From zitterow@pacbell.net Thu Feb 20 16:26:22 1997
ALL NIGHT LONG 

All night long they took her. Without pause, without stint, without
mercy. Hour 
after hour. As she lay spread and stretched and helpless for them. All
night 
long. Again and again. Ravishing her young firm luscious nubile body,
ripping 
their pleasure from the smooth skin and taut springy breasts and
straining 
outstretched curving legs and soft tight squirming quivering vagina.
Raping all 
of it for their lustful satisfaction. Again and again and again.
Ceaselessly. 

Fifty, forty, thirty, she didn't know. She didn't know who they were,
what their 
names might be, how they had got here. Except for Carl, who was there 
through it all, who was watching all of it all night long, who said to
her, smiling, 
smiling, "How do you like it, Sis? Is it fun? Is it good? How do you
like getting 
fucked, Sis? You want more of it? There's lots more of it, Sis. Do you
like it? I 
like it. I love watching you doing this. You're going to do it for me,
aren't you, 
Sis?" 

And she could say nothing because she was crying, sobbing, moaning, 
whimpering, gagging, screaming or babbling futile pleas, prayers, but
thinking 
no, no, god no, but knowing she would, he would, if ever they finished
with 
her, with that battered agonized spreadeagled straining tautly bound
body, 
Carl would take his turn. Raping joyously his sister, raping slowly
and 
deliberately and viciously his own nubile helpless sister, while
telling her of 
what his plans held for her future, soon and late. 

Smiling now so she could see him as they still on and on taking her,
hard, 
laughing, panting, thrusting, slapping at thighs and clamping of
breast and 
pulling of hair to hold still her head so to kiss her twisting sobbing
mouth, push 
tongues into her crying mouth knowing that if she bit at them they
could hurt 
her to make her scream. 

Carl would make her scream. Carl told her that. Told her how, what he
would 
do to her as they took her and took her and took her. Raping,
ravishing that 
tight writhing body, that almost virgin spasmodically twitching
vagina. Not her 
mouth. Carl was saving her mouth. Carl was planning to rape that mouth

himself. As they still took her, crushing that soft voluptuous jerking
body, 
pounding at that painfully contracting vagina, kissing that gasping
moaning 
mouth, mauling breasts and nipples and quivering vainly pulling
thighs. Carl 
told her what that sweet soft round sensual mouth would do for him. 


No, she thought, wild, despairing, no god please no god please. 
In detail he told her, slowly, smiling, speaking softly of lips and
tongue and 
throat, of licking and nibbling and sucking and swallowing, and he
said, "Isn't 
that right, Sis?" And she said no no and Carl spoke further, softly,
smiling, 
talking of bound wrists and straining thighs and whipping, whipping of
soft 
smooth straining flesh, and of cigars and fire and burning of nipples
and of 
thighs, and of things to bring pain and agony and horror, all said as
they raped 
her body continually and he watching, and he said again, "Isn't that
right, Sis?" 

And she said, cried, choking, "Yes, yes Carl, yes. Yes. Anything." 

"Yes," Carl said. "Anything. From now on. Anything at all. Any time.
Any place. 
Any way. Anybody. Anything. Isn't that right, Sis?" 

And "Yes," she said, choked, gagged, "yes Carl yes Carl yes." 

"And if not," Carl said, "if not I will bring you back here. And I
will let them use 
your mouth. And I will let them use your ass. And I will let them whip
you. As 
much, as long, as hard, as they wish. Whipping. Burning. Raping. As
long as 
it is. Not just all night. Days. Weeks. Months." 

"No stop. I will, Carl," she said, sobbing as still they continued to
pound her 
taut pain-filled body. Twisting, squirming, writhing, bucking. "I
will, please, I'll 
crawl for you." 

"Say it, Sis," Carl said, smiling. "Say it again. Say it loud." 

"I'll crawl for you," she said. "I will crawl for you, Carl." 

"Yes," Carl said. "And now you will scream for me. For all of us." 

Which she did. As Carl watched, listening to that music, smiling.
Music of 
screams, shrieks, shouts, squalls, cries, pleas, howls. That young
nubile 
voluptuous curving body arching against tight pulling bonds as it was
carved 
into stripes, etched into red hot burns, distorted into elongated
agonizing 
shapes, and finally the ravishing again, the continuous taking of the
thrashing 
spread-out screaming tossing begging lovely girl. And Carl saying,
"How is it, 
Sis? How do you like it, Sis..."   THE ANIMAL 

 The note said: "You will suck this man off on your knees in the
middle of your 
office." 

Jill saw that it was Morris's handwriting. Naturally. 

The man who had handed Jill this note stood now in front of her desk,
saying 
nothing. He was big and bald and grossly fat, with a face like that of
a pig. 

Jill felt faint. 

Morris. 

If she could only-- 

Jill swallowed, hard. Without looking at the man, she said, trying to
hold her 
voice steady, "I suppose you know what this says." 

"Yeah," the man said. 

Jill took a long breath, trying to stay calm, to hold back any tears,
to stop her 
body from shaking with rage and shame and hatred and humiliation. 

Not that Morris hadn't pulled stunts like this before. Not that Morris
would not 
do it again. Morris thought up all kinds of things for Jill to do, to
show her how 
much power he had over her, to show her how he could grind her into
dust, to 
show how far Jill had to degrade herself for him, to act as his
plaything, a toy 
for him to- - 

Jill pushed a button on her intercom. "JoAnn. No calls." 

"Yes, Miss Nillson." 

Jill sat still for a long moment. Then she said, "Lock the door." 

The man went to the office door and did so. Jill stood up, moving
slowly 
around her desk. Jill was wearing a blue silk blouse and a tan skirt
which 
came to her knees. At least Morris's note had not said anything about
having 
to undress for him. Swallowing again, Jill walked to the center of her
office, 
conscious of the man's eyes on her body, conscious of her round
breasts taut 
against the tight blouse, of her slim, supple calves (no
stockings--she didn't 
wear stockings) rippling as she moved, the snug skirt outlining the 
sensuousness of her thighs, as she came to where he stood, waiting. 


Jill stood in front of him. She tried to look him in the eyes, but
could not. Jill 
took another breath and sank down to her knees on the floor. 

The man did nothing, but stood waiting. Jill had to open his fly and
pull out his 
phallus, which was hard with anticipation. Jill bowed her head and
took it 
slowly into her mouth. 

The man grunted. 

Jill began to suck him. 

She knew she had to do a good job, to make it enjoyable for him, for
Morris 
would certainly ask him all about it, and if Morris was not satisfied
that Jill had 
given it all she had--Jill did not want to think about that. So she
did it slowly, 
carefully, making it good for him, licking at that stiff phallus with
her tongue as 
she sucked it, moving her soft mouth around on him as her head bobbed 
slowly up and down, taking him all the way into her mouth until she
almost 
gagged as the tip of it stuck in her throat. 

The man was grunting, grunting, loudly, rhythmically. Still Jill did
what she had 
to do, gradually sucking faster, trying to coordinate her rhythm with
the rising 
tempo of his grunting. Morris could keep her sucking him for hours if
he 
wanted to, but this man was swiftly losing his control. Obviously he
was going 
to climax in her mouth. Must she swallow it? Morris's note had not
said that, 
but probably, she thought despairingly, it was automatically assumed
that she 
would know that that was what she must do. So as the fat man arched
his 
body, pushing his hips forward, shoving his crotch hard against her
face, and 
his gism spurted out into her throat as his piggish grunts turned into
a shout of 
ecstasy, Jill took it all, swallowing it down, gulping to keep pace
with the gobs 
of copious gism that shot from his spasming phallus into her docilely 
accepting mouth. 

 Jill Nillson sat again at her desk in her office at McKnight and
Dallis 
Publishing Company, of which she was an associate. Jill was
twenty-four, tall, 
with long brown hair, slim but with a lusciously rounded body, full
breasts and 
long shapely legs. Looking at her, with her soft pretty face and air
of authority 
and control, nobody could have thought of her as she had been that
morning, 
kneeling on the floor with her mouth full of a stranger's phallus, at
the 
command of a man she loathed. 

Jill's intercom sounded. 
"Yes, JoAnn?" 

"Miss Nillson--Arthur wants to see you. Shall I send him in?" 

"Arthur?" Arthur was McKnight and Dallis's office boy, a gangling,
grinning 
youth, with whom Jill had never had much to do. "All right." 

Arthur soon was in the room, closing the door behind him. "You got a
minute, 
Miss Nillson?" Grinning. 

"Of course, Arthur. Sit down." 

Arthur sat. Jill waited, but Arthur just sat and said nothing. 

"Is there something I can do for you, Arthur?" 

"Yeah," Arthur said. "There sure is, Miss Nillson." 

"What is it?" Jill said, puzzled and a bit annoyed. 

"I'll tell you," Arthur said. "You can do for me just what you did for
that guy you 
had in here this morning." 

Jill, staring at him, felt her stomach turn over. "What?" she said
faintly. 

"For a start," Arthur said. 

Jill's head was swimming. She had to get hold of her mind. "What--what
are 
you talking about?" 

"Come on now, Miss Nillson. You know, all right. I saw you, you know."


"You--you saw--" 

"That's right. All of it. And damn, it looked good, too," Arthur said,
grinning. 

"I--" Jill said. "I--wait--I don't--" 

"You didn't know about the setup, did you?" Arthur said. "Not many do
any 
more. It was put in way back. But I know, okay?" 

"Set up?" 

"I watch all the time," Arthur said. "But till now I didn't see
anything much. But 
you just never know, right?" 

Jill was faint. "You--you watched--you saw--" 

"Right. But don't worry, Miss Nillson. I'm gonna keep it to myself,
okay? I'm a 
clam, and you can count on that. As long as you're nice to me." 

"What? Why, you--you filthy-- Are you trying--" 

"Now calm down," Arthur said. "It's not like you're a virgin, Miss
Nillson." 

"You get out of here," Jill said. "Right now." 

"Not so fast," Arthur said. "What if I go talk to Mr. Dallis about
this, hmm? I'll 
bet even old McKnight would be fascinated. How long do you think you'd
be 
working here, Miss Nillson?" 

"You filthy bastard!" Jill said. "You can't blackmail me! Who do you
think you 
are? Nobody will believe a damn thing you say about me. You scum! Did
you 
really think I would--for you--" 

"I guess," Arthur said, "you didn't know about the camera either, did
you?" 

"Camera?" 

Now Arthur got up, taking something from his jacket pocket, walking
toward 
the cabinet on one wall, fiddling with her VCR machine. "Watch,"
Arthur said. 

In a moment Jill sat frozen as an image appeared on the screen-- it
was her, 
standing in front of the fat man. Now she was going down onto her
knees. 
Now she was undoing his fly. And now she was taking him into her mouth

and-- 

"Oh god!" Jill said. "Oh dear god, no!" 

"Good picture, isn't it?" Arthur said. 

"Stop it!" Jill said. "Turn it off!" 
"But it's so great," Arthur said. "I don't want to stop watching it.
God, look at 
that!" 

Jill, shaking, wanted to go and turn it off herself, but she couldn't;
as if 
paralyzed, she had to sit there and watch herself sucking that fat
pig's penis, 
watch as Arthur was watching, watch that bobbing head, that moving
mouth, 
that kneeling, servile body. 

"Stop it," Jill said, choking, almost panting. "Please. Please stop
it." 

"No way," Arthur said, and Jill hid her eyes with her hand, but still
she could 
hear the sound, the grunting sounds from the man, and other laborious 
sounds from herself. Until again the fat man shouted his climax, and
Jill in 
spite of her shame found herself gazing again at the sight of her,
gulping, 
abasing herself, as his gism shot into her throat. 

"Christ!" Arthur said. "Look at that! Look how you're swallowing it
all! Christ!" 

And Arthur now took the tape back, putting it away again in his
pocket. Jill 
couldn't speak, couldn't do anything. 

"Now," Arthur said. "If I was to show this thing to Dallis or
McKnight, okay? Or 
maybe take it to the gossip columnists or-- hell, I can think of all
sorts of 
people who would love to--" 

"What--what do you want?" Jill said. 

It was not a very bright question. 

"I told you, Miss Nillson," Arthur said. "I want what he got. And a
lot more." 

"You filthy son of a bitch," Jill said softly. 

"I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, Miss Nillson.
Say--can I call you 
Jill now? I mean, since we're going to be so close and all." 

"Now, wait," Jill said. "If--if you think you can just blackmail me
into-- Oh, no. 
No." 



"Okay," Arthur said. "I'm sorry about that, Jill, but a lot of people
are going to 
be damn happy about it. At least I'll probably get rich with this
tape. So long, 
Miss Nillson." Arthur got up and went to the door. 

Jill said nothing. 

Arthur put his hand on the doorknob, turning it. 

Jill sat very still. 

Arthur pulled the door open. 

"Wait," Jill said. 

Arthur closed the door again and turned to look at Jill. Jill was
trembling. 
There was a long pause. And finally Jill said, "Lock the door." 

Jill saw a triumphant glitter in Arthur's eyes. She felt cold. 

"Ask me," Arthur said. 

"What?" Jill was confused. 

"Ask me to do that, Jill," Arthur said. 

"Ask you--" 

"Ask me to lock the door. Ask me nicely. In fact, beg me to do it." 

"Now wait--" 

"Beg me, Jill," Arthur said. "On your knees." 

Jill sat still. "What are you--you bastard--" 

"I'm waiting," Arthur said. 

Jill almost said no. But she didn't. 



After a long moment she got up from her chair, and walked slowly
around to 
the side of her desk. She bit at her lip, her hands clenching into
fists. Then, 
slowly, Jill sank down to her knees. 

"Please," Jill said, hating him, hating herself for giving in to this
degradation. "I 
beg you. Lock the door." 

Arthur did so. 

Now, Jill thought, he'll want what he saw on the tape. But Arthur
moved back 
to his chair in front of her desk, and sat  down. 

"I like you that way, Jill," Arthur said, grinning. "You really look
sexy like that. 
But we'll go back to that. Right now I want to see your body. All of
it." 

"You're scum," Jill said. 

"Now, Jill," Arthur said. "What I want you to do right now is to sit
up here on 
the desk. Okay?" 

Jill got up slowly. "Look," she said. "If I do this--if I do what you
want--will you 
give me that tape and--" 

"No bargains, Jill," Arthur said. "You're not in a bargaining
position, okay? You 
just be a good girl and do what I tell you, and as long as you do this
tape will 
stay with me. Okay?" 

"But--but you can't just--blackmail me forever!" 

"Can't I?" 

"Oh, god. Look, if you--" 

"I'm tired of talking, Jill. Maybe we can talk about this later. If
you're a good 
girl. Okay? Now I want you to sit up here on the edge of this desk,
facing me. 
Go on." 

"Bastard," Jill said. But she did it, sitting on her desk, facing him.
Arthur slid 
his chair closer to her, until her lower legs, dangling from the
desk's edge, 
almost touched his knees. Now Arthur took one of her legs in his hand,

placing it on his lap, pulling off her shoe. 
"Now this is nice," Arthur said, and he ran his hand slowly up Jill's
curving calf 
all the way to her knee. "This is what I call nice." His hand slid
further up, onto 
her thigh, going under her skirt, stroking the soft, smooth skin on
the inside of 
her thigh. Jill flinched momentarily. 

"Hold still, Miss Nillson," Arthur said softly. "Jill. Just hold
still." 

"Damn you," Jill said. 

Arthur's hand continued to touch her thigh, stroking, caressing,
exploring, then 
moving back down to her calf again. 

"You know what I want now, Jill?" Arthur said. 

Jill said nothing. 

"I want to look at your breasts." 

Jill said nothing. Her hands clutched the desk on both sides of her.
Her body 
was rigid. 

"You have such fine-looking breasts," Arthur said. "I always wanted to
know 
what they look like naked. Now I'm going to find out. Isn't that
right, Jill?" 

Jill said nothing. 

"Show them to me," Arthur said. 

"Arthur," Jill said after a moment. "Arthur, look. What if I just--I
could--" 

"Show them to me," Arthur said. 

"You filthy son of a bitch," Jill said slowly. Then she brought her
hands up to 
the front of her blouse, and began to unbutton it. The buttons parted
one by 
one, until the blouse was open. Avoiding Arthur's staring eyes, Jill
pulled it out 
of her waistband, and then slid it off. 

Arthur's gaze was burning through her black brassiere. "Don't stop,"
Arthur 
said. "Let me see them." 


"I hate you for this," Jill said, her hands going in back of her,
opening the bra 
clasps. "I'll kill you for this, I swear it." And she slid the straps
from her 
shoulders and took the bra off. 

"God damn!" Arthur said. "Aren't they something! Christ, look at those
pretty 
pink nipples poking out. All stiff and all. Man, what a body. I gotta
see it all. 
Show it to me, Jill. Just stand up here, right in front of me, and
take it all off, 
okay?" 

Jill slid off the desk, standing right in front of Arthur's chair.
"You won't get 
away with this," Jill said. "You won't. I can get back at you, Arthur.
And I will." 

"Jill--" 

Jill took off her skirt. 

"Fantastic legs," Arthur said. "Go on." 

Jill slid her panties down. She was naked. 

Arthur was almost panting now, his gaze moving up and down her body.
"Turn 
around," Arthur said hoarsely. "Turn around and bend over that desk." 

Not truly realizing what Arthur was planning, Jill did what he said. 

"All the way down, Jill baby," Arthur said, and pushed at Jill's back
until she 
was bent forward sharply from the hips, with her breasts mashing
against the 
desk's surface and her buttocks thrusting out and back. But as Arthur,
first 
unzipping his pants and pulling out his stiffly throbbing penis, put
his hands on 
those round, firm buttocks and pulled them widely apart, Jill began to
struggle 
vainly to push him away.  

"No!" Jill said loudly. "No! Not that way!" 

"This way," Arthur said, and Jill could feel his hard tool probing at
her anus. 

"Oh god, not like that, please!" Jill said frantically. "Don't! You
bastard! No!" 




But Arthur was not stopping, and suddenly Jill shrieked in pain as his
phallus 
forced itself pst her anal sphincter, and sank slowly but forcefully
into her tight 
passage. Jill was howling and pounding on the desk with her fists. As
Arthur 
lunged at her, panting loudly. 

It didn't last long. Arthur gave a mighty shout and shot up into her,
again and 
again and again. Now he lay across her back, still panting, mashing
her 
breasts into the hard wood. Jill was crying. 

"Filthy pig!" Jill said, sobbing. "Maggot! I'll have you killed,
Arthur, I swear I 
will." 

Arthur suddenly stood up, and Jill collapsed to the floor at his feet.
Arthur lay 
down on his back and said, "Suck it for me, Jill. Suck it real nice,
like you did 
for that fat guy." 

"Oh god," Jill said. "You are--please. At least wash it first.
Please." 

"No," Arthur said. "You suck it just like it is, Jill darling. All
dirty from your ass. 
That's gonna make it extra good." 

"I can't," Jill said. 

Arthur took hold of Jill's long brown hair and forcibly pulled her
head to his 
crotch. "Do it," Arthur commanded, twisting hard at her hair. "Take it
in that 
sexy mouth and suck on it till it's hard again, and then do it until
you make me 
shoot down your throat, and then swallow it, just like you did on that
tape. 
Remember that tape, Jill?" Twisting, twisting at her hair. 

"All right," Jill said, moaning and gasping. "All right! I'll do it!" 

And she did. 

Arthur cried out with joy as that mouth took him in, and Jill, obeying
his 
commands, used her mouth and lips and tongue on him, licking, tasting,

kissing, sucking, making it last, drawing it out, until Arthur had to
spurt it all 
into her mouth. And Jill swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. 

But still Arthur was not done. 

"Crawl, Jill," Arthur said. "Crawl for me." 
God, he was worse than Morris. "No," Jill said. 

"Do it," Arthur said. 

"I won't, damn you!" Jill said. "I don't care what you do. You can
make me give 
you my body. My mouth. But I won't crawl for you. I'm not an animal.
You 
hear? I'm a human. Not an animal. Not for you." 

 But Morris didn't kill Arthur, as Jill had thought he would. Instead,
Morris 
came to her office and called Arthur in and praised him, as Jill
looked on in 
horror. And when Morris was told of Jill's refusal to crawl, he told
Jill she must 
be punished. 

"No!" Jill said. "No. Please. Morris, I--" 

"Stand up, Jill," Morris said. 

Jill stood. Shaking. 

"Please," Jill said. 

Morris was holding his thin, vicious riding crop. 

"Morris, no. Not in front of--" 

"Lift your skirt, Jill." 

"Please, oh please--" 

"Jill. Lift your skirt." 

Jill pulled her skirt high up on her thighs. 

Morris swung his whip and it cracked across Jill's thighs, two inches
above the 
knees. 

"Ahhh!" Jill said. But didn't let go of her skirt. She knew better. 

Morris swung again. Crack! Higher on her thighs. 

"AAAGGHH!" 
Again. 

"Aaauuugghhh! Stop! Please stop! Please! No more!" 

Crack! 

"AIIIIEEEEE!" 

"Will you crawl for us, Jill?" 

"Oh Jesus god, please--" 

Crack! 

"HAAUUUGGHH! No! Stop! Please stop, oh god, I can't--" 

"Will you crawl for us, Jill?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes what?" 

"I will. I'll crawl, I'll crawl, all right?" 

Crack! 

"HAUUUGHHH! NOOO! I will, I'll crawl, I'll crawl, I'll do it, all
right, I'll crawl for 
you, please--" 

"Do it, Jill," Morris said. 

And Jill did. Crawling for them on hands and knees, crawling around
the 
room, debasing herself for them, sobbing. 

Arthur said, "So you're not an animal, huh, Jill? Look at you now." 

"Of course she is," Morris said. "Aren't you, Jill? Tell us." 

"Yes," Jill said. 


"Tell us what you are," Morris said, and slashed the riding crop
across Jill's 
back. 

"AARRRRGHHH! I'm an animal! I am! I'm an animal! An animal! I am." 

"Jill," Morris said, "from now on I want you to fuck for Arthur any
time he wants 
you. You understand, Jill?" 

Jill said nothing, but her head bowed in despair. 

"Arthur won't need that tape," Morris said. "You'll do as he says
because I tell 
you to. Anything he says. You'll fuck him and suck him--and crawl for
him--any 
time he wants, any way he wants. Won't you, Jill?" 

Jill was sobbing. "Yes," Jill said. 

"Tell Arthur you're his slave," Morris said. 

"I'm your slave, Arthur," Jill said. 

"Arthur," Morris said. "Why don't you sit in that chair and we'll have
Jill sit on 
your lap and fuck you." 

So Arthur sat in the chair, and Jill, following Morris's orders, sat
facing him, 
straddling his lap, with her curvy legs hanging down on both sides,
and took 
his stiff tool into her vagina, and began rhythmically to move up and
down on 
him. 

"Kiss him, Jill," Morris said. "As sweetly and as sexily as only you
can." 

And Jill, swallowing, brought her mouth to Arthur's and kissed him,
with 
moving lips and probing tongue, panting into his mouth. And Morris
said, 
"Don't stop fucking, Jill," and struck her across the back with his
whip. And 
Morris struck again and again and again, whipping Jill mercilessly, as
Jill still 
moved her body up and down against Arthur's, kissing him, jerking and 
squirming and writhing and screaming into his mouth, screaming and 
bouncing and jamming that body into him, those breasts squirming,
giving him 
her body, her mouth, her soul, screaming...   

THE BABY-SITTER 

Baby-sitting can be a particularly dangerous occupation for a young
girl. Why, 
just last month my sister Gloria was baby-sitting for this family down
the block, 
and a gang of older guys broke in and raped the shit out of her. 

It was quite a sight. 

I had always wanted to see Gloria naked, and I saw it all right. Oh, I
should 
say that I was there too. In fact, I'm the guy that told the gang
about Gloria 
baby-sitting that night. So I got my reward--I got to watch. 

If you think you've seen your sister in every way you can possibly see
her you 
can't imagine how it is to see her as I saw Gloria after they got her
spread out 
and tied down. Not just naked. That was something, though. What a
body. 
What tits. What a stomach, what an ass, what thighs and calves, what a

pussy! But not only that. Scared out of her mind. Making all these
high noises. 
And fighting. God, did she fight! 

My sister, spread- eagled so taut you could see each muscle ripple
under the 
skin, lashed down by the ropes, but she fought and fought. Pulling and

tugging and straining, squirming and twisting and rolling and writhing
and 
thrashing and kicking and bucking and arching and wriggling and
jerking and 
spasming and gyrating. Also panting and gasping and gulping and
whining 
and whimpering. Nothing did any good. It only stretched that body and
made 
her tits bounce around. Bouncing and jouncing. We all watched as
Gloria 
fought and fought, helplessly, uselessly, frantically, futilely. And
when she 
started to cry, they began to fuck her. 

All of them in turn did it to her, all of them did it at least twice,
some of them 
three times. And they took a long time. Giving it to her slow and
hard. On and 
on. On and on. Coming inside her finally, and then another guy. On and
on. 
And Gloria sobbing, sobbing. Finally begging, pleading. Again and
again they 
fucked her body. 

And all this time I sat on the floor by the bed, watching, and
whispering into 
Gloria's ear. "How do you like it, Sis? How do you like being fucked?
How do 
you like having your precious young body violated by savages. Hmm? How
is 
it? Is it fun, Sis? Was it worth it?" And I talked and talked, and all
the time my 
words were making Gloria cry harder and I knew it and my cock was
standing 
up hard and stiff. 
I wanted to put it inside her. I was dying to prong my sister and fuck
the crap 
out of that fantastic body and get back for what had gone down all
those years 
of growing up. Damn, Gloria had grown up now all right. 

"Sis," I said. "I'm going to take my turn with you too." 

And Gloria screamed, actually screamed. 

"That's right. And I'm going to put my damn cock in your pretty round
mouth 
and I'm going to stick it down your throat and you're going to lick it
and kiss it 
and suck it and love it and swallow it all, and I'm going to gag you
with it and 
I'm going to let all these boys watch as I shoot it all down your
throat. How 
about that, Sis? How about that, Gloria bitch slut whore cunt cock
sucker?" 

"No!" 

But I did it. I took a long long time with it, and I got as much
humiliation and 
degradation and debasement out of Gloria as I could. And then I gave
her 
back to the guys to play with. 

They played with her all night long. 

What music she made. 

By morning Gloria was a babbling wreck, crawling from man to man, that

fabulous body a whip-marked ruin. I hung her up by her long blonde
hair and 
she screamed with pain, and I tied her hands in back of her and we had
a tit-
slapping contest. Gloria screamed so loud we had to gag her, and we
had a 
tit-stabbing contest with hat pins, and then a whipping contest, and
then a 
burning contest with a box of cigars we found. 

At last the couple Gloria was baby-sitting for got home. So we tied up
the man 
and raped the woman as he watched and hung her up by Gloria, only her
hair 
was dark. The woman was called Bambi and we whipped her tits hard and
we 
lashed her kicking legs until those fine thighs twitched in agony, and
I cut 
Bambi down and made her crawl, crawl all over and crawl to me and put
her 
soft luscious mouth on my prick and suck and suck and suck. 

What sobbing, what howls from her husband, and what a great orgasm all

over that lovely face. And we fucked Bambi in the ass and pinched her
nipples 
in a vise for a while and then made her suck off her husband for us. 
And finally we untied the husband and made him whip his wife. I got
the kids 
up and put a knife at their throats so he would whip Bambi really
hard, and he 
did, and we pinned Bambi down and I made him whip her harder and
harder 
and harder and Bambi howled and screamed and I came on my sister
Gloria 
again...   


BONNIE SWEET ROBIN 

 "Your assignment for tomorrow is to bring me a picture of yourself
naked." 

"Oh god." 

"You own a polaroid camera, I assume." 

"I...Yes..." 

"Good. You will..." 

"Oh, you bastard." 

"You will take a photograph of yourself, full length, frontal view.
You will wear 
nothing. Nothing at all. And nothing is to be hidden. Your hands will
be at your 
sides. Is that understood?" 

"So you can jerk off over it, I suppose." 

"Robin." 

"I'm...I'm sorry." 

"I don't like sarcastic remarks, Robin." 

"I...I apologize. I'm sorry. I'm very...sorry..." 

"Now tell me what you will do tonight." 

"I will--I will take a picture of myself." 

"How, Robin?" 

"Naked." 

"Go on." 

"Full length, frontal view. Nothing hidden. Hands...by my sides." 

"And tomorrow?" 

"I will give it to you." 

"And...what else will you give me, Robin?" 

"You...anything." 

"Say it louder." 

"Anything. Anything you want." 

"Good. Would you like to suck my cock?" 

"Oh god..." 

"Answer me, Robin." 

"No." 

"But you will. Won't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Tell me all about it." 

"Yes. I will suck your cock. I will fuck for you. I will strip naked
and crawl for 
you that way. I will prostrate my body and spread my legs and beg you
for it..." 

 "Do you know what I want most in the world, Robin?" 

"Yes. My body." 

"Even more than that." 
"More than my body? More than fucking me?" 

"More." 

"What could that be?" 

"To hear you scream." 

"Oh." 

"Yes." 

"Not in ecstasy, I assume." 

"No. Not in ecstasy. In pain. In agony." 

"Ah." 

"And if you were screaming like that WHILE I was fucking you..." 

"You'd be in heaven." 

"I would. With my cock inside you while you writhed in pain..." 

"My aching body squirming under you..." 

"Stretched out, straining at your bonds..." 

"Spasming, twisting, bucking against the ropes..." 

"Howling and crying in torment..." 

"While you fucked my helpless body..." 

"Looking into your eyes all the while." 

"Why would I be in such pain?" 

"From my whip." 

"Ah." 
"All over you." 

"Of course." 

"And from the burns." 

"Burns?" 

"On your nipples. From my cigar." 

"Oh." 

"And the bruises on your flesh. From..." 

"Don't say any more." 

"Screaming. Screaming in my ear while I fuck you. Fuck you." 

"God. Oh god. Please..." 

"Crawl for me, Robin. Strip naked and crawl for me that way." 

"All right. All right. I will. I'll give you my body. My mouth. I obey
you..." 

"Don't give me to him," she said. "For god's sake, not him. Anything 
else...anyone else, I--I'll do it. But please, oh please..." 

"Shut up," I said, and I loved the tears that came to her eyes. "And
call him." 

So she did, and when he came in, I said, "Jim, you like Robin, don't
you?" 

JIm was grinning like an idiot, and she was shaking. My cock was hard.


"Robin," I said, "tell Jim what you are going to do for him." 

Her body was shaking and she looked at the floor, but she said it. Her
horror 
at the thought of what would happen to her if she didn't was stronger
than her 
disgust and nausea toward this man-- and toward what I was forcing her
to do. 
Her hesitation thrilled me. She spoke softly at first, until I told
her to speak 
louder. 

"I..." She couldn't get it out. She had to swallow hard and start
again. "I am 
going to...fuck for you." Using the words as I had given them to her,
word for 
word. "I--am...going to give you my body. You can fuck it all. I am
nothing but 
your plaything, your toy, your obedient slave. Use my body. Fuck me in
the 
cunt, in my ass, and in my mouth. Stick...stick your big cock all the
way down 
my throat and make me swallow all your gism. Or shoot it into my face,
all 
over my hair and eyes and up my nose and on my lips and wherever you 
fancy. My...my luscious body is yours to do with as you will." 

"Robin," I said. "Tell him what you have on under your dress." 

Robin gulped. She looked at me for mercy, but saw none. 

"N-n-n...nothing," she whispered. 

"Go on," I said. 

"I am naked under my dress," Robin got out. "I will...I will...take it
off for you 
whenever you say." 

"Show him your legs," I said. 

Robin's hands shook, but she took hold of the bottom of her skirt and
slowly, 
slowly, pulled it up. 

"These are my legs," she whispered. "They are long and curvy, and I
will wrap 
them tightly around your body while you fuck me. Look at my long sexy
legs, 
and...think about having me under you, squirming and twisting and
writhing 
and bucking and thrashing." 

"Now, Robin," I said. "All of it." 

And she started to cry. She sobbed and sobbed as she said it all,
chokingly. 
"Make me do what you want, my master. Make me strip naked and crawl
for 
you that way. Make me grovel and debase myself. And...if it gives you 
pleasure...h-h-h-hurt my body. Whip me all over if you wish. Lash my
legs. 
Whip my breasts. Beat me until I scream and cry and howl and shriek
and beg 
you to stop... but--but you won't stop. H-hurt me in all ways. Burn
me. Scorch 
my flesh. Burn my nipples. Torture me and play with my bruised and
aching 
body and fuck my screaming mouth and my burning legs and my squirming 
pain-filled cunt." 
"Jesus H. Christ," Jim said. "Kiss me, girl. Kiss me on the mouth and
take 
your damn clothes off too." 

Sobbing, shaking, hating it all, Robin did what he said... 

"I am going to whip you, Robin." 

"I know." 

"I am going to whip you very hard and very long. All of you." 

"I know." 

"Are you frightened, Robin?" 

"Yes. I am." 

"Good. I am glad. Would you like to beg me not to whip you?" 

"I--would it do any good?" 

"No. But you might want to try, anyway. Just on the off chance." 

"No." 

"Ah. Proud. I have wanted to whip you for a long time, Robin." 

"I know." 

"And today I finally shall. As much as I want, Robin. What do you
think about 
that?" 

"I told you. I'm frightened. That's what you want, isn't it?" 

"Partly. Only partly. I also want you to be humiliated. Utterly. Which
I'm sure 
you are. Or soon will be. Isn't that right, Robin?" 

"You bastard." 

"Bravado. How titillating. On your knees, Robin." 

"I--" 

"Robin. I think you are aware of what the situation is here. I will
not abide 
hesitation. I am willing to accept a bit of initial bravado, insult,
haughtiness--if 
only because it will make it that much more satisfying in the end. But
I will not 
accept outright disobedience. Or stalling. Do I make myself clear,
Miss 
Robin?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes--sir." 

"Good. Get on your knees." 

"All right." 

"That's fine. And now. I want to know the color of your nipples. So
that I can 
envision the whip slicing into them. Cutting them open. Splitting them
in half. 
As you scream at the top of your lungs. Music, Robin. I am going to
make 
such music with you. The whip will be my bow, and your soft young
naked 
body the instrument upon which I shall produce a continuous music far
more 
stimulating than that of Bach, Mozart, or Beethoven. How I look
forward to 
hearing that melody of agony issuing from your straining throat, your 
distended mouth. How I have fantasized watching your naked voluptuous 
body flailing and twisting vainly under the whip. Your fabulous legs
kicking 
helplessly in pain. Your long yellow hair flying abandonedly in the
air as your 
head whips about in torment. Why, Robin, you've turned pale. And I do 
believe you're shaking. What a pity." 

"Oh, you are a bastard. You love this, don't you?" 

"But of course. I do, naturally. Having you on your knees in front of
me. 
Knowing you're so frightened you can hardly keep from pissing in your
pants. 
Knowing I'm going to see that body naked in a minute. Knowing I'm
going to 
kiss it all over with my whip. Kiss it for such a long time. With my
whip. And 
afterwards with my mouth. And with my cock. You know I'm going to fuck
you, 
don't you, Robin?" 

"I--yes." 
"And you can't stand it, can you?" 

"I--" 

"Ah. How sweet it is. And now for my question, Robin. What color are
your 
nipples?" 

"You filth." 

"Robin. You will howl for that. You will scream and howl and beg. Beg.
While 
I'm fucking you. I promise you. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes?" 

"Sir." 

"Say it." 

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir." 

"What color are your nipples?" 

"Pink. All right? They're pink." 

"Pink. That's nice. Are you humiliated, Robin?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you degraded, debased, shamed?" 

"What do you think?" 

"I think, Robin, it is time for you to take your clothes off. I think
you will stand 
up, right now, and strip for me. Right in front of me. Strip naked.
Show me 
your pink nipples and your beautiful curving thighs and your stomach
and ass 
and the hair on your pussy." 

"What if I say no?" 

"Ah. Robin. If you say no, I will be happy to assist you. I will hang
you up from 
the ceiling by your yellow pony tail, and I will bind your hands
behind you, and 
I will pull you up until yo cannot touch the floor. And I will take
your clothes off 
you myself. With my whip. And when I have cut your clothing completely

away, I shall start to whip you. I shall whip you without stopping for
a full hour. 
I shall whip that fantastic body to ribbons. I shall whip your breasts
for fifteen 
minutes, your legs for another quarter hour, your back and ass for
thirty 
minutes. And your stomach in between. And I will watch and listen with
great 
avidity as you scream and thrash and yowl and kick. Helplessly.
Futilely. And 
finally I shall cut you down and fuck your agony-filled, ruined body.
Fuck you in 
cunt and ass and mouth until I am drained. And I will watch you crawl
for me 
as I call my friends in to do what they want with you. Crawl. And now
crawl to 
me, Robin. Crawl naked to me and put your mouth in my crotch and cry
all 
you want. Bonnie sweet Robin..." 

"These are my friends, Robin." 

"Oh my god...no...no..." 

"Take off your blouse and run around the room for us, Robin." 

"Please let me go." 

"The boys want to see your tits bounce when you run around the room.
I've 
told them what a stimulating sight it is." 

"For god's sake..." 

"Take off the blouse. Right now." 

"I'll do anything..." 

"You'll do it anyway. Run for us." 

"All right. Don't...don't hurt me." 

"Look, boys. Look at her tits bouncing." 

"I hate you." 


"Don't talk, run. Faster. Get all out of breath, so we can shove our
cocks down 
your panting mouth." 

"Ohh...god..." 

"Faster, bitch. Let's see that ass pumping." 

"Why...are you...doing this..." 

"To see you suffer. To degrade you. To watch you cry." 

"Ahh...ahh..." 

"Don't slow down." 

"I can't...keep going..." 

"I'll whip you if you slow down. On your tits. Harder than last time."


"Uhh... Uhh... Uhh..." 

"Cry, Robin. Struggle, Robin. Run! Run!" 

"Unhh...Aaahhh...I can't...oh god...I caaa..." 

"Stick your cocks in her. Shove your cock in her mouth. Now!" 

"Aagghh...Aauugghhh..." 

"Rape her. Rape Robin. Robin raped." 

"Uh... Uh... Uh..." 

"Up her ass. Up her cunt. Into her throat. Don't let her catch her
breath. Let 
her suffer. Hurt!" 

"A...A...AGGGHHH..." 

"Whip you now. One. Again. Two. Your tits. Three. Four. Five. Hard. So
hard. 
Six. Hurt you. Seven. God. I love it. Eight...yes... 

"Bonnie... 

"Sweet... 

"Robin.. 



COP LOVER

 Her naked spread-eagled body was stretched so tightly between the two

posts that it looked as though her arms and legs must be pulled from
her 
body. The tautly straining body was stretched into immobility, so that
even 
when the heavy knotted rope thudded into her back with a sound like a 
firecracker, the impact and the agony could impart no movement to that

screamingly taut form, except for the high thrusting breasts, which
shuddered 
and bounced slightly and excitingly with each blow. 

Thunk! went the rope into the naked girl's flesh. 

Shudder went the hard-nippled breasts. 

Drool dripped from the mouth of the panting man who stood in front of
the 
bound girl, watching and licking his lips. The man whipping the girl
now 
moved around to stand in front of her. His rampant penis thrust from
his pants 
toward the tortured form. He came forward and pinched the hard pink
nipples 
with merciless fingers, and then jammed his body against the girl's
helpless 
nakedness and swiftly and brutally rammed his cock up into her.
Grunting with 
pleasure, he reached up and pulled the soiled rag from the girl's
mouth. 

"Hauwww," the girl choked. "Hauww. Hau. Huah. Haoooow." 

"Tell me, girl," the man said, pumping at her cunt. "Tell me again.
Nicely now." 

"I love the cops!" the girl shouted desperately. "I love the cops! I
love the 
cops!" 

"What do you like to do to them?" the man said, twisting her nipples
as he 
thrust at her. 
"I like to fuck the cops!" the girl howled. "I like to suck their
cocks! I like to eat 
their shit! I like to drink their piss! I like to crawl and grovel
and--" 

"What a fucking little liar you are, you piece of shit!" the man said.


"Chief," said the other man, "can I do it now? Can I?" 

"Whip her first," the man said. "Take that rope and whip the living
shit out of 
her while I finish fucking her brains out." 

"No!" the girl screamed. 

The man stuffed the rag back into her mouth. 

"Nnnggghh! Unnggghhh! Haugghh!" 

"Do it!" the man said. 

The other man got the rope and licking his lips began to use it on the
girl's 
back again. 

Thwack! 

The man came inside the girl as he felt the jarring smack of the whip
go 
through her. 

"I'm tired of this bitch," he said. "I want to burn her fucking tits
off. Light me a 
cigarette." 

The girl shook her head frantically, her hair whipping around her
face, horrible 
sounds coming from behind the gag. 

"You don't like that idea, girlie? That's tough. But I don't know what
else I can 
do with you. You've already sucked every cock in the station about a
dozen 
times. All of us have fucked you in all your holes till we can't come
any more." 

"It was nice when I could work you over and make you do stuff you said
you 
wouldn't do. Like fucking your brother. Remember that? You did it real
good 
after a while. And licking up my  piss for me. That was cute. 


But now you'll do just about anything, and I guess I could go on
whipping you 
for a couple more days--it sure is fun, no doubt about that--but I'm
getting too 
old for all this damn excitement. So I think I'll wrap it all up by
burning you a 
bit."

"You got about the finest pair of tits I've seen in almost thirty
years, and it will 
give me a lot of pleasure to just plumb ruin them for you. And to
watch you go 
crazy with the pain of it. I guess if I burn you all over for a couple
of days--and 
nights-- you'll just go insane." 

"I hear insane people make great fucks, too. And if you don't, you can
take it 
from me that no man will ever want to touch those tits again when I'm
through 
with them. Black, charred cinders is what they'll be. And your thighs,
too. 
Those smooth damn legs. I'll ruin them too." 

"I'm going to ruin your whole sexy body, darlin'. And I'm going to
plumb enjoy 
having you screaming and wailing until you yell yourself hoarse. And
of course 
I'll be fucking you all the while. And so will my boy here. What do
you say, 
smarty girl? What do you say, cop-hater?" He pulled at the gag. 

"Kill me," she said. "Kill me please." 

"No way, sis," the cop said...   


MY DAUGHTER GINNY Part One 

I couldn't hold back any more. I just couldn't, that's all. It was the
way Ginny 
was moaning into my mouth that did it. Just moaning right into my
mouth as 
she was kissing me. 

They wouldn't let her stop kissing me. All that time they were doing
what they 
did. Don't stop kissing him, Ginny, they said. Your daddy loves that
sexy 
mouth of yours. So Ginny didn't stop kissing me. Just as they said.
Soft lips 
trembling against my mouth. Her tongue in my mouth. Always in my
mouth. 
Moaning. I guess it was automatic after a while. But Ginny wasn't
allowed to 
stop. And that moaning. 




It was not the only sound Ginny was making, lying that way, on top of
my 
body, lying full length above me as I lay on my back, lying as they
had told her 
to, flat on top of me, with her young tiny breasts mashing against my
chest, 
thrusting into my flesh, and her soft hairless loins crushing mine,
and her 
young thighs on top of, against, along my thighs. And Ginny's boyish
young 
body squirming, twisting, writhing against and into my body as they
did what 
they did to her, as they thought of all those things to punish and
hurt and 
debase my Ginny. 

My daughter Ginny. 

No, that moaning that got to my black lusting soul finally was not the
only 
sound. At various times it was crying. Crying against my mouth.
Sobbing. 
making her lemon-sized breasts quiver against my skin. Shaking that
body. 
All of it. 
Sobbing into my mouth, still kissing me, still probing with that soft
warm 
tongue. And at times it was screaming. Hard, agonized, full-throated
screams 
of pain, a bit muffled with Ginny's mouth on my mouth, screaming right
down 
my throat. 

It was not the first occasion on which Ginny screamed that night. Not
a bit of 
it. Which was why Ginny did what she was told to do. Anything. Such as
when 
they had told her to lay her young and naked body down on top of her
father, 
on that hard floor. And to stretch out on top of him. And to kiss him.
And to go 
on kissing him, no matter what. Using her tongue. Using it all. 

So Ginny did. As she screamed. As she was crying and sobbing. As they 
bound her hands behind her back, bound her wrists tightly, bound her
ankles 
also. So Ginny could only squirm, twist, writhe on top of me. Into me.
Sobbing. 
Crying. And screaming. in my mouth. And always moaning. Just moaning 
softly, continuously. 

Which got me. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't any more, my own
daughter, my 
own beautiful gorgeous soft luscious moaning kissing soft-lipped
daughter, my 
thirteen-year-old birthday girl. For it was Ginny's birthday that day,
and this 
was Ginny's birthday party. A surprise party, thrown by Ginny's old
gang, who 
didn't like Ginny's new gang. Which was why the party on Ginny's
thirteenth 
birthday. A day Ginny would hold in mind a long long time. 



First, for her thirteenth birthday, they had Ginny blow out thirteen
candles. 
Thirteen hard, stiff, throbbing candles. Ginny had to blow them all
out. Which 
Ginny, finally, did. It took a bit of persuasion involving thirteen
cigarettes 
ground into Ginny's body, but she did it. 

And for Ginny's birthday they thought it only fitting for Ginny to be
in her 
birthday suit. So Ginny did a strip for them. They made me watch that.
Along 
with other things. I was sick. 

So that's why I was lying on the floor on my back with Ginny kissing
my 
mouth. Through it all. With her hands behind her. As they did it to
her. 
Whipping that body, those thighs, that back. Taking her, taking my
Ginny's 
body from behind, mashing her down hard against me, bouncing, sobbing,

shaking, moaning. Always that moaning in my mouth. 

And I got hard, I couldn't stop it, my cock got hard for my Ginny, my
own 
daughter, I was lusting, wanting that moving luscious young body.
Somebody 
pulled my pants off and my cock sprang up between Ginny's twisting
thighs, 
and they laughed and laughed. And said to Ginny that she should suck
me off. 
Suck him, Ginny, they said, as Ginny was still moaning, suck your
father off, 
he's crazy about your mouth, put your mouth down there and suck on his
dick 
until it shoots down your throat, Ginny. Do it, Ginny. Now, Ginny. 

So Ginny, still moaning, sobbing, squirmed down along my body,
wriggling 
painfully down, and I didn't want to want that, didn't want to know
what was 
going on, but my cock was throbbing and I was panting and my daughter 
Ginny was squirming down my body, and now that young soft twisting
mouth 
was at my loins, those soft lips touching my cock, touching, sobbing, 
searching, and now opening, taking, swallowing, absorbing, sliding
over and 
around my cock, sliding down, down, and that tongue, moving, licking, 
sucking, stroking, and that mouth sliding now, taking, moving, up,
down, up, 
slowly, slowly, Ginny, they said, do it slow and sexy, bring your
daddy off with 
that fine sexy mouth, slowly Ginny did it, moaning around my cock,
crying 
around my dick, and I was babbling and twisting and coming, right in
my 
daughter's mouth, right down my daughter's throat, Ginny swallowing, 
swallowing, crying, moaning, and I said, Happy birthday Ginny, happy
birthday 
dear Ginny, happy birthday and all of us sang...  




Part Two 

"Untie my hands," Ginny said when they had gone. 

"All right," I said. But I didn't. 

"Untie me," Ginny said. "It hurts." 

"I will," I said. "I will." 

"Oh God," Ginny said. 

"What?" 

"You're not going to do it." 

"I am." 

"Do it." 

"I will. But you look--" 

"Oh Christ," Ginny said. "You son of a bitch. You loved it, didn't
you?" 

"Ginny--" 

"All of it. You dug the shit out of it." 

"Wait--" 

"Didn't you, Daddy? Didn't you? It just turned you on all to hell,
right? I saw 
that, didn't I?" 

"No--I--" 

"It got you so damn hot, didn't it, Daddy? All those things they made
me do. 
All those things they did to me."




" And my lying on top of you through it all, and having to kiss you,
and you 
loving it, Daddy, loving the way they had me lying flat on your body,
with my 
hands tied behind me, just like now, and all of my body pressing down
into 
you, oh that really did it for you, right, Daddy? And kissing you,
having to go 
on kissing you all the time they were hurting me, and whipping me, and

fucking me. Making me cry and moan right against your lips, you dug
all that 
like crazy, Daddy." 

"And when I had to go down on you, god, what a thrill all of you got
from that, 
little Ginny sucking off her own father. But they had it right, you
loved my 
mouth, didn't you, Daddy, loved my mouth and my lips and my tongue on
your 
thing, it got all stiff and hard with my mouth sucking it, sucking and
sucking."

"And your sperm, Daddy, your hot, slimy, filthy sperm that you pissed
in my 
mouth, and spurted in my mouth, over and over.  So much hot sperm,
Daddy.  
It just kept spurting and squirting.  Did you see the way my cheeks
puffed out,  
until my face was a huge, sperm filled balloon?  I know you did,
Daddy.  I 
know because you started throbbing again, you're cock started
throbbing 
really hard again and you started squirting again, pissing sperm in
your own 
daughter's mouth again.  And the way I gagged and gulped, and making
me 
swallow it all, right, Daddy? Sexy, wasn't it, Daddy, having your
daughter do 
that to you, crying all the time." 

"All naked, right, it must have thrilled you when I had to strip in
front of 
everybody, strip all my clothes off, and making me crawl around and
all, and 
when they whipped my boobs and my hairless little pussy again and
again 
and I screamed my guts out, I bet you practically shot right in your
pants, 
Daddy." 

"Right, Daddy? Isn't that right? Is that why you won't untie my
wrists, Daddy? 
You want some more? I'm all naked and tied for you, and you'd like to
do it all 
again, right Daddy? You're thinking about hurting me yourself,
whipping my 
body, right? Kicking me between the legs again?  Over and over,
kicking my 
little bald pussy like they did so many times, holding me legs spread
wide and 
kicking me, and kicking me?  Making me scream just for you, is that
what you 
want, Daddy?" 

"And making me suck you again, you want my mouth so much. Or maybe you

want to fuck me, because you didn't get to do it to me, did you,
Daddy? Just 
got to have my body wriggling and bucking on top of you as they did it
to me.  
As they fucked me and fucked me, what was it, 20 times?  30? Take a
look, 
Daddy, look at all the sperm leaking out of me.  My crotch is covered
with it, 
Daddy.  And I've still got so much up inside me I feel bloated. And
kissing you, 
kissing and moaning, oh, that's making you all hard again, right,
Daddy?" 

"Will you hurt me first, or will you fuck me first? I'm all tied up
for you, you can 
just whip my tits or between my legs until I do what you say, so if
you want me 
to lie down and spread my legs for you, I'll do it. So you can fuck
your 
daughter for her birthday." 

"I won't try to stop you, Daddy, it's too late for that. I'll lie down
and I'll do it for 
you, I'll wrap my legs around you and squeeze you with my thighs,
you'd dig 
that, right, Daddy? And I'll even squirm and twist and bounce around,
but you 
probably want to hurt me anyway, and you'll kiss me and hurt me so
I'll 
scream and cry into your mouth, I know you want that." 

"And after that you'll think of all kinds of things to do with me.
Like hanging me 
up by my wrists, swinging in the air, dangling with my hairless little
body all 
naked and bruised.. And making me call up the gang and asking them to 
come back again so I can crawl and cry and scream for all of you, how
does 
that sound, Daddy?" 

"You want me to suck you now? Think of all those boys taking my body, 
making me suck them, and pissing on me, all standing around me and
pissing 
on my body, and I'm all yours, Daddy, I'll do anything you want, just
don't 
laugh at me any more Daddy please Daddy please Daddy please Daddy 
please Daddy please Daddy I'll do it, and do it, and do it, and do
it."   

EVERY HOUR  

 Lisa didn't know which of the boys it was. The blindfold saw to that.


He didn't talk, only making grunting sounds, happy, piggish rutting
grunts as 
he did it to her. long grunts and short grunts, doing it and doing it
as she lay 
helpless and taut beneath him, spread and straining, all of her open
and 
unable to move, to fight, because of the strong tight ropes binding
wrists and 
ankles to the bedposts. 

Not that his voice would help to identify him; Lisa didn't know any of
them, 
except for Tom. 
Her younger brother, Tom. 

Who had put her here. 

And brought six boys to do this to her. What this boy was doing to
her. 

And for her to do things to them. For them. Which Lisa wouldn't do. 

It didn't matter how much it hurt. 

But they thought if they hurt her enough she would do it. Them. 

Lisa didn't want to think so. But it didn't stop. It had no stop. How
long had it 
been? How many hours with boys raping her continually. Not
continually. But 
spasmodically. But steadily. And hurting her. Awful hurt. Agony. 

But no. She wouldn't. 

They knew she would. 

Lisa was afraid she would too. 

And now the boy was grunting hard, almost shouting, and now he was 
pounding on her body and spurting into her. 

And Lisa was afraid. Now more pain. 

But she wouldn't. 

How many times? Every hour. Every hour on the hour, she could hear a
clock 
striking and a boy would come in and Lisa couldn't see which boy it
was and 
couldn't talk with the thick gag in her mouth and couldn't do anything
to stop 
his hands on her body and his body on hers and his cock going into her
and 
his fucking, his slow or fast or hard or soft fucking and his grunting
or giggling 
or panting or taunting as he did it to her. 

And then standing up. A striking of a match. An inhalation, a blowing
out of 
smoke. Into her face. 

"Will you do it, Lisa?" 

Taut, shaking, biting at the gag, Lisa stubbornly shaking her head.
And then 
pain. 

Agony. 

Screaming horrible agony of a hot burning cigarette slowly, slowly
ground out 
on her breast. Slowly twisting burning into soft tender helpless
flesh. Lisa 
arching against her bonds and screaming into the gag. 

And the door closing. 

Lying for an hour. 

A door opening. 

Raping. 

Asking. 

Burning. 

And now this boy was standing up. Lisa could not help whimpering with
the 
striking of the match. Shaking her head. 

Inhalation. Exhalation. 

Oh god have mercy I can't please sweet Jesus help me I can't no not
again I 
can't I can't I can't--- 

"Will you do it, Lisa?" 

No! Mewling into the gag. No! Don't! No! I can't! Crying. 

Lisa was nodding. Moaning into the gag. Sobbing. Nodding. Nodding
hard, 
fast. 

"You will?" 

Nodding. Crying. I can't, I can't, no more. 

The boy was at the door. 
"I got her," he said. 

Crying, sobbing into the gag. All the boys came into the room. Someone

pulling off the blindfold. Tom grinning down at her. 

"I knew you would, Lisa." Undoing her gag, pulling it out. "Say it." 

No. 

"Say it, Lisa." 

The boy standing with the cigarette. Waiting. 

"I'll do it," Lisa said, crying. 

"You'll do what?" Tom said. "Say it. Say it or I'll burn you till you
do." 

Lisa was sobbing, body shaking, naked and helpless in front of them
all. 

"I'll suck your cocks," Lisa said, crying, sobbing. 

"Say it again," Tom said, grinning. 

"I'll suck your cocks," Lisa said. 

"Say it again." 

"I'll suck your cocks." 

"Again." 

"I'll suck your cocks." 

"Tell us you want to, Lisa." 

"I want to." 

"You want to what, Sis?" 

"I want to suck your cocks." 

"Burn her," Tom said. "Just so she'll do it right." 

"No! I will! I will! I swear I will!" 

The boy did it slowly, grinning at her eyes, squeezing one breast
while 
grinding the cigarette into the other, and all the boys watching Lisa
arching 
and straining and bucking and flailing and Tom now fucking his sister
and 
raping her and then Lisa was untied and crawling from boy to boy and
taking 
each cock into her mouth and sucking slowly crying and swallowing and 
sucking and swallowing and swallowing, and vomiting, and swallowing
all 
day...    



GLORIA   Part One 

The girl was young and long-haired, very beautiful, very full- bodied,
and very 
frightened. Her eyes begged silently, but she knew it was futile to
ask for 
mercy. Her body shook. 

"I am going to tell you what you will do, Gloria," the man said
softly. "You will 
do exactly as I say. Won't you, Gloria?" 

The girl nodded, but an involuntary whimper came from her mouth. 

"You will go to my house," the man said. "You will go into the living
room.. 
There you will strip naked. You will take off all your clothes, and
stand utterly 
naked." 

The girl swallowed hard. 

"Next," the man said, "you will take your panties and stuff them into
your 
mouth. All the way in, until you gag on them. And then you will take
your 
brassiere and wrap it around your head to keep the panties form coming
out. 
You will tie it tightly-- tightly, Gloria--in back of your head." 

Gloria was biting her lip. 




"And then," the man said, "you will go to the chair in the middle of
the room. 
Above it, hanging from the ceiling, you will see a pair of handcuffs.
You will 
stand on the chair, and you will raise your arms and put your wrists
into the 
handcuffs. You will close each handcuff tightly around your wrist.
Again-- 
tightly, Gloria. Until the metal is digging into your skin. Is that
understood?" 

Gloria was sobbing. She nodded quickly. 

"Your body will now be stretched tautly, but your feet will be
supported by the 
chair. And now, finally--you will kick the chair away. Do you
understand me, 
Gloria? You will kick that chair away very hard, so that it falls
over. So that you 
cannot possibly touch it with your feet. Do you follow me, Gloria?" 

Tears ran down Gloria's face. She could hardly speak. Her voice shook
badly. 
"Y-yes...oh, I--oh...y-y-yessss..." 

"Good," the man said. He paused. "And then, Gloria--you will wait. You
will 
hang there and wait. It will probably be some time. You will hang
there. Your 
body will stretch to the breaking point. You will hurt horribly. You
will sweat. 
You will moan through your gag, and hurt, and hang there, twisting
slightly, 
sweat running off your straining, aching body." 

"Oh, god!" the girl cried. "Oh, god, oh god..." 

"At last, I will come in," the man said, his eyes glittering. "In good
time. I will 
come in and find you...hanging there. Dangling like a beautiful
animal, aching 
and gasping and shamefully exposed. Do you know what I will do,
Gloria? I 
will watch. I will sit down in a comfortable chair, and I will watch
you hanging 
there, suffering. I will enjoy your suffering, your pain, your gasps
and muffled 
cries." 

"I will watch your eyes begging, pleading with me to take you down. I
will 
laugh. I will suggest terms upon which I will let you down. I will
suggest you do 
horrible things, Gloria--disgusting, degrading, inhuman things--and I
will watch 
you accept, watch you nod desperately, agreeing to crawl and eat shit
if only I 
will end your unbearable suffering. But I will not. 

Because you will do all those things, Gloria--later. First, when I
have enjoyed 
your pain and horror long enough--I will take off your gag. So I can
listen. As 
you beg. And then as you scream. While I do things to your lovely
dangling 
body. Unimaginable things, Gloria. To your luscious flesh. 
You will scream your head off, Gloria. And when I have ruined your
body, I will 
fuck you until you die. Your body clutching at me until you are
dead..."   


Part Two 

"My god! You don't mean you actually did that!" 

"But I did. I had no choice." 

"I can't believe it. You mean you--you--" 

"Yes. I obeyed. I went to his house and I stripped myself naked and I 
handcuffed myself from the ceiling and I kicked the chair away and I
hung 
there. I hung naked by my wrists. And waited. And hurt like hell. I
couldn't 
believe the pain. 

I thought my arms would pull out of their sockets. I thought my skin
would rip, I 
was stretched so taut. I was gasping and sweating and wishing I could
black 
out, long before he finally showed up. And when he did, I would have
done 
anything for him to let me down. Anything. And he did just as he
said--he sat 
down in front of me and watched. Gloating. While I suffered. 

God, I hung there in front of him, naked and dangling and sweating and

making horrible choking noises through that foul panty gag. That was
from 
trying to scream and beg. And he played with me just like he'd said.
He said if 
he took me down would I crawl on my belly for him, would I lick out
his ass, 
would I eat his shit and drink his piss, would I suck cock for all his

friends...and on and on, and Jesus, I was in such horrible pain" 

"I nodded, everything he said I nodded and nodded and...and he
laughed. And 
watched me hanging there and crying. And finally he got up and put his
hands 
on me. Prodding and pinching and rubbing my body. And Christ, I was so
bad 
off I tried to climb all over him, tried to grab him with my legs so I
could get 
some relief for my wrists and arms. My doing this gave him a hard-on,
and he 
took me just like that, he fucked me while I hung there, and I was
crying and 
sobbing and at the same time trying to wrap around him to stop my
pain. He 
came inside me and then left me hanging again. But he took off the gag
and I 
did what he wanted, I blubbered and babbled and pleaded and told him
he 
could do anything to me. And he did. And I screamed. I screamed all
night 
long." 
"Jesus! I can't--holy shit! I--the thought of you like  that-- naked,
dangling, 
twisting--oh god--" 

"It turns you on, doesn't it, you bastard?" 

"I wish I could have seen it." 

"You son of a bitch." 

"Gloria, god, you hanging there, panting and sobbing, your head
hanging 
back, your long hair falling down, your gorgeous long legs kicking
helplessly, 
your round breasts bobbling, promising to be a slave, to crawl, to
fuck and 
suck--" 

"You--you want me to do it for you, don't you?" 

"I can see you crawling, Gloria. Kissing the floor. Licking it. Your
beautiful sexy 
young breasts swaying, your flesh rippling as you crawl across the
floor to 
take some stranger's cock in your mouth." 

"Don't--" 

"Your lips fascinate me, Gloria. YOur lovely round soft young lips are
an 
invitation to fellatio." 

"You don't have to hurt me." 

"Pull your skirt up. All the way up. Take off those panties. Put them
in your 
mouth." 

"Wait--" 

"Say, I am going to put my panties in my mouth. Say it, Gloria." 

"You can't--" 

"Say it, Gloria." 

"I...am going to...put my panties...in my mouth." 


"Do it. Stuff them in. Good. Open your shirt. You know what to do.
Look at 
your tits lift as you raise your arms. Don't put your arms down,
Gloria. I'm 
going to touch you for a while. I'm going to watch your body go stiff.
Stiff and 
straining with pain. I don't need handcuffs, do I, Gloria. You won't
dare move. 
Squirm, yes, that's it, young Gloria, and writhe and twitch. I'm going
to fuck 
you now. Wrap your legs around me. Yes. As if you were hanging naked, 
hanging and hurting and twisting and howling behind your gag. Coming
in 
your body. NOW NOW NOW..."     



THE VAN RIDE  

There's something so wonderful about how your body feels sometimes
when 
you wake up in the morning. Your body feels all relaxed, soft and
warm...every 
time you move your muscles feel a delicious sense of pleasure. 

You know, like when you've been standing in a line, say for hours and
can 
finally sit down...how wonderful your legs feel? Only it's your whole
body that 
feels like that. Every time you turn or stretch you feel this all-over
sense of 
peace and languorous pleasure.

It's even better if the room is kind of chilly and you're in a soft,
toasty warm 
bed, the covers drawn up around you.

The problem is that usually on mornings you feel like that it's a week
day and 
you have to get up soon for school.

Now I happen to be one of those people who likes school. The classes
are 
mostly boring, but easy, and there are piles and piles of people there
I know. 

But still, I like to stretch those wake up times out as much as
possible, turning 
slowly, rolling my head.

My bed is a double, because my parents got a new one, a whole new 
bedroom set, actually, so gave it to me. They did get me a new
mattress, 
which was, like, a major relief. It would be incredibly weird sleeping
on the 
exact mattress where my parents had been, like, doing it, you know?

The only covers I usually have are one black satin sheet over me, one
under 
me, and the big, soft comforter that goes on top and is wonderfully
warm.
I had to buy the satin sheets myself. My mother said it was a
ridiculous and 
unnecessary expense, and that she thought my head was getting a little
too 
swelled if I thought I should have satin sheets.

As if!

I mean, sure people are always wanting to hang around me, and I'm
popular 
at school, and they're always calling and stuff, and the boys...God,
are like, all 
over me for dates and stuff. But I'm not some snotty arrogant girl who
thinks 
she's better than everyone else.

I do admit to feeling a secret pleasure at how pretty I am, and what a
good 
body I have. I mean, I look at some girls who have lots of acne, or
bad hair, or 
are like, real fat or flat chested, or have big noses and stuff and I
feel sorry for 
them.

I lucked out, though. Well, it's genes, right. That's what my science
teacher 
says. Both my mom and dad are really good looking so it would figure I

probably would be too. Me and my brothers.

I'm not a blonde. Wouldn't that be just too perfect? Sigh. I've often
thought of 
dyeing my hair just to see what it's like, but I'm afraid people would
think me a 
bimbo and, you know, too concerned with my looks.

After all I have great hair. It's a sparkling bright shade of brown, a
kind of light 
chestnut. It's very thick and full of body. I've tried lots of styles
and stuff but 
right now it's mostly straight with just a little bit of wave, and
about halfway 
down my back. 

I prefer the windblown look in front, so it takes me a while to blow
dry it every 
morning. I have lots of unruly bangs that I have to keep sweeping
aside from 
my eyes, too. I like it, though. I like the image it gives of partly
sweet and 
innocent, partly sexy and cool.

My face is oval, and pretty nicely shaped, with wide, cornflower blue
eyes, a 
small, button nose, full, soft lips, and just a tiny sprinkling of
freckles. My skin, 
aside from those few freckles is almost flawless. 

I took after my mother in that way, unlike my poor brothers who take
after my 
dad and are always having to dose themselves with clearasil.

I'm five feet six, which is just a bit short, but not real short, if
you know what I 
mean. I'd prefer four more inches, but I can't complain. Like, my
friend Beth is 
just five feet tall, so I'm lucky compared to her.

I have pretty good legs, nice and smooth and well-sculpted, and my
body is 
generally pretty healthy and athletic, since I use my dad's exercise
machine 
every weekend to keep firm and trim. The two parts of me that matter,
though, 
that all the guys go for, are my ass and my boobs, and they're both
just 
perfect.

Like, my boobs, for instance, aren't super big. I would hate to be
really busty 
like Cheryl Cooper, who has these enormous boobs that distort her
shape no 
matter what she wears. Plus everyone stares at them all the time, and
make 
jokes about them. I've seen them in the shower at school and they
really are 
incredibly big. I'd hate to have to walk around with so much weight.

See, boobs can be kind of a pain. Don't get me wrong, I love my boobs.
I love 
to lay on my back and slide my hands over them, just very lightly,
following 
their lines, the smooth roundness of their form.

But boobs can be annoying when you want to move fast, like running or 
jumping, or, like, when you want to lay on your belly, or lean
forward.

Anyway, my boobs are kind of big. They're nothing like Cheryl's. I
think she's a 
thirty-eight double D. Mine are only thirty-six Cees. But I'm kind of
slim, so 
they really kind of...uhm, stick out, if you know what I mean. They
look bigger 
on me than they are. I mean, if Holly Dunlop, who is six foot three
had my 
exact boobs they'd probably look kind of small.

But on me they look good. They make my tops push out in just the right
way, 
just enough that guys look and think hmm, she's got a nice set in
there, but 
not enough for them to go, lookit the tits on her. You know?

I should mention my nipples. They're both wonderful, and also a pain,
like my 
boobs I guess. They're about the size of nickels. Oh, well, I mean,
the areolas 
are the size of nipples. The little nipples are a lot smaller, of
course. They're 
very pink, and eeexxtreeeemmmlly sensitive.

I've asked other girls, in a kind of roundabout way, if their nipples
are really 
sensitive, and I think mine are, much more so than others. Just a
little thought 
of something sexy and they get all stiff and stick out really hard.
My nipples are really obvious when they're hard, too. They become
fatter, 
almost as thick as my little finger, and stick out through anything
I'm wearing 
that's at all tight. And I like wearing tight tops.

They're also very sensitive to the cold, which can also make them
erect.

And when they're erect, they become, like, incredibly sensitive to any
kind of 
touch. Just rubbing my arms against them through my blouse or shirt
cane 
send hot little tingles through my chest...and then my boobs get
swollen and 
hot too, and soon, for no good reason I'm, like, really horny.

I have a reputation for not dating much, and not doing a lot on dates.
You 
know why that is? It's because the first thing guys go for once
they're kissing 
you is your boobs, and I'm just a fucking goner once some guy starts
playing 
with my boobs. My mind spins away, my insides turn to mush, my groin
burns 
with a liquid heat, and I'll do almost anything.

So I pretty much avoid dating guys at school to keep from getting a
reputation 
as a whore. And it's all because of my super sensitive nipples.

Not that my boobs aren't sensitive too, of course. The skin seems much
softer 
and more sensitive than almost anywhere else on my body, and stroking
and 
caressing them turns me on even when it's just me doing it. When a guy
who 
knows what he's doing - and there aren't many - gets his fingers
digging into 
my soft mammary meat, starts mashing and squeezing them...well, you 
combine that with a little nipple work and I lose my mind.

And a girl my age isn't supposed to act like that,  you know? We're
supposed 
to be pure and sweet and not let anyone go too far unless we really,
really 
love them and are in a long lasting relationship...meaning a few
months, 
anyway.

My breasts are quite firm, and actually stick up just a bit, rather
than sagging. I 
could get away without wearing a bra sometimes, like when I wear a 
sweatshirt, say, but the rubbing of my nipples against the fabric
always, 
always makes them hard, and then people stare.

My ass now, thank God, isn't nearly so sensitive. Ha! It looks just as
good, 
though, nice and firm and round, like an apple, so guys stare at me
coming or 
going. I have nicely rounded hips, not too much, but a nice swelling
from my 
thin, flat belly and narrow waist.
So guys can stare at me both coming and going!

That's both embarrassing and exciting. I guess a lot of things have
good and 
bad points to them, huh?

I mean, it feels weird walking past some strange boys...actually even
men 
now that I'm older...and knowing...just absolutely knowing for sure
that their 
eyes are turned and focused right on your ass, watching it as you walk
away. 
It's even stranger, and sometimes embarrassing when they're facing me
and I 
catch their eyes looking down at my chest.

But sometimes it's also kind of...exciting, you know? Knowing they're
thinking 
how good looking you are, knowing they're looking at you and wishing
they 
could get you undressed, that they're imagining you naked, and wishing
they 
could grope you and fuck you and all...well, it can really be a
turn-on.

Not that it took me a lot to get turned on. I find my mind turning to
sex more 
and more these days. Of course, given the things that have happened to
me 
lately that isn't really surprising.

If my parents had any idea...

I sighed and rolled over again under the covers, the soft satin
caressing my 
skin. I was naked, the way I always slept, and I spread my legs wider,
drawing 
my knees back a little so the soft fabric would slide over my inner
thighs.

I slid my hands slowly up my body, along my soft, firm belly, then up
to my 
breasts, squeezing them slowly...gently...mashing them together, then
pulling 
them apart. My nipples hardened immediately and I rubbed the satin
across 
them and sighed in pleasure.

I thought about yesterday afternoon, and how it had changed my outlook
on 
many things having to do with sex.

I had gotten all ready and gone out to a concert with this guy named
Kyle. It 
was a first date, and I didn't really know him that well.

Unfortunately, the concert was canceled just after it started due to a
power 
failure of some kind. So we all broke up kind of early. I tagged along
with Kyle, 
hoping to get him alone and...let him know what I was interested in.
But he got a ride home for us with this other guy he knew who owned a
van. 
Not only were we not alone but we had to sit in the back of the van,
on the 
floor, with, like seven or eight other guys. I was pissed off at
first, because you 
couldn't so much as whisper without everyone hearing. And I had wanted
to 
get to know Kyle a little, you know?

Everyone talked pretty casual like, about the concert and stuff, and
nobody 
really flat out stared at me, but I started to feel this kind of
sexual tension in 
the air, and I, like, knew that every single one of them wanted me.

Does that sound arrogant? Well, maybe. Maybe it was the mood I was in,

which was major horny.

Their eyes moved over me, then off, then back again. They all seemed
to be 
faced so they could watch me. I felt this kind of heat in my groin.

And then one of them talked about this backup singer who was on the
stage, 
and how hot she was, and another of them looked at me and smiled and
said, 
like, that she wasn't nearly as good looking as me. And then they all
agreed, 
and I felt this mental growl among them, and knew they all wanted to
do me.

I had this fantasy of them all doing it, grabbing me and fucking me
together, a 
big gang bang. The thought was both frightening and intensely
arousing. It 
wasn't that I wanted to do it, but the thought of it was enough to
make my 
nipples harden instantly.

As I sat against the wall and tried to pretend a casualness I didn't
feel, the 
light coming through from the cars behind us and around us, and the
bright 
street lights was enough that any of them would have clearly seen my
nips 
sticking out against my shirt.

So I pulled my knees up, kind of casual like. Of course, this made the
crotch 
of my tight jeans dig in against my pussy, and I started getting
really hot.

And one guy was saying how maybe I should, like, try out as a dancer
or 
something. And then another one said, kind of as a joke, that I should
be a 
nude dancer. And I felt the sexual atmosphere getting even tenser.

I knew that I could have every one of them, the eight in back and the
two in 
front. Just me. And the idea was starting to turn my pussy into a
raging 
volcano. I wouldn't have them...they would have me!
I consciously lowered my legs, pushing them out, having to drape them
across 
the legs of a couple of other guys. Nobody complained, though. I asked
if they 
minded and they said no, then one of them, who was further away kidded
me 
about please rest my leg on him.

I was feeling almost light-headed with the sexual heat churning in my
belly 
then, and I teasingly stretched out one leg, which meant spreading my
legs 
wide, and laid it across his ankle. And he pretended to moan and groan
in 
excitement.

"Don't get a boner, Rick," one of the others teased.

I didn't really know their names. I mean, they'd given them to me, of
course, 
but when you get introduced to nine guys at the same time it's awfully
hard to 
remember any of them.

"Keep away from him, Meghan. He's a pervert," another guy across the
van 
said.

"Girls like perverts," Rick said.

"Yeah right," someone snorted.

"You like perverts, Meghan?" a guy asked.

"Sometimes," I said with a grin and a shrug.

A little voice in my head was saying "You better not fuck around with
these 
guys, Meghan. You're stuck in here with them and who knows what might 
happen."

I ignored it.

The car that had been behind us passed us and this pickup truck came
up 
behind us. It had higher lights and they were beaming almost right
into the 
window, like into my face. I squinted my eyes against it, and when one
of the 
guys near the door said come and sit there I decided to move.

That meant crawling across a bunch of legs and feet on all fours. The
guy in 
the corner who'd offered reached out to take my arm and help me
forward, but 
then one of the guys nearer the front of the van grabbed my ankle.
"No. We want her near us," he laughed.

"Yeah, we want Meghan up front," another guy said, grabbing at my
other 
ankle.

"You've had her long enough," another of the guys near the back doors
said. 
And then he reached out and grabbed at my arm too.

It was all playful...kind of..but also sexual, and I felt kind
of...proud for having 
all these guys looking at me and wanting me.

I also felt a kind of exhibitionistic heat. Like, there I was kneeling
on all fours in 
tight pants, and there were several guys behind me staring right at my
ass. 
And also I was wearing that loose-at-the-bottom cropped top and I saw
a 
couple of guys trying to look up it.

Then I yelped as someone grabbed my ass.

"No groping," one of them said. "Least without permission."

Then I fell forward against one of the other guys near the back,
sprawled half 
across his lap before I could turn and finally pull myself into the
small space 
between two of them they'd managed to make.

One of them put his arm over my shoulder.

"There. This is much better. Isn't it, baby?" he grinned.

"Uh yes," I gulped.

At least the bright lights of the following pickup weren't in my face
now.

The talk turned a bit casual again, until some guy mentioned a movie
he'd 
seen that was then playing. It was set in the early nineteen
seventies.

"Did you see how tight they wore their pants then?" he said.

"Yeah," another guy nodded. "Fuckin amazing they could ever get them
on."

"I liked the way the girls looked in them," another guy said, to much 
agreement.
"Hey, Meghan, how come girls don't wear really tight pants any more?"
one of 
the guys beside me asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, because it's not in style.  People would
think you 
were a showoff or a slut."

"Your pants are kind of tight," another of the guys said with a grin.

"They're not that tight," I said defensively.

Of course now all the guys were looking at my pants openly, and I felt
that 
shimmery heat down there again.

"Yeah, but now girls wear those nice tops that don't come all the way
down," 
another guy said.

"Yeah, I like those," another guy said.

Others said they did too, and I giggled a little self- consciously.

"I saw this girl once and she bent over where I was sitting down and
you could 
look right up the bottom and see everything," another guy said.

"Pervert," another guy said.

"You'd just see her bra."

"No, she didn't have a bra."

"Cool."

"You could see everything, man."

"Let's get Meghan to bend over," someone said to laughter.

"I'm wearing a bra," I said, a little embarrassed but also excited.

"Prove it."

"Yeah, let's see it."

"What kind of bra?"

"Show us."

"Take it off. Take it off."

"Fuck you guys," I laughed.

"Any time you want."

"You wish," I said.

"Girls have great underwear," one of them said.   "Guys have boring 
underwear."

"Yeah."

"You like to wear girls underwear, Colin?"

"I like to look at it," he protested amid laughter.

"On girls," someone else said.

"I like girls who don't wear bras," someone else said.

"Or anything else," another guy laughed.

"What's the name of that girl from The Neighborhood on TV who says she

never wears underwear?"

"That's Chelsea Rook."

"Yeah, she's cute."

"She's also flat," I said. "She doesn't need a bra."

"You're not flat, Meghan," someone giggled.

I blushed again, and folded my arms over my chest in mock anger.

"Sure isn't," another guy said.
"Just tell us what color your bra is, Meghan so we can fantasize,"
another guy 
said.

"No way," I laughed.

"Come on. White?"

"No."

"Black?"

"No. It's green, okay?" I blushed again as several of them laughed and

whooped.

"Green undies."

"Show us."

"Uh uh."

"Come oooon. Please?"

"You guys are perverts."

"No, we're bored," another guy sighed. 

"Fucking traffic," another guy growled.

"Yeah, hey, Eddie, can't you move this fucking thing?" 

"What do you want me to do, drive over the traffic in front?" the
driver called 
back.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"So show us your bra, Meg."

"No," I said, my insides churning and steaming.

"Why not? You probably wear less on the beach."

"That's on the beach."

"You know what I like on the beach," a guy said. "Those thong bathing
suits."

"Yeah," a half dozen guys said.

"You ever wear one of those, Meg?"

I shook my head.

"Why not? All girls should wear them."

"Too embarrassing," I said, blushing.

I was kind of squeezed in between two guys, and one of them had hand
in his 
lap and his arm kind of pushing against the side of my breast. It
wasn't 
accidental either cause he had to lean forward a bit from the wall to
do it. I 
pretended I didn't notice.

"Let's take a vote. Who wants to see Meghan's bra?"

Everyone held or waved their arm and hand and shouted me!

I giggled, then kind of gripped the bottom of my top and yanked it up
then 
down again.

There were a bunch of yells and whistles and protests that it hadn't
been long 
enough, and they begged me to just do it again.

"I was looking the other way."

"I didn't see."

"The light was in my eyes."

So I kind of rolled my eyes and shook my head, then lifted the top
right up, 
baring my chest.


The bra I was wearing was a lacy french one with half cups. It was
silky soft, 
which I liked because it made me feel sexy and because with no
friction 
against my boobs my nipples were less likely to get hard.

"What color are your panties?" a guy asked as soon as I pulled my
shirt down.

"Forget it!" I exclaimed.

"Nice bra."

"Yeah."

"Really sexy."

I shrugged kind of cockily.

"Nice boobs inside it."

"Yeah!" several guys agreed.

"Everything about Meghan is nice."

"Oh right," I snorted.

"Show us your boobs!"

"No way!"

"Show us your panties."

"Oh, show me yours," I sniffed.

"Sure."

"We will if you will."

"You show us yours and we'll show you ours," another guy giggled.

One guy knelt and lifted his T-shirt up under his arms, pushing his
bare chest 
out. Others laughed at him and one jerked him back down. Another guy
got to 
his knees and pulled his pants down.
He had black jockey underwear, and before he jerked his pants back up
I 
could see the clear outline of his cock, which looked, not erect,
but...not soft 
either.

There were more taunts and shouts directed at him and he was shoved
back, 
but then a couple more guys got to their knees long enough to jerk
their pants 
down and display their underwear. One guy had big boxer shorts with
hearts 
on them and everyone, including me, laughed like crazy.

Well, then, feeling hot and sexy and basking in their lust I pushed up
onto my 
knees, undid my belt and opened my pants.

"Now I'm only doing this once," I said.

Everyone leaned forward to watch as I jerked my pants down and bared
my 
green lacy panties. they were very small, with a narrow elastic
waistband that 
clung to my hips, then dove deeply down to the small V of fabric over
my 
crotch.

I trembled slightly as I held my jeans around my thighs, then I jerked
them 
back up and sat back down, doing up the catch as they whistled and
yelled 
their compliments. I flushed deeply, embarrassed but super hot under
their 
lust and attention.

"Take it off! Take it off!" one of them yelled.

"Yeah! Take it all off!"

I shook my head, smiling self-consciously.

"We'll show you ours," one of them said.

"She'd need a magnifying glass, Joey," someone else sneered.

"Yeah, fuck you, Miller."

"You're both no bigger than worms," another guy said.

"Yeah, and what's yours, spaghetti?"


I just like, sat there quietly in the shadows as they all argued about
who had 
the biggest cock. This was an incredibly strange position to be in.
The only girl 
among all these guys, and I kind of squeezed my pussy together,
getting 
hotter and hotter.

Then one of the guys across the van pulled his cock out of his pants
and 
showed it to everyone...including me. I gasped and blushed even more
as he 
was yelled at and taunted. He put it back in, arguing with someone
near him.

There was so much shouting and laughter I couldn't hear much of the
words. 
Then another guy jerked his cock out and showed it to everyone. It was
bigger 
than the first guy. And then another guy shouted for attention and
pulled his 
out.

He was hard.

I held my breath and felt a tightness in my chest and a squirming in
my belly.

Another guy pulled his out, and then one guy shouted that they'd have
a 
contest. Everyone would pull theirs out and see who was the biggest
and 
thickest.

It was like they forgot I was there...Or at least, so I thought, but
then one of 
them turned to me, and I saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Meghan can be the judge," he said.

The van got still for a moment, as all eyes turned to me, then guys
started 
pulling their cocks out, even the ones right beside me. I shrank back
against 
the wall as much as I could, heart pounding like a trip hammer.

"No fair. You guys are hard," one of them said.

"Maybe Meghan will help you out," another jeered.

"Yeah. Want to Meghan?" the guy taunted.

I shook my head in embarrassment, then held my breath as he began to 
stroke his cock to get it hard. He looked up at me and his cock
thickened and 
lengthened almost at once.

I tried to look somewhere there wasn't any cock, but there wasn't any
place to 
look.

"Which is the biggest, Meghan?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, judge?"

"Maybe she needs a closer inspection," someone snickered.

I thought again about a gang bang. The thought was still frightening,
but even 
more intensely arousing.

I looked around at all those hard cocks and just kind of pointed at
one that 
looked bigger than the others. There was lots of argument and I tried
to ignore 
them.

But hell, there were two guys pressing against me from either side,
and their 
cocks were sticking out of their pants all stiff and hard.

"We'll have a jerk off contest," one of them said.

I didn't know what his words meant at first, then my pulse
skyrocketed.

Several guys laughed and jeered, but a few others, probably because of
me, 
agreed.

"Circle jerk! Circle jerk!" one guy laughed.

"Okay, first one to come wins."

"We need some inspiration."

"Yeah. Hey, Meghan, how about showing us your bra again?"

"Fuck that. Show us your tits."

"Yeah. Come on. We're showing you ours."

"Let's see your tits, Meghan!"

"Yeah, just for a second."
"No way!"

"Show us! Show us!"

"Forget it!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"We wanna see!"

One of the guys next to me grabbed the bottom of my blouse and tugged
on it, 
not seriously, but just teasing.

I looked around, blushing but hot, then lifted my top again, showing
my bra. 
Then, with my heart pounding a mile a minute, I unclipped the clip
which 
fastened between the cups and let my bra fall away.

They were all whistling and yelling as I held my hands over my
breasts, then, 
almost unable to breath I pulled my hands away and showed them all my 
swollen white boobs and hard pink nipples.

One of the guys sitting beside me reached over and grabbed one of my 
breasts, giving it a fat, hard squeeze before I jerked my arm down and
twisted 
away, and many of the others laughed and joked.

"Okay, we need a prize for the winner," someone called.

"A kiss from Meghan," another growled.

"A kiss on the cock!"

"A blowjob!"

"No no. A kiss from the fair maiden and...her bra to remember her by,"
the guy 
said.

Everyone seemed to agree to that, though I protested a little. I
finally agreed 
then, too excited to care much.



But then they wanted me to take it off first, so I shyly, and
excitedly pulled my 
top up again. I had to take it right off to slip my bra straps over my
shoulders, 
and my nipples felt excruciatingly tender as their eyes feasted on
them.

I could have mostly hidden my boobs by holding the shirt over them as
I 
slipped my bra off, but it was making me too excited to have them see.
My 
breasts were so swollen I thought they would explode, and I knew now
that if I 
dropped my shorts to show them my panties they'd see a big stain in
the front.

I covered my chest finally, with the shirt, as I held the bra up by
one strap. 
There were whistles and cheers and I blushed in excitement and 
embarrassment.

Then one of the guys took the bra and while I was looking at him
another 
reached forward and snatched the top away from me hard enough to jerk
me 
forward. I fell on the pile of legs and feet, complaining even though
I was really 
not that upset.

I covered my breasts with my arms, glaring at him.

"Give it back!" I called amid the wolf whistles and scattered obscene 
suggestions.

"Come and get it," he taunted, holding it out.

I kept my left arm across my breasts, cupping my right breast in my
hand as I 
leaned forward on my knees and grabbed for the top. He kept jerking it
back, 
and then as I got a hand on it he yanked and I fell forward, sprawling
across 
their legs and feet again.

I felt a hand shoot in between my legs and grab my crotch as I quickly
pushed 
myself up to my knees again. I wasn't as...desperate to cover my
breasts as I 
might have been. I was finding this embarrassing, true, but the
excitement far 
outweighed it.

I grabbed at it again, much closer to him now, and he held it above
his head, 
then tossed it across the van to another guy. I tried to grab at it
and fell across 
several of their laps, including a guy who had his hard cock out. I
felt it 
pressing up against my bare belly and gasped as I hurriedly pulled
away.


Not before he grabbed at one of my breasts though, and then someone
else 
grabbed my ass. I crawled over to the other guy who had my top, then 
covered my breasts with one arm again as I straightened on my knees, 
grabbing at it.

"Give it!" I demanded.

"Give me a kiss and I will."

"Come oooon!"

"Just one kiss."

"All right," I pouted, heart pounding and head throbbing.

Covering my breast with one arm I moved closer, bending forward. I
yelped as 
someone groped my crotch again and slapped at the guy behind me, then 
turned back and moved closer, so I wouldn't have to bend over. I
straddled 
him and put an arm on his shoulder, then leaned forward and kissed
him.

He immediately brought his arms around me, cupping my ass while his
mouth 
pushed hard against mine. His tongue pushed between my lips as one of
his 
hands came up behind my head, holding me in place. Then his other hand

came up and pushed my hand back so he could sink his fingers into my 
breast.

I yelped in shock and pleasure, the heat shooting through me as I
twisted 
aside. I fell back across their legs again, this time on my back, my
breasts 
jiggling and shaking. I quickly turned onto my belly and tried to get
to my 
knees only to have a hand grab my crotch, and two more slide in from
either 
side to grope my breasts.

I shook free but one guy grabbed both my wrists. He was a big guy,
too, and 
kind of dragged me forward and right up against him so he could mash
his 
lips down on mine.

At the same time someone grabbed at my shorts, yanking at them. I
tried to 
break free. I got one hand loose and reached back for them but not in
time. 
They jerked down my legs, taking my panties with them.


There was a roar of approval from them all as my shorts were yanked
right off 
my feet so hard they sent my tennis shoes flying as well. 

Now I was totally naked in one guy's arms as his tongue pushed into my

mouth. The guy beside him was groping one of my breasts, and several
more 
hands were groping and grabbing at my crotch and ass.

"Who needs a circle jerk when we got pussy!" one of the guys yelled.

"Dibs!"

"Fuck you!"

"I"m first!"

They were all yelling eagerly as hands pawed at me.    I broke loose
from the 
guy kissing me only to fall back amidst them on my back again. I was 
incredibly aroused, so much that I was on the verge of coming. I was 
trembling with sexual pressure and excitement, my nipples so hard they
hurt.

Their hands were all over me as I twisted and rolled, gasping and
panting, and 
slapping at them. I wasn't really fighting, and I didn't want it to
stop, but I 
felt...like I had to...to resist...or at least, pretend to resist.

Otherwise I'd be a slut, right?

God! I realized they all were going to fuck me! and I think I realized
that even 
if I really and truly tried to stop it I probably couldn't. They would
gang rape 
me.

And that made me even hotter, even more aroused. I rolled over and
over, my 
legs writhing as hands groped and grabbed and clutched and squeezed at

every part of me. I kicked at them, shouting, "No!" and "stop it!" and
"Let me 
go!"

But I wasn't serious, and whether they knew it or not I don't think by
then that 
they would have cared as their hands fought each other for possession
of my 
nubile young flesh.



A big hand cupped my pussy and held it firmly as I wriggled and
writhed and 
kicked, then someone grabbed one of my wrists, and someone else
grabbed 
my other hand and I was yanked over on my back. More hands grabbed my 
ankles, pulling them wide, as half a dozen hands ran over my body,
pinching 
my nipples, squeezing my breasts, and groping at my pussy and ass.

I continued to wriggle and writhe, demanding they release me.

"Let me go, bastards!"

"After we fuck you, baby!"

"She's gonna get fucked good tonight!"

Then I came. The heat of the hand squeezing my cunt, the other hands 
clawing at my breasts, and the whole deliriously sexual situation was
just too 
much. I had to hide my orgasm, though. So I directed the excess energy
into 
straining at their hands, arching my back repeatedly, pulling with my
hands 
and legs as they fought to restrain me.

My gasped and yowls were taken as anger, fear, frustration, whatever.
I don't 
think any of them realized I was in the midst of a powerful, gut
wrenching 
orgasm as I sobbed and moaned and wriggled violently.

Part of it was they were distracted by arguing over who would be
first, but 
mostly it was just that they probably couldn't imagine a girl who
would orgasm 
as a group of guys was preparing to gang rape her.

The orgasm shook me the core, and drained my energy down to almost 
nothing. I went limp at last, in their arms, laying on the floor of
the van as they 
held me spreadeagled. I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving, and
they 
probably just thought I was exhausted from my resistance.

Then the first guy knelt there between my spread legs. They were all
around 
me, hands still stroking and squeezing at my breasts and crotch as he 
dropped his pants and pulled out his hard- on. I moaned softly as I
looked up 
at him, and he leered excitedly.

He gripped his hard-on and pressed it against my cleft, rubbing it up
and down 
as he shuffled a bit closer.

"No!" I gasped. "D...don't! Let me go!"

I writhed in their grip again, straining at their hands, arching my
back and 
thrashing weakly.

Then he gripped my hips and sank his prick into me. I felt myself
pierced, felt 
his cockhead sliding effortlessly through the tight, hot, wet folds of
my pussy 
flesh, tearing my tight fuck tunnel open as it drove down into my
belly.

"Ram it in there, Mike!"

"Fuck her!"

"Give it to her, man!"

"Stick that cock up her!"

"Uhnggghhhh," I groaned.

"She loves it, man!"

"Ooh! OhhH!" I gasped.

I felt myself stuffed to the brim and his cock wasn't even buried in
me yet. His 
hands slid up my body and squeezed my breasts hard as he thrust in
hard 
and deep, driving his cock in to the hilt.

I shuddered, my sexual fires screaming higher and higher as they all
whistled 
and yelled and clapped in approval.

"Fuck her hard, Mike!"

"Pound that pussy!"

"Root the bitch, Mike!"

He dropped forward atop me, leering in pleasure, griding his pelvis
against my 
thighs as he gripped my hair. I gasped in pain as he pulled at it,
forcing my 
head back. Then he crushed his lips against mine, his tongue shooting
into 
me as he continued to grind his pelvis against me.

His hard chest crushed my breasts as he began to hump, his cock
sliding 
back through the straining, clutching lips of my sex, fighting the
pull of my tight 
pussy tunnel. Then he drove it back into me and I grunted into his
mouth as I 
felt that delightful full feeling again.

It wasn't just his fucking, though. It wasn't even mostly that. It was
being here 
helpless, held down, with all of them watching. It was their wild
laughter and 
lewdly expressed comments. It was their leering eyes and exultantly
displayed 
lust.

It was being gang raped. Me. Me, Meghan Turner was being held down and

gang raped! Oh my God!

I thought about my mother and father. What were they doing now? Could
they 
possibly imagine what their little girl was doing now. They were
sitting at home 
reading, not for a second imagining that sweet, innocent Meghan was
being 
held down naked by eight...ten guys who were getting ready to...to
rape her, to 
gang rape her!

He was all over me, squashing me to the floor as he began humping
faster, 
his hips grinding, his cock pumping back and forth through my taut
pussy lips, 
rasping heavily across my hard little clit.

I felt them jerking my legs even further apart, and arched my back a
little, 
wriggling to keep up the show of resistance. His cock pounded down
into me 
now, and my insides were being churned to a froth by his big cock.

He jerked my head back hard and his mouth came down against the nape
of 
my neck, biting down and sucking as he threw his hips down and
forward, 
tearing his prick back and forth inside me.

Then he grunted and cursed, thrusting in especially hard, jamming his
meat 
into my belly. I felt his prick get even bigger, felt it throbbing,
then exploding 
inside me, and whimpered in wondrous delight at the knowledge that his

juices were flooding down into my tight pussy.

He fell heavily atop me, gasping for breath. Then he pushed himself
off, rolled 
back, and another guy knelt there. He pressed his prick into me and
thrust 
deep. He didn't drop atop me, but knelt there, fucking steadily, his
cock 
pistoning through my cunt opening for several minutes until he came.

Then the next guy moved in and jammed his cock home. He fell atop me
and 
grabbed my hair like the first one did, crushing his mouth down and
grabbing 
my breast in a tight, hard, painful grip, squeezing furiously as he
pounded into 
me.

All the time the others watched in excitement, laughing and joking,
elbowing 
each other, yelling to them to fuck me harder, to really give it to
me. They 
were really charged up sexually, and I realized they saw me as nothing
more 
than a cunt, a piece of fuck meat for them to use.

That didn't insult me. Instead it made me even hotter. I strained and
writhed in 
their grip from time to time, moaning as another, then another guy
dropped on 
top of me and slammed their cock home.

Then one of them jerked my legs away from those holding them, lifting
them 
up and jamming them back. He gripped them behind the knees, forcing
them 
way back and apart, raising my ass off the floor as he pounded down
really, 
really hard.

I grunted with each impact, yelping an gasping as his tool ripped into
me. My 
ass hurt from the bruising pounding he was giving it, but my cunt was 
steaming and burning. I came again, clenching my jaws to keep from 
screaming, shuddering and trembling as they all slapped his back and
urged 
him to pound me.

"That's it, Jim! Fuck the bitch!"

"Rip her cunt open, man!"

"Give it to her!"

"Look at him go!"

"She's gotta feel that!"

"That's gonna be one sore little ass tomorrow!"

God, my back ached as he bent me back even more, and I felt waves of
lewd 
excitement as he split my legs and showed everyone everything I had. 


His hips were smacking against my ass loud enough to be heard over the

laughter and shouting from the guys watching, and my pussy was in
heaven 
as his meat slipped back and forth through it.

Then he gave a final thrust and let go of my legs, sitting back on his
heels and 
pulling his prick loose.

My legs fell to the van floor as I groaned with the sudden release of
pressure 
on my back. Another guy moved in, an older one with a beard.

"Turn her over," he called. "Turn her on her belly."

I hardly paid much attention to his words as the others rolled me
over, and 
quickly grabbed my arms and legs again, jerking them wide. I moaned
weakly 
as his hands moved over my ass.

I heard spitting behind me, then something pressed against my asshole.
My 
eyes went wide and I gasped in shock. I was simultaneously filled with
fear 
and a deep, powerful heat as his cockhead pressed down forcefully,
trying to 
push past my sphincter.

"No! Don't!" I cried, writhing, thrashing, straining against their
grip on my 
wrists and ankles.

"Oh, man! He's gonna shove it up her ass!"

"Fuck her ass, Steve!"

"That little ass will never take a cock that big!"

"She'll take a fuckin' fence post if she has to!"

"Man, I gotta do that!"

"Yeah, me too!"

"Uhnhngggghh!" I groaned as his cock thrust into me, forcing its way
through 
my little opening.

"I've wanted to do that to every tight assed bitch I've met!"

"Feed her cock, Steve!"

"Stuff that ass full, man!"

His cock pulled back, then thrust in hard and I cried out as I felt
impaled on its 
hard, thick length. He drove it into me, hammering it forward against
the 
resistance of my virginal ass. It ached, and felt kind of...rawly
sore, but I was 
too aroused to care about pain.

I was filled with the lewdest excitement at this all, knowing it was
the hottest, 
sexiest, sluttiest thing for any girl in the world to do.

I felt cramps in my belly as his prick pushed really deep and groaned
in pain. 
He pulled back then rammed forward and drove his prick to the hilt in
my ass. 
I shuddered and sobbed, my face pressing down into the van floor as he
ran 
his hands over my body.

"Like that, baby?" he jeered.

"Fuck her!"

"Ream her out!"

He started to do just that, pulling his prick back down my ass tunnel,
then 
shoving it forward again. It hurt, but the pleasure shielded me from
most of the 
pain, and as he fucked harder my anal muscles seemed to dissolve, to
stop 
resisting.

His meat pushed easily through my tunnel then, fucking steadily, in
and out, in 
and out, in, out, in, out, in out. His hands came down on the floor to
either side 
of my head as he leaned into me, and his cock pumped even harder.

God, it felt so strange! His big, meaty pole of flesh was tearing up
and down 
inside me, where I'd never felt anything before, and my clitty was
grinding 
against the floor as my body was jerked to and fro by his heavy
thrusts.

My body was jarred violently by each of his hard blows, and again my
ass took 
the main force of it as he pounded into me.



The van was bouncing a little, rocking as it moved over some rough
road, 
then it stopped as he dropped atop me, his cock buried in my ass. He 
groaned and held still, and I knew his sperm was draining down into my

bowels.

The side door of the van was yanked open as he got up and off me.
Hands 
grabbed my wrists and dragged me across the floor and out the door. My

rubbery legs wouldn't support me, but they didn't need to as two of
them held 
me between them and moved me around in front of the van.

We were in a small clearing amidst bushes and trees, and it was dark.
Then 
they threw me down on the grass with the lights of the van in my eyes.
I lay 
there, gasping and moaning as they all surrounded me.

Then one of them moved forward. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed
my 
hips and pressed himself into me from behind. I moaned and then cried
out as 
he grabbed my hair to hold me in place.

I felt his cock pressing against my asshole, then it thrust in hard
and he 
shifted his grip to my shoulders as he started humping into me.

The others moved closer, snickering and laughing, some on their knees
near 
us, others still standing as they all watched.

Then one moved forward in front of me, holding his cock in his hand.
He 
gripped my hair, and I cried out as he forced my head up and back.
Then he 
stuffed his cock into my open mouth.

"Suck it, baby. Suck that cock!" he growled.

These guys, who had all seemed so nice and polite before, were now
wild-
eyed and hot, reduced to their bestial instincts as they surrounded me
and 
their cocks hungered to plunge into my soft flesh.

I felt overwhelmed by it all, but my pussy was juicing and burning
with need as 
the guy behind me pounded his hips into my buttocks, and I eagerly
began to 
suck the second cock as he twisted and pulled at my hair.

My breasts were dangling below me like udders, swinging back and forth
as 
my body was hammered from behind. 

Hands reached out and grabbed at them, fingers digging into the tender
flesh, 
pinching and pulling, twisting and squeezing, fighting each other for 
possession as they cursed and growled in lewd desire.

And all around me the guy continued their laughter and jeers and lewd,

obscene chants.

"Yeah! Fuck her! Fuck the slut!"

"Ream her tight ass!"

"Fuck her face!"

"Jam it down the bitch's throat!"

"Ha! Let her choke on that meat!"

"Lookit these tits!"

"I'm next."

"No I am!"

"Fuck you!"

"Hey, let's fuck her tits!"

I heard their words, the babble surrounding me, and I moaned in lewd
delight 
as they beat down on me, making me feel like an absolute animal, a
sexual 
toy for their use. I wasn't Meghan any more. I was their bitch, their
slut, and 
they could do anything they wanted to her!

The cock I was trying to suck kept jerking to and fro in my mouth.
Partly it was 
because my body was being jerked back and forth by the guy riding me,
and 
partly it was cause the guy in front was fucking his cock into my face
rather 
than just kneeling still while I sucked.

Yesterday I wouldn't have allowed that, but today, tonight, I gave
myself totally 
to them, becoming a thing, a creature of sex, a helpless fuck toy for
them to 
rape and abuse

I came again, my insides exploding, lights sparkling before my eyes,
my 
nervous system in meltdown as I bucked and jerked and shook in spastic

glee.

And in the midst of it the guy in front fucked his cock forward so
deep it slid 
right into my throat. There was a moment of surprise, then a lack of
care. My 
orgasm was still tearing my insides apart and I just didn't care what
happened.

The guy in front of me cursed, and then the rest of them joined him,
shouting 
in disbelief and excitement as they saw his balls pressing against my
chin. I 
could hardly see anything since my face was pressed into his belly,
but I noted 
the shouts in some distant corner of my mind, and purred in delight
that they 
were so excited at what I was doing.

When my mind kind of came back I realized that there was this big, 
thick...something in my throat, and a moment later that it was his
cock. My 
eyes widened in surprise, and I felt a momentary panic, but since it
was 
already deep inside me...and I was able to breath, the panic eased.

The biggest problem most girls have with deep throating is they think
they'll 
choke, and so they panic and gag. But since it had kind of happened
before I 
was even aware of it there hadn't been time to panic or worry.
Besides, I had 
done it before...with Sean...and survived it. Right?

One thing I quickly found out was that if you're relaxed enough you
can 
actually breath with a cock in your throat. And I was so relaxed that
I was able 
to draw in enough air right from the start, so had no fears on that
score.

So I could just kneel there and concentrate on the strange sensation
of having 
a cock in my throat. I had only heard of deep throating a couple of
times, and 
had dismissed it as something no normal girl could do. But here I was
doing it, 
and it was easy!

It only got a little harder when he started to move, started to ease
his cock 
back up my throat. But just about then the guy raping my asshole went
into 
overdrive, and that kind of distracted me a little.

Then he slapped my ass hard several times as he came inside me. He
pulled 
back and my ass felt cold for a moment without someone pressed against
it.


Then someone else moved into place and mounted me, this time plunging
his 
cock into my pussy. I groaned in delight around the stiff pecker in my
throat, 
pushing back against him as he dug his fingers into my flanks and
started 
fucking me good and hard.

The guy in front of me, fucked his cock back into my throat then, and
I stared 
at the glistening shaft as it slid forward and disappeared into my
lips. He 
groaned, squeezing my head, crushing my face against his belly as the
rest of 
them growled their approval.

"Suck that cock!"

"Swallow his meat, baby!"

"Lookit that cunt swallow cock!"

"Yeah, and her mouth too!"

"I gotta do that!"

One bent right over, his face right against mine to sneer at me. "You
like the 
taste of that, bitch? Huh? You like swallowing cock meat?" 

I felt my pussy burning as the cock fucking me stroked heavily across
my clit. 
It was driving deep too, with my ass up and legs apart. I grunted and
moaned, 
my mind reeling, my nervous system disintegrating under the constant 
bombardment of high pressure sexual heat.

The cock fucked his cock slowly up and down my throat, then he came, 
pouring his jis down into my belly. The instant he slipped out several
others 
fought to take his place. Then my hair was grabbed and another prick
shoved 
into my mouth, then almost at once, forced down my throat.

Another followed him, then another, as my throat began to ache.

But by then most of them had come inside me once and were more
relaxed, 
and more playful.

They pulled back, and one guy, a grinning blonde, lay down on the
grass. 
They made me crawl over him, straddling his body, then he gripped his
cock 
as I sank down atop it.
He pulled me down against his body and held me there for a minute as 
another guy pressed his cock against my bung hole and slowly forced it
into 
me to the hilt. I had two cocks in my belly now and I quivered and
groaned 
from the full, bloated feeling.

The guy behind me pulled my hair back, forcing my head way back,
making 
me cry out in pain. I pushed myself up off the other guy's chest, my
arms 
straight below me, back still arched. Then another guy moved forward
and 
gripped my hair, twisting my head to the side.

His cock pushed forward, and I was triply pierced. My head was twisted
to the 
side this time, and it was much harder and more awkward taking the
guy's 
prick down my throat. They didn't give me any option, though. 

The three of them began working their cocks in and out of me, laughing
and 
taunting each other, grunting and thrusting, their hands all over me
as they 
twisted and turned me to meet their wishes.

My insides were a fiery liquid stew as the two big stiff boners jerked
in and out 
and twisted around in my guts. They squashed and squeezed me between 
them, their hot, sweaty flesh pressing against my body as they gasped
and 
panted and cursed and growled their lust at me.

I just felt like...like I was so totally and completely USED by these
hot, horny 
guys!

I felt my mind blasted by another towering orgasm, this one even more 
shattering then the others. If it weren't for the cock down my throat
I would 
have screamed my pleasure to the world, and none of them would have
had 
any doubt about how I felt.

As it was they took my thrashing and shaking and desperate gurgling
moans 
as an attempt to break free. Hands tightened on my arms and in my
hair, and I 
felt several slaps on my ass cheeks as they cursed and ordered me to
stop.

A minute later they spewed their juices into my throat, pussy and ass.
I was 
dumped off, and for a few seconds I was left on my back in the grass, 
groaning. Then one of the others knelt between my legs and jammed his
prick 
down my wet pussy.


Another squatted in front of me and lifted my head up by grasping a
fistful of 
hair, forcing my head way back so he could push his prick into my
mouth and 
then down my throat.

I tasted something strange on the cock in my mouth, something
unfamiliar, 
and realized after a few moments that it was the pussy cream from my
own 
cunt! I moaned in lewd disbelief, then sucked harder still, thinking
of how low 
and slutty I was.

They rode me hard and fast, and all I could do was lay there and
groan. They 
guy in my pussy finished and got off, and the guy in my throat pulled
out just 
long enough to spew his juices into my face. He laughed, as did the
others 
sitting and squatting around, and smeared it all over my face with his
sodden 
cock.

He got up and I lay still, chest rising and falling quickly, cum
trickling out of my 
sore asshole and pussy.

"Oowww!" I cried as someone grasped a fistful of my hair from behind
and 
yanked up and back.

I instinctively shot my hands back, clawing at his hand and he cursed
and let 
go, dropping me back into the grass. I turned, blinking my tired eyes
up at him 
as he cursed me.

Then a couple more of them grabbed my arms and dragged me to my knees.

"Fucking bitch!" he snapped.

I moaned and tugged at my arms but they held them tightly, their
fingers 
digging into my wrists. They pulled them together behind my back. I
struggled, 
gasping and panting, whining in confusion as they produced a strip of
cloth, 
wrapped it around my wrists and bound them tightly together behind me.

One of them grabbed my hair once more, forcing me up to my feet and 
holding my head back. He marched me over next to the van, then pushed
me 
down onto my knees once again and pulled my face in against his
crotch.

As tired and sore as I was I had felt a sudden, frighteningly powerful
burst of 
excitement when I had realized my arms were being tied behind my back.


Now the sexual energy flowed through my veins, giving me new strength
as I 
slipped my mouth over his cockhead.

I felt so utterly helpless like this, and so indescribably erotic! I
pulled and 
tugged against the bonds...what felt like soft cord...binding my
wrists, not to 
escape but feel the tightness against my flesh.

He made no effort to push his cock into my throat, content to have me
bob my 
lips up and down as he slid his fingers through my hair. 

Then he sat back in the open door of the van, pulling me over so I had
to 
bend. He pulled my face off his cock then and grinned at me as he
gripped my 
tits.

His strong fingers dug into the soft, now bruised flesh, and I groaned
as he 
pinched my nipples.

Then he eased forward, spreading his legs wide, bringing his stiff
boner up 
against my breasts.

He squashed them around his prick then and began to rub and squeeze
them 
against it as he tried to pump against me. I had no idea what the fuck
he was 
doing, but could only groan and gasp and go along as he used my
breasts to 
jerk himself off with.

My breasts were super sore, and super sensitive, and my nipples were
on fire 
as he worked my meat around his. I was quickly got so hyper
aroused...this 
time...oddly, not through my groin but through my breasts, that I
could barely 
keep from coming.

Then someone took a jack handle or something, something thick and
round 
anyway, and jammed it up my ass so deep I screamed. Someone twisted my

head to the side and another cock jammed into my face as the guy said.

"Well, this'll shut the bitch up."

He pumped it in and out as they all laughed, and my body exploded in
orgasm 
as my squeals of pleasure became muffled whines.

That took the last of my energy, and I knelt there almost
semi-conscious now 
as he finished, pulled out, and sprayed his load into my face. 

The guy fucking my tits took a little longer, then he came too, with
long, stringy 
wads of white jism spurting against my tits and chest.

That was when they pulled me back from the van and made me kneel in
the 
middle of them all as they held their cocks. I knelt there weakly,
head down, 
swaying as they all jerked off, or tried to. Not all could get it up
since most had 
fucked me twice now.

But they were young, and I was a sight to behold, no doubt the hottest
thing 
they'd ever seen or even imagined.

They all tried to time it. I could hear them shouting to one another,
some 
slowing down or stopping so as not to come too fast, then they all
moved in as 
close as they could...the ones that were ready, and jism started
flying.

It spurted against my hair and face. It splashed on my back and
breasts and 
thighs. It dribbled down my belly and between my legs and over my
buttocks 
as they all laughed and jeered and squeezed every drop of white juice
out 
their cocks.

I fell back on my ass, groaning weakly as they all got their clothes
together, 
got dressed, then piled back into the van. There was some discussion
about 
what to do with me...which I didn't pay much attention to. I think
some wanted 
to just leave me there like that, while others wanted to take me home.

Anyway, a couple of them got out, finally, and one grabbed a long thin
stick 
and smacked my ass, ordering me to get into the van.

I climbed to my feet and staggered over to the van, then practically
fell inside. 
They made me lay in a corner by myself as the van pulled out and
headed 
back into town.

I think I fell asleep on the way back. Then the van was stopped and
the side 
door was opened. Someone pushed his foot against my stomach, rolling
me 
over, then put it against my back, shoving me towards the door.

He leaned over and cut the cord from my wrists, then literally shoved
me out 
the door. I heard laughter, then my clothes were tossed after me, the
door 
closed, and the van tires squealed as it drove out of sight. 


JEAN'S JOURNEY

Part 1

As I stand here gazing at my nude reflection in the mirror, it doesn't
seem 
possible that the body I see has been so ravished and so damaged. Nor
does 
it appear to be carrying the most catastrophic of all my problems. But
it is and 
that has led me to what I must now do.

I gaze over to my bed and I see my wedding gown, still as pretty and
white as 
it was five years ago tomorrow. Has it really been five years since I
became 
Mrs. William Bredlove II? The small, southern town daughter of the
local 
minister marrying the local high school sports hero and the son of the
town's 
leading family was so much like a fairy tale. The Depends, plastic
bag, 
shackles, and other items lying next to the wedding dress, bring me
back to 
reality and the fact that I have turned that fairy tale into a horror
story. They 
stand as a silent reminder to what I must do.

Once again I check the clock. I realize that I have only a few hours
remaining 
and I must finish this letter. It is important that everyone
understand what has 
happened and that Bill not be blamed for all of my mistakes. He has no
idea 
what has happened to me over the past nine months. It all began when
Bill's 
family lost everything as a result of a product liability suit. Bill
was devastated 
and nearly had a complete breakdown.

I work in the purchasing department for a defense contractor in
Huntsville. 
Several of the vendors had invited me to lunch or offered me various 
inducements to sway my decision in their favor. But I always resisted,
not only 
because I felt it to be wrong, but it was very much against company
rules and I 
knew that my senior manager, Mr. Washington, would fire me if I ever
did 
anything against the rules. Two of the men that I worked with lost
their jobs 
when Mr. Washington discovered they were using a condo in Gulf Shores 
owned by one of our vendors. As bad as I felt about them losing their
jobs, I 
did benefit as I became the lead buyer when they left.

When Bill's family lost everything, Bill lost his job. We were soon
finding it 
difficult to make ends meet. I was nearly at wits end one day trying
to figure 
out how to pay the electric bill when I realized I could "borrow" some
of the 
petty cash. I did and I was intending to repay it when Bill's car
broke down and 
I "borrowed" some more. 

Soon I was in so deep I couldn't see anyway out when George, one of
our 
vendors, asked if I would like to have dinner with him. I felt I had
nothing to 
lose so I agreed. 

We had a nice dinner and George was a very easy person to talk to. I
soon 
found myself telling him about the problems Bill and I were having and
how 
hard it was to make ends meet on one salary. Well one thing led to
another 
and George suggested that I get off my high horse and accept a
commission 
on my buys like all my counterparts in the other companies did. I was
shocked 
that anyone would do such a thing but George assured me that I was the
only 
buyer he dealt with that didn't accept commissions. I told him I would
never do 
anything like that and we dropped the subject.

About two weeks later I found out that the annual audit for petty cash
was 
scheduled for the following week. I knew I could never repay what I
owed in 
time. So I called George and asked him if I could meet him after work.
He 
agreed and when I met him I asked him if I could borrow a thousand
dollars. 
He said sure, but why not just take a commission on my last order. The

commission would be $1175.00 and I wouldn't have to repay it. Besides,
since 
I had already placed the order, the commission wasn't a factor in my
decision 
to select his firm. Well, to make a long story short, he convinced me.
And that 
is how I started "taking commissions".

About six months after I took my first commission, Bill got a good job
with a 
company in Nashville. I knew that I would be able to stop taking
commissions 
soon. But it was not soon enough. One Friday my manager, Mrs. Golden,
told 
me that Mr. Washington wanted to see me in his office. Mr. Washington 
always intimidated me. Maybe because he was not only a very large man,
well 
over six feet tall, but he was also black. In the little town I was
raised, blacks 
and whites still regarded each other with suspicion. 

"Come in and sit down. I have a video I would like you to watch." Mr.

Washington said as I approached his desk. I sat down, puzzled about
his 
reason for wanting me to view a video. He reached over, turned on  the
TV 
and started the video. When the first images appeared on the  screen,
I felt 
the panic beginning to well up inside me. There on the  screen was
George 
and I at the diner where we had met just two nights before. I heard
George 
telling me that my commission for that week was $400 and that I had
made 
over $5500 in just the past few months. Then I watched in horror as
George 
counted out the four one hundred dollar bills and I picked them up and
put 
them in my purse.
"I think we have seen all of that we need to." as he turned off the
VCR. "I am 
not going to ask you what you were doing, but I am going to give you a
choice. 
You can do exactly what I ask you to do or I will turn this video over
to our 
legal department. And, I am sure they would like to ask you about your
"loans" 
from petty cash".

I just sat there in shock. Not only was I caught taking commissions,
Mr. 
Washington knew about my petty cash violations. I didn't know what to
say. I 
just mumbled, "I guess this means I , uh, am, you know, lost my job?"

"That depends on you. I want you to go home and think about this. I
will keep 
this just between us if you agree to do everything I ask you to do for
the next 
month. If you agree, then no one will ever need to know about this.
But if you 
choose to not obey me, then you will suffer the consequences of your
actions. 
And, so there is no misunderstanding, I expect you to become my sex
slave 
for the next month. That is all Jill. You may go home now."

I could barely stand my knees were shaking so bad. I managed to
stumble out 
of the office and get to my desk. I picked up my things and headed for
home. I 
almost wrecked the car several times on my way home as my mind tried
to 
sort through what faced me. I get home and somehow made it through the

weekend. By Monday morning I knew that I would have to become Mr. 
Washington's sex slave. It was only for a month and no one would ever
know. 
If I didn't, the scandal caused by my prosecution would surely destroy
my dad 
and Bill. 

I sat at my desk all day Monday, so nervous I couldn't think.
Everytime my 
phone rang, I jumped, thinking it would be Mr. Washington. Finally, at
3PM he 
did call and asked me to come into his office.

"Well I assume by now you have made a decision", he said as I walked 
through the door.

I couldn't speak and I just nodded my head. 

"Well, what did you decide?", he asked.

"I, uh, yes, I will do it", I sort of mumbled, my eyes cast down at
the floor.

"Speak up and look at me when you talk to me. What are you going to
do?"

I managed to look at him and say, "I will do what you want me to do".
 "And exactly what is it I want you do be?"

"Your sex salve", I muttered, my face becoming crimson.

"You understand that if you disobey me in anyway, at anytime, I will
have you 
prosecuted for accepting bribes and petty cash theft?", he asked, a
ring of 
triumph in his voice.

Again I just nodded and uttered a weak, "Yes".

"Ok, we understand each other. Now lock the door and take off your
clothes", 
he said as he got out of his chair and came around and leaned on the
front of 
his desk.

I knew there was no backing out now. I stumbled over to the door and
pressed 
the lock button. I turned and faced Mr. Washington. He had a nasty
leer on his 
face. "Hurry up bitch, get out of those clothes". His words hit me
with the 
impact of a bullet. I began to unbutton my blouse. As I opened the
last button, 
I almost decided it wasn't worth it and started to rebutting it. 

"Remember, if you change your mind, your picture is going to be in all
the 
papers and your good family name will be ruined", he said as if he
were 
reading my mind.

I began to sob as I took off my blouse and removed my skirt and slip.
I stood 
before him for a minute in my panties, panty hose, and bra and then in
a final 
act of submission, reached behind me, unclasped my bra and let it
slide down 
my arms. My shame was complete a few minutes later when I slide my 
panties and pantyhose off my legs and stood before Mr. Washington, my
right 
arm across my breasts and my left hand covering my mound.

"Get you hands clasped behind your neck and stand with your legs
apart" he 
said as he approached me. 

Crying, I did as he asked and watched with horror as he reached out
and 
cupped my breasts in his hand. Suddenly he grasped each nipple between
his 
thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted them until the pain was 
electrifying. "Shut the fuck up slut. I'll tear these nipples right
off your tits if you 
keep sobbing". With that he reached down and cupped my sex. 

He ran his finger up and down a few times and then jabbed a finger
into me. I 
was very dry and the pain was immediate. "We will get this cunt of
yours wet 
and loose by the time I am finished with you. Now get down on your
knees".

I got down on my knees and Mr. Washington reached down and opened his 
fly. I nearly became sick as I realized what he was doing. Then, right
in front of 
my mouth was his cock. The only cock I had ever seen was Bill's. Mr. 
Washington's was immense compared to Bill's. "OK bitch, I am going to
show 
you what a real man's cock is like. Open your mouth and suck it. And I
had 
better not feel any teeth", he growled.

Slowly, I reached out and took his cock in my hands and began to lick
the end 
of it. It was getting bigger and harder as I continued to lick and
stroke it. 
Suddenly he reached around and grabbed the back of my head and thrust
his 
cock into my mouth. I thought my jaw would break and I gagged
continually as 
his massive erection pushed against the back of my throat. Then, as I
gagged 
just as he trust, I felt his cock slide down my throat. I couldn't
breathe and 
began to fight and pound on him with my fists.

"Bitch, just breathe through your nose. I am going to fuck your
mouth".

Somehow I managed to began breathing through my nose as he began to 
pump in an out of my mouth and throat. He would pull out until the
massive 
head was just about out of my throat and then push the entire thing
down my 
throat again. My mouth was aching from being stretched and drool was 
running out and down my chin onto my breasts. Then I felt him push
even 
harder and hold my head even tighter to him, my chin resting against
his 
massive ball sac. I felt his cock flex and then I felt a hot liquid
spewing into my 
throat as spurt after spurt washed down my throat.

Somehow I managed to get free and pull back. I knew I was going to be
sick 
and vomited all over the floor. Mr. Washington was furious. "You
fucking cunt! 
Get that mess cleaned up!"

I managed to get my clothes back on and went to the janitors closet
and got a 
bucket and mop and returned to the office and cleaned it up. After I
finished 
Mr. Washington said, "Ok bitch, you can go now, but we are just
starting. 
When you come to work from now on, you will not wear any underwear. No

bra. No panties. No anything. And you will keep that cunt of yours
completely 
shaved. Is that clear?"

Still in shock and disgust, I just nodded and left. Later, at home, I
got sick to 
my stomach again as I thought about what had happened. But later, as I
sat 
on the edge of the bathtub shaving my sex, I knew I had crossed a
river of no 
return. I was terrified at what tomorrow would bring. Also, what was I
going to 
tell Bill when he saw my shaved sex? I fell asleep in a troubled and
worried 
state.



Part 2

The next morning I dressed as instructed. I chose a long denim skirt
and a 
matching denim blouse. Even though both articles were opaque, I felt
naked 
and vulnerable as I walked to my car. My breasts, 36C, while not
sagging, 
require a bra for support. I could feel their bounce with each step I
took, and 
my nipples rubbing against the denim fabric caused them to quickly
become 
erect. And the cool air, rustling up my skirt was very noticeable on
my now 
bare sex. And I began to notice a bit of arousal mixed with my fear
which only 
increased my shame. Was I already becoming the slut that Mr.
Washington 
called me?

The morning passed uneventful with only an occasional stare from one
of my 
co-workers who noticed my unfettered breasts. Just as I was leaving
for lunch 
my phone rang. It was Mr. Washington. He told me to come to his
office. 
When I got to his office he just glanced at me before telling me
"Unbutton your 
blouse and pull up your skirt." I did as requested and he smiled and
said "I am 
happy to see you have followed instructions. For that you deserve a
reward. 
Sit down in that chair", he said, motioning to an arm chair that sat
facing his 
desk.

Again I followed his orders and after I was seated he said, "I am
going to let 
you masturbate for me".

I didn't believe what I had just heard. No one, not even Bill, had
ever seen me 
masturbate. I started to protest but was quickly cut off by Mr.
Washington who 
said "Or would you rather I fuck you in the ass. Now open that blouse
and put 
one leg over each arm of the chair and pull that skirt up so I can see
that 
pretty cunt of yours. You have 10 minutes to make yourself come or I
will put 
my cock in your ass."


I knew he was serious so I splayed myself in the chair, my sex wide
open. I 
began to finger myself but I could tell I was not going to be able to
comply with 
his command. No matter how I tried, I could not get my body to
respond. 

Just then I heard the door open. I jumped up and began to cover myself
when 
Mr. Washington glared at me and said "Who told you to stop? Get back
in that 
chair and continue. You have 3 minutes to meet your deadline."

I slumped back in the chair and once again spread my legs, opening my
sex 
for all to see. I still had no idea who, if anyone, had come in the
office. Then I 
heard a female voice behind me say, "So this is the little slut, eh?"

"Yes, and she can't seem to make herself come. Do you suppose you
could 
help her?"

Oh god, not another person. And then I saw her. It was Gina, the
manager of 
the company pharmacy. She was a heavy set black woman of about 40 with
a 
reputation for being gay. She came around in front of me and I froze.
Again 
Mr. Washington reprimanded me and told me to continue. I again began 
stroking myself, my entire body red with shame and embarrassment. But 
strangely, I felt myself becoming aroused.

Gina knelt down in front of me, and after pushing my hand away, began 
sucking and licking me. As much as I was repulsed, I was also getting
very 
aroused. As her tongue probed she reached under me and began inserting
a 
finger into my rectum. As much as I tried to fight it, I could feel I
was losing the 
battle. Then as she put her mouth over my entire sex and licked my sex
from 
top to bottom, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her tight to
me and 
came in an explosive mixture of fear, shame, and excitement.

"Whoa girl, your a wild one!" Gina exclaimed as she pulled away from
me, her 
face covered with the evidence of my orgasm. She stood up and began to

remove her slacks. She pulled them and her panties down and I was
looking 
at her sex, the lips large and puffy, nearly hidden in a dense growth
of black, 
curly hair. "Now it's your turn to do me" and she pushed her sex
towards my 
face.

I pulled back away from her and turned my head when I heard Mr. 
Washington say "I guess she would rather have my black meat in her
ass."


Gina began to back away and I saw Mr. Washington stand, his cock, hard
and 
dripping, in his hand. I quickly made up my mind and reached out and
pulled 
Gina to me. I took a deep breath and buried my face between her legs.
I felt 
her hands on the back of my head and she pushed and pulled me, moving
my 
head and tongue in ways that seemed to please her. 

She had a musky smell and tasted salty. I wondered if I tasted that
way. Then 
I felt a pair of hands on my breasts, twisting and pulling on my
nipples. And 
again, I found myself becoming aroused by this strange turn of events.
I could 
feel Gina's hips bucking and her hands pulling my head ever tighter to
her. 
Then I felt her knees stiffen and she let out a long, low moan.

As she pulled away, my hand found my own clit and I began to stroke
it, 
hoping to come. Gina noticed what I was doing and said, "Well look at
the 
little cunt. She is still playing with herself. I think she wants to
be fucked."

Mr. Washington stopped playing with my tits and walked around in front
of 
me, his big black cocking bobbing up and down. I couldn't take my eyes
off of 
it and I felt myself wanting to be fucked. I tried to fight back the
thoughts but 
Mr. Washington just reached down, grabbed my chin and lifted my face
so I 
was looking right at his cock. He began rubbing it over my lips and I
began 
trying to get it in my mouth. "My, my aren't we a hot little slut
today. Do you 
want this black cock in your bare, little white pussy?"

To my shame I found my head nodding yes. "Tell me what you want slut",
he 
said.

"I want you to do it", I replied.

"What do you want me to do. Do you want my black cock in your little
white 
cunt? Tell me what you want."

To my everlasting shame I heard myself saying, "Oh yes, I want your
black 
cock. Fuck me with your black cock". He just stepped back, sort of
smiled and 
told me to standup, turn around and bend over the arm of the chair.
"Oh no, 
not in my ass", I pleaded.

"Don't worry slut, this time I am going to fill that little cunt of
yours".



I bent over the chair and I felt him behind me. I felt his fingers
probe my sex 
and then I felt the hot, blunt end of his cock push against my sex. He
slide the 
head in rather easily and I felt stretched and then he grasped my hips
and 
flexed his hips, driving his cock halfway into me. I screamed in both
agony 
and ecstasy. I was stretched to the point I felt I would tear but his
cock was 
rubbing on my clit. It hurt so very good. He pulled back a bit and
thrust forward 
again, and then again, until I felt his coarse pubic hair tight
against my ass. He 
began to fuck me with long slow strokes. 
I found myself pushing back hard against his strokes, matching him,
tempo 
and speed. My entire insides were boiling. I came time and time again
and 
when finally I felt him stiffen felt his hot come spurting deep
inside, I came so 
hard I nearly passed out.

"Well slut, now you know what it feels like to be really fucked. And
you 
enjoyed it which proves what a tramp you really are."

His words hurt but they were beginning to ring true. How could my body
betray 
me in this way. As I stood there, hot cum running down my thighs, I
felt like a 
slut. I had actually enjoyed, no loved, being fucked by this black man
with his 
huge cock. Just thinking about it now was causing little flutters to
wave 
through my stomach.

"Get dressed and get back to work. Tomorrow and from then on, I don't
ever 
want to see you wearing a skirt any longer then mid-thigh. In
addition, I expect 
to see you wearing something tight so your tits show and your heels
had 
better be at least three inches high. Your a slut and I want everyone
to know 
your a slut. If the people in this building see that shaved slut cunt,
so much the 
better. When they see cum streaming down your thighs and smell your
randy, 
after sex odor, you can bet they will want their turn with the company
slut. Now 
get out of here!"

I pulled on my skirt and blouse and nearly ran out of the office. I
could feel the 
sticky cum residue on my legs as I ran to rest room to clean myself
and regain 
my composure. After I straightened myself as best I could, I returned
to my 
desk. I had a hard time concentrating on my work and was glad when the
day 
ended and I was able to return home. 

As soon as I got home I rushed into the bathroom and showered and
douched 
twice. I knew Bill would want to have sex when he got home and I
didn't want 
any trace of another man's cum in me. 

It was going to be hard enough to explain my shaved sex. I had barely
gotten 
into the kitchen to start supper when Bill drove into the driveway.

Part 3


Bill and I had a nice supper and while we were watching TV he slipped
his 
arm around me and began kissing me as he rubbed my breasts. "Umm, not 
wearing a bra. You must have known I was horny", he said as he slipped
his 
hand under my Tee shirt and began to tweak my nipple.
I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants and, to my
chagrin, the 
first thought that came to my mind was how small his cock was compared
to 
Mr. Washington's! I quickly pushed that thought out of my head and
opened 
his fly and stroked his already turgid cock.

"Oh baby, that feels so good. I have been hard as a rock for two days
wanting 
you.", he mummered as he pulled me up from the couch and led me to the

bedroom. He began to pull off his clothes and I knew the moment of
truth had 
arrived. I pulled my tee over my head and then skinned my shorts and
panties 
down and kicked them to the side. It was a classic double take. Bill
glanced 
over at me then back toward the bed then his head spun around and his
eyes 
nearly popped out of his head. 

"My god! What did,,,is going,,I mean, you know, you don't have any
hair 
there", he exclaimed, pointing to my crotch.

"I had to shave myself. I had a skin infection of some sort and the
doctor said I 
will have to keep myself shaved for awhile."

"Oh baby, I think it looks sexy as hell. Get your ass over here now!"

I went over to the bed and Bill took his time and all and then we
fucked. It was 
good but I was not able to come. After the way my sex had been
stretched I 
could barely feel Bill's cock in me. Bill muttered something about
what was 
wrong and I told him not to worry (I was doing enough of that for both
of us) 
that I was just tired.

The next morning I dressed like normal for work and then when Bill
left, I 
quickly stripped and put on a tight white sweater and green mini
skirt. I had 
found a pair of black heels that I had worn to a costume party. 

They had nearly 4-inch heels. I could barely walk in them and the
tight skirt 
just added to my little, whore-like small steps. I looked at myself in
the mirror 
and when I saw how much like a slut I looked, I went to the phone to
call Mr. 
Washington and tell him to go ahead and prosecute me. I dialed his
number 
and when he answered, I knew I couldn't face it and I hung up. I got
in my car 
and headed for my first day as the company slut.

There was a note on my desk to report to the pharmacy when I got to
work. 
Gina had me come into her office and then told me she was going to
swab my 
cunt to check for disease. She had me sort of lay back on her desk and
she 
took a cotton swab and pushed it into me and twirled it around a bit
and then 
removed. She put it into a long test tube and told me I could go.

The remainder of the week was pure hell. I could see the looks from my
co-
workers and hear them whispering behind my back. I knew that I did
indeed 
look like a slut and after being fucked, smelled like one. The rest
room was 
one floor down and across the building from Mr. Washington's office.
This 
meant I had to take a flight of stairs ( I would never let myself be
in the 
elevator smelling of cum) and then walk across a floor full of cubes
with cum 
running down my thighs and my own smell intermingled. 

Mr. Washington had me come to his office two more times during the
week. 
He fucked me both times and as hard as I tried, I found my body
betraying me 
as my orgasms became ever more intense and frequent as his cock seemed

to find all the right places in me. By weeks end I was almost wishing
he would 
call me to his office on Friday but he did not. I almost dreaded
spending the 
weekend at home. Not only would I be with Bill but I would not be able
to be 
fucked by Mr. Washington until at least Monday.

I was two hours late for work on Monday since I had to take Bill to
the airport 
in Nashville. When I arrived I was greeted by cat-calls and jeers. I
could not 
imagine what was going on. When I got to my desk I found my manager 
waiting for me. "I want you in my office immediately", she said and we
both 
marched into her office. After I had entered she closed the door and
went to 
her desk and sat down. She motioned me to sit.

"I have a letter here from Mr. Washington", she began as a lump rose
in my 
throat. "He is promoting you to audit supervisor, effective
immediately"

"But, I thought Glen Thacker was the audit supervisor", I muttered,
both 
relieved and shocked.
"Glen has been demoted and transferred to accounts receivable".

"I can't believe that. Glen was one of the best people we have and one
of the 
most liked people in the department! What happened?", I asked in
shocked 
disbelief.

"You know damm well what happened! You have become Mr. Washington's, 
pardon the expression, little whore! I normally am happy when one of
my 
people get a promotion. But when they get that promotion on their
back, it just 
makes me sick. Now get out of here and get your desk cleared out and
your 
things moved to your new office."

As I walked back to my desk I could see my co-workers looking at me
with 
disgust and hate. I knew that Mr. Washington had done this just to
further 
destroy me. It had nothing to do with my abilities as I found out when
HR 
called me to sign the paperwork for my new position. I was actually
receiving 
a $2500 per year cut in salary!

After I got my things moved into my new office I received a call from
Mr. 
Washington. He wanted me to come to his office immediately. With both 
dread and anticipation I went, thinking I was going to get fucked
again. 
However, when I got there, Mr. Washington asked me to come over and
look 
at his new desk. 

When I walked over to his desk, I noticed there was a computer monitor
built 
into the top of the desk. As I looked at the monitor, Mr. Washington
pressed a 
button on the desk and the spreadsheet was replaced by what looked
like a 
view of an office. Then as Mr. Washington pushed some other buttons,
the 
view changed as the camera zoomed in and out and moved up, down,
right, 
and left. I suddenly realized that I was looking at my new office.

"Yes my little slut, that is your office. Not only can I see
everything in your 
office, by using this headset, I can hear everything that is said. I
think you will 
soon find out why I had this installed over the weekend. Now get back
to your 
office and get to work."

I almost asked him why he did not want to fuck me but I thought
perhaps he 
was no longer going to use me. Maybe he had arranged all this so he
could 
reduce my pay and watch me so I didn't take anymore commissions. I
might 
even be able to dress normally again. I would ask him soon. 

I returned to my office and looked around. Try as I might, I could not
see the 
camera. It wasn't long before I forgot all about the camera as I began
to try 
and get into my new job. My new team was openly hostile and it was
apparent 
that they blamed me for the departure of Glen. I knew that I would
have a hard 
time winning them over. But now that Mr. Washington was no longer
going to 
use me as a slut, I felt I had a chance. I worked until about 9PM and
then 
went home, exhausted, but feeling somewhat relieved that my ordeal was

soon to be over. And with Bill's new job, the pay cut would not hurt
too bad.

The next morning I almost decided to dress in a normal fashion but I
thought I 
had better check with Mr. Washington first. So I donned my usual,
slut-style 
outfit and headed for work. 

I purposely got there an hour early so I could get to my office before
most 
people arrived. That was one good thing about my new job. I had an
office so I 
didn't have to parade in front of my co-workers all day long. 

At ten my relief came crashing back to reality. Mr. Washington's voice

suddenly jarred me out of my concentration on work. "Good morning
slut. I 
hope you didn't think I have forgotten about you. My big, black cock
is getting 
hard just thinking about your white-slut cunt. I'll bet you have
missed being 
fucked by a real man", the voice taunted.

And again my body betrayed me as I felt myself becoming a little
aroused at 
his voice and what he was saying. Yes, I thought, I do miss being
fucked but I 
will never let him know that. He continued, "Look in the bottom right
drawer of 
your desk."

I opened the drawer and there was a large, black dildo and a video
tape in the 
drawer.

"Place the tape in your VCR and play it. While your watching the video
I want 
you to fuck yourself with that dildo. I want you wet and hot when I
fuck you this 
morning. And don't forget, I'll be watching."

I just sat there for a few minutes, my mind reeling, wondering if this
were all a 
bad dream. Then I got up and went to my door to lock it only to
discover there 
was not a lock on the door.



"Ah, I see you have discovered your door does not lock. I think you
will find 
the thought of one of your co-workers walking in at any minute will
add to your 
excitement", the disembodied voice of Mr. Washington echoed through my

office. "And I think you should take your skirt off so you don't stain
it."

Beaten, I returned to my desk, removed my skirt, and sat down in my
chair. I 
pressed the play function on the remote and suddenly the screen sprang
to 
life with an image of me, bent over Mr. Washington's chair, as his
cock sliced 
in and out of my cunt. I was moaning and begging him to fuck me
harder. I 
noticed that the camera angle was such that anyone watching could only
see I 
was being fucked by a black man but they could not identify the man.

As I watched, I realized I was aroused. I picked up the dildo and
began to rub 
it against my clit,  sliding it up and down my slit. As my arousal
built, I slid to 
the edge of my chair, and spread my legs wide and pushed the dildo
into my 
cunt. 
Soon I was matching the rhythm of the cock on the video, slamming it
home 
and then pulling it out. I was nearly reaching orgasm when a knock on
my 
door caused me to freeze in terror. I managed to push the off button
on the 
remote and slide my legs under the desk, the dildo still buried in my
cunt. I 
grabbed my skirt, threw it across my lap, and mumbled "Come in".

The door opened and Mary, from the audit center came in to give me a
report. 
"Are you all right?", she asked as she placed the folder on my desk.

"Yes, just a little sinus infection I guess", I replied.

She sort of shrugged and wrinkled her nose and turned to leave. As she
left 
the office I realized that the smell of my arousal must be permeating
the 
office. I pulled the dildo from my cunt and put it in the draw and was
about to 
wipe my self with some Kleenex when Mr. Washington's voice intruded
once 
again. "Whoa there, I want that white cunt wet and randy. Get your ass
up 
here now so I can finish what you started."

I pulled on my skirt and headed for his office. Again I noticed the
stares of my 
co-workers as my tits bounced in my sweater as I minced along in my
high 
heels. Mr. Washington's secretary gave me a very knowing look as she
told 
me to go right in that he was expecting me. I enter his office only to
find him 
on the phone. He motioned to sit down while he finished his call. 

After he hung up, he said, "Get out of those clothes slut and come
over here".
After I had removed my clothes I walked around to the back of his
desk. As I 
approached I could see he was not wearing anything below the waist.
His 
black cock was pointing nearly straight up and I could see some
pre-cum 
glistening on the tip.

"Come over here bitch. I want you to straddle me and put this man's
cock in 
your cunt", he said as he waved his massive cock at me. 

I approached him, put my right leg over his left and reached down
between us 
and grabbed his cock. I slowly lowered myself until I felt the massive
head 
pushing my lips apart then I settled down, letting all of his cock
bury itself into 
me. As the head pushed against my cervix I shuttered involuntarily.
Then I 
began to raise up until I felt the crown of his cock slip past my lips
then 
lowered myself again. 

As much as I hated what I was doing, my body craved the feeling as his
cock 
plunged and stretched me to pleasure I had never before experienced.
My 
motions continued to increase in tempo until I was bouncing up and
down, 
moaning and biting my lip to keep from crying out. Then I felt him
stiffen and 
wave after of wave of hot liquid splashed against my womb. The feeling
of his 
cum, boiling inside me, caused me to lose all control and I came
violently, 
time and time again.

After he came, he nearly pushed me off his lap, as he stood up and
grabbed a 
towel and began to wipe himself off. When he finished and put the
towel 
down, I reached for it to clean myself.

"What the fuck do you think your doing slut?", he roared as he grabbed
the 
towel from me. "Sluts don't wipe their cum from their cunts. they us
their 
fingers to clean their cunts and then lick it off, just like a bitch
dog in heat. Put 
your fingers into your cunt and scoop out my cum and let me see you
eat it."

I reached down between my legs, put two fingers inside me as far as
possible, 
and then pulled them out, sticky and covered with our mixed cum.
Slowly I 
brought them to my mouth and began to clean them.

"That is how a slut keeps herself clean", he said as he pulled on his
pants.

"From now on you will not let your husband fuck you. I don't want his
white ass 
cock in any cunt I am fucking. Do you understand?"

"But, what am I going to tell my husband?", I stammered, the words 
squeaking from my throat at the thought of telling Bill we couldn't
have sex 
anymore.

"You dumb cunt. Why the fuck do I care what you tell your white-ass 
husband? You remember that Gina swabbed your cunt? Well that was to
get 
a sample of your husbands cum. I will have Gina checking your cunt
every 
morning or so and if I ever find any cum from that sick ass white
husband of 
yours, I will make you wish you were dead. Now get the fuck out of
here."

I dressed and nearly ran out of his office. The tears were streaming
down my 
face as I made my way back to my office. I knew I was a sight, my hair

messed, my clothes not straight, and I could feel cum running down my 
thighs. I could only hope that I could get to my office before the cum
got below 
my skirt hem. From licking my fingers I knew also that I smelled of
sex. I 
reached my office, went in, closed the door and collapsed in my chair.


Part 4

The next two days were uneventful. But then I knew Bill would be home
and 
he would want to have sex. And I still did not know what to tell him.
Finally, 
when the moment of truth came, I told him the doctor said I had a real
bad 
yeast infection and we would not be able to have sex for awhile but
that I 
could still suck him off or if he wanted, he could fuck me in the ass.
That sort 
of blew his mind as we had never tried anal but I told him the doctor 
suggested it. So that night my virgin ass lost its cherry. It wasn't
as bad a I 
thought it would be but I certainly did not enjoy it. Thank god Bill
has a small 
cock!

The entire next week at work was uneventful except that Mr. Washington
had 
me report to the company pharmacy on Tuesday and Thursday morning to 
have my cunt swabbed to check for semen. By Friday I was becoming very

horny. I never thought I would be wishing Mr. Washington would fuck me
but I 
found myself hoping to hear him tell me to come to his office. Then,
just as I 
was leaving the office on Friday my phone rang. It was Mr. Washington.
He 
told me to meet him at Bubba's, a mostly black bar on the edge of
town.

As I drove into the parking lot at Bubba's I realized that I was still
wearing my 
slut clothes. I wished that I had stopped and purchased something but
it was 
too late. 
I went in and for awhile I couldn't see anything. It had been very
bright outside 
and it was dark in the bar. Suddenly I felt a strong hand on my arm
and heard 
Mr. Washington say, "It's about time you got here slut. Let's go over
to that 
booth and sit down."

He sort of steered me across the room and we sat down in a booth
across 
from the bar. A waitress in a skimpy outfit came over and said, "Hi
there 
Hank. Who is the honkey bitch?".

"She is my own little white slut. She just loves black cock, don't you
slut?"

I was shocked yet again. But both the waitress and "Hank" were looking
at me 
as I choked and sort of nodded. 

"We can't hear you bitch. Tell Irene what you like."

"I,...like it", I stammered.

"What you talkin bout mama. What you like?" asked Irene, the smile on
her 
face evidence she was taking great delight in my discomfort.

"I ...like...coc...black cock", I managed to stammer.
"I'll take the usual and my bitch will have a double Rumplemint with a
beer 
chaser. She's going to need it when she does the back room."

"Oh Lordy, that's for sure. She don't look like she can handle the
engine much 
less the train", said Irene as she headed off for the bar.

"What was she talking about. What train?", I asked.

"I told you cunt, you don't ask me questions. You will find out soon
enough. 
For now just sit there and think how good that black cock is going to
feel in 
that slut cunt of yours."

Irene came back with the drinks and put a mug of beer in front of Hank
and a 
glass of clear liquid in front of me in addition to a mug of beer. I
am not much 
of drinker so I just sort of sipped at the beer and ignored the white
stuff.

"Bitch, when I buy you a drink, I expect you to drink it", Hank
growled at me. 
He reach over and picked up the glass with the white liquid, handed it
to me 
and said "drink it all, bitch, now!"
I put the glass to my lips and started to sip it but Hank reached over
and 
pushed the bottom of the glass up so that the entire contents went
into my 
mouth. I choked, swallowed and felt as if my throat and insides were
on fire. I 
choked again and grabbed the beer to wash the taste out of my mouth. 
Tears were streaming down my face as I heard Hank order me another
one. 
This one came and I went through the same procedure. That was followed
by 
yet another. 

My head was starting to spin violently and I couldn't get my eyes to
focus. I 
was aware of Hank's hand under my skirt, playing with my cunt. I
didn't care 
that I was in a public place, I didn't even know where I was. All I
could think 
about was the increasing heat in my cunt and I knew I wanted to be
fucked. I 
began pushing my hand down on top of Hank's hand, increasing the
pressure 
on my cunt. 

"What do you want bitch? You want some black cock in that hot little
cunt?", 
tormented Hank as he squeezed my breast with his other hand.

"Yes", I replied.

"Yes what bitch?", he sneered.

"I...want..you know, black cock", I whispered in his ear.
"Hey guys, this here slut wants some black cock. I guess I'll take her
in the 
back room and give her some.", Hank announced to the entire place as
he got 
up and half pulled me and half carried through the crowd to a small
room in 
the back of the bar. There was a pool table and not much else in the
room 
which was lighted by a single light bulb hanging over the pool table.
Hank 
nearly ripped off my blouse and then pulled my skirt down until it
fell around 
my ankles. I must have been a sight. A little white girl, standing
nude in an all 
black bar, my cunt lips puffy with need, and my eyes glazed.

Hank pushed me over to the pool table and spun me around and pushed me

in the back so that I was bent over, my upper torso resting on the
table. The 
coarse and torn felt was like sandpaper against my erect and sensitive

nipples. I felt him push my legs wide apart with his knees and then
what I 
wanted as my cunt was suddenly filled with hot cock that began to pump
in an 
out. I came almost immediately and started to build to another as I
heard 
Hank say, "Yeah slut, this is what you like isn't it?"


"Oh yes, for god's sake, yes. Please fuck me, please", my mind a
swirling 
montage of sex and images of black cocks swimming in front of me. It
wasn't 
long before I felt hot cum boil inside me as the cock in my cunt
twitched and 
twitched as it was pushed hard against my womb. 

Then it seemed like no time at all and the cock was back, hard again,
and 
again pumping into my cunt. I came again and again as the cock seemed
to 
spurt, fuck, spurt, fuck until I literally passed out. 

I woke up, cold and shivering on the pool table. I felt something cold
damp 
under my ass and reached down to discover I was lying in a pool of
cum. 
Further exploration found that cum was running out of my cunt onto the
table. 
My head felt like there were jackhammers inside. I got off the table,
was 
immediately hit by a dizzy spell and had to grab the edge of the table
to steady 
myself. Finally the room stopped spinning quite so fast and I was able
to 
locate my clothes in a chair in the corner. I managed to get them on
and 
stagger out into the bar. With the exception of the waitress I had
seen earlier, 
the place was empty.

"Lordy my gal, you are alive! I was about to call 911."

"What time is it", I mumbled.

"It's nearly 2AM girl. You went out like a light while you were
pulling that train; 
not that stopped some of those guys who were determined to get their
ride. 
They just rolled you on to the table and kept going."
"What train? What are you talking about?"

"Gal you wanted some black cock and you sure got it1"

"Oh yeah, I remember. Hank and I went back there and I remember us
doing 
it but that still doesn't mean anything to me about a train. Is that
how you 
people, I mean you blacks, refer to having sex?"

"Good lord gal, you don't remember do you? Near as I could tell,
nearly twenty 
of the guys in here did you and some of them did you twice."

A sudden wave of nausea washed over me as what she said sunk in. "You 
mean, your saying, that all those men, they , they all.."

"Yes gal, they all laid pipe in you. Isn't that why you were here?"
"Oh god, oh no", I stammered as I ran to the door. I made the parking
lot just 
in time to throw up but it was just dry heaves. I leaned on my car and
shook 
uncontrollably as I realized what I had done. Gradually the heaving
and 
shaking ceased and I was able to get in the car and head for home. 
I was about halfway home when the full realization of what I done
caused me 
to nearly run off the road before I was able to stop the car. I parked
alongside 
the road, absolute terror running through my bones. My god, what if I
anyone 
ever found out that I had been fucked by so many men and that I had
enjoyed 
it? It was too much for my mind to bear and I broke down and cried for
what 
seemed to be hours before I was able to drive the rest of the way
home.

How I managed to get through the weekend was beyond my understanding. 
Fortunately, Bill was fishing Friday night with his dad so he didn't
get home 
until about noon on Saturday. I spent most of the weekend in bed,
telling Bill I 
had a touch of the flu. When I had finally gotten home I had gone into
the 
shower and washed and scrubbed my body until the water ran cold. Then
I 
douched a half dozen times. And I still felt that I was full of cum
and dirty.

I dreaded going to work on Monday and was three hours late. I had no
sooner 
gotten into my office when the disembodied voice of Hank instructed me
to 
look in my desk drawer again. When I looked, along with the dildo and
video 
was a new video. I put it the VCR, already fearing what I was going to
see, 
and pressed the play button. 

In a few seconds I was greeted with what I had feared most. The
picture 
quality was poor, due to the single light bulb, but it was good enough
to make 
out what was going on. And my voice was easily recognizable as I
begged to 
be fucked. 

I staggered back to my chair and sat down. I grabbed the remote and
turned 
off the VCR, trying to erase from my mind what had happened that was
now 
etched on that tape. I heard Hank chuckle and then he instructed me to
come 
to his office and bring the dildo with me. I wrapped the dildo in a
file folder and 
went to his office.

"I told you to bring the dildo because I know how much you like cock
in that 
cunt of yours. But from now on, I am not going to soil my cock in a
cunt that 
has had twenty some other cocks in it. So from now on, I am going to
fuck 
your ass while you fuck your own cunt with that fake cock. Now get out
of 
those clothes." As he was talking to me he was taking off his pants
and 
stroking his hard, erect cock. 
I knew I could never get his cock in my ass and I begged him to not do
it. But 
he only laughed and told me to get on my knees. 

"You had better suck this good", he said as he waved his cock in front
of my 
face. "The spit you get on this and the pussy juice you can get from
your slut 
cunt to put in your ass is the only lubrication you are going to get."

With that he shoved his cock against my mouth and began to fuck me in
the 
throat. He told me to get ready and I began rubbing my cunt, getting
my 
fingers covered with my own juice then poking them into my ass.
Finally he 
pulled out of my mouth and told me to bend over the desk. He handed me
the 
dildo and told me to put it in my cunt. 

After I had the dildo in as far as I could get it, he grabbed my hips
and I felt his 
cock pushing against my ass. Just when I was sure it would never get
in, the 
head slipped past my sphincter muscle and lodged in my bowels. I
screamed 
as if I had been shot. It felt like a hot poker had been shoved up my
ass. 

"Scream all you want bitch, this office is soundproof. You are going
to get 
every inch of this black cock up your ass", he said as he thrust his
hips 
forward, driving his massive cock a little further up my ass, causing
even more 
pain.

"Oh please, don't, I can't take it, please, it is going to tear me
apart, oh arrrhh, 
don't", I begged and begged as his cock inched ever further into my
bowels. 

Finally, nearly blind with pain, I felt his balls slap against my hand
which was 
weakly clutching the end of the dildo protruding from my cunt. The
pain was 
overpowering and I felt as if I was going to faint. 

My knees started to give out and Hank grabbed me around the waist,
holding 
pinioned on his cock, my ass on fire. After a few minutes of no
movement, the 
pain began to lessen ever so slightly and I could feel the incredible
fullness in 
my bowels. It felt like I had to go to the bathroom in the worst way.
I felt 
something warm running down my chin and wiped at it with my hand. It
was 
blood. The pain had been so intense I had bitten through my lower lip.


"Oh my god, please take it out...I can't stand this any longer..it is
going to kill 
me...arrrrgggghhh", The pain was back as Hank pulled out a fraction
and then 
slammed back into my abused and tortured ass. That was the start of
ever 
increasing movements and increasing pain.
"Bitch, work that cunt of yours. It will take away the pain."

I began to saw the dildo in and out of my cunt, trying to concentrate
on my 
cunt and not my ass. I don't know if it was the increasing arousal
brought 
about by the stimulation to my clit, but the pain in my ass began to
dull. As 
Hank kept pounding into my ass and I kept ramming the dildo into my
cunt, 
we soon got into a rhythm. Soon I felt my orgasm building and I was
pushing 
back against Hank, pushing his cock deeper into my ass. 

"Ohhh god bitch....take it...now", Hank exclaimed as he grasped me
about the 
waist, pulled me to him in a bear hug and shot spurt after spurt  into
my 
ravished ass. At the same time, I pushed the dildo against my clit as
hard as I 
could and I to came with a shudder and a moan.

As Hank's cock deflated and he pulled it from my ass, I felt as if I
was going to 
the bathroom. I was afraid I was actually shitting right there. I
reached back 
and felt warm, sticky liquid oozing from my ass. When I looked at
them, I saw 
they were covered with a mixture of cum and blood. Before I had a
chance to 
do anything about the blood coming from my ass, Hank pushed me down to

my knees and pulled my head towards his now soft cock. 

"Slut, clean your shit off of my cock", he said as he pushed his cock
towards 
my mouth. I tried to turn my head to the side but he grabbed a handful
of my 
hair and twisted and pulled on it saying, "I told you to suck bitch."

I opened my mouth and took his cock into it and began to wash it with
my 
saliva and tongue. The taste of my own shit, mixed with blood and cum 
caused me to gag and retch. I tried to pull back but Hank had his
hands firmly 
locked behind my head, pulling me into his crotch, so escape wasn't
possible. 
The bile I felt rise in throat had nowhere to go but back down as I
choked and 
swallowed. As I continued my ministrations, I felt Hank's cock began
to 
lengthen and harden. Soon he was at full erection, slowly fucking my
face, 
much as he had fucked my ass.

"Oh ya, that's good. Lick that cock baby. Get your shit all off of it,
oh yes....", 
he continued to talk as I let him fuck in and out of my throat. The
feel of his 
cock on my lips and the thought of what a slut I had become seemed to
excite 
me and I let my hand wander down between legs and I began to rub my
clit. 
Soon I was stroking myself to my second orgasm which came just seconds

before Hank spurted more of his hot cum down my throat.

After I got my clothes back on, I went right out the back door of the
office, 
walked up the street to the parking lot and got in my car. By the time
I had 
gotten home, my skirt and the car seat were stained with a mixture of
blood, 
cum, and shit that had seeped out of my ass. By this time my ass was
burning 
and aching again. I was so scared that Hank had done permanent damage
to 
me. I ran a tub of hot water and soaked in it for as long as I dared.
When I got 
out I used a couple of mirrors and examined myself as well as I was
able. I 
could not see any evidence of serious damage and the blood and cum 
seemed to have stopped, although the pain, while less, was still in
evidence.

Even though I was afraid I would get in trouble, I couldn't afford to
ruin another 
skirt, so I got a pair of panties out and placed a pad in them, high
up towards 
the back and pulled them on. It was sort of strange to feel panties
on. I was 
sort of amazed at how used to going pantiless I had become. I pulled
on a 
white sweater, black skirt, slipped into my heels and headed back to
work. 

When I got to work there was a mountain of paper work on my desk and I

dived in, not able to finish it until well after 10PM. Luckily, I did
not have any 
visitors nor did Hank call so my panty wearing went undetected.I got
home 
late, took off my clothes and was relieved to notice that the blood
had from my 
ass had stopped. I took another hot soak and dived into bed. I
overslept in the 
morning and had to rush to get dressed and to work on time. At least
dressing 
like a slut speeds up the getting dressed process and I managed to get
into 
my office only a few minutes late. 

I called the pharmacy to ask them to send my birth control pills to my
office. 
Gina got on the phone and told me I would have to pick up my pills
because 
she had some instructions from HR on a new drug screening program and
I 
needed to sign the forms. I told her I would stop on my way home. She
said 
OK and I got back to work, not realizing that Hank's evil ways were
about to 
further ruin my life.

Part 5

I went to the company pharmacy on my way home to pick up my birth
control 
pills and to sign the paperwork for whatever it was HR wanted. When I 
arrived, Jackie, the pharmacist, told me that Gina was waiting for me
in her 
office. I went to her office, knocked, and was invited in. Gina was
sitting 
behind her desk. She invited me to sit down.


"Well, well, aren't we becoming quite the little slut", she said as
she looked 
me up and down. "Hank has said you are turning into a real piece of
work but 
that a little help would speed the process."

I blushed at the thought she and Hank were discussing what we did and 
blurted out, "What do you mean, help?"

"A couple of things. First I have these for you. They are a set of
four butt 
plugs, each one a size larger then the preceding one. Hank says your
ass is 
way too tight and it has to be stretched. You are to start with the
smallest and 
wear it during your waking hours for a week. Then the following week
you will 
move up to the next largest and so on until you can wear the largest.
You will 
then wear that one every other day for as long as you are Hank's
slut."

"But I only have another 10 days of being his slut", I replied.

"Well, I think you had better discuss that with Hank. I am just doing
as I am 
told. But just for your information, Hank kept his last slut for
nearly three 
years."

"But he promised....I don't..", I stuttered.

"It don't mean a thing to me bitch. Now I am going to give you some
pills that I 
got from a source in South America. They are perfectly safe but they
are not 
legal here. Basically they are a mixture of BVH, Monogyilpate, and
Octavite3. 
The Monogyilpate will cause your pussy to be constantly excreting
lubricant, 
whether or not you are aroused. 

The Octavite3, which is generally used in the cattle breeding
industry, causes 
a minor irritation of the vagina which makes it feel like you want to
scratch the 
inside of your pussy. It is very annoying but putting a dildo or cock
in your 
pussy will get you some relief. The BVH will increase the size or your
breasts 
and the sensitivity of your nipples and may even cause a bit of milk 
production. In short, you will be craving something, or anything, to
be shoved 
in that cunt of yours."

"Ok you dumb broad," I thought to myself, "if you think I am going to
take 
those pills your crazy". 



As if she read my mind, she said, "And you will come in here and give
us a 
urine sample every Friday. I will analyze it and report the results to
Mr. 
Washington. 

Each of the drugs in the pills have a signature trace which will tell
us how 
many pills you have taken that week. You take the pills each time you
take 
your birth control pill. When is your period due?"

"I took my last pill this morning for this cycle so my period should
start 
tomorrow or the next day.", I replied.

"OK, I'll let Mr. Washington know. He has to go to California for a
week so he 
will want to go while your flowing. But I want you down here every day
while 
your flowing. You see, my period started this morning and I am going
to teach 
you how to lap up that flow."

Dumbfounded, I picked up my pills, both sets, and left for home. I
couldn't go 
through with this. My god, it was bad enough that I had to kiss her
pussy, now 
she wants me to do it when she has her period. The thought of it
nearly made 
me throw up. Somehow I got through the next day. My flow began about
noon. 
and found myself in Gina's office after work. She let me in, locked
her door, 
and turned to me with a leer, "Well slut, are you ready for this?"

"Please, don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, but not this,
please.", I 
begged.

Gina just smiled, pulled up her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing
anything 
under her skirt. I could see the string from a tampon peeking out
between her 
lips. She went over to her chair, sat down and motioned me over. "Get
on your 
knees slut. I want you to get hold of that little string and pull that
plug out so 
you can drink my sweet flow."


I did the best I could. I got between her legs and bent to the task.
The odor 
was overpowering and that got my stomach churning. I finally got the
string in 
my mouth, bit down on it and pulled. The bloody tampon released with a

"plop" and swung down and smacked against my throat. It was more then
I 
could bear and I began to retch, finally losing my lunch between
Gina's feet.



"You god damm stupid bitch. Look what you did to my carpet!", Gina 
screamed as she shoved her chair back. I will see you pay for this.
Now get 
the fuck out of here."

I left without looking back, thankful that I didn't have to finish
licking her flow 
but also knowing that I had made an enemy I did not need at this time.
The 
following morning I studied the butt plugs with interest, and then
remembering 
Mr. Washington would be out of town, decided not to wear it. I got to
the office 
and about ten minutes later I heard a voice. It was Mr. Washington. He

instructed me to lift my skirt, bend over and spread my cheeks so he
could 
see the butt plug. 

"I, don't, I mean, where are you?", I stammered.

"I am in San Deigo. But I can see you very clearly on the video
conference 
equipment. Now let me see that butt plug!"

"ahh, well I, you", I stammered as I tried to think of an excuse. Not
only did I 
not wear the butt plug, I was wearing panties because of my period. I
did as I 
was instructed and Mr. Washington's voice literally exploded from the
hidden 
speakers.

"You fucking little tramp. I leave town and you think you can do
whatever the 
hell pleases you? I want you in my office first thing Monday morning.
I can 
promise you that you will not forget to follow instructions in the
future!"

The following Sunday I took my first special pill. I was glad it was a
Sunday so 
I could see what effect it would have. To my great relief, the only
effect the pill 
had was to cause a very slight increase in the excretions from my
cunt. And 
that may have been due to the fact my period was just over. I had been

wearing the small butt plug each day as instructed. For some reason, I
even 
wore it on the weekend. I noticed now that when I walked, it was
beginning to 
get loose and at times I had to contract my ass muscles to keep it
from falling 
out. Tomorrow I would have to use the next bigger size.

Monday came all to soon. After I showered, I got the next bigger butt
plug out 
and after covering it with KY jelly, I bent over and tried to push it
into my ass. 
While it was quite a bit bigger then the first one, I was surprised at
the relative 
ease with which I was able to insert it. 


I walked around a bit, and besides from feeling like I had to go to
the 
bathroom, the discomfort was bearable. Once again I wiped my thighs as
the 
excretions from my pussy seemed to have increased. Most likely the
pill. 

I took my pills, dressed in my now familiar slut style and went to
work. As 
instructed, I went right to Mr. Washington's office. 
 "Well if it isn't my disobedient tramp. What do you have to say for
yourself?"

I decided that I had better not try and make an excuse so I just said,
"No Sir. I 
just didn't think."

"Well I am going to give you a little lesson in memory control. Get
out of those 
clothes."

As I took off my clothes, Mr. Washington put a small gym bag on his
desk. He 
opened it and took out some strange looking items. He then told me to
get 
over by the bathroom door (he has his own private one in his office).
When I 
got over there, he came up to me and told me to put my hands out in
front of 
me. Only then did I notice he had a pair of handcuffs in his hands. 

He locked my hands in place and then attached a rope to the small
chain 
between the cuffs. As he reached up I noticed a hook above the door.
He 
placed the rope in the hook and hauled my hands up until I was
standing on 
my tiptoes. He then tied the other end of the rope to the door knob,
keeping 
me hanging by my wrists.

"Even though the office is sound proof, I think your screams would
still be 
heard" he said as he approached me from behind. "Open your mouth", he 
instructed.

When I opened my mouth, I felt a large rubber object being forced into
it. I 
realized that it was a short, but fat rubber dildo. I felt Mr.
Washington pull 
some straps against the back of my head and then step away. I tried to
say 
something but only an soft mumble escaped. Then I saw Mr. Washington 
approach from his desk. I looked at what he was holding in his hand
and the 
fear welled up in me and I began to sob and try to plead with him, my
body 
racking and struggling against the cuffs.




"I am sure that you will remember this day my slut." he said as he
approached 
me with a limber piece of what looked like bamboo that was about 4
feet long. 
The way he was swishing it through the air I had no doubt that he
intended to 
beat me with it. He rerached me and reached out with his free hand and

stroked my ass and then sort of wiggled the butt plug. 

He kept that up for a few minutes then reached around to my cunt and
ran his 
finger up and down my slit, pausing to rub my clit. At the same time
he began 
to brush my ass with the stick he held in his other hand. 

In spite of my fear and awkward position, I felt myself getting turned
on. And I 
began to feel a strange sensation inside my cunt and I realized the
pill was 
beginning to create the itch. If it didn't get any worse then it was
now, it would 
not be a factor. Soon my hips were bucking in that dead giveaway
ritual that 
an orgasm is building. 

"Ahh, I see the slut is liking this", he said as he suddenly thrust
his finger deep 
into my cunt, nearly touching my cervix. "And I see you are soping wet
too."

With that he withdrew his finger and said, "Now you are about to learn
that 
pain can sometimes bring pleasure. I am going to beat that pretty ass
of yours 
until it is a mass of welts. I wouldn't be suprised if you come while
I beat you."

"Oommm, aafhhh", I tried to talk but could only make plaintive sounds.
I saw 
him raise his arm then in an instant I felt the most intense pain I
have ever felt. 
I screamed at the top of my lungs but only a gurgle of sound came from
me. 
Before I had a chance to catch a breath, the next blow fell. I lost
count of how 
many times he beat me. I think it was about fifty. And he was wrong.
The pain 
was so intense that I did not come. 

After he stopped, he approached me again and jerked the butt plug out
of my 
ass. Then I felt his cock pushing into me. This only increased my
pain. My ass 
cheeks were on fire from the beating and now my ass was being
stretched 
beyond tolerance. My mouth was full of saliva and everytime I tried to
swallow, 
the head of the rubber didldo would start down my throat, causing me
to gag.

He reached around me and held me tight against him as he moved his
cock in 
and out of my ass. He had only openned his fly and the rough fabric of
his 
trousers rubbing against my raw flesh made each contact feel like a
brush 
with fire. His hand strayed down and began to rub my clit and then
sink into 
my cunt and then back to my clit. 
Soon he was in a rythm, rubbing my clit as he pulled out of my ass and
then 
stabbing his finger in my cunt as he slammed his cock in my ass. the
twin 
probings again brought me near orgasm and as I felt his cock jerk in
my ass, I 
came on his finger.

After he pulled his cock from my ass I was made to lick it clean as
well as 
cleaning his fingers with my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the amount of
my 
juice on his fingers. 

My thighs were slick with both my own juices and Mr. Washington's cum.
As I 
dressed, I noticed that the foul mixture was clearly visible below the
hem of 
my skirt. I reached for a tissue to clean myself before I returned to
my office 
but Mr. Washington slapped my hand and reminded me that he did not
permit 
sluts to use his office as a washroom.

I left his office, and hurried back to my office. And, strange as it
seemed, I got 
turned on by the thoughts of my co-workers staring at me and, I am
sure, 
smelling me. God, what is happening to me. Not only have I become a
slut, I 
am actually getting a sick thrill from showing my co-workers that I am
a slut. I 
am sick.

About two in the afternnon my pussy was on fire with an itch. I
couldn't stand it 
any longer so I grabbed the dildo out of my desk drawer and rammed it
as 
deep into my cunt as I could. As I sawed it in an out, the juices
flowing out 
onto my hands, Mr. Washington's voice boomed from the speakers.

"Trying to satisfy that itch are we? Well, don't worry. I have a
special treat for 
you that will help. Meet me in the parking lot at 5."

Humiliated by being seen mastubating, I was, nonetheless, excited
about 
what was going to happen at 5. As I continued to slam the artifical
cock into 
my soaked pussy, I couldn't help thinking about black cocks. Oh how I
hoped I 
would have one in my cunt soon. If I could wait that long.






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TALES OF TERROR II

CONTENTS




CODI
PAGE      2

DEAREST DADDY                                                  PAGE
10

DRUGGED BABYSITTER                                       PAGE    21

TRACY: BEATEN, BROKEN, AND RAPED           PAGE    33

SEXY BOY
PAGE    46

ROBIN'S DEVIANT ADVENTURES                        PAGE    50

THE ACADEMY                                                       PAGE
55

THE COACH
PAGE    76















Codi:  The Entire Story! 

They watched her as she left the high school cafeteria.  Her name is
Codi.  
She's a small blond, standing 5'1, deep blue eyes. The two men had
been 
watching her for some time, she was perfect, small breasts, tight
stomach, 
and 15.  They would get a lot of money for this one. 

They sat in the van, waiting for the right moment when they would
snatch her 
from the sidewalk and take her to her new owner. The one called Mike
spoke 
first, "Wow Joe, look at her.  She is one hot little chick." 

"Yeah, she sure is!  Christ, we'll get 20 g's easy for this one!"
They knew she 
was a virgin because they had been in her room, scrounging her diary
and 
every other thing in the house. They had copies of her
birth-certificate, 
medical records, the whole works. 

"Okay," said Mike, "She's off the school grounds, lets go get her."
Joe started 
the van and they rolled off, pulling alongside the girl, Mike opened
the door 
and sprayed her with mace.  He caught her before she fell and dragged
her 
into the van.  "Joey, GO!" 

And with that, the van tore out of there.  Codi was laying on the
floor writhing, 
struggling against the mace burning her guts. Mike leaned over and
talked to 
her.  "It's okay sweety, just breath slowly and it'll ease up."  He
laughed as she 
chocked and spit, drool running from her little mouth. 

He rolled her over onto her stomach and cuffed her hands behind her
back, 
and slid her pantlegs up enough to get the shackles against the bare
skin of 
her legs.  She was trying to fight him, but it was not use.  She
finally passed 
out. 

When she awoke, she was hanging naked in the middle of a large room.
She 
tried to scream, but there was a ball gag in her mouth making her jaw
hurt. 

"Ah, she's awake!  Hello Codi.  How you feeling?"  She just looked at
the two 
men through terrified eyes.  "Well, you're probly wondering what you
doing 
here.  
Well, it's pretty simple."  Mike held up a document.  "This is a
certified 
document from your parents.  They sold you to us and you are going to
be 
sold to a movie company and be tortured." 

With that, Codi went wild, fighting the restraints on her arms and
legs, 
screaming wildly against the gag.  There was a third man standing in
the 
shadows.  He spoke, "She'll definitely do.  I'll give you 50 thou for
her.  Is that 
agreeable?" 

The two men looked at each other and nodded.  "Fine," said Joe. 

They all left the room for a while.  Then, Joe came back in with a
bag.  He 
pulled out a dog collar.  It had some sort of box attached to it.
"Codi, can you 
hear me?" 

She nodded yes.  "Good, this is an electronic dog collar.  It is going
to go 
around your neck.  See this little box?"  Again she responded by
nodding, 
"Great.  If you give any of us a hard time, it will send a nice little
electric shock 
to your throat.  If you thought the mace hurt, you'll wanna die when
this sucker 
hits you. Understand?" 

With tears streaming down her face, she nodded yes.  He lowered her
until 
her feet touched the floor and undid all the chains.  Once she was
free, he 
threw her pants and shirt over to her.  "Get dressed, Kid, you'll
catch a cold."  
Sobbing, she bent over and started to dress.  Once done, he tossed her

sneakers to her.  She put them on. 

Joe walked over to her and connected a cable leash to the collar.
"Now Codi, 
if you pull against this, it will make another connection and send a
shock to 
your throat, it is only 1/2 the strength of the normal blast.  It
feels kinda like 
this."  She felt a yank on the leash, and then dropped to her knees
from the 
pain. 

She grasped for her throat, unable to breath.  She hooked her fingers
around 
the collar and tried to pull it off, but when she did, it released
another powerful 
jolt to her windpipe. 

She fell flat onto the floor and her world faded to blackness. 


Joe woke her immediately, using smelling salts.  "Now, stand up, kid,
or I'll 
blast you again."  She pulled herself up, still dizzy from the shock. 
He led her to another room and then they blindfolded her.  She was
pushed 
along and was finally shoved into the back seat of a vehicle.  She
heard it 
start and that began her ride to hell. 
It seemed like forever before the truck stopped.  She heard some one
open 
the door and pull her out.  Once outside, the blindfold was removed.
"Hello, 
Codi.  I am your new master.  I just bought you from those two fine
gentlemen.  
It's amazing, but I can't figure out why your parents would want to
have sold 
you. Oh well, their loss and my gain!" 

She was in tears again.  He pushed her along a path that led to a big 
cinderblock building in the middle of woods.  Once at the door, he
punched in 
a code on an electronic keypad and the door buzzed open. 

Once inside, the door boomed shut, making her flinch.  He flicked on
the 
lights and she almost passed out at the sight. There were ropes and
chains 
every place.  And lots of video equipment. 

"Okay, lets get you undressed and start shooting."  He removed the gag
and 
she cried hard.  "You might as well stop crying sweety, just get naked
and 
this'll all be over soon.  I'm only gonna need you a couple of days
and if you're 
still alive when I'm finished, then you are free to go." 

He turned on some lights and started to film her as she undressed.  He
took 
her clothes and threw them into the open fire place on the far wall.
He led her 
over to the rack.  He laid her onto the table and connected the
chains.  The 
camcorder followed them the whole time, their location being
transmitted by a 
little box on Masters belt. 

Once she was connected, he turned the crank until she felt her body
lift from 
the table.  She screamed, she thought her legs and arms were going to
pop 
out of their sockets.  "PLEASE PLEASE... STOP... I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU 
WANT... DOOONNNN... AHHHHH... HUR....T ME AAAANNNNYYYYYY 
UHHHHHGGGGG... MORE!!!!" 

"HAHAHAHAHAHA... you don't get it, do you little girl.  You're here to
be 
tortured until you pass out, then I'll wake you and do it again!!!
Fuckin' 
ignorant kids today..." 

He turned the crank a few more times, causing screams of agony from
Codi's 
throat.  Once stretched, he looked over her naked taunt body.  She was

covered with sweat, her hair beginning to stick to her head.  He took
one hand 
and started to rub her pussy.  She cried and begged him not to.  This
pissed 
him off and he jammed to fingers into her little slit. 

Codi screamed and cried from the pain of his intruding digits. He
pulled his 
fingers out and got two alligator clips from the shelf.  He sucked her
nipples till 
they were hard then applied one clip to each nipple. 

She was panting, thrashing her head from side to side.  The
temperature of 
the room felt like a million degrees, sweat running down her body.
She cried 
thinking she was taken to the max, unable to take any more until he
started to 
turn the crank again. 

She was too horse to scream, it felt as if her body was being torn
apart as she 
faded into blackness. 

Part 2:  Codi wakes up


Codi awoke some time later, chained standing up.  Codi looked around
and 
saw the was shackled in the center of some sort of wooden frame in the

center of a plain cool cement room. 

Looking up she lost her balance and started to fall, but she didn't
get far, 
caught by the chains that held her arms out above her head and her
legs were 
held wider than shoulder width apart by manacles connected to the
walls.  
She shivered, the cool air of the room licking her heated pussy. 

The door opened and a man walked in, she instantly liked his kind
gentle 
look.  She watched him as he approached, looking him up and down. 

The man smiled at her, his warmest smile, the one he gave the new ones
to 
build thier trust.  She smiled back, her body coated with glistening
sweat, her 
hair wet and stringy from her earlier torture. 

"Good morning, Codi.  How are you?"  asked a bearded man as he entered

and closed the door behind him. 

Codi looked up at him and gave a faint smile, "Okay," she said, her
voice 
crackling due to her dry throat.  

He smiled at her, his face showing nothing but concern. 

"Good.  Do you have any friends here, Codi?" 

She tried to hold back, but couldn't.  Tears started to flow, she
shook her head 
no.  He walked over to her and held her head against his chest.  She
felt she 
loved him.  He let her cry for a while and then said, "I want to be
your friend.  
Okay?" 

Codi nodded, feeling secure for the first time since her abduction.
The man 
let go of her, she felt naked again without his strong touch.  He got
a chair 
from the corner of the room and brought it over in front of her,
turning it 
backwards and sitting down, staring at her while she stood there
crying. 

"Why are you crying, Codi?"  She didn't answer, only stood there
sobbing.  He 
felt his temper rise and stood up and walked over to her, picking up a
black 
crop hanging on the wall along the way.  He stopped behind her and
smacked 
her spread pussy with the crop. 

Codi screamed out and tensed, feeling sick to her stomach from the
smack, 
her pussy and clit burning, she cried in frustration wanting to rub
herself to 
ease the pain.  "I asked why you were crying and I expect to be
answered you 
little slut." 

Her voice trembling and hoarse, Codi answered, "I want to go home..." 

"There now, that's better.  I here to help you Codi.  Do you know why
you're 
here, Codi?" the man asked, reaching a hand out and fondling her body.


Codi was crying, shaking her head no, not wanting the man to touch her
as he 
ran his hands from her lower back to the crack of her ass, stopping to
crack 
the crop on her bare ass five quick times. 

"I want you to understand something slut!  You... will... never...
tell... me... 
not... to... touch... you... understand?!?!?"  He screamed at her,
each word 
emphasized with a crack of the crop on her exposed ass hole. 

She begged him to have mercy on her, he proceded to beat her further,
her 
body losing it's strength and falling limp in the restraints.  She
moaned as the 
chains bit her wrists and the crop chewed into her back and inner
thighs. 

The man stopped whipping her and walked over to a wall where there was

hung a huge array of whips, chains, leather harnesses and many other 
undiscernible items of bondage and punishment, and removed a long
wooden 
paddle. 

Standing before her he lectured, "See now Codi, if you were a good
girl, this 
wouldn't have to happen.  But you're anything but!! You have to learn
why you 
are here." 

He walked back over to Codi and she began to cry, moving as far
forward as 
the chains would allow while looking over her shoulder.  He swung the
paddle 
and it made a swoosh sound as it arched through the air, stopping with
a loud 
"CRACK" when it contacted her ass. 

She arched her body, gasping for air when the paddle contacted her
ass, she 
felt a huge welt raise where the paddle struck her. 

Walking back around to the front, he tells her, "You are here because
your 
parents sold you as a slut.  They hated you and didn't want you any
more." 

Codi screamed, clamping her eyes shut and shaking her head from side
to 
side, "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" 

The man laughed and walked around behind her, swinging the paddle
again.  
He spent twenty minutes paddling her ass, inner thighs, and pussy.
She was 
reduced to a grunting, jerking, shaking animal, her hair glued to her
head from 
sweating due to the intense pain of the beating. 

"Codi," she jumped at the sound of her name.  She lifted her head
weakly to 
look over her welted shoulder at the man, "Tell me why you are here?" 

She began to cry.  Her mouth worked but nothing came out.  She finally

uttered, "I... I'm here because I'm a slut," she began to sob heavily,
"My 
parents didn't love me.  They sold me to you." 

"And I love you, Codi.  Always remember that."  The man smiled smugly
and 
hung the paddle back on the wall and returned to Codi. He told her to
stand 
tall, which she did without hesitation, for fear of another beating. 

He then gently ran his hands all over her body, taking time to squeeze
and 
knead her welted flesh, finishing by stroking her pussy until her hips
began to 
gyrate against her will as she started to cum. 



He stopped and shoved a vibrator into her slit.  She fought against
the chains, 
but it was no use, she was going no place fast, her body on fire from
the 
whipping. 

"Codi, you know if you fuck me that I can let you go?"  She shook her
head 
no.  He quickly walked over to the wall and returned with a chain that
had clips 
at each end.  He pinched her nipples harshly and attached the clips to
them. 

She screamed but he slapped her hard in the face.  She hung panting
and 
writhing as he attached several more individual clips to the small
bumps of 
flesh she had for tits. 

He knelt down between her legs and spread her lips, she screamed as he

stuck a needle through her clit.  Codi felt faint as the pressure made
her head 
explode.  The man smiled as she screamed in agony, her small body
straining 
against the chains as he pulled and twisted the needle. 

He stood and went to a table where there was an selection of rings.
He chose 
one and went back over to Codi, kneeling down again to remove the
needle 
and replace it with the ring.  She screamed, her eyes buldging the
entire time. 

"You know, all this can stop of you'd just fuck me little girl.  I
just want to 
stretch your ass and pussy, feel your mouth on my hard cock..." 

She screamed again, the man was getting great pleasure from her
reactions.  
He stood, spending some time with each of the clips on her tiny
breasts, 
enjoying her screaming and twitching. 

Bored with the clips, he yanked them off her tits and threw them to
the floor, 
returning with a box of straight pins.  Codi was crying and gyrating
her hips, 
she was hot from the vibrator, but was trying desperatly not to show
the man. 


He felt his cock get hard as she moaned in frustration, twitching and
writhing 
as he slowly punctured her breasts with the straight pins. 

"Will you fuck me now, Codi?"  He asked, smiling at her hanging
panting 
form, "All you have to do is say yes and save yourself from the next
torture..." 
She looked up at him, but couldn't do it, she dropped her head and
began to 
sob, the salt in her tears burning as it hit her breasts.  

He had stuck 30 or 40 pins in each tit, it hurt, but when he lit the
lighter and 
brought it to the head of the pin sticking from the middle of her
nipple, she 
sheiked. 

"Uhhh... uhhh... uhhh.... p.. pplll... uhhh... fuck... FUCK!!!" 

"What's that?  You'll fuck me?" 

Codi nodded.  "That's not good enough," he said, and went back to
heating 
the pins. 

"Ohhhhhh.... please.... mmmmmm... fuck me..." 

The man smiled.  He closed the lighter and began to roughly yank out
the 
pins.  Once done, he unchained her and threw her to the floor.  She
looked up 
at him, her body trembling. 

He picked up a whip and began to lash her, she moved all over the room

trying to escape his unyielding hits, but it was useless, she
eventually lay out 
on the floor on her back and let him hit her. 

When he got near her crotch she spread her legs, and he whipped her
until 
the vibrator fell out.  She was dizzy, there were black spots in front
of her 
eyes. 

She remembered him dropping the whip, and then holding her legs so far

back her knees touched her chest.  She felt as if her ass was going to
rip, 
then she was filled with warmth. 

He stood, but she knew it wasn't over.  He returned with a syringe and
an 
animal mask over his head.  He stuck her left breast with the syringe
and 
painfully injected her with it's juice. 

She felt the world swoon around her, her pain and discomfort
intensifying as 
he climbed on top of her.  She closed her eyes as she felt his intense
heat 
penetrate her.  She began to buck as her body started to enjoy the 
sensations, then she opened her eyes. 

She screamed out as she looked up into the face of a wild beast, she
clawed 
and tried to escape it's grasp, but what ever drug they had given her
wouldn't 
allow her to lift her arms. 
The man in the mask laughed with great pleasure as he watched the
young 
girl helucinate below him, screaming as he fucked her like a wild dog.


He continued to screw her after he came, pushing her further and
further into 
her nightmarish state until she finally passed out, her mind no longer
able to 
handle it's drug induced emotional state. 

Standing, he walked over and shut the video camera off. Returning to
her limp 
form on the floor, he spent several minutes kicking, punching and
throwing 
her body around, growling and howling as he did it. 

Picking her up, he carried her out to his truck and threw her into the
back.  He 
drove her back to the town where she lives.  He cruised around looking
for the 
perfect place to leave her, finally settling on the school in the
middle of town. 

He pulled around back and threw her naked body into the trash, knowing
it 
would be hours before she woke up and stumbled amongst her school
mates. 

Codi was found some hours later by the school custodian, who carried
her 
through the halls of the school to the nurses office, naked.  The
police came 
after the drugs had worn off, but she was unable to tell them
anything, only 
remembering she was raped by a werewolf. 

The cops laughed and said she went on a binge, probly found herself in
the 
wrong crowd, stupid kids doing drugs. 

The End 



DEAREST DADDY


I think the first time I really understood how men think about women
was when 
in my father's car waiting for him to come back from the hardware
store. Two 
men were standing next to it, unaware that I was even there.

This girl walked by, older than me but still a teenager. She had
tight, but not 
super tight jeans, and ignored the men as she walked down the street.
I 
watched the men's heads turn around and their eyes lock onto her
wiggling 
butt.
"Maaaaan!" one of them said to the other.

"Some ass," the other sighed.

"Would I ever like to bend her over and stick my log up ass."

"Me too, man. A wiggle like that oughto be rewarded."

They watched her until she went around the corner, then moved off.

I was kind of amazed. I mean, the girl wasn't even that good looking.
Even at 
that age I figured I had a better body. So why had they been so
excited about 
her?

Well, I watched men a lot and soon realized that they were hot for
damned 
near anything that moved and wasn't really fat or ugly.

And that included me. Now that I was watching I caught eyes flicking
at me 
when I walked by, even adult men. I purposefully wore tight pants and
went to 
malls and busy streets just so men would stare at my ass.

It made me hot. I felt wicked and wanton, and really sexy.

I knew that it was wrong of me to act like that. I never wore really
tight pants to 
school, for example, because I didn't want the other kids talking
about me and 
calling me loose.

I wasn't. I was still a virgin. But I was so terribly aware of how hot
I was, and 
exquisitely excited whenever I caught men looking at me. 
I hated being a virgin, and really wished I had the courage to do
something 
really wicked, but I didn't. My parents had given me the real
conservative 
speech about sex being only for married people, and I felt too
intimidated to 
try it.

I was afraid the guy, whoever it was, would think I was a cheap whore,
and 
worse, would tell everyone about it. Then my parents and teachers
would find 
out and...

Well, the only thing I had to get aroused was to come home after
school, 
when my parents were away at work, put on tight, tight pants and a
tight 
blouse, and go somewhere people didn't know me and guys could look at
me.
I knew they were thinking just like those men had been, thinking of
how sexy I 
was and how they wished they could bend me over and fuck me.

My jeans pulled up tight against my crotch, and as I walked, feeling
slutty and 
hot, began to rub against my slit in a really pleasant way.

This is how I first learned to masturbate. I came home after a long
walk, 
stripped, and looked down at my pussy where the jeans had been rubbing
so 
nicely, then ran my finger over my slit and began to rub that really
hard spot at 
the top with my finger.

Soon I was laying back on my bed with my legs apart, writhing and
gasping in 
shocked delight, eyes wide as my lower body burned up with lust. My
first 
orgasm was a stunning experience, and I gurgled in wondrous pleasure
as it 
roared through my skull.

My breasts were fairly large even then, but got much bigger over time.
And by 
the next year they were thirty-eight C cups, and were really drawing
the men. 
My ass was full and firm and round, and my waist tiny.

I had a great teenage body, and revelled in it, masturbating
constantly.

Of course, I knew that was wrong too, and I felt guilty for doing it,
but I couldn't 
stop. I had a small, narrow face with large seashell blue eyes. I was
a natural 
blonde, and had let my hair grow long, so it hung half-way down my
back.

It was thick and shaggy and wild looking, except at the front where I
had these 
cute bangs across my forehead. I loved to swing my head from side to
side 
when I danced naked in front of my mirror, making my hair whip around
wildly.

I practised all kinds of lewd dances in front of my mirror, imagining
the men 
looking at me like this, imagining how hot and horny they'd get if
they could 
see me naked.

I was still a virgin, though I had the wildest, sluttiest fantasies a
virgin possibly 
could. A lot of them were rape fantasies. I found it hard to imagine
letting a 
guy have sex with me, see, but if I were raped, well, then it wouldn't
be my 
fault and I wouldn't have to feel guilty.

So I constructed all kinds of rape fantasies where poor little me was
lewdly 
used and abused by big, strong, men, sometimes by more than one at a
time.
I bought some of the sluttiest clothes, including micro mini- skirts,
supertight 
jeans, short shorts, tight and low cut tops, and sexy, lacy lingerie.

I had to hide it all in the attic so my parents wouldn't find it, but
I wore it 
whenever they weren't around, even when I was alone in the house.

I just felt so incredibly hot and sexy wearing that stuff. Even when I
was 
wearing a plain old dress I liked to feel hot and slutty by wearing
something 
really sexy, like a G-string and lacy black half bra or corset
underneath.

One day I put on a pair of really short tight nylon shorts and a tank
top with no 
bra and got on my bike, then went riding in a local park. 

The tank top was really tight against my breasts, and had big arm
holes, and 
with my arms forward, hands on the handlebars, half my breasts were
bared 
to anyone I passed.

One guy, who looked cute enough and was maybe ten years older than me,

drove up behind me and passed me real slowly. I carefully did not look
at him, 
but felt soooo hot because I was absolutely sure his eyes were on the
side of 
my right breast, much of which was clearly visible through the armhole
of my 
tank top.


I dared to flick my eyes aside for an instant and saw out of the
corner of my 
eyes that he was indeed looking down at my chest. I trembled a little,
and my 
breasts swelled excitedly.

Then he passed me and drove on. When I drove home I stripped and
spread 
my legs and began jerking off. In my mind, things had been different.
I 
fantasised that he'd driven me off the path and into some bushes, then

jumped on top of me and torn my clothes off.

He had loomed over me as his big cock had plunged in to my virginal
honey 
pot, and he had raped away my cherry with wild, furious strokes.

I was so excited by the fantasy I grabbed my hairbrush and jammed the 
handle into my snatch. I intended to only pump it in a little, but I
got so hot I 
had thrust it in so hard and deep it had ripped my cherry apart.


I came furiously, bucking and humping as I slid the entire handle into
my 
quacking pussy slit all the way to the handle.

Which was when my father walked in, having come home unexpectedly from

work because of a boiler problem there.

My father was a large, square-jawed man and very religious. He was the
only 
person I knew of who actually watched those religious shows on TV and
took 
them seriously, sometimes saying "Amen," along with the preachers and 
audiences there.

He said that sex was the devil's tool, and that righteous men only had
sex with 
their wives, and only for the purpose of having babies. I was an only
child, so I 
guessed that meant he hadn't had any sex with my mother since I was
born.

When he opened the door I was just in the midst of coming. My legs
were 
wide apart, my feet flat on the bed, and my back arched as I pulled my
head 
way back and gurgled in pleasure. One hand was squeezing my breast
while 
the other was pumping the hairbrush into my sopping wet gash as hard
and 
fast as I could make it move.

Well, I guess he just stood there gaping at me, watching that
hairbrush 
pumping into my slit, and my heavy breasts jiggling and shaking. 


What I think was that with my head pulled back so far, from his angle
he 
couldn't see my face. Maybe because of that he saw me as a woman for
the 
first time, saw my soft thighs, dripping snatch, round full breasts
and erect 
pink nipples, and saw me as tits and ass.

And when I finally went limp and rolled my head forward and saw Daddy 
staring at me with his jaw slack, he had a big hard bulge in his
crotch that 
gave pretty ample evidence that what he'd seen had turned him on
plenty.

Well I was stunned. My brain had hardly gotten back on track from that

fantastic come when the shock of seeing my father standing a few feet
away 
staring at me.      Talk about overload!

I just stared back at him while he stared at me.

"You God damned whore!" he shouted finally.
My entire body flushed dark red as I tried to sit up and cover my
flesh with my 
hands and arms. Daddy rushed forward and his open hand lashed forward,

smacking me right in the face. It hit me like a train, flinging me
backwards 
onto my back again, setting my ears ringing, and dazing me enough that
I just 
lay there for a few seconds, all spread out and naked, the hairbrush
still buried 
in my pussy.

He leaned over, grabbing me first by the wrist, and yanking me up,
then by the 
hair. I screamed in pain as he yanked me forward by the hair and flung
me 
against the wall. I hit it hard and bounced back, half turning only to
meet his 
open hand again, slapping me right across the face.

I spun around and hit the wall once more, then fell sideways onto the
floor.

"You filthy slut! Is this how you act when you're alone! Is this the
kind of 
daughter I've raised!? Are you nothing more than a filthy little
tramp!?"

I groaned, tasting blood in my mouth as I tried I pushed myself to my
knees. 
Then I screamed again as he grabbed a handful of hair and dragged me 
roughly to my feet. he shoved me back against the wall, his face red
and eyes 
bulging.

"You whore!" he screamed into my face.

"I'm not a whore, daddy!" I sobbed.

"You think I don't know a whore when I see one!? Laying there with
your filthy 
legs apart and abusing yourself with a hairbrush!!?"

He slapped my face, then backhanded it the other direction, then
slapped it 
again. I saw stars as my head whipped from side to side.

"You are a worthless whore!!"

"Then how come you got a hard-on!?" I sobbed.

Well, of course I wasn't thinking straight. I mean, my mind was all
flustered 
and dazed from being slapped and the shock and humilation of being
caught 
like that. I think half of his mad was because of that hard-on, and my
pointing 
it out made his eyes bulge so wide I thought for a second they would
pop right 
out of his skull.
He grabbed my throat and squeezed, then started shaking me violently,
so my 
hair whipped up and down. He twisted me and flung me against the wall.
The 
back of my head hit it and I tumbled to the floor, stunned. 

"You filthy creature!" he hissed. "It is women like you who turn men
from the 
righteous path! Flaunting your nudity before good men and true!"

He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants,
then slashed 
it down across my back. I cried out in dazed pain, laying on my belly
with my 
hands under me trying to lift myself up.

The belt lashed across my shoulders again and I sobbed as it flung me
down. 
Again and again the belt whipped across my back as I tried to claw my
way to 
my knees. I got up as far as all fours when he lashed out with his
foot, 
smacking it into my belly so hard it lifted me right up into the air,
flung me 
sideways, and turned me over so I fell onto my back.

I choked and coughed, the wind knocked out of me by the cruel blow. He

loomed over me and swung the belt down, and it lashed right across my
right 
breast. The pain cut into me like a knife, but all I could do was gasp
and 
cough and try to pull air into my empty lungs.


Again the belt lashed down, this time across my left breast. I mewled
and 
gurgled in pain, rolling from side to side as I tried to evade the
belt. It lashed 
down again and again, across my belly, across my breasts, across my
thighs.

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me on my belly across the room
to 
my bed, coughing and gasping and sobbing in pain all the way. He
literally 
lifted me up by the hair and threw me across the wooden crossbar at
the foot 
of my bed.

I grunted and clutched my belly, finally starting to get some air into
me. Then 
he doubled up the belt and lashed it right across my ass. It hurt a
lot more 
doubled up then it had before, and I sobbed and gasped in pain as it
whipped 
down repeatedly.

As I got air back into me I cried out louder, begging him to stop, but
you know 
what, that damned hairbrush, even after all that, was still embedded
in my 
tight, tight pussy, and it was wiggling and shaking at him as he
whipped my 
ass, and driving him to a feverish pitch of fury and horniness.
The more he whipped my ass the more it jerked and jumped. The more my 
ass jerked and jumped the more the hairbrush shook and bounced. The
more 
the hairbrush moved around the harder his cock got. And the harder his
cock 
got the angrier my father became.

Finally he stepped forward and grabbed the hairbrush to rip it out of
my pussy. 
I felt his hand on it, and then it was like his hand was trembling,
and the brush 
kind of twisted inside me. He pulled it backwards, but my pussy was
really 
clutching it tight, and just as he had it almost all the way out he
paused and 
then thrust it home again.

"Bloody whore!" he snarled, his voice shaking. "Is this what you
like!? Is this 
what kind of girl you are!?"

He jerked the thing back, then thrust it deep again, then again, then
again, 
fucking me with the hairbrush handle. He was cursing me, and
pretending that 
he was fucking me with the handle as a punishment, but even then I
knew, I 
just knew that he was doing it because it turned him on, because it
made him 
hot and hard to fuck my tight pussy with the handle of the hairbrush.

And I didn't mind, because though it hurt it didn't hurt anything like
what the 
belt did, and any respite from the beating was welcomed. But as he
raped my 
pussy with the hairbrush handle, and pretended that it was a
punishment, it 
suddenly hit my dazed mind that he was just like me.

I mean, he needed to make excuses, needed to pretend, needed to be the

righteous good man, but at the same time get his jollies from my lush
naked 
flesh.

He started slapping my ass with his bare hand as he fucked me with the

hairbrush. He snarled and cursed at me, calling me whore and slut, but
when 
he paused in his spanking he let his hand lay across my hot, red ass
cheeks, 
and left his other hand on the hairbrush so the side of his fist was
pressed 
against my juicy wet pussy.

"Are you sorry before God for your filthy behaviour!?"

"Ye...y...yes, da...daddy," I sobbed.

He pulled the hairbrush back slowly, and then pushed it back in.

"I think your problem is the problem of all females," he muttered.

He pulled the hairbrush out of me and then I felt his hand on my
pussy, 
cupping and squeezing it.

"This is the problem," he said. "This is the devil's playground. It
controls your 
thoughts and your actions. It makes you behave like a wanton tramp
because 
it wants satisfying."

His hand was squeezing and kneading my damp pussy as he talked, and I 
was sniffling and rubbing my face and feeling stranger and stranger. I
mean, 
ever since I'd discovered sex I'd been fantasizing about men seeing my
naked 
body and getting hot and horny, and now I was naked and bent over with
a 
man fondling the most private and secret and sensitive part of my
anatomy.

Okay, yes, it was my own father. But he sure wasn't acting like a
father 
should. No father should be groping and squeezing his daughter's pussy
like 
he was doing.


And maybe...maybe because I couldn't see him, maybe I fantasised a
little 
that it was someone else, some big nasty man who had ripped my clothes
off 
and beaten me as a prelude to rape.

And maybe...maybe because he couldn't see my face, because, like when 
he'd come in the room all he could see were my slim, wonderfully
contoured 
legs, my perfect round ass, and my soft, seeping, golden furred pussy,
maybe 
Daddy kind of forgot who it was here as well, kind of forgot it was
his daughter 
and not some hot piece of ass.

Neither one of us forgot really, of course. It was just that at the
moment I 
welcomed his hand. I would've welcomed anything other than the belt,
for my 
whole back and ass and even my belly and most especially my boobs were

aching and throbbing from its touch.

And as for Daddy, I guess he managed to somehow argue his way around
the 
fact that I was his little girl and pretend that was he was doing was
right for 
me, that it would help me somehow. I don't know. I can't read minds.
All I 
know is even as he squeezed and rubbed my pussy, and told me how it
was 
the source of all evil, I heard his zipper going down.

I felt his cock pressing against my thigh. I knew what it was right
away. It was 
too soft, and yet too hard. It sure wasn't his finger. It rubbed
against my inner 
thigh as he squeezed my pussy, and his cursing about how my pussy was
the 
source of the devil and had to be satisfied became strained mutters.

I felt the head of his prick press against my pussy and rub softly up
and down 
the cleft. I started to get the stunned, shocked idea that maybe
he'd...maybe 
he would...but surely he wouldn't...

Then the pressure grew, and he sank it through my pussy lips, forcing
them 
aside, forcing them wider and wider. I gasped in pain, for I'd just
busted my 
cherry with the handle of the brush, and that handle was the only
thing that'd 
ever gone into me.

His cock was a lot thicker than the handle, and it was straining my
pussy 
wider and wider as he slowly forced it into me.

"Ooohh! OoH! Uhhhg! Daddy! Daadddyyy!" I whined.

"Filthy whore! You have to learn," he gasped between clenched teeth.
"I'll...I'll 
teach you...I'll...Uhhhg!"

His cock thrust in sharply, driving several inches further into my
tight pussy 
tunnel, going further than the hair brush had and opening up the soft
flesh 
deep inside my cunt. I could only moan and clutch the sheets as my
pussy 
burned with pain and a crackling sexual fire.

I felt his throbbing manhood driving even deeper, and felt my belly
churning 
and chewing on it as it slid deep inside me. I was amazed at how deep
it was 
going, and shuddered in uncontrollable heat and lust. I had a real
cock way up 
in my puss and I felt my body glorying in it.

He jerked back, and his pussy tore along my flesh, then he thrust in
harder 
and his cock was buried in my twat, his groin mashed against my
aching, 
bruised buttocks. He slapped my ass, making me cry out in pain, then
ran his 
hands up and down my body with feverish haste, clutching and squeezing
as 
he ground his hips against me.

"You need this, slut!" he snarled. "You need a man up your belly! You
filthy 
whores can't get by in life without plenty of cock meat inside you!"

He jerked his hips back, tearing his big cock back down my sore pussy
tunnel, 
then thrust in hard, driving his cock balls-deep once again. I groaned
and 
trembled, the heat of pleasure and the heat of pain mixing together
inside me 
and melding seamlessly.

As he started to fuck me I lost track of what was pleasure and what
was pain. 
I couldn't tell the difference any more. My body was burning up, and
my mind 
was flooded with fiery heat.

He slammed into me hard, making the bed shake and rattle as he
hammered 
his loins into my upturned buttocks. He showered me with cruel and
vicious 
insults, calling me foul and horrible names as he raped me. His cock
was a 
triphammer, slamming up and down inside me, the head punching against
my 
cervix on every stroke.

Fire flashed across my mind and I came, powerfully. Convulsions
wracked my 
body as floods of sexual gratification poured over me. My body heaved
and 
my guts twisted as the orgasm went on and on.

Finally it eased, and I whimpered exhaustedly, yet my father's
hardness kept 
pounding into my belly. His hips kept smashing into my buttocks. His
hands 
kept roaming my body, squeezing and kneading every inch of flesh
within his 
reach.

He slid his hands under my chest and groped my breasts, his fingers
sinking 
deeply into the soft, tender meat, squeezing and mashing them
together, 
groaning as he pinched and pulled at my nipples and crushed my titties

between his fingers.

I felt myself heaving, then came again. A blinding orgasm ripped
through my 
body without warning, and I choked and gurgled insanely, my mind
tossing 
and turning, twisting and bobbing in the relentless flooding sexual
ecstasy that 
was pouring into me.

I'd never felt a come anywhere near as powerful, and was shocked and 
intoxicated by the massive, quaking climax. My mind spun and my body 
locked tightly, trembling like a leaf in a high wind. I couldn't
breath, couldn't 
think. 



Then I dropped out of it, gulping in air to ease the burning in my
chest. I was 
still shaking and jerking furiously under my father's furious pounding
rape. He 
clawed at my breasts as he gasped and groaned, and then I felt his
sperm 
shooting into me, waves of it pouring down my pussy tunnel and into my

womb.

I moaned and wept and whined in delirious, exhausted heat, squeezing
my 
pussy down around his prong until every last drop had been sucked down
into 
my belly.

Daddy staggered back, gasping and red-faced, shaking his head as he
slowly 
did up his pants. He stared at me, but showed no regret. I moaned
piteously 
and he glared, hardening his mind against me, refusing to admit even
to 
himself that he had done a wicked thing by raping his own daughter.

"That'll give you a taste, you little tramp," he gulped. "That's what
you're in for 
as a slut. That's exactly what you deserve too. I'm gonna...gonna make
sure 
you learn...God's truth. You're not gonna taunt men with your filthy
flesh and 
indecent thoughts no more!

"I'll see to it! Don't you worry! I'll break you of your vile and
perverted ideas! 
Even if I have to break every bone and strip every inch of flesh off
your foul 
and whorish body!"

Daddy turned and left, slamming the door behind him. I remained bent
over 
the footboard of the bed, groaning weakly, my legs still spread wide.
My ass 
ached, as did my back, and many other parts of my body, but a soft,
glowing 
satisfaction rested between my legs and deep in my belly.

After a minute or two I managed to push myself erect. I held the bed
for 
support as my rubbery legs threatened to fold up beneath me, then
reached a 
hand down between my legs. I slid two fingers into my pussy hole and
spread 
my lips, groaning as I felt my father's sperm oozing out.  end 


DRUGGED BABYSITTER


Amy felt a little fuzzy headed for some reason. She was sort of
sleepy, yet at 
the same time felt a strange kind of heat and energy. 

She was sitting, slumping really, on the Anderson's couch watching MTV
on 
their big screen TV, babysitting their rotten kid, Josh, who'd
thankfully gone to 
bed without arguing tonight. It wasn't great work but it was all the
could get 
that allowed her to study at the same time. 

Unfortunately, by the time she'd gotten the kid to bed and was ready
to start 
studying, her eyes were too tired to read. They kept closing every
time she 
read through a couple of sentences in her Economics book. 

Economics often put her to sleep but not this early. 

She turned lengthwise on the couch, resting her head against one of
the 
armrests and closing her eyes. She sighed and wondered if she should
make 
some coffee. 

No, that was silly. She'd already had two glasses of cola that evening
and was 
into her third. Cola had plenty of caffeine in it. 

So why was she falling asleep? 

She reached out for her glass, and brought it back to herself, then
lost her grip 
and dropped the nearly full glass on her chest. She giggled for some
reason. 
Her head felt fuzzy and her eyes weren't focusing properly. 

She sang a nursery rhyme, but forgot most of the words so kept
repeating the 
same line. 

She felt herself shaking and wondered if she were sick, then she
realized that 
Mister and Mrs Anderson were home, bending over and looking at her,
and 
that Mister Anderson was shaking her arm. She giggled at how stupid
she 
was not to have known that. 

"She's been into the joy juice," Susan Anderson said with a snarl. 

"Well, how was I to know?" Her husband Jack said. 

"I told you to make sure it wasn't in the fridge, you dumb bastard. Of
course 
she'd have some. We told her to take what she wanted and it looks like
cola." 

"How much do you think she had?" 

"Too much, and it looks like she's spilled it all over herself too." 

"What do we do?" 

"I'll take her upstairs and clean her up. You get rid of that shit and
clean up the 
Goddam couch." 

Amy heard the conversation, though she didn't make out many of the
words. 
She blinked her eyes and sighed, feeling good as she snuggled into the

couch. But something was pulling her up and she realized it was Mrs. 
Anderson. 

"Come on, honey, let's go upstairs," she said. 

"Huhhmmmm?" Amy groaned. 

"Help me up with her," Susan grunted, pulling the girl into a sitting
position. 
Jack gripped her other arm and the two lifted her to her feet. Susan
pulled her 
arm across her shoulders and led her to the stairs as Amy tried to
sing the 
nursery rhyme again. 
"Check on Josh," Susan called over her shoulder. 

"Right." 

She half carried the girl up to the master bathroom and inside, then
sat her 
down on the closed toilet. Her fingers nimbly unfastened the redhead's
shirt 
and pulled it over her shoulders. Her bra was soaked through as well
so 
Susan removed that. 

"You would have to be wearing white," she muttered, looking down at
the 
stain on Amy's pants. she undid the button, then lifted the girl to
her feet and 
tugged the sweatpants down her hips, taking her panties with them. She
let 
Amy sit back on the toilet as she took her clothes down the hall and
shoved 
them into Jack's arms. 

"Josh is fine, he's sound asleep," Jack said. 

"Here, wash these," she said, still scowling. 

"I'm sorry. I forgot," he shrugged. 

She went back into the bathroom to find Amy on her feet. The dazed
redhead 
was leaning forward over the counter, staring at herself in the
mirror. As 
Susan watched her face got closer and closer until her nose was almost

pressed against the glass. The red headed teenager's hands were on the

counter to prop her up and her legs had spread apart to balance
herself 
better. 

Susan caught her breath and groaned weakly. She'd had the hots for Amy

since she'd first set eyes on the willowy young girl last year,
attracted by her 
long, coltish legs and her high round breasts, breasts that seemed to
have 
grown larger in the intervening months. 

She had always been bisexual and she and her husband had had many two 
on ones. They were swingers, and often as not she fucked both man and 
woman when they traded partners. 

She'd fantasised about seducing Amy but hadn't done anything to bring
it 
about, partly because she didn't want to risk scaring off a
babysitter. 
Babysitters were hard to find, especially good, reliable ones like
Amy. 

But Jesus! How much temptation was she expected to bear? The girl's
cunt 
was sticking out so open and exposed. It was so beautiful too, a tiny
slit in a 
soft mound with a nice dusting of dark coppery hair. It ached to be
sucked. 
The girl's ass was gorgeous too, all round and tight and firm looking.


She swallowed and moved up beside the girl, looking at her in the
mirror. She 
caught her breath at the reflected sight of Amy's breasts. Even
leaning over 
they hardly changed position at all, sticking straight out from her
chest. Her 
little nipples were hard from the cool of the air-conditioned room and
it was all 
Susan could do to keep herself from grabbing them and starting to
suck. 

"Hello, Amy," she said. "How are you feeling?" 

"I'm naked,," Amy said, sounding confused but not very bothered. 

"You spilled something on yourself. We put them in the washer." 

"Oh." 

"How do you feel?" 

"Okay... I guess." She blinked several times at herself in the mirror.
Susan's 
eyes shifted from the girl's tits to her ass and pussy and she licked
her lips 
anxiously. Amy had thick, straight hair that fell mid-way down her
back. Right 
now it had fallen forward over her shoulders and was partly covering
her 
breasts. Susan reached out a tentative hand and brushed back some of
it, 
pulling it behind the girl so her breasts were exposed completely. 

"Should I be naked?" Amy asked in confusion. 

"Your clothes are in the washer," Susan reminded her. 

"Oh yeah." She paused for a few seconds. "How come your clothes aren't
in 
the washer?" 

Susan closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and looked grimly at
the 
naked teenager. She reached behind her and unhooked her dress, then 
shrugged it forward, letting it drop down to the floor. She stepped
out of it, 
then quickly removed her bra and panties. Naked, she stood behind Amy,
her 
hands going to the girl's shoulders, kneading and massaging them. 

"That feels nice," Amy sighed. 

"You're a very pretty girl, Amy," Susan said, her voice husky. 

"I know," Amy sighed. 

Susan pulled her back upright and turned her around. The girl stared
at her 
nakedness without reaction. Susan swallowed, then slid her hands into
the 
mass of copper colored hair and gazed into the glassy eyes. She pulled
Amy's 
face forward and pressed her lips against her. 

Amy didn't react at first, then began to kiss back, perhaps
instinctively. Susan 
dipped her tongue between the teenager's lips and slid it around
inside her 
mouth. Her hands went around Amy's body and pulled her in tightly as
her 
kiss became more hungry. She groaned as she felt the girl's firm
breasts 
squash up against her own small mammaries. 

Her hands slid down onto Amy's buttocks and she squeezed them,
glorying in 
the softness and the smoothness of the white flesh. 


Amy was swaying a little and, as the force and passion of Susan's
kisses 
grew, began to pull back in alarm. Susan wasn't willing to let her go,
tightening 
her hold on the slender teen and stabbing her tongue into her mouth. 

Amy wriggled against her and Susan shifted her grip, her left hand
coming up 
and grabbing a chunk of blond hair, her right sliding up and cupping
the 
teenager's left breast as she pushed her back against the counter. 

"Wa... wait," Amy gasped. "S... stop!" 

Susan couldn't, she was too hot. She kneaded the girl's full young
breast, her 
body pressing the redhead backwards over the counter, her hand forcing
the 
girl's head up and back, holding it in place as her tongue shot into
her mouth 
again and again. 

Amy's mind was a blurred mass of disarray. She was disoriented, not
sure 
what was going on or even where she was. She reached behind her,
trying to 
pry the woman's hand from her hair, gasping for breath as she pulled
her 
mouth free. 

Susan bent and slid her lips over Amy's left breast, both her hands
kneading 
and squeezing the soft young mammaries as she sucked and licked on the

nipple. Amy shook her head and tried to clear her mind. She saw Susan 
sucking on her nipple and knew she should push her away, but the
woman's 
hands and tongue felt good on her boobs. 

What was going on anyway, she wondered. 

Susan slid a hand down to the girl's cunt and squeezed it, sighing in 
happiness at the feel of it. She pressed her fingers between the tight
little 
pussy lips and rubbed up and down against Amy's clitty. 

Amy felt pleasure seeping into her body as she swayed there in
confusion. 
She was half sitting on the edge of the counter, her legs spread as
the older 
woman licked on her nipples and rubbed her pussy. She didn't
understand 
why she was naked, or why Susan was naked, or what Susan was doing. It

felt nice, but somehow she knew it was wrong. 

Perhaps it was all the dates she'd had the last few years where boys
had put 
their hands on her breasts and between her legs and she'd shoved them
off. 

Sometimes it had felt good too, but she'd still shoved them off. Yet
for some 
reason, she hesitated now, though she didn't know why. 

Mrs Anderson was a girl, she thought in bewilderment. What was she
doing 
anyway? 

Her pussy was feeling very hot and her nipples were... sooo hard... so
hard 
they ached, so hard they hurt. She shoved at the older woman, her
hands 
trying feebly to push her away from her aching nipples. 

Susan clung tightly to her, her tongue whipping across the outraged
tit knob, 
her teeth chewing and gnawing on the flesh, her mouth sucking on it.
She 
stroked her fingers rapidly across the teenager's clitty, feeling a
wetness 
seeping out of the aroused cunt slit. 

Amy's nipples stung they were so hard, and her cunt was buzzing with
an 
incredibly frustrating itch, all hot and wet and uncomfortable. Her
body was 
enveloped in a warm haze and she felt herself losing control of her
muscles. 
She shoved again at Mrs Anderson. 

"Nooooo," she gasped. "Noooo. S... stop!" 
She shoved hard and knocked the woman back against the opposite wall. 
She staggered towards the door to escape her but Susan jumped quickly 
back coming behind her. She jammed her hand in under the stumbling red

headed girl's buttocks and grabbed her pussy, squeezing it hard. 

Amy cried out, her body hitting the door as she staggered under the
sudden 
blow of pleasure and pain. She clawed at the door in mindless
delirium, her 
body thrumming with crackling electricity. She opened her mouth to cry
out 
again but could not gain the breath for it. 

Susan squeezed again, harder, squeezed over and over again, mashing
her 
fingers into the girls' soft, pulpy cunt mound. Amy gave a low
quivering moan 
and arched her back, grinding her pussy back and down on Susan's hand.

She threw her head back so far her dark red hair brushed against her
ass 
cheeks, and jerked repeatedly as she was hammered by bolts of powerful

pleasure. 

"That's it, little one," Susan purred. "Feel it. Feel it. Feel the
pleasure. I can do 
much more for you." 

She pressed her body against Amy, her other hand sliding around the 
trembling, shaking redhead and sliding down between her legs. She
ground 
her thumb down on Amy's clitty as she kneaded her cunt flesh and Amy
wept 
in pleasure and ecstasy, her eyes unseeing as she jerked her ass back 
against Susan. 

Susan pulled the hapless redhead back from the door and opened it,
then led 
her, an arm around her waist, down the hall to the master bedroom. She

pushed her or perhaps let her fall on the bed, then knelt between her
legs, 
gripping them and pulling them apart. She stared into the moist little
cunt 
opening and licked her lips in anticipation, then bent and began to
lick. 

Amy's breathing evened out and soon she was looking down at Susan with

the same dazed bewilderment as before. 

"Wha... what... what are... you doing?" she gulped. 

"I'm sucking your hot little pussy," Susan said. 

Amy stared at her in surprise, trying to match the words with
something in her 
memory. Susan continued to lick at her snatch, sliding her tongue
against her 
clitty as she slowly wriggled a finger into the fuck pipe. 

"Oh... oh... Oohhhhhh," the girl moaned. 

"That's right baby," Susan whispered. 

She pushed her finger deeper, amazed at how tight she was. Surely she 
couldn't be... but she was.. a virgin. Susan was amazed. She was sure
the girl 
had been fucking before. What was wrong with the boys in her school 
anyway? Were they all idiots? 

The door opened and Jack walked in. 

"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes widening at the sight. He closed
the door 
and moved over to the bed, his eyes running over the nubile red headed
girl 
as she wriggled on the bed. 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. 


Susan gave him a sour look, then locked thumb and forefinger around
Amy's 
clit and ground them together. Amy's wriggling became writhing and her
head 
thrashed from side to side as she began to gasp for breath. 

"That's not what I meant," he grinned. 

"Watch her cum," Susan said, grinding again, stuffing two fingers down
the 
girls' slot and pumping rapidly. Jack sat down on the edge of the bed
and slid 
a hand onto Amy's right breast, rolling the nipple as the redhead
grunted and 
moaned and ground her ass into the bed. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! Nungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UUuuuunnghhhh!" she 
groaned, arching her back as her body was flooded with sexual ecstasy.
Her 
body bounced and shook and heaved as she blew through the orgasmic 
storm, then she fell limp again, panting for breath. 

"Very responsive, isn't she?" 

"So far," Susan said. She looked up at him and locked eyes. "She's a
virgin." 

He grinned and began undoing his pants. Susan bent over the girl's
pussy 
and began licking again. 

Amy groaned, her legs shifting on the bed, bare toes opening and
closing. 
She raised an arm, then it fell back to the bed. She tried to sit up,
getting her 
head and shoulders up, but then fell back. 

Jack stripped naked as he watched his wife eating out the pretty
little redhead. 
He could hardly wait to get at that cherry pie and his cock was
hardening with 
eager anticipation. 

Amy turned her head and saw him, realizing with some confusion, that
he too 
was now naked. She saw his cock then and giggled, because it looked so

funny sticking out like that all red and hard. 

Anderson crawled into bed and his wife moved out of the way as he got 
between Amy's legs. Amy looked down at him and watched as he pressed
his 
hard cockhead against her wet fuck entrance. Some spark of realization
hit 
her and she tried to wriggle away. 


"No! Don't!" she gasped, half turning onto her side and trying to
crawl away. 
Susan and Jack both grabbed her, pushing her back onto her back. Jack 
grabbed her leg and Susan gripped her flailing arms, pressing them
down. 
She pulled her hands up above her head and pushed them back against
the 
bed above her. 

Amy whimpered in fright, jerking and shaking, writhing in their grasp
as she 
tried to pull away from the angry looking red organ that was pointing
at her 
sex. 

"It's okay now, honey," Jack said soothingly. 

"Don't worry, baby, it'll feel so good inside you," Susan cooed,
stroking Amy's 
breasts. 

"No.! No!" Amy cried, the words triggering more fright. That big, ugly
thing 
couldn't go into her. It would kill her! 

She thrashed desperately but the two adults held her in place as Jack
pressed 
his knob against her slit and pushed it in. Her oiled pussy lips
opened and 
accepted the hard invader and he groaned at how tight she was inside. 
Amy whimpered in fear, soothed not at all by Susan's cooing and
whispering. 
Finally the woman locked her lips over Amy's mouth and kissed her hard
long 
and deep. Amy's whining was muffled as Jack fed her more cock. 

He felt an obstruction inside her and cursed in happiness, then
increased the 
pressure. Amy's legs thrashed on the bed and he grabbed them, lifting
them 
and pushing them back, shoving them wide so her knees were pressed
into 
the bed on either side of her. 

Her ass was raised high and Jack thrust into her, smashing through her
cherry 
and burying his tool in her tight, sucking fuck- hole. 

Amy screamed into Susan's mouth, tears trickling down the side of her
face 
as she felt herself impaled on the hard thick tool. She shuddered in
fear and 
pain, moaning to herself. 

Susan pulled her mouth free and licked the tears off. 



"All gone, honey," she said. "It won't hurt any more. Your cherry is
gone and 
now you can have fun fucking. You'll see. It'll feel so good you won't
want to 
stop." 

Amy whimpered but didn't stop weeping until the pain faded completely.
Jack 
let her legs down, though he kept ahold of them, kept them wide as he
began 
to slowly pump into the girl's fuck- tunnel. Susan rained kisses on
Amy's face, 
then slid her tongue down onto her right breast and nipple, slurping
and 
sucking on it. 

She rubbed and squeezed both nipples, shifting her mouth from one to
the 
other as Jack fucked her with steadily increasing speed and force.
Soon Amy 
was sighing in pleasure again, the pain totally forgotten as her body 
responded to its first fuck. 

She mewled in helpless pleasure, and Susan backed away, letting Jack
fall 
onto the girl, letting her feel a man's body on her for the first
time. He kissed 
her, his tongue sliding through her lips as his hands kneaded her
breasts. He 
slid both hands down under her to cup her ass, then fucked steadily,
harder 
and harder. 

Amy grunted and moaned, gasping and whimpering in pleasure. Jack's
cock 
drove into her with hard thrusts, making her gasp with each stroke.
Her legs 
jerked and flopped on the bed as she tentatively brought her arms
around him 
and started kissing him back. 

She came, jerking and shaking and babbling incoherently, her body
heaving 
and wriggling as it was torn by a deep shattering climax. Her cunt
spasmed 
around Jack's cock and almost made him cum, but by a superhuman effort
he 
held back. 

Amy groaned and went limp again. Susan laughed and ran her fingers 
through the soft red hair. 

"Wasn't that nice?" she whispered. 

She watched as her husband fucked the girl, then tapped his shoulder, 
motioning him back. He pulled back up onto his knees, his cock still
sliding in 
and out of the moaning girl. Susan threw her leg across Amy's head and

straddled her face, then lowered her snatch. 

She felt the girl's face against her cunt, then Amy's hands on her
buttocks as 
the redhead tried to push her off. 

"Suck me, Amy," she said. "Suck my pussy. Suck me just like I sucked
you. 
Remember how I licked you? Remember how I pushed my tongue on your 
clitty? Lick me, Amy. Lick me!" 

Amy's mind could remember very little, but she did remember how the
woman 
had wriggled her tongue around against her sex, and staring at the
brown 
fringed slit an inch from her face she tried to decide what to do.
Susan 
lowered her face onto Amy's mouth and the redhead pushed her tongue
out, 
sticking it through the tight lips. 

"Yessssssds! Lick it! Lick it!" Susan gasped. 

Surprised, Amy began to lick on the slit, pushing it inside as much as
she 
could and running it up and down between the cunt lips. She didn't
have much 
technique, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She couldn't see
Susan's 
face but could hear her groaning in happiness, urging her on, telling
her she 
was doing right. Amy liked to make people happy and licked faster. 

Remembering about how good it had felt when Susan had licked her
clitty, 
she searched for it then began to concentrate her attention there.
Susan 
groaned in pleasure, her hands going down onto Amy's fat breasts and 
squeezing them. 

She and Jack both leaned forward and kissed passionately. Jack bucked
his 
hips forward faster, turned on beyond all control by the sight of his
wife riding 
the red-headed teen's face. He threw his cock into the redhead with
wild 
abandon, twirling tongues with Susan. 

He blew his wad inside the tight pussy just as Amy began to bounce up
and 
down again. He continued to pump, his finger going down and rubbing
her 
clitty as he rammed his cock into her guts. Amy made wild noises down 
between Susan's lips but kept licking. Seconds later Susan came as
well, 
rocking back and forth on Amy's face as her eyes rolled up and her
back 
arched in pleasure. 

Hours passed. They changed positions rapidly, and somehow the multiple

orgasms sobered the girl up, probably by sweating and draining the
drug from 
her system. 
Yet as she became more coherent, more rational, she made no effort to 
escape the lustful couplings the other two were performing with her. 

She learned how to suck cocks, and even deep throat them. She learned
how 
to expertly suck pussy. Susan fist fucked her to an orgasm so powerful
she 
lost consciousness. 

When she woke, she was on her belly. Susan knelt beside her holding
her 
hand. She felt Jack's hands on the small of her back and felt a
strange 
fullness in her ass, realizing after some puzzlement, that he had his
cock 
buried in her rectum. 

She felt terribly embarrassed at that but her embarrassment soon gave
way to 
delight as Jack pounded his cock up her ass with furious strokes that
dragged 
her into yet another orgasm. 

It was not a night she ever would have wished upon herself, or even
her worst 
enemy, yet it was not a night she would ever forget, or would ever
want to.     



TRACY: BEATEN, BROKEN, AND RAPED

Tracy walked quickly down the hall. Her last class was over, and she
wanted 
to get home and get ready for her date tonight. Rob Hunter had asked
her out, 
and he was one dynamite, cool, sexy guy.

She reached her locker and shoved her books inside. She had no
intention of 
studying tonight. She slammed the locker and hurried down the hall to
the 
west stairwell, then trotted down the stairs.

It wasn't like she didn't have plenty of dates, of course. Tracy was
one of the 
more popular girls in high school, at least among the guys. That might
have 
had something to do with her long, silky brown hair, her pretty
rounded face, 
or her high, firm, full breasts, but she preferred to think it was her
personality.

Well, okay, she admitted to herself. The guys all wanted to get her
hands into 
her thirty-eight D cups and fondle her melons, but she was sure they
also had 
a good deal of interest in her as a person.


Anyway, she was sure Rob did. He had been wasting his time with that
slag 
Kelly Moore, and had obviously realized there was more to life than
cheap 
bimbos in tight pants and bad dye jobs. Now he was looking to step up
in the 
world.

He was a little dangerous, but that only made him seem more sexy to
her. 
She was sure she could handle whatever he did. They weren't going 
anywhere but to a movie anyway.

She was already running through her mind what she should wear, even 
though she'd decided, and decided again several times already. She
looked 
good in almost anything, but wanted to look special.

She was wearing jeans and a bright red shirt just then, but still
looked 
fabulous, her brown hair spilling over the shoulders and her firm
breasts 
pressing the fabric out tautly.

She pushed through the doors and outside, emerging in back of the
school 
right near the gym. All she had to do was cut across the yard and out
through 
the fence, and her house was two blocks down.
"Hey, bitch!"

Oh shit, she thought, her heart sinking as Kelly Moore stepped out in
front of 
her.

"Get lost," she frowned.

"I ain't getting lost, bitch. I wanna talk to you!" 

She jabbed her finger against Tracy's chest and Tracy slapped her hand

away.

There were suddenly half a dozen girls around her, and none looked
very 
friendly. Tracy swallowed anxiously, her head turning from side to
side.

"I'm in a hurry," she said.

"Why?" one of them demanded.

"You in a hurry to meet with my boyfriend?!" Kelly demanded.

"He's not your boyfriend. He broke up with you," Tracy protested.

"He's my fucking boyfriend until I say different, bitch!"

"You don't own him!"

"He's my boyfriend, bitch, an' you better lay off!" Kelly growled,
grabbing the 
front of Tracy's shirt and jerking her up onto her toes.

"Let go of me!" Tracy demanded, shoving at her.

She broke free, and looked down to make sure her shirt hadn't been
torn.

"I mean it, bitch," Kelly growled.

"If he was your boyfriend he wouldn't have asked me out! Now would
he!" 
Tracy sneered.

"You wave your big tits around in his face any guy's gonna try and
grab 
some," one of the other girls glared.

"I don't wave anything!" Tracy exclaimed.

"Yeah, fat fucking chance!" another girl said, shoving her from
behind.

"Lay off!" Tracy cried, shoving at another of the girls.

"Fucking whore! Think you can go around and steal girls' boyfriends
just 
because of your fat tits!?"

"I don't!"

Another girl shoved her from behind and she stumbled into another who 
shoved her back again.

"Lay off!" she shouted again.

She slapped at one of the girls, and another grabbed her hair from
behind and 
yanked it painfully, almost pulling her off her feet. She screamed and
whipped 
her arm around, knocking the girl's hand loose.

Tracy whirled around in fear. She could see that nobody was going to 
intervene, especially since several of the girls' boyfriends were
standing 
nearby smirking. She tried to push her way through them but another
hand 
reached out and grabbed her long hair, yanking back so hard she almost
fell.

In anger and fear she attacked Kelly, clawing at her face. They
twisted 
together, pulling at each other's hair until someone tripped her.
Tracy fell, but 
quickly scrambled back up. Just as she did Kelly's fist lashed out and
caught 
her under the chin.

She staggered back, more shocked than anything else. She'd never been 
punched before, except half-heartedly in the arm or something. Then a
black 
girl came up behind her and slammed a text book down across the top of
her 
head.

Again she staggered, crying out in pain as the other girls laughed at
her. Kelly 
slammed her fist into her right breast, and Tracy cried out again,
swinging at 
her. Then someone kicked her in the back of the leg behind the knee.

She fell, crying out in pain as her elbows smacked into the hard
pavement. 
Someone grabbed her hair and she screamed as she was dragged 
backwards along the pavement, rolling onto her stomach as she clawed
at 
their hands.

They let go, cursing, and she scrambled to her feet again. Someone
came at 
her, a girl with spiky hair, and she clawed at her. Someone grabbed
Tracy's 
collar, yanking her back hard, and ripping her shirt halfway down the
back.

She spun into another girl, who grabbed her and turned her around.
Then 
another girl helped the first as they pulled her arms behind her.
Kelly came up 
and slapped her face hard, then punched her, rocking her head back.

Kelly drew her arm back and slammed her fist into Tracy's belly, and
Tracy 
gasped and choked in pain. She kicked at the blonde, shoving her back,
and 
twisted against the two girls holding her. One jerked her hair back
hard, and 
the other grabbed her shirt, ripping it still further.

Someone kicked her in the crotch then and she gasped in nausea and
pain 
She could not break the hold the girls had on her, so she unable to
defend 
herself.

Dazed, bleeding, and completely and utterly helpless, Tracy could do
nothing 
but watch as a second girl drew her leg back and, like a soccer play,
slammed 
another kick up between Tracy's legs, this one lifting the helpless
girl several 
inches off the ground.  Within seconds, a third slammed into Tracy's
helpless 
pussy, this time from behind.  

By now, Tracy could not even speak, let alone scream.  A strange, and 
tortured gurgling sound was all she could make as  she was again
kicked 
between her helpless legs, again from behind.  This was the hardest
kick yet, 
and it drove her up and forward with such stength she was thrown free
of the 
girls holding her only to fall to the ground. One of the girls still
had a piece of 
her shirt, and ripped it free.

Another grabbed the front of her ragged shirt and pulled hard. The
buttons 
popped off as it was ripped open to the waist, and the girls laughed
and 
snickered, their boyfriends laughing in delight as Tracy tried to pull
together 
her torn blouse.

One of the girls grabbed the back of it and ripped a big chunk off,
then 
another ripped her sleeve and part of the rest off. Tracy stumbled to
her feet, 
clutching one arm against her chest, pinning the remnants of the
blouse there.
But then she felt hands clawing at her bra strap and jerked her arm
back, 
trying to twist away. The other girls moved in on her, laughing in
cruel delight, 
tearing the last piece of her blouse away and ripping her bra free as
well.

A hand jerked her hair back hard and another fist slammed into her
bare belly.  
Then one in her ribs, another inher armpit, then two almost
simeltaneously 
buried themselves in her belly, one just above her left hip, and
another just 
inches above her pubic bone. 

She collapsed to her knees and a kick caught her in the side, tossing
her 
down hard. Another foot slammed into her behind, then as she rolled
weakly 
onto her side another hit her in the guts.

She was thrown sideways, gasping and moaning as she rolled, still
trying to 
cover her breasts with her arms as the girls surrounded her, laughing
and 
taunting.

"Let's see your big tits, slut!"

"She sure likes showing off!"
"Filthy whore! Jiggle your fat tits at us!"

Tracy held her arms folded across her chest as she slowly pushed
herself to 
her feet, but someone grabbed her hair again, jerking her head back so
hard 
she screamed in agony, her hands shooting up and back, exposing her 
breasts.

Hands grabbed at them, clawing and squeezing hard and cruelly.
Fingernails 
dug into the soft flesh as they laughed at her cries, tearing and
pulling at her 
breasts, slapping and pinching them as she slapped blindly at them,
unable to 
even see them because her head was forced so far back.

"Grab her hands! Grab her hands!"

Her arms were grabbed and pulled down and behind her, and her hair was

released. Kelly punched her in the mouth and her head rocked back
again as 
she tasted blood.  Fists buried themselves in her tits, one after the
other.  
Kelly very deliberately landed two more hard puches to Tracy's face.
Then 
she carefully drew her fist back and punched her in the belly, once,
twice, 
three times.
Each time Tracy gasped in pain and sickness, her legs going rubbery
and her 
guts twisting. After the third time she was sure she was going to be
sick. 

Then Kelly turned to the rest and said something, which they laughed
at. 
Tracy couldn't make it out. Her head was roaring and she was dazed and

filled with pain.

Kelly's knee slammed up into her groin once, twice, three times, each
one 
lifting her off her feet, then the girls let go of her arms, flinging
her to the 
pavement again. She barely caught herself before her chin would have
struck 
the ground, gasping with pain, her mind reeling.

A foot hit her side and spun her across the pavement amid the laughter
and 
jeers. Someone grabbed the front of her pants, rapidly undoing them.
She 
batted at them feebly but the girl shouted in triumph and jerked back.

Tracy felt her pants ripped down her legs. The girl pulled hard, and
Tracy's 
legs were lifted into the air only to drop back to the pavement as the
pants 
tore free of her feet. Her tennis shoes flew off, torn free by her
jeans, and she 
lay there groaning in shame and misery and pain and nausea, trying to
pull 
into a fetal position.
Another girl grabbed her string bikini panties and tore them free.
They 
surrounded her, jeering and hooting as the now completely naked
brunette 
sobbed in terror and pain, trying to curl into a ball.

But someone grabbed her thick hair and yanked hard, twisting her out
of her 
ball and dragging her several feet across the pavement before letting
it go.

"Let me help you up," she heard.

Someone grabbed at her wrist and pulled. She screamed for the same
person 
was standing on her hair. The girl pulled and pulled, and the other
girls 
laughed and sniggered as Tracy sobbed in agony.

The girl let her drop back and stepped off her hair but another,
Kelly, moved 
forward. Tracy rolled slowly onto her side, sobbing and moaning. Kelly

reached down and pulled her long hair into a single tail, then stepped
carefully 
on her right breast, which was pressed against the pavement.

She yanked hard, and Tracy shrieked in agony, her head forced up and
to the 
side, almost lifting her body by the force Kelly was exerting on her
hair. At the 
same time Kelly was letting almost all of her weight squash down the
soft, 
malleable breast she had her foot on, grinding it against the pavement
as she 
pulled up on Tracy's hair.

Someone kicked her in the back, but she almost ignored it because of
the 
intensity of the agony in her scalp and breast. She slapped and
punched 
desperately at Kelly's leg and the blonde shifted off and let her hair
go.

She was dragged to her feet by two other girls, her head pulled back.
Kelly 
punched her full in the mouth again, and again, and then a third time
but she 
only groaned, too dazed to even resist as each punch snapped her head 
back.  The other girls struggled to hold her up, then let her drop.
She folded 
up on the pavement, then gasped as a foot struck her side, then
another hit 
her back, then one slammed into her thigh and another struck her
between 
the breasts.

She rolled this way and that as they kicked at her. They halted, and
the 
sobbing, trembling, shaking girl slowly pushed herself up to all
fours.



A foot slammed up into her pussy, lifting her up and flinging her end
over end. 
She lay spreadeagled naked on the cold pavement, eyes glazed, arms 
moving slowly on the ground as she whimpered helplessly.

One of the girls took a running start and slammed her foot into the
hapless 
brunette's crotch. Tracy gurgled in agony, thrown onto her side. She
slowly 
reached down for her crotch, choking on the blinding pain. A foot hit
her back 
and threw her onto her belly. 

Kelly looked at her with furious eyes, then gazed around her. There
were few 
enough who came out this door, and the guys were seeing to it none of
those 
hung around much, but they weren't far from the door and one of the
teachers 
was bound to notice before too long.

She motioned to two of her friends and they came close. "You two get
her 
dressed as much as you can and take her to the woods behind the
football 
field."

They grinned nastily and nodded.

"That'll teach you to mess with other people's boyfriends," she said
aloud to 
the moaning, naked brunette.

She and most of the others moved off a bit, towards the doors, while
the two 
she had talked to, a blonde and a black girl, hurried over and
gathered up 
Tracy's pants, shoes and the remnants of her blouse. They got her
pants on 
and jammed her shoes onto her feet, then tied the rags into a form of
halter 
and tied them around her chest.

Her bra and panties were ripped and useless for anything, and anyway,
they 
were only interested in appearances. They dragged the dazed girl to
her feet 
and half led, half carried her across the yard towards the football
field.

No doubt anyone watching would think the beating was over, and that
the two 
girls were taking Tracy home. Kelly had other ideas. She and the rest
of her 
friends moved off in a roundabout way towards the woods to meet up
with the 
others.

Ten minutes later they were waiting safely out of sight when the two
girls led 
the still dazed brunette into their midst. 

She had tried to pull away from them a couple of times but met with a
flurry of 
quick jabs to the gut and ribs that halted her resistance.

"Strip her," Kelly grinned.

The brunette was quickly stripped naked again and flung down on the
grass 
and weeds at Kelly's feet.

Kelly had picked up a long, thin branch which lay on the grass under a
tree. It 
was springy and made a hissing sound as it cut through the air. She
moved 
towards the brunette as her friends grinned and watched. She whipped
it 
down against her back, and Tracy cried out in pain, twisting and
arching her 
back.

She whipped it down against the brunette's naked ass, and again was 
rewarded with a cry of pain, and a red line across the soft white
cheeks. The 
others all laughed in delight as Kelly whipped the springy branch down
again 
and again and again, drawing cries and sobs and squeals from the
brunette.

Tracy squirmed and rolled and twisted as the stinging blows lashed
across her 
back and buttocks and thighs. She could not evade them, though. Then
two of 
the girls raced in and grabbed her arms, dragging her up and back onto
her 
knees.

They forced her arms up behind her head and pulled her head back by
the 
hair. Tracy struggled weakly as the others laughed in gleeful
anticipation. 
Kelly moved in front of her and gazed at the heavy round breasts, then
raised 
the switch and lashed it down across one.

Tracy howled in pain, and the two girls struggled to hold her as Kelly
whipped 
the switch down again, then again, then again.

She screamed and shouted and sobbed and howled like an animal, her
body 
jerking and twisting as the switch cut across her round melons. She
finally 
broke loose, sobbing and shaking as she lay on the ground, arms
clutched 
over her aching breasts.

A foot slammed into her back, throwing her down flat on the dirt, and
she saw 
stars. 

"Who wants this piece of cunt meat?" Kelly demanded, looking at the
guys.
Every one of them had a bulging erection by now, and they looked at
each 
other. Then one stepped forward. He opened his pants and unzipped
them, 
pulling his cock out as he dropped to his knees between the moaning 
brunette's legs.

He gripped her thighs, forcing them further apart, then pressed his
cock 
against her slit. He drove forward hard and eagerly, and she sobbed
and 
moaned. She tried to sit up, to push him away, and he slapped her face
hard, 
throwing her back flat.

One of the girls stepped on her hair again as he leaned into her,
putting more 
and more weight behind his prick as it was jammed down into her tight
quim. 
She screamed suddenly and shuddered, and he groaned, and looked up.

"She was a fuckin' cherry!" he laughed.

"Bullshit!"

"That bitch?"

"Unbelievable!"

"That fuckin' whore wasn't no cherry!"

"Just a cock tease!"

"Fucking bitch!"

He forced his cock deeper, growling in lust as he grabbed at her
wounded 
breasts and squeezed hard. Her pussy was tight and dry, but he spit 
repeatedly onto his hand and rubbed it over his cock as he ripped it
in and 
out.

"This bitch is tight," he gasped.

"Fuck her, Jase!" one of the guys shouted.

"Fuck the bitch, man!" another laughed.

"Give it to her!" a third cried.

The girls watched silently, partly excited, partly in horrified
fascination, the kind 
people get at a gruesome car wreck. There was something raw and
carnal, 
something animalistic about the crude rape they were watching. It
aroused 
them even as they realized it could be them being subjected to the
abuse and 
humiliation.

They watched as he drove his cock in to the balls and ground himself
against 
her, then started pumping again. He ran his hands over her body,
squeezing 
and stroking as he grunted with effort. Then reached down and gripped
her 
legs, lifting them up and shoving them back, letting his weight come
down on 
them as he fucked down into her.

He fucked hard and fast, his hips slamming down against her soft round

buttocks, making her gasp and groan and moan with each deep stroke.
She 
sobbed miserably as the harsh fucking continued, as his cock cleaved
her 
pussy lips and pumped furiously in her tight, virginal hole and his
hips battered 
her naked buttocks.

He thrust deep and groaned as his sperm jetted out, flooding down into

Tracy's belly. He groaned in relief, feeling his cock spurt, feeling
the wads of 
jism spit into her.  Sperm blasted from his cock in huge globs.  

Each grunt, then throb, then blast of slimy jism deep inside her belly
brought a 
grunt and a pitiful whimper from Tracy.  The brutal beating she had
suffered 
made her afraid they would kill her.  A new fear was no added.  

If all of these boys raped her and pissed sperm inside of her, she
would 
almost certainly get pregnant and she'd never even know who it was
who'd 
made her pregnant.  And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

The beating had completely broken Tracy.  The group of students could
do 
anything they wanted to her, as many times as they wanted, and they
all knew 
it just as well as she did.  They could keep her here in the woods and
fuck her 
all day, and all night, if they wanted, and she could do nothing
except lie there 
with her legs spread and take it, and take it, and take it.

The guy raping her finally stopped cumming in her, and slowly eased
back, 
letting go of her legs so they dropped onto the ground beside him,
then pulling 
his cock out and standing up.


She lay on her back, hands above her head, knees raised and legs
apart, 
staring at the trees overhead, gasping and whimpering as another guy
moved 
forward. He dropped to his knees and thrust into her, and she groaned
in 
misery as she was raped again.

The second guy didn't fuck her as hard or fast, but came sooner,
dropping his 
load  up inside her, filling her again, with another chance to get
pregnant, and 
pulling back. 

A third guy approached and she whimpered and turned onto her side,
trying to 
curl into the fetal position. He put a foot on her back and shoved so
she was 
rolled onto her belly, then got down on his knees and seized her hips.

He jerked her ass upwards, forcing her onto her knees, and drove his
cock 
into her from behind. He held her hips as he pumped her, slapping her
ass 
occasionally just to make her whine louder. Again she felt the throbs,
the 
endless hard throbs, each one following by another gush of sperm into
her 
sperm-soaked womb. When he was finally done squirting in her he pulled

away and she slid all the way down onto her belly.
A fourth guy moved in, again dropping to his knees. He made no attempt
to 
turn her over or lift her up, but instead spit on his cock and pressed
it against 
her anus. She moaned anew, squirming and grabbing at weeds as the
group 
snickered and watched.

The guy forced his cock down into her asshole, drawing a wail of
misery and 
animal pain from the tormented young girl. She squirmed with new life,
but he 
held her easily as he thrust deep and buried his steely pole in her
guts.

She punched her fists at the ground, her eyes filled with tears as the
guy 
sodomized her, his cock twisting and tearing around inside her as he
clawed 
and slapped at her ass. He used hard, deep strokes, his hips making
her red 
ass cheeks jiggle. He spread her legs wide and slammed his meat down
with 
cruel force, impaling her again and again.

Then he came, pumping his jism up into the whining, moaning girl's
asshole. 
Tracy felt a new pool of slimy, sticky jism form up inside her, this
time it was 
her ass that was saturated by sperm. He let her ass milk his cock,
then sighed 
and pulled back, getting to his feet.



"Try this," one of the girls said, handing a thick chunk of wood, this
one a 
small branch that been trimmed off a nearby tree. It was far more of a
club 
than a switch, still covered in rough bark, though that was loose and
rotting, 
and coming off in her hand.

Tracy lay stretched out on her belly on the grass and dirt, sobbing
and 
moaning. Kelly approached with the club. Tracy saw her through her
tears and 
whimpered. She tried to pull herself forward across the ground as
Tracy came 
up behind her.

One of the girls stepped on her hair, though, and then Kelly, instead
of 
bringing the side of the club down against the bruised and battered
girl 
stepped between her legs, shoved one leg apart and pressed her foot
against 
it, then pressed the end of the branch against the girl's rectal
opening.

There were hoots and guffaws as the other girls and their boyfriends
looked 
on in delight at such outrageous behaviour. Tracy only moaned, then
gasped 
and squirmed as Kelly forced the rough branch into her asshole.

Tracy cried out at the sharp pain, writhing on the ground, but Kelly
kept the 
pressure on the club, which was wider than most cocks any girl would 
normally see, and forced it deeper and deeper into the brunette's
guts.

"You love showing your ass off to other people's boyfriends, slut!"
Kelly cried. 
"See how well you like getting a woody up the ass!"

She jammed it deep, and Tracy shuddered and gurgled in pain. The thick

wood twisted inside her, and she sobbed and cried out, her guts
exploding in 
pain as she twisted and ground her ass back in time to the demands of
the 
wood.

The other girl stepped off her hair, and Kelly found she could control
the 
movements of the girl, make her squirm forward by jamming the branch
down 
hard, make her shift right or left by pushing the branch in that
direction, even 
make her grind her ass up by lowering her end and putting pressure to
raise 
the other end up.

Everyone seemed to think this was very amusing, and Kelly taunted and 
played with the helpless girl for long seconds before she pulled the
branch 
back. She started fucking her with it then, grinding the rough thing
up and 
down in her rectal tunnel as Tracy sobbed and moaned.
She let go of the club, a foot of it still clamped tight in the girl's
asshole. She 
put her foot against her side and rolled her onto her back, then stood
over her.

"This is just a taste of what you'll get if you go near my boyfriend
again," she 
snarled. "You remember this the next time you start getting hot pants
for 
someone else's boyfriend."

One of the guys, his head shaved bald, moved up beside her, his cock 
sticking out of his zipper. She turned and glared, annoyed at the
distraction. 
He had a wide grin as he pointed his cock at Tracy, and Kelly snorted
in 
amusement as a yellow stream flew out the tip.

It splashed across her breasts, then her face, and Tracy moaned and
weakly 
raised a hand to block it. The guy pissed over her head and hair, and
then let 
the stream move along her body, over her chest, and belly and in
between her 
legs.

"Just remember this, whore," Kelly said.
She and her friends moved off, leaving the beaten, battered, piss
covered 
teenager laying on her back in the weeds and dirt, moaning and weeping
in 
pain and misery.  end


SEXY BOY 

I was thirteen when it happened. I guess it didn't surprise me. I've
always 
been somebody who gets picked on. It didn't help that I was painfully
shy and 
lonely. It didn't help that I was an only child and my mother wanted a
daughter 
so much she kept telling me "you should've been a girl." 

I almost was. Even though I was thirteen, I wasn't much of a boy. I
was only 
four nine, eighty eight pounds, I guess. Long blonde hair, blue eyes,
fair skin. I 
knew a little about sex. 

I knew that because a neighbor one day showed me his cock. He was gay,

and he told me that he liked to have it sucked a lot. He told me it
felt good and 
told me all about how it was done. He asked me if I wanted to try and
I said 
no. I didn't, either. 



He never tried to make me, but he had a few gay friends who tried.
They used 
to tell me how sexy I was, then they'd corner me and try to get me to
take 
them in. One used to say I was pretty sexy in shorts, so I guess it's
no surprise 
that was why I got raped. 

On the day it happened it was like any other--hot, sticky. For summer
my 
mother usually packed away all my pants, and every pair of shorts I
owned 
belonged on girls rather than me. They were all tight and short. The
pair on 
had on that day were navy blue, with a red polo shirt and a pair of
white 
canvas moccassins. 

On that same day, I probably should tell you this. I met my rapist
before he got 
me. He saw me walking down the road and offered me a ride. He was
pretty 
scuzzy looking, nearly bald but not that old. I refused. He asked
where I was 
going and I told him. It was an old factory near my house that's been 
abandoned since the '60's. I like to hang out there because nobody
bothered 
me. He left me alone then. 

I got there and just started to roam around, because that's what I
did. And 
think. There's a lot of old crates and stuff, but I've never opened
any. I went 
down to the basement floor to see if there was anything interesting. 

I didn't even see the man there when I came down the steps. Suddenly
this 
hand was over my mouth, real tight. I struggled but he lifted me and
carried 
me back up. 

"Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. Keep it shut!", he
warned me. 
I didn't scream. I stood still and felt him take my hands and put them
together 
behind me. I felt him tie them together. 

He pushed up against me. I could feel the thick bulge of his cock
against his 
jeans, pressed against my bound hands. He must have wanted that,
because 
he told me to rub it. I did. At the same time, he was pulling a cloth
into my 
mouth and tying it behind my head. 

He grabbed my ass. "Nice", he told me. "I like the way those shorts
show it 
off. Nice ass." He rubbed himself against my ass. I knew he was going
to put 
it in there. 



He turned me around and sat me down on the crate. He was grinning.
Kind of 
sick. I was pretty scared. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his
cock. It 
was huge. Thick. He stroked it and smiled at me. "All for you", he
said. He 
turned me over and put me face down on the crate. Pulled down my
shorts 
and underwear. I started to cry. I felt him messing around back there,
felt him 
put something cool in my crack. 

I tensed when I felt his head pushing up against my butthole. He kept
pushing 
and laughing, and I cried harder, but he was in me now, all thick and
hard. It 
hurt, but it got me hard. He did me fast, then slow, laughing and
holding me 
down. He filled me with that huge cock. I had to lean against the
crate 
because I felt faint from it all. Then he filled me with cum and
pulled out. I was 
afraid he was going to put it in my mouth now, but he didn't. He
yanked my 
shorts up and told me we were going for a ride. 

Outside he had a car. He put me in the back seat and made me lie down 
while he tied my feet. I was crying really hard now, and he told me I
hadn't 
seen anything yet. He touched my legs and ass and told me I was going
to 
like this. 

It felt like a long time after that before he stopped and left me in
the car. I 
struggled, but he was good with knots and I wasn't going to get free. 

When he came back and opened the door, untying my feet, I saw he was 
wearing different clothes: a t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. We
were in a 
yard with a high hedge and there was a house. 

He took me inside into a bedroom and made me lay on the bed. He took 
some pictures of me and told me he'd always liked young boys, and I
was 
perfect. He felt my legs again and rubbed my hard prick. 

Then he got up on me so he was sitting on my chest and took out my
gag. He 
told me to shut up, then he pulled down his shorts. He told me to open
my 
mouth. My heart was pounding, because I thought he would put it in. He

didn't. He stroked it and jacked off into my mouth and told me not to
swallow. 
His cum was salty and bitter and smelled like chlorine. He kissed me
on the 
mouth and used his tongue in there. He gagged me again and told me
he'd be 
back. 



When he came back, he told me how hot I got him when he saw me on the 
road. He really noticed my legs and ass, he said, and now he was going
to get 
what he wanted. I was going to give it to him, I thought, and I hoped
he'd let 
me go. 

He got me off the bed and put me on my knees. He undressed. He asked
me 
if I liked what I saw, and I nodded. I didn't. He told me he didn't
like liars, and 
that if he thought I was lying, he would hurt me. He asked me again if
I liked 
what I saw. I shook my head. He told me I was a good boy for telling
the truth. 

He took out my gag. He put the head of his prick in my mouth and told
me to 
suck him. I sucked a little at the head. It was thick and warm. It
tasted like 
soap and felt funny. He pushed it in more until I started to choke. I
felt it 
jumping and pulsing. He started to moan. "Oh yeah, kid, good, good",
he told 
me. "Suck my big dick. Suck it. You know you want it." 

I sucked harder. I wanted him to come and get it over with. His cock
started to 
get thicker, and then he was shooting it in me. I choked and swallowed
down. 
His cum was bitter and left a bad taste. I sucked until he pushed me
away. 
"I've had better", he told me, and he put the gag back and threw me on
the 
bed. I was afraid now, because he left the room. 

When he came back, he had his jeans on again. He pulled me off the bed
and 
took me out to the car. He took out my gag and tell him my name and
age, 
where I lived, my phone number and everything. He took more pictures,
then 
he told me he'd show them to everybody I knew, and he'd get me if I
told. 
Then he put me in the car and took me back to where he'd got me. He
untied 
me and told me to count to a thousand before I left. I did. 

I didn't see him after that day, and I was glad. He did call a few
times, and 
made me talk dirty to him. But that was all. 

End of story. 


ROBIN'S DEVIANT ADVENTURES

Adventure #1: Kidnapped!

My first taste of deviate sexual activity came when I was twelve.
This isn't 
really true; I had been playing doctor with my brother since I was
six.  He 
introduced me to bondage and sexy clothes and domination.

I always liked playing with my brother.  He was six years old than me,
but we 
still played.  He always kissed me, then took down his pants and I
would suck 
on him and swallow when he spurted.  He always had me tied up when he
did 
it and he would tie me up after that.  Now he was going to go of to
college in 
the fall and I wouldn't get to play. We were sitting in his room and
he was 
feeling my legs and kissing my neck like he usually did and he asked
me if I 
really liked this and I said I did.  I told him that I didn't want him
to go to 
college because then I wouldn't be able to play.  He was sorry about
that, so 
we played again.

He suggested I play with my friend Timmy, who had played the game with
me 
and my brother a few times and liked it too. But Timmy liked to be
dominated 
too, so he would be no fun. Then my brother suggested I try to find
someone 
else to do it, maybe a stranger, and he said it might be more fun. He
told me 
to dress just like I did for him and maybe I would get lucky.

He took me out shopping later that day and bought me the shortest,
tightest 
pair of shorts he could find and then took me home.  My mother let me
wear 
clothes like that, but she didn't like it.

That night when my parents went out my brother played with me again.
This 
time he snuck up behind me and put his hand over my mouth before he
tied 
me up, and I liked it.  It was good, because the next day he was going
off to 
school a month early.

The next day my mother drove my brother to the airport and I went with
them, 
wearing my new shorts which were white and a red t-shirt and new white

sneakers.  Before we left my brother told me to watch for strangers
who might 
ask me to get in, but not to get in, to make them grab me, then the
fun would 
start.  He told me not to make them mad and things would be great.



We dropped my brother off and he kissed me when my mother wasn't
looking, 
and afterward my mother went to the mall and the beauty shop.  I knew
she'd 
be in there most of the day; she always was.  So I went outside to try
and get 
kidnapped.

It didn't take very long before a man came up to me and said hi and
asked my 
name, so I told him.  He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride.  I was
so 
excited I felt sick and my heart was pounding, and I didn't even
answer him 
when he took my hand and started leading me across the parking lot. He
told 
me I was cute and that I had nice legs, and my little thing bulged.
He stopped 
by the door of a van and a man got out and put a hand over my mouth
and I 
got really weak when he pulled me in.  There were blankets and pillow
on the 
floor and the man laid me down and took his hand off my mouth.

"Are you going to tie me up?", I asked.

He asked me if I wanted him to and I said yes, so he did.  He tied my
hands 
behind me and tied my ankles and then he gagged me.  He asked me if I
was 
scared and I shook my head.  He started feeling my thing and feeling
my legs 
and then he put me on my knees and took out his own thing.  It was
bigger 
than my brothers and really stiff, and I was excited.  I leaned down
toward it 
and he stopped me, taking my gag out so I could get it in my mouth.  I
sucked 
it just like my brothers and swallowed it all when he spurted.  The
other man 
got in back and I did it for him, too, and this time I did something
else I had 
done to my brother: I started to lick it.  I slid my mouth down onto
it and was 
enjoying it when he pushed my head down.  I gagged but he wouldn't let
me 
up.  Finally I managed to relax and let it slide into my throat, where
I finally 
made him spurt and swallowed it all.


I kissed and licked it clean and he turned me over and pulled my
shorts down.  
I had a pair of pink panties my brother had bought for me on, and he
liked 
that.  He pulled them down and I felt something cool and slimy being
rubbed 
between my buttcheeks, and then I felt him put his thing in there.  He
told me 
to relax and I did, and it hurt at first, but then it felt so good I
thought I would 
go to sleep.  He spurted in me too and the other man took over.  It
hurt a little 
more the second time, then felt twice as good.  When he was done he
pulled 
up my undewear and my shorts and he turned me over and took the gag
out 
and kissed my lips, but he used his tongue, which my brother had never
did.  I 
used my tongue back and he seemed to like it.  

The other man was feeling my legs and I felt him pull down my shorts
and 
suck my own thing, and I spurted in his mouth.  Then he kissed me too
and 
they sat back and looked at me.

The men asked me who I was and I told them, and told them where I
lived 
and everything.  They asked me why I liked it and I told them, and
told them I 
had hoped to get kidnapped that day so this could happen.  They asked
me if 
they should let me go;  I didn't want them too, but I knew my mother
would get 
worried.  The men said they might not let me go anyway, and then I got
a little 
scared, but they untied me and let me out, and said they would be
looking for 
me.  I hoped so.

My rear end hurt the whole way home, and when I saw Timmy, I told him
what 
happened and he got really excited. He started hanging around alot
after that, 
and a week later we both got kidnapped for real.

ROBIN'S DEVIANT ADVENTURE'S

Adventure #2: Kidnapped Buddies

A week ago I had been kidnapped and had sex with two men.  I learned
that 
what I did was called a blowjob.  I had liked it, like I always had;
my brother 
had taught me how much fun it was.

My friend Timmy, who was just like me, liked to do these things too.
We were 
a lot alike, small and thin with long legs, and Timmy had black hair
where 
mine was blonde. We were both the same age.

Timmy and I decided to go out and see if we couldn't have it happen to
both of 
us.  There was an amusement park down the road from us, and Timmy 
suggested we try there.  

I wore the same short white shorts and white sneakers I had worn the
week 
before, and a pink golf shirt; Timmy wore a black t-shirt and dark
blue shorts 
and blue sneakers, the sort of clothes we knew would get us kidnapped.
We 
went to the amusement park and roamed around the parking lot.  By
noontime 
we weren't having much luck and we were getting hot, so I went to get
some 
sodas while Timmy waited.  (It was really stupid, what we did; it was 
dangerous.  But hey, this is just a fantasy!)  When I got back, Timmy
was 
gone.

Timmy had been standing by the fence when a man came up and asked his 
name, and he told him.  He asked where I was and Timmy told him I'd
gone 
for sodas.  Timmy got excited and asked the man if he was going to
kidnap us 
and make us give blowjobs.  The man said no, then grabbed Timmy and
put a 
cloth over his face and he fainted.  This he told me later.

I was standing there with the two sodas when the same man came up and 
asked me my name and if I was looking for Timmy, and I answered him.
He 
said a car had pulled up and a man got out and pulled Timmy in.  He
asked 
me if I was trying to get kidnapped, and I lied and said no.  I wanted
to see if 
this was for real.

Then he said he was sorry and walked off toward a station wagon. I
stood 
there and watched him as he got in and drove off.  Just as the car
turned I 
saw Timmy sitting in the rear seat, and it looked like he'd been
gagged.  I was 
mad and scared.

I waited there for a long time and drank both sodas and had to go to
the 
bathroom.  When I came back the station wagon was there.  The man got
out 
and came over to me with his hands behind his back.  He asked me why I

was waiting.

"Well, Timmy got--" I started to say, and then he pressed the cloth
over my 
face and I smelled something strong and awful and then I fainted.
When I 
woke up I was bound and gagged and laying on the back seat of the
station 
wagon.  We were pulling into what I thought might be a garage.  The
man got 
out and took me out and I saw we were in an old warehouse.  Timmy was 
sitting in a chair, tied up, and two men were standing around him.
The man 
sat me in a chair next to Timmy and asked the other men which one
first.

"This isn't a game", he told us.  "This is real."

One man picked me first, and they took me over to a matress and put me
on 
my knees, the man who had driven the car saying he liked blondes.  My
heart 
was pounding as the man removed his gag and dropped his pants.  "Suck 
me", he said, and I did, flicking my tongue around his head, trying to
get it all 
in as I sucked.  I saw Timmy squirming in his chair, excited.  It
didn't take the 
man long to spurt--or come, as I had heard it called.  He told me to
swallow 
and I did, then pulled it out and asked if I liked it, and I said yes.



Then the next man shoved his in, and it was so big my jaw hurt.  I
looked up 
at him and he stroked my hair, smiling, and I knew he liked me.  I
sucked hard 
at his huge thing and it took a long time for him to spurt.  He drew
it out 
slowly, smiling, and then it was third man's turn.  "You look pretty
in pink", he 
said, fingering by shirt.  He shoved his huge thick thing into my
mouth and I 
sucked hard again.  I was getting tired, and hoped they didn't want
seconds, 
even though I liked it.  The cum had been sort of salty sweet the last
few 
times.

He came in one huge gush and pulled out before I could lick him clean.
He 
replaced my gag and took me back to the chair.  It was Timmy's turn.

They took him over to the mattress and he was squirming with
excitement.  
The first man barely had the gag out before Timmy was on him,
hungering.  
The man laughed and began to moan.  Timmy looked like he was really 
enjoying this.

I was watching it all when the man who had kidnapped us both came
over.  
"So you two really like this, huh?", he asked, and I nodded.  He knelt
down 
and started to feel my legs.  "Nice legs", he said.  "That's why we
kidnapped 
you two.  You looked like you wanted it."  He got up and went over to
where 
Timmy was kissing the other man's thing and took his place.  Timmy did
him 
quickly, and then he did the third man, the one with the huge cock.
In the 
meantime the other two took me over to the matress and laid me down,
taking 
out my gag so each of them could kiss my mouth.  They used their
tongues 
and I liked it better.

They did it to Timmy, too, and he squirmed and moaned like I did,
enjoying 
every minute of it.  After a while they gagged us again and sat us
back in the 
chairs.  They asked us if we were going to tell anyone what they did,
and we 
both shook our heads no.  They told us that was good, then pressed the

cloths over our faces.

We woke up a while later in the woods by the amusement park.  The men 
were gone, and so were our ropes.  We were both still pretty excited,
so I 
gave Timmy a blowjob and he gave me one.  We didn't have sex with
anyone 
else the rest of the summer, but when I got to school...




THE ACADEMY-INTRODUCTION

Rita awoke to a loud crash from her window. She looked up to see 3
shadows 
emerge from the broken window. Rain splattered her floor around the
window 
and the wind was loud as it whipped the curtains around.

She tensed as she recognized that she was in danger, and tried to flee
from 
her bed. She was caught in the strong grip of one of the intruders.
There was 
no sound from them as they bound her, placed duck tape over her mouth
to 
keep her from screaming and dragged her struggling body to the window.
She 
tore her nightgown when she tried to get away, exposing one of her
naked 
breasts. Her exposed nipple hardened in the cold air as she was eased
out of 
the window and carried to a waiting car. 

She got a good look at one the assailants faces as he placed her into
the 
trunk. He was a large man, blonde hair with a beard. He smiled at her
as he 
lowered her into the trunk. It was a warm smile and she could tell
that he 
wished her no harm. She could see now that all 3 of her attackers were
men. 
One man was very large, fat.  Another man, an older man of about
perhaps 50 
years of age and graying leered at her before closing the trunk. He
examined 
her body closely.  She feared now that she would be raped.

The vehicle drove away into the night. No one knew that 12-year old
Rita 
Wakely from Amarillo, Texas was missing until 8am the next morning
when 
her mother went to wake her. She was never seen by her family again.

==========

It was cold in London in November. Atleast, that's what Diana Brooks
thought 
as she walked on the campus of her junior high school. Even though she
wore 
a heavy sweater and a coat, she still shivered. The faster she walked,
the 
colder she became. If she walked slower, she'd be late for her 8th
grade math 
class. She had 3 minutes to get to Webley hall and into her room,
where it 
would be warm and cozy. She picked up her pace.

She could see the building in site. 2 more minutes before the tardy
bell. Her 
daddy would have a fit if she were tardy one more time! She had been
tardy 4 
times this semester. She would be in serious trouble. She had
sweet-talked 
her way out of detention the last time by batting her pretty blonde
eye-lashes 
at the new young, handsome assistant pricipal and promising never to
do it 
again. 
She'd have to think of something more convincing this time. She might
even 
have to flash some naked legs this time, she devishly thought.

5 steps from the door... 4.... 3....  (RRRIIIIIINNGGGGGGGG! )

"Shit! I did it again!"

"Miss Brooks!"

Diana flung herself in the direction of the commanding voice behind
her.

"Mr. Roberts!"

"Nasty language from such a pretty girl, don't you think, Diana?"

She stuttered for several moments, and finally gave up on speech.
Better 
think of a good excuse, she thought to herself.

"I believe this is the 5TH time you've been tardy to class this
semester. Now, 
last time, I gave you a break and relieved you from punishment. I
didn't even 
notify your parents because i was being nice. I can't do it again,
Diana." He 
looked at her sternly. "Come with me, young lady."

She followed him as if her tail were tucked between her legs. They
entered his 
office. He closed and locked the door behind them. This worried her
slightly.

"What do you think we should do to make sure this never happens again,

Miss Brooks?" The Assistant Principal asked in command mode.

She looked at the floor and spoke in a whisper.  "I don't know, sir."

Roberts looked at the young girl very closely.  This could be a good
one, he 
thought. If it can be arranged....

"I think this matter is very serious to me, Diana.  I cannot keep
pulling you out 
of trouble. The other kids will start complaining to my boss, then
I'll be in 
trouble. Now, I try to be nice because I like you, but I can't keep it
up."

She nodded passively. I wonder how far I'll have to go this time, she
thought 
nervously. Last time, he only made me undress so that he could see me 
naked. 
I wonder if I'll actually have to do something else this time. GOD!
He's so 
handsome, but I don't know if I could have sex with him! I've never
done 
anything like that.  Heck, I've never even kissed a guy. I wish he'd
hurry up 
and let me.

Roberts began unzipping his pants. Diana tensed.  He pulled his
throbbing 
cock from his zipper and began stroking it. The 13-year old girl
couldn't 
believe her eyes. He was actually showing her his dick!

"Come here, Diana. I want you to touch it for me."

She approached apprehensively. He seized her hand, and made her touch
his 
hardening member.

"Now, put your mouth on it and lick it with your tongue."

She backed away quickly. The girl had genuine fear in her eyes. "No! I
can't! 
Please don't make me!" The fear in her eyes grew more and more.
Roberts 
continued stroking his hard-on.

"If you don't suck me, you'll have to fuck me.  Make up your mind,
Diana."

"Please, Mr. Roberts, I've never done anything like this. I don't want
to. Can't 
we do something else? You can touch my naked body if you want, or I'll
touch 
you some more. But, please don't make me do anything else. I'm
scared."

She was shaking.

"There's one other thing that you can do for me.  But, you'll have to
promise to 
me right now that you'll do it, and if you don't, I will be forced to
expell you 
from school."

She began to relax. "What is it?"

"Meet me in the school parking lot at 11:00pm tonight. We will go
somewhere 
where I can get you naked. I want to take some pictures of you naked."

She tensed. She began to think of the complications of this request.
What if 
he sold the pictures and the whole town saw them? What if DADDY saw 
them?

"Promise you won't show the pictures to anyone?"

"I promise. And, don't tell anyone about this or even where you are
going 
tonight. Clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He slipped his cock back into his pants, and pulled the
zipper. Diana 
could see the bulge straining against the material. It turned her on
to see it, 
but she wasn't ready to have it in her mouth or virgin pussy. No way!

He unlocked the door, and ushered her out of the office and back to
her class.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was 10:55pm. Diana had sneaked quetly out of her father's estate
and had 
rode her bike to campus. As she rode into the parking lot, she noticed
that it 
was empty. There were no cars.  Where is he? She wondered.

Suddenly, she heard a screech behind her. She dropped off the bike,
fell to 
the ground and turned her head in the direction of two headlights
bearing 
down on her stunned body. The car jerked to a stop. She heard several
sets 
of footsteps, and saw shadows emerge from the car.  Before she
realized 
what was happening, she was being bound by duck tape. One man put tape

over her mouth just as she was about to scream.  Her legs were taped 
together. Her arms were also taped together.

Desperately, she fought to get free. She had no recognition of any of
her 
attackers. Mr. Roberts was no where to be seen. Maybe they murdered
him? 
She wondered.

She was picked up by one of the men and placed into the trunk of the
car.  
The trunk was closed and she was shrouded into darkness. The car raced

away from the campus.
Diana Brook's bicycle was found in the school parking lot the next
day. Her 
father had awoken early that morning and discovered that she was
missing. It 
was 48 hours before the police would begin their search for her. They 
suspected that she had run away from home and was safely at a friend's

home.


The Assistant Principle, Ed Roberts, was shocked at the possibility of
her 
abduction right on school property. He could not fathom why a child of
her age 
would be riding around on her bike during the middle of the night.
Especially 
on school grounds.

Two years later, a local man bought an adult video tape from a "grab
bag" 
collection, inwhich no titles were printed on the videos. He
discovered a very 
pretty, young looking girl as the lead star of the film. Upon closer
examination, 
he remembered the girl's face. He notified the local police, and
confirmed that 
it was Diana Brooks in the X-rated film. She was only 15 at the time
this video 
was purchased. It was speculated that the film had been made 1 1/2
years 
before, 6 months after her disappearance. 

No arrests were made. All traces of Diana Brooks after the video
discovery 
vanished.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++

Beth Jorgans was walking back from the ice cream store. She carried
her 
latest conquest: a double- chocolate cone and was eating it with joy.
A car 
slowed and pulled up beside her as she walked.

"Hey, girl! Why don't you share some of that ice cream with me!"

Beth looked around and saw Jimmy hanging out of his brother's car,
waving at 
her. Jimmy Thompson was only 2 years older than her at 13.  He always
rode 
around with his brother during the summers. They had always been good 
friends, and played together alot. Until lately. Something had changed

between them. Last year, in school, Jimmy started teasing her about
growing 
"boobs".  She hadn't begun to wear a bra yet because her mom wouldn't
allow 
it. So, it was common for her sizable breasts to bounce and sway as
she 
played in gym. That's where Jimmy and most of the guys made fun of
her. It 
hurt her feelings when he did that because she had always thought that
he 
was her friend. But, her mom said that boys change when they reach his
age.

The car stopped, and Jimmy opened the door.

"Hey, big whoppers! Why don't you spread some of that ice cream on
your tits 
and let me and my brother lick them off!!!" The two boys began
laughing at 
their crude joke. 

Beth turned to walk away. Jimmy grabbed her arm and looked her in the
eye. 
Beth saw something strange in his eyes.  It made her feel week and
scared 
her.  Unconsciously, she glanced at his crotch and saw a huge bulge.
She 
had been getting in the bad habit of looking at guy's crotches to see
if they 
were hard. Jimmy was definitely hard. Hard for me? she wondered. Ever
since 
her older brother had made her watch that dirty movie, she found
herself 
staring at guy's crotches, trying to guess how big they were.

The ice cream began to melt on her shirt. She tried to stop it from
dripping, 
but a huge glob got on her shirt, right over her right breast. Jimmy
reached 
over, scooped up the ice cream, and while doing so, rubbed her nipple
which 
was beginning to get hard. As he did so, she began to feel weaker.

"My brother and I can really make you feel good, Beth. We won't tell
nobody."

She suddenly realized that he wasn't joking this time. He had a very
serious 
look on his face.  Her hands began to shake.

"We've been driving around, drinking beer and thinking of your body.
When 
we saw you walking, we couldn't stand it any more. We need you, Beth.
I'll be 
your boyfriend, if that's what you want. Or, we will never do it again
after this 
one time, it's up to you."

She looked around. There was no one else in sight. She was trapped 
between the two boys.  Jimmy, 13 and Tom, 16. Both had massive bulges
in 
their pants.

Tom spoke up, finally. "Listen, little bitch. You either come with us
willingly 
and enjoy it, or we take you and rape you. It's up to you." He had a
vicious 
look in his eyes. Jimmy winced at his brother's talk. Jimmy's eyes
pleaded 
with her to cooperate. She could tell that he didn't want to hurt her,
but she 
wasn't sure about his older brother. The ice cream was now melting
down her 
blouse, running down her legs. She made the mistake of allowing her
panic to 
show in her eyes.


Tom grabbed her and dragged her to the car.  Jimmy protested to his
brother, 
but did not move to stop the older boy from kidnapping the young girl.

"God damn it, Jimmy! Help me gag the bitch and put her in the trunk!"

Jimmy got the tape from the back seat. Beth was screaming at the top
of her 
lungs, but no one was around to hear her. The boys gagged her with the
tape 
and taped her arms and legs. They placed her in the trunk, got in the
car and 
drove away.

*************************************

 "How much do you think we can get for her after we're done with her?"

Jimmy glanced at his older brother, Tom before answering.

"I don't know. You're supposed to be the money man. I thought you've
done 
this before!"

Tom looked embarrassed. "Well, actually, not really. Sure, I've raped
a few 
girls, but I never sold them like we talked about."

"Well, that's great! What are we gonna do with her, just let her go?"

"We might have to kill her, Jimmy."

The boy got a stricken look on his face. "No, Tom. We can't do that. I
won't let 
you."

"But, she knows us, and she'll tell the cops!"

"We have to think of something else." He thought for a few minutes.
"Maybe 
we can sell her to Toby in exchange for some stuff."

"Maybe. Probably won't give us alot for her if we fuck her first. Toby
likes 
virgins. They sell for more money."

"Well, I really want to fuck her, Tom. I've been after her for a year.
And, you 
told me that I could have her cherry. You promised!"

"Sure, kid. You get to make her bleed. But, I get to cum in her little
mouth!"
Tom reached down and rubbed his crotch as he drove into the woods. He 
picked up his car phone and dialed.



"Toby? It's Tom. What? I thought I paid you.  200 bucks? You sure?
Yes. I 
can get it. How about making a trade? I got this girl. Yeah.  She's
about 11 or 
12, real pretty."

Jimmy sat patiently as they drove.

"Oh, yeah. She's a real babe. Dark brown hair down to her ass, big
tits, pretty 
face and a hell of a figure for such a young one. She'll grow out real
nice in 
the next year or so. What? No, she won't be a virgin, Toby. We're
gonna fuck 
her first. But, she'll be fresh from her first fuck. She won't be a
slut or anything, 
if that's what you're worried about. Real innocent little bitch.
Great!  Meet us in 
Wilford Hallow. " He hung up the phone and smiled.

****************************************

Beth laid still in the trunk of the boy's car and tried not to cry.
She knew that 
they were going to rape her. But, when she heard Tom talking about
killing 
her, she began to tremble violently.  Then, the boys talked about
someone by 
the name of Toby, and she didn't think she'd like him very much. Then,
Jimmy 
talked about his lust for her.  She had suspected that he wanted to
have sex 
with her, especially after all the rude comments during the past year,
but she 
never thought that he'd rape her like this. She didn't know Tom very
well. She 
never liked him. He always looked at her funny. Lately, he just looked
like he 
wanted to kill her with his bare hands, which scared her even more. 
Something wasn't right about the older boy. He was almost....demented
or 
something.

The car stopped and the engine cut off. A few moments later, the trunk

opened. It was dark outside now, but she could see shadows by
moonlight. 
The boys stood over her and glared at her bound form. Tom chuckled
evily.

"How old is this little tart, Jimmy?" Asked the older boy.

"I think she's 11. She's 2 years younger than me."

"Pretty big tits for an 11 year old, don't you think?" Tom grinned
lustily at the 
young girl who was bound by duck tape and could hardly move.  Jimmy
only 
nodded.
"How long have you been jacking off over these tits, little brother?"
Jimmy 
blushed.

"I never jack off!" His face was red.

"Come on, you little shit, I saw you coming all over that girlie
magazine behind 
the shed! You were shooting several good streams and yelling this
bitch's 
name as you did! Were you pretending that your hand was this bitch's
mouth?  
Huh?" Tom had a vicious tone in his voice.  Jimmy began to get scared 
himself.

"Come on, help me get this bitch on the ground so we can have some
fun." 
Tom picked the little girl up and threw her body to the ground. Jimmy
began 
taking the tape off her body.

Tom drew his pocket knife. "It's easier if you use this. Here, let me
show you." 
He stepped over to the crying girl and began cutting the tape off her
body. As 
he did so, he cut into her clothing and peeled it off her body as
well. Her shirt 
was cut into shreds, which he removed quickly, exposing her bare tits.
He 
nicked a nipple with the blade playfully and watched as she shuddered.
He 
moved the knife down her belly to her womb, and began slicing the
cloth of 
her jeans. He kept the material of her panties untouched, but peeled
the 
demin off her body with his knife. Then, he turned the knife to the
only 
remaining piece of cloth on her body: her panties. He removed them in
three 
slices and exposed her bare hairless cunt. Beth sobbed loudly as the
boys 
gawked at her nude form.

Tom took the initiative and forced her legs apart.

"See, little brother, this is a cunt. You fuck it.  You lick it when
it's clean. Yup! 
We might even lick it for you, little cunt!" Turning back to his
brother. "This 
cunt will be tight, and it'll squeeze your dick real nice. You'll
probably shoot 
when your get the first inch in. But, that's okay, I plan to spend
alot of time 
with this little bitch. She's the youngest I've ever grabbed."

Jimmy stared at the naked girl and licked his lips.  His cock was so
hard that it 
hurt. Tom removed the gag from her mouth, and she cried out.

"No sense in screaming out here, little bitch.  Ain't no one around
for miles to 
hear you. Save your breath for my 8 inch cock!" Tom spoke lewdly as he

pulled his jeans down exposing his erection to the little girl's view.

Tom began stroking his massive hard-on as he stared at the nude,
trembling 
11-year-old girl.

"Oh, Jimmy! She's going to be a nice little fuck!  Even after we bust
her cherry 
and have some more fun with her, she'll get a good price. We will be
rich 
men, Jimmy!"

Jimmy had now removed his clothes, and was stroking himself as well.
He 
was speechless. He had never seen a naked girl in real life. He had 
fantasized about this very girl for a long time.  Even when they were
little kids, 
age 8 or 9 and played together, he dreamed of being her boyfriend and 
kissing her. He also dreamed of playing with her pussy (which he
called a 
'hole' back then). He had accidentily walked in on her in her family's
bathroom 
one time and saw her naked ass as she pulled her panties down. This
was 
when she was 9. She screamed very loud when she saw him from between 
her legs. He had run out of the bathroom, and they never spoke of the 
incident. Now, he was going to rape the girl, force his manhood inside
of her 
body. Make her bleed with his meat, and unload his sperm into her
young 
body. His dick twitched as he thought about the night to come.

"Damn! If you don't hurry up and bust her lollipop, I'm gonna do it
for you! 
Now, get to it!  I'll hold her down while you do it." Tom laid down
next to the 
girl, and forced her to submit to his younger brother. Tom sucked her
tits as 
his brother got into position to mount his first fuck.  Jimmy took his
manhood 
in his hands and pointed it at her small, hairless opening.

"Jimmy!" The little girl sobbed. "Please don't do this!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Tom reached over and hit her in the mouth with his
fist. She 
cried out in pain.  Jimmy winced. "Stupid little bitch! The only thing
your 
mouth's good for is sucking cock!"  Tom held her down, stradled her
chest 
and forced his 8 inch manhood into her mouth. "You bite it and I'll
kill you, 
bitch!"

The trembling child held the older boy's cock in her mouth.

"Suck and Lick it, Bitch!" Tom growled.

Jimmy stared at Beth as she begun to comply and suck lightly on Tom's
cock. 
Tears were still flowing down her cheek and she begged Jimmy with her 
swollen eyes. 
Jimmy looked at her bare slit. It was so small, and his dick was so
big! He 
wanted desperately to feel his dick inside of her tight pussy, but
what if he hurt 
the young girl?
"Tom! I don't think it'll fit!"

Tom snickered at his virgin brother as he watched the young child suck
and 
lick his massive member.  "You little shit! You MAKE it fit!"

"But, I'll hurt her!"

"Who gives a fuck? The more she hurts, the more exciting it'll be for
you! 
Anyway, she'll adjust to your dick, and the pain will go away. Now, do
it before 
I decide to do it for you!"

Jimmy reached down and rubbed her small opening with his thumb. Beth 
squimed and moaned around the cock in her mouth. He noticed that his 
thumb came away from her being wet. He had heard that girls got wet
down 
there, but only when they were turned on. How could she be turned on?
She 
was being forced to do this and she was scared. How could this turn
her on?

He slowly ran his thumb over her bare pussy again, this time applying
some 
pressure. The little 11-year-old girl lifted her hips, her eyes went
wide as they 
locked onto his, and she moaned again.  This time, Jimmy saw something

other than fear and pleading in her eyes. He wasn't sure what, though.

"You're turning the bitch on, little brother. Keep it up. Her mouth
feels good 
when she's turned on, and when she moans!" Tom sneered at the child as
he 
pushed his hard cock against the back of her throat, causing her to
choke 
slightly.

Jimmy noticed that Beth wasn't crying as hard anymore. He began
teasing her 
pussy with his thumb again and was rewarded with her thick juices
lubricating 
his thumb. He slid part of his thumb into her virgin womb. Her eyes
grew wild 
as she looked at him. He definitely saw passion in her eyes now. He
began 
moving his thumb in and out of her pussy as if it were his dick. She
met his 
thrusts with her hips. She was breathing very heavy around Tom's cock
now.

Jimmy looked into her green eyes. "I love you, Beth! I have always
loved you."

"Cut out the smoochy shit! You're gonna FUCK her, not marry her, then
you'll 
never see the little slut again!" Tom scorned. "She's just a FUCK,
kid! Don't 
make it more than it is! Anyway, you're too young to know what love
is. Hell, 
*I* don't even know what love is yet."

The younger teenage brother looked down at the ground in shame. Then,
he 
looked back into Beth's eyes and saw passion and something he couldn't

recognize. He got down on the ground next to her, moved his face to
her 
hairless mound and kissed her pouty pussy lips. She moaned loudly. Tom
did 
too.

Jimmy stuck his tongue out and lightly licked the little girl's
opening. She went 
crazy, thrashing about on the ground, moaning with cock in her mouth.
As 
Jimmy placed his tongue on her pussy hole and inserted it, the girl
began 
coming. So did Tom.

"Aaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Yoooouuuu 
fffuuuuccckkkiingggg bbbiiiiitchhhhh!"  Tom roared as he blasted hot
jets of 
semen down the little girl's throat. The girl began gagging and joking
on the 
thick cream. Her eyes bulged as she fought for breath due to the flood
which 
was blocking her passage way. Beth's small body shook with her own 
orgasm. Tom forced his spurting cock deeper into her throat as he
continued 
to empty his balls.

CHAPTER 2

Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. He
continued to lap 
up the young girl's gushing cream with his tongue and mouth. He found
the 
taste and aroma very pleasant. He had heard about guys "going down" on
a 
girl, but this was better than he thought. He was concerned about
Beth, 
though. She was choking alot and seemed not to be able to breathe.
But, she 
also was thrashing her body like she felt good. Her eyes were glazed
over, 
even though they were bulging due to lack of air in her body. Tom was
making 
grunting sounds as he finished with the girl's mouth. He finally
released his 
softening cock from her mouth. Beth released a huge breath and began 
inhaling violently. Her color began to turn back to normal, although,
she still 
seemed to be thrashing around and rubbing her bare pussy into Jimmy's 
mouth. She moaned softly as another orgasm took her.

Tom finally came to his senses and looked at the couple on the ground
with 
amusement.
"You really got the slut going, little brother!  Where did you learn
to eat pussy 
like that? I've NEVER been able to make a girl cum like that.  Hell, I
can't 
even get them to moan when I eat them. They just lay there and look
stupid!" 
He began to regain his anger as he thought of all the bitches that had
made 
fun of his sexual technique.  
He looked at the 11-year-old girl, lying nude on the ground with his
brother's 
face buried between her legs. "You fuckin' little whore! You'll cum
like a damn 
waterfall for my little brother, but I bet you'd be stiff as a board
for me!" He 
shook himself and walked toward the car.

Tom pulled out a plastic bag and opened it.  Inside was a small straw.
He put 
it to his nose, dipped the straw in the bag's white powdery sibstance
and 
began inhaling the powder into his nose. His head went up as a rush
hit him. 
He smiled, and looked at the two kids on the ground.  Beth was moaning

loudly now. _I knew I should have just grabbed the bitch and left my
fuckin' 
brother at home. I should have known that he'd get all lovey-dovy over
the 
bitch. Look at them!  My god, two little lovebirds during their first
fuck together! 
She's cum like there ain't no tomorrow and he ain't even stuck his
dick in her 
yet!_ Tom stepped back to the couple.

"Jimmy, damn it! That's enough! She's plenty wet to fuck now. You
ain't 
gonna hurt her now.  Stick your dick in her and let me have my turn."

Jimmy and Beth both tensed at the older boys words and tone. Beth
began to 
get scared again, despite the wonderful feelings she was feeling. _I
think I 
love him too. Why didn't I see it? I've loved him for a long time! I
was 
TURNED ON when I knew he was going to rape me! That can only mean that

I WANTED him! Now, the thing I want most is for him to be inside of me
and 
spurting his stuff like Tom did in my mouth! It was awful when I had
to swallow 
that stuff.  Would it be better if it were Jimmy's sperm instead of
Tom's? I 
hope Tom doesn't touch me anymore. I can't stand him. I want Jimmy!_
She 
placed her hands on Jimmy's head and motioned for him to come up from
her 
bald mound.

Jimmy looked at his first love with passion as he moved his body up
onto hers 
and began to mount her. She spread her legs wide to accomodate her
first 
lover.

"Ain't this fuckin' sweet! Shit! She actually WANTS you to fuck her!
What the 
*HELL* do you have that I ain't got?" Tom screamed in anger. He walked
over 
to the naked virgin, grabbed her hair in hand and yanked very hard.
Beth 
cried out in pain.

"Tom! Stop it! You're hurting her!!!"


Tom shoved his little brother. "You don't get it, do you? This is
RAPE, Jimmy! 
You're SUPPOSED to hurt the bitch! She ain't supposed to lay down,
spread 
her legs and coo for you!  She's crazy! She must be! Look at her!
She's 
practically begging you to fuck her! The next thing you know, she'll
be 
lowering her pert little body onto your dick and RIDING YOU!!!" Tom
spit in 
the ground, and stared angrily at the couple.

The younger boy thought about what his older brother was trying to
say. 
_Why? Yes. She wants me. But, why? Is she just trying to get me to let
her 
go? No. I don't think so. She really likes me. I can tell. But, she
doesn't like 
Tom.  He hurts her. I really DID make her feel good!  Maybe she likes
me 
enough to be my girlfriend like I always wanted._

Jimmy lowered his head and kissed the young girl gently on the lips.
She met 
his lips, placed her arms around his neck, pulled him close to her
and locked 
onto him desperately. After an eternity, the children came up for
breath. She 
looked into his eyes and whispered: "I love you, too, Jimmy! Please
don't let 
him hurt me.  Protect me, Jimmy! I'll do anything for you! I'll never
tell anyone 
about tonight, I promise!" They kissed again. She moved her body into
his as 
they kissed, nudging his hard member into her small belly. "Take me,
Jimmy! 
Be my first lover! I'm ready for you now!" She whispered to her lover.

Tom couldn't hear what the couple was whispering and it angered him
that 
they were so happy.

"This is making me SICK TO MY STOMACH!!!"  Tom turned and went back 
to the car. He began to snort the remaining crack in the bag as he
watched 
the two begin to fuck.

*******************************

Toby was feeling good tonight. _Six little cunts in one night! Too bad
I couldn't 
have fucked them before delivering them to their destination. But, I
have 
money to make, and the Academy don't like soiled goods. Hell, they
seldom 
accepted used goods at all. Each pussy had been a virgin this evening,
thank 
god!_

Once in a while, certain cargo never reached it's destination, though.
Or, 
reached it's destination alittle...late. When the cunt wasn't a virgin
to begin 
with, he'd been known to sample the merchandise before delivery. Which
is 
what he planned to do with the last pickup tonight. 
That little cunt that Tom had waiting for him. But, he had to deliver
these cunts 
to the Academy first.  Then, he'd have all night to play with the
sweet young 
thing waiting in the woods. He'd let Tom have his fun with her,
because he 
knew that young ones like her stayed tight no matter how many times
she'd 
been fucked.

Word on the street was that the Academy was just about to get a new
big-wig.  
Toby was confident that he could continue making money even with
someone 
new in power. Hell, he could always blow the cover off the place if
they 
refused to buy his product line. He snickered as he thought of all the
tight-
assed professors being ushered to jail in patrol cars. They didn't
dare cross 
Toby Monroe.

But, it'd be interesting to see how the new guy works out. The old
prez died of 
old age. Toby was sure that he had several young things suckin' him
off when 
his life drained from his body just as semen drained from his aged
balls. 
_Lucky Bastard!_

Toby wheeled the vehicle up to the security gate.  When the guard 
approached, he flashed his I.D.  The guard scanned it with a lightpen
and 
waved him by. _Cargo delivery!_ He laughed to himself. He would never
get 
used to delivering the cargo that he dealt in.

He drove past several large buildings. All was dark at this time of
the night. 
Peaceful. He pulled into a back entrance to a large green building. A
light 
came on, and a garage-style door opened. He pulled the van inside the 
building. The door closed behind him.

Men surrounded the van. They wore hospital uniforms. One man opened
the 
back door to the van and began unloading the cargo.

"You'll see that all these products are in top shape. They are young, 
intelligent, and will fit yoyr needs well."

One of the doctors looked at the fat man. "I've told you before!
You're using 
too much Tetlicyline! You're going to kill one of these kids one of
these days!"

OOPS! I definitely don't want to tell this guy about the incident last
week. 
Good thing I dumped the body in a good place._


The doctor ordered several nurses and attendants to help with the 6
children. 
The doctor looked at Toby again. "Each of the five girls appear to be
virgins. 
What about the boy?"

Toby looked alittle uneasy. "Examine his ass for yourself! He ain't
been 
fucked!"

The doctor examined the young boy's anus, then looked back at the
nervous 
fat man. "What about oral sex, anything else? You sure this kid has
never 
been messed with?"

"How the hell would I know? I just pick 'em up!"  Toby was sweating.

"Damn it, Monroe! You're supposed to check your sources thoroughly. If
this 
kid has AIDS, you'll never make another dime in the slave trade!  You
better 
believe me! Now, TELL ME! Have you had sex with this boy?"

Toby hesitated. "No. But, one of my men did.  He blew the kid after we
gave 
him the drug. The kid never knew it happened. The boy came in my guy's

mouth and that was the end of it. I swear!"

The doctor looked at him sternly. "I expect you to stop these
incidents from 
happening in the future. I will write this one up, Monroe. Next time,
you're 
history!"

The children were ushered away on hospital stretchers into their new
home. 
The young doctor turned from the slimy fat man and walked back inside,

yelling orders as he did so. 

Toby knew that he had to watch himself. While he had alot on these
guys, he 
didn't want the cops getting to him before HE blew the whistle. He
needed the 
Academy as a bargaining tool to keep from going to jail himself.

********************************************

"Oh, Jimmy! Make Love To Me!" Beth cooed as the boy rubbed his hard
cock 
again her bald pussy. It was so wet from her orgasms mixed with his
saliva 
that the head went right into her. 

She tensed at the tremendous pressure of the cock straining her lips
apart 
and entering her virgin hole. 
Their lips met and they kissed passionately.  She thrust her hips at
him and 
accepted his manhood into her body. "I love you SO MUCH, Jimmy!"

The 13-year-old boy couldn't believe the incredible feeling of having
the head 
of his dick inside a girl. Her body was so hot and exciting.  Her
smell was 
wonderful. Sweet soapy, shampooy, with a string musky scent mixed. He
had 
just learned the smell of sex. He was addicted to the fragrance. Jimmy
sank 
another inch into the young girl and hit a barrier.

"OOH!" She cried as pain shot through her body.  "Jimmy! Don't stop!
Break 
me open!"

The encouragement from his child-lover was too much for him. She
seized his 
lips with hers and began licking his lips with her tongue. This drove
Jimmy 
past the point of caring whether he caused her pain or not. He thrust
deeper 
and felt resistance, followed by an incredible sucking pressure on his
cock as 
she cried out in pain.  Jimmy could hear Tom laughing in the distance.

Beth had never experienced more desire in her life. She knew it was
love. 
She never even THOUGHT of having sex before. Now, she was begging her 
rapist to make her a woman. She knew that she loved him. That's the
only 
way she could explain it. But, how could she really love a guy at age
11? Was 
it possible? Only a year ago, she'd been playing with *dolls*!
Suddenly, she 
felt the pain. It was slight at first, and she knew that Jimmy had
just touched 
her barrier with his manhood. _GOD! I LOVE THIS GUY!_ She attacked
him. 
A moment later, massive pain shot through her body as he thrust his
cock all 
of the way into her young, tight body.

"Fuck the bitch, little brother! Pop that slut's cheery!" Tom cheered
his young 
brother on as he snorted more drugs.

The two children moaned as they thrust at one another. Jimmy was
obviously 
getting ready to blast off. Beth was just coming down from an orgasm.
It didn't 
take her long to get over the pain and to start coming. She had just
come 3 
times in a row, and if he didn't shoot soon, she could feel another
orgasm 
approaching.

"AAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! !!!!!!" Jimmy screamed at the 
top of his lungs as the first gush of sperm washed into the 11-year-
old 
female's body. He suddenly realized that he could make her pregnant,
and 
jerked his cock from her pussy. 
White cream flowed from her cunt, his cock throbbed as a blast of
white 
semen shot out and all over her tits and stomach. Spurt after spurt
shot onto 
the child's body. One glob shot up to her chin and dripped down to her
throat. 
Another went into her long hair that hung around her shoulders. She
was a 
beautiful vision as her lover's sperm covered her body.

Jimmy and Beth collapsed into one anther's arms.  Beth began to drift
off to 
sleep, but was abruptly awoken when Tom violently picked his brother
up and 
pushed him aside.

"My turn, little brother! Now, sit back as I show you some REAL
fucking!"

Beth;s eyes grew wild. "NO! JIMMY, HELP!"  The older boy straddled her

cum-smeared form and moved to mount her. The younger boy woke up, and 
went after his brother.

"Tom! Leave her alone! She's MY girl!"

The older boy frowned and turned around slowly to face his sibling.

"What? You little punk! I've taken enough of this shit! She's a FUCK,
how 
many times do I have to tell you? After I fuck her, she'll either be
sold to some 
guy who will drug her up and fuck her til she OD's, or WE'LL kill her 
ourselves!  That's the way it works! If you don;t like it, TOUGH! Now,
go back 
to the car if you can't take it. Let me have my fun in peace." The
older boy 
inserted his cock into the young girl's body, and thrust his entire 8
inches into 
her.

"UGGGGHH! She's TIGHT! Good thing you got her all wet. I slid right
in!" 
Tom chuckled as he began to pump his hips. Beth began to cry.

Jimmy attacked his brother. He knocked the older boy off from the
girl's nude 
body. There was a popping sound as the boy' manhood was forced from
the 
tight chamber of the 11-year-old girl's freshly fucked body.

"You little bastard!" Tom screamed as he came back at his brother. His

responses were slow, though, and his younger brother knocked him to
the 
ground. Jimmy grabbed Beth's hand, jerked her to her feet and pulled
her 
toward the car.  Just as they reached the front door, a headlight
blinded them. 
Jimmy could hear a car door slam.  Tom was passed out on the ground by

where Beth had been raped.
"Nice little piece of ass from the looks of it, Jimmy! Now, where you
going in 
such a fuss?"

A shadow appeared in the lights and slowly approached. Jimmy was able
to 
make out the huge form of Toby Monroe. He had a gun in his hand.

***************************************

Colin Herst had just become president of St. Mary's Orphanage and Prep

School. It was a small, sheltered campus situated in the countryside.
When 
he first stepped foot onto the grounds, he couldn't fathom why the
school had 
so much security.

After accepting the job, however, he was quickly filled in on the
status of the 
school. He was shocked, but realized that he finally had a chance to
make 
some of his dreams come true not only professionally, but personally.

It was a private school, receiving no state or federal funding. It was
supported 
solely by alumnis and private individuals and enterprises.  The school
had 
some of the most talented faculty in the country. It was unusual for
the faculty 
at a small private boarding school to hold doctoral degrees, but
almost all at 
St. Mary's did.

The student body made up of approximately 300 children ranging in age
from 
3 to 18 years of age.  Most were orphanes, but some were children of
faculty 
or supporters of the school.

Herst had worked as Dean at several small universities and colleges
for 10 
years. Before receiving his doctoral degree, he taught high school
math. He 
had just gone from a thriving university of 15,000 students to this
small 300 
student boarding school. The money was great.  The benefits were even 
better. His opportunity to run the show. And, he had just learned that
it wasn't 
an ordinary show, but one he thought he'd enjoy thoroughly.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in." He announced.

The door opened to reveal a young man wearing a hospital uniform.

"Ah, Dr. Gregory. Please come in. What may I do for you?"
Thomas Gregory was 24 years old, but had been practicing medicine
since 
the age of 16. he received his first doctorate in medicine at age 15.
His 
qualifications were outstanding, but he tended to be testy toward
others. 

"Mr. Herst, the new shipment has arrived. You told me that you wanted
to 
review them, Sir?"

"Yes. I will be right there. How many tonight, Thomas?"

"Six, sir. The contractor said he's got one more, but he won't be
delievering 
until tomorrow morning."

Herst followed the doctor out the door and down the hall. They exited
the new 
president's home, and walked to the medical building. They entered a
door 
marked "Trauma". All around, Herst saw children on stretchers. There
were 
six stretchers in the room. He noticed that there were 5 girls and 1
boy. He 
walked around to each sleeping form and studied them. As he stopped by

each bed, he drew back the covers revealing the child's nude body.

"How old are they?" Herst inquired. The doctor glanced at his chart.

"We have 1 female age 5, 1 female age 12, 1 female age 13, 2 females
age 
14, and 1 male age 12, sir."

Herst nodded his head as he observed the 5-year- old child. "She's
really 
pretty. It's good to get them at this age. It makes it easier to train
them.  Make 
sure she isn't harmed, and make sure that no body touches her without 
approval."

"Understood, sir." 

Herst went to one of the females. He pulled back the covers to reveal
her full 
breasts and brown haired cunt. "Shave each girl's pubic hair. I want
all these 
females to be hairless." Herst took took the chart from the doctor and
browsed 
through it.  "No special medical conditions on any of these?"

"No, sir. They are all perfectly healthy."

"What about this note here about the boy.  Someone performed oral sex
on 
him prior to bringing him here?"

"Yes, sir. One of the contractor's men."

Herst looked disgusted. He stepped over to one of the oldest females
and 
examined her.

"We have a nice selection here. Once they begin to wake up, put them
in 
private rooms until we can begin their orientations. I want pictures
taken of all, 
and make sure I get personal copies of all pictures. When the first
one wakes 
up, call Ginger in to counsel them."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and I want to schedule a meeting with all department heads first
thing in 
the morning.  Notify William, will you? I don't want to wake him." He
thought 
for a moment. "Do we have any girls that are ready for distribution?"

"I'll have to check the log, sir. We should have a couple ready. Would
you like 
me to send one to your room, sir?"

"Yes. Make sure she's blonde, and I want her cunt shaved. Understand?"

"yes, sir. I'll send her right up. Will that be all?"

"Yes, Thomas. Goodnight." Herst walked back to his home.

********************************************

"You weren't planning on cheating me outa $200, were you, Jimmy?"

"What? $200? What are you talking about?"

"Your brother and I worked out a trade. This little one for the $200
debt he 
owes me for his latest batch of stuff. I also told him I'd give him
some extra 
stuff."

Beth cried and clung to Jimmy.

"Listen, Toby. I'll pay you the $200. Let me take her with me."

"No deal, Jimmy. I've seen her now, and I want her. I have plans of my
own 
for this doll this evening. Now, hand her over. I don't want you to
get hurt, kid."
"No, Jimmy! Don't let them take me!" Beth cried.

"Toby, I love her. She's my girl. I can't let you have her." Jimmy
pleaded.

"You're breaking my heart, kiddo." Toby nodded toward his men. Beth 
screamed as a pink dart hit her leg and penetrated it. "Knock-out
dart. She 
won't feel any pain. Can't risk her trying to claw my eyes out,
Jimmy." He 
looked at the dart and then at Jimmy. "I ain't gonna use no dart on
you, 
Jimmy. This gun's got real bullets that makes real holes. Back up, and
leave 
her where she is, or I'll shoot." Toby cocked the gun.

Jimmy knew that he was helpless. If he tried to save her, he'd be
killed. His 
only chance of saving her was to let the men take her, then follow
them.

"Okay, Toby. I give up." He raised his hands and moved away from the
crying 
girl. She began to fall to the ground as the dart took affect on her
body.

"Jimmy! Please don't leave me!" She fell to the ground, fighting to
stay awake. 
Jimmy could do nothing.

The men approached her, scooped her over their shoulders and loaded
her 
into their car.

"Real smart boy, Jimmy. Now, I can't have you chasing us in your car."
He 
pointed the gun at the tires and shot a bullet in each one. Jimmy
jumped at 
the shots. he watched the air leak out of the tires. "If you try to
find us, I will 
shoot you instead of your tires next time, Jimbo. Don't fuck with me,
kid." Toby 
backed away, got into the car, and they screeched away.

********************************************   

THE COACH

Tim Oriley was a tackle. He had scored a touchdown by taking the ball
from 
the opposition quarterback and run it back to the goal line. This
accounted for 
six of the twelve points of their score. The opposition had 27.

The teams were not that unevenly matched but Tims team was lazy. Try
as he 
might the new black coach could not inspire them to work to their full

potential.

The opposition head cheerleader did not miss an opportunity to rub it
in. 
Jamie Hanson was a perky little blond with a figure to die for and her
team 
was ahead. She had known Tim before, in grade school, and had turned 
down his advances numerous times. Now she was taunting him for his
teams 
lack of effort. This was too much for the oversexed Tim. He decided to
make 
her pay for all the frustrations of his young life.

Tim told his fellow line men, "When the half time gun goes off cover
me and 
go along with me, men. You won't regret it."

Bang! The Half time gun sounded!!

Tim and his buddies went to the locker room in a herd of beefy male
flesh. 
They passed by the opposite team bench to the locker room.

Tim had taken his sweaty jock from practice and an old pair of shoe
strings 
with him on to the field at the 2nd quarter and was ready.

When the herd passed the opposition cheer leading squad, Tim grabbed 
Jamie, as she stuck out her curvy but at them, and dragged her to the
center 
of the line men. Then converged around Tim and Jamie simply seemed to 
disappear into the sea of uniforms and padded masculinity.

With Jamie under his arm Tim started for the locker room, just like
when he 
recovered the ball for the other team in the first quarter. The line
men 
protecting him with his prize.

Jamie was speechless. How dare he. She would....

Jamie opened her mouth to scream but Tim stiffeled her outcry with the
old 
sweaty jock strap and captured her right wrist with his left hand.

"Tony help me with this bitch,"  Tim ordered.

Tomy grabbed her other hand and rapped the old shoe laces around that
wrist 
grabbed the other and forced them behind her as Tim and the others 
continued on to the Locker room.

"UMMMMM UMMMM UMMM!!!!" came from the muffled cheerleader mouth 
but the noise of the crowd and the sweaty jock assured that this was
not 
heard beyond the screen of uniformed male flesh.
Struggle as she might Jamie was helpless. Her squad went off the field

obvious to the kidnapped girls fate. The rest were more interested in
the 
refreshment and congratulations of their fans.

Once in the locker room Tim wasted no time in laying Jamie on a wooden

bench in the back of the room. Her hated uniform was quickly stripped
from 
her nubile body and she was forced back naked on the narrow bench.

"Tony, Brad get a leg and spread this bitch for me." Tim ordered.

Both boys jumped to the task and soon the naked girls legs were spread
in an 
approximation of a split with Tim laying in the middle at her
forceabely spread 
open cunt.

Tim tore off his padded pants and sought his prise.

The fine blond hair did nothing to hide Tims intended target and he
was there 
with a vengeance. This bitch had humiliated him, and now she was his.
The 
uniform top and sholder pads didn't even slow him down.

"Hold the bitch you fucking pansies. Can't you do anything!" Tim
complained 
as he pulled down his jock strap.

No preliminary, no fore play, Tim just stuck it at the entrance and
forced his 
dick into the tight dry hole before him. He'd make her pay for all
those times 
she laughed at him.


"Fight it all you like bitch. I got you now and when I'm done you will
be bowl 
legged for life." Tim exclaimed.

Tim was robbed. His pent up emotions and the tightness of the dry cunt
were 
too much he came quickly. As he staggered off Brad handed him the leg
he 
was holding and said,

"Let a man show you how this is done!"

Tim was furious. He grabbed the struggling leg and watched as his team
mate 
took up position at the recently vacated hole. With a lung he was in
to the 
balls and seeking to berry himself in the squirming reluctant captive
girls flesh.

"UMUMMUMUMMMUUMMMMM" came from the captive holes owner. The 
first one was bad but Brad was clear to her cervix and trying to go
further. It 
was easier for Brad, he had Tims cum for lubrication.

"Bitch never going to call us wimps again. Show her who the pussy
now." 
came from a waiting team member.

Brad started to get his nut when a big black hand grabbed his neck and

dragged from his desired position. His cum spewing over her
defenseless 
cunt.

"What the hell going on here??" The coach demanded.

"You pussies let these wimps show you'll up and now I find you'll
recreating 
with the enemy. I be soo humiliated that I should have short arm
inspection to 
see if you'll really be having dicks. Then I finds this??"

Tim piped up defiantly, "I did my best and this pussy taunted me so I
decided 
to teach her a lesson."

"You always take the initiative. I likes that. You deserve the pussy
here, but 
Brad here he let that puts sack Jim twice so I should cut his dick
off. Not let 
him have at it." The coach said.

"Look here Washington, be in line too. Butterfingers fumbled twice but
he be 
right the head of the line for pussy. Yes sir he wants pussy, and
Frank here.... 
He make the other touchdown... 

Go on Frank tear off a nice piece. You deserves it. Rest of you'll
pussy ass 
fuckers holds her and watch what a real man look like. Go on Frank do
be 
shy. Show um what it is." demanded the coach.

Jamie was horrified. She felt she was saved... The coach was actually
aiding 
this...Now!!!! NO! NO!

"UMUMUMUM........" she tried to argue.

"Tim boy you look frustrated. Go on and make her suck you'll hard
again. You 
deserve it. Rest of you'll fuckers just watch and get blue balls for
all I cares. 
Go on Tim boy. Don't be scared. Rest of these fuckers going to be
making 
noise so she don't attract no undo 'tension." the coach ordered.
Tim went to the other end of the bench, seated himself comfortablely
on 
Jamies tits and pulled out the spit soaked jock strap. He grabbed her
ears to 
position her mouth for his enjoyment..

"Sot....Please....You'll all go to jail....I...II I'll Please make
them 
stop....Please....MUMMMUMMM" Jamie tried before Tims now rigid organ 
stiffled her vocal abilities.

"Scoot up there Tim," coach demanded. He pinched a pink nipple and
went 
on, "You suck the boy nice, whore or I pinch this thing and the other
un right 
off here. You'se hear me whore."

Jamie freafully shook her head yes and started to suck the disgusting
cock.

Larry would have this bitch eating dick like a pro in no time. He had
what he 
needed in this bitch. This was the motivation he needed to get back on
top in 
this new school.

Ain't no justice in this world. He got the championship at the former
school 
and all he got was complaints.

So them pale pussies disappeared. No one could prove he done a thing.
He 
should have been honored... That black prick Frank run off and took
all the 
money should been his.

Then their was that small matter of the skinny black boy in the
storage room 
with his dick worn clean down to a nub, but noone could blame Larry.
Them 
damn ministers with their hollier than thou shit. They blamed the
coach. He 
had to leave that town.

Hadn't of been for that producer fellow he'd have to be jacking
dealers or 
something.

Yes sir the jew producer done come through for him. Got him a new
coaching 
job. Wern't much considering the money he done made on that Lezzie
series 
of his'n, but it was a job. Black folks got's to take what be given um
...... then 
steal the rest....

Yes sir this little white pussy going to be the turning point of this
game.... 
maybe the whole season....

Tim stiffened and came again in Jamies mouth and Frank, after
overcoming 
his initial shyness, came in her now slick pussy.

"Now turn the bitch over you wimps and let a man show you'll how it is
done." 
Larry ordered.

"NO Stop you will all go to jail. Stop.... Don't hurt me.... Please
help me....You 
are  coach!!! Please..." Jamie started to cry after she spit out Tims
unwanted 
cum.

"Tim the bitch be annoying me. Put in your smelly socks in that noisy
hole." 
Larry ordered.

Tim stripped off his sweaty socks and shoved them in the reluctant
mouth of 
the struggling captive girl. This stopped the outcry of the boys new
toy.

Jamie was now belly down on the narrow bench and the boys again had
her 
legs spread for Larrys attention.

Larry took out his massive black cock and rammed in into her dripping
hole. 
Jamie stiffened and wiggled like mad to try to get comfortable with
the new 
invader. Larry quickly with drew. Jamie relaxed her muscles and sought
to 
sink into the bench.


"Now you'll pussies see this here cunt been sticking out her ass at
old Larry all 
afternoon. She be wanting this here old black snake all along and
now...... 
SHE GOING TO GET......IT!!!!" Lary explained. He positioned his dick
at her 
ass hole and gave a Herculian shove and berried his bone in her
neither hole.

Jamies world dissolved into a universe of red hurting PAIN!! She
buckled up 
her hips and shook her ass. No teasing the boys now. This niggar was
fucking 
her ass and his claim stake was where no one had been before. Her 
struggles, violent at first, lessened.

"You'll sees the way the whore bunches up her hips. She done fell in
love with 
old Larrys prick. See it be all in the technique. You pull it out
slow....... See the 
bitch done gone to heaven. She be really happy...." Then Larry slammed
his 
dick trying for the bottom of the hole. "AHHHAAHA See how she be
hunching 
back. She really love it now... See how a man does a whore like
this??" Larry 
instructed as he sawed in the loosening neither hole .
Larry continued his instruction as he ass fucked Jamies neither hole.
For 
Jamie, who passed out and came back two times, the instruction of how
to 
fuck her ass, seemed to last an eternity. 

THE COACH #2

This was a half time pep talk like they had never had before. The boys
looked 
on as the new black coach gave instructions on the game and denegrated
the 
players who had failed the team. All the while ass fucking poor Jamie.
He 
never missed a stroke. What a coach!!

"Y'll mothers done let me down. ....All that is....but Tim here, and
Frank... Rest 
going without for the rest of your miserable lives,...I have anything
to say bout 
it." Larrys tyraid went on.

It was the most attentively received half time talk they had ever
heard. The 
attention produced blue balls on all the slacking players. This and a
resolve to 
get some pussy in the future by giving their full measure to this
black fuck or 
die in the attempt. Each determined to get him some of this white ass.

Larry finally came in the tight white ass hole. He pulled out of the
teenagers 
hole, wiped the sweat off his brow, and then cleaned his shit smeared
cock on 
Jamies sooth white ass. Then he said to the assembled players.

"Now you'll hear me and hear me good. This here whore be fine. This
here 
whore going to go to the prick of the baddest mother fucker on the
field. Now 
during the next half I be going to be taking names..... You
Washington, that 
line men get past your black ass and you don't get any this fine white

pussy...You got that in your thick head?" Larry asked the hurting line
man.

"Yes coach....I going to keep then fuckers out.." Washington offered.
Anything 
to get  piece of that smooth bouncy white ass the coach had just
vacated. 
Washingtons limited attention span was wholly taken with that ass.

"NO! NO! You ain't going to get no pussy that way. You going to kill
those 
fuckers that try to get by you. They going to have to triple team your
ass and 
you going to still stop um....You got that???" Larry demanded. "You'll
wants 
some of this, You'll kick some but for it. Send the fuckers to the
hospital, Then 
you going to be in THIS pussie... You got's that!!"

"Yea coach." came the response.
"Pussy and I don't hear you fucker." Larry said forcing a banana sized
finger 
into Jamies cunt, against the girls best efforts to keep him out. She
grunted 
and rose up to accomadate the invader and shift her internal organs.
Every 
eye in the place was glued to that smooth white pussy.

"YEA COACH I GOING TO STOP THOSE FUCKERS! SHIT FOR A PIECE 
RIGHT NOW I KILL THEIR ASSES." Washington shouted. His eyes blazed 
with passion. He wanted that twichie white ass.

"Now rest of you fuckers best look here and be satisfied with a a look
for now. 
Frank and Tim boy here going to shower the whore and then I going to
place 
her safely place under lock and key till we see what you fuckers do in
the next 
half. Then we going to see who do the deeds and be deserving this fine
piece 
of pussy. Now you pussies, can look, can touch, but if you want to
fuck with 
this here cunt you'll gots to send her team mates to the hospital. Now
get out 
the way and let the real men scrub down the pussy." Larry ordered.

Jamies ass hole and pussy felt relief with the removal of the
invaders. But she 
was out of it and staggered along with her two captors to the showers.
She did 
not know where she was. Her conscious mind had all but shut down
during 
the experience of the stripping and fucks before the team, and the ass
fucking 
had really pushed her out there in space. The humiliating walk to the
shower 
under the eyes of the team, NUDE, was a blur to her.
The boys positioned her under the shower with no resistance. They held
her 
at arms length and turned on the cold water only.

Jamies cautiousness came back with a vengeance. The cold water felt
like an 
ice bath. She tried to screamed but the dirty socks were still in
place. The 
female body, which always seems to be cold, now shivered for a reason
and 
the freezing water continued. She was then, at the instigation of the
crowd, 
turned upside down, to clean out her works, don't you know.

Her fleeting contiousness withdrew and the boys tired of the showering
of an 
imaminate body, even a nubile female body. She was dried with the
dirty 
uniforms and taken back to the coaches firm control.

Larry effortlessly lifted Jamie and stuffed her back into a upper
clothes locker. 
He then forced her legs to her tits and she was trapped inside the
locker. She 
would be there when they got back.


"All right now line up here. Each ou you'll potential fuckers get's up
here and 
stick in a finger to see what you be missing, you be slacking on my
team next 
half this here game."

The boys each stuck a finger or thump in the pussy or ass hole and
promised 
himself that in less than an hour this would be where his dick going
to be. Not 
one of them felt he would miss out on this fine piece of ass. A firmer

commitment was never made to this team.

Then the coach slammed the door. Rammed home his padlock, and pocketed

the key.

"Now get out there and show me how much you'se want this little old
pussy, 
from our new mascot. Who know, I might even let butterfoot Wane, The 
kicker get a piece..... if he do 40 - 50 points this quarter to make
up for his 
past sins." Coach laughed.

Despite her condition Jamies sex organ had begun to lubricated at the 
stimulation of all those frictioning fingers. Jamie awoke at the
slamming of the 
locker room door. Her world was wet, cold, at first black, and
cramped.  
Gradually she became aware of some light from the small vents in the
metal 
door. She now knew what a prezzle felt like. Her knees were under her
chin. 
Her arms were still tied behind her back with the cutting shoe laces.

As her eyes adjusted to the blackness lit by the vent seepage. she
thought 
she sensed someone out there.  She tried to move, but could not. She
tried to 
scream but all that came out was a gurgling  unhuman noise. Finally
she was 
reduced to shivering and waiting in the semidarkness for her captors 
pleasure. She heard the roar of the crowd but this time she was not
leading 
the cheering. She drifted of to visions of cocks and fingers in her.
She 
shuttered.

***********************************

On the field Larrys team seemed invigorated. They did not miss an 
opportunity to take it to their opposite numbers. The score turned
around. The 
runners gained with every carry. Passes were complete and the lines
held.

<"Fuckers be motivated NOW!!!"> Larry thought to himself with  big
grin. He 
done turned this team. <"Yes sir this going be a winning....">

"Sir.... Sir...." and a tapping on his large shoulders brought Larry
out of his day 
dream.

Larry turned to see a skinny ugly white woman trying to get his
attention.

"What you want woman, I got's me a game to run here." Larry shouted
over 
the roar of the crowd, as his team made another TD.

"Sir I am the Cheer Leaders advisor for that team over there..," she
pointed to 
the opposite bench, "and... well one of our cheer leaders is missing.
You 
see...."

"Don't know nothing bout your cunts. Keep um off my side of the
field... I got 
work to do here. You keep on your side of the field." Larry tried to
bluster his 
way out of this potential set back.

Her face reddened, but Jody decided to seek out her lost cheerleader.
Maybe 
she was in the boys locker room. She walked straight back to the
building and 
cautiously knocked on the door.

RAP RAP RAP......

No answer...

"YO YO IS ANYONE there???" Jody yelled. She was very embrassed at  the

intrusion of the boys locker room. The smells... were soo animal...
Couldn't 
they use something to... well .

She descended the stairs and walked to the lockers. Noone was about.
The 
crowd shouted and them ....

BANG

The noise startled her and she cried out. She heard a small muffled
noise and 
she sought to find its source.

"Jamie are you in here...." Jody inquired looking down each isle.

The noise of the fans outside hid any potential sound. She felt like a
thief. A 
braisien woman. She would die if anyone found her in here. Surely
Jamie was 
nowhere to be found and so she turned to leave. 
As she looked up at the top of the stairs and coming down were two
black 
boys. One in the team uniform limping and the other in a sweat suit,
probably 
the team gofer.

"What you be doing here bitch?" the large injured player demanded.

"Uh... I'm the adviser for the...." Jody began.

"She be a groupie or a thief." the gofer argued. "She probably come
here to 
steal a jock strap or something to sniff for the rest of her miserable
life."

"Now just a minute, young man, I am a teacher and the..." Jody tried
to reason 
with them.

Washington lunged and grabbed her with his powerful arms and held her
still.

"Jucy, you flip up the skirt and tear off them panties. Let's see if
this bitch got 
a better looking cunt than her face. She be an ugly un, but maybe this
grupie 
be fun for a time or three."

Jucy easily avoided her attempted kicks and had her ankles trapped
with the 
torn panties in no time. As he slid his long black fingers back under
her skirt 
she twisted like mad.

"NO NO STOP THIS YOU ANIMALS...I"M..." Jody began when Washingtons 
hand clamped over her mouth.

"Jucie be it a good pussy?? Or should we throw her back??" Washington 
inquired. "I be tired or this bitches voice..."

"Cann't rightly tell. Too much tangley hair in the way." Jucy
answered.

"Get the tape and bandage shit now." Washington ordered. Jucy did it.
Then 
while Washington steadied her Jucy tore off the tape and covered her
hairy 
cunt with it.

Jody struggled like one possessed. The tape tore out most of her pubic
hair 
and caused her more pain than she had ever experienced in her life
when 
Jucie ripped it off her.


"Now what it be like?" Washington demanded holding the now frantically

struggling woman.

"Be still kind of hidden, but be a white pussy. You'll knows they
probably all 
look alike. What say we try her out??" Jucy commented.

"Tear off the top half so we can see if it be as good as the other
un." 
Washington said.

RIPPPPPPP.....SNAP......RIPPPPP.  

"Don't be any great tits here. Small nipples even. Women you be a
disgrace. 
Why you didn't even grow big tits???" Jucy mocked the now denuded
Jody.

Jody was praying that these smelly animals would be stopped. She did
not 
like men. The thought of black men was abhorant to her very being. To
be 
nude and in their power.... why she would die. She would just die
right now... 
she closed her eyes and willed her self to die..... It did not happen.
She was 
brought back to reality with a pain in her right nipple. She looked
down and 
was horrified.

The smaller beast had her whole tit, small as it was, in his big lips
and he was 
nipping at the nipple with his teeth.

"AHAHAHAHAAHA" Jody tried to scream...
"Shut the fuck up bitch! The boy just trying to see if they be real
tits or some 
paste on falsies. He be done in a minute and if you is a queer, then I
have his 
bite um off. How bout that."

Jody squirmed about to see Washingtons leering face. From his
expression 
she knew he meant every word....

THE COACH 3

After stiffening Jodys right nipple, Jucy went to work on the other
one. His 
gripped her pussy lips and held her by nipple and lips while
Washington tore 
off his clothes for the future proceedings. Jucies fingers found her
vagina and 
worked their way inside the tight dry hole. This and the nipple
nipping 
produced, remarkably, some lubrication.


Jody hated this. Her body was responding to this animal. she should
be... 
Here she was stripped and standing there letting this boy ...... She
started to 
back away..

Jucy hooked his fingers in their now wet hole, and bit down on the
stiffening 
left nipple. Further he reached around her hips and sought her most
personal 
hole.

This caused her to stop moving. Her hands sought to stop the invasion
of her 
ass hole. This was just perfect for Washington returning to assume his
right to 
her nude form. He laced her wrists together with his rawhide shoe
laces and 
pulled her hands away from Jucies exploring fingers..

"No No Please.. I'll do anything... Don't let him... I mean... Please
make him 
stop.. I"ll do anything you want... Please stop him..." Jody pleaded.

"OK. I'se going to see if you means what you say.... Jucy let the
bitch go. She 
and I going to have an eye to cock experience, and see if'n she be a
good 
bitch of if'n we haves to use drastic measures." Jody shuttered at
these 
words.

Reluctantly Jucy withdrew his exploring fingers and Jody was turned to
face 
Washingtons hugh black chest. In her embarsement Jody looked down and 
saw what to her appeared to be a black garden hose protruding from the

black boys crotch.

Realization caused her to seek flight, but Jucy held her shoulders and
forced 
her to her knees. Washingtos sat down on the bench and grabbed Jodys 
ears. He rubbed her shrinking face over his hardening black cock and 
dangling balls.

"Now don't you'll be forgetting your promises. You said you'd do
anything and I 
ames to hold you'll to your words." Washington demanded.

Jody thought she would be sick. She did not utter a word as this
animal would 
take the opportunity to....... no it was.... unthinkable... She would.

"Jucy go get the liniment and more tape. I needs my ankle taped and
then if 
this bitch still be playing the reluctant virgin mouth, we going to
tear her a new 
ass hole." Washington ordered.

He played with her captive face while Jucy worked on his swollen
ankle. 
When it was properly bandaged he rose unsteadily to his feet and
forced Jody 
to lie down on the bench. He seated himself comfortablely on her
shrinking 
tits.

"Jucie pore some ot that stuff on her cunt, and get me some matches."

"What you going to do.... You cann't... Please...  Don't hurt me."
Jody pleaded. 
Then she felt the splash of the liniment on her now stinging labia.

Jucy returned and lit a match where Jody could see the flame rise up.

"Now bitch you'se going to suck... and suck real good or we'se going
to.... 
LIGHT YOUR FIRE....." Washington explained.

Jody hesitated and the flames heat caused her to pass out before the
flames 
went out.

She awoke in a river of ice cold water. Her tormenters had taken her
to the 
shower and cleaned the pussy of its small fire. Then they rinsed her
total 
nudity.

They brought her shivering back to the bench. Washington then sat
down, 
and forced her to a position between his knees and ordered,


"Suck my nice black snake or We going to put that old stuff in your
holes and 
use you'll like a candle. No more saying just do bitch,... or we try
the matches 
again..."

Jody cringed. Her cunt was hurting like nothing she had ever felt. She
oveled 
her mouth and tried to draw in the large menacing black hose into her
small 
dainty mouth.

She was sure it was too big. It could not go in, but a couple of slaps
and some 
ear tugging and soon it was partially in her oral cavity. The horrible
things 
head was resting on her reluctant tongue.

"No ain't that a pretty picture, Jucy. Bitch done found a home, but
she done 
fallen asleep there though. 

Get that tongue to wagging. Else I be thinking that it need to be torn
out to 
make room for my balls.." Washington said looking into fearful her
eyes.

Jody never felt so scared in her life. Her whole world was gone. This
black 
animal had .... SMAKKKK.... She moved her tongue to stroke the
underside of 
the horrid thing in her stuffed mouth.

"Dumb bitch...." Washington said and he moved her head by the ear
holders 
till just the tip was in her mouth, "Now lavel that piss hole till I
shoot. Lots of 
suction and lots of tongue or I gets the idea to start another fire in
that 
worthless cunt of yours."

Hating every minute Jody did as instructed. This animal would do it.
Of that 
she was sure. She laved and suctioned. She had never done this. She
felt like 
a slave to this black teem. Nothing could be more horrible than......
What was 
that... She felt hands opening her ass cheeks and a pressure at her
ass 
hole..... No they couldn't. She would not let them....

She reared up, spit out Washingtons cock and cried....

"NO PLEASE NOT THAT I"M DOING...." Jody started.

Washington forced her head back on his impaling cock and said.

"Bitch you go on with this here blow job you be giving me. Let my man
Jucy 
here have a little piece of that ass. You be glad he started you out
with his 
small dick in there. 
Some of the other boys come here got bigger dicks than me and they all
be 
wanting your ass. Your cunt be soo messed up..." Washington told her.

Oh god no .... uhhhh ohhhh uhuhu. Her ass hole resisted but Jucy was,
if 
nothing else, persistent in his goal of her neither hole. It took time
and Jucy 
finally gained the entrance of his slim dick. He paused, reached
around and 
grabbed the little nipples and using them for leverage slammed home
his long 
slim dick in her virgin neither hole.

"Bitch be tighter than any virgin I done." Jucy said. Then taking
advantage of 
his position Jucy commenced to sawing back and forth in the unwilling
hole. It 
fought the invader, but it was a losing battle. Jucys persistence paid
off and he 
soon got his nut.

"AHHHH Man this be a good un. This be a real crowd pleased when the
boys 
get back. Man you all right. I got's to get back to the coach. He skin
my black 
ass I don't get back." Jucy said. "You be OK if I'se to go back to the
coach?"

"Yea you go on back. Me and the bitch be having a good time now, Ain't
we 
bitch..." Washington said slapping the top of Jodys head to illicid a
grunted 
response from the now subdued tyro cock sucker. "Bitch be worthless
now but 
when you'll get back I have her sucking like a pro."

Jodys ass hole burned. Her jaw ached. Her tongue was ready to fall off
and he 
was not satisfied. He signaled for more by twisting her ears. She
sniffiled and 
tried to obey, but he wanted more.

He grabbed the back of her head and forced his now massive black hose
into 
her till then virgin throat.

She strained her neck muscles and tried to withdraw from the
onslaught. She 
could not ... she would not.... UGGGGGGG

The dick was pushing the tonsils out of the way. It gained entrance to
her 
throat and corked it. Washington paused to allow the normal spasiming
to 
stimulate his now raging organ.

She could not breath. She saw spots before her eyes. She knew she was 
going to die.

Jody lost hope.... She had all ways been a good girl. Now here she was
going 
to die...Strangled by a niggers cock.... she was losing contiousness.
She was 
going to ....

Sensing this Washington reluctantly started to slowly slip his now
throbbing 
dick out of her throat.

The cock popped free of her throat. She drew the sweetest breadth of
air of 
her life. She looked up and surrendered to this wonderful black teen.
He let 
her live. She withdrew to the head and licked the cock like it was her
first 
lollypop. She suctioned like mad. She withdrew from the cock with a
loud pop. 
Took a breadth and quickly licked over the whole slimy black meat.



When Washington twisted her ear again and she inhaled hid now slimy
black 
dick and carefully drew it to the fullest. His hand at her neck forced
it into her 
soar throat again but this time it was easier. She let her throat
muscles milk it 
for a while and then slowly withdrew to the head.

This time when the cock reached her mouth she sensed a flow of liquid.
She 
swallowed as fast as she could. She did not think to try to spit out
the 
wonderful liquid. She was soo happy to be alive that all thought of
rebellion 
was gone.

When the flow was done she withdrew and cleaned off the wonderful
black 
head with her filthy tongue. She awaited her black masters orders.

"Now we getting some where, bitch. Now show me you love me... Kiss
them 
fine black balls and lick um till I be ready to get the show on the
road again." 
Washington ordered.

In a former life she would have preferred death to this but now she
happily 
lowered her head by the now flacid dick and kissed the balls that had
given 
her all that nice thick cream. She tongue kissed them all over. She
wished he 
would release her hands so she could hold those balls but she did not
want to 
anger her master. She licked....kisses..... and then licked somemore.

"Now that be a good bitch, now scoot down here by the bench. Put that
face 
to the floor and stick that ass up here for me." Washington ordered.

Trembling Jody did as ordered and spread her knees. Washington knelt 
behind the upturned white pussy and guided his dick into the waiting
wet hole. 
He found the mark easily and forced his massive dick head into Jodys
small 
hole.

"Bitch all your former fuckers must had needle dicks, but I going to
bust this 
out to man sized for you right now."

Jody teased up and sought to wiggle forward but Washington grabbed her

hips and sank into her hole three inches.

"Relax bitch. Here comes the sweet part." Washington said and forced
the 
other five inches into the now straining hole.


<"Sweet....part..... AHHHAHHAAAAAA."> She thought. Straining and
shaking 
to give the black hose better access to her cunt. It seemed to go on
forever. 
She did not want it to stop. Her previous lover had never gone this
deep.

When she felt him start to withdraw she squeezed her muscles to hold
on to 
him. She wanted him to give it to her. She almost cried when she felt
him slip 
out.

"Please...please don't stoooooo.....AHHHHHHHH" she cried.

Washington sensing her need slammed back home in her belly. He sawed 
back and forth and then stopped inside her depth. Time for a
change.... He 
withdrew completely and repositioned his dick.

While she was basking in the glow of his dicks possession of her cunt
he 
slammed into her ass hole.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!" She cried rearing up with all the
strength 
she could muster... It hurt... It burned..... it....it.

She sank back down and her ass hole sought to hold its invader in it's
depth. 
She came again and again... She had never been soo.... She lost 
contiousness.




THE COACH 4 

Larry was elated. His team beat them other fuckers and all the boys
had acted 
like raging animals. Just a little pussy. That is all the motivation
they needed...

"Mr Larry, Washington done got hisself a whore in the locker room."
Jucy 
informed him over the tomultious roar of the boys and the fans.

"What you say!!! Where he get a pussy. I kill his black ass he be
fucking with 
my mascot whore!!" Larry declared.

"No sir.. We be finding her there when we took him to bandage his
ankle. She 
be looking around for something and we....well Washington, he done
took her 
and stripped her and he done...." Jucy went on.
"What you be doing while the boy be doing all this??" Larry demanded.
"Your 
black face done tell me you done her too. You slimy prick. Then you
don't tell 
me. I going to kill...Aw get out the way..."

"I..didn't do much..see I just well I.." Jucy dronned on and on
attempting to 
asuage his part in the proceedings.

"Why you don't tell me this when you come back??" Larry demanded as he

ran back to the locker room. He worried at what disaster he would find
there.

"Well You be doing the game and...I be.." Jucy said running along side
of the 
coach.

"Oh shut up! Just get out the way.." Larry said rushing through the
crowd of 
jubilant fans.

<If that boy had let the bitch find the chearleader he would have to
.... He did 
not know what to do... Why this all ways happen to me a poor black man

trying to make it in a cruel world.> Larry thought.

He opened the door and quickly locked it behind himself. He descended
the 
stairs. His first sight was Washingtons worthless black ass sticking
up beside 
the bench. He rushed over fully intending to kick that black ass into
the middle 
of next week. Only when he got closer he saw skinnier white legs
beside the 
muscular black ones.

The boy had fucked himself and the bitch senseless. He was mad but
this 
was better than he had feared. She had not got out. She was still
here. Boy 
done fucked her unconscious. <Play this right and he'd own this bitch.
So she 
be an ugly white woman. Pussy be pussy.> Larrys mind raced through his

options.

He pushed Washington off the bitch and dragged her to her knees by her
hair. 
A smile covered his broad face. The chearleaders  monitor!! Bitch
won't be no 
more trouble to him. Not now like this. She now be his other mascot.

"What you doing fucking underaged boys?? You whore.. I going to get
the 
police on your ass..." Larry screamed in the half alert fucked out
womans 
face.


Cum on her lips, oozing out her cunt and ass... What could she say..
She 
sought to wipe her mouth on her shoulders as her hands were still tied
behind 
her back and she could not hide her shrinking nudity from this angry
black 
man.

"Please... he made me.. He..." Jody stammered. She was daised and half

conscious of what Larry was saying to her. She needed time to think.
<Police 
no she could not face that. She would...>

"Don't give me that you bitch.. I heared bout your kind. You'll like
that young 
black cock. Cannot get enough.. Seducing my gofer and this here fine
black 
boy.. Just so you'll win the game. I going to get the cops. They throw
you white 
ass in jail for bout 100 years for this. You one sick white bitch."
Larry 
threatened the nude woman.  "NO PLEASE.. I...I'll" Jody stammered...
She 
struggled to make him understand but the pain in her scalp and the
taste of 
cum in her mouth caused her to be very defensive. It looked bad for
her, after 
all she did...well he did... but she well..

"Well maybe we can work something out but you better do everything I
tell you 
to or your ass is grass and the boy here and I are the lawnmore to cut
it down 
to size, YOU GOT THAT???" Larry demanded.

Jody cringing nude on her knees looked up at him. She thought he might
be 
right. She was his she had to do... what was he going to do to her..
Anything 
was better than arrest, publicity.. She would do anything he said.
Anything to 
get her clothes back and get out of here with as little trouble as
possible.

He left her there cringing and went and let the rest of the team in.
They were 
so jubilant in their win and expecting to see a whore ready for their
efforts that 
at first they did not notice that this female was not the little
chearleader they 
expected. This was a flat  chested...Teacher???

The coach...What a man... The boys thought.

Larry stood facing the boys, behind Jody. He hauled her up by her hair
to her 
feet and began,

"Boys this here slut done come over to the winning team and she done 
Washington nearly to death. Now she going to take on all of you'll to
prove 
she be more than a match for you'll,even if her team ain't."

"OH GOD!!!" Jody uttered before Larry covered her mouth. He then 
whispered in her ear..

"I gets the slightest complaint and I call the cops on you ass." Then
he 
continued to the team.

"Bitch be going to lie right here and take on any one of you'll think
you man 
enough to do this here bitch what done in old Washington here."  Larry

shouted to the rapidly stripping boys.

A cheer went up from the victorious boys and they descended on the
cringing 
Jody with dicks at the ready. Jody was forced down on the bench and
the 
boys started to use this free pussy. Larry observed the first two get
their rocks 
off and then he went to the next isle and opened the locker where
Jamie had 
been held prisoner.

A red headed boy sat on Jodys tits, directed his dick to her mouth and

ordered, "Suck me off bitch I don't want any of that scummy pussy of
yourn. I'll 
show you what a winning dick tastes like."

Jody looked crosseyed down the length of the boys dick. Just then
another 
boy drove into her ass hole with a vengeance. She opened her mouth to 
scream. The red head took this opportunity to shove into her oral
cavity and 
lodged in her throat, muffeling the scream before it got out.

Jody shook her head trying to dislodge the dick but the boy grabbed
her sore 
ears. She used her tongue on the underside and the boy withdrew to
allow her 
to minister to his cock head. Jody took the clue and licked for all
she was 
worth. She remembered the other black boys dick and tried what had
pleased 
him.

Larry reached into the locker and with drew out the nude daised
chearleader. 
He positioned her on another bench in the next isle.

"Some of you'll horney fuckers get over here and use this un." Larry
shouted.

A group of the team raced over and a grinning Washington managed to
sink 
his hardening black hose into Jamie. He still wanted some of this
bitch.



"Washington I ought to cut off that black snake of yourn. You almost
got me in 
a world of trouble." Larry said marveling at the resilient nature of
the horney 
fucker. "Like I said before you is all ways at the head of the free
pussy line."

"AH coach," Washington pleaded from his position in the cheerleaders
cunt. A 
covered big grin covered his face. He finally had the soft white
cheerleaders 
ass... "AHAHAH"

"Go on fucker get a nut you worthless fucker." Larry said.

Soon the girls were submerged in a sea oy young male dicks..

Larry looked over the straining boys.. Yes sir this was motivation all
right. He 
could see he was going to be the winningest team coach in this league.

*******************************

The orgy went on for as long as anyone could get it up. Why Larry even
had a 
couple or three goes hisself. Had to show these boys way a man does
it. Then 
he shouted...

"Now take um into the shower and clean um up.. Got's to teach you
fuckers 
every damn thing. Don't be putting up your toys dirty. Clean um up
real good, 
Specially them cunts. Now get to it.."

The boys dragged the two exhausted females into the shower room and 
gleefully took a time washing down the now delirious females.

They saw each other but they did not have the energy to say or do
anything 
but stair as a black or white hand soaped their cunts, tits and asses.
The 
showering was finally finished and two drenched but clean cunts were 
presented for Larrys inspection.

"Looks good enough to eat.. Jucy bring me those duffel bags over
here." Larry 
ordered.

"Give me a couple of those sweaty jock straps for these whores to suck
on 
while we take them home with us. Them be reminders of their good
times."

The unresisting females were forced head first into the canvass bags,
tied 
with shoe laces and secured with padlocks.

"All right now everybody grab some of the stuff and put it into the
buss we 
got's to go home tonight. I know's you'll be itching to get home to
those little 
pussies of you'ne tonight. Though after these two. I don't see you'll
be up to 
any more pussy tonight."

**************************

As they were storing the gear the other coach came over and asked
Larry,

"Did you see any of our girls over here? One of our cheerleaders and
the 
monitor are missing."

"Now what they be doing over here??" Larry blustered "Probably off 
somewhere doing girlie things. Thats why I don't let my team near that
sort of 
girls."

"Well ask un anyway." demanded the opposing coach.

"BOYS ANY YOU'LL SEE ANY GIRLS OVER HERE FROM THE OTHER 
TEAM??" Larry shouted.

The boys shrugged and went about storing the team equipment and the
two 
extra duffel bags into the cargo carrier of the bus. Once it was all
there, the 
boys boarded and Larry got into the drivers seat.

"Better luck next time coach. Hope you find them girls of yourn."
Larry said 
and slammed the door. Started the bus and roared out into the night.
The boys were soo tired that they did not even engage in the normal
horse 
play on the trip home. They were just too tired.

At their school they boys helped store the normal gear in the
equipment room 
but the two 'special duffel bags went into the trunk of Larrys old car
and 
everyone stood around for his final words.

"Now men you'll done good tonight. Picked up some new mascots and all.
I 
knows of a place to keep um till we needs um again so you'll goes on
and 
enjoy the victory party. The old coach still got places to go and
things to do. A 
coach work is never done." Larry said. He got in his car and drove off
with his 
new 'mascots' safely imprisoned in the trunk.

*************************
As promised the Producer had sent him a couple of tapes of the
training on 
the pony farm. Larry had never visited there. He felt this would be
the perfect 
place to keep these 'mascots' till next weeks game.

Yes sir sometimes a poor black man did get a break....

 Coach #5 

The drive to the farm was uneventful but Larry was tired form  the
days 
activities. The elation of winning gave way to the  physical
exhaustion of all 
that fucking..

He finally found what he thought was the right place but their  was a
high 
locked gate. He drove up and went to the speaker and  rang the bell.

"What you want, sucker?" came a gruff voice from the speaker.

"Look man, I'm Larry. I done give you one uh...fillie... The  producer
done 
brought you one from me last year." Larry started.

"So what? That don't mean a thing to me. How I know you be who  you
say 
you is... Sides that was last year... " came the voice.

"Look man I done gave you a fillie and I needs your services."  Larry
said.


"Say what?? I don't run no charity ward here. Now gets your black  ass
out 
here fore I sick the dogs on you ass." came the voice.

"Look man you done benefited from me a fore, and now I got some  more 
now. Now let me in you stupid fuck." Larry argued.

"You know this fuck?" came the voice.

"Yea, yea that's the boy. Yea let him in. Spook how the hell are  you.
This is 
your lucky night. This here farmer was going to  shoot your ass. You
should of 
called first." came the Producers  voice over the speaker.




"You say he is OK then maybe I let's his ass in." came the first
voice and the 
gate buzzed opened, "Drive over here to the barn  and don't be doing
no sight 
seeing along the way. I still can  shoot you full of holes if'n I
don't like you ass. 
You'se on my  property, man and I don't like nobody messing in my
business."

Larry got back into the car and after the gate buzzed open, he  drove
to the 
barn. There he saw the small cigar smoking producer  and a tall black
man 
with a shotgun, trained on him. Soo much  for brotherly hospitality.

"Spook, Spook it's good to see you. I thought you was playing a  game
this 
week." the producer said. "Did you win?? You see we  weren't expecting

company this late at night. We gots to be  cautious in this business,
you see."

"What you be wanting? I ain't giving the fillie back. I had a  hard
time training 
that bitch and their wern't no profit so I  ain't paying you and...."
the farmer 
began..

"You'll got me all wrong,man. I didn't come for anything I cane  to
board some 
fillies with you and put then under your fine  training program."
Larry said with 
a wide smile.

"Spook you didn't!" the producer said. "I thought you swore offen
things like 
that the last time you got into all that trouble."

"I benefited you and all those other motherfuckers, and I got  didley
out of it. 
Sure you'se done me a favor and recommended me  for the coach job, but

you done made a lot more out the deal than  I ever done got."

"Spook I had expenses, you got to realize those chinks are  stealing
me blind. 
I can not get a royalty check out of them no  way.. Besides that is
past. This 
type of business is beyond  you." the producer said.

"Yea, that is want I thought you'd say. You did send me some  videos
of this 
here boy pony training my bitch, here, with all  the leathers and
shit. I liked it 
so when I come into some  trainable bitches I thunk of this here
place..." Larry 
explained.

"I said I don't run a charity place here. I charges for boarding  and
training is 
extra. Most times I hardly makes expenses on this  part of the
business. See I 
gots a lot of overhead." the big  black farmer explained still holding
the 
shotgun.
"Don't be doing me like that. I done been had before. This time I
aim's to get 
me a piece of the whole pie agreeded to afore I gets  stiffed again."
Larry 
argued..

"Men, men.... I got's a solution to the problem here. Larry you  go
get the 
merchandise and Ralph here and I will look um over.  If they are good 
merchandise that I can use. I'll do a series on  um. Ralph will train
um, and we 
will all share in the profits.  I'll front the expenses till they are
trained and then 
I'll get  my front money back from the sale price. Go get them spook..
it  is the 
best deal your going to get anywhere tonight" the  producers offered.

Larry knew that their was no point in arguing. He went to the car
trunk and 
took out the two duffel bags. He carried them back  inside the barn
and 
deposited them at the farmers feet. The  farmer put up the shotgun and

looked at the wiggling duffel bags.

"Here is my end. Lets see if they measures up to your standards."
Larry said 
removing the padlocks and depositing the two trusted  up nude girls
for the 
inspection of the producer and Ralph.

"You fool... Look what those laces don done to their wrists. Get
those things 
offen up fore their hands fall off. I'll get some  leather cuffs for
them. Course 
they be expensive and get those  rags out their mouths. They might
choke 
you to death, fool."  Ralph ordered.

He was right the two girls lay daised on the floor. They could  not
even bring 
their arms around after Larry cut the binding  laces off their wrists.
Not after 
their long stay, tied and  twisted up in the duffel bags. When the
jockstraps 
were removed  from the girls mouths they just moaned but did not offer
any  
comments, or pleading as they were too dehydrated.

They had no objections to the soft leather cuffs on wrists and  ankles
that 
Ralph produced and did not even seem curious when he  placed a large
collar 
around their necks.

The girls moaned when their wrist cuffs were joined behind then  and
raised to 
attach to the collar but no other sign of rebellion  was encountered
when 
Ralph attached a snubbing chain between  their ankle cuffs.

"Now lets stand um up and see what you done brought." Ralph said.

"They get their bearings they going to scream their heads off."  Larry

observed.

"Naw they ain't. Friend of mine, a vet, sold me those collars.  They
shock the 
fool out of um if they try to talk or anything.  Here look..." Ralph
explained.

He grabbed Jodys nipple and she started to scream. She bent over  and
fell 
down with very little vocal response.

"See the louder the noise they makes the worse the shock, they  gets.
A real 
obstinate one, she, burn her own voice box out for  you quicker'n
shit." Ralph 
said.. "Now stand these bitches up  and lets see this merchandise."

"Spook this un is nice. Got nice soft titties. No pussy hair to  speak
of and 
over all the pick of the litter." the producer said,  as he examined
Jamie, "Why 
did you bring this other old pig??"  motioning to Jodys cringing
nudity.

"Wern't my doing." Larry objected. "They come as a pair to me and  I
needs to 
board um for a week till next game. I think I going to  keep um like
team 
mascots. For the boys morale don't you know."

"You expects me to waste my valuable time on these pussies and let
you 
take um to your game orgies every week. Niggar you be crazy..  That
just be 
inviting trouble. Forget the whole thing. Takes them  back where you
found 
um and..." Ralph objected
"Now wait a minute, Ralph, we could train um for the first week  and
see how 
it goes. If they don't measure up... we give u back to  spook here and
they are 
his problem. Anyway we get the film and  the use of the pussies for a
week. 
You sold the others and you  got no stock right now any way, so what
are you 
out?"

"N........!! AHAHA" Jody tried to speak and was rewarded with a  shock
to her 
throat that knocked her down again.

"See the beauty of those things. Don't even have to shout at her  or
knock the 
bitch down. She does it her self. Slicker shit."  Ralph said dragging
Jody up by 
her hair, "And it don't leave those  black and blue marks all over her
miserable 
hide."



"Well you guarentees my weekly fee from the proceeds of the  video and
I 
goes along with the deal."  Ralph spoke up with his  big black hand in
the 
folds of Jodys cunt.

"I gots no choice here I goes with the deal, for now." said  Larry.

"Get um over to the stall gates." ordered Ralph.

The reluctant female nudes were brought to two stall gates and  bent
over the 
iron rails face first. A strap around the waists  kept them bent down
and two 
other straps forced the knees wide  open exposing their pussies for
the mens 
inspection.

"Man you done frictioned these little suckers something fierce.  They
be 
needing attention." Ralph said walking over to a wall  cabinet. He
selected a 
bottle of liniment and returned. He pored a  little in his hand and he
began to 
rub the stuff into Jodys worn  cunt.

"To makes a whore pussy you got's to see to it just like any  thing
leather. You 
just fuck it over and over and it get all hard  and shit, now this
here stuff see to 
it it be staying soft and  snap back in no time." Ralph explained as
he rubbed 
the stuff  into the abused folds and holes.

Jody peered upside down at the black hand in her  personal places. She
felt 
the soothing liquid ease the chaffed places. She went from hurting and

embarrassed to soothed to ....  what was happening?. She didn't try to
speak. 
She wanted to  but the shocks to her were vivid memories so she
endured.
When Ralph began his rubbing of her clit she murmered her  feelings
and was 
reminded of the collars charge. She shut up and  endured the
stimulation. She 
started to lubricate inspite of the  position, the men and the
previous brutal 
fucking. Noting  mattered right now but the wonderful feeling in her
cunt.

"Now we does this a couple of more times a day and this cunt be  good
for 
fucking a bunch more men in no time. Be ready now for  one, but better
to put 
um up wanting. Teach um to wait." Ralph  explained as he went over to 
Jamies waiting cunt.

"This un is better. Seems like she done had more dicks than the  other
un. 
Must be a natural whore." Ralph explained as he treated  Jamies cunt.
Jamies 
attempted oral objections were again rewarded  with a shock to her
throat.

When he finished his ministrations with Jamies cunt Ralph  unfastened
the 
girls from the stall gates and put the girls  inside separate stalls.
He locked the 
door and said,

"The little dick shaped nozzle on the floor give you'll water if  you
suck real 
hard. I check in in the morning. If'n you don"t  suck up enough then I
thinks 
you'll wants to have something  different. Then I replaces the water
with piss 
then you be  drinking that so you best be sucking and sucking that
water good  
you hear me." Ralph explained to the captives.

the nozzle was on the floor. It was against the far wall and  shaped
like a 
small dick. To get at it you had to bend way over  and get it into
your mouth.

Jody advanced upon the nozzle and knelt down, bent over and  sucked. 
Nothing happened. She tried again, harder this time and  was rewarded
with a 
small amount of water. She had to really  suction the dick shaped
thing to get 
enough water to satisfy her  need. It was disgusting to have to do
this and the 
position was  degrading but her need for water was great. Soon she had
to 
pee  and she saw the bucket. She needed no explanation. she squatted
over 
it and peeded. She almost died when a voice said,

"That is a good bitch." 

She looked around and saw the speaker on the wall and the camera.



THE COACH #6

Jamie and Jody both suctioned water from the nozzles the rest of  the
night. 
Their need for water was great and the amount  delivered was small for
their 
efforts so it seemed like a never  ending task. The required position
for 
drinking was humiliating.  It required them to kneel and bend over
exposing 
their open ass  cracks to the perusal of anyone looking into the stall
door.

Ralphs cameras recorded all the proceedings. The boys recline  with
cold 
beer and observed the girls efforts. Every so often  Ralph adjusted
the 
controls to require greater suction to get the  water. 
"See this be how I train them to suck cocks. They don't do it,  they
go thirsty. 


They does good they knows how to suck like a  dream, when they get's
the 
real thing." Ralph explained slowly  jacking his hugh black snake
while 
watching Jamie struggle with  the 'trainer'. "Bitches be coming along
right 
nicely. Think I  go get um in the yard and start um on the yard work.
You'll 
take  the minicams and get some raw footage of this. It be good for
splicing 
into the final cut later."

Ralph got into his Cowboy shits, leather boots, vests, chaps and  hat.
Larry 
and the producer got the minicams and followed him to  the barn.

Upon entering the barn Ralph went over and got a bull whip and  opened

Jodys stall door. He said,

"OK bitch. Time to get to the training of a nice little pony  girl,
but first we gots 
to see to this miserable hide of your'n."

"Now go over and take a big drink for me." Ralph punctuated his  order
with a 
snap of the whip by Jodys ear.

All thought of rebellion left her mind immediately. The snap of  the
whip that 
close to her face left no doubt in her mind that he  could take off
her ear if he 
got any closer. Reluctantly she  assumed the humiliating position,
under the 
cameras eyes and  suctioned water as ordered. Bent over showing her
cunt 
crack, she  suctioned water as ordered. This was all recorded.Her
nudity did  
not bother her half as much as this but the whip and it's  skillful
employment 
cowed her.

"Good bitch. Now as we going to be out a long time go over to the
bucket and 
do you duty." SNAP... Ralph ordered.

Jody cringed but the whip again convinced her to give up her  modesty.
She 
squatted over the bucket and tried to do her  morning pee. It just
would not 
come with the audience and  cameras.

"Hurry up bitch. Ain't got all day." SNAP came the command.

She finally did it. She looked up hopefully for praise, and saw  the
producers 
minicam focused on a close up of the pee coming out  of her open cunt.
She 
tensed up but the, once started seemed to  flow on and on. Her most
private 
moments were to be captured and  recorded.

"Good bitch. Now go over to the gate and let's have a look at  than
pussy 
afore we goes to the yard." came the order. "Gots to  keep good care
of that 
whore pussy. It be valuable property  despite what this fool done."
Ralph said 
admonishing Larry.

She went to the gate and bent over the railing like last night.  Ralph
came up 
to her displayed ass crack and using a spray  bottle washed her
previous 
mess from her holes. Then with the  bottle of liniment from last
night, he 
began to rub the healing  liquid into her formally privates. As before
she went 
from  apprehensive, to acceptance, to excited... The long black
fingers  
massaged the liquid into her cunt. Heating it up in no time. 

Stimulating her clit, which she had done before only in private,  was
now 
made a public thing and recorded on video. She could not  help it. She

responded to the black mans expert minupilation of  sex. She was soo
hot... 
Her own body betrayed her

"Good bitch. This pussy be ready for a hold bunch of dicks. I  hear's
you like 
young long black dicks. How's bout we try a old  thick black snake?"
Ralph 
inquired, "This here be really in need  ain't it bitch." with his
fingers inside her 
holes. He held her  like a two fingered boling ball.

Jody was soo hot and scared that she did not do anything but stay
there bent 
over. She looked between her legs and watch as the  chaps, levies, and
then 
boxer shorts slide down the black legs.  She sighed as the fingers
were 
removed from inside her. 

Then she felt a pressure of the long black dick in her waiting vagina.
She  
opened up for this now wanted invader. <What aa difference a day
makes in 
a girls life.>

Ralph slipped into the lubricated hole easy. She was ready for  him,
wanting 
Him. He only went in part way. He held back to keep  her on edge,
wanting 
and hurting for fulfillment.

"Nice pussy bitch. You going to be a real good un, ain't you."  Ralph
taunted 
her and then he withdrew till just the head was in  her hole. He
stopped there 
and felt her spasm. He ran his big  black hand over the sooth white
ass flesh. 
He spread the cheeks  and circled the tightly clenched brown rose bud.
Jody 
was soo  hot. She would have done anything for him at that moment. He
dug  
his forefinger in her ass hole bringing confused sound from her.
Then he smashed forward to the balls, and sinking his finger in  her
ass. while 
he stayed there fixed inside her he fingered his  own dick through the
thin wall 
of flesh separating the sex and  shit tubes. 

"That be what you'll is for ain't it bitch. Just bunch of soft
squeezing holes and 
nipples for my use." Ralph told the coming  sex mad female.

"There thats what you wanted ain't it bitch." Ralph asked as he
withdrew. All 
the while being mindful to show the black dick  oozing out of the
squeezing 
white ass cheeks. The audio did not  fail to pick up the soft muing
Jody made 
in spite of the shock  collar. She could not help her self.

When the shocking got bad Jody, mindful of the collar, nodded her
head 
vigorously in agreement. The video had recorded the whole  thing. This
bitch 
be well on her way to being a pussy pony. That  Ralph sure enough knew
his 
stuff. This old bitch be his now body  and soul. Larry marveled. He
thought it 
would be tougher to get  this old bitch to whoreing. <Guess all them
old white 
bitches go  crazy for that black dick. Old saying "Once they goes
black  theys 
never go back" be true.> Larry thought.

When he shot his load he walked around the gate to her head and  he
lifted 
her head up by her hair and ordered,

"Now suck and lick up the mess your pussy done made, bitch." 

Jody looked at the massive slimy disgusting black dick and  cringed.
How 
could she do that. She wrinkled her nose and turned  her head. <I mean
those 
were for pussies but she had some pride  left. Her mouth was too good
for 
that. She had regained some of  her composure and she balked at this
final 
surrender of her  precious mouth.>

"Bitch, you do when I tells you. Now suck!!" Ralph ordered.

Jody could not. She sought to lower her head but Ralph twisted  her
hair and 
tied it to a hanging rope. This held her head up  at dick level
pointed toward 
the roof.

"Strap the bitchs waist to the gate." Ralph ordered Larry, as he  went
over to 
the wall. He returned with a metal fly swatter to the  suspended nude
and 
commenced to beat her small hanging tits with  a fiorsity of a man on
a 
mission.
Jody attempted to scream but was soon silenced by the collars
electric 
shocks. Finally she endured her tit whipping in silence.

They were soon red and beginning to swell up. When Ralph was
satisfied 
with the cross hatch of marks he stopped and left poor  Jody to suffer
on the 
stall door. Her tits dragging down by  gravity to twice their normal
fried egg 
size.

Ralph replaced the fly swatter on the wall. (A place for  everything.)
He 
withdrew two large syringes from the cabinet  and two gallon bottles
of milky 
thick fluids.

He prepared one syringe and began a number of injections in Jodys
small 
ass. (This was silicone, industrial grade.) After about five
injections in each 
ass cheek he went to the other side of the  door. He then injected
each small 
tit on top and bottom. 

Jody was horrified at the sight of the hugh needle sinking into her
precious tit 
flesh. She felt the cold thick fluid course through  her mamory
glands. The pull 
of gravity increased on the now  expanding orbs. She could do nothing
but 
watch and hope he was  through with her flesh. she longed to be let
lose to 
sink into  the soft hay and sleep off the effects of her preparation. 

"Girl when we done here you going to be the asses, titted whore to
come 
down the pike in a while." he explained to his exhausted captive.

He got out the other syringe and using small amounts of collegin,
This started 
to tighten up her ass and vagina grommet muscles. <This  to increase
the grip 
of the whore works. Should do something to the  face....Na not
today!!> Ralph 
thought.

Jody was sobbing but silent through this proceedure. Now her ass  hole
and 
vagina started to burn. Her overall body was one big  ache.

Ralph left her there and went to prepare Jamie for her morning  yard
work. 
Jamie, mindful of what happened to Jody, did every  thing Ralph
ordered with 
no hesitation. 

When he had Jamie on the door he did the collegin tightening of  her
holes. 


She had ample tits and her ass cheeks were pleasing  and needed no 
augmentation. <Fine looking aprentis whore  material, and with only
one night 
of training, bitch suck up a  storm.> Ralph thought.

He attached a leash to Jamies collar and lead her to the barn  door.
He 
secured Jody with a leash and lead the two shrinking  nudes to the
yard and 
into the bright sunlight. Both girls were   a little shy as they had
never been 
outside like this before. The  sun felt warm in places that they never
felt the 
sun and being  lead like animals by a niggar. This could not be
happening to  
them... Being nude, arms secured behind them to their bark  collars in
the 
middle of a  yard, and being filmed by two men.  this must be a
nightmare.

Ralph lead them to a circular ring and attached their leashes to  the
opposite 
arms of a large wheel centered in the ring.

"Now you'll bitches listen up. Going to exercise you'll now. I  wants
you to start 
off at a walk. NOW!!" SNAP.. came from the  whip..

Jamie stumbled forward and Jodys leash forced her to take up the
pace. The 
men sat on the fence and watched the female nudity  parade round and
round 
the ring. Occasionally they would make a  comment but the nudes did
not look 
up from their humbling task. SNAP "Don't you bitches know how to
walks. 
Swing those hips,flop them tits or I going to lick um with this here
whip." Ralph  
ordered.SNAP... SNAP......


  
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TALES OF TERROR III

CONTENTS



          TRAIN                               PAGE  1

           KEEPER                          PAGE  6

           A LOVELY GIRL              PAGE 21

           LISA'S GANG BANG       PAGE 29

           SQUEALER                     PAGE 49

           VIOLATION OF NIKKI     PAGE 81

            DEBBIE DOES                PAGE 99




















TALES OF TERROR III 

TRAIN


Jerry... no. Don't" 

"C'mon Cindy." 

She shook her head, but didn't protest any further when I steered her
into an 
unoccupied upstairs bedroom. The sounds of the party receded as the
door 
clicked shut. Cindy really wasn't that kind of girl. She was a real
"daddy's girl": 
always got good marks at school, always home by eleven. You know. But
we 
had been going out for a couple of months now, and I figured I was due
for a 
little necking. I could tell she didn't mind either. Hell, we were
both seniors at 
high school. She was just complaining to let me know she wasn't easy.


Before long, we were kissing, lying beside each other on the bed. I
couldn't 
believe my luck; Cindy was one of the best looking chicks at school.
With her 
curly brown hair and bright blue eyes, she probably could've gone out
with any 
guy at school. 

Soon, I could feel a wicked hard-on bulging in my jeans. Her hand
brushed 
against it (accidentally?); she giggled a bit, but didn't pull away.
Things 
continued, and I'd even managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and my
hand 
on her tits when the door slammed open. Startled, we stopped what we
were 
doing and squinted against the sudden bright light from the hallway. 

It was Hammond; Brian 'Bruiser' Hammond: linebacker, school bully and
a guy 
I owed twenty bucks to. Fuck. 

"Hey Jerry, how's it hangin?" 

I scrambled to my feet. Cindy cringed on the bed, eyes wide, trying
vainly to 
hold together her open blouse. It was pretty obvious what had been
going on. 

"What'ya want Bry?" I tried to sound casual, but my voice broke. This
guy 
could - and would - kick my head in and not think twice about it. I
noticed that 
he had a couple of his cronies with him. 

"Just a piece of your action, Jer." He eyed Cindy on the bed. "Kinda
greedy 
keepin' it all to yourself." One of the guys with him snickered. It
was Allan 
Grant; he had been kicked out of Greenwood the week earlier for being
caught 
on the school grounds with a switchblade. I felt sick to my stomach. 

"Bry..." 

"You owe me." Hammond began to walk forward, unbuckling his belt. "And
I 
think I'm gonna start collectin'." 

I tried to stop him, but Grant and the other goon grabbed my arms and
held 
me back. I struggled, but it was pretty useless. All I could do was
watch. 
Hammond let his jeans fall down to his ankles and fell forward onto
the bed. 

Onto Cindy. 

She whimpered and tried to twist away, but he used his weight to pin
her 
down. Within seconds, he had her blouse ripped open and her skirt up
around 
her waist. Grunting, he jerked his hips and jammed his cock into her
pussy. 
Cindy gasped loudly and started crying, but he didn't care. He just
kept 
pumping away for about thirty seconds until he stiffened and came.
When he 
was done, he slid off her and rolled to one side. Cindy lay where he
left her, 
legs spread, gasping for air. 

Hammond traded places with Grant and he too was soon fucking her on
the 
bed. Cindy didn't fight when he climbed on top of her. She didn't
fight when he 
tore off her bra and began to play with her small tits. She didn't
fight when he 
jammed his cock into her pussy and began pumping. All through this
second 
rape, she just lay there, limp and unresisting. 

Grant was soon finished and the third guy took his place. He was soon
fucking 
her as she lay there. After a while, I noticed, to my embarrassment,
that my 
hard-on was once again bulging in my pants. Hammond noticed it too. 

"Hey Jerr," he laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn." 

I shook my head, but I couldn't take my eyes off the scene on the bed:
the guy 
lying in between Cindy's long, sleek, naked legs, sliding his cock in
and out of 
her now-sopping cunt. 


She still didn't resist. Maybe that's why, when the third guy was
finished and 
Hammond pushed me forward, I dropped my pants and quickly slid my 
throbbing cock into her open pussy. 

She was very wet and very tight. Like me, she had been a virgin before
that 
night. 

It felt incredible to fuck her as she lay there. Just as I was about
to come, she 
opened her eyes and stared up at me in mute horror. She looked like
she was 
about to say something, but just then I had other things on my mind.
Grabbing 
one of her tits in my mouth, I bit down on the nipple as I had the
most 
incredible orgasm. Someone was screaming, but it sounded far away. The

orgasm felt like it was going to last forever. When I unclenched my
teeth, she 
was crying again. 

God, I felt like shit. But it had felt so good! 

"Cind..." 

"Hey hey hey... what's goin on here?" 

Some more guys had come into the room. I didn't know them; they looked
like 
friends of Hammond's. 

"Nothin' much," Hammond grinned. "This little gal here's just pullin'
her first 
train." He looked over at me as I slid my cock out of her. "Ain't that
right, 
Jerry?" 

I didn't know what a train was. All I could think about was the fact
that I had 
just raped Cindy, and these guys had all seen it. I figured I'd better
just agree 
with whatever he said. 

"Yeah Bry." I grinned back at him, like I was in on the joke. "That's
it." 

Hammond's grin widened as he turned to the newcomers. "You're just in
time," 
he announced. "You're next." 

"Alright!" 

The first guy wasted no time. Sliding his pants down, he dropped into
the spot I 
had just left and began fucking Cindy. 
At last, she began to fight, twisting and bucking underneath him, but
it looked 
for all the world like she was just fucking him back. I think she
tried to scream, 
but when she opened her mouth, he covered it with his own, and slid
his 
tongue in. 

Powerless, I watched as guy after guy fucked my girlfriend. After a
while, they 
propped her up on her hands and knees so one guy could fuck her from 
behind while another guy fucked her mouth. I'm sure she had never so
much 
as seen a cock before tonight; now, she was sucking on them like a
whore. I 
even took a turn in her mouth myself. I don't think she recognized me;
she just 
sucked blindly at whatever was put in her mouth, all the time
mechanically 
humping back against the cock in her pussy. I think she even had an
orgasm 
while sucking me, though I can't be sure. 

After coming all over her face, I stepped back and watched as more and
more 
guys came into the room. Word of what was happening had obviously
spread 
through the party, and everyone wanted a turn. By now, Cindy's clothes
hung 
in cum-soaked rags; her curly hair was plastered against her head by
sweat 
and sperm; and rivers of come ran down the inside of her thighs. She
looked 
like a real whore. 

I turned to go, but Hammond put his hand on my shoulder and took me
aside. 
"Jerr... if anyone asks, she got drunk and wanted you to fuck her. You
didn't 
want to, so she started with the other guys." He looked at me,
intense. "That's 
what happened, right?" I nodded, seeing my way out. Hammond and his 
friends would back me up. If necessary. From the looks of things, no
one in the 
room would be testifying that she had been raped. I was safe. 

 Hammond let me go, and I took one last look at her before leaving the
room. 
She was still on her hands and knees, a cock in her ass (when did that
start?) 
and one in her mouth. As I watched, the guy in her mouth came, pumping
his 
sperm down her throat. When he pulled out, she turned her
cum-encrusted 
face and looked over at me. 

"Jerry..." 

 She raised her hand towards me, calling out, but another cock was 
immediately stuck in her open mouth, and another in her open hand.
Balanced 
precariously on one hand, she began to suck one guy off while running
her 
hand up and down the other cock. Her eyes took on a glazed look, and
her 
body shuddered. 
I left the room. It looked like I would need to find a new girlfriend.
I sure 
couldn't go out with Cindy any more. There were only a few girls like
her in 
school and everybody knew about them; they got fucked a lot, but you
didn't 
actually go out with them. Not with sluts, and that was what Cindy
would be at 
school from now on. 

And everybody would know it. 

I hoped she would enjoy her new place at school. I knew I would; at
least until I 
found a new girlfriend. 

THE END 


KEEPER

"Damn it!"

Annie Speer crumpled the small piece of pink paper and angrily tossed
it 
across the room in the general direction of the waste paper basket.
The tall 
blonde woman glared as it fell short and bounced along the worn carpet
of the 
staff room. A quick glance at the clock hung on the wall confirmed her
fears: it 
was just about 8:00 pm. Her shift should have been done almost an hour
ago. 
She'd just finished washing up and was supposed to be meeting some
friends 
at a club. Unfortunately, she had made the mistake of checking the
bulletin 
board one last time before leaving. The pink slip, requesting - no,
ordering - 
her to stop by Hanson's office was pinned up in an obvious position.
She 
couldn't even pretend not to have seen it.

Damn the man.

Damn him to hell!

Ever since he had taken over as Director of Operations at the
Bakersville 
Public Zoo, Hanson had been making her life a misery. It had been
apparent 
from the beginning - from that first awful staff meeting where he had
practically 
drooled all over her - that he would be trouble for her. 

Her fears had quickly became a reality, as she had been forced to
reject his 
advances again and again. When it finally became obvious that she
wouldn't 
go out with him, the bastard had taken it upon himself to assign to
her the 
most odious tasks. 

And so, despite the fact that she had seniority over several of the
other 
Keepers, it was her who got called at all hours of the night in
response to every 
little problem. It was her who got "requests" to stay on late friday
nights to deal 
with whatever the Director wanted her to deal with. It was her who...

Annie sighed. She loosened her clenched fists, letting the anger seep
out of 
her. No point in going ballistic over it. It was best just to see what
the asshole 
wanted; with luck, she could deal with it quickly and still meet her
friends at the 
club. If not, well... that was the job.

Ruefully, Annie examined her reflection in the full length mirror
attached to 
back of the staff room door. 
Just over thirty, she looked a good deal younger than her years, with
her 
stylishly short blonde hair and slim, almost boyish body. Feeling
slightly foolish, 
she ran a hand through her hair, pushing back a stray lock, and
straightened 
her yellow blouse. 

One of the reasons she had been looking forward to going out tonight
was that 
Amanda had promised to fix her up with a promising male friend. It had
been 
too long - nearly four months since she had broken up with that creep
Andy - 
and she found herself missing the companionship.

Among other things.

Sighing, she opened the door, walked out of the staff room and down
the hall 
towards Hanson's office. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be too
painful...

*****

"The drains?"

Jerome Hanson looked smug, sitting back behind his large desk with an 
arrogant smile on his fat, pink face. He brought up a hand to push his
glasses 
back up on his nose before repeating himself: 

"Oh my, yes. According to Vickers, they're backed up something
terrible. 
Something terrible. And it's supposed to rain tonight, don't you know.
Yes..." 
He sniffed. "...rain."

"But..." Annie fought in vain to find some way to express her anger at
having 
this job thrust on her in this manner. There must be someone else who
could...

"And with the waterfall in the gorilla exhibit, proper drainage is all
the more 
important," he continued complacently, ignoring her incoherent
sputtering. "All 
the more important. You know that; the overflow can make such a mess.
Such 
a mess."

Annie sighed and fell silent. No use wasting her breath with this
jerk. He'd 
made up his mind. Besides, he might even be right. The gorilla exhibit
featured 
a large "jungle waterfall" in the centre of the cage. If the drains
were blocked, 
the overflow from the water feed could cause a huge mess, maybe even 
flooding the cage and the interior enclosure. 

Maybe, she thought to herself, just maybe this isn't some stupid game
he's 
playing; maybe he really does care about...

"Of course," Hanson continued, a smirk appearing on his pink, pudgy
face, "if 
cleaning out the drains doesn't appeal to you, particularly, I can
think of some 
other more... pleasant way to pass the time."

Annie stiffened and felt herself turning red with anger. "I don't
think so, *Mr* 
Hanson," she growled, her voice trembling. "I think I'd rather spend
the night in 
the gorilla cage cleaning drains than go out with you." The smirk
disappeared 
from his features as Hanson's face went blank. "In fact, I'm certain
of it." 

Annie smiled and turned to go. "The gorillas," she lobbed back over
her 
shoulder as she left his office, "are better company." Hanson might
have said 
something, but she never heard it as the door slammed shut behind her.

Shaking with anger, she stomped down the short hallway and back into
the 
staff room. That was it, she decided. She'd had enough. Sitting down
at a 
table, she picked up a pen and paper and scribbled out a hurried
letter of 
resignation. That would end matters; she'd throw it in his face and
let him 
clean his own fucking drains! She'd...

As quickly as the anger had overcome her, it seeped away. Miserable,
she 
stared down at the letter, and at her name signed at the bottom with
her usual 
flourish. 

She couldn't do it; the job was all she cared about, really. And
Hanson knew 
that. That was the maddening thing; the bastard was well aware that
she 
wouldn't quit. No matter how much she hated him. 

Sighing, Annie got to her feet and walked over to her locker. She
placed the 
letter on the top shelf. Then, with a final despairing look at herself
in the mirror 
- at herself dressed up for a night on the town - she began changing
into her 
overalls. Cleaning drains was messy work.

*****

The roar of the exhibit waterfall all but drowned out the sound of
Annie's loud 
cursing to anyone more than a few feet away from her angry mouth. 


Even inside the closed off section of the Gorilla cage - the entire
area 
consisted of a large outside section where the visitors to the zoo
actually 
viewed the gorillas (the cage) and an enclosed room which was entered
by a 
small opening just beside the waterfall, where the gorilla's went at
night and 
when they wished to escape the constant scrutiny (the enclosure) - the
roar of 
the waterfall was all but overwhelming. 

The air inside the enclosure was kept quite warm and Annie was
sweating 
profusely as she struggled to move the step-ladder along the concrete
wall to 
the location of the next plugged drainpipe. As she struggled with the
ladder, 
she looked over at the gorilla who sat watching her. It was Kagu, the
largest of 
the two males that made up the family unit included in this particular
exhibit. 

His broad, flattened nose wrinkled as his black eyes followed her
actions 
closely. For a moment, Annie almost expected him to offer assistance,
but he 
just let out a quiet grunt and scrambled away on his short legs and
long, 
muscular heavy-knuckled hands and began climbing the twisted structure
of 
ladders, poles, platforms and rope that covered most of the ape's
enclosure.

"Thanks for nothing, you lazy bastard," she muttered jokingly,
returning her 
attention to her work.

Finally, the step-ladder was in position. With one last shake to make
sure it 
was steady (it wasn't, really, but steady enough), she climbed almost
all the 
way to the top and then stretched her hands upward to run a long,
thick brush 
along the inside of the drain. 

It wasn't easy work, and her precarious perch on top of the ladder
made the 
job all the more difficult as she was forced to move slowly and
carefully to 
keep the ladder from falling over. It was a good twenty feet to the
floor.

That's why, when she felt the hand on her ass, she didn't immediately
jump 
away; she couldn't do so without tipping the ladder over. She just
stiffened in 
surprise. 

Keeping her hands on the brush to steady herself, Annie slowly turned
to see 
what was happening. It was Kagu; crouched on a nearby platform. The
great 
ape had reached over and placed one of his large, hairy hands on her
ass. 

"Hey," she shouted, her voice sounding quiet and weak under the roar
of the 
waterfall. "Stop that."
Kagu looked over at her as she yelled at him, a look of... well, she
wasn't 
certain what, but he didn't look friendly. He stopped touching her,
but didn't 
move away. Annie felt a moment of indecision; she'd never had trouble
with 
any of the gorillas before - including Kagu - but something about him 
frightened her now.

Something was different; something was wrong.

"Shit."

The ape let out a quiet grunt. Suddenly terrified, the blonde
zookeeper let go of 
the brush and began to climb down off the ladder. 

Almost immediately, she felt something grab the shoulder strap of her
overalls. 
She twisted her body, trying to break free, but managed only to kick
the ladder 
over. She got a glimpse of what was holding her as she twisted around.
It was 
Kagu again. This time, he had grabbed hold of the fabric of her
overalls and 
was effortlessly holding her dangling in the air off the edge of the
platform as 
the ladder crashed to the ground. 

Annie immediately stopped struggling, not wanting to fall. She just
dangled 
there as steadily as possible, panting with fear, trying desperately
to avoid 
doing anything which might startle the gorilla or cause him to drop
her.

He held her there for a few moments and then slowly drew her up until
her 
face was level with his. He still held her out over the edge of the
platform, so 
she remained limp and unresisting. "Please," she whispered, as if he
could 
hear or understand her. "Please."

Kagu didn't react to her pleas. He did, however, reach out his other
hand and 
clutch at one of her breasts through the overalls.

"Nooooo!" Annie let out a loud scream, reaching up to push his hand
away 
from her breast.

Kagu reacted by baring his teeth and letting out a growl. His grip
shifted and 
Annie dropped an inch or two before the slack was taken up.
Immediately, she 
stopped struggling and dropped her hands to her sides, staring
fearfully at the 
gorilla's face. What was happening? She'd never heard of one of the
primates 
acting in this manner.

Satisfied with her compliance, the mountain gorilla turned his
attention back to 
her breasts. His hand moved from one to the other, touching...
squeezing... 
fondling... kneading... He seemed endlessly fascinated, playing with
the 
zookeeper's breasts like they were toys.

After a while, he tore away the front of the overalls. Annie started
to fall as the 
shoulder strap slid free, but the gorilla quickly shifted his grip so
that he was 
holding her around the back of her neck. The grip was painful, but
firm. It kept 
her from falling. 

Once again she didn't dare struggle, frightened that he might drop
her. And so 
she hung there, limp and docile, tears running down her face to mingle
with 
trickles of sweat, while Kagu used his free hand to finish tearing the
overalls 
away from her slender body.

In moments, she was stripped down to her tee-shirt and panties (she
hadn't 
fully dressed herself beneath the work clothes, hoping to change
quickly in 
time to meet her friends afterwards), dangling half naked over the
edge of the 
platform. 

Once again, the great ape seemed fascinated by her breasts as they
rose and 
fell beneath the tee shirt, jiggling with the panicked rhythm of her
breathing. 

With a puzzled look on his face, he pushed and poked at them, watching
them 
shift under the thin fabric of her tee-shirt. This game continued for
a few 
minutes until Kagu took a handful of fabric and ripped the shirt from
her body. 
Annie stifled a scream as her bra was exposed to the gorilla's eyes.
Delighted 
with his success, Kagu continued his game with her breasts, pushing
and 
poking...

Then he tried to pull the bra away. Unlike the tee-shirt, however, the
elastic of 
the bra resisted his attempts at removal; it stretched but did not
tear. The 
gorilla pulled at it for a few moment and then began to get angry,
baring his 
teeth and jerking the front of the bra in a clumsy and futile attempt
to remove it. 

Whimpering with fear, terrified that he might completely lose his
temper, Annie 
reached up and undid it for him with trembling fingers. 

The terrified zookeeper whispered soothing words as she slipped the
bra off 
her shoulders and, putting her hands underneath her small, firm
breasts, 
offered them up to the great ape. 
Kagu calmed down and immediately fell to playing with them again.
Sniffling, 
Annie dropped her hands and again hung as still as she could, hoping
he 
would eventually get tired of playing with her and pull her onto the
platform.

After playing with her breasts for another few minutes, the great ape
did pull 
her towards the platform. Annie sighed, trembling with relief as her
feet found 
support, but her hope was short lived. Kagu immediately pulled her
into his 
chest with his powerful arms and squeezed her to him, evidently
enjoying the 
feel of her breasts pushing up against his fur. 

Annie let out a muffled scream and flailed uselessly with her hands,
but the 
gorilla ignored her struggling. After a while, she gave up and went
limp again. 
It was no use fighting it; perhaps if she just relaxed, he would lose
interest.

Eventually, the great ape took hold of her shoulders and held her up
and away 
from him. He lifted her so that her breasts were eye level and just
stared. 

Annie, angry and frustrated at being held and manipulated like a toy, 
considered kicking him in the groin, but decided that it would be more
prudent 
not to anger him. 

Great apes were normally very gentle, almost never attacking people,
but they 
were fiercely strong; and there were stories... And Kagu was already
acting 
strangely enough that Annie, despite her experience at the zoo, had no
way of 
predicting what he would do next. No way of telling...

Still holding her in the air, the great ape leaned forward and took
one of her 
nipples in his mouth.

"Oh no," Annie whimpered, trembling with shock. "Please... no." She
was 
afraid that he might bite down, but instead he just mouthed it gently
with his 
thick, wet lips. 

The blonde zookeeper squirmed in his grip, but was unable to break
free as he 
mouthed first one breast and then the other. And then... unable to
help herself, 
Annie let out a quiet gasp as a thrill of pleasure emanated out from
her nipple. 

Despite the horror of what was happening to her, despite her fear and
disgust, 
the ape's lips were starting to have an effect on her nipples. It had
been 
months since she had been with a man, and the abstinence served to
make 
her susceptible to such stimulation. 

Tears ran down her face as she shivered in shame and disgust, but she
could 
feel herself beginning to get moist between her legs. She couldn't
help it...

As if sensing her arousal, Kagu gently lowered her to her feet and,
still keeping 
one large hand tightly on her shoulder, reached down between her legs.
She 
tried to close her legs and turn away, but the gorilla stuck his hand
between 
her thighs and rubbed his coarse fingers along the outside of her
pussy.

"Mmmm..."

Annie moaned in lust as Kagu rotated his thumb upwards from his wrist
and 
slipped it deep inside her pussy. It brushed up against her clit...

"Ohhh..."

The feelings of arousal were growing, and Annie felt her fear slowly
slip away. 
The great ape no longer seemed quite so menacing; and the feel of his
fat 
thumb in her pussy, sliding... rubbing... almost unconsciously, she
bent and 
then straightened her long, tanned legs, riding her hungry, sopping
pussy up 
and down on the great ape's thumb. Up and down...

 Kagu let go of her shoulder and went back to playing with her naked
breasts 
while she fucked herself on his thumb.

"Oh, yessss..."

The slender blonde glistened with lust and sweat as she slowly worked
herself 
into a frenzy of arousal. The warm, wet air of the enclosure -
intended to 
replicate as closely as possible the tropical environs of the great
apes - 
enveloped her in a soft cocoon, reflecting back onto her skin the
warmth 
emanating from her trembling body while she slowly rode up and down,
up and 
down... enjoying the feel of the ape's thumb inside her sopping pussy.


Eyes closed, pink tongue flicking out from between her parted lips,
she 
brought her hands up to cup and fondle her naked, slippery,
hard-nippled 
breasts. She was getting closer... closer... closer...

"Ahhhhck... Ahhhck..."


Annie's eyes shot open as Kagu pulled his hands away from her breasts
and 
pussy and let out a terrible cry. 

Lust forgotten, the blonde woman stumbled backwards, half turned and
tried to 
dart away. But the great ape was too quick for her. One long arm shot
out, 
encircled her waist and pulled her, kicking and screaming, into the
centre of 
the platform. 

She hit at his forearms with her fists, but the great ape just ignored
her blows. 
With a growl, he threw her face down onto the platform. The zookeeper 
scrambled to her hands and knees and tried to scamper away. 

Once again, however, Kagu was too quick for her. She felt his body
come 
down on top of her's, and only his long arms, knuckles bent on the
platform, 
kept his weight from crushing her entirely. 
As it was, she was pinned beneath him, barely able to keep on her
hands and 
knees.

With a thrill of horror, she felt the gorilla humping his groin
against her ass.

"Nooo..."

Tears ran down her face as she tried to extricate herself from
underneath his 
crushing weight, but it was no use. She couldn't squeeze out from
under him. 

Despite his control, however, the ape was having no success in
inserting his 
long, hard cock into her spread pussy. He began to get frustrated as
he 
frantically humped his groin back and forth behind her. 

He let out a loud growl, and the terrified woman felt his hot breath
and the 
warm trickle of his saliva on her neck as the great ape tightened his
grip on 
her shoulders. Already, it felt like she was being crushed. She had
to...

She had no choice.

Her naked, sweat-soaked body trembled with disgust, but her fear
overrode 
her abhorrence. Reaching down with one trembling hand, she took hold
of his 
massive cock and, almost retching with shame and nausea, she guided it

straight into her waiting pussy. 

Immediately, Kagu stopped growling and let out a grunt of pleasure. 
He began to pump his cock in and out of her, penetrating a little
deeper with 
each hard thrust. Fortunately, her pussy was already sopping wet from
the 
ape's previous attentions, and there was little pain. 

Groaning, the woman dropped her hand back down to the platform and
braced 
herself on all fours, trying not to collapse as the gorilla vigorously
fucked her 
from behind. To her utter revulsion, she found herself - her body -
actually 
responding to him, once again becoming aroused. It disgusted her, but
she 
couldn't help herself.

Letting out a quiet moan of humiliation, the blonde woman gave in and
started 
to hump her ass back against the gorilla's cock, letting out quiet
little grunts 
every time he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her. The pair
moved 
faster and faster as her lust slowly built up until it suffused her
body. All fear 
and pain forgotten, she felt herself building towards an orgasm,
riding higher 
and higher on the ape's prick until...

"Ahhh..."

They came together, the great ape letting out a loud howl of triumph
and the 
blonde woman crying and shaking as a thunderous orgasm rolled through
her 
bruised and aching body. Tears of pleasure mixed with tears of shame
as she 
bucked and twisted underneath her bestial lover, pussy spasming on his

rapidly deflating cock.

His lust satisfied, Kagu quickly lost interest in her. With a quiet
grunt, he pulled 
his cock out of her twitching pussy and moved swiftly away. Annie
groaned 
and crawled to the ladder which connected the platform to the ground.
Arousal 
gone, she felt nothing but disgust and shame as the ape's cum slowly
leaked 
out of her pussy while she climbed down.

She'd just reached the ground when she felt another hairy arm reach
around 
behind her waist. Letting out a scream, she caught a quick glimpse of
Momo, 
the other adult male in the enclosure, before she was thrown up
against one of 
the horizontal bars at the base of the structure. 

It slammed into her stomach, knocking the breath out of her as she
fell half 
over it. She lay there, gasping for air as she felt a pair of large
hands grab her 
waist and hold her down across the bar while another cock, smaller
than 
Kagu's, but still quite large, pushed against her ass. 

Grunting, the blonde woman twisted and squirmed over the bar, her legs

kicking wildly behind her, but was unable to straighten up as the ape
tried to 
insert his cock. She'd just managed to draw in a breath when Momo
finally 
succeeded, but not...

"NOOOOOO!!!"
Instead of her pussy, however, he drove his cock straight up her ass.
She'd 
never been fucked that way before, and the pain was terrible. The
blonde 
woman bucked and heaved on the bar, tossing her head and screaming in 
panic, as the ape slowly inserted more and more of his cock up her
asshole. 
Finally, the pain grew too great, and the world went mercifully
black...

Darkness... then the far away roaring of the falls... and then pain.
Pain in her 
pussy and asshole; a deep ache that promised more as she approached
full 
consciousness. Then her back. It felt as though it had been rubbed
with 
sandpaper until it was raw, burning and itching... Her stomach too was

bruised, but that pain faded into insignificance as consciousness
brought 
home to her the intensity of the pain between her thighs. 

Her green eyes, when she finally opened them, were full of tears. She
was 
lying on her back, still in the gorilla enclosure, still naked. 
With a groan, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked around.
None 
of the gorillas were anywhere near her, although she noticed that Kagu
was 
staring menacingly downward from his perch on top of the platform. The
others 
gorillas were scattered around the enclosure, sleeping.

Time, she decided, to get the hell out of there.

She rolled over and started to crawl slowly away, hoping to avoid
attracting the 
apes' attention. She got about two yards before she was caught up by 
something around her ankle. Something cold and hard. Puzzled, she
turned 
her head and looked back. 

There, wrapped tightly around her ankle and locked on, was a chain.
Her eyes 
traced the metal links as they ran from her imprisoned ankle along the
ground 
of the enclosure up to one of the thick, metal bars that formed the
base of the 
platform structure. The chain was wrapped around one of those bars and

locked.

"What the fuck..."

"Do you like it?" came a voice from behind her, almost yelling to be
heard over 
the falls. "It's not particularly elegant - oh my, not elegant at all
- but it'll do I 
think."

The blonde woman turned to see Jerome Hanson smiling down at her from
a 
few yards away. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled, slowly
gathering her 
courage. She got to her feet and, almost as an afterthought, crossed
her arms 
over her exposed breasts. "Are you nuts?"

"Not a bit of it," the man laughed. "Oh, my no. I just happened to
wander in 
while you and Kagu were having... were 'going at it', so to speak.
Yes, I believe 
that's right. Quite a sight. You two lovebirds seemed to be having so
much 
fun..." Annie felt herself turning bright red. "...that I thought you
should spend 
some time together."

Annie stared at him, her mouth open. "You *are* c-crazy," she
stammered. 
"You can't keep me here. People will look for me; someone has to tend
the 
enclosure and take care of the apes."

Hanson smirked. "Don't you remember? You resigned. When the staff come
in 
tomorrow, they'll find your locker empty and your resignation up on
the board."
"But..."

"And as for maintenance, well, I don't really have enough money in the
budget 
to take on any new staff at this time. Absolutely not. So I'll have to
take that 
duty on myself. Of course, you'll still be the one 'taking care' of
the apes, I 
expect."

Annie looked stunned for a moment, staring blankly, and then: "You
bastard!" 
she cried, lunging at him. A look of panic crossed his pink face, but
the chain 
caught her ankle pulled her up short and she fell backwards onto the
ground.

"Now now," the man taunted, breathing heavily. "No need to get
violent. No 
need whatsoever. It won't be so bad." He gestured around the
enclosure. 
"You'll have plenty to eat, although you may become a little sick of
fruit and 
raw vegetables after a while. Your chain gives you the freedom of
almost the 
entire room, and your furry friends... well, I'm sure they'll be more
than happy 
to keep you entertained. More than happy."

"Nooo..." The blonde woman was crying now, crouched on her hands and 
knees in front of him. "Please, Jerome... don't d-do this..."

"Well..."

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," she told him. "P-please don't..."

"Well, maybe if you..."

"What?"

"Maybe if you were to..."

"What?" Annie looked up, hope on her face.

"Suck my cock. If I may put it plainly."

She let out a sigh, deflated. "Oh god..."

"It's up to you," he told her.

The blonde woman, still crouching, looked around the enclosure for a
moment, 
then looked down at the chain on her ankle, and then back up at her 
tormentor. There were tears in her eyes. And a look of resignation.

"Alright," she croaked, "I'll do it."

"Nicely, mind you."

He stepped forward.

And so Annie, her long, slender fingers trembling with loathing as she
undid 
his zipper and slid his fat, damp prick from his pants, did it nicely.


Drawing upon every ounce of skill and experience she possessed, she
gave 
this man she hated the best blowjob of his life. Holding the repulsive
organ 
delicately in her fingers, she flicked and slid her tongue along the
outside of his 
cock, bringing it fully to life before engulfing it in her warm, wet
mouth and 
hungrily bobbing her face up and down on it. 


She sucked and slurped at the cock as hard as she could, until it
began to 
twitch and spasm in her mouth; and then she opened her throat to
accept it 
deeper and deeper until, finally, her nose was buried in his sweaty
crotch hair. 

When he finally came, she drank his cum down like it was the finest
wine, 
even licking the last drops off the tip of his cock and smacking her
lips. And, 
when she finally pulled her face away from his cock, Jerome Hanson
leaned 
down, and whispered in her ear: "That *was* nice. And a good thing
too; if I 
have my way, that'll be the last human cock you ever touch."

"Wha..." She pulled her face away from his hands.

"I don't imagine such skill will be necessary to satisfy your new
masters."

"Nooo..." She let out a scream, grabbing at him  as he danced out of
reach.

"Not a bit of it. I expect they will have more... shall I say, basic
needs."

"You..."

"See you tomorrow," he laughed, moving  towards the door "At feeding
time."
Hanson ignored her cries and insults. As he turned for one last look,
he saw 
that Kagu had climbed down from his position on the platform and was 
approaching the screaming woman. 

She must have sensed his approach, because she stopped yelling and
turned 
just as he came up to her; the blonde woman tried to scramble away
from the 
menacing gorilla, but was once again caught up short by her chain. 

Hanson watched in fascination, as the massive, black-haired mountain
gorilla, 
Kagu forced his former keeper to her hands and knees and jammed his
cock 
into her from behind. Annie's mouth opened in a scream of horror, but
even 
here, inside the enclosure, it was drowned out by the falls.

No danger of anyone hearing.  No danger of anyone interrupting.

Ever.

Smiling to himself, Hanson stepped outside and closed the door behind 
himself. Pocketing the only set of keys, he walked away, whistling.

A LOVELY GIRL


There was a hurriedly-called town meeting at the junior high gym, to
discuss 
what might be done about the maniac who was terrorizing the area, so I
knew 
there was no one else at home.  Very stupid or very trusting people.
Also no 
near neighbors, so I went in through her bedroom window. The girl had
stayed 
home from school that day with the flu and hadn't gone to the meeting
with her 
family.  Now she was sleeping on her back, only partly covered by a
sheet, 
wearing a boy's old sport shirt. 

A sweet face with wide, full lips.  Most important, a long swanlike
neck.  A 
really lovely girl; she'd be a beauty if she grew up.  I clamped a
hand hard over 
her mouth.  She woke instantly and began struggling in desperation.
Then I 
showed her the .38, first a side-view so she'd know what it was, and
then a 
view directly into the end of the barrel, an inch from her eye. 

She wasn't stupid or naive; she knew already what I wanted and began
to 
tremble.  I made a 'silence' gesture with my trigger finger and
smiled. She 
swallowed and nodded once, her blue eyes wide and terrified, and I
took my 
hand away from her mouth. 

I wrapped my fist around her pale blonde ponytail and yanked her to a
sitting 
position.  I could tell it hurt and I regretted that, but it kept her
hands busy 
trying to hold onto her hair as she moved.  

I ripped the top sheet off the bed with my other hand.  Then I
motioned to her 
shirt.  Her hands shook as she unbuttoned it and shrugged it off. 

She was thirteen years old, just beginning to develop real breasts,
but her 
nipples stood erect because of her fear.  I've seen that before.  

She was a swimmer and her figure was trim and slender with no baby
fat.  A 
nice body for thirteen.  I gripped her ponytail and yanked her flat on
her back 
again; her shallow breasts jiggled and she cried out in pain.  

I pointed to her white cotton panties.  She tried to shake her head
but couldn't. 

"Please . . . ," she whispered, and the tears trickled down the sides
of her face.  
I brought the muzzle of the revolver to bear again and raised an
eyebrow. 

She shut her eyes tightly and pushed her panties down as far as she
could 
reach, and I pulled them slowly off her.  
She had long legs, slender and tanned like the rest of her, with long
athletic 
muscles.  Slender ankles and small feet, too.  I was right; she really
was a very 
pretty girl. 

She was also a natural blonde.  Her pubic hair was light and sparse
and the 
crevice below it was completely bare.  

I wondered if she was still a virgin.  One could never tell these
days, even with 
a girl her age.  I spread her legs and motioned for her to bend and
raise her 
knees so her genitals were open and exposed.  

I moved my hand from her ponytail to her throat and while she was
dealing 
with that, I shoved the four-inch barrel of my gun into her. 

She jerked in terror and tried to cry out, but my hand on her windpipe
allowed 
only a small, scratchy sound to escape.  I
 withdrew the muzzle and noted the dark blood on the end.  A small
amount of 
blood was also trickling from between her legs. 

I pulled her back up to a sitting position and then slapped her hard
across the 
face five or six times, knocking her back on the bed in a
half-conscious daze.  I 
took the opportunity to set the revolver on the floor and flip her
over on her 
stomach.  The technique has proved useful. 

I pulled the already looped and knotted hemp cord from the pocket of
my 
sweatsuit and quickly tied her wrists firmly to the posts at the foot
of her bed.  
Her arms were stretched almost out of their sockets.  

Then I tied her ankles to the corners of the headboard, pulling the
slip-knots 
tight. I satisfied myself that she couldn't move by plucking the cords
like guitar 
strings.  She was drawn but she hadn't been quartered yet. 

I picked up the panties she had reluctantly removed, reached under her
firm 
little bottom, and stuffed them into her to staunch the bleeding.  

There was no footboard to get in the way and she hung off the end of
her bed 
facing the floor, her ponytail dangling down the side of her neck.  


She emerged from her daze and discovered her immobility.  She tugged 
unsuccessfully at the cord and began to whimper again, but I was
holding the 
gun. 

I knelt on the floor and lifted her head by her hair so she could see
my face.  
Then I spoke for the first time since entering her room.   

"Darling, what we're going to do is have sex.  You already know that,
don't 
you?"  

She was unable to speak and I felt her feeble attempt to nod. 

"But we're not going to do it the way you probably think.  You're
bleeding, 
remember?  No, we'll do it another way." 

I let her head flop back as I stood and heard her teeth crack against
the top of 
the wooden footboard.  I dug into my other pocket and then pulled off
my 
sweatsuit and moved around to the side of the bed.  

I set the revolver on the sheet, snug against her hip.  

Then I knelt between her trembling legs, uncapped the nearly empty
tube of K-
Y I had brought with me, and covered my middle finger with it.  When I
pushed 
the finger into her, her buttocks jerked and tightened, and she gasped
with 
shock. 

"Loosen up and this will be easier."  I made a hook of my finger and
lifted.  She 
stifled a cry and made an apparent effort to relax. 

"That's better, now."  I smeared more of the jelly on the head of my
cock, 
which was now fully erect, and leaned forward, placing the tip against
the 
brown ridges of her sphincter.  

I have found it's easiest to do this part quickly, so I took a breath
and shoved 
hard.  She cried out when the head popped into her and began sobbing
when I 
thrust forward. 

"No, please," she begged tearfully.  "Please, don't!  It hurts!"  A
nice touch, I 
had to admit. 


Two more hard thrusts, and she was impaled to the hilt.  A young
girl's hole is 
always a snug fit, but this one's slender build seemed to include a
particularly 
tight, particularly long rectal passage.  

Then, as I put my weight across her smooth, warm body, I felt a sudden

wetness around my balls.  She had lost control and peed in her bed.  

The aroma of a young girl's urine is heady and acrid -- probably
something to 
do with puberty. I enjoyed the added effect. 

I penetrated her again and again, increasing the tempo as her natural
moisture 
improved the lubrication.  She was sobbing loudly in syncopation with
my 
movements and I reached under and cupped her little breasts in my
hands, 
squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples.  She wailed even louder.


"Keep making so much noise, and I might not ever stop." 

She managed to smother her sobs and I let go of her breasts, raising
myself 
up on my elbows in preparation for the completion of this phase. After
a couple 
of minutes of increasingly forceful jabs, I could feel my cock getting
harder, 
then starting to throb.

I climaxed, ejaculating into her intestines.  Each throbbing pulse
sent a hot, 
sitcky glob of sperm deep up inside her guts.  

The throbs were so hard, and there was so much sperm that each spurt 
brought a short grunt from the helpless little girl I was sodomizing.

I rested atop her a moment to regain my breath, then pulled out of her
ass.  
There were small flecks of brown around the head of my cock, as I knew
there 
would be.  As I backed up on my knees, I was careful to drag my balls
through 
the aromatic puddle she had made. 

I climbed off the bed and stretched my arms to get the kinks out, then
checked 
the cords around her slender ankles.  Her toes were turning blue. I
licked the 
sole of her right foot and it twitched and her toes tried to curl, so
she still had 
some feeling. 

I went back to the foot of the bed, knelt, and lifted her ponytail.
Her eyes were 
blue and red now from crying; not very attractive.  

One front tooth had broken on the footboard and a gash where she had
bitten 
her lip dribbled blood down her chin.  She should be more careful
about her 
appearance.  I gave her head a shake to get her attention. 

"Now, what I'm going to do is put my cock in your mouth, and you're
going to 
lick it and suck on it.  Do you understand what I'm talking about?" 

She hesitated and then whispered "Yeth." 

I knelt again before her face, naked this time.  Her mouth was at just
the right 
height.  I reached under her body and pinched her nipple again, hard.
She 
winced but made no sound; she was learning. 

My cock was erect again and trembling.  I pulled the rubber band off
her hair 
so it scattered over her shoulders.  

I put down the .38 and gathered a fistful of hair at each temple, then
raised her 
head and brushed her beautiful lips with the tip of my cock. 

"Lick it, darling.  And keep your eyes open."  

Her little red tongue came out and tentatively touched the underside
of the 
head.  She could smell and probably taste her own body on it. 

"Show some enthusiasm, darling, or I'll hurt you.  Really hurt you." 

Her eyes showed comprehension.  She knew I meant it.   
She began swabbing her tongue around the tip, licking it like a
Tootsie Pop.  

I moved closer and raised the angle so she could lick up and down the
length 
of it.  I lifted it still higher and she began licking my balls
without prompting.  
For a beginner, she was pretty good.  Or her fear overrode her natural

nervousness.  I've seen that before, too. 

"You've never done this with a boy, have you?  What's the farthest
you've 
gone with a boy?  Answer me, and tell the truth."  She was weeping
again. 

"No, I haven't," she whimpered.  "I let a boy feel my tits once, out
in the field."  

A naughty girl, but I always preferred being the first.  A young girl
needs an 
experienced, older man her first time.  
But enough foreplay.  I repositioned myself. 

"Now we're going inside.  Suck on the head and run your tongue around
it." 

She took it in like a trooper and sucked like she knew her life
depended on it.  
Her mouth was drying up, though.  

I withdrew myself and bent her head back against the nape of her
slender 
neck. 

"Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, darling.  Stop crying
now."  

She followed instructions and I spat a large wad of saliva into her
mouth.  She 
only gagged once. 

"Don't swallow now, you're going to need that."  

I lowered her head and pushed back into her mouth.  She began sucking 
again.  Much better.  It was my spit, after all, and I knew where it
had been. 

"Very good.  Now I'm going to fuck your face, darling -- and if you
bite me, I will 
hurt you a great deal."  

I clenched my fists in her hair for emphasis and she whimpered again. 

I began to plunge in and out of her mouth, but she couldn't keep her
teeth out 
of the way.  Well, that wasn't really her fault.  

I shifted one hand to the top of her head and took a tighter grip on
her hair.  
Then I hooked two fingers over her bottom teeth and held her lower jaw
down. 

I began pushing my pulsating cock into the back of her mouth and then
down 
her throat.  

She gagged in earnest and her breath, what little she could draw,
whistled in 
and out of her nostrils.  I felt the warmness stir my pubic hair. 

I was becoming concerned that she might strangle before I could
finish, but at 
least she hadn't thrown up.  A few dry heaves was the most she could 
manage. 

That was another reason why late night was best: Most young girls had
very 
little in their stomachs by that hour.  And, of course, she hadn't
eaten because 
of the flu. 

Glancing at her hands, I saw that she had pulled so hard on the
slip-knotted 
cords that several of her fingers were turning deep purple from lack
of 
circulation.  I

 could feel my orgasm rising and I rammed my bloated cock into her
throat as 
hard and as deep as I could.  On the last lunge, I stretched her jaw a
fraction 
lower and my balls bounced into her mouth as well. 

I let go of her jaw then, because she already could hardly breath and
now my 
hair was poking up her nostrils.  

She hadn't the strength or the presence of mind to bite me.  I
strained forward 
as I began to cum deep down her throat. I locked my fingers behind her
head 
and pulled her face even tighter against my crotch.  

I jerked several times as I continued to come, glob after glob of
thick, slimy 
sperm gushed out of my cock.  The first couple of spurts filled her
throat so I 
pulled back an inch or so, then rammed forward, shoving all that sperm
in one, 
almost solid mass straight down her throat.  

I came for a long time, and had to"plunge" the cum down her throat
three more 
times.  She was flopping around like a fish, eyes bugged out, and
convulsing 
as her air disappeared. 

I waited another two or three minutes until I felt her neck muscles go
slack and 
her body sag.  Then another minute, just to be sure.  

Finally, I extricated my genitals from her mouth.  Her lower jaw
remained open 
at an unusual angle.  Probably unhinged on one side.  No need to leave
her 
like that. 

I probed the back corner of her mandible with two fingers and found
the spot, 
then gave the lower front of her jaw an openhanded blow that snapped
it back 
into place.  Her jaw was undoubtedly broken now, but it looked better.




I went into her bathroom and splashed water on my face and washed the 
residue off my genitals, and dried myself with one of her towels, and
brushed 
my hair with her brush.  I went back into her bedroom and put on my
sweatsuit.  

Looking around, I remembered to pick up the tube of K-Y.  Its smooth
surface 
was an excellent place to leave prints.  I knew from experience that
the coarse 
hemp cord wouldn't take prints so I left her tied.  

Anyway, I could see a few white wrist bones surrounded by
chewed-looking 
flesh.  The cord had tightened so far into her wrists and ankles, it
would be 
impossible to remove it without taking some of her with it.  All of
her had to 
stay here, though. 

I wasn't sure about the panties.  Could that thin cotton fabric retain
prints?  I 
reached over and pulled the wad of bloody, urine- stained cloth from
her 
vagina, and went back into the bathroom and flushed it down the
toilet. 
I paused again at the bedside and gently stroked the soft hairs on the
curve of 
her neck, her tanned shoulderblades, down her spine to the small of
her back, 
across her warm little bottom. 

Yes, a lovely, lovely girl.  But I could spare no more time for
affection.  

I had to get back to the town meeting, so I could be seen to leave
with my wife 
and everyone else when it broke up. 

Then we would go home together and discover Carol's abused body and
call 
the police.   


LISA'S GANG-BANG (17 guys)



I first got into making pornos when I was sixteen. I guess you could
say I got 
caught up with the wrong crowd. I was drinking and smoking pot and
doing 
coke all the time. I was having a great time. I never went to school,
but when I 
did, I would always wear my shortest mini skirt and my nastiest pumps.


I loved to tease all the male teachers. I knew what they really wanted
to teach 
me. Most of the girls hated me, but I was pretty popular with the
guys. They 
called me the redheaded Kelli Bundy.  I didn't like the comparison too
much 
though, mostly because I know my body is a little better than hers and
I am 
way prettier than Christina Applegate.  

Anyway, I couldn't hang with the high school scene, so I'd just party
all day with 
my girlfriend Tracy. We'd hang-out with dealers and partiers and all
kinds of 
trippy people and have fun.  Neither of us were very innocent about it
though, I 
mean these guys weren't giving us coke and letting us hang out with
them 
because they admired our minds exactly, but we didn't care. We were
having a 
great time and I loved the lifestyle, I loved being a complete sixteen
year old 
coke-whore. 

That's how we were first introduced to Mike. He was an older guy, in
his forties 
I think. He was a coke dealer and played guitar in a band. He was a
really cool 
guy. 

One day I was partying over at his apartment alone and we were both
pretty 
high. We'd been fucking and taking Polaroids, mostly of me, when he
asked 
me if I'd ever do a porno. 

He told me I could get all the coke I wanted and I could make some
serious 
cash. He said I could easily make a $1000 bucks for one scene. At
first I 
wasn't sure, but after awhile he talked me into it. After that, he
introduced me 
to all kinds of people in the porno industry. 

He was right, I got to do all the coke I wanted and I made big bucks.
I was 
loving it. I started off making amateur pornos but I made it into the
big time, 
high-gloss productions. No one really knew my age and no one really
asked. 
My first year in the business, I made 42 films. I guess I was a
"porno-queen." 

At first I was secretive about it and I didn't even tell Tracy. But,
after a while, I 
told her and even got her involved in it. 
She stayed low key and only made a couple low-budget amateur flicks.
We 
even did one scene together. That was a lot of fun. 

Then last week, Mike called me up and said he had something for me if
I was 
interested. He said it was a quality flick and I'd have one oral scene
and one 
scene with two guys. They wanted some double penetration shots with
the two 
guys: mouth and pussy, mouth and ass, pussy and ass. 

I'd done all that before so I said, "Sure." The place was out in the
country so I'd 
have to drive out and he gave me directions. 

That morning I woke up early and worked out. I showered and washed my
long 
hair, which takes forever, shaved my pussylips and trimmed my muff all
nice 
and pretty. I finally left around eleven am. I was ready for my part.


Of course after driving for hours I realized that I was lost in the
middle of 
nowhere. It was only about 3 pm so I still had plenty of time to get
there. I saw 
the next farmhouse up ahead and thought I'd stop for directions and
maybe 
use their phone. 

When I pulled into the driveway, a cloud of dust passed me up. I heard
my 
heels click on the concrete as I stepped out. I looked down at my bare
legs 
and realized that I was dressed pretty slutty for these parts: I was
wearing a 
super-short, inch-below-bush black mini, a half-shirt with no bra, and
5 inch 
black pumps. I had let my long red hair just flow out all natural. 

I should have just left when I knocked on the door and no one
answered, but I 
went around back. 

My heels clicked on the cement as I walked up the driveway.  When I
turned 
the corner I saw seven or eight pickup trucks parked in front of the
huge barn 
there. I could see people inside so I walked across the little dirty,
dusty field 
towards it. 

I walked between the trucks and, as I stepped out on the barn side, I
saw 
fifteen or so guys there. They had ping pong set up inside the barn
and they 
were laughing and talking and drinking beer from kegs. 


When they saw me they started to whistle and say shit but I just said,
"Hi, uh, I 
need some help." 

They all laughed and said things like, "I can help you out baby; right
here baby; 
I can fix you." 

I was trying to ask directions when one of the guys said, "Hey, I've
seen you 
before."
 
A couple more of the guys said, "Yea, I've seen her too." 

Then one of them said, "Hey aren't you that porno star Lisa XXX?" I
guess all 
the guys there had seen my movies because they all kind of said, "Yea,
that's 
her man." 

"Shit, check it out, we have a real live porno queen here boys." 

"Yea, man I saw her suck two cocks at once one time, and they both
came on 
her face and on those nice little tits." 

"Yea I saw her take it in the ass and pussy at the same time from two
guys 
with at least foot long cocks." 

I really didn't say anything, I just started to back up. One of the
guys said 
,"Hey, come on baby, party with us."  All the guys started to cheer. 

I said, "No, I gotta go. I have an appointment." That's when I backed
right into 
this huge older guy. I heard his deep voice behind me, "Well, well,
well, what 
do we have here." 

One of the guys shouted out, "She's a porno queen boss!" 

"Yea, I recognized her when she pulled up. Nice car too.  You must
have 
sucked a lot of cock to get that, huh honey?" 

All the guys laughed and howled, I knew I was in trouble now. 

"You know what missy," He said, "We got a lot of cock right here."
Then I felt 
his big hand on the center of my back and he kind of pushed me out
into the 
middle of the group of guys that now surrounded me. 

The boss guy said, "Why don't you dance for us sweety?" 

I just kind of whispered, "No, uh, I really have to go, if you guys
could just give 
me directions, uh." The guys closed in closer to me and I said, "Come
on you 
guys, just let me go."  

Then, I don't know, it's really kind of sick, but I just looked at the
guys in their 
cowboy hats and dusty jeans with big shiny belt buckles, their broad,
sweaty 
chests, and mixed with my fear, I started to get really turned-on. 

One of them said, "We're going to party with you babe." 

Then they closed in on me. I felt big hands grabbing my wrists and
arms. The 
guys tugged me back to the hood of one of the pickup trucks. I just
stood there 
helpless. I tried to get away a little, but I felt submissive. I kind
of half 
whispered, "No, I've never done anything like this before." 

I don't know if any of them heard me. I don't think that it would
matter if they 
had. Their big, rough hands held me tight, god they felt so strong. I
again 
pleaded, "No." but I wanted it.  

One of the guys pulled my half-shirt up and exposed my tits to all the
guys. I 
struggled a little to pull free. They cheered and whistled as he
started to suck 
on my nipples. I closed my eyes. 

Then I felt a hand go up my skirt and past my G-string and I felt a
finger slip 
into my completely wet and horny pussy. My knees went weak and I
almost 
sank down to the ground. The guy laughed, 

"Hey, this bitch is totally wet man, she loves it!" 

That's when the guys kind of loosened their grip on me and I pulled my
hands 
free and put them on the head of the guy sucking on my tits. I ran my
fingers 
through his hair and moaned slightly, "Oh, yea." 

Other guys came in and kissed me and groped my body. I french kissed
guy 
after guy and let them squeeze my tits and butt and finger bang my
pussy. I 
wasn't struggling now, I wanted these guys to gang-bang me. I'd fucked
a lot of 
guys on video but I'd never done a gang-bang, this was incredible. I'd
never 
been surrounded by so much cock in my life, I was just uncontrollably
turned-
on. 
I saw some of the guys start to pull their cocks out.  That's what I
wanted. I 
reached out and squeezed and stroked a couple of them. They felt warm
and 
heavy in my hands. 

Then someone tugged on my tight little stretch mini-skirt.  So I
wiggled out of it 
and let it fall to the ground. A deep voice whispered, "Take off your
top baby." 
So I pulled my half- shirt off and tossed it on the hood of the
pickup. I stood 
there in just my little black G-string and pumps surrounded by guys.  
They whistled and cheered. Big guys with beards, some with rough
stubble 
grabbed me and kissed me, sticking their tongues in my mouth. Hands 
reached in and groped at my tits and ass. I felt fingers playing with
my pussy. I 
was pulled this way and that. They were handling me pretty rough, but
I was 
loving it. 

A big blonde guy came in and grabbed me. He kind of pulled me away
from 
the others. I looked up into green eyes and then he kissed me hard.
His big 
tongue filled my mouth. Then he held me away and said, "You want to
suck 
my cock, baby?" 

I smiled submissively and whispered, "Yes." I kept looking into his
eyes as I 
sank down to my knees. Then I looked at the head of his cock. I
touched it with 
the tip of my tongue. The other guys cheered. Then I kissed it and
licked under 
the head, up and down his veiny shaft. It was hot and rigid. I closed
my eyes 
as I felt it pass between my lips. 

At first, I sucked the head, then deeper and deeper into my mouth each
time. I 
sucked and swirled my tongue under his cock as I felt his large veiny
shaft slip 
in and out of my hard pressed lips as I bobbed up and down on it while
the 
other guys watched and cheered. I looked up into his eyes and he
moaned as 
he looked down at me. I sucked harder and faster until I felt his cock
flare 
super hard and I knew he was going to cum. 

I kept sucking, concentrating on the head with my tongue, until he
groaned 
and started to shutter a little, then his cock started to spasm in my
mouth and 
he began to shoot his load. His hot, salty cum filled my mouth with
force as he 
came hard. With each shot of cum he'd groan, 

"Oh, yea. Oh, yea. Oh, yea." 

I just swallowed it down, letting it coat my mouth and tongue and
throat. When 
I pulled my mouth off his spent cock, I looked up into his eyes and
smiled.  
He looked down and said, "You sure can suck cock baby."  Then I felt
another 
hot shaft on my cheek. I still looked up into his eyes as I turned and
sucked 
this other guy's cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt this
new one slip 
in and out from my lips and swirling tongue. 

I bobbed up and down on that one until I opened my eyes and saw the
guys all 
lined up and crowded around me. They had their cocks out so I just
went from 
one to another, to another, to another, to another. 

The guys kept trading off. Each cock tasted and felt different in my
mouth. I 
was loving this semi- circle suck line-up. I was always switching
between three 
or four cocks. Sucking and stroking, guys reached in and groped my
tits or 
fingered my pussy.  

My pussy ached from sucking so much cock, I wanted to be fucked. I
finally 
pulled my lips off the cock I was sucking and layed back on the cool
floor and 
spread my legs. It was a little scratchy and dusty, but that was the
last thing on 
my mind.  

I closed my eyes as I felt guys kneel down on either side of my head,
then I felt 
their cocks on both sides of my mouth: brushing on my lips and nose
and chin. 
I turned to suck on one then back to the other. I looked up to see
guys 
standing all around me watching and cheering and laughing and stroking
their 
hard-ons. 

I felt big hands grab the back of my legs and push them up.  I looked
down to 
see my black pumps high up in the air as this big hairy guy climbed on
top of 
me. He yanked my G-string to the side and I felt his cock plunge into
me. I 
gasped and shuttered at his intrusion. 

I closed my eyes and sucked on a thick veiny cock as he pounded
between my 
legs, his huge thighs slammed hard into me again and again, I could
feel his 
big balls slapping my asshole. 

Then he pulled out and another guy found my little hole and stretched
it out as 
he slipped it inside. He fucked me hard and then pulled out. Guy after
guy 
fucked me and switched to another one of his buddies. They tag-teamed
me 
as they took turns on my mouth, then my pussy, then back to my mouth.
I was 
sucking and fucking and gasping and sweating as these guys gang-banged

me.  

Then I started to cum. I was squealing and moaning and writhing around
on 
the ground. I just clenched up at one point.  I had a cock all the way
down my 
throat and a guy gyrating on my pussy. The guys cheered and stomped
and 
whistled. The guy fucking me slammed hard and deep into me. He started
to 
groan and shutter as he buried it all the way inside and came.  

I was just on a plateau, floating. My ears rang and my whole body
tingled and 
vibrated as I laid there glowing. He pulled out and another big cowboy
pushed 
in and filled my pussy with his cock. He fucked me hard and fast and
shot his 
load inside me too. I could tell the guys were all close to cumming. 

I knew I was in for a completely sloppy, cum-dripping, gang- bang
finale when 
two of the guys climbed over my face so that I could get both of their
cock 
heads into my mouth at the same time. Then they both started to cum.
I'd 
never had so much cum pumped into my mouth at once before: I sucked
and 
swallowed and sucked and swallowed but they just kept cumming. I felt
the 
guy between my legs fucking and cumming inside. I think I was giving a
new 
meaning to sloppy seconds to this bunch of cowboys. 

Just as the guys pulled their cocks from my lips, another guy leaned
in and 
started to cum all over my face and lips and nose. Stream after stream

splattered on my face. I opened my mouth and some squirted into my cum

coated mouth and licking tongue. My eyes were closed but I could feel
and 
hear guys cumming on my tits and I reached down and smeared it all
over and 
pinched my nipples. I just kept saying, 

"Oh, yea. Give it to me. Fuck me." 

Another cock found my mouth and I eagerly sucked on it as a new guy's
cock 
squished the cum out of my pussy as it slipped inside. 

I kept sucking and fucking and swallowing and stroking and cumming as
these 
guys kept gang-banging me, guy after guy, cock after cock, cumming all
over 
my tits and face and in my mouth and in my pussy, until everyone of
them had 
cum, some twice I think, but didn't care, I was loving it.  

I don't know how many loads I swallowed or how many of the guys came
in my 
pussy, but I had their cum all over me: all over my face, all over my
nose and 
lips, it was running down my cheeks and chin and pooled up on my neck;
it 
was splattered in my hair which was pretty wet from the sweaty
gang-fucking 
already.
Sperm was smeared all over my tits and stomach and my belly button was
a 
little pool of sweat and cum; my muff was a gooey, matted, cum filled
mess; 
cum was flooding out of my completely loose and sloppy pussy and was 
smeared all over my ass and inner thighs as I layed there in a daze,
totally 
exhausted with my legs spread wide open, sweating and breathing heavy.
It 
was over. God it was incredible!!! 

Now I know why Tracy strips at bachelor parties. I've asked her if
she's ever 
gang-banged a party before, but she's always denied it. Yea, right.
After what I 
experienced, I think I may start stripping, not for cash, but for
kicks.  


REMEMBERING 

Do I remember? Yes, Doctor, I remember the incident very clearly. It
was on 
my thirteenth birthday and my brother, David, who was nearly eighteen,
told 
me it was time -- according to tradition -- for me to be "initiated"
as a woman. I 
had just started having regular periods a few months earlier and I
thought 
"How neat!" I didn't know there *was* a traditional ceremony when you
started 
menstruating... which shows you just how naive I was. 

He told me to strip down to my underwear, and I trusted my big brother
-- I 
almost worshipped him, truthfully -- so I did it. Anyway, there was
never much 
of a nudity taboo around our house so it wasn't any big thing. 

When I was down to my bra and panties, David had me lie across this
big 
leather ottoman that belongs to Dad's favorite Chesterfield chair in
the study. 
He held my arms down along the legs of this thing and fastened down my

wrists with lots of adhesive tape. I don't know what I thought was
going to 
happen. The tape didn't hurt and I guess maybe I was expecting
"birthday 
licks" with a paddle or something. David was giving me this hokey evil
grin but 
he always was a big tease. 

Anyway, I was stretched out flat across the ottoman and it was so
large, and I 
was so small, the back edge came all the way to my waist and bent me
right in 
half. My knees barely touched the carpet. And David had rolled up a
couple of 
big bath towels and tucked them under my hips crosswise so my little
virgin 
ass stuck up even more. 

Pardon me? Oh. No, I wasn't exactly frightened at that point. Nervous,
sure. 
Maybe a little apprehensive. But like I said, I was naive. I was
squirming 
around and warning David he'd better not hurt me,... but I was
laughing and 
giggling, too. It all seemed like kind of a game until he put the tape
across my 
mouth. I didn't like that at all... but, of course, by then it was too
late to 
complain or yell. 

David moved out of my range of vision and a moment later he peeled my 
panties right down to my knees. Now, *that* was embarrassing! I was
kind of 
afraid he was going to leave me there like that for our parents to
discover 
when they got home. Anyway, I could hardly move at all. There was a
long 
pause, and then a stinging, open-handed slap on my butt made me jerk
and 
squeal. I

I remember thinking I was going to *get* him for that! I wouldn't
tattle on him, 
of course, but I'd come up with some embarrassing prank to pull on
him. 
He slapped me on my bare ass a few more times, waiting long enough in 
between that I wasn't sure it was going to happen again -- until it
did. I just 
squawked from behind the tape and steadied myself by holding on tight
to the 
legs of the ottoman. 

Then he stopped spanking me and said something like "Now, this will
feel 
better." And he slid a couple of fingers between my legs from behind,
stroking 
the edges of my pussy. 

Now, you have to understand something, Doctor: I was one of those 
adolescent girls who was very, very nervous about the sexual feelings
I was 
beginning to have. 

I was embarrassed and a little scared by the tingles I used to feel in
my 
breasts and crotch when I was around certain boys I knew. A couple of
my 
friends at pajama parties had told how they'd learned to masturbate,
and how 
great it felt, and even how they had jerked off boys. 

Frankly, I was bewildered by the whole thing. My parents were very
uptight and 
would *never* talk to me about such things, so I really was
appallingly 
ignorant. 

So when David started touching me like that, especially because he was

behind me where I couldn't see him and I couldn't move or talk, I was
kind of 
frozen in shock. I didn't react or move at all. And when he pushed one
finger 
way up inside me, I moaned because now I was frightened. 

But my brother said "You like that, don't you, kid?" and put a second
finger 
inside me and wriggled them around. 

I stiffened and tried to jerk back, but I went in the wrong direction
and the 
movement made his fingers penetrate even deeper. 

David said something like "Boy, you *are* hot for it!" And he took his
fingers 
out. I was too rattled even to cry. 

After a minute or so, when all I could hear was the rustle of
clothing, David 
moved around where I could see him. He was completely naked. 

I'd seen him without clothes before, but only by accident. And he had
an 
enormous erection that he was slowly stroking with one hand. 

"Since you're such a hot little thing, I'm going to fan your flames
real good," he 
said. 
That sounds terribly corny, doesn't it, Doctor? I suppose he thought
he was 
being romantic. 

But he knelt there for a couple of minutes with his eyes half-shut,
fondling his 
dick two inches from my face. Then he smiled and leaned over and
kissed me 
on the back of the neck, and then he moved back around behind me. 

I tried to scrunch up against the ottoman and close my thighs together
as 
tightly as I could, but I couldn't get any traction with my knees
against the 
carpet. 

David's hands closed firmly around my ankles and pulled my legs back
and 
apart. Then he moved up really close behind my ass, his penis hot as
it 
brushed against my thigh and his knees keeping my own knees separated.


I felt something that was both hard and soft rub up and down against
my cunt, 
dividing the lips and spreading them open. It took a few seconds
before I 
realized it must be his penis. 

That kind of woke me out of my daze and I started thumping my forehead

against the ottoman and making groaning sounds and writhing around
trying to 
avoid him. 

But he just laughed and said "Patience, kid, we'll get there!" I think
he honestly 
thought I was horny as hell and *wanted* him to fuck me. Yeah, I know
-- 
maybe I shouldn't be so understanding or charitable. 

And all of a sudden, his dick was sliding into me, bumping against the
end, 
moving in and out, and he was holding my hips steady as he kept
ramming it 
into me, and I was beginning to get hysterical, and wanted to cry and
scream 
and all that, but the damn tape--- 

Sorry, Doctor, sorry. I know I have to be calmer in telling this. I
can't break 
down now, not after all that's happened. Just let me take a couple of
deep 
breaths; that always helps.... 

Okay. I'm okay now. 

Anyway, David just kept fucking me like that, pushing hard and then
even 
harder, and after a few minutes he banged into me so hard it felt like
he was 
going to poke a hole through the end of my vagina. And he held me
there 
rigidly and made strange little sounds and jerked a few times as he
shot off 
into me. 

Since I was so small and the fit was so tight, a lot of his stuff
immediately 
leaked out and oozed down my leg. I could feel it and I was terrified
that it 
might be blood, but when he finally pulled out, he checked between my
legs 
and said something about there being only a small spot of blood and
that I'd 
lost my virginity "like a pro." 

I shook my head back and forth and moaned again, trying to get him to 
understand that I wanted that damn tape off my mouth, but either he
didn't 
understand what I wanted or he was afraid I was going to scream my
head off. 

Honestly, I can't remember whether I intended to scream or not. I just
wanted 
my mouth free. 

David moved around in front of me again and squeezed his dick to make
a 
little more semen ooze out. That's when I understood what that wet
feeling 
was on my thigh. 

"Did you come, kid?" he wanted to know. 

I wasn't even sure what he was talking about but I shook my head,
trying not to 
look at the way his cock glistened with the moisture that had been
inside my 
cunt a moment before. It kind of struck me that maybe I was a "woman"
now, 
having been fucked and all. 

The fact that it was my older brother who had done it didn't seem to
make 
much difference. But I looked up at him with the most pleading
expression I 
could invent. 

He seemed thoughtful and asked me if I wanted him to take the tape off
my 
mouth. I nodded my head so vigorously I banged my chin and bit my
tongue. 
He reached down and took hold of one corner of the tape and paused.
"You're 
not going to make a lot of noise, are you?" I shook my head "no." 

"Because I wouldn't like that," he went on. "I'd have to tell Mom and
Dad how 
you made me screw you, how you talked me into it and all." 

I knew he could do it, too, and they would believe him. My brother was
a very 
persuasive person when he wanted to be. So I shook my head again, and 
raised my eyebrows, and hunched my shoulders in a kind of submissive
way. I 
just wanted to get rid of that damned, choking tape! 

So he peeled it off slowly and smoothly, being careful not to hurt me
-- which is 
ironic, isn't it, now that I think of it. David didn't want to hurt
me. 
I licked my lips, which were kind of sticky, and whispered "I won't
say anything 
to anyone, David, I promise." 

He studied my face and slowly nodded. But he didn't untape my wrists
and I 
was afraid to ask. Doctor, that was the first time in my life I'd ever
been afraid 
of my brother. It was not a nice feeling. 

David knelt beside the ottoman and his hands began wandering over my
ass 
and between my legs again. His fingers were poking and exploring
everywhere 
and,... well, he started rubbing one finger over my clit, which felt
much larger 
and more sensitive than it ever had before. 

I don't know whether he knew what he was doing or whether he just got
lucky, 
but it suddenly felt like my soul was centered in my clitoris. As he
rubbed his 
fingertips slowly across the head of it, I started to jerk and buck
like I was 
being electrocuted. And, God, how I moaned! I was completely
shameless, 

Doctor. I'd just been raped -- there's certainly no other word for it
-- and there I 
was, trying to squat down on his hand even farther and stretching my
legs as 
far apart as I could. 

David just said "Wow"... which, I guess, meant he was impressed. 

And I found I was begging him to untie my hands, but not to stop what
he was 
doing, either. After maybe three or four minutes of sexual
self-torture, I had my 
first orgasm ever. All my leg muscles twitched, and my butt vibrated,
and my 
lower back kind of spasmed. 

The most incredible, revelatory experience possible for a completely 
inexperienced thirteen-year-old. 

Then he stopped and took his hand away and, God help me, I wanted
more! 

I was actually sobbing "Don't stop, don't stop!" like a crazy person.

 But he had only paused to finally untape my hands. He had to tell me
several 
times to hold still because I was twisting and writhing around so
much. And as 
soon as one hand was free, it flew straight to my crotch. 

Then both hands were free and I was lying on my back on the floor,
holding my 
labia apart with one hand and feverishly strumming myself with the
other. 

David was sitting on the ottoman while this was going on, watching
with a kind 
of awe as I masturbated, as if he were Aladdin and I was the Genie. 
I don't remember whether he had an erection just then or not, but
pretty soon 
he was on the floor in front of me, gripping my kneecaps and insisting
he could 
help. 

What he did was to push my knees up and out so my ass was pointing at
the 
ceiling. Curling up my spine like that did give me better access to my
pussy, I 
guess, but he wasn't just being helpful. 

Doctor, have you ever been ass-fucked? Don't look so startled: You're
the 
psychologist, not me. People do it all the time. I'm told that it's
sometimes 
frightening or at least distasteful even to adventurous college
students.

But think what it would be like for a newly de-virginized
adolescent.... 

Actually, David *was* being helpful, but mostly to himself. He dipped
several 
fingers deep into my cunt and came out with a handful of juice, which
he 
lathered on his cock like hand lotion. Then he slid a finger into my
upturned 
ass and moistened it. 

I barely noticed what he was doing -- hell, I was up in the clouds
somewhere. 

But I sure as hell noticed when he got a grip on my gaping crotch with
both 
hands and began pushing his penis into my rectum. The pain was almost 
enough to overcome the ecstatic throbbing of my clit -- almost. As it
was, I 
stiffened and tried to lower my legs -- David kept a tight hold and
wouldn't let 
me -- and I moaned and sobbed even louder than before. 


It was probably a real turn-on for someone who was into that kind of 
dominance thing and my brother was turning out to be one of those
people. 
He'd push in some, then withdraw a little, then grunt and push again
-- only 
harder. After a few minutes, he was pretty much all the way in and he
paused 
to catch his breath. He let go of my legs but the fit was so tight, I
was like a nut 
threaded onto a bolt. I couldn't move. 

And then he began seriously fucking my ass and the real pain hit me.
He got 
enough lubrication going that he actually could slide in and out quite
a bit, but 
it still hurt. Going in, I was terrified that he'd split me open and
I'd die of it. And 
pulling out, it felt like my intestines were going to be dragged
inside out by his 
cock. 

Part of me wanted to scream, but I didn't. I cried and sobbed and
begged him 
to stop, but I didn't make a single sound that might have brought
outside help. 
Why do you suppose that was, Doctor? 

No -- I think it was something other than ordinary fear. I think it
was pretty 
simple, really: No matter how frightened I was, no matter how much he
was 
hurting me, I didn't *really* want my brother to stop doing what he
was doing. 
At some level, I *liked* having my ass fucked. Well,... that's the
only reason 
that makes sense to me, as pathetic as it may be. 

So, anyway, there was about ten minutes of lying on my back with my
legs 
bouncing around in the air, watching David hovering over me with his
dick 
connected to my butt like they'd grown together. 

My fingers were still jammed in my cunt but I wasn't masturbating very
much at 
that point. No concentration left, I guess. And then he speeded up for
a few 
seconds and came -- hard. I couldn't really feel it. Inside, I mean.
And then he 
kind of just knelt there catching his breath, with his cock still
stuck up my 
rectum. 

He finally withdrew, rather suddenly, and the relief was so great I'm
afraid I 
actually whimpered. I suppose David thought I was disappointed he'd
stopped. 
He patted me on the knee and said something to the effect that we
could fuck 
again later, the next time we were alone for the afternoon, and that
he could 
teach me lots of other things. 



We just sat and lay there naked on the floor for a little while and
felt the sweat 
dry on our bodies. I stayed on my back, actually; I was much too stiff
and sore 
to sit up. David kept watching me with a faint, sort of
pleased-with-himself 
smile. 

And then I said something I couldn't believe at the time. I still
don't fully 
understand it. I mean, my older brother, whom I trusted, had just
raped me -- 
twice. Right? 

And what I said was, "Thank you, David. I love you." 

Is that twisted or what, Doctor? What was I thanking him for, anyway?
So he 
patted me on the knee again and said he loved me, too. He said it kind
of 
offhandedly, like he was thinking about something else. 

Then he said the next time he'd use protection because he didn't want
me 
getting pregnant and I wasn't old enough to go on the Pill. 

I have to say, Doctor, that David kept his word. Every time he fucked
me after 
that, he used a condom. 

And about three years later, when I was sixteen, he found a doctor who
was 
willing to prescribe the Pill for me, no questions asked. 

I'm pretty sure our parents still thought I was a virgin at sixteen --
can you 
believe that? I had ten times as much mileage on my cunt as my mother
had, 
I'm sure. And I had probably done a number of things, at my brother's
urging, 
that would have made my mother faint. 

As I'm sure you've figured out by now, David and I kept having sex --
usually at 
least once a week, sometimes every night for several weeks, depending
on 
the circumstances. And by the end of the first year, I was a more or
less willing 
co-conspirator. 

Maybe I became addicted, I don't know. I *do* know that there were
days when 
my school classes passed in a feverish haze and all I could think
about was 
screwing with David. 

What's odd is that this constant horniness didn't include other boys,
whether 
my own age or older. I didn't walk down the street staring at strange
men and 
wondering what it would be like to fuck them. 
David never told me I *couldn't* have sex with other guys -- maybe it
never 
occurred to him -- but he was the only partner I ever considered. 

We kept experimenting, too, Doctor. By my fourteenth birthday, I was a
pretty 
accomplished cocksucker. I could milk my brother for an hour or more, 
building him up to a high pitch, then backing off just enough to
prolong things. 

And when he finally did come, it was nearly always in my mouth. It
never 
occurred to me not to swallow, either. I guess I became pretty avid
about sex. 

You know, from what I've read about situations like mine, the victim
-- if that's 
really what I am -- has fits of depression and withdraws from outside
contacts, 
and school grades go down, and there are all these other symptomatic
side 
effects. 

Well, that didn't seem to happen to me. My grades were already good
and they 
only got better. I had plenty of girlfriends and none of them
suspected a thing. 
When my friends got giggly about boys and sex, though, I just kept my
mouth 
shut and listened. 

That's why it bothers me, sort of, that things turned out the way they
did. I 
guess I thought I had adjusted to my physical relationship with my
brother. It 
was all certainly a surprise to him. 

What do you mean, "What happened?" Doctor, you know perfectly well
what 
happened. Okay, I suppose you want to hear it again. 

It was four years and two days after the whole thing began -- two days
after my 
seventeenth birthday. I was considered a pretty hot date by that time
and I was 
always popular, but I never screwed anyone but my brother. Of course,
I knew 
the whole thing was abnormal but I had accepted it for so long, I no
longer 
thought about it much. I guess, in a strange sort of way, I was pretty
well 
adjusted. 

David had always dated a lot of girls but that didn't bother me
either, even 
though I knew -- when I bothered to consider it -- that he was having
sex with 
some of them as well. But that day just after my birthday, David came
home 
from school with an announcement. He was going to a local college and
he'd 
gotten involved with this girl in one of his classes ... and the
announcement 
was that he was in love with her and he had proposed to her and she
had 
accepted. 
He was so happy about it, and our folks seemed happy, and they
expected me 
to be happy, too. But I was kind of in shock. It took me a little
while to realize 
that David would be moving out of the house, away from me, to be with 
another woman all the time. It meant we probably wouldn't have sex
anymore, 
or only once in a while at best. 

Doctor, I went straight from shock to panic. I had to stop it all from
happening 
but I thought about it for two weeks and I couldn't come up with a
feasible 
solution. I had managed not to be home the two or three times David
had 
brought this new girl over to the house. I just couldn't deal with
having to meet 
her face-to-face. 

Then there came an evening when I returned home from a girlfriend's
house 
and found my brother alone with this girl he liked so much. My
girlfriend lived 
nearby so I had walked and no one had heard me come in the back door.
I 
heard strange but familiar sounds in the living room and stuck my head
around 
the corner to see what it was. David and the girl were fucking on the
big 
corduroy couch. 

I knew intellectually what they'd been doing... but actually seeing it
was 
completely different. They both were naked and they both seemed to
have 
their eyes closed, so they didn't know I was there, but I could see
everything, 
Doctor. I could see my brother's cock moving in and out of her like a
piston. 

She had one leg up on the back of the couch and the other sprawled on
the 
floor and her arms were flung up over her heard and her breasts were
jiggling 
and she was making little sort of mewing noises-- 

Yes, I know -- I'm doing it again, aren't I? But he was the one who
had started 
it all and here he was, betraying me in our own living room! And
that's why I 
did it. I know you think I hated my brother, Doctor, but I didn't
really. I hated 
that girl for coming between us. 

That's why, when they were finished and David collapsed on top of her
and 
then kissed her, I was shaking so hard I had to go back to the
kitchen. I was 
just pacing back and forth, trying not to think about what I'd seen,
trying to 
think of some way to stop it before it was too late... and the best
thing I could 
think of, Doctor, was that if David had never met that girl, he
wouldn't be 
leaving me. Next best was if the girl left *him*, now, quickly. Third
was if I 
made her leave. 

My mother was a good cook, Doctor, and she believed in keeping pots
clean 
and knives sharp. In the rack on the counter was a boning knife that
had 
always fascinated me. It was long-bladed and narrow and it seemed more
like 
a weapon than anything else I could find, even the big cleaver. 

I took the boning knife back to the doorway and looked around the
corner 
again. The girl was still sprawled across the couch with her legs wide
apart 
and her arms folded behind her head. I could almost smell her aroma.
My 
brother was sitting beside her on the couch, talking quietly and
stroking her 
thigh, and she was smiling at him. 

Then he got up and headed down the hall toward the bathroom, still
naked. 
She turned her head to one side -- the side facing away from me -- and
closed 
her eyes. She was still smiling. 

I moved quietly along the living room wall until I was standing right
beside the 
arm of the couch. The girl never heard a sound until I cleared my
throat and 
then her eyes snapped open. She stared back at me upside-down with her

mouth open and I stared down at her breasts. They were a lot bigger
than 
mine; maybe that was why David like her better. 

Keeping my voice as steady as I could, I said "You have to leave. He's
my 
brother and he's staying here with me. Go away." 

She didn't move for a second, out of startlement, I suppose. Then she
blinked 
and said "Who the fuck are you?!" 
And suddenly she closed her legs and drew her knees up and got a
panicky 
look in her eyes. 

"David...?!" Her voice was going up the scale and rising in volume. I
heard the 
toilet flush in the background and I knew I had no choice. There was
no more 
time. 

She still had her head back, looking up at me, as I raised the boning
knife from 
my side and drove it down into her left eye. 

It was pretty messy, actually. The whatchamacallit-fluid in her eye
squirted out 
with a big gush of blood behind it and then the knife scraped against
the bone 
around her eye. 


She got out a half-shriek and jerked once before she lay still. From
the length 
of the knife still protruding, 

I thought probably four or five inches of the blade had gone straight
into her 
brain, so it must have been relatively painless. And when I wrenched
the knife 
loose, bits of brain and stuff came with it, and more blood. 

Why do you look so uncomfortable, Doctor? Isn't this what you'd call a

"clinical" description? I'm just trying to be factual, you see. 

Well, my brother ran back into the room -- I guess he'd heard that
sound she'd 
made -- and he nearly ran into the coffee table when he saw his
ex-girlfriend. 
Everything had worked out so well, I couldn't help smiling. And I said
"You 
don't have to leave now, David. I've taken care of it for you." 

But her looked at the girl and then he stared at me, and,... God, he
was so 
pale and his eyes were so huge. 

And I knew at that moment, with perfect clarity, that he was going to
leave 
anyway, Doctor. I'd done what had to be done, I'd removed the barrier
between 
us, but he didn't seem to appreciate that. He was going to desert me
no matter 
what I did. 

I'm afraid I lost control of myself a little bit, Doctor -- but I was
justifiably angry 
so I don't think it was entirely my fault. 

He didn't take his eyes off me as I stepped over to him, raised the
boning knife 
again, and brought it down where his neck joined his shoulder. 

I didn't actually aim for that spot but the blade slid all the way
down behind his 
clavicle until only the handle showed. My brother fell to his knees
and 
whispered "No..." and then toppled over sideways. 

"That's right," I replied. "You're staying here. I knew you would all
along." He 
did, too, Doctor. He didn't go anyplace, not ever again. 

I guess our parents got home later that night. I don't remember much
about it, 
except that I was sitting naked on the hassock in the study where it
all began.I 
was waiting for David to come and tie me down, like he did that first
time. I was 
sure he'd come, now that the girl was gone, but he never did. Only
some 
police and people like that. 
And that's about all I remember, Doctor, until I came here. I've been
here a 
long time now, and it's pretty dull, and I really don't think it's
fair. My brother is 
out there waiting for me; I'm sure he is. Why won't you just let us be
together, 
Doctor? 

Doctor...? 


SQUEALER PART 1

PROLOGUE



This part of town was not what it used to be.

Not like the old days. Martha Cripmore never tired of pointing this
out to her 
husband. Every tuesday night, on the way home from the bridge club, he

would take Central Avenue through town and then turn left on Ginger
Street. In 
the early '70s, when Bert and Martha had been just out of high school,
this had 
been a nice area. But the recession had hit hard. 

The mine which had employed a good many people from the town had shut 
down; stores had closed; people left town... All that remained along
this once-
popular strip was a bunch of empty lots, a couple of run down gas
stations and 
a well-guarded and heavily barred convenience store.

And, of course, the hookers.

This was the red light district.

Still, Bert always insisted on taking this route home from the bridge
club. Every 
tuesday night without fail. It was quicker, he said, and avoided the
highway 
traffic. Martha complained of course, but he always took that same
route: down 
Central and left on Ginger.

 Every time.

After a while, Martha came to recognize many of the hookers, having
seen 
them regularly. Not that she knew their name or anything about them,
of 
course. They merely became familiar to her - sort of like a landmark.
Or, in this 
case, a well known eye-sore. The girl with the pink miniskirt; the fat
black one, 
with the wild hair. She seemed almost to make a game of pointing them
out.

"Look Bert," she said on this particular trip. "There's a new girl."

 Bert looked over from where he was hunched, white-knuckled, over the
wheel 
(Bert was a nervous driver). 

The girl his wife had pointed out was standing directly under a street
light. As 
Martha had stated, she looked new. True, she wore the same type of
cheap, 
tacky clothing as the other hookers - short skirt slit up the side;
bright red 
halter top under a gold, spangled jacket with fake-buckskin fringe;
plastic high 
heels - but on her it looked out of place. Uncomfortable. She wore the
same 
heavy, overdone makeup as the others, but the face underneath looked
too 
pretty - too fresh - for it. 

She was a strikingly beautiful girl, with thick, brown hair (teased up
with too 
much mousse), a young looking face with large eyes, and a tight young
body. 
Nice tits. She couldn't have been more then twenty.

At the most.

"Bert!"

Bert wrenched his attention away from the girl as he suddenly realized
that he 
had drifted the car into the opposite lane. Luckily, there was no
oncoming 
traffic, and he quickly rectified his mistake. By that time, however,
they had 
passed the girl. He glanced up at his rear-view mirror just as a car
pulled up to 
her and the girl leaned over to talk to the occupant. Then he turned
off onto 
Spencer Avenue, and the girl was lost from view.

Martha sniffed. "That street," she concluded, shaking her head. "It's
not what it 
used to be."

Bert, however, wasn't listening, his mind on the girl; he couldn't
help but 
wonder how she had become a whore in the first place... 

 ***** 

Sandra Little ('Sandy' to her friends) was not paying attention.
Living in a big 
city like LA required a certain amount of caution; a certain amount of

awareness of what was going on. Street smarts. 

Sandra, however, had grown up in a small town and had only recently
moved 
to the city in order to attend university. She was just in the middle
of her first 
term of med school, and her mind was on other things - books; classes;
tests - 
anything other than what it should have been on as she crossed the
street at 
night on her way home from a long day at school. 

She did not have much in the way of money, and what little there was
had 
gone to cover books and tuition. Hence, she had been forced to take up

residence in a somewhat unsavoury area. Still, there always seemed to
be 
people about, and Sandy felt fairly safe there.

Still...

"Hey babe," came a rough voice, breaking her out of her thoughts,
"Wanna 
have some fun?"

Startled, she looked up to see two young men leaning up against a
rusted, 
battered car parked on the side of the road. One was white and the
other 
black. The black man - a tall, short- haired kid wearing torn jeans
and a tee-
shirt - laughed and took a long swallow from a bottle. Sandy saw the
label: 
whisky. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell. She was not a
drinker. 
The other man - the white one - was short and fat, with long greasy
hair.

"Excuse me?" Sandy was not sure she had heard right.

"Wanna have some fun," the white man - it had been him who had first
spoken 
- repeated the statement. "Me 'n my buddy just happen to have a little
time 
free, and..."

"No thanks." Sandy dropped her eyes, embarrassed. Her brown hair slid
down 
in front of her face, hiding the fact that she was blushing. "I don't
think so." She 
turned to continue walking.

"I don't think so," came a high, mocking voice from behind her,
mimicking her 
words and tone. Now frightened, she started to speed up her pace, but
a pair 
of hairy arms encircled her from behind and pulled her back. Her books
went 
flying from her hand as she was jerked backwards. 

She opened her mouth to scream, but instead had the breath knocked out
of 
her as she was slammed against the door of the car. Gasping and
coughing, 
Sandy struggled weakly as her assailant - it was the white man -
jerked open 
the back door and shoved her inside. His companion was already in the 
driver's seat, starting up the engine. The white guy followed her
inside, 
slamming the door shut behind him.

"Go," he cried. The man in the driver's seat threw the car into gear
and started 
driving. 
Sandy kept struggling, flailing wildly with her arms, but the man just
grabbed a 
handful of her thick, brown hair and jerked her down onto the floor in
front of 
him. She opened her mouth to scream, but he slapped her viciously
across the 
face. The young medical student stopped struggling, frozen in shock as
the 
pain coursed through her body. She had never been struck before by
anyone, 
and the shock was almost worse than the pain.

Almost.

By the time she overcame the shock, it was too late. They were out of
her 
neighbourhood and onto the highway, heading toward the centre of the
city. 

'Tug' Holbrook laughed as his prize struggled ineffectually on the car
floor 
between his thick, jean covered legs. It had been so easy! Almost too
easy. 
Bitch. He took another long swallow from the bottle, enjoying the warm
rush 
that spread through his chest.

"Hey man," Jimmy called back from the front seat. "Save some for me."

Tug laughed nastily. "The booze or the bitch?" he asked.

"Both."

The fat man took another drink before answering. "Don't worry Jimmy
boy," he 
called out. "There's plenty of both."

Jimmy fell silent, concentrating on the driving, and Tug turned his
attention 
back to the girl as she looked up at him from between his legs with
wide, 
frightened eyes. What a babe! This couldn't have worked out better if
they'd 
planned it. He felt his cock stiffen in his jeans. He reached down,
grabbed a 
handful of hair and jerked the girl upwards until her face was rubbing
against 
his crotch.

"Feels good, huh?" he asked roughly.

The girl began to cry. "N-no... please..."

Tug just smirked. Stupid bitch! He released her hair and she fell back
onto the 
floor. With his now-free hand, he undid his pants and slipped them
down along 
with his underwear. His thick, greasy cock hung free, long and hard
against 
the hair-covered rolls of fat on his stomach. The girl just cringed. 
"C'mon," he ordered. "Give it a kiss." The girl shook her head, tears
running 
down her face.

Tug grunted at her refusal. The bitch was particular. Better loosen
her up a 
little first. He reached down and jerked her up so that she was
sitting on his lap 
with her back to him. She squirmed as his exposed cock rubbed up
against 
her slacks, but could not get free. Tug was too strong. He encircled
her with 
one thick arm, grabbed at one of her breasts through her blouse and 
squeezed. Hard. Writhing to break free, she moaned with pain and
humiliation. 
(Tug loved that sound!) With his other hand, he brought the bottle
around and 
pushed it up against her open mouth.

"Swallow," he ordered. She shook her head, holding her lips tightly
closed, but 
he ground his fingers tightly on her nipple and held it. She twisted
and gurgled 
with the pain, but he kept twisting her nipple until she finally gave
in and 
opened her mouth. Immediately, he released the nipple and brought the
bottle 
up to her lips. This time, she accepted it, taking a long swallow of
the alcohol 
as he tipped the bottle. She started gasping and coughing as the
burning liquid 
flowed down her throat, but she opened her mouth to accept more when
he 
brought the bottle up again - his hand was still on her breast; still
teasing her 
nipple. 

This continued for a good fifteen minutes, until she had drunk down
almost a 
third of the bottle. Not a drinker, Sandy was already feeling the
effects of the 
alcohol when her assailant put aside the bottle in order to have both
hands 
free. She tried to struggle when he started to rip open her blouse,
but her body 
seemed to be losing co-ordination, losing strength. She was unused to
alcohol, 
but not totally inexperienced: she knew she was getting drunk.

The young medical student squirmed ineffectually as the fat man
finished 
ripping open her blouse and then jerked her bra off with one twist of
his beefy 
hand. Her breasts, large and firm, fell free and lay exposed on her
chest.

"Fuck man," the guy said. "Look at these jugs." He reached around and
began 
kneading them.

The black man driving the car looked back and grinned in appreciation.

Blushing, Sandy tried to bring her hands up to protect herself, but
the fat man 
just slapped them away. She squirmed, but was unable to escape as he 
kneaded her tits, squeezing them and rolling them around in his hands.


Moaning, she gave up and lay back, resting her head against the man's 
shoulder. She was beginning to feel dizzy and confused as the alcohol
did its 
work on her. She didn't even protest when he undid her slacks, hooked
his 
fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushed downward. Within

seconds, her pants were down around her ankles.

Tug began to run his sweaty hands roughly up and down his victim's
near-
naked body. The girl was now too drunk to protest or struggle
effectively; too 
drunk to do anything other than lay back on his lap while he fondled
her tits. 
After a while, he ran his hands down to her pussy and began rubbing. 
Thoroughly drunk, the girl giggled the tried to push his hands away.

"Don' do..." she slurred. "Nod..."

Tug ignored her, rubbing his chubby fingers first up and down the
outside of 
her pussy and then slipping them inside. The girl twitched in pain as
he did so. 
She was dry as a bone, but he didn't care. His cock was about ready to
burst. 
Shifting her body upwards, he spread her long, slender legs with one
knee, 
and slowly settled her pussy down onto his rigid cock.

Finally, it was all lined up. With one shove, he rammed his cock into
her 
unready pussy... 

The pain of the sudden rape cut through the fog of alcohol.

She was being fucked.

 FUCKED!

Sandy Little, legs spread and pussy impaled on her assailant's cock,
began to 
struggle and squirm about on his lap, desperate to escape. The man
ignored 
her struggles. He just grabbed her by the breasts and began jerking
her up 
and down on his lap, fucking his cock in and out of her pussy. There
was 
nothing she could do except go along with his movements; even to the
point of 
using her legs to support the movements. If not, she felt like her
breasts would 
be ripped from her body. So, she soon found herself actively fucking
back 
against her rapist, using her own strength to push her aching pussy up
and 
down on his cock.

"That's right babe," he muttered, appreciating her assistance.

He didn't last long. Within minutes, she felt him stiffen and then
felt the warm 
surge of sperm as it boiled out of his cock and into her pussy. She
shuddered 
with rage and disgust as he came inside her, but there was nothing she
could 
do about it.

When it was over, he shoved her off his lap and she slid back down
onto the 
car floor. After taking a long swallow from the almost-empty bottle,
he once 
again grabbed her hair and jerked her tear-stained face into his
crotch and up 
against his glistening cock. Knots of sperm slid down his tool and
congealed in 
his crotch hair.

"Clean up your mess," he told her.

She shook her head.

 No. She had never done that before.

He brought his hand around and slapped her - once, twice... and then a
third 
time - on the face. Then he leaned back, legs spread wide and grinned
down 
at her.

"Clean it," he smirked, "And we'll let you go."

The words 'let you go' registered on the half-drunk and wholly
frightened girl. 
Let her go!

Shaking, Sandy leaned forward into his crotch. The alcohol made
everything 
blurry, but she could clearly make out every vein, every ridge, every
contour on 
his glistening member. Hesitantly, almost throwing up, she reached up
and 
grasped the base of the cock. It twitched in her grasp, dripping cum
onto her 
fingers. Shuddering with revulsion, she opened her mouth and began to
lick at 
the now-soft penis, gagging at the taste and smell, but doing it
nonetheless.

'Let her go' he had said. 

Jimmy Patterson turned off the highway and took the exit ramp into the
city. 
From the seat behind him, he could clearly hear the loud slurping
sound as the 
little slut sucked hungrily at his friend's cock.

That was enough.

Jimmy pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He
turned just 
as Tug came again, his hands tightly clenched in the bitch's thick,
brown hair, 
holding her mouth over his cock as he pumped a load of sperm down her 
throat. She gurgled and moaned, hands thrashing, but couldn't pull
away.

"OK," Jimmy said, sliding out the door. "Let's switch. I want some of
that."

Tug nodded in agreement. He'd had enough. He pushed the girl away and 
clambered out of the back seat. Jimmy grinned as the white girl, a
thin trail of 
white cum dribbling out over her lower lip and onto her chin, looked
up at him 
as he climbed into the back seat.

This was going to be great! 

SQUEALER PART 2


They did let her go in the end.

The black guy had forced her to suck his cock for a while, and then,
after a 
little more alcohol, she found herself actually necking with him in
the back 
seat. That was just about the worst thing: lying in each other's arms
in the back 
seat - just like girlfriend and boyfriend - lips pressed up against
each other's; 
tongues entwined. 

Eventually, he had leaned back, and she had been forced to fuck him,
legs 
straddling his thighs, riding his cock up and down until he came.
Fortunately, 
the cum from the first rape had provided some lubrication, so it had
not been 
too painful.

By the time he came, the alcohol had pretty much overwhelmed her, and
she 
was almost unconscious. Her last recollection before passing out was
of the 
black man running his cum covered cock into her mouth.

Sandy was still drunk when she woke up.

It was dark, and she assumed that it was the same night.

She found herself in an alleyway. Her blouse, the front ripped open,
hung over 
her in tatters, but the bra was nowhere to be found. Her slacks and
panties 
were still bunched up around her ankles, so she pulled them up. 
But when she tried to fasten them, she found that the front button had
come 
off. In her drunken state, this somehow seemed utterly crushing, and
she 
began to sob, lying there in the alley among the trashcans.

After a while, she pulled herself together. At least her ordeal was
over! The 
bastards had let her go. Struggling to her feet, she staggered down
the alley 
looking for help. 

The alley seemed to go on forever, but she eventually came to what
appeared 
to be a club or a bar of some sort. A short set of stairs led downward
to a door. 
Behind it, she could hear music and people talking.

People.

Someone to help her.

Almost crying with relief, she started to walk swiftly down the
stairs. It proved 
too much for her, however, and she stumbled drunkenly, and fell up
against 
the door. It burst open and she tumbled head over heels into the bar.

Chowder Harris, the bartender and owner of the nameless little
drinking 
establishment, looked up in fear as the door crashed inward. His first
thought 
was the police - at any given time, there was enough prostitution,
fencing and 
drug dealing going on in his place to fill a small jail - but he
immediately 
dismissed the thought. He'd slipped money into the right pockets. And
even 
the police didn't venture into this part of LA. His conclusion was
quickly proved 
right: it was a girl.

A white girl!

And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the
now-
silent bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and
staggered up 
against a table. One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her
torn blouse, 
attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other
hand held 
closed the front of her pants. 

This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's conclusion was the same
as 
everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong customer. Still...
Harris's 
instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here! Harris threw his
cloth 
down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl stood
unsteadily, 
peering around the bar.
"Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've
had some 
trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris
put his 
arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. 

"Why don't you just sit down right here and we'll get you some help."
Tears 
began trickling down the girl's face, but she followed without
protest.

Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar
stool. 
She had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at
her as she 
crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly.

He would help her.

Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as
the bar 
talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was
securely 
perched, and then walked back behind the counter.

"Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of
whisky, "this'll 
make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her.

Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't
accept 
the drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic
haze. 
She had almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was
completely 
incapable of handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had
been 
sapped away, drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body. 

Slowly, with the exaggerated caution of the truly drunk, the picked up
the small 
glass and brought it to her lips.

"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." 

Sandy followed his instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She
shuddered 
and coughed as the fiery alcohol coursed through her body.
Involuntarily, she 
brought the glass back down onto the counter with a large thump.

"Another?"

Obligingly, Harris refilled it. She didn't want any more, but still
she obediently 
lifted the glass and again downed the alcohol. It was actually making
her feel a 
bit better; the pain in her crotch and chest seemed to recede as her
body 
became increasingly numb. 
Without realizing it, the tattered remains of her blouse slipped free
of her left 
hand and fell open, affording Chowder Harris a clear view of her
breasts 
between the torn strips of cloth.

 Staring openly at her exposed chest, he again refilled her glass.
Harris was 
about to say something when he was suddenly pulled aside by a large,
angry-
looking black woman: his wife.

"What are you do'n?" she asked, furious to have found her husband so
friendly 
with some scrawny, bare-breasted white slut. In the middle of the bar!
"Are you 
crazy?"

"Listen," Harris whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the girl as
she 
downed the third shot of whisky. "It's not what y'think. She's just
some drunken 
whore who stumbled in. We can make some money."

Somewhat mollified to learn that his interest in the bitch was only
financial, his 
wife released his arm. Still, she wasn't quite sure about it. "The
bitch's 
probably working," she pointed out. Miles will..."

"You jokin? A white woman around here? For Miles?" Harris laughed.
"That'd 
be news around here. I'd've heard 'bout it for sure."

He was right, and his wife grunted in grudging agreement. "OK. But
just you 
keep your hands off her." Harris nodded, happy that she'd given in.
The girl 
was attractive, but he knew better than to get caught fooling around.
His wife 
was a large woman, and not shy.

He turned back to the girl. The additional alcohol was already
affecting her, 
and she was swaying perceptibly on the stool. Harris couldn't help but
stare at 
her breasts - large and firm - as they jiggled appealingly through the
torn front 
of her blouse. The girl was no longer even trying to cover them.
Strange, 
though; she wasn't really dressed like a whore. Too nice. Still...

This was business.

"That'll be ten bucks," he announced, walking up to stand directly in
front of 
her. She looked over at him in confusion, eyes squinting as she tried
to focus.

"Wha?"

"Ten bucks," he repeated. "For the drinks. You owe me ten bucks,
girl."

"Ten...t-ten..."

Just as he had thought. "Can't pay?" Confused, the girl shook her
head. 
Clearly, she didn't understand him, but that really wasn't important.
He just 
needed - or wanted -  an excuse.

And now he had one.

Feigning anger, he walked around from behind the bar and marched up to

where she sat unsteadily on the bar stool. She tried to swivel her
head to 
follow his movements, but in her drunken state, she half fell off the
stool. He 
roughly grabbed her from her perch as she fell and dragged her to the
centre 
of the room, right in front of the broken-down pool table. She
stumbled along in 
his grip, barely keeping her footing, her mumbled protests ignored.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Hey... everyone. Listen up!" The quiet hum of
talk, which 
had slowly been building up since the girl's dramatic entrance into
the bar, fell 
away as all the faces in the bar turned towards where Harris stood
holding the 
girl.

Staring...

 Drunk as she was, Sandy still blushed furiously at all those black
faces staring 
at her. She wanted to cry out - to shout, to protest that this was all
a mistake 
and she didn't belong here - but her mouth and tongue felt numb. All
she could 
manage was an embarrassed gurgle as the bartender jerked her up
against 
the pool table and began to speak.

"This girl here owes me some money," he cried out, smirking. "And she
can't 
pay."

A few men in the crowd laughed.

"Luckily," the bar owner continued, "she can still earn it."

"How's that?" came a voice from the crowd, followed by a round of
malicious 
laughter. They knew what was going on. The only women that came into a

place like these were whores. One way or the other, they were all
whores. 

Everyone there knew what good old Chowder was talking about. And no
one 
had ever seen a white girl in this bar before.

"Well," Harris drawled, enjoying the attention, "just like any other
whore; on her 
back." He reached down with his free hand and tore away what was left
of 
Sandy's blouse. The young student tried to bring her hands up to
protect 
herself, but he slapped them away. The crowd stared in silence at her
exposed 
breasts.

Harris looked around.

They were ready.

"Fifty dollars a fuck," he proclaimed. "We'll just set her up for
business right 
here." 

He grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her backwards. Sandy,
clumsy in 
her drunkenness, rolled back onto the pool table. While her legs were
in the 
air, Harris grabbed her slacks and pulled them down. 

She started to struggle, but it was too late: she was down to her
panties.Then 
they were quickly ripped off. Within seconds, Sandy found herself
stripped 
naked and lying on her back on the pool table. She tried to squirm
off, but the 
black man kept his hand in her hair, pinning her head to the table.
Grinning, Harris bent down and whispered to her: "Just be a good girl.
You've 
done this before. Try to enjoy it."

Enjoy it?

Once again, Sandy's attempts to protest were sabotaged by the
pervasive 
numbness in her face and body. She was able to do little more than
mumble 
incoherently as the black man pulled his face away. She wanted to tell
them 
that she *was* a good girl - not a whore. And she didn't belong here.

She did'nt belong here.

She was still trying to articulate this thought when the first man
approached. 
The large black man wasted little time. He just pulled his long, hard
cock free 
from his pants and climbed on top of her. 


She squirmed and struggled as he brought his beer- breath mouth down
onto 
her lips and began exploring her mouth with his tongue. She wanted to 
scream, but couldn't, with his mouth covering hers. She could only
moan with 
pain and humiliation as he started to maul her breasts while kissing
her.

The man misinterpreted her moans. "Feels good," he grunted,
momentarily 
pulling his mouth from hers. "Don't it bitch." He moved one hand down,

positioned his cock, and rammed it into her with one powerful jerk of
his hips. 

The lubrication from the earlier rapes had gone, and her pussy was
dried and 
unprepared for this latest invasion. She grunted with the pain.
"Oohhhh..." The 
penis felt like it was burning its way into her pussy. Her cry,
however, was cut 
off as the man brought his lips down against her mouth and began
slobbering 
on her face and lips. His hips began pistoning back and forth. Her
hands 
flailed uselessly at her side as he drove his cock in and out of
her...

 Harris grinned as the girl, slender legs spread wide, satisfied her
first 
customer on the pool table. She really was a beautiful girl; just like
those girls 
wearing bathing suits on magazine covers. She was goin' to make him a 
fortune. The whole bar was watching now, and cheering and the white
whore 
bucked and whined in lust while the black man fucked her hard. Just
what the 
stuckup white bitch needed!

Like the two men who had raped her earlier that evening, this man
didn't last 
very long. Within minutes, he was shooting his load of warm sperm into
her 
now lubricated pussy. Sandy tried to kick herself free - anything to
get his cock 
out before he dumped his sperm inside her - but it was no use. When he
was 
done, the man pulled away after giving her one last kiss.

Sandy lay limp on the table, gasping for breath as the man's sperm
trickled out 
of her abused pussy and down her ass crack. She had just started to
turn over 
- trying to curl up into a fetal position - when the second man
climbed onto the 
pool table, positioned himself between her still spread legs, and
began to fuck 
her. It did not hurt so much this time, as her pussy had been well
lubricated 
with the first man's sperm. The man's cock slid smoothly in and out of
her 
unprotected pussy. In fact, in her drunken numbness, it almost began
to feel 
good.

Almost.


As she lay spread on the table being fucked, a thought occurred to
her: the 
quicker they came, the quicker they would be finished and leave her
alone. In 
her drunken state, this seemed to be a good reason to co-operate: to
get it 
over with as soon as possible.

Get it over with as soon as possible.

And so, lying naked and dripping on a pool table in a bar filled with
yelling, 
cheering black men, Sandra Little, med student and beautiful young
woman, 
slipped her long, slender legs around behind the man and began to fuck
back 
at him; doing her best to make him come as quickly as possible.

Harris couldn't believe it! Any doubts about the girl's occupation
were 
discarded. What a little whore! Not that he was complaining. The crowd
went 
wild as the girl threw her naked arms around the man's neck and kissed
him 
hard on the mouth, all the time bucking and heaving beneath him,
clearly 
doing her best to fuck him back.

Sandy felt the man begin to stiffen inside of her. Quickly, she
brought her face 
up and began to lick the man on the neck. Ron, one of her boyfriends
from 
back home, had always loved that. Panting, half with lust, she licked
and 
kissed and bit the man on the neck as he came inside of her.

As with the first, he climbed quickly off and was immediately replaced
by 
another. 'Get it over with,' she told herself, reaching up to welcome
her new 
lover. The man seemed interested in her breasts, so she cupped her
hands 
underneath and offered them up to him. He bent over and began biting
and 
licking...

The fifth man turned her over. Obligingly, Sandy climbed up on all
fours and 
spread her legs, ignoring the cum as it streamed down the inside of
her thighs. 

She wiggled her ass backwards until she felt the man's cock up against
her 
sopping pussy and then slid back, moaning slightly as she felt it
slide inside of 
her. Against her will, she was beginning to feel a slow, steady
build-up of lust 
in her pussy. The man began slapping her ass as she fucked herself
back 
against his cock.

Get it over with...

She finally came. It was while fucking the seventh or eighth guy. 
By this time, she aware of nothing except the feelings in her pussy
and 
breasts, and the out-of-focus face hovering above her on the table.

She wasn't sure how many men had fucked her - she had lost track -
when 
she felt, through the haze of lust and alcohol, the cock slap against
her lips. 
She had never given head before - never even considered it - but she 
instinctively opened her mouth and sucked it in. 

She was now being fucked simultaneously by two men, one from the front
and 
one from behind. Moaning in involuntary lust, she did her best to give
them as 
much pleasure as possible; to bring them off as quickly as she could.

Get it over with...

Chowder Harris's pockets were bulging with money. The girl - his own
little bar 
whore - had exceeded his greatest expectations. She had fucked well
over a 
dozen guys and was still going strong, now taking two at once. Even at
only 
fifty bucks a shot, he might still clear a thousand bucks!
Thoughtfully, he 
studied the scene on the pool table. 

The bitch was on her back again, taking one man in her pussy, but
twisting her 
upper body around so she could run her cum-covered lips up and down on

another man's cock. One hand held her body steady, while the other
grasped 
the base of the cock she was working on with her mouth.

Harris worked a thought around in his mind. He'd have to speak with
his wife 
about it, but... but maybe he should keep her. Keep the girl. No one
would 
miss her. She could clean the place during the day and fuck at night.
He'd 
make a fortune...

A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder.

Harris turned. It was Miles. Taylor Miles: the most powerful drug
dealer and all 
around crime lord in the neighbourhood. 
He was also, although it was more of a hobby with him than a
significant 
money making enterprise, a pimp. And a very successful one. He ran all
of the 
girls on the strip down State Street and in the surrounding area.

Including Harris's bar.

"Hello Chowder." 
Miles was not a big man, but then he didn't need to be. The two
gorillas 
standing behind him took care of that. And even they were really
unnecessary. 
Miles' reputation preceded him in a very unpleasant manner. 

"How's tricks?"

Harris swallowed. This was bad. "F-fine, Mr. Miles," he stuttered.
Really bad.

The drug lord nodded at the pool table where the girl was sucking back

another load of cum from the cock presently jammed in her mouth. 

"Bit of a sideline?" he asked. "I didn't know you ran girls."

W-well..." In panic, Harris began to blurt out the story, relating how
the girl had 
suddenly appeared in his bar and then 'offered' to pay off the bar tab
by 
fucking the customers. It was pretty thin, but...

"Well," the drug dealer smiled (an unpleasant sight), "I'll tell you
what I'll do." 
He stopped smiling abruptly. "And what you'll do." 

Harris nodded, willing to agree to anything that would not involve
serious pain 
to himself. 

"I'll leave your bar standing. I'll leave you a hundred dollars of the
money 
you've made from this whore's ass. I'll leave you in one piece."  

Harris gulped.

"In return," Miles continued, "You'll give me the girl. And not try to
muscle in on 
my business again. Ever. Sound fair?"

Harris nodded, resignedly pulling the wad of money out of his pocket
and 
handing it over. The drug lord peeled off a hundred dollars, returned
it, and put 
the rest in his own pocket.

"T-thank you," Harris said, miserable.
Taylor gestured to his two goons. "Get the girl."

Sandy was almost comatose, fucking from instinct and rote, when she
felt the 
cock slide from her abused pussy without coming. 

Dazed, she looked up and saw two huge black men standing over her.

Get it over with...

Trying to smile, she reached up her hands to welcome them. As one,
they 
grabbed her arms and jerked her to her feet. The force of their pull
caused her 
head to snap back against the edge of the pool table. There was a
brief flash 
of pain and then everything went dark... 


SQUEALER PART THREE


Taylor Miles had something of a philosophy regarding the training of
women to 
be whores. A system. The basic tenet of that system was that you had
to let 
them know where they stood. What they were. In no uncertain terms. The

minute they started thinking - or remembering - that they were good
for 
anything other than fucking and sucking and lookin' good, they were
useless. 
Worse than useless: unprofitable.

So, Taylor had a system.

Of course, most of the girls who came his way were already pretty much

fucked up by the time he got them. Strung out on drugs or booze... As
a 
general rule, Taylor didn't much take with that; he wanted his girls
clean and 
sober. They lasted longer that way, and made him more money. The
drugged 
out whore just burned out too fast. Besides, why waste good drugs on a

whore? Save the good stuff for those who could pay for it.

Still, it helped at the beginning. Softened them up; sapped willpower.

This new girl was a bit different. Not quite so fucked up. That
asshole 
bartender had thought that she was a whore, but Taylor knew better. He
knew 
whores. This little white bitch hadn't shaken her tight little ass on
a street 
corner before or he didn't know merchandise when he saw it. Not that
it 
mattered. That was where his philosophy came in; his system. Fuck 'em
hard 
and fuck 'em often; let them know what they are: worthless for
anything other 
than fucking, sucking and looking good. This new girl... she'd take a
little 
longer - a little more effort than most of the girls, but she'd be
worth it.
And she'd come around in the end. They all did.

Taylor had his philosophy.

His system. 

Sandy was pretty much sober by the time she next woke up. She groaned
in 
pain as her eyes fluttered open. The pounding in her head rang a
brutal 
counterpoint to the steady burning in her groin and nauseated churn of
her 
stomach.

"Here now." A voice. A female voice. "Drink this. Make you feel
better." 
Parched, Sandy opened her mouth and accepted a glass container,
drinking 
deeply...

She jerked her mouth away and sat up, sputtering violently. It was
whisky. Her 
stomach heaved at the smell and taste, but there was nothing there to
bring 
up. Trying to ignore the pain, she forced herself to open and focus
her eyes.

She was lying on the floor of what appeared to be a dingy little
apartment. 
Crouching beside her, holding the bottle, was a black woman. The woman

would have been attractive but for a hard, worn look in her face and
eyes 
which the makeup could not quite hide. 

Sitting on a couch a few feet away sat a black man wearing an
expensive suit. 
Behind the couch were two large men, also black; bodyguards by the
look of it. 

Sandy crossed her arms in front of herself and shivered, suddenly
self-
conscious. Her clothes had disappeared, and she was now naked except
for a 
dirty old tee-shirt someone had put on her while she slept. It hung
loose, a few 
sizes too large for her, but still barely covered the upper part of
her thighs.

"'Bout time." This came from the man on the couch. He was obviously
the 
leader. "Can't have my whores sleepin' all night. Should be on the
street; 
maken' me cash."

Sandy struggled through the dull throb of the hangover to understand
what he 
was talking about. Whore? There must be some mistake...

"C'mere," the man ordered.

Sandy started to climb to her feet, but the black woman gave her a
push just 
as she was getting up. 
Still partially intoxicated, she fell forward onto her hands and knees
in front of 
the couch. Almost in tears, the young medical student looked up
through a 
curtain of brown hair at the black man. Grinning, he spread his legs.

"How about a little head," he suggested. "Whore."

"T-there's been a m-mistake," Sandy stuttered, horrified at the
suggestion. "I'm 
not a... a p-prostitute. I'm..."

She was cut off as the man suddenly leaned forward and grasped her
face in 
his hands. 

"Listen bitch," he hissed. "I don't give a fuck what you think or what
you were. 
Last night you were spread out on a pool table having the time of your
life 
fuckin' some brothers. From now on, you're what I say you are. And I
say 
you're a whore."

"Noo-oo," Sandy wailed, struggling in vain to free her face from the
man's 
painful grip. 

Angry, the man made a gesture. One of the thugs from beside the couch
came 
around behind her. 

She heard a woman's laughter coming from behind her, but was unable to
turn 
her head to see what was happening. She was still unable to do so when
she 
felt something cold and slippery being rubbed against the entrance to
her anal 
passage and then inside. It felt like some kind of cream or something.

"Mmmm..." She tried to cry out her objections, but the man on the
couch had 
shifted his grip so that his hand now covered her mouth. "Mmmm..."

A few moments later, she felt naked flesh against her upper legs.
Before she 
fully realized what was going to happen, she was overwhelmed with pain
as 
the man behind her rammed his thick cock straight up her partially
lubricated 
asshole with one brutal shove. The pain was unbelievable; she felt as
though 
she was being split in two.

"AAaahhhhh...." She let out a long wail as the man on the couch
removed his 
hand from her mouth.
"How d'you like that whore?" he asked, laughing.

"Nnooooooo.... please... please..." All pride forgotten, she begged
piteously for 
release. "Ooohhhh... it hurts," she cried. 
The man behind her shifted slightly, pulled back so that only the head
of his 
cock remained inside her anus, and then brutally shoved forward again.

Sandy squealed loudly at the sharp pain of this repeated intrusion.
The people 
in the room laughed. 

"That's good," the man on the couch grinned. "That's good. Just like a
pig. Do 
it again little pig-slut." 

Sandy shook her head in abject refusal, still panting and groaning
with pain. In 
response to this refusal, the man on the couch made a gesture, and the
thug 
repeated his actions, pulling slowly back and then ramming his cock up
her 
tight asshole. Sandy, sweating with pain, tried to remain silent and
endure the 
pain, the humiliation, but it was too much. Shuddering, eyes wide with
panic at 
the intrusion, she moaned and cried with pain.

"Squeal," she was told, "and I'll get him to stop moving."

Anything.

Anything to stop the movement of the cock in her ass.

"Squeee... squeee..." She started quietly, but quickly picked up
volume as the 
man fucking her asshole slowly pulled back out. 

When he rammed his cock back in, her squeals took on a loud, panicked 
sound. Damp with sweat, she squirms and squealed for all she was
worth. 

Everyone laughed as the white girl squealed loudly on the floor in
front of 
them. But Sandy didn't care. All she knew was that the man raping her
asshole 
had - finally - stopped moving, leaving his cock fully sheathed in her
twitching 
asshole.

"Squeee..."

"That's good," the man on the couch repeated, still laughing. "I like
that." He 
looked down at the girl. "Now, do you want him to pull out?"

Panting, Sandy could only nod. Oh yes... "Squeee..."
"Well," the man smirked. "All you have to do is ask him. Just ask him
to fuck 
you in the cunt instead." 

She had no choice. She had to get his cock out of her ass. At any
price. Still... 
could she say it? Her deliberations were interrupted as the man began
moving 
again, slowly pulling back and then shoving forward.

"Nnooo..." she screeched. "P-please... f-fuck me in... in my c-cunt...
not 
there..." Ignoring her pleas, the man continued to ream out her
asshole. 
"Please..." Her begging became more frantic. "Fuck me in my cunt.
Please..."

The man on the couch laughed. "Where do you want it little pig-slut?"

"In the cunt!" She was almost yelling now. "In my cunt. Fuck me in my
cunt."

The man gestured, and the movement stopped. 

"One more thing," he said, still smirking at the tear-stained face in
front of him. 
"From now on, whenever you're getting fucked, you squeal. Got it?" 

Sandy stared up in incomprehension.

What?

"Uhm..."

"All of my girls," the man explained, "are trained to sound and act as
if they like 
the sex. Gasping and moaning. Sluts. You squeal. That's your name
here: 
'Squealer'. Got it?"

Sandy started to protest this latest degradation, but the man behind
started 
moving again, so she just nodded her head. Anything to get him to
stop.

Immediately, the rapist pulled his cock out of her painfully stretched
asshole. 

Sandy sagged with relief as the cock was removed. She felt as though 
someone had pulled a tree from her backside. 

Her relief, however, was short lived. Within seconds, the man had
repositioned 
his cock and then shoved it to the hilt inside her pussy. Sandy jerked
forward 
in shock. 
The pain was still there, but nowhere near as bad as when he had been 
fucking her in the ass. Involuntarily, she spread her legs a little
farther apart in 
order to relieve a bit of the pain of the intrusion as the man began
to fuck her 
from behind.

"Forgettin' something?"
Sandy looked up. Oh god...

"Little pig-slut."

"Squeee... squeee..."

The room rang with laughter as the young white girl squealed loudly as
she 
was raped from behind. Her squeals sounded in time with the man's
thrusts as 
her brutally fucked her cunt. Finally he came, pumping his load into
her aching, 
abused pussy. Sandy gave one last squeal as he pulled out and then 
collapsed onto the leader's lap, totally exhausted.

When would this nightmare end?

Not now, apparently. The other bodyguard went around behind her and 
positioned himself, cock hard and free, ready to ream her out. She
looked up 
in terror as she felt the head of his cock come to rest on the
entrance to her 
asshole.

The leader grinned down on her. "Where do you want it whore?"

"I-in my cunt," Sandy whispered, flushing red with humiliation, but
willing to do 
or say anything to avoid being fucked in the ass again. "F-fuck me in
the cunt." 

He nodded and the man behind her immediately shoved his cock into her 
pussy.

She didn't forget this time: "Squeee... squeee..."

Her training as a whore began almost immediately. The cum from the two

bodyguards was still cooling on her inner thighs when the man - Taylor
Miles 
she soon learned was his name - ordered the black woman to get the
'bitch' 
dressed and teach her her new job. 


The black women dragged her unwilling student into another room in the

rundown apartment to begin work. The dressing involved slipping into a

miniskirt a couple sizes too small and tucking in the grimy tee-shirt
in which 
she had woken up. 

The girl - Melissa - also insisted that her student wear four-inch
pumps. No 
underwear, though. 

"Won't be needin' it," Melissa joked. "Anythin' that gets between you
and the 
cock is a waste of time." 

Frightened, Sandy obediently got dressed. She couldn't, however, help
asking 
some questions.

"Taylor?" Melissa proved quite talkative. "He's the most important man
around 
these parts. He runs more girls than anyone." 

Sandy couldn't help but shudder. Melissa seemed to take a weird kind
of pride 
in working for the biggest pimp on the block.

"But... doesn't he, like... make you..."

Melissa shrugged cynically. "Could be worse. There's plenty worse out
there. 
Taylor now, he takes care of you. Doesn't let you do no drugs or booze
or 
anythin' like that. He like to keep you clean and pretty. Makes him
more money 
and you last longer."

"L-last longer?" Sandy didn't understand.

"Taylor's got a system. He knows exactly how long a whore can work
before 
she start's losin her looks. After that, he don't care what you do. He
even lets 
some girls walk."

Sandy had to ask. "H-how long do... do prostitutes last?"

"With Taylor? A young girl like you has about ten years in her. At
least."
Sandy burst into tears. Ten years! This couldn't be happening to her.
It just 
couldn't!



Melissa just laughed. She'd seen so many girls react like this
before... of 
course, most of them were pretty much down and out when Taylor got
them; 
most didn't have as much to lose as this white bitch, obviously well
educated 
and well brought up. Didn't matter though. When you came right down to
it, 
Melissa thought, any woman could be trained to be a good whore. Even a

stuck up white girl like the one who was presently crying her eyes out
in front 
of her.

Anyone.

That was Taylor's system.

The training began in earnest.

The first stage, in accordance with Taylor's system, was to fuck and
otherwise 
abuse the subject so often and in so many different ways that the sex
became 
routine to her. Not important. 

So, for the first few days, Sandy was fucked over and over again
countless 
times. By bodyguards; by customers; by kids off the street... by the
end of 
those first days, Sandy - who had never spoken to more than two or
three 
blacks in her entire life - had become intimately familiar with black
cock. In her 
pussy, in her ass (which never failed to make her cry and panic), in
her mouth, 
in her hair, in her tits...

And, every time she was fucked, she was forced to squeal like a stuck
pig. It 
was her trademark, Taylor explained. Sure enough, the name 'Squealer'
was 
soon well known around the neighbourhood.

Hot bitch, it was said.

Liked black cock so much, she couldn't stop herself from squealing
when she 
got it.

After the first few days, the fucking became less frequent (down to a
dozen or 
so times a day), and Sandy was forced to learn other things about
being a 
whore. The right way to dress... the right way to talk... the right
attitude in 
general. 
Once again, it was all a part of Taylor's system. Not that he wanted
her to be 
the same as the other girls. Most whores were hard and cynical, and
that 
attitude would come with time.
But she had to be taught to think like a whore. The constant sex had
already 
taken her at least part way there. It had taught her the requisite
lack of respect 
for her own body; that it was just a piece for meat for men to fuck
whenever 
they wished. 

What she needed to learn now was that although her body was worthless
to 
herself, it wasn't worthless to her pimp. In fact, it was a valuable
asset, and 
one which she would be required to protect. For Taylor's benefit, of
course.

So, Melissa taught her something about life on the streets. How to
behave; 
how to talk to the other whores; how to spot a potentially dangerous
customer. 
Taylor had lost whores to psychos before, and it pissed him off.

Cost him money.

Finally, after about a week of training, Melissa told Sandy - or
'Squealer' as 
she was now called - that she was ready for her 'audition'. She would
finally 
fuck Taylor, and he would decide whether or not she was ready for the
street. 
Sandy didn't particularly want to succeed, but Melissa made very clear
to her 
the price of failure.

The time came, and Melissa brought Sandy to Taylor's bedroom. Sandy 
walked slowly into the room, still unsteady on the four inch pumps.
Taylor was 
sitting on the edge of the bed. As instructed, she smiled at him,
trying to look 
sexy. He grinned over at her and snapped his fingers. Sandy, hating
herself for 
her submission, but having no choice, knew what to do.

Hurrying forward, she knelt down in front of him and her fingers -
nails shining 
a newly painted red - went straight to the front of his pants. Hands
trembling, 
she unzipped the fly and drew out her master's limp penis, which
immediately 
began to stir to life at the cool touch of her fingers. 

Sandy fingered it for a few moments, coaxing it to hardness. Then she
bowed 
her head, and with only a brief hesitation, took it in her mouth.
Using her lips 
and tongue as she had been taught, Sandy quickly brought his big,
black cock 
to a state of massive erection, sucking and slurping as though her
life 
depended on it.

After a while, she stood up, straddled him as he lay back on the bed,
and 
lowered herself until she kneeled astride his thighs. The short skirt
parted, 
exposing her naked pussy. 
Then, with a moan of pure, simulated lust - just as she had been
taught - she 
lowered herself onto his erect penis, her pussy sucking in its entire
length. 
Grinning, Taylor just lay there as she began to ride up and down in a
steady 
rhythm, squealing in time with her own movements. Not the loud, piggy 
squeals she had originally been forced to put on. 

She was still required to do that sometimes - to the amusement of
whoever 
was watching or participating - but a quiet, realistic squeal as
Melissa had 
trained her. As though she was loving the sex.

It was still, however, a squeal.

He was pleased to note that she was using her pussy to squeeze his
cock as 
best she could. 

With a sigh of pleasure, he reached up and began to fondle one of her
tits. 
Obligingly, she leaned forward to give him easy access.

Gradually the rhythm picked up. Taylor reached up a second hand and
began 
mauling roughly at her breasts as they hung invitingly above him.
Sandy 
gasped in pain, but quickly turned it into a grunt. 

Slowly, she leaned forward and brought her mouth down to his neck.
Taylor 
slipped his hands around behind her, grabbed her ass, and began
controlling 
her movements, forcing her to pump faster and faster until finally,
groaning, he 
came.

When she felt the warm sperm boiling over into her pussy, Sandy threw
back 
her head and screamed with lust, simulating an orgasm. Just as she had
been 
taught. He finished coming, and she shuddered and then relaxed on top
of 
him. He let her lie there for a few moments and then pushed her off.

"Not bad," he commented. "Not bad at all." 

He reached over and gave her breast an approving squeeze. Sandy winced
in 
pain, but didn't pull away. "I think you're just about ready." Taylor
leaned back 
against the headrest. 

"Go tell Melissa that I said you're ready," he ordered. "She'll take
you with her 
tonight."

Not daring to protest, Sandy clambered to her feet. She straightened
her 
clothing, brushed her sweat-soaked hair back from her face, and walked
out of 
the room to where she knew Melissa would be waiting.

As she walked, she felt the now familiar trickle of sperm down her
thigh...

  *****

For her first night of work, they dressed her in a skin- tight body
sheath that 
barely covered the bottom curves of her ass. That, along with the
usual 
pumps, was all she wore for her first night on the street. Sandy
burned with 
humiliation when one of Taylor's men dropped them off on Ginger Street
and 
drove away. Here she was, standing in the red light district dressed
like an 
absolute whore. What if somebody saw her?

That, of course, was the idea. On Melissa's instructions, the
trembling girl was 
forced to parade her barely concealed body up and down the sidewalk, 
swinging her barely covered hips just as she had been trained. Within 
moments, a car pulled over.

"Hey babe," came a voice from behind a partially closed window. "How 
much?"

Melissa walked forward. "It's your lucky day," the black girl said.
"Two for the 
price of one. You can have both of us for a hundred."

The man laughed. "Good," he agreed. "Hop in."

The two whores climbed into the car. "We've got a room over there."
She 
pointed at a seedy little hotel just off Ginger Street. The man nodded
and 
parked the car. 

The three of them entered the hotel and climbed the wooden stairs to
the 
second floor, where Melissa unlocked the door and let them into the
room.

Once in, the black girl walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Don't 
start without me," she called as the bathroom door closed.

Immediately, Sandy turned to the man. "Listen mister," she said, voice

shaking. "You gotta help me." 

After a week spent in the company of the uneducated Melissa and the
various 
gang members, Sandy was picking up the other girl's speech patterns,
making 
her sound more like a whore than a med student. 

"I'm not a whore. They kidnapped me and... and r-raped me... please
mister..."

The man grinned. Too late, Sandy realized her mistake as the bathroom
door 
opened and Melissa came out, a frown on her face. 

"You were right," the man said. "She squealed."

"Squealer," Melissa growled, "You is one stupid bitch." She walked
over the 
gave the startled girl a hard slap across the face. 

Sandy began to cry. 

"Taylor is goin' to be pissed," Melissa continued, "and when Taylor
gets 
pissed, someone gets hurt."

Sandy just kept crying.

Someone got hurt.

Sandy spent the next three days in the apartment with the thin end of
a 
wooden baseball bat shoved up her ass. She was not allowed to walk
upright, 
but was instead forced to crawl around on her hands and feet,
squealing like a 
pig and begging someone to pull out the baseball bat. 

Promising to do anything... No one did, of course. Instead, they just
slapped 
her on the ass, calling on her to squeal like the pig-slut she was.
The 
squealing only stopped when her lips were wrapped around a stiff,
black cock, 
which happened often enough during the three days.

By the end of it, she was broken. When Taylor finally pulled the bat
from her 
anus, she shuddered in pain and crawled over to him, kissing his feet
and 
begging him to fuck her, sell her, use her... whatever; just as long
as he didn't 
put the bat in her ass again.

Ever.

That night she was back on the street. For good. 
Melissa stayed with her for the first week or so, but after that she
was on her 
own. She no longer had the will to fight. 

And so, every night of the week, she spent several hours on the
street, 
parading around, attracting business and then fucking it. She proved
very 
popular, and earned a great deal of money for her pimp. 

Her days were spent sleeping and then hanging around Taylor's
apartment 
'entertaining' his friends and customers. Taylor enjoyed recounting
the tale of 
how he found the beautiful, white med student in a bar and trained her
to her 
new life as a whore. The customers loved the story, and usually
insisted on 
fucking her afterwards.

She slowly settled into her new life, all thought of what had gone on
before - 
her home life, med school - slipping away. Just another whore...



EPILOGUE

This part of town was not what it used to be.

But Bert Cripmore had no problem with that. It took him almost a week
to find 
an excuse to be out without Martha, but he did it. The new girl proved
easy to 
find. Driving carefully, he pulled the car over to where she leaned
against the 
lamp in her miniskirt and tank top.

"How much?" he asked, voice rough with lust. Little bitch was
gorgeous!

The girl leaned forward, jaws working rudely on a wad of gum. "Fifty
for a 
blowjob; hundred for a fuck." 

Bert nodded and the girl got into the front seat. "Got a place over
there," she 
said, pointing at a sleazy hotel.

Bert nodded and began to drive.

He looked sideways at the girl as he steered the car into the hotel
parking lot. 



Already, the sense of freshness which had made her stand out on the
strip 
almost a week ago was fading. She still looked young and beautiful
under the 
overdone makeup, but her eyes were narrower than he remembered them. 
She was well on her way to becoming a hardened whore.

Fine with him, he decided.

Still...

"What's your name?" he couldn't help but ask.

The girl looked over, and, for a brief moment, Bert imagined that he
saw 
something else beneath the armour - a scared little girl, terrified
and trapped, 
looking out at him through wide, frightened eyes - but the moment
passed, and 
then only the whore remained.

"They call me Squealer," came the answer, a queer lopsided smile
marring her 
beautiful face.

"Why's that?"

The girl gave a sick grin. "You'll see," she told him, opening the car
door. 
"You'll see."

THE END


THE VIOLATION OF NIKKI

Prologue



Nikki Connors thought to herself, "Those jerks!", and angrily floored
the gas 
pedal of her Miata.

Speeding west on Interstate 10, she couldn't take her mind off the
patronizing 
way all her male co-workers treated her. She had spent years trying to
work 
her way up through the ranks at the investment firm, but it seemed
she'd never 
crack the "good ole boy" network, break through the "glass ceiling" to
upper 
management. By their leering expressions and hushed comments, it was
clear 
they all saw her as a piece of ass, nothing more. 

In fact, just last week, she had overheard Dan Strickland, the young
VP of 
finance whom she had actually thought was a pretty nice guy, make a
crack 
about the upcoming office party to one of his buddies: 

"Yeah, we oughta have Nikki pop out of the cake and shake that sexy
ass for 
us!" Fleeing the raucous laughter, she had spent a full five minutes
in the 
ladies' room weeping.

It's true she was strikingly beautiful. She was 22, with perfectly
straight 
reddish-blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. Enormous blue
eyes 
higlighted her face under fine, arched eyebrows, while high cheekbones

complimented her thin, straight nose. Her lips were thin as well, but 
sensuously curved, and she always wore just the right amount of
lipstick to 
highten the effect of their color against that of her hair and skin
tone, which 
tanned very easily. 

Her body was also slim, with small but firm breasts that stood up and
out, 
capped by nipples like little pencil erasers, ringed by dark tan
aureoles. Her 
stomach was absolutely flat, her waist a mere 22 inches, and her ass
cheeks 
smooth and curved like a proverbial Georgia peach. Her long, silken
legs had 
aroused much commentary in the office, causing her face to burn red
with 
embarrassment while her taunters chuckled and gave her the
it's-all-in-good-
fun routine. 

Yes, she was a classically beautiful, desirable young woman, but she
sure as 
hell didn't see why men shouldn't appreciate her mind too. "Fat chance
in this 
world," she thought. And drove on through the desert.

She had needed this vacation. Her head already felt clearer than it
had that 
morning. By taking her vacation time now, she could get away from it
all, 
maybe contemplate a job change. Her pretty pink lips formed a smile
and she 
began to sing along to the song on the stereo, in her soft alto voice.
"Yes," she 
thought, "my life is going to change!"

She had no idea how much...and how soon.



THE VIOLATION OF NIKKI

Chapter 1


At a little after noon, the engine of the Miata began to sputter
alarmingly. 
Suddenly, smoke began to billow from beneath the hood, and Nikki let
out a 
high shriek. Something had happened! Maybe the radiator hose had
broken. 
And here she was in the middle of West Texas, with nothing but desert
for 
hundreds of miles!

Through the smoke, Nikki's panicked gaze suddenly fixed on something
about 
a hundred yards or so down the highway. It was a rest stop! Saying a
quick 
prayer of thanks, she applied just the slightest pressure to the gas
pedal, 
praying again the coughing little car would make it just the extra
distance. 
"Come on, baby," she shouted over the sputtering of the engine.

Roughly twenty yards from the rest stop the Miata gave up the ghost.
Nikki had 
already eased the little car onto the shoulder of the highway, and now
there 
was nothing she could do but let the car roll to a sad stop.

Nikki sighed, and brushed a lock of her fine hair out of her eyes. Oh
well, she 
was going to think positively on this trip if it killed her. At least
she didn't have 
far to walk to the rest stop. She could see her car from there
easily--hell, she 
could see for a hundred miles in this country--and could flag down
anyone who 
might come along. 

It was a Sunday afternoon, which meant traffic would be light, and it
was 
punishingly hot, nearly 100. But she had dressed for the weather, in a
thin 
white cotton t-shirt and pink shorts, and she had a couple of bottles
of Evian in 
a Playmate cooler. She could sit under one of the covered tables and
just wait 
it out for a highway patrolman if she had to.

So, throwing her purse in the trunk, she locked the car and, carrying
the cooler 
and a dog-eared paperback her roommate had loaned her, she made her
way 
to the rest stop to await her saviors, whomever they might be.

She didn't have long to wait.

---

About fifteen minutes later, Nikki looked up from her novel to the
sound of an 
engine. Walking to the shoulder of the highway, she saw what appeared
to be 
a pickup truck coming her way. A few more minutes of waiting and
squinting at 
the approaching vehicle confirmed the truth. It was indeed a pickup,
old-
looking and kind of beat-up, but with two passengers. Nikki
immediately began 
waving both her long, tanned arms over her head. "HEEYYY! HEEEEEYYYY!"

The truck pulled into the rest stop with a crunching of gravel and two
men got 
out of the cab. One was tall with shoulder length hair, and well
muscled, and 
wearing an old baseball cap, jeans and a t-shirt with some heavy metal
logo 
on them. His unlikely companion was black, about the other man's
height but 
extremely beefy. Nikki thought of Earl Campbell. His t-shirt was
black, with the 
Public Enemy logo standing out in bright relief.

A quick tinge of nervousness--that quick fluttering of the
heart--raced through 
Nikki at the sight of these two men, but she repressed it. Clearly the
assholes 
at work were making her jumpy around anyone male. And she needed help,

pure and simple.

"Something wrong, miss?" said the guy in the cap. 

His companion said nothing, but there was something in his eyes she
didn't 
trust. She had seen that look at work. Oh well, the hell with it. She
refused to 
notice it and answered.

"Yeah, my car overheated. I think it might be something with the
radiator."
"Hell of a place to break down," the man said, his eyes dropping to
Nikki's 
legs, now deeply tanned under the sunlight.

"Really," she said, "do you think there's anything you can do?"

"Hmm. Well, we can have a look at it, I suppose. Could just be a
busted hose. 
You got your keys?"

Nikki dug in her shorts pocket for the keys. In doing so she didn't
notice the 
grin the two men exchanged.

"Here you go," she said, and smiled her biggest smile, what her
roommate 
called the "cover girl" smile. Couldn't hurt to try to be nice, she
figured.

"Well, this might take a sec, miss. You might as well get
comfortable," said 
Baseball Cap, taking the keys. As they walked over to the Miata, Nikki

returned to her bench and cracked open the novel. She looked up
briefly when 
she heard the hood open and Baseball Cap say "Whoa!" as a cloud of
smoke 
rose to the blue desert sky. Then she sat and read while the sounds of

tinkering commenced.

After about five minutes she looked up and noticed the two men bent
over the 
open hood. They appeared to be talking to each other. The both cast a
glance 
her way, and she managed a smile. They smiled too, but more at each
other 
than back at her. She went back to reading.

She was really getting into the story of the novel, and was therefore
jolted back 
to reality by the voice of Baseball Cap. Jumping, she looked up to see
both 
men standing right in front of her where she sat.

"Y-you startled me!" Nikki exclaimed, trying to sound calm. The
butterflies 
were back.

"Hmm. Well, miss, your car's a real mess, but it shouldn't be too much
trouble 
to fix. Tank and I can do it right here, in fact."

"Oh," she said, surprised, "but...that's wonderful! Th-thank you!"

"Thing is," said Baseball Cap, "there IS the matter of, shall we say, 
compensation..." He let his voice trai off. His big black friend
smiled again, 
showing  a gold incisor.
"Well, of c-course," Nikki said. Why was she stammering, she wondered.
"I've 
brought plenty of money. Just tell me wh-what you need and..."

She stopped, confused. The two men were laughing out loud.

"Wh-what!?" she blurted, confused. "What!?"

"That ain't the compensation we had in mind, honey."

At the sound of the name, and the clear implications of the statement,
Nikki 
suddenly felt the butterflies in her stomach turn into a whole wasps'
nest! She 
felt her heartbeat quicken. This wasn't real, she thought hurriedly,
maybe 
they're kidding! Her eyes darted quickly back to the road. No
vehicles. No one 
for miles. No one at all.

"I-I-I d-don't know wh-what you mean, I-I..." she managed. Fear was 
enveloping her like a shround. The looks on the men's faces turned
deeply 
sinister.

"Sure you do," said Baseball Cap calmly. "Purty lady all alone, needs
the help 
of two young studs like us"--the other man laughed again while Nikki's

gorgeous eyes grew huge--"I think there's much more suitable
compensation 
than money to be had. Right, Tank?"

She stood and clumsily began backing up. "I-I don't think s-s-so..."
she said, 
trying to sound unafriad, knowing she was failing. The men moved
towards 
her, slowly, like predators.

Tears began to form in Nikki's big blue eyes. "P-p-please, wait," she
heard 
herself stammering. It was hopeless. As her mind raced, she assessed
her 
situation as best she could in her confusion. No one for miles. If she
ran into 
the rest stop's ladies room they'd simply follow her. And surrounding
them all, 
the endless unforgiving desert. She simply had nowhere to run, and if
she did, 
the big black guy looked as if he could tackle her in less than five
paces. 

It was a nightmare. A pure nightmare, all her worst sexual harassment 
nightmares rolled into one inconceivably horrific reality. How could
it be 
happening? "D-don't," her soft voice began pleading. She continued to
back 
up, shaking her head pleadingly as the men kept moving forward, slowly
and 
deliberately.

"TAKE THEM SHORTS OFF, BITCH! NOW!"

It was the first time the black man had spoken, and his booming voice
sent a 
shock wave of fear through Nikki's jackhammering heart like a gunshot!

Reason simply vanished. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA," she 
screamed, and took off at a run in the direction of the highway, tears
now 
streaming down her perfect unblemished cheeks.

Surprisingly, the men simply watched her run off, laughing raucously.
Of 
course, she realized as she was several yards down the road, they knew
she 
had nowhere to go. And so did she. But she wasn't going to stand
there, she 
just couldn't get raped, she couldn't! Her heavy breathing was racked
with 
sobs as she continued her futile run down the lonely, san-baked desert

highway.

Then Nikki heard an engine start. Chancing a glance over her shoulder,
she 
saw the men had boarded their truck and started the engine. Her blue
eyes 
grew saucer-sized with terror as the truck started towards her. Oh
God!! They 
were going to run her down!

Nikki screamed again, a high pitched wail of despair that carried over
the 
desert sands as the truck bore down on her. Then as it neared to
within six 
feet of her, Baseball Cap slowed the truck to her running speed and
leaned out 
the window. 

"RUN, BABYYY! SHAKE THAT FIIINE FUCKIN ASS!" he shouted, and 
whooped with malicious glee as Nikki screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Then the truck stopped. Nikki kept running, though her breath was
getting 
short. She contemplated turning into the desert. But the fear of
rattlesnakes 
held her back, and the fact the truck was a four-wheeler made that
option kind 
of pointless. She continued sobbing and running, a helpless beautiful
woman 
at the mercy of sadistic men, and no help in sight, anywhere.

Then the ultimate horror. She heard the high screech of rubber on
asphalt as 
the truck suddenly kicked into gear and sped toward her. Black spots 
appeared in Nikki's vision as exhaustion combined with abject terror
and the 
certainty her life was over!

Then she heard the truck begin to pass her. For an instant, barely
more than a 
fraction of a second, she felt she had been spared. 
A burst of hope made her kick up a bit of speed in her desperate run
for life.

But Tank had opened his door.

The truck was only moving at about twenty miles an hour, but when the 
passenger door slammed into Nikki's back she felt she had been hit by
a train. 
Her slender body spun in circles as her breath escaped, and she fell
flat onto 
the hot asphalt, winded and helpless. In pain, fear and exhaustion,
she 
mercifully lost consciousness as the truck's brakes squealed somewhere
in the 
distance.

---

Nikki felt her body being lifted and set down into the bed of the
pickup. Her 
back throbbed horribly; she had not been hit hard enough to do any
serious 
damage, but her fear had heightened the pain and she was still
somewhat 
dazed. Through vision blurred by tears and pain, she saw Baseball Cap 
remove something from the toolkit next to her in the truck's bed.

"Tank," she heard him say. "Pull the plates and vehicle number off
this cunt's 
car and burn the car. She won't be needing it now that she's with us."

Shock registered in Nikki's brain and waked her from her dazed state.
"NOO! 
Please! Not my car!" she tried to scream, though it came out weakly.

"Hey, whaddaya know," said Baseball Cap. "Our little twat's back with
us."

He slapped her beautiful face, stunning her. Flat on the truck bed,
she sobbed 
pitifully.

In a momemt, Tank returned. Nikki heard the clatter of metal on the
truck bed, 
her license plates. In the distance, she heard the crackling of
flames, and 
knew her car and her belongings were afire, including her purse and
driver's 
license. 

A chill ran through her as she realized the enormity of  what that
fire was 
destroying.  Nikki Connors had just ceased to exist, simply vanished
without a 
trace.  Her car would soon be a burned-out shell, giving no clues as
to her 
plight.  Whereever these men where taking her, they could keep her
there as 
long as they wanted.  

And while she was there, they could, and certainly would, do anything
they 
wanted to her.  Nikki realized that unless a miracle happened, she
too, like her 
car, would be a burned-out shell.

Seconds later, she felt both men manhandling her arms, and the
unmistakable 
ripping sound of a roll of duct tape. The men savagely bound her
wrists and 
ankles with the duct tape, while the beautiful woman lay there and
prayed she 
could die.

Then she heard the men board the cab, and the engine roar. The truck
lurched 
into gear, and they were off.

---

Sometime during the ride, Nikki must have drifted off. The mixture of 
emotional turmoil had simply taken its toll on her stamina, and her
body and 
mind had had to rest. But now that was past. She started wide awake,
and 
quickly noticed several things.

It was night. They were in the desert somewhere. A campfire crackled
nearby. 
And she was no longer in the bed of the truck, or bound with tape.

She looked around quickly, and her heart jumped and her eyes went wide
with 
terror as she noticed her captors sitting not three feet away on a
pair of rocks. 
Baseball Cap had a huge knife. And Tank had a gun.

"Welcome back, bitch," jeered Baseball Cap. "Now the fun begins."

The men exploded with laughter as Nikki's shrill, high scream carried
over the 
endless desert.....

THE VIOLATION OF NIKKI

Chapter 2

"Wh-wh-what are you going to do to me?"

Nikki Connors still could not believe what was happening to her as it
was 
happening. Only earlier that day she had been on the outset of her
dream 
vacation, and now she was in the hands of two brutal men who were
certainly 
going to rape her, and who knew what else? 
They had burned her car, and with it her identification, any way of
tracing her. 
She was theirs.

Tears rolled down her lovely face and she began sobbing quietly as she
stared 
at the men in fear and dreaded anticipation.

"We ain't gonna do a thing, baby," said Baseball Cap with a leer,
"just so long 
as you obey each an' every single order we give you. Is that clear
enough for 
you?"

Squeezing her eyelids shut and sobbing loudly, Nikki nodded.

"I can't HEAR you, bitch!"

"Y-YES!" Nikki managed through tears.

"Yes WHAT!"

"Y-y-y-y-es s-s-sir," she said, opening her eyes again, almost in
resignation.

"STAND UP!"

Nikki leapt to her feet.

"Now undress."

"Y-yes sir," she stammered, and began peeling off her shirt.

"SLOWER! Jeezis," said Baseball Cap, sounding annoyed. "We want time
to 
enjoy the show."

In despair, the beautiful woman slowed down her motions, lifting the
sweat-
soiled t-shirt over her head. Her firm A-cup breasts were held by a
demure 
lace bra, and Nikki reached behind her to unclasp the bra. Then,
weeping, she 
dropped the undergarment to the desert floor and stood there topless
for her 
abductors in the moon and firelight. 

The men whooped and applauded, and Nikki's face burned with shame and 
shone with the wetness of her tears. This was only the second time in
her life 
she had been naked before a man. 

The first was an ill-fated college romance. Then, after she had joined
her 
church, she had vowed to stay celibate until marriage. But that was
ending, 
horribly, tonight in the desert, and there was nothing she could do to
prevent it.

"Now the shorts," ordered Baseball Cap.

Slowly, and awash in a new wave of humiliation, Nikki unsnapped the
front of 
her pink shorts and eased them off her tiny waist. They fell with a
light clump 
to the dirt. Baseball Cap made a slight motion with his knife, and the
woman, 
after wiping her face, slipped her fingertips underneath the elastic
of her 
panties and pulled them down.

She was now naked. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover her
bush, and 
then Baseball Cap made a warning motion with his knife, and she
hurriedly 
dropped her hands to her sides. Nikki was naked, on display for the
inspection 
of these men who, for all practical purposes, owned her. Her perfect
body 
gleamed in the firelight, theirs to take.

She wept in her utter humiliation.

"On your hands and knees, cunt!" Baseball Cap ordered, and Nikki
dropped to 
all fours as fast as if she'd been kicked by a mule. "Now crawl over
to Tank."

Slowly, sobbing aloud, the beautiful woman crawled like an obedient
dog over 
to the black man, whose thighs might each have been as big around as
her 
slim waist.

"Now," said Baseball Cap, leaning forward and speaking softly in a
tone that 
carried the threat of horrible punishment, "you're going to give Tank
here the 
best blowjob any bitch ever gave anybody. You're going to be very
careful not 
to bite him, and you're going to swallow every drop of cum when he
shoots into 
your mouth. If you don't do all those things I'm gonna take this knife
and cut off 
your right tit."

Nikki shrieked involuntarily. She had no choice, this she knew. Oh,
this was 
horror, horror. She had never had a man's penis in her mouth; the
thought was 
too revolting! But the men's expressions told her they weren't lying
about the 
torture they'd inflict upon her flawless body, and so she had to
consent. "Y-y-y-
yes sir," she said through sobs, and reached for Tank's zipper.

"Wait," said Tank. She stopped, confused.

"Ask permission, bitch."

For an instant she was confused, then the horror of the situation
solidified. Of 
course, they had to humiliate her time and time again. It wouldn't
end.

"M-m-may I p-please have p-p-perm-m-mission to g-give you a blow..a
blow... 
blowjob, s-s-s-sir?" Nikki managed to ask, as her gorgeous blue eyes
gleamed 
anew in the firelight with fresh tears.

"Well, okay, bitch," said Tank almost jovially, "since you ask SO
nicely."

Fighting grief, fear, and revulsion, Nikki's long, manicured fingers
reached for 
Tank's zipper. Briefly the snap seemed to resist opening, then it came
free, 
and the zipper slid down with ease. In a second, Nikki saw why.

Underneath Tank's boxer shorts, already free through the slit in
front, his 
erection practically towered before her bright, terrified eyes. It was
fully eleven 
inches long, with a thick network of blood vessels running all along
the shaft. 
The head alone seemed nearly the size of a racquetball; thick with
blood, it 
shone smooth as if polished in the light of the crackling fire. 

Nikki couldn't be sure if her fear-numbed mind was playing tricks with
her as it 
seemed the hole of the urethra opened and closed slightly, as if
trying to cry 
out in its perverse desire. The man's cock, gleaming like a mahogany
club, 
seemed like a weapon. A weapon he would wield in her sexual conquest
and 
defeat.

Tank laughed at the shocked expression on Nikki's classic features.
"Well, 
bitch, you asked..." he said with a hint of menace.

Unsure of how to start, Nikki leaned forward nervously, then placed
her pretty 
pink lips against the huge cockhead and kissed it. She kept kissing
for a few 
seconds, then moved her lips down the shaft. Then, swallowing the urge
to be 
sick, she extended her toungue and licked up and down the shaft
slowly, like a 
popsicle. 

Tank's breathing began to get louder; at least he wasn't getting
impatient yet, 
she figured, so she must be starting well. 
Extending her tongue further, she now began licking faster, using the
broad 
flat part of her pink tongue. It brushed against the cockhole and
Nikki tasted 
something slightly salty there. She didn't want to know what it might
be.

Squeezing her eyelids shut in both nervousness and to staunch a new
flow of 
tears, the beautiful naked woman wrapped her soft, virgin lips around
the head 
of her new master's cock.

Tank moaned slightly. With her right hand, Nikki steadied the massive
tool at 
its base while she began moving her head up and down, creating a
sucking 
rhythm and stretching her jaw to its fullest to avoid any contact with
her perfect 
white teeth. Her lips gripped the cockshaft firmly as she sucked, and
the flat 
portion of her tongue brushed rhythmically against the sensitive
underside of 
the head. 

Tank's breathing grew rapid, then moans began to rise in his throat.
Her fearful 
eyes never left his face as she sucked him, wary of any change that
might 
show she'd done something wrong. For five full minutes, her jaw
straining with 
the effort of pleasing her captor, she sucked, sucked, and sucked.
Then it 
happened.

Tank suddenly grabbed her head and, with a fistful of her lovely hair,
pushed 
her face close into his musky crotch. And he came into her mouth.

Nikki had never tasted a man's cum, and it revolted her. Not the
flavor itself, 
which, she was alarmed to find, was not so awful as she'd feared. But
the fact 
that she was being raped, forced into sex, with no way to escape, the
fact that 
she was their plaything, their slave, all these things bore into her
mind with 
despair and terror as stream after stream of hot semen emptied from
Tank's 
balls into Nikki's beautiful, ravished mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" groaned Tank, as Nikki, with a new stream of 
tears flowing in rivers down her high cheeks, swallowed his copious
load. She 
tasted the sperm on her tongue, felt it flow down her esophagus into
her 
stomach. "SWALLOW MY CUM YOU HOT CUNT, AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Tank's grip on Nikki's hair relaxed, and she felt the stream of semen
began to 
slow, then halt. For several moments she held his softening member
between 
her stretched, pink lips, in case there was something more he would
require. 
But finally he pulled her free. 

She gasped to catch her breath, periodically gulping down the stringy 
remnants of jism that still nestled on her tongue and palate, and the
big black 
man gasped above her, and finally caught his breath.

"Think we may have struck gold here, motherfucker," he said to the
other man, 
and laughed. Sweat glistened on Nikki's naked form, although the night
was 
cool. "This cunt is fine as SHIT!" Tank added.

"Okay, cumdrinker," Baseball Cap barked at her, "my turn."

Resigned to her fate, and knowing the longer she played along the
longer she 
might survive her ordeal, Nikki obeyed readily. The fear had not died
down--
she knew it never would--but her instinct of self-preservation took
over. She 
knelt before Baseball Cap and said, "P-please sir, may I have the
p-privilege of 
sucking your cock?"

"Why you certainly may!" Baseball Cap said with a huge smile. Nikki
reached 
for his zipper and opened his pants with slight difficulty, but soon
she had his 
penis out and in front of her gorgeous face. He was smaller than Tank,
but his 
cockhead glowed huge and purple in the firelight. The naked woman
began 
the same kiss/lick/suck action she had tried on Tank, and soon
Baseball Cap 
was yelling out as he neared orgasm.

"AAH! AAH! AAH! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKIN HOT COCKSUCKING BITCH! 
AAAAAH, FUCK!" he cried out, and he shot his load into her mouth. His
cum 
was more bitter than Tank's, but there was less of a load, and with an
effort 
Nikki swallowed the lot in a couple of big gulps.

He pulled his dick from her lips and she wept softly as her captor
regained his 
breath and composure. She felt utterly, totally humiliated and
defeated.

She was wrong. There was more.

Tank stood up, and Nikki noticed with shock and surprise he was erect
again. 
"Stand up," he ordered her. "Yes s-sir," she yelped and leapt to her
feet, 
wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Get into the back of the truck, bitch, and lie down."

"Yessir, I'm going, sir!" She went quickly. In the bed of the truck, a
large 
bedroll had been laid out. 
This was it. She knew now for certain, they were going to fuck her
pussy, fuck 
her the way only a woman's husband should fuck her. And there was 
absolutely nothing she could do about it. 

Crying, she crawled into the truck bed and lay on her back, shivering
in fear 
and the cold of the desert night. Tank crawled on top of her, and she
thought, 
"He'll crush me, he's so big, oh God, please save me..." But only
stars 
gleamed back at her from the sky.

Tank pushed her thighs apart, and Nikki cried out as she felt his huge

cockhead push at her vaginal opening. He had no condom, she quickly 
realized. He would make her pregnant! And what if he had some disease!

Terror upon terror washed over the crying woman as the huge, dark cock

began its violation of her pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIEE! AAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS!" Nikki shrieked! "OH 
GOOOOOD IT'S TOO BIG!" 

But Tank pumped harder, faster, and more and more of his huge tool
pushed 
into her pussy, into her belly. Seven, eight, nine, ten, all eleven
inches! 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGHH!" she screamed. "RAAPE! 
RAAAAAAAPE!"

Her cries only seemed to spur Tank on, and rape it was. He pumped
harder, 
banging her soft, delicate ass against the truck bed. The cock was
fully as big 
around as her wrist, and it plowed into her perfect, model's body with
punishing 
force. 

Nikki thought she felt something tear inside her vagina. She couldn't
tell. Pain 
was her life. Fear was her existence. The fucking continued until she
was too 
worn down even to cry out anymore, then, to her surprise, Tank turned
onto 
his back, pulling her smaller, ravaged body onto his stomach. She lay
there 
panting, his cock still wedged to the hilt inside her belly. 

Tank grabbed her ass cheeks and began pumping again, a slower rhythm,
but 
just as painful. She wept into his massive barrel chest as he raped
her.

Then, she felt the back of the truck lurch somewhat, and in a moment
realized 
the other man had climbed into the back as well. 

Before she could fathom what was about to occur, she felt the other
cock 
press against her tiny, pink, puckered asshole.

"Oh God...OH GOD! NOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Nikki howled like a 
madwoman as the head of Baseball Cap's dick inched its way into her
virgin 
rectum. 

It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! They were both raping her
at the 
same time! And sodomizing her!! It was beyond nightmare! Beyond hell!

With a savage thrust, Baseball Cap plowed into her agonized asshole
like a 
pile driver.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGHH!!" she 
screamed and screamed. "IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRRRRTTSSS!" 

But both men simply increased the force of the savage double
penetration. Her 
face was utterly drenched with tears, her voice reduced to a pathetic
whimper: 
"...hurts...hurts...hurts..."

Suddenly, Nikki felt Tank jerk convulsively underneath her, and
something 
warm filled her cunt. He had come, she knew it. And she knew, without
a 
doubt, that she had just been made pregnant. It was that time in her
cycle; she 
knew it like the back of her hand. She had no fight left in her at all
as the other 
man came deep inside her brutalized, bleeding rectum. 

Spent, the two men lay panting, with the raped, defeated form of Nikki

Conners sandwiched between them. Gradually, with their softening cocks
still 
in her aching, throbbing holes, they fell asleep. Eventually, Nikki
herself fell 
into an exhausted, nightmare-laden slumber as the cum dried between
her 
legs and the tears dried on her lovely face.

Bathed in sweat, gleaming in the dawn sun, the naked body of Nikki
Connors 
lay spread eagled, face down on the desert floor, her wrists and
ankles tied to 
stakes. With her head raised to see what her captors were about, she 
pleaded, begged for release and mercy.

"P-p-please," the beautiful woman begged, "Wh-whatever you're doing, 
please, d-d-don't hurt me. I'll do any-anything. EVERYTHING! Whatever
you 
want! P-please untie me! I'll suck you, I'll"--she said the word with
difficulty--"f-
f-fuck you, all you want...."
Baseball Cap emerged from the back of the truck where he and Tank had 
been rummaging around. She sight of him sent a shock wave of fear
through 
her body. In his hand he held a long strip of thin metal, like a car
antenna, she 
thought. Thin metal wires had been wrapped around it to sturdy it. 

He knelt by her head as she buried her face in the sand and cried. "I
know 
you're gonna do whatever we want. Thing is, we're gonna do whatever WE

want, too. And one of the things we wanna do is listen to a sexy,
tight young 
piece of fuckmeat like yourself scream."

She continued to cry. This was madness, this was hell! "Wh-why!?" she 
pleaded.

The man just smiled. 

"Oh, no," she began to gasp as she felt his coarse hand grip and knead
her 
silky round ass cheeks. "PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! NOOO! DON'T WHIP ME! 
DON'T HURT MMEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sobs racked her 
mercilessly.

"Nice," she heard Baseball Cap say. Then...

The purest, white agony shot through her body as the metal whip lashed
her 
ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Nikki howled. 

And again, the brutal whip came down.

There were a total of ten lashes, but each had such force that the
beautiful, 
pain-wracked woman fainted after the fifth. Shortly after the final
blow, she felt 
herself stirring, her mind and body awhirl with pain. Tank was rubbing
some 
kind of oil onto her ass cheeks, and she felt the bleeding welts where
the whip 
had come down. Oh God, how could they do this to her?

She felt her wrists being freed from the stakes, but the ropes
remained on her. 
Her ankles were then untied, and those ropes were removed. Tank
roughly 
flipped her onto her back, and almost instantly something warm, wet
and 
familiar doused her pretty face.

Baseball Cap had been excited to orgasm by the whipping he'd
inflicted, and 
she'd been flipped to take a full shot of his cum on her perfect face.
She 
thought she might die from the shame. But everywhere, her body was so 
charged with pain she couldn't even weep. It was all she could do to
keep her 
breath.

"You liked that, whore, didn't you?" Baseball Cap said.

She wanted to scream, give into the horror and agony and let her mind
go. But 
she knew she had to obey.

"Y-y-yes sir. Th-thank you, s-s-sir."

Hauling her to her wobbly feet, he then announced, "We're going to our
place, 
a secret little place where me and Tank and some other boys spend
their time 
when they wanna get away from the rat race. It's about three miles
that way, 
through the desert. I think they're gonna like you, baby! They're
gonna like you 
a lot!" And he laughed.

As what he said sank in, Nikki reeled in horror! More men! More rape!
She 
couldn't bear it, she couldn't! Ridding herself of all dignity, she
dove at his feet! 

"NOOO! Please. I CAN'T! Not that! NOT GANG RAPE! PLEASE DON'T LET 
THEM GANG RAPE MEEEEEEE!" Her speech gave way to heavy sobs. 

He leaned down.

"Remember what I said, you obey," and he dragged her on her still
wobbly legs 
to the back of the truck. She couldn't beg anymore; she just cried.

Baseball Cap looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of
stuck 
up cunt who wouldn't give a guy like him the time of day. Well, now
the shoe 
was on the other foot. He smiled broadly as he tied the ropes around
her wrist 
to another rope, then tied that rope to the trailer hitch of the
truck. For an 
instant Nikki looked at what he was doing in confusion, then, when
realization 
set in, she begged, "Oh, no, please. I can't. I can't."

The two men hopped into the cab, and Baseball Cap called out, "It's
only three 
miles. You oughta be able to keep up!" And laughing, the men started
the 
truck.
Of course, she realized, that's why he whipped her then. She could
barely 
stand, let alone run. This was just more cruelty. She cried. Why? Why?

The truck lurched into gear, and the beautiful woman was yanked
forward and 
flew onto her stomach. The truck stopped. Nearly winded, Nikki stood
as best 
she could and the truck started again.

It kept to a slow speed, and she jogged behind it, naked, enslaved,
helpless.

But it would be three miles.

And the hot desert sun was rising.

And at the end of the line....

Nikki tried to block her thoughts as the truck pulled her through the
desert.

 

DEBBIE DOES.......!



Joey looked at the girl wimpering at his feet. She had been such a
tease! 
Living in the apartment down the hall and wearing as little as she did
at the 
pool. He wasn't the only guy in the complex who wanted to see this
snotty bitch 
humiliated! 

He took her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled a
little not 
being able to get her balance with her hands tied at the wrists and
her elbows 
tied together behind her back. He'd invited her to his apartment for a
casual 
drink and proceeded to get her in the mood. They'd had some wild sex,
and 
she'd loved it. But then he'd gotten nasty and brought out the rope.  

With no clothes to speak of, her huge breasts hung on her ribcage,
upthrust 
with huge nipples pointing the the ceiling. The ball gag in her mouth
would 
keep her quiet while he humiliated and tortured her aching body. He
was 
getting another boner just thinking about it! Maybe later he'd invited
some of 
the other guys over to get in on the action. They could all use a sex
slave for 
the weekend. 

He forced her facedown on the couch, ass in the air and slapped her
ass hard 
a couple of times to make it pink. She squirmed and grunted behind the
gag. 
Her asshole winked at him as he pulled the round globes of her ass far
apart 
to the point of almost tearing the thin skin inbetween. He was going
to fuck 
that ass good, he thought, and maybe fill it full of a couple of other
surprises. 
He grinned to himself. First it needed to be cleaned good, he thought,
as he 
absentmindedly grabbed and twisted her ass cheeks and took a swig of
cold 
beer. Ah, what better! A beer enema....  

He slapped her ass again and sat his beer on the coffeetable. He took
another 
short piece of rope and tied her wrist to the leg of the couch pulling
it up and 
over the back, forcing her elbows and wrist further up her back and
her ass 
higher in the air to take some of the pressure off her shoulders. 

He quickly got a large funnel from the kitchen, and after fingering
her wet 
pussy, shoved it into her cunt, in and out to coat it well. He could
hear her 
complaining behind the gag and backhanded her ass hard as punishment.
He 
slipped the plastic funnel out of her steaming cunt and pressed the
nozzle into 
her anus. 
"You better loosen up, bitch, or this is really gonna hurt". He spread
her 
cheeks with his left hand and slowly shoved the nozzle up her rectum.
She 
screamed into the gag and Joey smiled. 

When the widening nozzle was half-way up Debbie's asshole, Joey placed
his 
whole hand over the opening of the funnel and shoved with all his
might. She 
screamed again as the plastic forced itself up her anus a good seven
inches. It 
had hit the turn in her bowels and would go no further with her bent
as she 
was.  

Joey moved the funnel in and out of her stretched bunghole until she
was fairly 
relaxed all the while sliding four fingers into her pussy and
stretching her 
insides. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and reached over and
picked up 
his still cold beer. Bad waste of good beer, but what the hell, he
thought. He 
stood back to look at his handiwork. 

His cock shot out to maximum hardness as he surveyed the bitch with
her legs 
spread, ass in the air, with a large funnel sticking out of her
rectum. He tipped 
the bottle up at the edge of the funnel and laughed meanly as the
cold, fizzy, 
brown liquid poured down the funnel. He poured the whole bottle at
once and 
watched as a small tidal pool of beer slowly drained into her bowels.
She was 
grunting and screaming as she felt the beer sweep up her bowels. Joey 
slapped her ass again, getting off on the slosh of beer inside her
ass. 

"Gee, cunt, how about some more doesn't appear that one was enough to
fill 
you up." Joey quickly retreaved another cold beer from the fridge.
This time he 
pulled out the funnel, and before her sphincter could retract, tipped
up the 
bottle and shoved the opening into her asshole. He shoved harder and 
laughed as her ass was slowly stretched to accomodate the widening of
the 
bottle. 

When the bottle was only half sticking out of her tortured asshole. He
let go 
and enjoyed watching the beer drain into her bowels. She looked like
such a 
cunt, with the emptying bottle stuck in her ass and waving in the air.
He 
couldn't help but laugh. 

"This enough for you, you slut? I guess you won't be teasing around
here 
again anytime soon, huh?"  

By this time Debbie's stomach was painfully hard with the beer filling
her 
bowels and was beginning to cramp up. 
But she still couldn't move from the bent position she was in. Joey
slapped her 
ass again a couple times and left her there with the bottle protruding
from her 
asshole, her ass cheeks massaging it as she squirmed. Joey's big mutt,
Chief, 
came in from the bedroom and walked over to the couch and proceeded to

sniff at her open cunt.  

Debbie Does 2


Debbie's ass was getting cold sticking way up from the couch and her 
intestines were still cramped up with the beer enema Joey had given
her. Her 
arms were starting to hurt stretched out in front of her over her head
and tied 
over the back of the couch.  

Suddenly she felt a wet nose at her spread crotch. Joey's dog was
sniffing at 
her dripping snatch and spread asshole. Joey suddenly walked back in
from 
the kitchen and slapped at the dog. "Don't worry, boy, you'll get your
turn at 
this bitch, but right now I gotta finish her up myself".  

He turned to Debbie, slapping her ass a couple times and kneeding her
round 
asscheeks. "How's that enema coming, Cunt!. I think maybe you need a
little 
more liquid sloshing up your hole". And with that he roughly inserted
the long 
funnel again, shoving it down into her upturned ass as far as he could
go and 
unzipped his pants. 

He could feel all that beer he'd drank earlier just itching to get
out. Debbie 
moaned and twitched her ass as she felt the hot sting of Joey's piss
fill up the 
funnel and run down into her rectum. 

Finishing with a relieved sigh, he reached over and picked up the
objects he'd 
brought back in from the kitchen. His fingers burned from the cold of
the ice 
cube, as he jerked out the funnel and pressed the cold ice cube
against 
Debbie's spasming asshole. 

"You're just a little too hot, Bitch, I think we'll cool you down
some. We've got a 
long way to go yet!"  

He held the ice cube right at Debbie's hole with his thumb and pointer
finger 
and took the palm of his other hand and slammed it into the cold cube,
forcing 
it roughly down into her grasping rectum. 

Debbie jerked as she felt the cold burn through her insides and mix
with the 
slosh of the enema. She struggled to move her ass out of the way of
yet 
another cube but only got a hard slap for her troubles. 

"Here's another for you, cunt! Let's see how many we can get into that
ass of 
yours. Then we'll just wait until they melt and clean you out." 

Joey kept shoving cube after cube down into her anal passage until her
ass 
was full and her stomach hard. Debbie was shivering with the cold
intruders 
shifting around in her hole. Joey sat down and flicked on the TV and
watched 
a couple of shows while waiting for the ice to melt. Debbie kneeled on
her 
knees, ass in the air, shivering terrified of what he had planned
next.


Debbie Does 3


Finally Joey untied her, and carried her, ass in the air to the
bathroom and 
slammed her down on the toilet. "Get rid of all that shit, Bitch. If I
find one little 
piece left I'll make you eat it!" He forced her mouth open and shoved
his hard 
cock in while she shit herself clean. She was one hell of a
cock-sucker, he 
thought, as his balls boiled with cum...

"Drink it all, you whore!", he shouted and shoved it further down her
throat and 
emptied his loaded rod. She started choking but Joey slapped her and
shot the 
rest down her throat.  

He pulled out his limp dick and pulled her roughly up. "Clean yourself
up, cunt 
and hurry up about it. Chief's getting antsy; he can smell cunt a mile
away." He 
shut the bathroom door behind him and waited patiently for her to
finish. 

He walked in a couple minutes later and roughly shoved her down to the
hard 
cold floor with her battered ass pointing toward the sky. He pushed
three 
fingers into her cunt and found it wet, then shoved them into her ass
hole to 
keep it stretched for Chief. That dog loved tight assholes. 

As he continued reaming her ass, he reached up and retrieved a
toothpaste 
tube and a toothbrush from the sink. He pulled his hand out of her
ass, quickly 
rinsed it off and put an big glob of toothpaste on the toothbrush and
brought it 
down to her heated pussy. 

"This will feel good in a few minutes, whore, you'll feel it all the
way to you 
throat!" And saying that, he shoved the toothbrush into her cunt as
far as he 
could without loosing it and starting sawing it in and out of her
ravaged pussy 
hole. 

He twisted it around, coating the inside of her pussy with the
toothpaste which 
very shortly started heating up her hole. She struggled to get away
from the 
burning but couldn't because it was inside her and would continue
until the 
menthol was dissolved.  

He jerked it out of her cunt, put another big glob on it and shoved it
up her 
rectum, loving the way her sphincter grasped at the brush as he pulled
it out 
and shoved it back in twisting it around like he'd done in her pussy. 

Joey pulled it out of Debbie's bunghole and threw it in the trash.
Then he 
pulled her up and dragged a struggling Debbie into the livingroom
where she 
saw Chief sitting by the end of the couch, wagging his tail. 

"Here we are, boy, your own cunt to play with". Debbie started moaning
behind 
the gag as the toothpaste started really burning up her cunt and
asshole. They 
both felt as if they were being stretched open by a fist, as though
she had no 
control over closing them again.  

Debbie's breasts jiggled as Joey pushed her roughly into a straight
back chair. 
The legs and sides of the back were just round posts; made of light
weight 
wood. He grabbed her wrists and tied them with a small rope around her
back 
forcing her tits way out. Just like he liked them, he laughed to
himself. 

He grabbed a couple pieces of thin wire and pinching her nipples hard 
between his fingers, he pulled them up and out from Debbie's chest
like taffy 
and encircled the engorged nipples with the wire and pulled tight
until her 
nipples stayed hard and erect. He tightened it more until they were
almost cut 
off her tit. Debbie screamed behind her gag. 

He layed down the chair on its back and turned her over and arranged
her 
kneeling on the chair back which now rested on the floor. Her chest
rested on 
the front legs of the chair and her tortured nipples and tits hung
down between 
the newels of the chair legs. Joey grabbed the wires attached to her
nipples 
and jerked them forward tying them to the bottom newel of the chair
legs. 


Debbie couldn't move back or forward without pulling the shit out of
her nipples 
and maybe tearing them off her tits. She moaned behind the gag as Joey

grabbed the chair and set it upright. Now her ass was in the air
again, her legs 
spread and sticking straight up in the air and tied to the sides of
the chair back. 
Her chest rested on the seat of the chair and her head hung down off
the edge 
of the chair seat.  

Joey pulled her head up by her hair and motioned the dog over. "Here,
slut, 
suck Chief and get him hot for you! Then if you're real good, we'll
let him dog-
fuck your sleazy asshole; which I'll keep good and stretched while you
suck his 
dick". It took a couple of slaps before Debbie would open her mouth,
but Joey 
positioned the dog so his sheath and balls were right in her face. She
couldn't 
move her head to breathe so it was either suck the dog or asphixiated
herself. 

Joey laughed as her mouth opened and Chief's big slimey dog dick began
to 
slide out of the sheath and into her waiting mouth. He got up while
Chief was 
having his suck and reach for the baseball bat he kept in the hall
closet. 

"Guess this will keep you nice and stretched for Chief's dick, you
whore!". And 
he pressed the large end of the bat to her asshole and pushed downward

slowly with all his strength. 

She screamed with her mouth full of dog-dick as the bat slowly sank
into her 
rectum. Joey was using both hands now and shoved harder when it hit
bottom. 
He laughed again at her screams. 

"Well, you look kinda cute with you legs spread wide up in the air and
a bat 
sticking out of your ass hole". He gave it one more shove. "Yeah,
kinda cute!" 

He called to Chief, who jerked his dick out , leaving slime to drool
out of 
Debbie's mouth. Joey could see he was good and hot. He took the chair
and 
let it fall down to the floor. The action making Debbie scream as her
nipples 
were almost wrenched off with the jolt.  

"Here, Chief, come and fuck this dog-bitch! Maybe if you like it, we
can keep 
her around to satisfy you, huh, boy", Joey laughed. 

Debbie struggled and moaned as Joey spread her ass cheeks and let
Chief 
stick his tongue up her cunt. It was humiliating to Debbie how good it
felt to 
have that long tongue twisting in her cunt. 

Joey pulled the bat out of her ass a little way and shoved it back in
a couple 
times. Then jerked it all the way out. As her asshole stood stretched
to 
mammoth proportions, he motioned to Chief, who without another thought

planted both front paws on her back and shoved his big rod up her
rectum. 

Joey taunted her, as the dog shoved his dick further in her gaping
asshole. 
"This way you have no control over his pump, slut, he can shove it all
in and 
it'll hurt like hell. But, boy it'll be worth it just to see your
teasing ass full of dog 
dick, you cunt!. I bet you don't know what happens when that knot
comes out 
either do you. Since you can't see it I'll give you a blow by blow."
Joey laughed 
again. 

"When that knot, which I hate to tell you is as big as my fist, slut,
gets to your 
hole, Chief's gonna slam it in and you'll be stuck to the fucking dog
until he's 
finished spilling his jizz!" 

God this is great, he thought, That slut tease was gonna be tied to
that chair 
and bred to a dog like a bitch in heat! And since he had a good 1/2
hour on his 
hands, he figured he'd call up a couple buddy's and watch TV for a
while. Then 
they could start with the REAL fun!


Debbie Does 4



As Joey watched Chief pump his dog dick up the rectum of the writhing
girl, he 
got pretty hot. He walked over to the moaning bitch and grabbed her
hair and 
jerked her face up to his hard straining cock. It was waving with
excitement 
waiting for her warm mouth to close around it. 

Without much protest at this point, Debbie's mouth opened wide and
engulfed 
Joey's hot rod. He closed his eyes and stood there enjoying her wet
tongue 
action. 

What a life! he thought. Maybe he really would keep this bitch around
to satisfy 
him and Chief. Of course, she'd have to give up her apartment, but he
knew 
she was between jobs right now so it wouldn't take much to "coerce"
her into 
servitude.  


Joey stiffened as his cock spewed cum into Debbie's mouth and he
pulled it 
out quickly to let the rest hit her in the face. 

"Get it all, cunt", he growled, "or you won't know what hit you". Joey
shoved the 
gag back in her mouth leaving the cum to dry on her face. 

Chief was still pounding into her asshole safe in the knowledge that
this she-
bitch wasn't getting away from him now. His big knob had slammed into
her 
sphincter and lodged in place and he was pumping hard enough to skid
the 
chair on the wood floor and jerk Debbie's wired nipples painfully. She
moaned 
again and again causing Joey to laugh out loud as he picked up the
phone. 

                 ------------------------------ 

The knock on the door jerked him from his reverie as he sat on the
couch, 
drinking a beer and watching Debbie's humiliation in between shots of
the 
basketball game that blared on the TV. He quickly got up, turned down
the 
game and went to answer the door.  

"Hey, Bob, how's it going? Timmy and Jon, glad you could come." 

"Shit, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Timmy replied, "that bitch
was one hell 
of a tease by the pool. 'Bout time someone showed her. Chad will be
over later 
with you know what". Timmy winked. 

Joey laughed, "Well, Chief's showing her now...wanna come see?" 

They all practically ran into the living room and stopped short in
amazement as 
they saw Chief still pumping away shoving his big dog dick up Debbie's

intestines. They all got hard-ons immediately when they spied her big
tits 
swaying and jerking with the dog's thrusts and her nipples stretched
to almost 
an inch and a half from where the wires cut into them. They looked
ready to 
sever from her tits. 

"Damn," they all murmered under their breath.  

"Have at her, boys, the nights still young", Joey smirked. As Joey
went into the 
kitchen, the three guys walked over to Debbie and Bob, with his pants
already 
around his thighs, grabbed Debbie's hair and jerked her head up. 


"Remember me, bitch, how 'bout a little suck here seeing as the dog
has your 
ass filled up right now". 

Debbie's eyes widened with shock and humiliation as she recognized the
three 
men standing around her. They had been among those who lived at the 
complex that she'd had special thrills in teasing. She moaned as Bob
jerked 
the gag out of her mouth and forcing her mouth wide, he shoved all
eight 
inches of his hard rod down her throat making her gag and choke. 

Timmy and Jon knelt down and started rubbing their hands all over
Debbie's 
body, anywhere they could reach. Of course, Chief had her asshole, but
that 
left her pussy wide open, dripping wet they soon found. 

Timmy bent over and reaching under Chief and over her tied legs, he
shoved 
four fingers into her cunt, driving them in hard enough to jerk the
chair a little 
and pull at her aching nipples.  

Jon, meanwhile, was fascinated with her big swaying tits and using
both 
hands, reached between her and Bob and grabbed both tits, squeezing
them 
as hard as he could. Debbie moaned again but no one really heard it
with her 
mouth so stuffed with Bob's dick. Jon took his time, slapping her tits
one at a 
time and watching them wiggle. Her nipples continued to stretch and he

grabbed one of the pieces of wire and pulled even tighter. 

Debbie screamed as her nipple stretched more, tearing the skin and
causing a 
drop of blood to hit the towel Joey had put under her. Getting turned
on even 
more, Jon grabbed the other wire and jerked it hard. "Now you got
matching 
nips, bitch." he laughed meanly. "Hows it going guys?", he looked at
Bob and 
Timmy. 

It didn't take long for Bob to get his rocks off and Jon and Timmy
quickly took 
his place. When they'd finished they shoved the gag back in. Chief was
getting 
finished, too. He slid his dog dick out of her asshole and after
taking his 
tongue and sliding it up her slit and into her cunt a few times, he
walked over 
to the corner and set down on his rug, completely disinterested. 

Debbie's sphincter was still spasming. Joey, who had been watching
with 
interest from the couch and slowly handling his rod, got up and
reached for the 
broom he had brought from the kitchen.  


"You guys finished for now?" he asked them. And getting amused smirks 
proceeded to take the plastic handled broom and ram it into Debbie's
quickly 
shrinking asshole. 

She screamed behind the gag as the end of the broom was shoved up into
her 
rectum a good eight inches. 

"Shut up, slut!," Joey growled, and he slapped the hell out of her ass
cheeks. 
"It's time you earned your keep!". 

He quickly untied her and gave her a few minutes to get all the
feeling back. 
He untied the wires on her nipples from the chair but left them tied
around her 
now blueing nipples. "I need the kitchen and livingroom floors swept,
cunt, and 
it better be done right the first time!" 

The guys sat and talked and watched as Debbie, her body aching,
waddled 
slowly, into the kitchen with the broom handle stuck way up her
butthole 
sweeping a wide swathe as she walked back and forth over the kitchen
floor.


Debbie Does 5


After about 20 minutes of watching Debbie walk back and forth in front
of them 
with the broom handle shoved up her ass, sweeping the floor, it didn't
take 
long for all four guys to get in the mood again. The TV still gave out

intermittant cheering from the basketball game and the guys had just
all 
finished their second beer and were ready for more. 

"Come here, cunt" Joey called to her. Debbie waddled over to the couch
where 
Joey sat, the broom sweeping a zig-zag trail behind her as it probed
her 
aching asshole making large circular movements inside her intestines.


"Bend over, bitch" 

Debbie obediently bent at the waist, her ass facing the guys on the
couch. 
Joey grabbed the long plastic handle of the broom and forced it even
farther 
up her rectum, eliciting a ragged grunt from the tortured girl. 

"Nice ass. Looks like we can put just about anything up that wide ass.
What do 
you think guys?" Joey looked at the others who sat with smirks on
their faces. 
"Yeh," Timmy said, "I think we could figure out a few ways to keep
that ass 
full". And he got up, draped one leg over the broom handle so that he
was 
straddling it and brought his knees together so that he was holding
the handle. 

He grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed them together while he forced
the 
handle again further up Debbie's upturned ass. Debbie moaned and Joey 
slapped her as he grabbed for the hanging pieces of wire that cut her
nipples 
from her tit flesh. 

"Nice long nipples, bitch, I think I'd like to have 'em stay that
way". Saying that, 
he got up and went over to desk that sat against the wall. From the
top drawer 
he drew out a hypodermic needle and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

"This oughta keep 'em up for a long time, cunt!" Debbie saw what he
carried 
and squirmed trying to get out of Timmy's hand's, but between his
hands 
holding her hips and the broom handle impaling her ass, she could
hardly 
move.  

"Bend her over the coffee table, Timmy," Joey said. 

The others gathered around eagerly as they watched Joey take the
needle and 
fill it full of liquid. 

"A friend of mine got me this from the hospital where she works. I
think it just 
might do the trick", he laughed meanly and told Timmy to tie each wire
to 
opposite legs of the coffee table. 

Debbie knelt bent over, her ass still full of broom handle and her
tits stretched 
out to either side of the long table. 

Her nipples were stretched to grotesque lengths, to literally two
inches long 
and held there. Joey took the needle and placed it right at the tip of
her left 
nipple. 

"Watch this needle go right into the nipple, cunt. It'll fill that
nipple full of a 
stiffening liquid that will be semi- permanant. Those nipples will be
stretched 
out from now on unless I decide to shoot 'em full of the antidote. I
think we'll be 
able to find a lot to do those fuckin' knobs!" 



The guys all took collective breaths as Joey forced the long needle
roughly 
directly into Debbie's left elongated nipple and quickly shot the
nipple full of 
serum. Debbie screamed behind the gag as the liquid poured into her
nipple 
and stiffened it up. Then Joey quickly injected the right nipple with
the same. 

"There, cunt, enjoy. In fact I think I'd like them a little longer,"
and pushed her 
shoulders up, almost tearing the nipples off as they watched both
nipple 
harden into long bullet shapes.  

"That'll do it guys", and he quickly cut the wires. Debbie screamed as
the blood 
rushed back into her elongated nipples, turning them from blue to
throbbing 
red. 

Joey straightened her up and everyone got instant hard ons looking at
those 3 
inch long nipples sticking straight out from her tits. And what
glorious tits! 
Maybe those huge tits could benefit from the same. Joey figured he
could save 
that for another time when they could all get together and enjoy her.




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From zitterow@pacbell.net Thu Feb 20 16:27:13 1997

TALES OF TERROR IV





TEACHER "DARLING"..........PAGE....1

THE ZOO.................PAGE...65

WHITE SLAVE..............PAGE...95

THE TWISTED PATH............PAGE...112

















TEACHER "DARLING" PART I


"Look out!"

Stevie Seward's shouted warning came too late. It was all the young
school 
teacher could do to throw up her arms for protection as the
dark-haired girl 
rounded the corner and collided with her at a dead run. The blonde
woman 
was spun around; she instinctively grabbed onto the running girl and
the two of 
them went down in a tangle of arms and legs.

Winded, Stevie shook her shoulder-length blonde hair out of her eyes
and 
looked over at the girl who had just run into her.

"Sheila?"

She knew the girl. It was Sheila Blair, one of her students from the
local high 
school where she taught english and history.

"Miss Seward," the teenager gasped, trying to disentangle herself from
her 
teacher. "Help me. They're..."

"Just a moment." Stevie pulled her leg free and pushed the girl away.
"What's 
going on?" she asked, climbing to her feet.

"Please... you have to help me..."

The blonde woman looked at the teenager. Sheila was a slender girl,
with long 
legs and a small chest. She wore her dark hair short, almost in a
boy's style. 
Her fine-boned face and large, brown eyes dispelled, however, any hint
of 
tomboyishness. The girl was beautiful. And, Stevie thought, frowning
slightly, 
she knew it.

Sheila hadn't exactly been one of her favourite students. In fact, the
dark-
haired girl had been a pain in the butt all year. Her father was one
of the 
richest men in the state, and, as far as Stevie could tell, the girl
had been 
spoiled beyond redemption. She had been nothing but trouble all year.
Many of 
the other teachers just shrugged it off, but Stevie, new at the
school, had been 
determined to teach the girl.  


The school year had been one long series of detentions, unexplained 
absences and snide comments at the end of which Sheila graduated over
the 
objections of, and the near-failing grade from, of her english
teacher. 
In fact, Stevie had originally intended to fail the girl - Sheila had
done little or 
no work in her class all year - but in the end her husband, Donald,
had talked 
her into cutting her losses and giving the girl a pass.

Only barely, though. If Donald hadn't been so insistent...

Still, despite her dislike for the girl, Stevie felt obligated to find
out what was 
wrong and help if she could. She was, after all, still an adult and
still a teacher, 
and the poor girl was obviously frightened to the point of panic.

"What's happening?" she asked assertively, putting her hand on the
girl's 
shoulder. "What's wrong."

Sheila tried to answer, but she was almost incoherent with panic.
"They... 
they..." Sheila looked back and squeal in fright. "Come on," she
cried, 
grabbing the older woman by the arm. "They'll see us."

Stevie looked back over her shoulder as she allowed her ex- student to
pull 
her along. Two men had just appeared on the street from the direction
Sheila 
had been running. They didn't appear threatening, but... The school
teacher 
felt a flutter of panic in her stomach; one of the men had pointed at
Sheila, and 
the two of them had started walking in their direction.

Stevie turned and increased her speed, catching up to the teenager.
Within 
two blocks, she was panting with the effort of keeping up with the
younger girl. 
Despite the fact that she took pains to keep herself in pretty good
shape, she 
was still in her thirties. Soon, the younger girl began to pull away.
Gasping for 
air, Stevie fought to keep up.

Stevie and Sheila rounded a corner, momentarily out of sight of the
two men. 
"In there!" Sheila pointed at the entrance to an alley, about thirty
yards distant. 
"We can hide." Stevie, too out of breath to answer, simply nodded; the
two 
women quickly covered the distance and ducked inside the alley.

Once out of sight of the street, they ran about twenty yards and then
stopped. 
The two of them leaned against the brick walls that enclosed the alley
on 
either side, breathing heavily. 

Stevie watched the teenager as she slowly regained her breath. The
dark- 
haired girl seemed terrified; her eyes were wide with fear and she
kept 
glancing at the entrance to the alley while slowly backing away.
"Sheila," the 
blonde teacher asked, lungs still heaving, "What happened back there?
Why 
were those men..."

A man stepped out from behind a garbage bin and slipped an arm around
the 
teenager's throat. Sheila brought up her hands to struggle, but fell
limp as she 
felt the cool edge of a knife blade against the underside of her chin.

Stevie fell silent. She turned to run...

"Don't." The man twitched the knife, making a small cut on Sheila's
exposed 
neck. Stevie stood, transfixed as a trickle of blood drew a thin,
irregular line 
across the whimpering girl's pale skin.

"W-what do you..."

The man ignored her. He looked down the alley, back the way the two
women 
had ran, and gave a small nod. Almost immediately, a black van turned
in from 
the street and rolled slowly towards them. Stevie looked the other way
down 
the alley and briefly considered running, but held back, frozen in
place by the 
explicit threat of the knife at Sheila's throat.

The van drew closer.

The back windows of the van were completely blocked out, so Stevie had
no 
idea where they were when the engine was finally shut down. The long
ride 
(she didn't know how long; they had taken her watch) had passed in a
tense, 
uncomfortable silence: 

Sheila had been crying and sobbing at first, but one of the men had
growled at 
her to "shut the fuck up" and the frightened teenager had obeyed.
 
Two of the men sat in the back with Stevie and Sheila while the third
drove. 
Sheila's wrists had been handcuffed to a bar on the roof of the van,
forcing her 
to keep her slender arms raised above her head. There had been no 
handcuffs for Stevie, and the blonde teacher had been roughly secured 
against the wall of the van across from Sheila with a length of greasy
rope the 
men had found lying on the floor of the van.

There had been talk about blindfolding her, but one of the men -  a
young, 
muscular guy the others called "Jimmy"; evidently the leader - had
noted that it 
was too late for that.

Stevie had already seen their faces.

Now, finally, the van seemed to have reached its destination.

Without talking, the men unfastened the schoolgirl and the teacher and
pulled 
them from the van. Sheila was crying again; Stevie wanted to comfort
her, but 
was too frightened to say anything. Instead, she looked about,
catching a quick 
glimpse of a darkened garage before she was pushed through a door and
into 
a short hallway. The two prisoners were led down the hall, around a
corner and 
taken into a lit room.

"Two?" came a woman's voice from inside the room. "Where did the
blonde 
slut come from?"

Terrified, Stevie shook her hair out of her eyes and looked at the
speaker. It 
was a tall, red-haired woman; quite severe looking, dressed in a
tight, leather 
skirt and dark green blouse and what must have been six inch heels.
She 
appeared to be in her forties, although her slender body was that of a
much 
younger woman.

"They were together, Angela" one of the men, the one named Jimmy, 
explained apologetically. "And the blonde saw our faces. We had to
take them 
both." The man seemed to be deferring to the red- haired woman -
Angela. 
She must, Stevie realized, be the leader. The blonde school teacher
felt a 
fresh wave of fear. The woman looked so...

"Well, well..." Smiling evilly, the woman walked slowly forward until
she stood 
directly in front of the frightened teacher. "So you stuck your pretty
little nose in 
where it didn't belong?"

Stevie gathered up the tattered shreds of her courage. "W- what do you

want?"

Smirking, the woman brought her hand up and ran a long, bright red
finger-nail 
down the side of Stevie's cheek. Stevie trembled, but didn't dare pull
away; 
she was too frightened. And one of the men stood directly behind her,
holding 
her arms. 
Then, not answering the question, the red-haired woman turned and
walked 
over to where the trembling Sheila was being held by one of the men.
The girl 
was still crying. "Leave me alone," she whimpered, squirming in her
captor's 
grip. "When my dad finds out about..."

"When your father finds out about this," the red-haired woman
interrupted, 
"he'll agree to pay a lot of money for your safe return."

Sheila started to struggle. "Let me go, you bitch!"
The red haired woman brought her hand around and gave the teenager a
hard 
slap across the face. Sheila stopped struggling and looked stunned as
a bright 
red mark slowly blossomed on her cheek.

"Leave her alone," Stevie cried, angry to see one of her students
struck.

The woman turned and looked back at the school teacher, a strange 
expression on her face. Then she looked back at the man who was
holding the 
stunned teenager. "Take little Sheila here into the 'guest' room," she
ordered, 
"while I decide what to do with this blonde cunt that followed you
home."

The man nodded and dragged the crying, struggling teenager out the
door. 
"Mrs. Seward..." The door slammed shut.

Stevie struggled in the grip of the man who was holding her, but it
was no use. 
She could do nothing but watch as the red haired woman slowly
approached.

"Now," the woman said, again standing directly in front of her
prisoner. "What 
are we going to do with you?"

"Please," Stevie begged, "just let us go. I promise we won't say
anything. We 
won't..."

"Shut up!" Angrily, the woman reached over and pinched one of Stevie's

nipples through her blouse with her long finger- nails, sending a wave
of pain 
through the blonde teacher.

"Bitch!" Stevie screamed in fury, her anger momentarily overcoming her
fear.

"That's the second time I've been called that tonight," Angela
growled. "Not too 
bright, are you?"

She turned away.

Stevie's anger fled, and she began to tremble as the red- haired woman

walked across the room to a low counter where she picked up a knife.
"No," 
the school teacher whimpered, cowering back into her captor's arms,
"Don't..."

"Oh, don't worry dear," the woman sneered as she approached. "This
isn't for 
you." She slipped the blade of the knife under the waist of Stevie's 
conservative grey skirt and sliced upward. "It's for your clothes."
The redhead 
finished cutting through the struggling woman's skirt and tore it
away. "Nice 
ass," she commented, running her hand down the side of Stevie's thigh.


She looked up at the man who had been in charge of the kidnapping.
"Maybe 
this accident wasn't such a bad thing after all, Jimmy. We can't touch
little 
miss rich bitch, but we can have fun with this one." Jimmy just
grunted, looking 
sceptical. Angela shrugged. She turned her attention back to Stevie,
who 
stood shivering in her panties and blouse. "Time to pay," she
announced. 
"That's five strokes for speaking out of turn a few minutes ago and
another five 
for calling me a bitch."

"No." Stevie watched, wide-eyed as the other woman walked over to the 
counter, put down the knife and picked up a long, supple cane. It made
a 
wicked swishing sound as the redhead swung it through the air.

"This ought to do the trick."

"No. Please..." She struggled wildly, but to no avail as the man
pulled her 
across the room and pushed her over the back of a padded couch that
stood 
about waist height. He grabbed her wrists and pulled downward, forcing
her to 
bend down over the couch.

"No... don't, I'll... [THWACK!] AHHHHH!!!!" The first blow cut like
liquid fire, 
sending a sharp wave of unbearable agony through her body. "No... no,
you 
bitch! Stop..."

THWACK!

Her cries were cut off by another blow with the cane.

"That's five more," Angela called out from behind her. "You must
really like it."

The third stroke; then the forth... She jerked and spasmed like a
gaffed fish, 
her slender body breaking out in a cold sweat as she struggled to free
or 
protect herself. It was no use; the man seemed to be having no
difficulty 
keeping hold of her wrists.

THWACK!

"Five... six... seven..."

Stevie's shrieks became incoherent, the mad screams of an animal in 
torment...

THWACK!

"Eight... nine... ten..."

Finally, the fifteenth stroke. The man released her wrists and she
fell, sobbing 
to the floor. Stevie moaned as she rolled onto her stomach, using her
hands to 
sooth her reddened rear as best she could. While she lay there, Angela
sent 
the man out of the room to check on "the rich bitch". Then she turned
back to 
Stevie.

"Are you ready to obey?" Angela tapped her shoulder with the cane.

Stevie looked up at her tormentors from behind a curtain of blonde
hair. 
Gulping for air, she chocked back another protest. "Yes," she
whispered.

"Get up."

Still sobbing, the school teacher pushed herself to her knees and then
stood 
up, doing her best to cover her crotch with her hands.

"From now on," Angela ordered, smiling nastily, " you refer to me as
'mistress'. 
Got it?"

"Yes m-mistress," Stevie sobbed, almost choking on the word.

"And Jimmy here is 'Mister Jimmy'." The man snorted, but didn't say
anything. 
"Greet him."

"H-hello, Mister Jimmy," Stevie whispered.
"Take off your blouse."

Stevie burned with embarrassment, but knew better than to resist.
Anything, 
even the humiliation of being forced to strip in front of her captors,
was better 
than experiencing the cane again. Fingers trembling, she reached up
and 
undid the top button of the blouse. 

She kept her eyes turned downward, but she knew that Jimmy was
watching 
closely. She undid the next button and the next... Finally, the blouse
was 
undone and hung open. Shivering, still looking down, she pulled the
blouse 
back and let it slip down off her shoulders and onto the floor.

"Not bad."

Stevie flushed red with humiliation. She hung her head, as if to
protect her 
face behind a curtain of blonde hair.
Angela strode over and gripped her chin, tilting her face upwards.
"Look at me 
when I speak to you," the redhead ordered. "And when I give you an
order, you 
say 'yes mistress'. Got it?"

Sniffling, Stevie nodded.

Angela frowned. "That's one stroke. Try again."

The blonde woman panicked for a moment at the thought of another blow
from 
the cane, but then quickly answered: "Yes mistress."

"Good." Angela released her captive's face and stepped backwards.
"We'll 
save the stroke for later. Maybe I'll even let it go... if you
behave."

Stevie hated the wave of gratitude that swept over her at the comment,
but 
she couldn't help herself. The thought - the pain - of being struck
again with 
the cane was too much to bear. "Thank you mistress," she whispered.

Angela smiled. "Now," she ordered, half sitting on the arm of the
couch, "Take 
off your bra."

"Y-yes mistress." Stevie's lips trembled as she reached up to unclip
the bra. 
She longed to look downward, to hide her face, but she didn't dare. As
slowly 
as she could, she unfastened the undergarment and let it slip off her 
shoulders. It joined her blouse on the floor.
"Fuck," Jimmy growled, "Look at those tits."

Stevie shivered, but kept her eyes on Angela as ordered. She had
always 
been proud of her breasts: large and full, but not the least bit
saggy. Don was 
always going on about them too, wanting to kiss and touch them. 

Now, however, she felt ashamed; she longed to bring her hands up to
cover 
them from Jimmy's gaze, but...

"Oh, they're darling, aren't they," Angela agreed. Then she smiled.
"So good, 
in fact, that's going to be your name during your stay here. From now
on, your 
name is 'Darling'. After your tits. Understand?"

Mortified, Stevie could only nod.

Angela brought cane down against the back of the couch with a loud
crack. 
"That's twice now," the redhead exclaimed angrily. "Do you *like*
getting 
caned?"

"Yes... no mistress," Stevie answered, panicking. "I m- mean... yes,
mistress, 
my name is 'D-Darling', mistress, after my tits; no mistress, I don't
like being... 
c-caned, I didn't mean to..."

"Quiet!" Angela punctuated the order by again slapping the cane
against the 
back of the couch. "Bend over. Grab your ankles."

Stevie burst into tears. "Oh no, m-mistress... please..."

"Bend down and grab your ankles," Angela repeated. "You've got three 
strokes coming to you now. If Jimmy has to hold you, it'll be six."
Instantly, 
Stevie bent over, sliding her hands down her legs and grasping her
ankles. 
The position pulled her panties tight and thrust her almost-naked ass
up in the 
air, but that couldn't be helped. She couldn't take six more strokes.

"Now," Angela snapped, tapping the cane lightly across Stevie's
quivering ass, 
"You've got three strokes coming. Two of them for not properly
acknowledging 
an order and one for hesitating to carry out an order. Do you
understand?"

"Yes mistress."


"I'm giving you a choice," Angela continued. "If you beg to be
punished, and 
thank me for each stroke, I'll keep it down to the three you've
earned. If not, I'll 
have Jimmy hold you down and you'll get six." The redhead reached out
and 
caressed her captive's already burning ass. "What'll it be?"

Stevie moaned and gasped as her rear end was fondled by the other
woman. 
She had no options; there was only one thing she could do, but she
just 
couldn't force herself to speak the words, to *beg* to be caned. She
tried, but 
her voice caught in her throat.

"Well?"

Stevie swallowed and forced herself to speak. "Please mistress," she 
whispered. "Please punish me l-like this."

"What's your name?"

"'Darling', mistress," Stevie answered without hesitation. "My name is
'Darling'. 
After my tits."

"And has 'Darling' been bad?"
"Yes mistress," Stevie moaned, humiliated beyond belief, but still
willing to do 
or say anything to avoid, or at least shorten, a caning. "I've been
bad. Please 
punish me. Please punish 'Darling'."

"And you want to be caned?"

"Yes mistress," Stevie sobbed. "Please cane me."

"As you wish." Angela stepped back. "And don't forget to thank me
after every 
stroke."

"Yes mistress." Stevie squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see what
was 
happening, but she couldn't stay that way. The agony of expectation
forced her 
to open them again, and stare upwards past her hanging tits and bare
legs to 
where the red- haired woman stood, her arm extended back. She watched,

paralysed with terror as the cane came lashing down [THWACK!] on her
rear 
end, sending a wave of pain through her body. Stevie gasped at the
blow and 
then screamed as the agony surged through her body, jerking and
twitching in 
agony, but staying in position with her hands clutched tightly around
her 
ankles.
"Say 'thank you'," Angela growled.

"Thank you," Stevie cried.

"Mistress."

"M-mistress."

"That one didn't count." Angela brought her arm back for another blow.
"Get it 
right this time."

THWACK!

Stevie lurched forward, screeching in agony, but somehow managed to
retain 
her position without falling over. "Thank you mistress," she cried,
almost 
yelling in agony.

"Good girl." Angela brought the cane down again.

THWACK!

It was too much for Stevie. Letting out a high-pitched squeal, she
toppled over 
onto her hands and knees, tears streaming down her face.

"Back in position," Angela screamed. "Back up or I'll whip the shit
out of you 
right there."

Stevie let out a wail of fear and pain as she scrambled back up to her
feet, 
bent over and grasped her ankles, her ass burning with agony.

"You forgot something," Jimmy called over helpfully.

Stevie knew immediately. "Thank you mistress."

Angela sneered. "That last one shouldn't count, but if you beg me real
nicely 
for the final stroke, I'll only give you one more."

"P-please," Stevie moaned, "please hit me."

"Not good enough," the redhead answered. "*Beg* for it."

"Oh, please..." All pride forgotten, Stevie whimpered and snivelled to
be 
beaten. "Please beat me... I've been bad. Please hit me mistress."

Angela laughed and brought the cane down hard onto her captive's
upthrust 
ass. The blonde woman screamed in agony, but held her position. 

"Thank you mistress," she called out. 

Angela laughed again. She reached out and gave her captive a hard push
on 
the ass, causing her to fall to her knees. From her position on the
floor, Stevie 
looked up at the redhead through tear-filled eyes. Her body shuddered
with the 
pain of the recent caning, and nothing mattered - nothing at all -
other than 
somehow avoiding more such pain. Shivering and broken, she awaited
orders.

They weren't long in coming.

"Well?" Angela smirked. "Is 'Darling' ready to obey?"

"Y-yes mistress," Stevie coughed out. "I'm ready t-to obey."

"Who?"

The blonde teacher went blank for a moment, but then spoke. "Darling,"
she 
answered, her voice trembling with humiliation. "Darling is ready to
obey."

"Good girl," the redhead sneered. "Then roll over onto your back.
Now."

Chocking back a sob, Stevie obeyed. Angela walked slowly forward until
she 
stood with one leg on each side of Stevie's body. The redhead pulled
her skirt 
up until her crotch was exposed; she wasn't wearing any panties. "Like
the 
view?" she asked.

"Y-yes mistress."

"Do you like my cunt?"

Stevie's lower lip trembled. "Yes mistress," she answered, burning
with 
embarrassment, "Darling likes your c... cunt."

Angela sneered. "Bet you'd like to taste it, wouldn't you?"

Stevie's eyes widened. "P-please... mistress," the blonde woman
stammered. 
"I..."

Angela stepped away. "On your feet. Bend over and grab your ankles.
That's 
two strokes."
Stevie scrambled to her feet. "I'm s-sorry mistress," she sobbed.
"Please 
don't..."

"Now!"

"Please, no, I..."

"Four strokes."

Sobbing, Stevie bent over and grabbed her ankles. Angela walked
forward and 
touched the cane to the sobbing girl's already red ass. "Same as
before," the 
woman said. "Beg to be punished and thank me after every stroke, and
I'll 
keep it down to four. If not, it'll be eight. Understand?"

"Yes mistress." Stevie braced herself. "P-please beat me mistress,"
she 
whined.

The redhead obliged her.

THWACK!

"Th-thank you, mistress," Stevie sobbed, her ass burning. "P- please
hit me 
again."

THWACK!

The process continued through four more strokes. Stevie fell over
after the 
last, but didn't forget to thank her mistress. Angela stepped backward
and 
sneered down at the crying blonde. She looked over at Jimmy, who had
taken 
a seat and was watching the proceedings.

"As I said before," Angela noted, "maybe it's not such a bad thing
having this 
bitch along. It'll help relieve boredom." Again, Jimmy just grunted,
looking 
doubtful. Angela smiled. "Maybe this'll change your mind." The redhead

reached down and grabbed a handful of Stevie's blonde hair. 

"Listen, Darling," she said, forcing the other woman to raise her
tear-stained 
face, "Jimmy here isn't convinced we should keep you. You're going to
change 
his mind."

"M-mistress?" The blonde woman looked confused.

Angela sighed. "We've kidnapped the rich bitch in the other room.
You're here 
by accident. You're not worth anything to us. You've seen our faces.
That's 
dangerous to us. We know what her ransom is, and who's going to pay
it, but 
not yours. So as it stands, there's nothing in it for us. Do you
understand?"

Stevie sniffled, looking blank.

Angela sighed. "Jimmy doesn't like loose ends," she said
threateningly. "He 
cuts them off." She leaned forward so that her face was inches from
Stevie's. 
"And you're a loose end. Unless you become valuable pretty quickly..."

"Oh..."

Understanding dawned on Stevie's pretty face. Understanding followed
by new 
fear. "That's right," Angela whispered. "Be afraid." Then,
unexpectedly: "Kiss 
me." The redhead pulled her prisoner's face up against her own,
parting her 
lips in an aggressive kiss. Stevie gasped and tensed her body, but
didn't pull 
away or resist; she just parted her own lips and accepted the kiss.

After a few seconds, Angela broke away and stood up. "Not a lezzie?"
She 
shook her head and sneered. "Well, we can change that. But for now,
I'm not 
the person you have to convince." She gestured over to where Jimmy sat

watching. "He is. Now, you're going to hustle your fat ass over there
and give 
him the best blow job he's ever had. Understand?"

Stevie looked up at the redhead from where she lay, crouched on the
floor, 
eyes wide and frightened behind a curtain of curly blond hair. Her ass
was 
burning from the cane and her lips were still tingling from the long,
terrible kiss 
she'd been forced to endure. Things were moving too quickly and she
was 
having trouble keeping up. What did this woman mean? Blow job? She
didn't...

"Move it!" Angela punctuated the order with a quick slap of the cane
against 
the blonde woman's thigh. Stevie let out a panicked squeal and
scrambled 
across the room on her hands and knees towards Jimmy. She paused 
uncertainly when she reached his feet. 
The man looked down on her, a tiny smile on his face, not saying or
doing 
anything.

THWACK!

Angela brought the cane down again on Stevie's ass. "Well," the
redhead 
taunted. "What kind of a slut are you? You like to suck cock, don't
you?"

Stevie looked up at the tall redhead who towered over her. She wanted
to tell 
the woman that she wasn't a slut; that she had only ever sucked a
penis twice 
before in her life, once for a boyfriend in highschool and once again
for her 
husband; and that she'd hated it both times. That's what she wanted to
say. 
But the cane... "Y- yes, mistress," she answered. "I... Darling loves
to suck... c- 
cock." The blonde teacher dropped her eyes, humiliated.

"Then get to it," Angela ordered.

Stevie hesitated briefly, but the threat of the cane was too much for
her. She 
pushed herself up on all fours and positioned her head over Jimmy's
lap. 
Hands trembling, she reached over, undid the zipper of Jimmy's worn
jeans, 
and pulled his half-hard cock from his pants. 

Her stomach turned with disgust as she forced herself to part her lips
and 
touch the tip of it with her tongue. The smell and taste revolted her,
but she 
kept at it, sliding her pink tongue up and down along the outside of
his cock as 
it slowly became harder and harder. Finally, when it was wet and shiny
with her 
saliva, she closed her eyes, slid her wet lips over the now enormous
cock 
head and sucked it into her mouth.

THWACK!

"Ahhhhhh..."

Writhing with the unexpected agony of the surprise blow of the cane
against 
her already aching ass, Stevie pulled her mouth of Jimmy's cock and
let out a 
cry of pain.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"N-no, mistress," Stevie sniffled, tears running down her face.

"You *do* [THWACK!] want to suck Jimmy's *cock* [THWACK!], don't you?"

Angela asked, maliciously punctuating her words with sharp blows of
the cane.

"Yes, yes... I do," the blonde woman answered, whining at the pain,
"Darling 
wants to suck cock. P-please let Darling suck Mr. Jimmy's cock."

"Well... if you really want to," Angela sneered. "But just to make
sure that you 
do a good job, I'm going to whip your ass until you've sucked him dry.
So suck 
like you mean it."

"Yes mistress." Sobbing, Stevie dropped her face and resumed running
her 
tongue over the swollen head of Jimmy's massive cock. She had just
opened 
her mouth to suck it in when Angela brought the cane down on her
exposed 
ass.

THWACK!

Again she let out a scream, freezing in position with her open mouth
poised 
over the man's cock. For the first time since she'd knelt in front of
him, Jimmy 
spoke: "Suck it, you little cunt!" He reached over, put a hand behind
her head 
and pushed her mouth down on his enormous cock. Stevie gagged, raising

her hand to grab at the base of his cock to try to stop it from
penetrating too 
far. Jimmy ignored her efforts, increasing the pressure on the back of
her 
head. His cock now filled her mouth, all the way to the entrance to
her throat...

THWACK!

"Mmmmmmm...."

Stevie let out a loud moan, bucking and heaving with her face impaled
on 
Jimmy's rigid cock. As her throat opened to scream, Jimmy gave a
sudden 
push, sliding the head of his cock into her throat. The blonde woman
gagged, 
jerking and squealing in fear as the man's cock slowly filled her
throat. He held 
it there for a few moments and then slowly slid it free, first of her
throat and 
then of her mouth. Stevie gasped, her lungs heaving for air as a thin
line of 
spittle slid over her lips and down to the cock she'd recently been
sucking.

"Take a good look," Angela laughed as her partner forced the blonde
woman 
to stare down at his glistening cock. "That cock's gonna be wearing
you like a 
glove." Stevie sniffled, and then let out a cry as the redhead brought
the cane 
down on her already burning ass.
She tried to drop her head to the cock, but Jimmy held her away with a
fistful 
of hair. Angela brought the crop down again; she'd fallen into a
steady rhythm, 
a pace Stevie knew she'd keep up until Jimmy came. 

"P-please," she half whimpered, half screamed, running her hand up and
down 
the rigid cock and trying to lower her face.

"Beg for it," Jimmy told her.

"P-please, M-mister Jimmy," Stevie sobbed, working the cock as best
she 
could with her hand. "Please let me... let Darling suck your c-cock...
p-
please..." 

She babbled, almost incoherent with pain as the redhead rained blow
after 
blow down on her ass, for what seemed like hours. Finally, he pulled
her face 
down onto his cock. Another blow landed, and she screamed with pain
around 
his cock, her entire body trembling with pain. Sweat broke out on her
body as 
Jimmy forced inch after inch of his massive cock past her trembling
lips and 
down her throat. 

Eventually, her face was all but buried in his crotch, her lips
sucking tight 
around the base of his cock-shaft. He held the position for a few
moments and 
then pulled back, allowing her to draw air into her heaving lungs.
Then he 
pulled down again...

THWACK!

That pattern repeated itself over and over again as Angela continued
to beat 
her ass and, occasionally, her upper legs. Stevie's entire body
throbbed with 
pain as she worked slavishly at the cock. She ran her tongue along the

underside of Jimmy's cock- shaft, sucking at is as hard as she could
as his 
massive cock head slid back and forth through her spasming throat,
plunging 
deeper with every painful stroke. 

She was screaming continuously now, sobbing, crying, begging, whining,

pleading... anything at all to stop the pain.

Then, a new sensation. The caning had stopped momentarily, and the
blonde 
teacher felt a hand at the entrance to her pussy; fingers sliding over
her clit 
and then slipping inside...

"Mmmmm..."

In her shock, she'd stopped her work on Jimmy's cock. The man had 
responded by reaching down and roughly squeezing her breasts. "Get
back to 
work, cunt."

Moaning, Stevie began to suck again.

THWACK!

The caning began again with a series of hard blows, although Angela
kept her 
hand on the captive woman's pussy, fondling... teasing... squeezing...

Stevie sobbed and moaned, using one hand to slide up and down Jimmy's 
cockshaft in tandem with her mouth while using the other to brace
herself on 
his thigh. She felt his cock throbbing, swelling in her mouth with
every thrust. 
The blows of the cane had almost merged with the constant agony of her
lower 
body. And Angela's hand at her pussy...

Jimmy leaned back and grabbed her wrists with his large hands.
"Squeeze 
your tits for me," he laughed. "Darling." Obediently, Stevie dropped
her hands 
to her breasts where they hung naked between his knees and began 
squeezing and working them; anything to get him to come. Without her
arm to 
brace her upper body, she was completely dependant on his grip in her
hair to 
manoeuvre her face up and down on his cock. He took full advantage,
sliding 
her entire head up and down as his cock swelled in her throat.

The pain continued to wash through her body from the blows of the
cane, but it 
had merged with the odd feeling in her pussy. A slow warmth began to
build 
up, burning like the pain, but not pain. Almost like...

Jimmy threw his head back. "Oh fuck..."

He jammed her face all the way down onto his cock, sending the head
deep 
into her throat and burying her nose and lips deep in his crotch hair.
Stevie 
gagged, but her hands continued to pull at her own nipples, twisting
them 
harder and harder as she jerked and writhed on his cock like a
demented 
puppet.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

He heaved beneath her face, pulling his cock out of her throat the
head sat on 
her tongue. "I'm coming..."

Stevie felt a thrill of horror at the thought of the man coming in her
mouth, but 
the quickening pace of the blows on her ass as well as the strange,
burning 
warmth in her pussy kept her sucking. Finally, the thick head of his
cock 
swelled and then shot a stream of hot cum into the back of her mouth. 

Stevie let out a scream of disgust that sputtered and bubbled as the
sperm 
filled her mouth. Not even realizing what she was doing, she twisted
her 
nipples even harder as waves of disgust, shame and... and something
else 
overwhelmed her.

"Work your tits, you little cunt," he yelled at her, his cock still
shooting its load 
into her open mouth.

The blonde woman continued to wail as his cum spilled out over her
lips and 
onto her chin. She obeyed, though, twisting, squeezing, pulling...
working his 
breasts for him, knowing he wanted her to hurt herself. Her tits ached
with 
pain, but the feeling that had built up in her pussy had now spread
through her 
entire body, fuelled in part by the feeling in her tits and in part by
the savage 
beating Angela was inflicting with the cane. The feeling continued to
build...

Jimmy's cock began to slide out from between her lips. "Lick it up,
bitch," he 
ordered. As his cock slid free of her mouth, her screams exploded full
force, 
but still she licked hungrily at the cum pouring out over her lips,
sucking it back 
into her mouth and then dipping her head to lick up the long streams
of white 
fluid which hung down from her lips to his rapidly softening cock. All
the while, 
her fingers twisted and squeezed her nipples for Jimmy as her breasts 
throbbed with pain and...

and...

Too late, she recognized the feeling. It couldn't be... "No... no...
please... NO!" 
But by now, she was too far gone to hold back. Waves of dark lust
swelled 
through her body, slowly, inexorably cresting towards a humiliating
pain-fuelled 
climax. "Noooooooo..."

The lust overcame her and her battered body exploded into orgasm. 
Whimpering and crying like a bitch in heat, the blonde school teacher
dropped 
her head to lap at the drops of cum that were congealing in Jimmy's
pubic hair. 
Her hands squeezed and pulled at her own breasts as wave after wave of

intense pleasure shot through her body, merging with the burning pain
of the 
cane on her ass. She tensed, her entire body trembling and glistening
with 
sweat and lust and pain as the orgasm reached its terrible peak and
then 
subsided.

She dropped, limp and exhausted as the pleasure seeped away. Even the
pain 
- Angela still brought the cane down onto her ass, but she barely
twitched - 
seemed far away. Her hands fell away from her abused breasts and she
lay on 
the edge of the couch, tongue still lapping tiredly at Jimmy's cock as
the last 
drops of cum oozed out.

The next thing Stevie knew, Angela had grabbed a fistful of hair and
had 
jerked her head away from Jimmy's lap. "Well," the redhead asked.
"What did 
you think? Should we keep her?"

Jimmy just grunted as he replaced his spent cock in his pants. He
still looked 
doubtful.

Angela frowned. "We'll talk about it later, then." She looked down at
the blonde 
woman who quivered at her feet. "I guess we should get down to
business." 
The redhead gestured towards a door. "The rich bitch is all secured?"

"I guess," Jimmy answered, climbing to his feet. "She's not goin'
anywhere."

"Fine. We should get the ransom note out as soon as possible. I'll see
to it 
now." The redhead walked over to the cabinet and put the cane down.
Stevie 
almost burst into tears with relief. "We didn't plan on this bitch
being here," 
Angela continued, "so we'll have to make do. Stick her in the kennel
until we 
figure out what to do with her."

"Miss Bates," Jimmy ventured, strangely hesitant, "I know you want to
keep 
her, but... well, she's seen our faces. We don't need any more
witnesses. We 
should..."

"I'm aware of that," the redhead interrupted him. "Just stick her in
the kennel 
for now. We'll talk about it later." The tall redhead left the room.

"Well, c'mon Darling," Jimmy said brusquely, grabbing Stevie by the
hair and 
jerking her to her feet. "You heard the lady. Into the kennel."

TEACHER "DARLING" 2

Stevie awoke the next morning, stiff and sore.

And hating herself.

Hating the way she had crawled and whimpered and begged the previous
day; 
hating the way she had taken Jimmy's massive cock into her mouth with
barely 
a word or gesture of protest; hating the way she had come like some
kind of 
whorish pain-slut, choking and gurgling on his hot jism.

Most of all, though, she hated herself for the collar.
The collar.

At Angela's instructions, Jimmy had led the crying school teacher back
into the 
garage where she had first been taken out of the van. His hand tight
around 
her wrist, he dragged her around behind the parked van and over to an
area 
which was enclosed with a heavy chain link fence. It seemed to be a
kennel of 
some sort, although unoccupied at present. The enclosure was empty
except 
for some old blankets bunched up in a corner. He had pulled open the
door 
and shoved her inside, laughing as she stumbled on the uneven cement.

"There y'go, bitch," he sneered. "Home sweet home." Stevie tried not
to react, 
turning away and putting her hands over her naked breasts. He just
grabbed a 
handful of blonde hair and spun her around. "None of that," he
grinned. "I don't 
want ya here, but if Miss Bates wants you..." He shrugged, staring at
her tits. 
"Well, I don't gotta like it, but..." He seemed about to say
something, but then 
fell silent.

He looked around the kennel for a moment and his eyes lit on a brown
leather 
collar - the collar - hanging from a peg. Letting out a small grunt,
he picked it 
up and fastened it around his captive's slender neck. Stevie trembled
with 
humiliation and anger, but didn't fight it. Once it was buckled on, he
pulled 
down a short length of chain and clipped it to a D-ring on the collar.


"C'mon Darling," he taunted, pushing down on her shoulders, "down you
go." 

Flushing a deep red, the blonde woman obeyed, sinking to her knees in
front 
of him. Grinning, Jimmy fastened the other end of the chain to a low
rung on 
the chain link fence. He gave it a sharp tug and then straightened. 

"That better be there in the morning," he warned. With a grin and a
final quick 
look at her tits, he turned and walked out of the kennel. The door,
part of the 
chain link fence, swung shut and he locked it.

"Sweet dreams," he called as he walked out of the garage. 

As he left, Stevie looked down at the collar and chain. Neither were
locked on: 
the collar was fastened with a simple buckle and the chain with a
clip. Her 
hands were free; she could remove both with ease...

The garage light went out, leaving her in total darkness.

So she used her fingers, tracing first the outline of the collar
buckle and then 
the cold, hard links of the chain down to the simple clip attaching
her neck to 
the fence. Even in the total darkness of the garage, it would be easy
- *easy* - 
to undo and unfasten herself, to free herself at least to some small
degree, 
from this humiliating bondage.

But: "...better be there in the morning..."

Morning found the blonde school teacher curled up in the two blankets,
body 
aching from a night spent on the unforgiving cement floor, and the
collar, still 
buckled to her neck and still attached to the chain.

Stevie awoke hating herself.

"Well," came Angela's amused voice, "is our little pet awake?"

The blonde school teacher started and looked up from where she lay
crouched 
on the cement floor of her kennel. The redhead was standing just
outside the 
chain link fence, smiling nastily. Stevie opened her mouth to say
something 
angry, but quickly thought better of it. Angela held the cane.
Instead, she gave 
the only answer she could: "yes mistress."

Angela smiled and made a small gesture. One of the men who had been in
the 
van the day before walked forward with two brightly coloured bowls:
dog 
dishes. With a grin, he bent down and slid them under a small opening
at the 
bottom of the fence. "We're too busy to play with you today," the
redhead 
explained as the man straightened up and left the garage. "You'll have
to 
entertain yourself."

"Yes mistress."

With a quiet laugh, Angela turned and left the garage.

One of the dishes had contained something that appeared to be stew 
(although Stevie feared that it was really dog food) and the other,
larger dish, 
was full of water. The blonde teacher had immediately sucked down half
the 
water, but hadn't touched the food. She just wasn't that hungry.

Yet.

Stevie spent a little while examining her surroundings. The kennel
itself was 
about eight feet long and four feet wide, enclosed on three sides by
chain link 
and the fourth side by the concrete back wall of the garage. 

Her collar chain was only a couple of feet long and was attached to
the bottom 
of the fence, so she was unable to stand. The low opening through
which the 
dog dishes had been slid was almost directly beneath the link where
her chain 
was clipped. 

Other than the ratty old blankets that had been lying against the back
wall and, 
or course, the dog dishes, the kennel was bare. The rest of the garage
was 
scarcely more interesting. From her position on her hands and knees,
Stevie 
could see the black van and another car parked side by side. The
garage light, 
however, was directly above the kennel, so the rest of the garage that
she 
could see was shrouded in shadow.

Fighting back a sob, the blonde woman looked down at the chain which 
fastened her collar-bound neck to the chain link fence. She longed to
unclip it - 
to stand up and take a good look around - but she didn't dare. She
just lay 
back down on one of the blankets and stared upwards at the ceiling.

Time passed...

She had no way of telling how much time had passed when she finally
gave in 
and ate the cold stew. It tasted about as good as it looked, and she
finished 
the remaining water just to get the taste out of her mouth again.

Nothing had changed.

Time passed...
Stevie was almost going out of her mind with a strange mixture of
boredom 
and fear. Her body ached with the remembrance of the abuse it had
suffered 
the day before, and she found it almost impossible to get comfortable
on the 
cement floor. Near tears, her neck still surrounded by the collar, she
twisted 
and turned in a vain attempt to find a tolerable position. No matter
how she lay, 
however, the unforgiving concrete combined with the dull yet insistent
ache 
and the sheer boredom frustrated her efforts. 

Once, she even found herself unconsciously sliding her finger up and
down the 
outside of her pussy. 

The slight feeling of pleasure was quickly swallowed up by an almost 
overwhelming sense of humiliation and she jerked her hand away, her
eyes 
darting around the garage in case someone was watching.

No one was.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a daze that was half
sleep and 
half boredom.

Time passed...

She opened her eyes, suddenly aware of an uncomfortable pressure on
her 
bladder. Drawing an unsteady breath, she sat up, her neck chain
clinking as it 
was dragged along the cement. The garage was still empty and quiet;
nothing 
had changed except...

The water dish was full again.

And someone had spread newspaper over the floor in a corner of her
kennel.

Time passed...

Stevie had been crouching bent over for some time now, trying somehow
to 
relieve the pressure on her bladder, but it was becoming too much. She
had to 
pee.

Slowly, she got up on all fours. Again she considered undoing the
collar or 
chain and again she decided against it. Too dangerous. With a quick
look 
around to make certain the garage was empty, she got to her hands and 
knees and stretched her body so that her lower body was over the
newspaper. 
The collar kept her neck and head near the centre of the kennel, so
she had to 
extend herself to reach it. She tried to find some way to crouch, but
it just 
wasn't possible, stretched out as she was. 

So, with a quiet sob of humiliation, the captive school teacher raised
one leg 
up against the fence and let loose with a stream of piss. It seemed,
to the 
mortified woman, to take forever, spraying out and splattering all
over the 
newspaper and her leg, but at last the flow stopped. Stevie shuddered
as the 
final drips slid down her inner thigh.

"I see our pet is housebroken."

"Nooo..."

The blonde school teacher let out a quiet moan of futile denial as she
realized 
that her actions had been watched. A quick glance confirmed it; 

Angela and Jimmy were standing just outside the fence, watching...
smirking... 
Dragging her chain behind her, Stevie turned away and scrambled to the
back 
of her kennel, trying desperately to find some place to hide.

Her captors just laughed. "See you tomorrow," Angela called out.
Stevie 
looked up just as the lights went out and the garage door closed. The
blonde 
woman curled herself into a ball and began to sob as the piss smell
slowly 
pervaded the kennel.

  *****

"Up you come!"

Stevie was jerked out of a deep, dreamless sleep by a rough voice and
a 
sharp tug on her leash. Dazed, the blonde woman scrambled to her feet
and 
stumbled along behind Jimmy as he released her from her kennel, led
her 
across the garage and back into the house. She followed him down the
short 
hallway and into...

"Miss Seward!"

Sheila!

Stevie stopped walking and looked to her left through a half open
door. 
It was Sheila; the dark-haired girl was lying, dishevelled and
half-naked on a 
bare mattress in what appeared to be a small bedroom. The teenager's
eyes 
were red like she'd been crying and she sported a large bruise on her
left 
cheek. She was handcuffed to the bed frame.

Stevie started to say something, but was suddenly pulled away by her
leash. 

"C'mon, 'Darling'" Jimmy growled, emphasizing the name. "The little
slut's 
none of your business. Angela wants you." 

The blonde school teacher resisted for a brief moment, her urge to
help the 
younger girl warring with her fear of punishment, but then gave in and
followed 
the man down the hall. The threat of the cane was just too potent; her
ass was 
still burning from the beating she had been given two days earlier.

Jimmy came to a halt in front of an open door. It was a bathroom.
"Clean 
yourself up and get dressed," he ordered, unclipping the leash and
shoving her 
inside. "You got thirty minutes; anything over that's a stroke minute.
Got it?"

A stroke a minute!

Stevie nodded. "Yes." And then, face burning: "...m-mister Jimmy."

The man grinned and then pulled the door shut.

Alone in the bathroom, the kidnapped woman examined her reflection.
Her 
curly blonde hair was limp and greasy; one long clump was matted to
her 
forehead with dried sweat and cum. Her face was dirty and her eyes
were red 
and puffy from crying. 

The remnants of her last meal, eaten from the dog dish, were smeared
on 
each side of her mouth, giving her the slightly ridiculous appearance
of a child 
who had tried to take too big a bite. 

Parts of her naked body were red and raw, and, as she turned around to
look 
over her shoulder, she saw that her ass was striped red and blue where
it had 
been beaten a couple days earlier. Gingerly, she rubbed her hand over
it, 
wincing at the...

"Five minutes gone, bitch," Jimmy yelled through the door. "Better get
to it." 

Startled from her self-contemplation, Stevie scampered over to the
shower 
and reached for the nob.

A stroke a minute.

Stevie only had time to spare a quick glance at herself before almost
running 
from the bathroom. Her hair, although damp, was clean and shiny again.
The 
makeup hadn't taken long to apply - she wore very little - but it had
worked 
wonders for her appearance, almost hiding the strain of fear on her
face. 

She still wore the collar, of course, but her captors had laid out
additional 
clothing: stocking and garter; corset and push-up bra; and five inch
pumps. 
Half-panicked at thought of running over the half hour, she walked out
of the 
bathroom as quickly as she was able on the heels.

Not, as it turned out, quickly enough.

"Six minutes over," Jimmy announced, grinning at her as she hustled
out. 
"That's six hard ones."

Stevie felt her lower lip trembling at the thought being caned again.
"P-
please..."
Jimmy ignored her. "C'mon," he interrupted, turning and walking down
the hall. 
Near tears, the blonde woman followed behind. Her legs trembled with
fear as 
he led her into the room where she had been forced to suck him two
days 
earlier. Where she had come like, thrashing and screaming like a
whore, with 
his cum in her mouth...

"Stay," Jimmy ordered, dropping the chain leash. Stevie stopped
walking and 
stood in the middle of the room while he walked away, passing from
view 
through a door.

Alone, the captive blonde looked fearfully about the empty room. Her
gaze fell 
almost immediately on the riding crop which had been used on her two
days 
earlier. It sat on the low counter beside a wall, exactly where it had
been when 
Angela had first taken it up. Trembling, she looked around the room.
No one 
was there; maybe she could...

"Hey." Startled, she turned to see one of the other men walk towards
her. 
"What's the matter, honey? Did they leave you all alone?"

"Uhmm... y-yes..." Stevie wasn't sure how to address the man, so
settled for 
the neutral "...sir."

The man grinned. "Well, ain't that just too bad. An' I hear you're
quite the little 
cocksucker too. You are, aren't you?"

The blonde woman felt herself blushing, but nodded her head. "Yes
sir," she 
whispered. "I'm a good... good c-cocksucker."

The man was standing directly in front of her. "Well, let's have a
little, then." 

He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed downward. Stevie's stomach 
heaved at the thought of touching and sucking the man's cock, but her
fear of 
the riding crop overcame all else. Sniffling, she undid his zipper and
slipped 
his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. With a quiet moan, she
began to 
lick it and, once it was hard, she accepted it into her mouth. She
began 
running her lips up and down the cockshaft, fucking him with her face.

She had been working for about five minutes when she heard the door
open 
behind her. 

"At it again, are you?" It was Angela. She sounded amused. "Such an
eager 
little cocksucker."

Stevie stopped moving when she heard the redhead speak. Frozen with 
humiliation, she knelt there in front of the man, his cock resting
heavily on her 
tongue. 

The man laughed; his cock twitched and the blonde woman tasted
pre-cum. 
Stevie started to pull away, but a hand at the back of her head
prevented her. 

"Don't stop on my account, Darling," Angela whispered, her lips
brushing up 
against Stevie's ear. "I know how much you like the taste of cum." 

The blonde school teacher moaned as she felt the other woman's fingers
on 
her pussy. 

"You finish up what you're doing." The woman's fingers started moving
gently 
over Stevie's clit as her tongue flicked out and licked an earlobe. "I
don't mind; 
I can wait."

Stevie gurgled a futile refusal around the man's prick, but quickly
resumed 
bobbing her head up and down. She went deeper, swallowing more and
more 
of the man's prick until it was sheathed in her throat, and her face
was buried 
in his smelly crotch hair.

THWACK!

"Mmmmmm!!!" Stevie let out a muffled scream as the cane struck her
ass.


"Now Darling," Angela admonished, still working her finger along her
captive's 
pussy lips. "You know you earned six strokes for being too long in the

bathroom. I've decided to let Jimmy administer them."

THWACK!

"Mnngghh!!!" Stevie tried to pull her head away, but was again
prevented by 
Angela's hand.

"Stop it!" Angela ordered. "Don't make it worse on yourself. Just
focus on what 
you're doing."

THWACK!!!

Stevie's ass was on fire from the caning, but she continued on with
the 
blowjob, certain that things would only get worse if she disobeyed.
The cane 
struck her four more times as she sucked desperately at the man's
cock. At 
last, the man let out a quiet moan and his cock started to twitch. He
was 
coming. 

Just as he did so, Angela grasped Stevie's curly blonde hair and
jerked her 
face back, causing the cock to slide out of her throat and rest only a
couple 
inches in her mouth. Stevie felt Angela's lips at her ear again: 

"Don't swallow," the redhead hissed. "Keep the cum in your mouth."

Obediently, Stevie took the man's cum in her mouth, but didn't
swallow. The 
blonde woman fought down a wave of bile and disgust as the man's cock 
exploded, spewing wave after wave of hot, sticky cum onto her tongue.
Stevie 
felt like a kid with her mouth around a garden hose just as someone
turned it 
on.  
Sperm blasted into her mouth with every cock throb, overwhelming jer
senses 
with it's oily, bleachy taste.  It filled her mouth completely; her
cheeks were 
bulging with it before he finally pulled away. 

A trickle escaped and dribbled down her cheeks before she could close
her 
lips. Laughing, Angela scraped it up with a long, brightly painted
fingernail and 
smeared it on Stevie's upper lip, just under her nostril. The smell
made the 
blonde woman want to vomit, but she kept control of her stomach.

"Up you come." 

Keeping a firm grip in her captive's hair, Angela dragged the woman to
her feet 
and pulled her along to the desk which sat in a corner of the room.
The 
redhead took the chair and then looked up at Stevie. 

"C'mon, Darling," she said, patting her lap. "Have a seat." 

Stevie's eyes blurred with tears at this new humiliation, but she
obeyed. 
Gingerly, trying not to irritate her aching ass, she sat down on the
other 
woman's lap, facing outward. 

Angela turned so that they were facing the desk. The redhead's hand
snaked 
around her captive's body. One hand dipped down and resumed work on
the 
woman's pussy while the other fondled and teased Stevie's breasts. 

The blonde woman moaned through her cum-filled mouth, squirming 
helplessly on the other woman's lap as Jimmy and the man she whose cum

filled her mouth leered from across the room.

"Now listen, Darling," Angela said. "We still have that problem I
mentioned to 
you a couple of days ago. We wanted Sheila, not you. 

As I said, Jimmy doesn't like loose ends, but I've convinced him that
there are 
more than one way to tie up loose ends. Are you with me so far?"

Stevie moaned, but nodded. A trickle of cum escaped from between her
lips 
and dribbled down her chin.

"Good." Angela slipped a couple of fingers into the other woman's
pussy and 
began sliding them in and out. 

"Now, Jimmy and I have talked this over, and we've come up with a
plan; a 
way of minimizing the danger to us while allowing us not to... well,
not to use 
drastic measures. I'm sure you'll agree that that's in your
interests."

Again, Stevie nodded.

"So," Angela continued, "there's a letter." 

The hand that had been fondling Stevie's breasts reached over onto the
desk 
and pulled a piece of paper in front of the captive blonde. 

"We want you to write it out in your own hand writing and sign it.
That'll give us 
some time to finish our business with the rich bitch in the other
room."

Stevie looked down and read the letter. It was from her to Donald, her

husband. It went on about how she felt stifled in the marriage; about
how she 
had married too young and needed to be with other men; about how she
had 
already had a number of lovers, including many of her students; about
how 
she needed her freedom. 

The blonde woman began to sob as she finished the letter. Surely
Donald 
wouldn't believe it; he knew her too well. But...

Jimmy placed a pen and paper in front of her.

"Well?" Angela brought her hand up to tweak one of Stevie's nipples.
"Are you 
going to write it, or..."

She left the rest of the sentence unspoken. There was no need to say
any 
more; Stevie knew exactly what would happen if she didn't do what they

wanted: she was a loose end, and Jimmy would tie her up.

Crying silently, the tears trickling down her face to mingle with the
cum tricking 
from between her lips, she picked up the pen and started to write,
transcribing 
the typewritten letter into her own handwriting. 

While she wrote, Angela continued to manipulate her pussy and breasts.

Against her will, Stevie felt her body begin to respond. By the time
she signed 
the letter, she was almost writhing on the redhead's lap, humping her
sopping 
pussy up and down on the other woman's invading fingers.

"Mmmmm..."

She was coming!

"Now swallow!" Angela ordered. Stevie stiffened and moaned as an
orgasm 
crashed over her body. Gurgling cum and saliva, she let out a cry and
let the 
sperm slide down her throat. 

Some of it went down her windpipe, and she began to cough and gag,
spitting 
cum all over herself, and sneezing , which sent slimy ropes of sperm
out of 
both nostrils to run freely down her chin onto the floor.

Laughing, Angela pushed her off her lap and onto the floor as Stevie
sputtered 
and gagged on the cum, huge wads of it going up her nostrils. Finally,
she got 
herself under control.

Angela read the letter over, smiling to herself, and then handed it to
one of the 
men. "Take care of it," she told him. 

The man nodded and left the room. The redhead turned back to her
prisoner 
who remained kneeling on the floor, her lower face glistening with
cum. Still 
smiling, she walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Come here," she called, patting her lap.

The blonde school teacher shuddered with humiliation, but didn't
hesitate. 
Trailing her chain leash behind her, she crawled over to where her
mistress 
sat. 

She had a sick feeling in her stomach; she knew what was coming next.
Sure 
enough, as the blonde woman approached on her hands and knees, Angela 
spread her legs and hiked her leather skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

"I think," the redhead smirked, spreading her bare legs, "you know
what to do."

Stevie stopped crawling; she'd known what was going to happen, but...
she 
couldn't. She just couldn't. "No," she whispered, backing away. "Oh
no, 
please..."

She knew immediately from the look on Angela's face that she'd made a 
mistake. They'd been waiting for it all morning. Waiting for her to
make a 
mistake; to refuse to obey.

"Over the couch," Angela snapped, pushing her skirt back down over her
legs. 
She walked across the room towards the cane.

"No, please, I didn't... I didn't mean to..."

"That's four strokes, you stupid bitch," Jimmy called out from across
the room. 
"It'll be eight if you don't get the fuck over the couch and start
begging!"

Half mad with panic, Stevie scrambled to her feet and ran towards the
room to 
the couch, her slender body trembling as she ran. Reaching it, she
almost 
threw her body over it, placing her hands on the cushions and exposing
her 
ass to the cane.

Waiting.

Angela walked slowly over, tapping the cane on her thigh. "Now,
Darling," she 
drawled, "what did you do wrong?"

"I... I said... 'no'." Stevie felt her tears dripping down her face
and onto the floor 
as the redhead approached. "Darling said 'no'."

"That's correct," Angela agreed. She reached Stevie's side and began
rubbing 
the cane up and down her prisoner's trembling thigh. "And there's
something 
else you forgot."

Stevie fought down the panic. What was it... Oh. "D-Darling forgot to
say m-
mistress. Mistress."

Angela nodded and smiled. "That's correct. Now, I'm sure you remember
what 
I said a couple of days ago. You have a choice: admit you were bad and
beg 
for correction, or you'll get it twice as bad."

The blonde woman trembled in fear and shame, but she knew what was 
expected of her. And she had no choice. "P-please mistress," she
whined, 
"please beat me. I've been bad."

"Beat who?"
"Darling," Stevie called out, burying her face in the back of the
couch. "Beat 
Darling. Darling was bad."

"Very good dear," Angela told her. "I'm so pleased you remembered your
new 
name. You're still going to be beaten, of course, but I should give
you a little 
reward. Would you like that?"

"Y-yes mistress."

"Fine." The redhead pulled the cane away from the other woman's
exposed 
ass. 
"As a reward, you can play with yourself while receiving your
punishment. Isn't 
that kind of me?"

Stevie sobbed, but knew she had no choice but to agree. "Yes
mistress."

"Well, then, get to it."

Still sobbing, the blonde school teacher reached back between her legs
and 
started running her finger up and down over her pussy. If possible,
her face 
turned even redder as Angela bent down to watch for a second and then 
straightened up.

"Very good," Angela said. "You've obviously had a lot of practice,
haven't 
you?"

"Yes mistress." There was silence for a moment. "I've... Darling's had
lot's of 
practice playing with my... herself."

"You must really enjoy it, don't you?"

"Yes mistress. Darling really enjoys playing with herself."

Angela smirked. "I guess your husband doesn't do much for you then,
does 
he."

Stevie felt a thrill of horror shoot through her body. Donald! He must
be 
worried sick about her. And that note! Would he believe...

THWACK!

"Ahhhh..."

Stevie took her hand away from her pussy and brought it up to protect
her ass 
as it writhed in pain. Angela just looked down with a smirk on her
face. 

"You know the rules, Darling. That one didn't count." 

Stevie let out a loud sob. 

"Now get your hand back to your pussy. Count the strokes and thank me
for 
them." 

Her tear stained face hid by a curtain of blonde hair, the school
teacher 
obeyed. She dropped her hand back to her pussy and began playing with
it 
again.

THWACK!

"Uurrhhh... that's one, m-mistress. Thank you mistress."

THWACK!

"Ahhh... that's two mistress." Stevie's long legs kicked and shook
beneath her, 
but she stayed in position over the back of the couch. "Thank you
mistress." 
To her horror, she felt a tingling in her loins as her fingers moved
in a blur over 
her pussy. Spasms of deep, wicked pleasure emanated out from her
crotch.

THWACK!

"Thank you mistress... thank you mistress..." The pain was
overwhelming. 
Stevie stopped thinking and just screamed out her submission, again
and 
again ("... thank you mistress...") while her fingers dug away at her
pussy. 

In her thrashing, she didn't notice that her hand was now wet with
pussy juice, 
or that the feeling of pleasure and lust from her pussy were pulsing
through her 
body.

THWACK!

"Ahhhh..." Stevie bounced and writhed on the couch as the fourth
stroke 
exploded onto her already bruised ass. 
"Thank you mistress... thank you mistress... oh, please beat
Darling... p- 
please... thank you..." 

She babbled in incoherent lust, trembling in insane excitement as she
drove 
one, then two and, finally, three fingers in and out of her sopping
pussy with 
wild abandon. "Please hit Darling again!" she cried, writhing on the
couch.

With a laugh, Angela began beating her again and again until the pain
merged 
with the pleasure and her body exploded into a violent orgasm. 

Still babbling her thanks, the blonde school teacher fell sideways off
the back 
of the couch and fell to the floor, spasming and twitching in orgasm. 

It seemed to last forever, but the pleasure finally faded away into
pain and 
Stevie came to her senses, lying in a pool of sweat and pussy juice.
When she 
realized what had happened, how she had degraded herself in front of
her 
captors, she began to cry.

When her sobs subsided, she opened her eyes and looked around. Angela 
was back sitting on the couch, legs spread under her short skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Well?" Jimmy asked. He was holding the cane now. "Ready to obey?"

Mutely, Stevie nodded.

"Well then, crawl on over here, Darling," Angela called. "My cunt's
lonely for 
your face."

Moaning with horror, Stevie crawled across the room towards the couch
where 
the redhead was waiting. When she reached her objective, she stopped 
crawling and knelt, awaiting the next order. It wasn't long in coming.
Grinning, 
Angela pulled her short skirt up to her waist and spread her legs even
further.  

"Suck it."

Three days earlier - a lifetime ago - Stevie would rather have died
than 
touched another woman's pussy, much less kiss and suck it. But things
were 
different now, and this was a different Stevie. A different life. 

This Stevie was just thankful that she wasn't being beaten. With a
moan of 
helpless submission, the blonde school teacher dropped her
tear-stained face 
in between her mistress's wide open thighs and brought her trembling
lips 
down onto the waiting pussy. 

As Stevie's lips touched her pussy, the redhead gave a groan of lust
and 
lurched forward on the couch. 

She brought her hand up behind her captive's head and forced the
blonde's 
mouth even harder into her sopping pussy.

"Oh, that's right, Darling," she gasped, grinding her hips. "Suck
it... like a good 
girl... there's a girl..."

Stevie groaned helplessly into the soaking pussy of her mistress, but
she 
forced herself to keep sucking. The musky scent of Angela's pussy was 
ground into her face and up her nostrils as she sucked and moaned and
licked 
at the slippery pussy-flesh like a pig rooting for truffles. 

Angela gave another groan. The redhead jerked and writhed on the
couch, 
obviously enjoying the efforts of Stevie's captive tongue.

"Spread your legs," Jimmy ordered from behind her, [THWACK!] suddenly 
bringing the cane down on her ass. 

Stevie jerked forward and screamed into Angela's pussy, but did as she
was 
told, moving her knees apart on the floor so that her pussy was
exposed. 

"OK, Darling," he continued, again bringing the cane down [THWACK!]. 
"That's a good girl. Now, beg me to fuck you."

Stevie felt her stomach heave, but didn't dare disobey. 

"Please, Mr Jimmy," she half-screamed into Angela's drooling pussy,
"please 
fuck m-me. Fuck Darling." Frightened, she placed her trembling hands
on the 
couch beside Angela's thighs and braced herself.

"Well, since you ask so nicely..." Stevie felt the head of Jimmy's
cock rub up 
and down against the outside of her spread pussy lips. "I'll just have
to oblige 
you." 

Stevie gave a gasp of pain and shuddered as he pushed his rigid cock 
forward, burying it to the hilt in her quivering pussy with one long,
slow thrust. 
Fortunately, she was still sopping wet from her previous orgasms, so
the pain 
from this new invasion was minimal.

Still... the blonde school teacher squirmed and mewled in futile
protest, 
sucking harder on Angela's pussy and running her tongue over her
mistress's 
clit. The redhead groaned and tightened her grip on Stevie's hair,
forcing the 
woman's juice- soaked face to push harder and harder up against her
pussy.

Laughing in sadistic pleasure, Jimmy slowly drew his cock back until
only the 
cockhead remained inside and then rammed it back in to the hilt.
Stevie 
wriggled and screamed with pain as he began to pump his cock back and 
forth, in and out... 

Sobbing, the blonde worked desperately at Angela's steaming pussy,
biting, 
nibbling, sucking... doing everything she could to please her
mistress.

Anything to bring an end to it.

"Ohhh, yes... that's it, Darling you little whore... you little
cunt-hound..."

Stevie felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her at those words, but
at the 
same time a strange feeling of... almost satisfaction; satisfaction at
pleasing 
her mistress. And, possibly, avoiding a caning. Also, Jimmy's cock was

starting to have an effect on her overworked pussy; against her will,
it began to 
spasm and twitch, clutching hopelessly the invading cock meat.

"Mmmmm..."

Things began to spin for the helpless school teacher; her pussy was
throbbing 
and spasming with lust as Jimmy rammed himself in balls-deep, sinking
his 
long, hard cock to the hilt in her warm, tight pussy. He pulled back
and then 
slammed it in again and again, repeatedly filling her pussy with his
cock-shaft 
and stoking the fires of lust in the captive blonde. 

Stevie moaned and sucked, feeling her pussy throb under his assault.
His 
balls slapped up against her clit as he once again thrust deep inside
her, 
sending a trembling wave of lustful pleasure through her battered,
captive 
body.

"You fucking little whore," he gloated, watching her pussy thrust back
on his 
cock, "I know what you want." He pulled back until only the tip of his
cock was 
inside her and then brought his hand down hard against the side of her
ass. 
Stevie lurched forward and screamed as a fresh wave of agony surged
out 
from her already bruised ass, momentarily pulling back but then
bringing her 
mouth back down against Angela's pussy as the redhead tugged painfully
on 
her hair.

"You wanna rub your cunt, don't you?" He slapped her again and then
fucked 
his cock back into her quivering pussy.

Stevie sobbed as she jerked and shuddered under his assault. She knew
she 
had to agree. 

"Yes," she wailed, pulling back slightly from Angela's pussy, "Darling
wants to 
play with her c- cunt." With a thrill of horror, she realized that she
was telling 
the truth; her throbbing clit itched for her fingers.

"Then do it," he ordered, again bringing his hand down hard against
her ass.

"Ahhh... yes, mister Jimmy!" Stevie screamed, sliding a hand down
between 
her legs and feeling for her pussy. "Yes mister Jimmy."

Jimmy laughed and continued fucking her with long, hard strokes. His
balls 
slapped into Stevie's fingers as her fingers moved in a blur over her
clit, 
stoking the sparks lust generated by his cock. 

Quickly, her lust burst into flame. Overwhelmed with sensation, she
began to 
suck even harder, biting and chewing at Angela's slippery pussy-flesh
with new 
energy, sucking the redhead's clit into her mouth and lathering it
with her 
tongue. 

At the same time, her fingers dug away at her own pussy, scraping and 
rubbing as she felt Jimmy's cock working in and out of her drooling
flesh. The 
blonde woman began to lose control completely as Jimmy began spanking
her 
faster and faster, bringing his hands down hard on each side of her
quivering 
ass. 

Her consciousness was lost in a haze of lust and pain and humiliation
as the 
cock fucked deeper and deeper and Angela's pussy writhed, hot and wet,
in 
her face. 
Without realizing what she was doing, she began to scream in time with

Jimmy's thrusts, her cries transformed into choked gurgles on Angela's
pussy 
juice. Her reddened ass bucked and twitched as the man's cock churned
away 
at the pussy juices inside her drooling cunt.

"Oh yes, you little cunt... bite me, make me come you fucking whore...
cunt-
hound..." 

Angela began to lurch up off the couch, ramming her soaked cunt-flesh
into 
the blonde's open mouth. 

"Make me come... make me come.... Nnnnggghhh...." 
With a loud cry, the redhead exploded into orgasm, her fingers
tightening in 
Stevie's hair and pulling the blonde's face even further into the
steaming, 
heaving pit of her cunt. Her thighs squeezed together, crushing
Stevie's head 
between them.

As the redhead came on the couch, Stevie's fingers worked harder and
harder 
on her own sopping clit as her pussy spasmed and jerked around Jimmy's

driving cock. 

The pain from the spanking was great, but it blended into and was
washed 
away by the raging torrent of lust emanating from her crotch and
sweeping up 
over her body. 

She couldn't help herself; she dug her fingers even deeper, sliding
two of them 
into her cunt along with Jimmy's cock. Whining with desperate lust,
she even 
brought her other hand down to work her clit while she finger fucked
herself 
with her other hand.

It was too much for Jimmy.

"Fuck," he groaned, "I'm coming."

He lost all control, slamming his cock in and out of Stevie's pussy as
hard and 
fast as he could, not even noticing that he was sharing it with three
of her 
fingers.

"Arghhh..." Angela groaned and twisted on the couch, quivering with
lust as 
she came a second time. "Bite me, you little cunt... bitch..."

Stevie screamed as her fingers moved in a frantic blur over her clit,
her pussy 
drooling and spasming as it was simultaneously fucked by Jimmy's cock
and 
her own fingers. 

Her pussy tightened on his rigid pole and a feeling she had never
known 
before exploded out from her pussy. It churned deep, building on the
lust and 
the pain, and then surged through her body, bursting like a bomb out
of her 
pussy. Her scream erupted into Angela's pussy as she stiffened and
exploded 
into climax.

"Fuck," Jimmy bellowed from behind her, holding on for all he was
worth, "I'm 
coming!" 

He gripped the sides of Stevie's bucking, reddened ass and jerked her 
backward, impaling her pussy as deeply as possible on his cock as he
shot 
ropes of thick, white sperm into her from behind.

"Suck, bitch!"

Angela cuffed the side of Stevie's head as she prepared to cum a third
time. 

The extra pain set off a series of explosive climaxes in the screaming
blonde, 
each one sending her higher and higher as she was bucking and heaving
on 
Jimmy's impaling cock. 

Still screaming, Stevie rammed her open mouth into Angela's swamping 
pussy, sucking and biting and licking for all she was worth. The
redhead 
bounced her pussy up off the couch, slamming it into Stevie's captive
mouth 
as her third orgasm ripped through her body. "Fuuuuuuuck..."

All three participants stiffened in simultaneous orgasm.

Finally done, the redhead dropped back to the couch, twitching as the
orgasm 
aftershocks rolled through her body. Her mouth suddenly free of her
mistress's 
demanding pussy, 

Stevie gasped for breath as she felt Jimmy give a final thrust with
his cock and 
then pull back. It slid free of her sopping, overheated cunt, leaving
a trail of 
cum and pussy juice down the inside of her thigh. Stevie's body gave a
final 
shudder as the last trace of orgasm seeped away. 

The blonde fell back and lay on the floor, moaning and weeping, and 
wondering what had come over her; wondering how it could possibly have

happened. And, despite all the humiliation, the degradation and the
shame, 
she wondered why that awful, demanding spark of lust still remained
within 
her.

With a degrading moan of lust, she reached down and began to rub her
pussy.


TEACHER "DARLING" PART II 

The next few days passed very slowly for Stevie.

Each one began in the same way: she would wake up cold and stiff in
her 
garage kennel. Sometimes Jimmy or one of the other men would come and 
take her out in the morning. Other times, she would be forced to wait
for them, 
huddled on the cement floor, her slender neck encircled by the rough
leather 
dog collar.

Her collar.

It wasn't locked on; she could have removed it at any time.

But she didn't.

On those occasions where she wasn't released in the morning, the
pressure 
on her bladder would often force her to relieve herself in her kennel.
The 
humiliation never lessened, but she quickly became adept at stretching
her 
body and lifting her leg so that she could let loose a stream of piss
without 
getting too much of it on herself. And her keepers made certain that
there was 
always fresh newspaper on the ground.

Once released from her kennel, she was led into the house to the
bathroom 
where she would shower, brush her hair and apply makeup. Angela was 
constantly critical of the way in which Stevie wore makeup, and the
blonde 
woman was quickly "convinced" to change her style. 

By the end of the third day, she was wearing rather a good deal more
than she 
was used to wearing, but if it prevented a caning... well, it was
worth it.


And each day, a new set of clothing was laid out in the bathroom,
waiting for 
the captive school teacher to put it on. Tight corsets; various types
of 
stockings; push-up bras, half-cup bras, see-through bras; crotchless
panties; 
leather mini- skirts... always changing, always something new. 

Again, it was clothing she would never have dreamt of wearing if she
had the 
choice, but, of course, she didn't have that choice. 

The only constant was the collar.

Once properly dressed and made up, she would be inspected by Angela
and 
then her day would begin in earnest. Much of her time, of course, was
spent 
fucking and sucking. Besides Angela and Jimmy, there were three other
men 
who were part of the kidnapping. 

Before Stevie lost track late on the afternoon of the third day, she
figured that 
she was satisfying each of them at least twice a day, usually with
Angela 
watching and giving orders and instructions. Often, Angela would
punctuate 
those commands with the cane.

With the redhead's "encouragement", the blonde school teacher quickly 
became proficient at the art of satisfying men with her mouth and
pussy, 
fucking and sucking more in those several days than she had in the
previous 
two years of her marriage with Donald. At least, it seemed like it. 

Perhaps the worst thing about it was the fact that Angela was never
satisfied 
with Stevie's efforts unless the blonde woman came. 

This meant that Stevie repeatedly found herself forced to masturbate
to 
orgasm while performing the most disgusting acts. And, in between the
sex, 
Angela frequently forced her captive to play with herself. It took a
few episodes 
with the cane, but Stevie gradually learned not only to obey when
Angela 
ordered her to come, but also that Angela was quite able to tell when
she was 
faking it, often with very painful results. 

The blonde woman thus spent hours crouched at Angela's feet,
masturbating 
herself to orgasm after humiliating orgasm while the redhead read a
book or 
watched television.

By the end of each day, her pussy lips were red and swollen from all
the 
attention they were getting, but she kept having orgasms. 
After a while, it began to get easier and easier to make herself come,
and, 
eventually, the feelings of lust never entirely left her burning,
aching pussy. 

Sometimes, late a night, alone and chained in the hard darkness of her

kennel, Stevie would masturbate herself to orgasm. She cried as she
did so, 
wondering what she was turning into, but she still did it. It was her
only source 
of pleasure, of comfort.

As well as the sex, Angela also forced her unwilling pupil to learn
and practice 
a number of humiliating poses, positions, mannerisms and gestures. 

Under the threat of the cane, Stevie was forced to learn how to walk
in the 
increasingly precarious pumps, her hips swaying and breasts thrust out
in an 
inviting fashion. She learned how to giggle like a bimbo every time
her 
mistress attempted the lamest joke. 

She was taught how to squat on her heels, knees spread and hands
clasped 
behind her neck, awaiting orders. And, worst of all, Stevie was
trained to hold 
the position she had learned on the first day, bent over with her
hands 
grasping her ankles while the cane was brought down onto her ass. This
one 
was a favourite of Angela's, and Stevie got lots of practice. 

Her pussy was not the only part of her body that was regularly red and
swollen 
when she was locked into her kennel for the night.

While her training continued, Stevie was kept in the dark about what
was 
happening with the kidnapper's attempts to ransom Sheila. She saw the 
teenager once in a while - she was kept chained to a bed in the small
bedroom 
- but was never allowed to talk with her. Besides a black eye and a
bruised, 
sullen expression, the girl seemed largely unharmed, for which Stevie
was 
thankful. 

Despite all that had happened, Stevie still felt an elder's - a
teacher's - 
protectiveness towards the girl. One of the things - in fact, only
thing - that 
allowed her to bear her torments was the idea that by taking the
kidnapper's 
abuse, she was somehow protecting the teenager.

One morning, just over a week after the original kidnapping, Stevie
entered the 
living room to find a very grim looking Jimmy awaiting her. Angela was
also 
there, also looking very sullen and angry. They looked like they had
been 
arguing. 
Trembling, the blonde woman assumed the squatting position she had
been 
taught, and awaited events. She'd learned not to ask questions.

"Hello Darling," Angela growled, obviously angry about something.

"Good morning mistress." Stevie kept her eyes cast downward. Her voice

trembled; Angela's anger usually meant the cane.

"We've got a problem." The redhead began pacing, walking slowly around
her 
frightened, squatting captive. "Apparently your husband didn't believe
your 
letter. He's raised a fuss with the cops, and they're beginning to put
two and 
two together. That's attention we don't need. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress." The blonde woman didn't really understand how anything

Donald was doing could affect her kidnappers, but she was too
frightened to 
question the redhead. In fact, she wasn't really listening. Stevie's
entire 
attention was focussed on the cane which Angela was carrying in her
hand. 
She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Jimmy's solution," Angela continued, "is the same as before. He wants
to cut 
off the loose ends." Stevie shuddered; she knew what that meant. "He
and I..." 
Angela glanced angrily across the room at her partner, "... we've had
a 
'discussion' about it. We disagree, but I convinced him - not by much,
mind 
you - that there's a better way to solve the problem. A less drastic
way."

Jimmy snorted from the other side of the room.

The redhead stopped pacing and stood directly in front of the
trembling 
blonde. "You do want that, don't you Darling?" She grasped the
squatting 
woman's cheeks in her hand and turned her face upwards. "You don't
want us 
to use drastic measures?"

Stevie again found herself fighting back tears. "No mistress.
Please... what 
can I do?"

The redhead shot a satisfied grin over at her partner as she released
her 
captive's face.

"I'll tell you..."

And she told her.
Angela's plan was simple. It involved having Stevie appear in public.
She 
thought that her captive's husband might be convinced that the letter
was real 
if Stevie was seen in public with another man, or men, dancing and
laughing 
and generally having fun. She also thought that it would be fun to
humiliate the 
blonde woman in a public place. 

Jimmy expressed the opinion that it was too risky, but Angela
countered with 
the fact that they would still have Sheila at the house. She made it
very clear to 
Stevie that should the blonde woman attempt to escape, the first
person to 
suffer would be the teenager. And, considering the alternatives...

Stevie got the picture.
And so, that same night Stevie was dressed in real clothing for the
first time in 
over a week. Not clothing she would have chosen to wear on her own, of

course, but clothing nonetheless. 

Treating her like a living barbie doll, the redhead dressed her
captive up in a 
tight, black tube dress that barely covered the bottom curve of her
ass and the 
upper curve of her breasts. Sheer, white stockings ran from just under
the hem 
of the skirt to her feet. Six inch pumps and lots of dangling silver
jewellery 
completed the outfit.

Almost.

The collar remained.

Stevie put her hand expectantly to it, but Angela just smirked and
said that the 
collar wouldn't be out of place where they were going. 

Silent and submissive, Stevie let them dress her up, just as though
she were a 
barbie doll. Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion. The thought of
going out 
in public both terrified and exhilarated her. The chance of escape!
But, of 
course, there was Sheila.

At last, Angela was happy with Stevie's appearance.
"Perfect," she pronounced, dragging her blonde dress-up doll in front
of the 
bathroom mirror. "Darling's quite the little club slut."

The blonde woman stared silently at her reflection in the mirror, eyes
wide. 
Was that really her? The black tube dress was wrapped tightly around
her 
body.
It was covering - if that was the right word - her skin from just
above her 
breasts down to just under the bottom swell of her ass cheeks. Her
sheer, 
white stockings, held up with clearly visible garters, served more to
highlight 
her sleek legs than to cover them up, all the more so with the way the
pumps 
made the muscles stand out in her calves and thighs. 

Her face was heavily made up, almost in a punk style, and her blonde
hair was 
teased up in a modern, slutty look. The heavy, dangling jewellery on
her wrists 
and ears, along with the dark leather collar, put the final touches on
her 
appearance. 

Stevie fought back a sob as she saw Angela's triumphant expression in
the 
mirror behind her. 

She had been transformed from a married, conservative school teacher
into... 
well, she wasn't sure what.

Not something she wanted to be.

Jimmy was suitably impressed and seemed happier with the whole plan as
he 
led Stevie into the garage and seated her in the back of the van. A
pair of 
handcuffs were added to the collection of jewellery on Stevie's
wrists; her 
hands were fastened to a rail and the van door was slammed shut. 

She sat in darkness, trembling, as the engine started up and the
vehicle began 
to move.

"You remember," Jimmy warned her, his hand tight and painful on her
bare 
upper arm. "Any trouble and Sheila's dead. And you too. Got it?"

Wincing in pain at his grip, Stevie nodded.

The man stared at her for a second and then led her across the shadowy

parking lot towards the building. The bass throb of the music got
louder as 
they approached a heavy door. 

There was a lineup, but Jimmy seemed to know the bouncers. One of them

leered at Stevie as Jimmy talked. Money changed hands and then the two

were allowed to enter. Jimmy pulled her in front of him and shoved her
into the 
main room of the club.

Stevie was immediately overwhelmed with sensation. After a week of
being 
kept indoors a single house, of sleeping in a garage kennel, of seeing
the 
same four or five people day after day, the blonde woman was staggered
by 
the press of the crowd as it bounced and seethed in directionless
violence on 
the dance floor. Angela had been right about the collar. 

The club was fashionably punk, and many of the patrons were dressed in
that 
style. Collars were common, as were clothespins, teased hair and heavy

makeup. In her present dress, Stevie fit right in.

"C'mon," Jimmy yelled, pulling her through the crowd. "I'll buy you a
drink."

Helpless, Stevie followed behind him as he bulled his way up to the
bar. 
Almost immediately, she noticed men looking at her lustfully. 

More than once on the way to the bar, she felt unseen hands brush
across her 
barely covered breasts and ass. She squirmed, trying to avoid the
unwanted 
attention, but she was helpless to prevent it.

At the bar, Jimmy ordered two of something; Stevie didn't hear what it
was. 
When the drinks arrived, he handed her one and told her to drink it
down 
quickly. She obeyed. Whatever it was, it was strong. Stevie's throat
burned 
and she almost coughed it up. 

Laughing, Jimmy ordered another drink. And then another. By the time
she 
finished her third, Stevie's head was beginning to spin. The alcohol
combined 
with the flashing lights and sweaty, throbbing music to make her dizzy
and 
disoriented. 

She staggered backwards, and only kept from falling by grabbing
another 
man's arm to steady herself. The man looked at her and smiled, but
Jimmy 
pulled her away.

"Let's dance," he mouthed, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Dizzy as she was, Stevie followed him into the seething mass of
dancers and, 
at his prompting, began to bounce and twist more or less in time with
the 
music. 

Jimmy smiled in approval and, under the influence of the alcohol, she
began to 
relax a bit. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. 
The loud, throbbing music slowly overwhelmed her senses as she began
to 
dance more emphatically.

And, as she danced, the burning feeling in her pussy began to grow.
Slowly at 
first, but definitely growing. Not really aware of what she was doing,
Stevie slid 
a hand down the front of her stomach until it came to rest over her
crotch and 
began to buck her hips in time with the music. 

She closed her eyes and let the feelings grow within her. For the past
several 
days, she had been forced to masturbate almost continuously (when not 
actually having sex), and she did so now without really thinking about
it. It just 
seemed natural.

In a world of her own, she spun slowly around the dance floor. Her
hips 
swayed sexily, in time with the music as she danced. 

One hand rubbed, with increasing speed, up and down over her crotch, 
massaging her sopping pussy through the thin material of the tube
dress while 
the other combed through her blonde hair, slid down her face, across
her wet, 
pouting lips and then rubbed up against her rock-hard nipples. 

Her breathing became harsh and ragged as the passion began to build in
her 
twisting, sweating body. She danced harder and harder, rubbed harder
and 
harder as the feelings built... built... built... and finally, she
came. A loud moan 
escaped her parted lips as an orgasm rolled over her body in a single,
massive 
wave of pleasure.

When the feeling finally ebbed, she opened her eyes.

Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. A small circle had opened up around her
on 
the dance floor and everyone was watching her. Men looked on with
lusting, 
hungry eyes while women just eyed her with a queasy contempt. With a
gasp, 
Stevie looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious. 

There was a large wet spot on the front of her dress, just over the
crotch, and 
her nipples were clearly visible as they poked like hard little
pebbles through 
the thin material covering her breasts.

Someone laughed.

"Noooo..."
The blonde woman turned away, trying to cover or protect herself, but
not 
before another thrill of lust shot through her body. With a
half-choked sob, she 
realized that it was the humiliation itself that was causing her pussy
to become 
excited. What was happening to her?

Stevie frantically tried get off the dance floor, but the crowd around
her slowly 
closed in, trapping her where she stood. Another song started, and she
was no 
longer the centre of attention. She tried to slip away, but one of the
men 
stepped up and began dancing directly in front of her.

"Hey, babe," he half-yelled, his upper lip glistening under the lights
"you look 
like you need a man." 

Confused, Stevie shook her head, but the man just put his arms around
her 
neck and pulled her into his chest. 

The blonde woman tried to break away, but the pressure of the
bouncing, 
surging crowd was too great. 

The dizziness, momentary forgotten, once again overcame her. With a 
helpless sigh, she sagged forward, allowing the man to support her. He

grinned knowingly, pulling her even closer to his body while guiding
her in a 
slow, tight circle on the dance floor. Almost unconsciously, she let
her hands 
fall around behind his back. 

Tired, she closed her eyes and let him lead.

The dancing continued for a song or two. Slowly, as they danced, the
man 
became increasingly bolder with his hands. Keeping one hand around her

neck, he slid the other one down and cupped the curves of her ass. 

Only partially conscious, she squirmed and let out a quiet whimper,
but didn't 
really pull away or protest; she was just too dizzy. 

Emboldened by her lack of protest, the man slid his hand down her ass
until 
he came to the hem of her dress. Careful not to alert her, he tugged
upwards, 
slowly pulling the dress up until her ass was completely exposed.

"Ohh..."


Stevie gave a start, and jerked her hips forward when she felt his
bare hand on 
her ass.

"Fuck," the man whispered, a grin spreading across his face. "No
panties." He 
slid his middle finger in between her ass cheeks and fingered the
entrance to 
her anus.

"No," she mumbled, slurring her words. "Don't..."

She tried to squirm away from his finger, but succeeded only in
rubbing her 
pussy up against his crotch. The spark of lust, which had been
momentarily 
dampened by her recent orgasm, burst into being again. 

Without realizing it, she ground her hips against him, enjoying the
sensations 
which emanated through her body at the feel of him body against her
crotch. 
He brought his lips against her's for a kiss; a sudden warmth flooded
over her 
as she opened her mouth to welcome his tongue, all the time...

He slipped a finger into her anal passage.

"Noooo..." The sudden pain of the intrusion cut through the fog of
lust, and she 
remembered where she was.

And who she was, or, rather, who she had once been.  She no longer
knew 
who, or what, she was..

With a strength born of fear and humiliation, she brought her knee
straight up, 
hard, into the man's groin. The effect was immediate; he let out a
loud groan 
and crumpled onto the floor in front of her. 

A few of the other dancers looked over, but most of them ignored the 
disturbance. Stevie put a hand to her mouth to stifle a scream and
backed 
away. A few steps later, the man was out of sight, lost behind the
crowd.

Frightened, the blonde woman took another step backwards, but the
crowd 
was too thick. She started to try to push people away, to free up some
space, 
but then froze as a set of arms reached around from behind her. 

She tried to turn, but instead stumbled and fell back into the man
reaching 
around her. In a flash, the man had his hands on her breasts,
squeezing and 
fondling. 
Stevie attempted to pull away, but the crowd was still too thick, and
she 
couldn't get her balance in the pumps. And the man kept holding her
back. 
Stevie let out a cry as one hand kneaded and fondled her breasts while
the 
other slid down to her crotch. 

Terrified, she looked around for help. A number of other people on the
dance 
floor were watching her, but she saw no help there. They just sneered,
and 
stared at her as her body responded automatically to the fondling
hands.

It was too much for her. With a quick, violent twist of her upper
body, she 
broke away. Half running, she squirmed through the crowd and was
almost off 
the dance floor when she ran straight into another man.

"Hey," he said, holding her arms to steady her. "What's the hurry?"
The DJ 
was between songs, so they could converse without yelling.

Stevie drew a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as best she could
before 
speaking. Her mind considered her options, while she glanced around
for 
Jimmy. The man was nowhere to be seen. 

Was this her chance? She briefly considered Sheila, but decided that
it was 
worth it. If the man would help her get to the police, they would be
there quickly 
enough to catch Jimmy before he went back to the house. It was worth a
try.

The music started up again, so she had to lean forward and speak
almost 
directly into the man's ear to make herself understood.

"I need your help," she told him. "Can we go somewhere?"

She glanced around, still worried that Jimmy might be watching, so she
didn't 
see the look on the man's face as he nodded. He took her hand in his
own and 
pulled her off the dance floor and towards an exit sign at the back of
the club. 

"Through here," he said, pulling her through a heavy curtain and into
a short 
hallway. The hallway led to a door and before long, the two of them
were 
standing outside, in a quiet alley behind the club.

Stevie breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. "Thank you so
much," she 
said. "I..."


Her sentence was cut off as the man brought his lips down against
her's in a 
passionate kiss. Surprised, she opened her mouth and let his tongue
explore 
the inside of her mouth for a few moments, enjoying the sensation,
before 
pushing him away. 

"D- don't," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "That's
not what 
I..."

"I know what the fuck you want," the man growled, taking a handful of
blonde 
hair. "And I'm going to give it to you." 

Stevie let out a cry as he used his grip in her hair to propel her
forward into the 
a low, iron rail fence beside the doorway. Her cry was abruptly cut
off as the 
railing slammed into her stomach and drove the breath out of her
lungs. 

Unable to breath, she struggled weakly as the man forced her to bend
over the 
rail and pulled her dress up over her ass.

"Ha," he grunted, "no panties. What a slut."

Stevie fought for air, wanting to struggle or, at least, scream, but
she couldn't 
draw a full breath. All she could do was squirm helplessly and gasp
for air as 
the man undid his zipper and placed his rigid cock up against her
pussy. To 
her shame, it was sopping. She couldn't help it.

The man laughed. "Guess I was right about you, bitch." 

With a hard thrust, he rammed his cock straight up her pussy. Tears
rolled 
down the blonde woman's face as the man began to fuck her from behind 
while she was bent over the iron railing. 

Against her will, she felt her pussy welcome the intrusion and start
to grow 
even wetter. Soon, she was humping her ass back against the man's cock
and 
grunting with quiet lust at each stroke. Her passion built until
finally she came 
just as the man stiffened and spewed jets of sperm into her
over-heated 
pussy.

Humiliated, she trembled on the rail as her orgasm slowly subsided.
The 
tremors and spasms had just about ended when she heard a voice from a
few 
feet away.

"Hey, man... that's quite a slut you got there. Mind if I have a go at
her?"

Stevie looked up from her bent-over position to see who had spoken. It
was 
the man she had kneed on the dance floor.

"Nooo..."

She started to straighten up, but the man who had just fucked her to
orgasm 
pushed her back down over the railing. "Be my guest," he laughed.
"There's 
plenty to go around; she's a real slut." 

He held her down while the second man came around behind the rail and
took 
over. 

With no warning, he plunged his cock into her sopping pussy and began 
pistoning his hips. The first man did up his pants and went back into
the club; 
the music swelled and then died away as the door opened and closed.

"Bitch," the man grunted, slapping his hand down against her thigh.
Stevie 
cried out at the pain, but immediately felt the spark of lust
rekindle. 

The man slapped her a few more times and then began to fuck her in
earnest. 
He slammed his hips into her as hard as he could, driving her stomach
into the 
railing again and again. And, despite the pain and humiliation, or
perhaps 
because of it, she felt her body begin to react.

The man laughed. "You really like this, don't you bitch?"

Stevie didn't answer. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and jerked
her head 
painfully back. "I said, 'you like this, don't you bitch'?"

Whimpering at the pain, she moaned out a quiet "yes". Satisfied, the
man 
dropped her head and went back to fucking her.

 "Tell me," he growled.

"Yes," she grunted, her body jerking and bucking with each hard
thrust, "I like 
it... please... I love it..." She babbled on, growing increasingly
incoherent as the 
feelings of lust grew in her battered body. Finally, all she could do
was grunt in 
time with the man's thrusts:

"Hunh... huhn... huhn... Huhn... HUHN... HUHNN.... Ahh...."

She came, her body bucking and spasming as her third orgasm of the
evening 
ripped through her body.

"Fuck!" It was everything the man could do to hold on as she kicked
and 
bucked beneath him. He came, but his cocked slipped out as she twisted

away, and he spewed ropes of hot, sticky cum down the back of her
dress.

"Shit man..."

In a daze, Stevie felt another pair of hands grip her ass. She looked
up 
blearily. The music was loud again - the door was open - and more and
more 
men were leaving the club and entering the alley. 

She felt anther cock enter her pussy and, when she opened her mouth to

protest, another one was slipped in between her lips. Instinctively,
she began 
to suck at it with the skills she had learned over the previous week.
And, once again, her traitorous body began to react...

 She quickly lost track of how many men had taken her. Had fucked her.
All 
she knew was cocks and orgasm... cocks and orgasms... cocks and 
orgasms...

When Jimmy found her some time later, she was alone, on her hands and 
knees up against the wall in the alley. Her black dress was bunched up
around 
her waist, torn and soaking with cum. Her shoes were gone and
stockings 
ripped. 

The insides of her thighs were coated with the cum which still flowed
freely 
from her red, aching pussy. A long trail of cum and vomit hung down
from her 
lips as her stomach heaved, trying to reject at least some of the many
pints of 
sperm she had been forced to swallow.

"Ohhh..."

The blonde woman groaned quietly as Jimmy grabbed her hair and dragged

her to her bare feet. She coughed, spitting out another wad of cum as
he 
pulled her to the mouth of the alley and over to where the van was
waiting. 


He didn't bother handcuffing her; she had passed out on the floor
before the 
door was shut behind her.

She never even heard the engine start.

 *****

Stevie's training continued the next day almost as though nothing had 
happened. Almost. When she entered the living room the next morning, 
Angela was waiting with the cane. Stevie knew what was expected of
her; she 
assumed her caning position and begged to be punished.

The redhead obliged her.

The only other consequence of Stevie's outing to the club was that
Angela 
placed her off-limits to Jimmy and the other men. Her captive's pussy,
Angela 
decided, needed time to recover from its ordeal. 

Stevie almost fainted with relief when Angela made the order - her
pussy was 
red and raw after the gang bang in the alley - but soon discovered
that any 
slackening in her duties towards the men was more than made up by an 
increase in the time she had to spend satisfying Angela. 

For the next three days, she spent almost every waking moment with the

redhead, her nose buried in the woman's pussy or ass. By the end of
each 
day, both her tongue and her pussy were aching, one with fatigue and
the 
other with unsatisfied lust. When Angela had decreed Stevie's pussy
off limits, 
she had meant it.

Even to Stevie.

And so, the blonde woman lived each waking moment in a haze of sexual 
subservience and frustration. She forgot all else: Sheila; her
previous life; 
Donald... her entire consciousness was focussed on one thing:
satisfying her 
mistress.

That was why, when she heard a woman's embarrassed giggle from behind 
her in the room while her face was jammed up between the redhead's
sopping 
thighs, she was so surprised. 


Another woman? Her instinct was to look up, but she had been too well
trained 
for that. She just kept right at work, using her tongue to excite her
mistress's 
clit and trying desperately not to think about the dreadful lust
burning in her 
own deprived pussy while Angela greeted the newcomers and invited them
to 
take a seat. 

It was only when the redhead had orgasmed that Stevie, her face wet
with 
pussy juice, was allowed to straighten up and turn around.

"Donald!"

It was her husband. He was sitting comfortably on a chair on the other
side of 
the room, a big grin on his face. Standing behind him, her hand on his

shoulder, was a beautiful woman with long, brown hair. Her face was a
little 
flushed, as though she were somewhat embarrassed... or aroused. As
Stevie 
watched in stunned silence, the brunette bent down and whispered
something 
in Donald's ear. Donald nodded and laughed out loud.

Finally, Stevie recovered her voice: "Donald! What are..."

"Position!" Angela interrupted.

The blonde woman hesitated for a split second, torn between her
training and 
the imminence of rescue, but a quick slap on her ass with the cane
made up 
her mind for her. Smoothly, she assumed the squatting position she had
been 
taught so well: sitting back on her heels; knees bent; thighs spread;
hands 
behind her neck; and eyes down. 

Her face, splotchy with drying pussy juice, burned with a humiliation
she hadn't 
felt since the second day of her training. The thought of Donald was
seeing her 
like this was almost unbearable.

Still, she bore it.

She had no choice.

"Well Donald," Angela purred, her voice smug, "shall you do the
honours or 
shall I?"

Stevie heard Donald get to his feet. "I think I will," he answered.
"It's my buck 
paying the ticket, or at least part of it." 
The brunette giggled again as Donald walked forward, towards his
squatting 
wife. 

"But I'd like to explain it in my own way."

Angela laughed.

The blonde woman felt her head being pulled back. She looked up to see

Donald's cock sticking in her face. With a soft cry, she cringed; this
was the 
first cock she'd seen since the gang rape at the club. It frightened
and repulsed 
her, but once again the sharp sting of the cane against her ass
compelled 
obedience.

"Open your mouth," Donald ordered. "Don't suck it, just let it sit
there while I... 
'fill you in'." 

The brunette let out another giggle. A tear trickled down Stevie's
face as she 
obediently opened her mouth and accepted her husband's cock. He slid
it in 
about two or three inches, just enough so that it sat heavily on her
tongue. 
"Ahhh..." Donald looked down with a large grin on his face. "That
feels great. 
Too bad I couldn't get you to do this when we were married." 

Stevie felt a tingle in her pussy, but didn't acknowledge it. What did
he mean 
'when we were married'?

"Look up at me," Donald ordered. Obediently, Stevie looked up, staring
at her 
husband as she knelt in front of him, his cock in her mouth.

Donald began to speak: 

"Let me tell you about my problem. I had this wife, you see, a prim
little school 
teacher. She was cute enough, but she was just too fucking uptight to
be much 
fun. I tried to be patient with her, but she just never got into it.
As a result, I 
went elsewhere. 

This went on for a while, but the stupid bitch never caught on; she
was too 
busy playing teacher. One day, I met Barbara here..." he gestured
towards the 
brunette, who walked over and stood beside him, resting her hand on
his 
shoulder "...and things changed." 


He paused for a moment and Stevie watched, tears streaming down her
face, 
as her husband and the brunette - Barbara - indulged themselves in a
long, 
passionate kiss. She felt his cock twitch on her tongue, and barely
suppressed 
a moan of shame and lust.

Finally, they were done kissing. 

"You can start sucking, now, but keep looking up at me." Her eyes
blurred with 
tears, but Stevie did as she was told. Slowly, with all the skill
she'd painfully 
acquired over the last two weeks of training, she began to suck her
husband's 
cock, all the while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes.

Grinning, Donald resumed his story: 

"You see, Barbara changed my life. Not only did she work wonders for
my 
company, turning things around and making me a fortune, but I fell in
love with 
her. And she fell in love with me: the perfect couple. Except for one
thing: I 
was already married."

Stevie let out a sob, but continued work slavishly on her husband's
cock. 
While she was sucking, the burning in her pussy was quickly growing
greater. 
After ten days of almost constant masturbation and sex, Angela's
refusal to let 
her come over the last few days was driving her wild. 

Even with all the hateful things Donald was saying, even with the
humiliation of 
being forced to suck his cock like some kind of whore in front of his
girlfriend, 
she still felt herself growing more and more excited. Her hand
trembled with 
the urge to reach down for her pussy, but she held back. No matter how
much 
she wanted it, she feared Angela more.

Donald continued speaking: 

"So I didn't know what to do. My wife didn't know how rich I'd become,
but I 
was pretty certain that her lawyer would find out in any divorce
proceeding. So 
we couldn't go down that road: Barbara and I agreed that whatever
happened, 
we wouldn't give any of our money to my wife. So, we were stuck. 

We even toyed with the idea of doing away with her, but we just
couldn't do it. 
Then it even seemed to get worse. We were caught together by..."

"Don't say it," Angela interrupted. "Leave that part out."
By now, Stevie was sliding her entire face up and down on her
husband's 
cock, taking it all the way down her throat and then sliding it out.
She wanted 
to do something - to bite, to scream, to cry, to rage - but she
couldn't. All she 
could do was stare upwards, her mouth full of cock, while Donald went
on with 
his hateful story.

"Fair enough," he agreed, groaning slightly. Stevie's efforts on his
cock were 
beginning to effect him. "To make a long story shorter, this person
didn't rat on 
us. Instead, she suggested a possible solution. A way out so that we
would 
both get what we wanted: me, Barbara and her. And she even knew the 
perfect person to hire to do the job."

Angela laughed.

"And so," Donald concluded, his breath short and heavy with arousal,
"I got 
these." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and waved it in
front of her 
face. 

It was the letter; the letter she had been forced to write to him,
explaining 
about how she needed to be free to find other men. 

"And this." 

He flashed some pictures in front of her wide eyes. They were
obviously taken 
in the club a few nights earlier: Stevie dancing with different men;
Stevie 
openly masturbating on the dance floor; Stevie leaning back and
allowing her 
breasts to be fondled, a dreamy look on her face; Stevie kissing
another man 
while grinding her crotch into him. "With this," Donald concluded, "I
can get a 
divorce in no time."

He fell silent and stiffened as his cock twitched and began to spurt
cum down 
Stevie's throat. Stevie swallowed, as she had been trained to do, but
the taste 
repulsed her. Nevertheless, there was a burning in her pussy.

"And you," Donald continued as he pulled his cock from her mouth,
"won't get 
a thing. You were the one who abandoned me." 

He grinned down at her as he placed his cock back in his pants and
backed 
away.


Her mouth sticky with cum, Stevie looked up at him from her squatting 
position. "But... but, what about me? I'll testify..."

"Oh I don't think so," Angela laughed. "Your new mistress is taking
you home 
tonight. As far as anyone will know, you'll be long gone with your
'lover'."

Stevie fell silent and looked around, bewildered.

New mistress?

Sheila walked out of the bedroom, fully dressed in skirt and blouse. 

"Hello Mrs Seward," she sneered, an arrogant look on her young face.
"Or 
should I say 'Darling'".

Speechless, Stevie gaped at the teenager.

Sheila smiled and walked slowly forward towards the still squatting
woman. 

"I gather Donald's told you all about your impending divorce." The
teenager 
smirked. "My condolences. It's so sad when marriages don't work out."
She 
came to a halt directly in front of her ex-teacher. "Still, there's a
bright side," 
she continued. "Now you'll have more time to fulfil your new duties."

The blonde woman looked up at the teenager, her mind dizzy with
confusion. 
"New d-duties?"

"Didn't Angela tell you?" Sheila looked over at the redhead, her
eyebrows 
raised.

"I left it for you," the older woman told her, nodding slightly.

"Ah." Sheila turned her attention downward again, a tight smile on her
face. 
"I'm your new mistress. You're coming home with me."

Stevie froze for a moment, her mind struggling to take it all in.
Donald... and 
that woman, Barbara... the kidnapping... Sheila... Her body began to
shake as 
it slowly became clear to her just what had happened.

And what was going to happen.

"Nooo..." Her lower lip trembled; a tear welled up and rolled out of
one 
watering eye and trickled down her cheek. "Nooo..."

"Oh, yes," Sheila told her, laughing at the other woman's reaction.
"My father 
arranged the whole thing. He bought me a house just off campus for
college 
next year, complete with basement and kennel." Sheila smirked. "And a
cane."

This couldn't be happening! Stevie's gaze darted around the room,
looking 
for... she wasn't sure what. Sympathy? Escape?  Someone to tell her it
was all 
a bad joke?

"But that's for the future." The teenager grinned and raised her
skirt. "And we'll 
have plenty of time together." She wasn't wearing any panties. "Angela
tells 
me you've turned into quite the little cunt-hound. That'll be one of
your duties, 
of course, so I thought I'd see if her praise was justified."

The blonde woman continued to shake as she stared at the teenager's
pussy, 
just inches from her face. It was quite different from Angela's. The
redhead's 
pussy had been fully developed, and covered with thick, red pubic
hair. 

Sheila's pussy was much smaller and covered with a much finer sheen of
hair. 
It was a teenager's pussy; and the pussy of her new mistress.

Her new mistress!

A thrill of lust shot through Stevie's body. With a quiet moan of
submission, 
she leaned forward and began work. Using every ounce of skill she had 
acquired over the last ten days, she did her best to satisfy her young
mistress, 
slurping and sucking at the girl's clit as best she could. 

Behind her, Donald let out a booming laugh, and Stevie was almost
overcome 
with a wave of shame and humiliation. And, as was the case over the
last 
week of her captivity, those feelings were closely followed by a
burning, hungry 
lust in her pussy. Inevitably, Stevie felt herself growing moist as
she serviced 
her new mistress's pussy.
"Angela?"

Stevie was barely aware that Sheila had said anything before...
[THWACK!] 
the cane landed on her ass with a brutal impact.

"Mmmmm..."
The blonde woman let out a muffled scream into the younger girl's
pussy, 
causing her to squirm in lust at the feeling.

"Again."

THWACK!

"Nmmmmgh..."

"Again."

THWACK!

Stevie twisted and writhed under the painful caning, but didn't take
her mouth 
away from Sheila's now sopping pussy. She had been too well trained. 

Besides, the taste of the teenager's pussy juice combined with the
humiliation 
of her situation and the burning pain of the caning to send powerful
waves of 
lust swelling out from her pussy and through the rest of her body. 

With a whimper of lust, she drove her well-trained tongue deep into
the girl's 
pussy, her screams and writhing pushing the younger girl closer and
closer to 
orgasm.

"Darling," Sheila breathed, gripping her slave's blonde curls and
pulling her 
face even harder into her wet pussy. "Touch yourself. Come for your
mistress!"

The blonde woman mewled with sluttish pleasure as her hands began
their 
work. One hand flew up to her naked breasts, pinching and squeezing
and 
kneading as it had the very first time she had been forced to give
Jimmy a 
blowjob. The other hand went down to her swamp-like pussy, furiously
driving 
one, two and then three fingers in and out while scraping the side of
her hand 
up against her burning clit. [THWACK!] Angela brought the cane down
harder 
and harder on the blonde woman's reddened ass as the two women, the 
teenage mistress and her teacher-slave grunted and moaned with lust.

Finally, it was too much for the teenager. With a loud cry, her legs
gave way 
and she fell back onto her ass, her hands still gripping Stevie's
blonde hair. As 
she fell, she drew the older woman forward so that she was lying
almost flat on 
the floor, her face still jammed hard into the teenager's pussy.

The extra pressure from the fall sent Sheila over the edge. Letting
out a 
scream, she wrapped her legs around her slave's head and began to
thrash 
wildly about, bouncing her ass up and down off the floor with the
force of the 
orgasm.

Stevie came.

Face trapped between Sheila's bucking thighs, one hand twisting and
pulling 
on her aching nipples while the other clawed desperately at her slut
pussy, 
Stevie came. Her legs kicked out at random as her body was buffeted by
wave 
after wave of orgasm so intense it was mostly pain. 

She screamed her ecstacy into Sheila's steaming pussy while Angela, 
sweating with exertion, repeatedly slammed the cane into her red,
writhing 
ass, sending shockwaves of agony through the blonde woman's bucking, 
heaving body and sending her to new heights of pain and pleasure.

When her senses returned, Stevie found herself lying on the floor in a
pool of 
tears, sweat and pussy juice. Donald and his girlfriend had left the
room, and 
Angela was giving Sheila a small suitcase. 

Sheila smiled and handed over an envelope. The transaction completed,
the 
brown-haired teenager walked over and attached a chain leash to
Stevie's 
leather collar.

"Well Darling," she asked, smirking, "ready to go?"

Stevie looked up at Sheila as she stood, towering over the crouching
woman. 
The teenager looked so confident; so beautiful. 

Briefly, the blonde school teacher contemplated the future - being
kept as a 
sex slave by a former student; sleeping chained and naked in a
basement 
kennel like some kind of degraded, sluttish animal; being forced to
serve her 
former student in any way the girl demanded - and a shudder of lust
racked 
her abused body. She looked up at her ex-student, fighting back an
urge to 
plunge her hand once again back into her spasming pussy.

"Yes mistress," she answered, meaning every word. "I'm ready."



The Zoo
^^^^^^^^^^^^^

The suited man knocked on the bare wood door in the center of a dark
smelly 
ally three times, then two more, than three more times. There was  a
pause, 
then the lock on the door slid open with an audible clack.
Tentatively, the man 
opened the door and walked in.

The interior if the building belied its poor exterior. The carpet was
a  dark 
purple, and the chairs were all real leather. There were several
plants and an 
Escher painting. Very tasteful.

There was no one else there. He closed the door behind him -- three
thick 
deadbolts snapped automatically into place. He noticed the door  was
thick 
and hard - not actually wood; probably an inch or two of steel
wrapped with 
cheap wood. Very strong. Very sound absorbent. Since there  was no on
else 
there, he sat down on one of the chairs and was surprised  to find a
copy of 
Playboy on the table next to it. He looked at the  pictures.

The wait was almost ten minutes, but then the inner door -- just as
firmly 
made and locked -- opened and a man stepped into the room,  closing
the 
door behind him. 

This man was older, maybe in his mid- fifties, thin but strong. His
fingers were 
long and delicate, like a  violinist's. He did nothing to try to
conceal his virtual 
baldness, but  his soft halo of white hair bespoke of lost elegance.
He, like the 
man  who had entered, was wearing a gray, conservative business suit.

As the younger man stood up, the older greeted him, extending his
hand,  
"Hello, sir. My name is Samual. And you are..?"

"Uh... Mike. But you already know that..."

"Perhaps. Do you have the note!"

"Yes!" said the man, fishing out a folded-up piece of stationary  in
his jacket 
pocket. He handed it to Samual. Samual glanced at it, and  put it in
his pocket.

"Mike, before we go inside, I must tell you this: if you elect to come
in with me, 
you can never come out again - mentally. You must be ready  to accept 
everything I show you. Are you?"
There was an eager look in Mike's eyes as he said, "yes!"

"Then come."

Samual opened the door and led Mike down a long, winding staircase. It
must 
have gone down at least three stories. "Here," explained Samual,  "is
what we 
call the Zoo. Any man in our club can rent one of the twenty  rooms to
be used 
in torturing or raping a woman. They either pay to have  their target
kidnapped, 
or they don't, in which case, after they're done  with the cunt, we
get her. Here 
we are, ground level. You'll see what I  mean. All these windows are
one-way. 
Don't worry. No-one can see you..."

THE ROOMS

1: Two girls have been forced to kneel on a platform. Their ankles are

attached to  leather cuffs on the platform, as are their knees, thus
keeping 
them in  the knelt position, legs stretched wide. Their arms are
stretched high  
above them, cuffed to the chains holding the platform up. This forces
their 
breasts up. They are completely naked, of course.

The one girl is a tall Italian woman, with long curly hair reaching
down  to her 
ass. She was mounds for breasts, large but with small dark  nipples.
Her skin 
is darker than the other girl's, whose is very white.  This bitch has
blond hair, 
as long as the others but straight. Her  breasts are smaller, but her
nipples 
really stick out, begging for  attention.

"The Italian," explains Samual, "is Amy. The other is Irene. Both
worked  as 
bank-tellers at a local bank before we took them. They have been here
for 
only one week. This is the second day they've been hanging like  that.
Karl, 
who doesn't like his bank, decided to take them... there he  is now.
My, what a 
whip! spiked leather. This is the girls first  beating. Let's turn the
volume on 
and listen..."

"What what..." babbled Amy. "no, please, no, who are you? don't hurt
me..." 
babbled Irene. it was obvious both were terrified. 

Carl reached  down and pinched one of Irene's nipples. Then he reached
up 
and stroked  the hair out of her face. "So soft..." he muttered. One
at a time, 
he  lifted up both girls hair and knotted it into the chains. the
girls were  still 
babbling, begging him not to hurt them.

Karl said," I would never hurt you, Irene..." then suddenly flailed
her  back hard 
with the whip. As the thing broke her soft flesh, leaving a  stripe of
blood, Irene 
howled in agony.

"I would never hurt you, Amy..." and he whipped her to. He whipped
them,  
each one in turn. The whip drew blood from the kidnapped cunts; he
applied it 
to their pert asses, adding stroke after stroke. He was a  musician. 

The bitches' howls blended together. Amy's was lower but  faster than
Irene's. 
he mixed the two sounds together freely, eliciting  the music with new
stroked 
of the whip. This continued for several  minutes until both girls
backsides were 
raw and bloody, as were their  asses. Then Karl put down his whip and
began 
molesting the four tits in  front of him, as his toys sobbed and
wept... 

*************

 2: Through the one way glass Mike sees a young girl, eighteen or
nineteen, 
lying on the floor. She has  permed dark brown hair. Her only article
of clothing 
are two small earrings. She is tied to the floor in the  shape of an
X, wrists and 
ankles bound very tightly. Mike can see they're going white from lack
of blood.  
She also has a dog-collar on, from which a leather leash rests on the
floor by 
her.

There is a man in the room with her. He has on jeans and heavy
workman's 
boots and a flannel shirt. The girl  is ungagged and seems to be
pleading with 
the man.

"The girls Tina. She was a local high school student. She was the
friend of that 
mans daughter. But the daughter  committed suicide after eight years
of rape 
and torture at the hands of the man. he's an engineer, by the way.
when she 
died, he was very horny. That cunt there came over to console him, and
he 
took her..."

By now, the man was carefully tying roped around the nude body of the 
teenager. It was a complicated tie,  with may loops and twists.
Finally, he 
ended with two more loops, lifting up his daughter's friend's tits  to
tie a loop 
around their bases.

For a moment, he just stood looking at Tina. 
He smiled broadly. Reaching down, he stroked the whores  face. She
tried to 
turn away, and he smacked her. He grew angry, then passive.

There was several feet of lead from the end of the tie around her left
tit. The 
man took it and began to pull.  He placed one booted foot down between
her 
breasts to keep her on the ground, and began pulling up  harder,
stretching the 
rope out hand over hand.

Mark saw the ingenuity of the scheme. The knots surrounding her
breasts 
tightened; with more force than  the man tugging used. As they
tightened, the 
teenagers budding breasts began to swell. Tina's face became  pained.

Mark couldn't believe the man could get the knots so tight. He pulled
and 
yanked and struggled until the  rope loops were only one inch in
diameter. This 
forced Tina's tits to swell obscenely, each becoming almost  as large
as her 
head. Tina's mouth opened wide and her head lolled to one side. She
moaned 
shrilly with the  pain.

When the man was done yanking on the ropes, he tied the last of the
slack to 
a nearby hook, so that Tina's  tits got no respite. Then he surveyed
his 
handiwork, and smiled broadly. Before leaving the room, he kneeled
down, 
lifted Tina's head up. She was drooling, but he stuck his tongue deep
into her 
mouth anyway.

Then he left. Samual commented, "The man's going on vacation for a
week. 
When he comes back, Tina will  still be here, still be his. We'll feed
her bread 
and water once a day, and a few of the slaves will be forced to  lick
up any shit 
of piss."

Mark snickered, "But isn't that.. cruel to leave her alone all that
time, strung up 
so obscenely."

Samual answered back matter-of-factly. "Yes it is. So I think I'll
send someone 
in the whip her tits  tomorrow..."

They left that window. Mark looked back at the poor moaning girl, her
small tits 
big as balloons. He laughed  a little at the thought, then hurried to
catch up 
with Samual.

*****************

3: The next room held another blond, a little older than the rest. She
might 
have been thirty. But her skin  was still smooth as silk. 
Unlike the others, she wasn't bound or naked. She was standing in the
middle 
of the  barren room, looking slightly frightened, but very upset.

"She's new," explained Samual, "freshly kidnapped today. You see, this
guy's 
young boy wanted a pony, but  he couldn't afford one. And his kid
wasn't 
satisfied with toy horses. 

Then he was walking the mall today, and  he noticed her, and as he
said 'I 
realized with this cunt I could kill three birds with one stone: I
could give my  
son a pony ride, satisfy my cock, and teach the whore pain for being
so hot!'"

Mike could see how the pony metaphor had struck him. She was dressed
up 
like a cowboy. She had the  wide-brimmed hat and leather vest showing
off 
her silky arms. She had cowboy boots on and cut-off jeans.

Mike got a boner just looking at her, "what's this ones name?"

"I don't know," Samual admitted, "let me call Hank, our in-taking
man." He 
buzzed an intercom on the wall.  I buzzed static, than a man's voice
saying 
"What?" in the background. Mike could here loud moans and  screams in
the 
background. The cries sounded young.

"what's the cowgirl's name?" asked Samual.

"Heather." said the man curtly and hung up.

"What was going on?" asked mike.

"Oh, that? We abducted five junior high girls today, but the buyer
didn't show 
up, so I let Hank have some  fun with them. Very pretty. I'll let you
see them 
later -- if Hank doesn't mutilate them too badly. He likes  faces.
Hitting, 
slapping, cutting, cumming-on, whipping, doesn't matter to hank as
long as it's 
the face. But  look, something's up with Heather..."

He turned on the microphone. A voice came over the loudspeaker inside
the 
room. "Take off your clothes, fucking  pig!" The lady trembled but
didn't move.

Then jets of hot steam shot out of vents in the wall. She was struck
by them, 
and she gasped in pain. They  were hot!

"Take off your clothes, bitch, now!" 
The pretty blond still didn't comply, so more hot steam was vented.
She  tried 
to run from the steam, but it was everywhere.

This kept up for several minutes. At one point, Heather cried out, "Go
to hell!" 
for this, she was blasted with  super-hot steam for almost a minute.
When it 
was done, there were burn marks on her arms and face and  legs. She
was 
weeping now, trying to cover her pretty face with her arms.

"I SAID TAKE OFF YOU'RE CLOTHES, WORTHLESS PUSSY!"

Slowly, she complied. Some more hot steam spurred her on. She took off
her 
hat, letting her straight golden  hair fall to her shoulders. Then
came her boots 
and socks, leaving her pretty feet bare. Trembling, she  removed the
vest and 
her tits came free. They weren't large, but full-grown with tiny hard
nipples. 
She  blushed and cries as she removed her jeans and panties, leaving
her 
totally bare. Her ass was smooth and  shapely, her cunt small.

For the transgression of forgetting to remove her earrings, more
super-hot 
steam was applied. She shrieked  when it touched her bare pussy.
Reminded,  
she tore off her shell-fish earrings and tossed them aside. Then  she
stood 
trembling, covering herself with her hands.

A slot in the door to the room opened and something was thrown in. It
was a 
huge dildo, a foot long and  four inches wide, with a foot of
horsehair at one 
end."

"PUT THAT IN YOUR TIGHT ASSHOLE, SLUT!" naked Heather cringed 
away from it, but super-hot  steam forced her toward the dildo. Her
flesh was 
beginning to glow bright red.

"ARE YOU DEAF? JAM THAT DILDO ALL THE WAY INTO YOUR ASS!"  
Weeping, Heather picked  up the dildo. It was huge; the slut must only
have 
been five foot five.

"SPREAD YOUR ASSCHEEKS AND SHOVE IT IN."

Heather managed to whisper, "please ... no... " but more hot steam
baked her. 
Sobbing uncontrollably, the  small blond woman bent over and strained
behind 
her to put the dildo to her puckered hole. Mike noticed  the dildo had
many 
bumps on it.

Though she tried for many minutes, heather couldn't force the huge
thing into 
her bunghole. Samual  chuckled as she tried, squirming in all
different ways. 
Finally, the man waiting to give his son a horsey-ride  on the
kidnapped slut 
said

"SIT ON IT BITCH!"

Hesitatingly, she squatted over the dildo and let herself down on it.
She was 
still sobbing in humiliation and  shame as the tip of the huge plastic
penis 
started to split her open. Her small red lips opened and gasped air
as she sat 
further and further down on the dildo. Her tears of shame turned into
tears of 
pain as inch after  thick inch of knobbed dildo sunk into her.

when she was fully sat on it and it could invade her asshole no more,
she 
collapsed onto the floor, her breath  ragged, making the cutest little
squeaks.

But another object was thrown into the room. This was a bit and lead,
like for a 
horse. Again the man  demanded,

"PUT THE BIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND STRAP IT ON TIGHT!"

Agonized, se crawled over to the bit. Mike smiled looking into her
face. It was 
covered with tears, her lips  trembling, eyes barely open with the
pain of the 
huge dildo, dragging its tail after her.

She fitted the bit between her teeth and strapped it to her head,
locking her 
hair in place like a mane. Done,  the man said,

"NOW FACE AWAY FROM THE DOOR, SLUT, ON YOUR KNEES!" 

The poor girl turned slowly,  painfully away, and did as she was told.
Then, 
finally, the door opened and a father and son walked in. The  little
boy, no 
more than five, asked, "Is this my pony!?"

The father, proud, handed the boy the suffering bitches cowboy hat and
a 
riding crop as Heather trembled on  the ground. "Yes, son. Ride her as
much 
as you like. If she's not going fast enough, use the crop on her ass.
Matter of 
fact, I'll give you .50$ each time to crack it on her ass."

The boy looked concerned. "But won't that hurt her?" asked the boy.

His father smiled and lied to him, "No son. Horses don't feel any
pain. If you 
hear her make sounds like she's  in pain, she's just thanking you for
being a 
good boy. Now, see if you can get her to thank you really  loudly!"

But the boy needed no encouragement. He jumped on Heather, his
horse's, 
back and started whacking her  ass-cheeks, spread wide by the dildo,
rapid-
fire, saying, "Giddy-up! Giddy-up!"

When the animal didn't move, the boy again looked concerned. "Why
won't my 
horsey move! I don't think  she's well..."

"Of course she is son. Let me just talk to her..."

The father kneeled down by heather's head, he eyes tight with fear and
pain. 
again he lied, "Give him a good  ride, bitch, and we'll set you free."
Her fear-
clogged brain registered the statement as true and she began  slowly, 
painfully, to crawl around on all fours, moaning into the bit.

"Faster! faster!" the small boy cried, really punishing her ass with
the crop. The 
faster the blond moved, the  more painfully the massive dildo in her
ass hurt, 
but the kid just kept beating her, until she couldn't tell what  was
worse, the 
dildo or the continuous cropping.

Alarmed, Mike asked Samual, "You aren't really going to let her go
after this, 
are you?"

Samual laughed, watching the suffering pretty blond struggle vainly to
crawl 
around the room, "No! what a  silly thought! once we have them, we
have 
them forever. As it should be, a woman that hot will never see
daylight again. I 
like this one. I'm a tit-man, myself, and I wonder how this cunt would
look with 
hot needles  shoved through her tits."

Both of the men smiled at the thought, then left Heather to be a pony.
This 
morning, Heather was happy  with the thought she had the day off from
work, 
thinking of all the wonderful things she was going to do.  But she
would never 
do any of those things again, because several men were wondering what
they 
were  gonna do with her...


******************************

4: She's already tied up, the brunette is. Long, curly hair, nice
brown eyes and 
a pug nose. A hockey puck  has been inserted into her mouth and is
held there 
by clear tape; it makes her cheeks bulge out comically.

She is dressed, but not very. A red bra still cups her small
wedge-like breasts; 
she is also wearing a red belt  and red stocking. Her feet are bare.
Two ropes 
are tied around her body, one above and one below her  breasts, and
reach 
back over her arms, which have been cruelly tied together at elbows
and 
wrists, and  doubly tied to the back of the chair she is sitting on.

Her knees and ankles are similarly tied, the ankles roped to the
underside of 
the chair. Finally, there is a tight  roped about her waist, and a
rope strung to 
this, going through her pussy-lips.

"Her name's Deborah. She was a clarinet player for a small community
college 
a state away. This man saw  her play there, got turned on by her, and
we 
kidnapped her right from her bedroom."

Deborah hadn't been struggling before, but as soon as the man walked
in, she 
began to fight and wriggling in  her bonds, glaring at the man with
hate.

"How do you like the rope in your cunt, bitch?" the man snarled at
her, "like the 
pain you gave me in my  crotch when I saw you." Debbie moaned softly
into 
the gag.

"You're gonna pay for that now, bitch..." He took a knife and sliced
open her 
bra, freeing her small tits. As  he ran the edge of the knife over her
nipples, 
Debbie shuddered and squealed. The man screamed at her,  "I'LL GIVE
YOU 
SOMETHING TO WHINE ABOUT, BITCH!!" and smacked her face with the 
flat of the  knife. Debbie whined again, so he smacked her again.

From a nearby table, he took a long barbed needle. He grabbed her
nipple and 
pulled her breasts away from  her body. Debbie screamed into the gag,
and 
the man roughly plunged the needle into her stretched-out tit- flesh.

Debbie proved not very tolerant to pain, and she passed out after the
fifth time 
the needle pierced her. The  man sighed, and sat down to wait for her
to 
regain consciousness.

********************** 
 
 5: The next room held two girls, both long haired and curly, one
beach-blond 
the other black-haired, bound  side by side. Both were naked.

Their ankles were locked into stock two feet off the ground, and their
hand 
were bound by leather straps  above them, which hung from the ceiling
several 
feet in front of them. This caused their bodies to swing  forward, and
their tits 
float free in the air.

Four men were already at work here. One had two dildos and was
carelessly 
fucking their assholes with it.  Another had a buggy whip and was
flailing their 
butts. The third was using a cane staff to beat the girls poor  tits;
the third 
carried a chain flogger, and smacked the girls wherever the others
weren't.

Tina and Marie, as they were known as in the outside world, struggled
and 
screamed horrible, animal-like  noises. Both nude bodies were covered
with 
welts and whip-marks.

"Third day of this, for them. The girls are sisters. Tina, the
dark-haired on is 22; 
her sister, Marie, is 17. Isn't  their torment delicious?"

"Yes! What did they do?"

"Well, Tina's a slut. She sleeps around a lot. We thought we'd punish
her for 
screwing."

"But... don't you punish girls for not screwing men?"

The old man smiled. "Yes. Funny how that works. Do you want to know
why 
we took the sister?"

"No. I like the way she screams. Very pleasant. I could sleep to that
sound."

The men had left momentarily, leaving the dildos in the girls' asses.
They 
slumped in their bonds, hanging in  mid-air. When the men came back,
they 
had new implements: the first had a rubber hose; the second had a
taser, 
which he applied non-stop to Tina's right tit. The men laughed as the
suffering 
whore spasmed with  the electricity. The rubber-hose man began
applying it to 
her body while the other two grinned at the blond.

Each of these men had a hand full of tacks, which they began applying
to her 
body. Tacks went into her  breasts and nipples; into her buttcheeks;
into her 
thighs and feet. They spread her cheeks and liberally  inserted them
into her 
asshole and pussy. Marie moaned in agony.

Meanwhile, Marie still danced to the tune of the taser as the rubber
hose left 
ugly welts on her backside.  Two men left and came back with armfuls
of 
dildos. While the taser still shocked her, a large black vibrator  was
pushed 
into Tina's pussy. They turned it on. One man began wedging several
mode 
dildos into her pussy  while another inserted two vibrators up her
ass. Tina 
groaned and grunted as the fake cocks invaded her  body, stretching
her wider 
than her cunt was designed for. When the second ass-vibrator couldn't
be 
wedged  into her asshole, the ingenious man took a knife and cut some 
slashed into the skin of her asshole, making it  just wide enough for
the 
second long, curved vibrator to be pushed in. One man placed another
vibrator 
in  her mouth, stretching her jaws wide. 3/4 of it hung outside her
lips and 
started to sag.

"If that vibrator drops, Tina sweetheart, I'll personally take great
pleasure in 
cutting off your arms and  fucking you with them."

When he was done speaking, the two men behind her started to mash in
the 
dildos, twisting and yawing  them about, fucking her torn-up rear
brutally. The 
man with the flogger started in again on her bouncy tits.  Tina's eyes
were wild 
with pain, but she clenched her jaw desperately around the buzzing
vibrator.

After a while, they got bored and left Tina, vibrators still humming
like angry 
insects in her pussy, ass and  mouth. They took long leather straps
and 
surrounded the terrified Marie, still stuck with hundreds of tiny
pins. They 
started up a rhythm using her body -- the first man smacked her face,
the next 
man her abused  and sensitive tits. The third cracked her asscheeks,
and the 
forth her raw red thighs. Then the cycle repeated  itself.

They kept up the rhythm for nearly ten minutes, face tits ass thighs,
until 
Marie's eyes became glassy, her  young face now one big bruise, and
she fell 
unconscious. When several even more painful blows could not  wake her,
they 
started whipping Marie. She screamed when the first blow stung  her
nipples, 
and the  vibrator clattered noisily to the floor. Laughing, the men
hi-fived each 
other and brought out the hack- saws...


********************

6: "Here we have a pretty 20 year old sorority girl. Her names Brandy,
same 
color as her hair. Her mother  died, and daddy decided her still
needed a 
slave..."

"what happened to her mother?"

"Oh, she spilled some beer on the floor, so daddy chained her in the
basement 
and whipped her to death.  Accidental really; she was a hot piece of
meat."

The girl in the room was tied on a mattress. Her hands and feet were
all bound 
together. Her mouth was  quieted with duck-tape, but she still sobbed
like a 
miserable baby as her daddy held her over his knees and  spanked her, 
stopping now and then to shove a finger into her pussy.

"Stop crying, bitch!" daddy shouted and slapped her perky ass. 

"Immmnnnhhh" went Brandy and cried  harder.

 Red marks began glowing against her perfect skin.

Daddy threw her to the floor and unzipped his pants, revealing a
monster of a 
cock. Then the man grabbed  his daughter thighs and sat her down on
his lap. 
He slip his weeping child closer to him, so her back pressed  into his
hairy 
chest and her bottom rested against his cock.

He whispered into her ear, "You dirty bitch. I saw you at college with
your 
boyfriend. But when I raped you  last night, you were a virgin. I
can't believe 
you didn't fuck him. Why didn't you fuck him?" he yelled into her
ear, grabbing 
her tits, digging in his long fingernails, and squeezing hard. 

"Mmmppphhhh!" cried his  daughter, bucking against him, sending waves
of 
pleasure through his cock pressed against her soft  buttcheeks.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCK HIM!" he yelled again, twisting and yanking her
tits. 

She screamed into the  gag. Mike new the man realized his daughter
still had 
the gag on, but he kept repeating the question over  and over, mauling
her tits. 
HIS tits -- he did own his daughter. And since the poor girl could
never give an  
answer, he continued torturing her.


Finally, he got tired of repeating the question and slid his monster
prick into his 
girl's tight, hot pussy. he  used her tits like handles to pump her
like a doll on 
his prick. His face washed over with pleasure. To make  sure his bitch

daughter didn't feel any, he twisted and yanked her nipples
mercilessly.

Then, he shifted his daughter forward and little, and jammed her tiny
asshole 
onto his prick. Brandy's eyes  went wide and she shrieked into the gag
as he 
pounded her asshole even more roughly than her pussy. With  the surge
of 
orgasm, he pounded a load of cum deep into her bowls. Then, disgusted,
the 
threw her to the  floor. He used her long hair to clean off his cock,
then left and 
said, "I'll be back tomorrow. Think about  what we discussed today,
pumpkin."

walking to the next window, Mike commented, "That man really loves his

daughter." He laughed, knowing  that from now on, the poor
college-girl would 
be nothing more than a toy for her dear daddy, and many  other men.
The 
thought pleased him. she was young, and had many years ahead of her

******************

7: They had to wait a few moments at the next window while a new cunt
was 
brought in. Hank gave her bio:  " Name's Christine. She's a ballet
instructor at 
a local high school. Reason kidnapped, let's see here, ah! 'She  has
nice legs.' 
Good enough."

A moment later, two men dragged in a barely conscious woman. She had
dark 
short and curly red hair. Her  hands were bound behind her back. she
looked 
much younger than she must have been. One of the men held  her up. The

other took hold of her hair and slapped her face several times. She
jerked 
awake on the first  blow, but he slapped her a few more times anyway,
just for 
fun.

Christine kicked at him, snarling with rage, but the man easily
grabbed her leg. 
While the other held her, he  looped a rope many times around her log.
Then, 
he took a five foot iron pole and tightly tied one of the end  of it
to her ankle.

She still snarled and cursed at them, "You can't do this! I have
friends! I'll call 
the police!"

The man holding her laughed, "why not? you're OURS, bitch. What
friends? 
You'll never see anyone you  used to know before. and the police? do
you 
honestly think we'd let a cunt like you near the phone?" 
"Face it.  bitch. You're our plaything now. What you want no longer
matters. All 
that matters is what we want. And  we want to hurt you. For the rest
of your 
life, you'll be in constant pain."

"...why?..."

"Because you have sexy legs bitch. And because the more you suffer,
the 
happier we'll be. Now BE  QUIET!" With that, he stuffed her mouth with
and 
oily rag, and held it there with his hand.

His friends grabbed her other ankle and roped it, too. He ripped off
her skirt 
and panties and punched her  crotch. 

Christine went *UMMPPHH* through the gag.

There was a steel beam in the middle of the room, nearby hung a hook.
They 
dragged her over there and  hooked her bound hands over the hook.
Forcing 
her on the ground, one grabbed one of her legs and handed  the other
the five 
root rod tied to it. Holding their respective legs of the whore
looking at them 
like a  frightened doe, they began pulling them away from her body. 

She tried to pull back, to fight the men, but  they were too strong.
Soon, they 
had her legs at right angle to her body. They had had to snap a few of
her  
tendons to get them like this, but they didn't mind -- it gave her
face a nice 
pained expression. Once they had  her spread out like this, the one
man tied 
the bar in place to her other ankle, firmly locking the bitches legs
in  this 
spread position.

Then they pulled her ass back so it rested against the bar. This
forced her 
arms painfully up, forcing her head  and body to dip down, like she
was doing 
some weird kow-tow. Now her backside, arms, neck and part of  her
buttocks 
were displayed for them.

They removed the gag, and listened to her fine moaning. "Christi..."
they 
teased her, "sweet young Christi...  the ballet teacher... want some
pain, 
bitch?"

"NO! PLEASE!" Christine begged, but the men just laughed. The first
thing 
they brought out to torture her  with was a rat. They lifted up
Christine's head 
by the hair to show it to her. One of the men said, "This  animal is
going in your 
stinking cunt bitch!"
"Noooo!" Christi screamed, "please oh god oh no don't put it in me oh
fucking 
god please please please..."

One of the men pulled Christine's cunt away from the post in the wall,
and the 
other man quickly pushed the  shrieking rat into her pussy. They
hadn't 
bothered to declaw it. Then they quickly forced her ass against the
pole again, 
so the rat wouldn't escape.

The rat became confused and started trying to dig its way out of her
cunt. 
Christi screamed in agony, trying  to move her ass away from the post,
but it 
wasn't possible. She could only move her body a little bit -- her
stretched-out 
legs prevented her from using them to move.

While she howled and shrieked, the two men masturbated above her. 

"Beautiful..." 

"Scream for us, baby..." 

"Come on whore, scream louder!"

One man got out a lighter and turned on the flame. He brought it down
to the 
base of her exposed  neck and held it there just long enough for the
hairs on 
her head to burn off.

As blood started dripping from the high-school ballet teachers
rat-infested 
cunt, the man with the lighter moved it below her, aiming for her
nipples. The 
other man took a long-handled fork and started jabbing her  back with
it. 
Bound legs and arms stretched painfully above her kept her from
avoiding the 
men's attention.

While poor Christine kept on being tortured and abused for the men's 
pleasure, Samual and Mike moved on.

************************
 
8: Mike wondered if the same men who were amusing themselves right now

with Christi had also tied up  this bitch.

"This is the youngest bitch we have here today," said Samuel, "Marcy's
twelve. 

She went to a private school for  girls. We caught her sneaking out.
We don't 
believe girls should disobey, so she must be punished. When  we're
done 
punishing her, then we'll use her body for rape."

Marcy had long dark hair in tight curls. Her breasts were almost
non-existent. 
They had stripped her pre- teenage body naked, of course. She was
bound to 
what looked like and upside-down cross. She was on her  knees, with
her feet 
pulled cruelly backwards and tied to the other side of the cross, far
enough 
apart to  expose her hairless slit. 

Her hands were pulled far above her head -- they must have had to
break her 
thin girl  arms to get them to stretch so far -- and pulled back to
the other side 
of the cross also, where they had been  NAILED, palm outwards.

Mike giggled when he saw the nails, "I bet she really screamed when
you did 
that,"

"yes," agreed Samual, "like a banshee."

"I wish I'd been here for that."

"If you'd like, this one has a younger sister, about 9, we could
kidnap and drive 
nails through for you."

"Would you?" Mike asked, "That's be great! When the little bitch
screams, can 
I piss in her mouth?"

"sure, mike. but never ask if you can do something to a girl. just do
it."

There was a man in the room with Marcy. He was torturing her, but was
so 
obviously turned on her had to  stop unless he came every few minutes.
Now 
he put a candle under her bare cunt, so it's wick almost  touched her
flesh.

The man laughed at the terrified baby bitch, "Beg me not to, 12-year
old slut!"

Marcy tried to murmur through her pain, "please, mister... no...
don't, please..."

"don't what?" prompted the man, stroking his cock in front of her
face.

"I don't know... don't hurt me..."

The man stage-thought about it moment, then decided, "Nah... you need
to 
scream."

"No! Mister nooooAAAGGGHHHHAAAIIII."

The candle flicker below her, the flame reaching up and into her slit.
The 12 
year old's body bucked with  pain, wrenching at her nailed hands and
tied feet, 
causing even more pain. Her mouth went wide with her  lips pulled back
so 
you could see her teeth.

While the candle was burning, the man took a leather whip and slashed
her 
small right tit hard. As she  bucked in pain, her scream became a
shriller and 
louder. The man's dick throbbed.

Laughing, enjoying himself now, he whipped her other tit. Then he
whipped her 
exposed underarm. When  her held tilted back to scream, he whipped
first her 
neck than her pretty face in quick succession. Tears  rolled down her
face, and 
he laughed at his victim.

By this time, the candle under her pussy had burned low enough so that
she 
wasn't being burnt by it  anymore. she sagged as much as she could
with the 
removal of pain, but the nails in her hands kept her  painfully
upright.

The man squeezed her tender nipples as he placed his hand on her
crotch, 
hot from the flame. He pushed a  finger into her burned cunt hole, and
the little 
girl squealed.

He pushed another finger into her cunt and brutally finger-fucked her
sensitive 
burnt cunt. She squealed like  a pig for him. Still fucking her, he
put his hand 
around her neck and squeezed. Her young body started to  convulse as
it 
fought for air. Her face became red then purple as he cut off her air.
Finally, 
she fell  unconscious. The man let go of her throat, whipped her tiny
tits a few 
more times, and left.

**************

9: "God. she can't be more than 18!" said Mark.

"Nope. She's seventeen. Her birthdays today. This is her brothers
present to 
her -- slavery and pain."

Marlin was very small. Five foot two. She had thin wavy and short red
hair. Her 
ears and nose were small.  So was her mouth, but the men had inserted
steel 
pins into the back of her jaw, forcing her delicious lips  wide open. 
Occasionally, blood still trickled from the operation, which had been
done 
without anesthetic.

Marlin was naked, of course, and Mike could see she has small tits
with large 
nipples and her cunt showed  just a few red hairs. Her body is thin
and shapely 
for a 17 year old.

To one of the walls of the room, a 6" wide thick metal tube stuck into
the room. 
The small of Marlin's back  pressed against this. Her arms were yanked

straight behind her, tied to the wall by long, taunt ropes. So  were
her legs. 
This placed her head at just the right level for a man's cock, and
prevented her 
arms from  getting into the way. It was also painful and prevented
much 
movement or squirming of the bitch.

As Mike watched, a man walked into the room. He quickly unzipped his
pants. 
marlin tried to beg him,  "lease let e go. I ant y o-y" The man smiled
at her and 
pressed his flaccid cock into her mouth. Her head was  so small the
man's 
hands almost smothered it as he grabbed it and started raping her
face.

Marlin gagged as the cock became ridged. She's never tasted prick
before. It 
was warm and putrid in her  mouth. she shut her eyes tight, hoping it
would be 
over soon.

But the man had no intention of giving her rest. He pounded her sweet
face 
harder and faster until he almost  came, then he pulled out and waited
to get 
soft again. Waiting, he smacked her face and twisted her tiny
nipples. Marlin 
complained and jerked as much as she could.

Hard again, he reinserted his cock into her tiny mouth. Her mouth was
so 
small he couldn't get much of it in,  but he pressed it down into her
throat and 
let her tortured gagging massage his prick. Holding his prick in  her
gagging 
face, he removed his belt and began whipping her backside and arms.
The 
belt left painful, nasty  welts, but the red-headed whore couldn't do
anything 
about it. The cock gagging her prevented her from  screaming.

After fifteen minutes of raping her face, the man finally bucked,
thrust forward, 
and shot a load of hot cum  deep into her throat. The teenager gagged
on the 
disgusting sperm, but the man happily rammed it into her  belly with
his cock.
Then he pulled up his pants and left. But if the red-head thought she
would be 
left alone, stuck and strung- up like she was, she was dead wrong.
another 
man came in and repeated the face-fucking procedure. several  more men

came in and lined up behind him. Marlin cried in her bonds as one man
after 
another left his spunk  on her face, but she could do nothing to
prevent the 
cocks from invading her.

"She better get used to it," said Samual, "cause we aren't gonna feed
her. all 
she gets to eat from now until  the day she dies is cum."

Ten men in all fucked her face. At the end, gobs of white cum ran from
her 
nose and cheeks and eyes,  dripping down onto her tits and the floor.
Marlin 
cried with shame.

Then a hooded man bearing a whip came in, driving another slut before
him. 
He forced her to crawl on all  fours. Each time she paused, he whipped
her 
ass or back or thighs, leaving bright red marks. The blond had  huge
tits that 
hung to the floor. To these orbs were attached painful teethed clamps,
biting 
into her nipples  and soft flesh. Mark saw other signs of abuse on her
-- raw 
and sore whip marks from countless beatings.  Burn-marks on her
thighs.

Mike got a good laugh as the man drove this dog to Marlin. There, he 
commanded her to lick up all the cum  from the floor and Marlin's
body. The 
whore knew enough by now not to disobey. While she licked up the  cum
with 
a swollen tongue, the man behind her ferociously whipped her back.
Marlin 
was terrified by all of  this, but could do nothing.

When the slave and slave-driver left, ten more men walked into the
room and 
fucked the teens face. Bruises  were starting to form on her face
where the 
men had passionately slapped her. some men bit and tugged at  her
nipples, 
and they started swelling up. The girl shivered and moaned in her
bonds, but 
she was absolutely  helpless. Later, Samual explained, she be turned
around 
and all the men would get a shot at her asshole. He  imagined it would
be 
incredibly tight and great fun to rape.

"Happy birthday, Marlin!" waved Mike as they went to the next window.
All she 
got for her birthday was  cocks and cum. All she would ever get was
cocks and 
cum. The teenage bitch didn't deserve anything better.

*******************

10: Kim was next. They had kidnapped her from her bedroom, and brought

along some of her things.  Samual showed Mike some of the pictures
they'd 
stolen of her from her room. He particularly likes one -  Kim leaning
back on a 
bed, long brown hair slung over one shoulder, red lips partly open. He
could 
just see  her nipples through the lace teddy she was wearing.

Of course, Mike could just look in the room and see her nipples. She
was lying 
unconscious and naked on  the floor. Next to her lay the black teddy.

when the doe-eyed bitch finally awoke, she was terrified to find
herself locked 
naked in a barren room. she  huddled in the corner, concealing her
luscious 
meat, and called out, "Hello? Anybody there? Where am I?"  The men
just 
watched the cunt for a while, drinking in her fear.

Then a man's voice came over the loudspeaker, "Put the lace teddy on,
now!"

Hesitating, but glad for at least partial relief of her nudity, Kim
crawled over to 
the teddy and quickly slipped  it on. Her perfect globe tits strained
in the 
delicate fabric.

Then she stood up, trembling. The men drunk up her creamy thighs and
sexy 
curves for a moment, then...

The door to the room jerked open and two men in football uniforms
rushed in, 
screaming, "Get the filthy  whore!" and "Grab the fucking bitch!" Kim
could 
only take one stumbling step backward before the first  man tackled
her by her 
midriff, 

*Aiiigghhh*UMPH*AGGGHHHCCC* shrieked the stupid bitch as her
assailant 
threw her to the ground.

The heavy man got of the fragile girl, who lay trembling on the floor,
"Get up! 
get up now bitch!" snarled  the football player who'd tackled her.
Hesitatingly, 
fearfully, the sexy young woman clad only in a teddy got  to her
shaking feet, 
brushing her long hair out of her eyes, staring at the man in fear.

Smiling, the man punched her in the stomach. 

*EIUNG* grunted the bitch and double over, clutching her  belly. But
the other 
man stood behind her and grabbed her elbows and forced her back
upright. 

The man  who'd hit her stared into her watery, pained, fearful eyes.
Then he 
slapped her creamy cheek and her head  snapped one way. He smacked her

head back the other way. Looking at her gorgeous melons contained
within 
the teddy, he punched them both. Kim screamed and struggled hopelessly
at 
the abusive men. This brought  only laughter from the men. He smacked
her 
pretty face again, bringing her finally to tears.

Then the man not holding he bitch brought out a large bag filled with
lumpy 
objects. "The stuff we got from  her bedroom," said Samual.

One by one, the man pulled out Kim's things, explaining their new use
to her 
sobbing face.

"This here's a hairbrush. We will use it to smack your tits. I bet
it'll leave quite 
the nice bruise on your tit- meat."

"Here's an old plastic ruler, left over from your high-school days.
Your fine ass 
will be able to take quite a  pounding from this."

"How bout this curling iron. Always good for a little anal raping. If
we plug it in, 
we can elicit quite a few  screams from you.."

"Here's something interesting -- two feet, five inches wide cardboard
tube. You 
haven't opened it yet? I hope  you know what's inside it, cause one
thing for 
sure, before long into be inside you!"

The men couldn't wait to see the brunette impaled on the thing, and
they 
laughed at the thought. Kim started  howling and weeping, and she
slumped to 
the floor, where the men kicked her in the belly and tits.

Grabbing her, forcing the sobbing bitch to stand up, the man continued
with 
the exploration of the bag,  "Sewing needles -- good for breast
piercing..."

They continued with the inventory for a bit, then they called a time
out. During 
this time out, they hog-tied  their bitch really tight, but not
gagging her to hear 
her scream. He pussy was still covered lightly by the  teddy, but the
turned her 
over and kicked her pussy for a while anyway. Kim screamed like they
were 
killing  her and tried to worm away, but her silky long hair made a
fine leash.

When the break was over, they untied their girl and yanked her upright
again. 

She was obviously in a lot of  pain, and she muttered, "please...
please..." over 
and over again.

"Hey!" one of the men shouted, "the whore is begging us to do her."

"well," said the other, bringing out Kim's stolen hairbrush, "let's
not disappoint 
her,"

While the one held the captive bitch still, the other cut off the
straps of the 
teddy. Then he slowly pulled the  cups of it down, uncovering her
firm, adult 
melons. The man whistled, "Nice tits."

He stroked them gently, rubbing the nipples. Against her will, Kim's
body 
responded and her nipples grew  hard. "Like that, Kimi? Just goes to
prove, 
you're a slut like all woman -- a little stimulation, and your bodies
betray your 
overrated minds."

He rubbed the thick spines of the brush over her nipples. She watched
the 
brush with fear. "Tell ya what,  cunt -- count each blow I land and
your nice 
titties here, and I'll stop after five." he lifted her face up by the
chin, "OK?"

Kim mutely nodded.

The man smiles and raised his arm. He held it for a moment and then

**SMACK** her left tit rippled under the blow. 

Kim tossed her pretty head back and screamed,  "aaaannnnnhhhhh!!! --
o-o-n-
e"

"Good girl," the man said, stroking her hair, "continue counting and
this whole 
ordeal will be over with  shortly."

He raised his arm

**SMACK** on her other tit

"Aiiigghh - twuh!" screamed Kim.

He swatted her dead-center on her nipple.

"AAAhhhh!!!! - tree!"

The man behind her reached around and squeezed both of her delicious
tits 
before the next blow, which  scored a point right where her left
breast met her 
chest. She screamed out "FOR!", her face twisted in pain,  tears
falling from 
her eyes.

Laughing, the man delivered the fifth blow, harder than all the
others, she 
jerked and wailed out five, then  slumped, thinking her ordeal over.
But the 
man beating her said, "Five? That was four, bitch! Count right!"  He
grinned 
like a maniac.

The poor girl looked up at him, her face tired and strained, "no...
please, it was 
five."

The man holding her pinched her nipples and said, "I think she's
trying to 
cheat us!"

"Yeah!" cried the other man and drew his arm back. 

Kim moaned, "please... no... morrAAAGGGHHH!" the  bristles of the
brush 
smacked her smooth tit-meat again. when she didn't count the stroke,
the man 
told her  her punishment would be fifteen  more.

By the time the fifteen were done, her breasts were covered with
bright welts. 
Her gorgeous body was stiff  with pain, and she moaned and cried,
barely 
gasping out each number.

"Now," said the one beating her, "Your turn" and he handed the brush
to his 
friend. When the brunette  realized her sore and swollen teats would
be 
beaten again, she screamed anew and struggled, but the man  held her
tight 
for her abuse, smiling as she wailed with pain.

Her delicious orbs got ten more whacks each with the hairbrush.
Finally, the 
second man finished. The man  reached out and fondles her tits, as did
the ma 
holding her. The examined their work roughly, pinching and  pulling
while Kim 
moaned, four hands feeling her tortured tits.

The men left Kim hogtied on the floor while they went to relax and get

refreshments. No sense wearing  themselves out. Samual and Mike also
had 
drinks and made some small-talk during this period.
Kim had finally managed to go to sleep when the two men came back into
the 
room. The bitch came wide  awake when they yanked her up by her hair.
She 
yowled and tried to fight back, but she was still hogtied.

Next from the bag of Kim's stuff came the plastic ruler. The forced
her to the 
ground on all fours after  untying her. The man in front of her pulled
out her 
arms and set his knees down on her hands. She looked up  at him with 
pleading eyes, but he had no mercy for a hot cunt like her.

The man behind her, with the ruler, spread her thighs apart. The lace
teddy 
just barely covered her well- formed ass-crack, leaving the rest of
her creamy 
cheeks exposed.

Kim didn't scream, just grunted on the first blow. This didn't hurt as
much as 
getting her breasts beaten. But  the man behind her kept up rapid fire
blows to 
her cheeks, watching the flesh ripple and pinch under the  plastic,
until she 
started a high-pitched wail. "Listen to the bitch go!" he said.

After fifty rapid stroked, the man stopped. When Kim tried to leave
her doggy-
style position, they kicked  and slapped and jerked her back into
place. Then 
the other man continued beating her bright red ass-cheeks.  He also
added 
her thighs into the torture. One-hundred strokes, and the brunettes
skin began 
to welt and  tear.

after beating her ass, they kept her in that position even though she
moaned 
and cries and begged them to  stop. They brought out her curling iron.
They 
cut out the strip of silk covering her hole and peeled it back
revealing the 
puckered opening. They whacked her tail-bone with the metal implement 
twice. When she felt  the cold metal against her butthole she
whimpered and 
tried to crawl away. But again her hair came in useful  in restraining
her.

The men watched as they pushed the curling-iron into her anus. She
clenched 
it tight, groaning against the  intrusion. This suited the men just
fine.

Finally, brute force tore her muscle open and the metal shaft slid in.
Kim 
jumped and bucked, trying to  dislodge it, but the men held her
firmly. She 
wailed and cried as the began humping her with it. Her butthole
spasmed and 
a thin stream of shit dribbled out. The men put a bowl under her to
collect the 
shit for her to  eat later.


Five minutes of anal raping and the men got their prize dildo out --
the 
monstrous cardboard tube. They  removed the curling-iron; it was
covered with 
shit. They washed it off in the woman's pussy before putting it  away.

Five inches was almost wide than the girl was, but the men were going
to try. 
One man positioned the tube  while the other inserted his two hands
into the 
girls cunt and pulled it open wide. Kim was completely  miserable. She
had 
never guessed such disgusting things could happen to her. She was in
shock.

It was difficult going, especially with the unwilling bitches
struggles, but they 
managed to get an inch of the  5" thick cardboard tube into her pussy.
More 
grinding and shoving got another inch into the babes pussy. It  ripped
the 
delicate walls and she started bleeding. This was the worst pain she'd
felt yet 
and her screams  were like a rabbits.

"Pig! Slut! I bet you enjoy this!" she tried to tell them no!, to beg
them to stop, 
but all that came out were  high-pitched gurgles.

When they had four inches of the tube into her, they stopped. Again
they 
hogtied her so that she couldn't  dislodge the tube, turned off the
lights, and 
left.

Mike smiled, "Man, I almost came in my pants on that one! I wonder
what it 
would have been like had they  actually hurt her!?"

Samual sighed, "They were too gentle with her, yes. But in the days
and 
months to come, I'm sure she'll  receive much worse..."

************************
 
11: Bound and gagged, Stacey quivered on the floor. Vibrators in her
ass and 
pussy kept her awake. She was thoroughly tied - no part of her free to
move, 
but her effective restraints left a lot of skin exposed. Her arms were
drawn 
behind her back, and locked in a bright red sheath. The side straps of
white 
tape squished in her skin, keeping her contained arms pressing
painfully 
against her back. 

Two of the straps pushed down and up on her bouncy tits. Mike saw days
of 
abuse on them -- they were bruised and swelling. A man had pierced her
tits 
with many needles and had forgotten to remove some of them. Stacey's
long, 
tan legs were taped to the legs of the stool she sat on.
A rope hung down from the ceiling and knotted about her permed golden
hair, 
keeping her from slouching over. Both of the dildos were too big and
long for 
her narrow fuck-holes, but she was sitting on them, so they stayed
imbedded 
their full length. dried tears matted her thirty-year old face. 

Her gag was simple but effective: a big ball of wadded up tape pried
between 
her teeth and held their with more tape going down back her neck. This
and 
the rope pulling patiently at her hair forced her face up and exposed
her neck. 
Mike could see bite and whip marks there.

"How long has she been here?" asked Mike.

"Four days already. She's gotten a little boring though, so she was
put on the 
expendable list..."

As they were talking, a sleepy-eyes man walked in. He yawned and
petted her 
thigh. He put his mouth to her left nipple. Mike thought he was just
sucking on 
it, but then there was a splurt of blood and Stacey screamed into the
gag. He'd 
bitten off her nipple!

Chewing on the tasty morsel slowly, he examined her bonds, making sure
she 
had no freedoms, and checked the dildos to make sure the batteries
weren't 
wearing down.

Another man carried in an electric fryer, plugged it in then left. The
man 
chewing her nipples took a large glass and walked over to her. He
grabbed her 
bleeding tit and pulled it out and down, pumping and pulling on it
until the glass 
filled with Stacey's blood. Stacey was screaming during this, and
screamed 
even harder when he took an acetylene torch and cauterized where her 
nipples had been, leaving an ugly black burn.

Setting the cup of blood next to the frittle, he took a stake knife
and went back 
to Stacey. He squeezed both her tits, testing their firmness, before
selecting 
the underside of her right tit, and tugging it firmly, sliced off a
hunk if meat. He 
also decided to take a slice of the soft flesh right next to her
pussy-lips. Then 
he fried his meal, ate it and left. More men came in. Several started
beating 
her backside and arms mercilessly with meat tenderizers while other
cut off 
choice selections of her body. Mike waited until both her tits had
been cut off, 
then he went to see one of the other captives.


Interlude:

After seeing Stacey's tits get cut off and eaten, Mike realized he was
hungry. 
Samual led him to the snack room. Mike found the method of payment for
the 
food quite enjoyable -- a nude and bound five year old was strapped to
the 
table. Already there were dildos in her tiny ass and cunt, and cum on
her 
darling face. All he had to do to gain entrance was make the little
girl scream, 
which he did by grabbing her boy-like nipples and digging his finger
nails into 
it, drawing blood.

coming into the room, they found a 40-year old blond attached to a
chair by a 
thick chain from the thick leather doggie-collar at her throat; her
hand were 
roped together behind her and held at the small of her back by another
rope 
looped tight about her waste. She was naked, and her tits were still
firm.

"This is Ms. Monica Penny. She is the mother of the darling bitch
outside. She 
must please all men who come in or we will kill her darling daughter."

Mike sat in the chair she was chained to and ordered the slut to suck
him off. 
She kneeled before him. she asked, scared, "m-may I use m-my hands, m-
master?"

Mike slapped her, "No, slut. Use your tongue. f you don't make me cum
and 
swallow all of it, I'll kill your daughter personally,"

Put in her place, the bitch began to lap at his cock (he had pulled it
out of his 
pants). as her hot tongue licked his fat prick, mike ordered some
food. He ate 
it hungrily. When he finished eating and felt himself about to explode
into the 
bitch's face, he grabbed her blond hair and forced his cock deep into
her 
throat. She gagged and cried, and his dick pulsed as the cum squirted
out of it.

He let go of her, and she moved her head back. "Did I tell you to stop
licking, 
bitch!" he slapped a tit. Moaning, the frightened mother began to lap
at his 
softening prick again.

Sam and Mike talked for a while, then Sam asked, "So, how's the dick-
sucker?"

Mike thought about it and said, "Well, it does feel good to have my
cock 
sucked, but... she's not the best I've ever had. If she wants her
fuck-bag 
daughter to survive the night, she'll have to do a lot better..."
He glanced down at Monica, who whimpered and began sucking on his
balls 
in earnest. It's not fair, she thought, I'm doing the best I can. Her
tongue slip up 
the length of his re-stiffening shaft.

Mike grabbed Monica's hair and jerked her head up to look into her
eyes. They 
had tears in them. He smacked her face and laughed at her miserable 
expression, then forced her head back down to his cock while he and
Samual 
talked business.

Half an hour later, Monica's tongue was getting tired, but she dared
not stop. 
But she didn't have long to wait. 

Samual and Mike stood up. Samual pulled the bitch's head back while
Mike 
masturbated over her wide-eyed helpless face. His goblet of cum was
well 
aimed and smacked her in her left eye. She closed her eyes, but Mike 
demanded she open them. His cum mixed with her tears and irritated her

eyeball, cum running down from her eye like tears.

Leaving, Samual yanked the mother up by her hair and said, "Stand up
bitch. 
Here come some more men..."

Three men walked into the room. Mike recognized two of them -- one of
the 
men who had entertained himself with Deborah and then Brandy's lucky 
daddy. They were laughing and swapping stories.

The man whom Mike didn't recognize got the chair with Monica. He
dropped 
his pants and demanded that she lick his asshole. She was shocked and 
hesitated, but the man slapped her and she forced herself down and
stuck her 
tongue, not rested from sucking cock yet, into the mans smelly ass.
She 
whimpered and cried, so the man started grinding his ass into her
face.

Outside, Mike saw the men had paid. There was even more cum on the
little 
girls quivering face and a needle was stuck through her tiny tit. Mike
jerked up 
on the needle as he passed, and got a satisfying little yelp.

12: "This is Missy. 20 years old. We've had her for over a week, and
haven't 
fed her yet. Notice her ribs are starting to show through her skin."

Tears ran down Missy's slightly pudgy face; her thick black hair was
all in 
disarray about her face. A tight cloth gagged stretched her pale lips
back 
around her teeth. 
Tight cords around her chest served to hold her arms still and
emphasize her 
pointy breasts. Her forearms had been bound together behind her back,
as 
had her lower legs, on which she was now forced to sit.

Missy looked up at the man in the room with her. He was thin and
young, not 
much older than Missy herself.

"He asked her out on a date. she refused. we snared her for him. he's
let her 
starve for a week. let's watch and see what he does with her..."

First, the boy just walked around her slowly, listening to her
frightened 
breathing, occasionally swatting her lightly with a buggy-whip,
watching her 
squirm.

Then, he decided. He did not start out gentle. Getting behind her, he
pushed 
her face into the ground, so that her naked butt perked up into the
air. He 
stretched the bitch's pussy wide and then inserted several tiny spiked
balls. 
Missy whined.

Then, he took a thing electrical wire and prodded her clit with it.
The girl 
clenched her pussy muscles hard to avoid further stabbings; this
caused the 
caltrops in her to pierce her tender pink cunt-wall. She screamed in
pain. The 
boy smiled. Now her took out a short but very thick dildo and used it
to plug 
her pussy. This dildo had clamps on the bottom. He used these to
secure the 
thing in her by her pussy-lips.

He grabbed her hair and slowly pulled the crying bitch back into a
sitting 
position. Moans escaped her gag and she looked up at him with tortured
eyes. 
Grabbing a tit, he pulled it up. He had a tight toothed clamp which he
attached 
to her tiny nipple. The teeth bit cruelly into her flesh and drops of
blood fell. To 
the clamp, he attached a five-pound weight. This stretched her tit
some, and 
she tried to bend over to relieve the weight. But the boy wasn't done
with her 
yet. He held her sitting up by her hair and whipped her clamped tit
with a stiff 
wire whisk. It left evil red marks in her skin and some trails of
blood.

Next, he repeated the process on her other tit. When he was done with
that, 
he tied her hair to a hook dangling from the ceiling and yanked her up
until her 
feet left the ground. He attached more weights to her tits until they
were 
stretched out almost half a foot. The suffering girl cried and tried
to beg hi to 
stop, but she should have thought of that before she rejected him...

There were other girls in the Zoo: a brunette strapped down and
getting her 
large breasts whipped by five men; a blond locked in a stock, whose
pretty ass 
was being used as a dart-board; a teenager made to sit on a
dildo-chair 
covered with many spikes. Mike looked at them all, and decided this
was the 
place for him.


WHITE SLAVE

Chapter I

The haze was starting to lift. Kelly felt as though she had been on a
3 day 
drunk. Her vision was blurry but was quickly becoming normal. She
found 
herself fastened to some platform in an X shape. There was a curtain
in front 
of her with lights on the other side. She could hear voices from the
lighted 
room but could not make out what was being said.

She slowly started to remember what had happened. She was going to the

corner store. It was  late evening. While she was walking along, a
black van 
had pulled up beside her. She completely ignored it when two figures
jumped 
out, put a hood over her head and shoved her into the back of the van.
She 
then felt a sharp jab in her arm and had blacked out.

She tried to move but could not. She then realized that she could also
not 
open her mouth because of 2 leather straps that criss-crossed her face
and 
held a sort of a muzzle keeping her lower jaw tightly shut. She
suddenly 
became very frightened.

The lights on the other side of the curtain went out and the murmurs
stopped. 
She saw the curtains open but could see nothing once they were
compeltely 
opened and had stopped. A bright light was turned on that was aimed
directly 
at her from the other side of the room. She squinted but could not see
who 
was there.

"Good evening Gentlemen and welcome", said a voice on a microphone.
"Let 
me give you the details of our offering: female caucasion; aged 18;
green 
eyes; black hair; weight 105 lbs; height 5'4; vital statistics:
35-23-34. With the 
proper training and conditioning, this exquisite body will provide
some many 
lucky man with many years of sexual pleasure... if the price is
right".

To her horror, Kelly realized that it was she who was being described.
As the 
voice spoke, she was slowly being turned around on the platform that
she was 
fastened to. She tried to scream but only produced a muffled sound
barely 
audible over the speaker's voice.

Although she didn't know it, she had been smuggled out of the country
and 
was now in an old abandoned theatre somewhere in Casablanca where
girls 
were auctioned off on the White Slave market. 
Although the bright spotlight prevented her from seeing the audience,
it was 
made up of wealthy African, Middle Eastern and Asian men who had a 
weakness for pretty young white girls.

"As is our policy Gentlemen, we do not show any more of our
merchandise 
than you see now but you will agree by the tight jeans and flimsy
tee-shirt that 
this is indeed a fine specimen. We will start the bidding at 50
thousand for this 
raven haired beauty".

"50 thousand", Kelly heard someone say in a heavy accent. "75
thousand. 100 
thousand".

" I have 100 thousand" said the voice over the microphone. " Do I have
125 
thousand ?". And so the bidding went. Kelly was terrified. She must be
having 
a nightmare. But it was all so real... She struggled against her bonds
and 
uttered muffled protests that went unheard.

"I have 250 thousand. Do I have 275 thousand ? 250 thousand going
once... 
250 thousand going twice... Sold for 250 thousand US dollars. Payment
is 
required in small bills immediately. Your goods will be delivered to
the 
worldwide location of your choice within 12 hours. Thank you
Gentlemen. I 
look forward to our next auction. Good night".

Just then, the bright light went out and kelly felt a hood being
placed over her 
head. Then a sharp jab in her arm and then she blacked out.

Chapter II

Kelly felt herself slowly coming out of a deep sleep. She tried to
move but was 
bound hand and foot. She looked around the room. She appeared to be in

some kind of huge tent. She was lying on some big cushions that had
been 
spread out on the floor.

Gradually, everything became clearer and she remembered her previous 
terrifying experience. Just then, a curtain was pulled aside and in
walked a 
very fat little arabic looking man wearing a funny costume and turban.
He must 
have weighed over 300 pounds. He was followed by a giant of a man who
was 
naked except for a turban.

"Ah, I see that my new toy is awake" said the fat man. 

Kelly tried to scream but only produced a muffled sound because of the

muzzle that she was still wearing. "... and it has spirit. We have
done well 
Abdul. I am pleased".

He walked over and touched her on the cheek. She immediately drew
away.

"I will return in 30 days, Abdul. See that she is properly trained for
when I 
return. But remember that when training a thouroughbred, you musn't
break its 
spirit. Use the whip when necessary but leave no marks. I look forward
to 
returning".

With that, the fat man stared hungrily at Kelly and then left the
room. She was 
left alone with the giant. He must have measured 6'6" and was very
muscular. 
As Kelly was staring at him in terror, she noticed the huge organ
between his 
legs. It hung limp and must have measured 10" in length. His balls
were the 
size of lemons. She winced and tried once again to scream but only
produced 
a muffled sound.

He walked over to her and towered above her. "You are probably
wondering 
where you are", he said. "We are in His Royal Highness Sheik Kareem
Jabal 
Hakeem's palace. The Shiek's palace is in Bakou in northern India".
With that, 
Kelly eyes widened in terror.

"His Royal Highness has purchased you. And just as a fine horse must
be 
trained, so you must be trained. You will be trained to give him
sexual 
pleasure". Kelly was so terrified that she couldn't move. "Failure to
give him 
pleasure will result in 2 things", continued Abdul. "First, I will be
put to death, 
most horribly and second, you will either be sold to one of Calcutta's
hundreds 
of bordellos or you will be given to his army to do with as they wish.
Life in 
either situation is measured in weeks, perhaps days. If someone else
does not 
kill you, you will probably end your own life".

"So you see, since I do not wish to die, there is really no choice in
the matter. 
You will be trained to give him the utmost sexual pleasure. Your first
lesson 
begins tomorrow. Sleep well my child".

With that, he left the room. Kelly was held in utmost disbelief. This
couldn't be 
happening. White Slavery didn't exist in the 1990's. As much as she
wished to 
wake up from a bad dream, she knew only too well that this was really 
happening. She tried to get up but her bonds were secure. She
struggled in 
vain and after a few desperate hours, she fell asleep.
Chapter III

Kelly was gently awakened by 2 naked females. She woke up with a start
but 
they silently reassured her not to be frightened. She looked at them
with 
terrified eyes but somehow knew that they would not hurt her.

They untied her feet and helped her up. Two naked men came into the
room 
and she immediately saw that they were eunuchs. Their penis had been 
cleanly sliced off at the base leaving only their testicles intact.
Kelly looked at 
them in disbelief. They were there to make sure that she did not try
to escape.

One of the females untied her hands but the muzzle was left in place. 
Realizing that resistance was futile, Kelly just stood there
helplessly. When 
one of the females tried to remove her tee-shirt, Kelly drew back. The
2 
eunuchs made a move towards her but were stopped by the females. One
of 
them again tried to remove her tee-shirt but this time, Kelly did not
resist. She 
knew that if she did, that it would be forcibly removed.

They pulled her tee-shirt over her head freeing her firm breasts. The
females 
untied her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Next her panties were
removed 
and she stood there, naked and helpless in front of her captors. Her
clothes 
were given to one of the eunuchs who then left the room.

Followed by the remaining eunuch, they led her into an adjoining room.
It 
contained a huge swimming pool that must have measured 20 square feet.

She was led over to the pool and all three descened into it by the
steps that 
were at one end. Kelly realized that they were standing in a huge
bathtub.

One of the females started to lather her back while the other started
washing 
her front. Kelly was repulsed by this and objected with a muffled
sound. The 
females looked over at the eunuch and Kelly once again realized that 
resistance was hopeless. The female in front lathered her hands with 
perfumed soap and slowly began messaging her breasts. Kelly didn't
know 
what to do. 

The female gently messaged her breasts and fingered her nipples. She
gently 
ran her hands all over her breasts and teased them with expert hands.
Slowly 
Kelly's nipples began to stand erect. The female rinsed the soap off
her 
breasts and slowly began to bend forward. Kelly knew what was going to

happen and tensed up.

The female extended her tongue and lovingly licked Kelly's erect
nipple. Kelly 
winced but stood still. Her expert tongue lovingly circled her nipple
and teased 
it to full erection. She did the same to her other nipple until they
were both 
standing straight out begging for more attention. She then opened her
mouth 
and sucked one breast in her mouth. Kelly was at the same time,
repulsed yet 
sexual arousal was stirring deep down inside despite herself.

The other female was gently caressing her back. Her spine tingled from
this 
dual teasing. The female ran her expert hands up and down her back and

lovingly massaged her firm but small ass. Her hands fondled her ass
cheeks. 
She knelt down in the water and gentle kisses were expertly placed all
over 
her ass. The female's tongue darted out and started slowly following
the crack 
of her ass. Her hands spread her cheeks as her tongue probed for the
elusive 
opening that it sought.

Kelly involuntarily tensed her rectal muscles to prevent the unwanted
assault. 
The female took this as a challenge and forcibly spread her cheeks
open wider 
until the tiny pink opening was exposed. She smile and ran her tongue
down 
Kelly's crack to the vulnerable opening. She teassed it wijth her
tongue and 
suddenly darted it inside her ass hole. Kelly winced but the female
had already 
breached her hole and was driving her tongue deep inside it.

While sucking one of her breasts, the female in front of her lowered
one hand 
and gently started massaging Kelly's mound. She ran her fingers
through a 
wisp of jet black hair and gently sought the opening between her legs.
Kelly 
unknowingly opened her legs slightly and the female slipped her finger
inside 
her slit and started rubbing her clit. She then started to remove her
muzzle. 
When it was off, the female in front of her kissed her full on the
lips. Kelly was 
surprised but did not resist. Suddenly, the female's tongue darted
into her 
warm mouth probing its depths. Kelly began sucking her tongue and was 
starting to enjoy this forced lovemaking.

The combined attentions of both women were driving Kelly's sexual
pleasure 
to new heights. She had only masterbated herself and had never had sex
with 
anyone else. As a result, she rapidly felt herself reaching a climax. 

The females realized it as soon as she did and increased their tempo
of 
stimulation. Within seconds, Kelly felt herself exploding and felt
warm juices 
running between her legs.


When it was over, the two females thouroughly washed her and applied 
several kinds of exotic perfume. When they were finished, she was led
back to 
her room. When they entered, Abdul was there waiting for them. He
looked at 
the two women who then bowed and left the room. Only the eunuch
remained. 
Kelly was frightened once more.

"The first thing that you must learn is that you must fall to your
knees and bow 
your head when a man enters the room. This is to show you that all men
are 
superior to you." Kelly had always been easily influenced and was
beginning to 
show resignation to her fate.

"On your knees" he said. Kelly obediently fell to her knees and bowed
her 
head. The giant smiled in approval. He moved closer to her and stood
directly 
in front of her.

"The second thing that you must learn is not to speak unless you are
spoken 
to. When you are spoken to, you must reply 'Yes master' or 'No
Master'. You 
must not speak unless spoken to.

"Now you must learn how to stimulate a man's cock to get him ready for
sexual 
intercourse. There are several ways to do this. The first way is
through manual 
stimulation. Take my cock in your right hand and feel it". Kelly
didn't move but 
stayed there kneeling in front of him with her head bowed. Suddenly
she felt 
the sting of something on her ass and yelled in pain. The eunuch had
given 
her a taste of the broad flat leather strap that was used for corporal

punishment. She immediately raised her hand and put it on his giant
cock.

"Excellent. Now slowly start masterbating it" said Abdul. Kelly slowly
started 
masterbating his cock. At first nothing happened but then she slowly
felt the 
huge organ come to life. It began getting hard and began raising it's
head like 
a huge prehistoric lizard. She continued this masterbation until it
was fully 
erect. She was directly in front of the blind monster and was awed at
its size. It 
must have measured over 12 inches in length fully erect.

"The second method is by using your mouth", said Abdul. Kelly raised
her eyes 
to his and pleaded with him not to do this. "Silence", said Abdul as
the leather 
strap once more stung her ass. Kelly winced and stared at the huge
cock in 
front of her face. She slowly opened her mouth and put her lips on the
huge 
head.

"Now feel it with your tongue", said Abdul. 
Kelly obediently touched the slit in his cock with her tongue. She ran
her 
tongue all over the huge head. Abdul grabbed the back of her head and 
started pushing his huge rod into her mouth. He then began pushing her
head 
over his cock in a bobbing motion. He let her head go and Kelly
continued her 
oral masterbation of his big cock. She slowly sucked as much of it as
she 
could into her mouth and then brought it slowly back out again. She
licked it 
and teased it with her teeth. Abdul seemed pleased as a faint smile
crossed 
his lips.

This continued for about 20 minutes and Kelly's mouth was getting
sore. She 
dared not show it for fear of getting another stroke of the lash. She
then felt the 
huge organ tense up and somehow sensed that the end was near. Abdul 
jerked as he involuntarily started to come in her mouth. As soon as
the first 
drop of cum gushed forth, Kelly instinctively pulled her head back.
Before she 
could remove the cock from her mouth, however, Abdul grabbed the back
of 
her head and held the head of his cock just inside her mouth. Without 
pumping it, he let his massive organ spew its contents inside.

With her mouth impaled on his cock, Kelly had no choice in the matter.
She 
felt his hot salty cum flow into her mouth seemingly without end. She
felt like 
gagging but forced herself to swallow it. He ejaculated for what
seemed like 
hours to Kelly. Although she didn't notice it, Abdul had released her
head. But 
she kept sucking on it until the very last drop of semen had entered
her mouth. 
Not knowing what to do next, she held it in her mouth. She began to
feel it 
slowly go limp as she licked the last bit of cum from the tip. Abdul
pulled it out 
of her mouth and smiled approvingly.

"Excellent", he said. "Your mouth has been gifted to suck a man's
cock. With 
the proper training, you will quickly become an expert cock sucker".

Chapter IV

Abdul then laid down on the floor and motioned Kelly to get down on
her hands 
and knees. She did not move immedialtely and so she felt the sting of
the 
eunuch's whip on her ass. She quickly got down on all fours.

"To make sure that you do not forget your place", said Abdul, "your
master will 
periodically whip you. This will not be a severe beating but more as a
sort of 
foreplay for him".


As he spoke, the eunuch approached Kelly as she remained on her hands
and 
knees. Suddenly, she felt a light sting on her ass. She winced but it
was not 
hard enough to cause more than a moment's pain. The eunuch continued 
whacking her bare ass with the leather strap. At first, she was
humiliated and 
the sting made her feel uncomfortable. 

As the whipping continued, she began to get more and more aroused at
the 
thought of being subjugated and humiliated in front of her master. Her
ass was 
tingling as the eunuch continued his light spanking. Kelly closed her
eyes as 
she felt the sexual whipping take its effect. Her ass had taken on a
light red 
shade that contrasted nicely with her peaches and cream complexion.

As quickly as he had started, the eunuch stopped. Kelly's ass was red
and 
tingling. Abdul motioned her to come to him. She quickly went over to
where 
he was lying. He looked at his cock and she understood. She went over
and 
like a dog, bent down and took his limp cock in her mouth. She quickly

swallowed as much as she could of his limp weapon. She greedily sucked
on 
his shaft until she felt the headless warrior come to life in her warm
mouth. 
She continued to suck and lick it until it stood at attention.

Abdul got up and got on top of her. Kelly was breathing hard and knew
what 
was coming. Although she was still a virgin, the spanking that she had
just 
gotten plus the cock that she had just sucked hard had gotten her as
ready as 
she would ever be. Abdul's huge frame lay on top of her but he
supported his 
weight on his strong arms. Kelly spread her legs in anticipation of
her first fuck.

Abdul brought her spreadeagled legs straight up and held them
straight. He 
looked down and saw her pink slit ready for his blind lizard. His cock
hung just 
above her opening as if the huge beast was sniffing its prey before
eating it. 
He placed his cock on her vagina and gave a gentle push. The huge head

disapeared into her hot opening without effort. 

Once the head was buried in her muff, it looked like an ancient
warrior that had 
been beheaded on the battle field. Abdul pushed again but met with 
resistance. Kelly virginal membrane was still intact. Abdul smiled as
this was 
one of the few virgins that he had had the pleasure of deflowering. He
pushed 
harder and Kelly winced. She was clutching at his back in anticipation
of the 
pain that was about to follow.

Abdul gave a final shove and his weapon sliced cleanly through her
hymen. 
Kelly's eyes closed because of the pain. 
Abdul retreated until his shaft was almost completly out of her fiery
cave. He 
lunged again and this time his cock found no resistance. Kelly's face
showed 
the pain that she was undergoing but that just seemed to encourage
Abdul to 
thrust harder and faster. As he began to fuck her, Kelly sensed the
pain 
subsiding but was not yet enjoying her first sexual intercourse. Abdul
on the 
other hand seemed to be enjoying himself thouroughly. He continued
this 
rythmic fornication of his virgin slave.

After a few minutes, the pain subsided and Kelly began to feel
aroused. She 
clutched at his back and hips encouraging his sexual exploitation of
her most 
private parts. Abdul maintained his forceful fucking of his young
victim. His 
massive cock slithered in and out of her tight vagina as though a well
oiled 
piston in some huge machine. 

In and out his cock went steadily driving his captive toward greater
sexual 
frenzy. After 15 minutes of steady fucking, he sensed that his cock
was going 
to explode inside her.

Finally, he could hold back no longer and let forth a torrent of cum.
Kelly felt 
the hot semen invade her soaked pussy. The fiery hot cum seemed to
flow 
endlessly from his giant cock. Abdul finally spent himself inside
Kelly's twat 
and stood up in front of her.

"After you have been fucked, you must always lick the cock clean of
all juices", 
he said. Kelly got up and knelt down in front of him. She took his
huge limp 
tool in her mouth and once more tasted his salty sperm. 

She could also taste another fluid which she knew well. It was the
juice from 
her own cunt. Many times she had masterbated and licked her juices
from her 
fingers. Now she could taste it from the cock of her tormentor and
this seemed 
to excite her even more.

She licked and sucked his cock clean of both of their juices. She took
it in her 
mouth and lovingly sucked it even after it was clean. Abdul noticed
and 
grunted approvingly. She let it fall from her mouth when she was
finished. 
Then she knelt with bowed head in front of Abdul.

"You have done well today", he said. "Tomorrow, your training will
continue". 
With that, he left the room. Kelly fell down on the pillows exhausted
and cried 
herself to sleep.

Chapter V

The next morning, Kelly awoke and found a table covered with strange
and 
exotic foods. She had been so scared that she didn't realize how
hungry she 
was. She greedily ate down a hearty meal.

No sooner had she finished than two females came in and she was once
more 
led to the other room containing the huge bathtub. She was bathed
again with 
the usual lesbian lovemaking that accompanied the ritual. When they
were 
finished, she was led over to a table containing some things that she
did not 
quite see. She was told to bend over, grab her ankles and obediently 
complied. 

After about a minute in this humiliating position, she felt something
being 
inserted into her rectum. She opened her mouth in surprise but said
nothing. 
One of the females had began giving her an enema. She slowly inseted a
tube 
into her ass and began filling the other end with warm water. She
filled it until 
Kelly felt the warm water fill her bowels.

The female stopped and kelly was left in this humiliating position.
After a 
minute or so, she was permitted to sit on a gold plated toilet. She
let fly as 
everything poured out of her. This process was repeated until nothing 
remained inside her. She was then perfumed and led back to the other
room.

When they returned to the room, Abdul was waiting for them. Kelly
looked at 
him not knowing what to do. She suddenly felt the sharp sting of the
eunuch's 
leather whip on her ass. She understood immediately and went over and
knelt 
in front of Abdul, her head bowed.

"Suck my cock", he said. Kelly obediently took it in her mouth and
began 
fellating him as the eunuch continued his whip 'foreplay'. She sucked
and 
licked his cock to a glistening erection as her ass got redder and
redder. While 
concentrating on the task at hand, she looked up at Abdul and saw him 
standing there defiantly with folded arms staring down at her. She
immediately 
felt the sting of the whip on her ass and quickly understood that she
was to 
keep her eyes lowered.

"Now get on your hands and knees", said Abdul. Kelly obediently
assumed a 
position on all fours. One of the females came over and rubbed some
cream 
on Abdul's cock and he went around behind Kelly and knelt down. He
grabbed 
her ass and pulled her toward him. 
Kelly didn't have time to react before she felt his cock probing her
ass for her 
rectal opening. Before she knew what was happening, Abdul's huge prick
had 
found its target. Her rectum instinctively tightened which brought a
faint smile 
to his lips. He pushed slightly and the head of his cock easily
disappeared into 
her tiny pink opening. Her eyes closed at this humiliating invasion.
Abdul 
proudly observed his beheaded cock before thrusting it in further.
Kelly's 
mouth opened in pain but no sound came out. Abdul again looked down at
his 
cock before making it disappear entirely into Kelly's stretched ass
hole.

Kelly gasped as Abdul started fucking her ass in slow motion. He
particularly 
enjoyed bum fucking and it showed on his face. He slowly rocked
Kelly's hips 
back and forth with his huge hands impaling her rectum on his massive
cock. 
Her mouth was still open in silent protest. She knew that any sound
would 
bring swift retribution and endured her agony and humiliation in
silence. 
Meanwhile, Abdul continued pumping his weapon into her tender derrier.
He 
rocked her back and forth impaling her ass hole on his throbbing cock.
He 
increased his tempo as the tiny pink opening was beginning to stretch
to 
accomodate the invader. He quickened his pumping with his cock now
rapidly 
fucking her ass. The pain had subsided somewhat but not enough to make
it 
an enjoyable experience for Kelly.

By now, he was close to coming. Kelly sensed this as his cock swelled
even 
more and his paced quickened. She braced herself for the inevitable. 
Suddenly, Abdul thrust his cock deep into Kelly's rectum and held it
tight 
against her ass cheeks. He then exploded and Kelly could feel his hot
cum 
spew deep into her loins. He continued pumping his cum deep inside her
until 
he could pump no more.

He withdrew his limp cock slowly from her rectum. It fell limp between
his balls 
as he stood up and went around and stood in front of her. She dared
look up 
at him as he stood there in front of her with his arms folded. She
felt the sting 
of the whip once more and understood what she was to do next. She took
his 
cock in her hand and put it in her mouth to wash it off. All she could
taste was 
his salty come. The enema had done its job well. When she was
finished, she 
let it fall from her mouth.

Someone pushed her from behind so that she was once again on all
fours. 
She realized that it was the eunuch. He knelt down behind her raised
her ass 
up and spread her cheeks. Kelly was confused. Since he had no cock,
what 
was he going to do ?

She quickly found out as he bent down and started kissing her ass. He
ran his 
tongue all over her ass and eventually brought it to the prize. He ran
his 
tongue around and around her rectum now and then darting at the pink 
opening. Kelly instinctively tightened her rectal muscles. The eunuch
then 
focused his attention at her ass hole. He pushed his tongue against it

attempting to breach the opening. Kelly resisted but the eunuch
applied more 
force until his stiff tongue entered her reluctant hole. Once inside,
he ran his 
tongue as deep inside her as he could and Kelly realized was he was
doing: 
he was attempting to get at Abdul's cum still inside her.

The eunuch continued his assault on her ass hole as the force of
gravity and 
her bowels started to move Abdul's cum towards the opening. She felt
his 
tongue against her rectal walls slurping down every drop of semen that
he 
could. This went on for about 20 minutes until the eunuch was
satisfied that he 
had gotten all of the cum that was inside her. He stood up as a
trickle of 
semen ran down his chin and gave Kelly a sharp taste of his leather
whip for 
good measure. Abdul smiled as Kelly winced at the sharp sting. With
that, her 
second day of 'training' was over.

Chapter VI

Kelly's 'training and conditioning' continued for weeks. The constant
abuse and 
sexual humiliation were having its effect on the young impressionable
girl. She 
had sucked his cock so often and was fucked so many times that she
began to 
expect it and didn't really mind. She was actually starting to enjoy
it and 
thought that her situation was normal.

One day began as usual with her bath. When they returned, she was 
administered her daily 'whip foreplay' as Abdul watched. Kelly then
went over 
to Abdul and assumed her regular kneeling position. She needed no
proding 
and took his limp cock into her mouth and began sucking it, almost
lovingly. 
She caressed it with her tongue and swallowed as much of it as she
could. 
She could feel it grow in her mouth until it achieved its usual
glorious erection.

Abdul layed her down on the floor and straddled her face pinning her
arms by 
her side. He fucked her mouth shoving his cock into it as far as he
could. Kelly 
gagged a few times but had learned to time her breathing to coincide
with his 
thrusts so that she would not choke. She continued fellating his huge
cock and 
actually enjoyed it. He obliged her by continuing.

After about 10 minutes of non-stop sucking, Kelly was beginning to
tire. 
Abdul sensed this and knew that there was no pleasure when the slave
did not 
participate... or resist. He increased his tempo and felt that he was
going to 
come soon. Kelly also sensed it and braced herself for the torrent of
cum that 
was about to follow. Just before he came, however, Abdul withdrew his
cock 
from her mouth with a popping sound. Kelly was surprised but realized
what he 
was going to do. She continued masterbating him with her hand until
his cock 
started spewing its hot cum all over her face. She opened her mouth
and 
closed her eyes as his semen exploded onto her face. The sticky cum
quickly 
covered her beautiful face. Abdul ran his cock over her face to rub in
the sticky 
fluid.

When he finished, Abdul stood up. A huge dog entered the room and went

over to where Kelly was lying. She was about to assume her kneeling
position 
when the dog straddled her and began licking the cum off her face.
Kelly didn't 
move and let the dog lick her face clean.

When he was finished, the dog sniffed her crotch as his tongue began
licking 
her pussy. He ran his long tongue up and down her slit. Kelly got over
her fear 
and was actually beginning to enjoy this strange tongue lashing. The
dog 
expertly pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt seemingly 
searching for an elusive prize. After a few minutes, the dog stopped
and layed 
down on its back with paws in the air. Kelly looked confused, got up,
knelt in 
front of Abdul and looked up at him.

"You must learn total obedience", he said. "To achieve this, you must
be made 
to obey unconditionally. You will arouse the dog and allow him to fuck
your 
ass". Kelly looked at him, her eyes saying 'Please don't make me do
this'. The 
eunuch's whip brought her back to reality. She went over to the dog
still lying 
on its back. She knelt down and reached for his sheathed cock. She 
massaged it and slowly saw it begin to grow out of its protective
cover. She 
masterbated the long, red ugly looking pointy tool. It steadily grew
to a length 
of about 7 inches. When it was good and hard, the dog got up and she
obliged 
him by assuming a 'doggy' position.

The dog went around behind her and mounted her. Kelly braced herself
for the 
onslaught. The dog quickly found his target and thrust his cock into
her ass as 
far as he could. Kelly winced but bit her lip not to scream. The dog
began to 
furiously fuck her tiny ass hole. He fucked her as fast as he could.
The only 
good thing about it was that he quickly reached a climax. Kelly felt
him tense 
up and finally spew his hot cum into her sore rectum. 

He pumped until his tool went limp. He withdrew it and kelly
thankfully saw it 
disappear back into its sheath. With that the dog left the room and
Kelly 
quickly assumed her kneeling position in front of an obviously pleased
Abdul.

"You have done well", he said. "You have only one test left to pass".
Kelly felt 
her heart sink. She thought that there was nothing else that could be
done to 
her sexually that had not already been done. She was to quickly change
her 
mind.

The eunuch left the room and came back a few minutes later with an
Arabian 
stallion. A dog was bad enough and Kelly couldn't believe that she
would be 
forced to take part in sexual activity with a horse. She was to be
proved wrong.

"You will now bring His Royal Highness' steed to a climax", said
Abdul.

"No!", said Kelly. With that, she felt the sharp sting of the euncuh's
whip and 
knew that she had no choice.

"The steed has been trained to stand perfectly still while you arouse
him", said 
Abdul. "Begin".

Kelly slowly got up and timidly approached the huge animal. It didn't
move. 
She got down on her knees and moved under him. She reached for his 
covered cock but the horse didn't move. She rubbed its genitals and
suddenly 
saw a huge pink cock poking its head out of its sheath. 

Kelly was amazed at the size of the head. She reached for the head as
it 
continued to exit from its cave. She put both hands around it and
could barely 
touch her finger together. She continued masterbating the huge cock as
the 
horse stood perfectly still.

It grew until it reached a length of about 2 feet. Kelly dutifully
continued to 
stroke the monster cock until it was fully erect. Although she was
scared and 
repulsed, the training that she had been subjected to was beginning to
pay off 
for her captors. 

She was actually getting aroused by the huge cock. She continued
stroking it 
with both hands and brought the huge head in front of her face. She
stuck out 
her tongue, touched the tip, and ran her tongue over the slit. She
pushed her 
tongue until it entered the slit. She then put her lips on the tip and
began 
sucking it forgetting what she was actually doing.
She then ran her tongue along the length of its shaft planting kisses
on it along 
the way. She then went back to the tip and began sucking it as best
she could. 
This continued for about half an hour. The stallion was obviously
enjoying 
himself as his eyes widened. His cock swelled and Kelly knew that he
was 
going to come. 

The horse arched its back and a flood of semen shot out of its cock.
It hit Kelly 
full in the face. The huge cock continued spewing forth its hot sticky
fluid all 
over Kelly. It was all over her face, hair and breasts and was running
down 
between her legs. She opened her mouth to breath only to have it
filled with 
semen. She gagged on it and tried to spit it out but there was just to
much and 
ended up swallowing more than a mouthful. The horse was literally
coming in 
buckets.

The flood of cum finally subsided and left Kelly covered from head to
foot in 
hot sticky semen. She got out from under the horse and came over and
knelt 
before Abdul. He seemed pleased that she had actually went through
with it 
and felt that she was finally ready for His Royal Highness. Kelly had
endured 
the ultimate humiliation and had accepted it as her fate.

Chapter VI

The next day began as had all the others since her capture. She was
bathed 
and perfumed as usual. When she returned, Abdul was in her tent 
accompanied by His Royal Highness. Kelly went over to him immediately
and 
knelt in front of him with bowed head. He was obviously pleased.

She was then administered her daily whipping while they both watched.
She 
was actually enjoying watching both men watching her being whipped.
When 
the eunuch stopped, The Prince was already naked. His fat ugly body
towered 
in front of her. She looked at his tiny cock dangling between his
hairy legs. The 
training that she had received over the past month was the only thing
that 
forced her to take it in her hand and slowly put it in her mouth. He
looked down 
at her but was so fat that could barely see his feet let alone his
cock.

She sucked dutifully on his small cock. She was used to Abdul's giant
tool and 
wasn't getting any enjoyment out of his at all. It took all of her
efforts to get him 
up but finally succeeded. Even when it was erect, it was so small that
she was 
able to swallow it completely.


The Prince pushed her to the floor and got on top of her. He was so
heavy that 
she could hardly breath. He reached down between her legs and spread
them 
apart. He found his cock and pushed it roughly into her dry pussy. He
began 
pumping her as had the dog. He was rough and was fucking her like
there was 
no tomorrow. He buried his tongue deep into her mouth which almost
made 
her gag. He licked her face and prodded her mouth with his tongue.

He suddenly switched her over on all fours and thrust his tiny cock
into her ass 
hole. The pain was severe in spite of his small size because he had
done it so 
quickly. He pumped her fast trying in vain to make himself cum. He
fucked her 
hard but still couldn't climax. This went on for about 15 minutes and
Kelly's 
rectum was aching. He must have sensed that she was in pain as it
seemed to 
arouse him. Kelly felt that he was going to cum soon as he began to
moan 
loudly.

As expected, he let out a yell and she could feel his cum spew into
her bowels. 
He did not come for long and was quickly spent. He turned her around
roughly 
so that she could lick his cock clean. She did so obediently, thankful
that he 
was finished. She thought, however, that she would be doing this for
the rest of 
her life. It was not a pleasant thought.

When she was finished, she resumed her kneeling position with head
bowed. 
The prince got up and walked over to Abdul. "You have done well,
Abdul", he 
said. "She will indeed please a man for many years to come. As a
tribute to 
your long years of loyal service to me, please accept her as a token
of my 
gratitude. She is yours to do with as you please".

Abdul was shocked. He himself was a slave and never had The Prince
given 
him anything but beatings. "Thank you, your highness", he said bowing.
"Your 
kindness is overwhelming". "Yes, I know", said the prince. And with
that he 
left.

Abdul was left alone with his prize. Kelly looked up at him almost
grateful that 
she was his as opposed to belonging to The Prince. She soon regretted
that 
feeling as Abdul walked over to her and stood in front of her. "You
are now the 
slave of a slave" he said. With that, he took the whip from the eunuch
and 
began whipping his slave. As he did so, he got the hardest erection he
had 
ever experienced. Kelly then knew that the worst was yet to come.


THE TWISTED PATH

PART ONE

Feb 28, 1980 (Age 16)


Dear Diary, Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday
dear 
dipshit, happy birthday to me. Well Diary, it's my sweet sixteenth.
No, I didn't 
get the Trans Am wrapped in a bow. I wish. I didn't get John Travolta,
either. 
All I got was you. 

Life sucks, diary.  I'm going nowhere. School sucks, boys suck (I
wish), life 
sucks. No one listens to me. No one cares. All Mom and Dad have time
for is 
fighting.  And Schlitz. 

My dorko little brother, Micky keeps taking my panties out of the
dirty clothes 
basket. What a creep. I can't wait 'til they go up to Richmond this
weekend so I 
can stay home and mellow out with Steph overnight. She's my best
friend and 
pretty cool. 

Note: Someone left a piece of silky rope on my pillow last night. I
woke up with 
it laying right next to my face. It was wrapped up like a little bow.
Weird?  
Micky acts like he didn't put it there. 

Feb 29, 1980 

Dear Diary, Steph is going to invite ... 

March 1, 1980 

Finally, the weekend! I'm ... 

March 2, 1980 

Diary, my world is over. I'll write later. If I'm still alive. 

March 7, 1980 

Diary, I'm numb. I can't stop crying. Everyone is gone. Micky, Mom,
Dad. 

There was a bad car-crash. I'm going to Chicago to live with Aunt
Melinda and 
Uncle Charlie tomorrow. I'm going crazy, I think. I keep hearing
things in this 
house, like ghosts. 

I told Aunt Melinda (she's been here since the accident, going through
things 
and crying more than me) and she patted my head and said things would
be 
fine. Like I'm a baby. Last night I heard noises in my room. I pulled
the covers 
over my head and probably fell asleep, cause, Diary, I had to have
been 
dreaming!  

I felt someone sit on the side of my bed and touch my knee. I slid the
blankets 
down so just one eye was out and I saw this guy, in black so black he
was 
almost a shadow. He was looking right at me and when I looked at his
eyes I 
got really sleepy. He pulled the blankets back and lay my hands down
on my 
belly, one over the other. The silver light from the window made his
actions 
kinda like a blur. 

He tied my hands together with the rope I found last week. I couldn't
stop him 
cause I just kept looking into his eyes. He had really white skin,
like a pearl 
necklace, and bushy eyebrows. Black. He pulled my hands over my head
and 
tied them to the bed frame. That's when I fell asleep. I mean, more
asleep. I 
can't remember anything. But  I woke up this morning and my wrists
hurt. Like 
they were stiff. I think there was a little pink line around them,
too. God, I'm 
going crazy. 

March 8, 1980 

Diary, the scenery just blurs past me. I know I'll get over it all
sooner or ... 

March 9 1980 

Diary. Had a strange dream last night. I'll tell you tomorrow.  I'm so
tired ... 

March 10, 1980 

Diary, I hate it here! Why did all this happen to me? I miss my Mom
and Dad! 
And even dipshit Micky. I miss my friends. I miss my life.  I hate
Chicago! I'm 
so tired anymore. I can't sleep. I keep having really wierd dreams.
Mostly Mom 
and Dad saying they love me. 


But the guy is there too. The Shadow guy. I'm back in my room at home,
(my 
old home) and it's that night and after he ties my hands to the bed,
he hurts 
me.  He squeezes my boobs so hard I want to scream, but I can't. Then
he 
puts something, I think it was his finger but it is so cold, like ice,
into me.  All 
the way in. He gets angry. And, (Diary, this is between you and me
only!), I get 
this ... feeling ... like he's angry at me for not being clean. A
virgin. Why didn't I 
die like the rest, Diary? I don't want to go psycho! 


March 11, 1980 

I'm not going to be able to write much more, now, Diary. I'm running
away. 
Maybe I am crazy, maybe not. S is HERE!!!!! The Shadow guy!!! No
dreams 
this time. He is HERE. 

He came to me last night, only this time I wasn't awake. Not at first.
I felt this 
big cold thing between my legs and when I tried to shake it off I woke
up and I 
was tied again. My hands on both sides of the bed and my legs too. 

And He was there, looking down at me. Grinning. Diary, it was
horrible! His ... 
dick ... was what I felt. It was huge. And cold. I think he fucked me.
I can't 
remember. He WAS in me. I swear before God that he was! I felt like I
was 
being ripped open! 

I tried to scream but I couldn't. It's his eyes. He held my chin so
that I had to 
look in his eyes. I didn't notice right away, but he started slapping
my face 
everytime he slammed that thing into me. And he came. Cold. So cold. I
can't 

March 12, 1980 

Sorry, Diary. I couldn't finish last night. I'll write a little more,
then that's it. I 
don't know what's going on, or if I am crazy, but it doesn't matter.
I'm on a bus 
to St. Louis right now. I have no more family. I cashed in my savings
and the 
inheritance is going to be forwarded when I get settled. I don't know
if I'll finish 
school. I don't care. I left a note for Aunt Melinda, and after this,
I'm done with 
you, too, Diary. Good-bye. 

I closed the crinkled, fake leather book. It's little toy key jingled
against it's twin 
and I carefully locked the worn hasp. I was surprised I'd kept it.
Those were the 
thirteen worst days of my life.  Once, I thought that my life actually
stopped 
during those days. A timeless swirling of dust and silence. 
Then a new life started, with new ways, new ideas, new scenery. 

It is all just one life, I realize now. One bridge over a difficult
gap. The mind 
builds that bridge with whatever it can find. In my case, a deranged
Shadow 
Man, who came to me in my sleep and made me pay for still being alive
while 
my family died. In the fourteen years since, I've grown, matured,
learned to 
reason, learned to live. I've practiced confronting my fears and now
fear 
nothing. I've erased self-doubt. I've grown to love myself for the
first time since 
those early years. 


I put the diary down on my nightstand with a trembling hand.  Slowly
pulled the 
covers up to my chin. Closed my eyes and opened them once more. 

It's still there. Dangling from the brass frame at the foot of the
bed, like a silky 
white snake. Since I'd woken up this morning. 

Why has he come back? ***


THE TWISTED PATH

PART TWO



She's suspended, legs splayed widely apart, each ankle connected to a
thick, 
bristly rope running up almost forever, disappearing in the darkness.
Her 
hands are lashed tightly together with more of the same, at wrists and
elbows, 
behind her. Another rope pulls her wrists almost ninety degrees from
her body, 
anchored to the stone floor. Her long golden hair, streaming past her
flushed 
face, lightly touches the floor.  But the damned rope that pulls on
her wrists 
keeps her bent slightly at the waist, defying gravity to save her
already 
throbbing shoulders. 

Through a haze of pain, she squints at her upside-down world. A great
wall of 
fire encircles her, the flames lapping and sizzling barely a few feet
from her 
pinkly, sweating flesh. There is darkness beyond the flames, but she
senses 
entities in the darkness. Watching her fight for consciousness. Her
agony has 
consumed her mind, licking at rational thought like the flames
consuming the 
air. She barely notices the beast enter the circle of fire. 
Its enormous, black phallus is all she can focus on first, as it bobs
before her 
eyes. The monster behind it is likewise a black as cold as death. Two
clawed 
legs, long arms with razer sharp talons, and a bull-like head with too
many 
teeth. But its eyes are insanely intelligent. They glow behind the
phallus with 
enormously malicious intent. 

She tries to move her head away from the throbbing cock but this only
angers 
the beast. With a single blurring motion, it slices her breasts with
the talons of 
one paw, nearly severing a crimson nipple and baring a rib. She stares
at the 
wound in wonder for a moment and then the pain hits, like a spoiled
child. She 
shrieks loudly for several moments before the beast lashes out again,
this time 
with closed fist. Her head rocks from the blow to her ear, stopping
her braying. 

The beast's grin has broadened. It dangles its paw in the flames for a
few 
moments then squats next to her cheek. Looking intently in her eyes,
it traces 
a claw along the gaping wounds, bubling the flesh until the blood
stops. She 
begins to scream again, but is stopped by a claw that snakes into her
mouth 
and hooks her tongue. 

Her jaw snaps closed on the finger, but the beast only closes it's
eyes slightly, 
as if in pleasure, as it gouges a deep groove in the pink flesh of her
mouth. It 
digs the claws of the next two fingers into the soft flesh under her
neck, locking 
her jaw closed. With a casual flick of its other paw, it slices the
wounded nipple 
cleanly from her breast.  

Her eyes close and her body tries to thrash, but the strain of her
shoulders 
stop her short. In the end, she just looks up and into its eyes. 

Straightening, the beast removes its claws from her mouth and throat
with a 
slight tearing. It walks around her then, silently appraising. Shaking
its head, it 
stops at her exposed pussy.  She doesn't see it clearly now, as her
neck 
strains to keep her shoulders from popping out of their sockets. 

When the beast comes into view again it holds something in its paw.
Long and 
thin, it looks like a red snake, but in place of its head is a small
orb with tiny 
teeth. Yellow slime runs the length of it and a silvery fluid drips
from its mouth.

The beast holds it out before her, letting a drop of the yellow fluid
drop on her 
cheek. Cold, it burns the flesh like acid and she moans, jerking her
head away. 
The beast seems to laugh, then disappears from her vision to stand
once 
more over her pussy. 
At the first drop of the fluid, she screams as loud as she can.  It
hits her soft 
lips just seconds before she feels the thing's head sliding down and
into her 
pussy. Its fluid burns a cold searing path deep into her womb, the
only traces 
of the thing that now coils inside. She feels its bulk there, like a
cold cancer. 
Her legs, held wide apart, thrash helplessly. 

She feels a sharp prick, then, on the very tip of her labia. And
another on the 
opposite fold of flesh. And back and forth, one side to the other,
each crossing 
accompanied with a snug tug to her lips. The beast was sewing her
shut. With 
the thing inside. 

Her moans turn to gentle sobs. Her neck, finally giving in to gravity,
slides 
back, putting the full weight of her torso on her shoulders. With a
greatful sigh 
of pain, she sees the orange flames slowly turn black. 


THE TWISTED PATH

PART THREE


I awoke, feeling sweaty, numb, and a sense of foreboding I was sure
I'd lost 
those many years ago. That was all in the first instant.  Hitting me
in the 
second instant was the searing pain in my arms and shoulder, as if
part of my 
dream had followed me. 

It had. 

I raised my head and every small movement made my arms shoot tiny
streaks 
of white pain through my body. I was hanging, naked in the coolness of
my 
bedroom, from a course rope about my wrists. I tried to look up, to
see what 
could be holding me. 

The rope went up and into the ceiling, as if the stucco plaster was
just an 
illusion. No fasteners, no beam, just a simple ending of the rope. I
hung my 
head, the only position I could handle without upsetting my arms. My
ankles, 
tied snugly together, as were my knees and upper thighs, were floating
over a 
foot off the floor. My diary, still on the nightstand next to the
disheveled bed 
was still locked where I put it. 


I closed my eyes and a long slow shudder worked its way up my spine. I
was in 
trouble. Again. Just like before, He had come back and fucked up my
life. 

I heard noises in the kitchen. Sounds of running water, the
refrigerator opening 
and closing, the microwave, plates smacking together.  My arms hurt
horribly. 
This could not be happening. All those hours in therapy, all those
spoiled and 
ruined relationships. All wasted, now. I had finally, suddenly,
quietly lost my 
mind. 

After endless minutes, He poked his head through the doorway. I
shuddered 
with cold, but welcomed the possible ending of my pain, or at least a
change. 
His eyes glinted, sharp steel, his smile filled with many teeth that
were sharper 
still. 

And yet he looked human. Not the beast I remembered from before, or
even 
the demon from my dream. He was an illusion of a man, but a very good 
illusion. Pallid skin, white as the harsh moon, black hair darker than
an idiot's 
soul. And malicious eyes. 

He had come home. For me. 

Casually, he brushed thick, black hair away from his eyes and flopped
down in 
the vanity chair. He held a plate to his chin and slowly, delicately,
fingered a 
slab of thawed raw beef. I noticed the vanity mirror behind him cast
no 
reflection of him or anything else. It was a smoky red, from frame to
frame. 

I didn't speak and this seemed to amuse him. 

His eyes traveled the length of my body, searching and probing every
gentle 
curve or taught and straining muscle. I blushed in spite of the
ridiculous 
situation. Something was happening, I later realized, that would have
helped 
my Freudian therapist label me.  

I averted his gaze. "Untie me. Please." Though it came out meekly, I
was 
surprised it came out at all. 

He stopped his destruction of the side of bleeding beef, seemed to
consider it, 
and stood. He tossed the empty plate on the floor, holding what was
left of the 
raw meat in one hand. A flash of steel, and a steak piece of my
cutlery was in 
the other. 

He began to grin, in a grin that grew much larger than would be
possible, were 
he human. As he sauntered close to me, I felt my breath catch, and all
the pain 
in my arms instantly covered with ice. A body could lose a lot,
looking into 
those eyes.  Maybe everything. 

His breath was foul, worse than just raw meat. It smelled of death, of
rotting 
bodies, of vile evil, of the darkest of dark. He brought the knife up
to just below 
my chin and I felt the cold tip press into the flesh at my neck. 

"Please," I whispered. 

The knife moved down, lingering for an instant at my left nipple, and
the instant 
flashback closed my eyes. But I felt the knife move further still,
past my belly, 
to the soft fur below. Again it hesitated. 

"Please ... Master." 

The knife was gone, and I felt the ropes about my legs suddenly cut.
As I 
opened my eyes, I felt a cold grip on my ankles spreading them wide.
The 
movement sent fresh jolts of pain down my arms and I must have yelped,

because my mouth was open for just the shortest of moments. 

His hand was at my lips immediately and I tasted blood in the instant
before 
the first bit of raw beef was jammed in. Gagging, I tried to push the
slippery 
mass back, but He kept working, packing my mouth tight with the meat.
In the 
end, all I could manage was a soft gurgling sound. Both chewing and
spitting 
were out. 

My heart was racing as I finally looked into his eyes. 

He was pleased. The grin was back. One hand still held one of my
ankles 
aside. The other disappeared between my legs. I felt His fingers slide
between 
my pussy lips, so cold, and I squirmed violently. The pressure on my
held 
ankle increased painfully, until I was sure He would snap my foot off.
I moaned 
and relaxed. 

His fingers probed deep within me, so far in that I began to lose
feeling in my 
entire vagina. His fingers were so cold. Then I felt him withdraw. He
released 
my leg and my arms screamed as my weight once more pulled at the rope.



Through half lidded eyes I saw him show me something in his hand.  The

something he had pulled out of me. 

It was a small red snake. 

With lots of teeth. 


THE TWISTED PATH

PART FOUR


She lays in the dank cell, the smells of her own excrement filling her
nose. The 
dirt floor is cold, so cold to her bare ass. But warmer than the
slick, cold stone 
walls. It is almost complete darkness, the only light slants through
the narrowly 
barred window, high up the wall.  

The course soiled rope about her hands behind her back have long since

robbed her fingers of feeling. Dirt, where the tear streaks had once
blazed, 
cakes her face and most of her starved body. Thought has left her,
with the 
tears, and now she is only an animal, able to react not contemplate. 

The door is thrown back and shards of red light cut her skin an angry
red. She 
screams reflexively, trying to get up and run at the same time. 

A large nozzle, held between two darkly cloaked figures issues a
stinging wall 
of water, and she is pushed back into the corner by its force.
Screaming 
whenever she can gulp air, she huddles with her back to the water. The
dirt is 
blasted away, forming a black soup around her. 

The nozzle cuts off. Arms lift her up and turn her around. The nozzle
resumes. 
Her bound wrists thrash helplessly against her ass, but the arms at
her sides 
hold her. Her screams are cut off as a last wave hits her square in
the face. 
Her legs buckle and she is dragged limply outside. 

She begins to see again as her hands, re-bound by the now dripping
rope, are 
anchored over her head. Flicking the long matted strands of blonde
hair away 
from her eyes, she peers into the bright red light. Her vision comes
slowly, the 
painful light forcing her eyes to squint. 

Many robed figures huddle around her, beneath her. She is tied to a
post on a 
stone platform, under the blood red sun for the first time in what
seems like 
years. Through the hazy vision she can only make out cold steel orbs
beneath 
the hoods of the robes. Another robed figure stands to her left on the
stone. 
He holds a long strip of animal hide in one clawed hand. 

The sound of her harsh breath is all she hears. The figure next to her
suddenly 
snaps the strip and the tip bites her left breast. She yelps. The
robed figures 
look amongst each other and one nods its hooded head. Another nods.
She 
waits, feeling the flesh of her breast stinging hotly. 

The strip bites her again, this time on the hips. Again she yelps,
trying to move 
away against the pull of the rope on her hands. The first head nods
again, as 
well as the second. 

A soft, steady whimper now comes from her throat, and the strip finds
her 
inner thigh. Only the first head nods. 

Her flesh hot and stinging strongly, she is untied and half-carried,
half-dragged 
off the platform by the robed figure that had nodded last. Through a
dusty, 
ramshackle street he takes her, passing other robed figures milling
about. 

To a run-down wooden shack he finally deposits her. Her hands are
again 
raised over her head and tied to a beam. She looks about the room, not
in fear 
or wonder. Only in a cold interest, as an animal regards a new cage.
Another 
figure stands with its back to her. This one wears no robe and its
shiny black 
skin ripples over hard muscle. It works a long shaft of iron in a bed
of hot 
coals. 

As it turns, the air rushes out of her body and a new intelligence
glints in her 
eyes. Thoughts and memories return and with it, the pain.  The thing's
cold 
eyes glow and its mouth opens into a razor-toothed grin.  It casually
lifts the 
brand out of the pot and touches a clawed finger to the tip. 

A puff of smoke, a small sizzle, and the beast closes its eyes in
pleasure. The 
other figure takes the brand and lets his robe fall away. These eyes
she 
remembers, from a circle of fire.  

A soft mewing comes from deep in her throat as the orange tipped steel
is 
raised to her neck, below her left ear. The depths of his eyes, locked
onto hers 
swim with the smell of her searing flesh. 
THE TWISTED PATH

PART FIVE



So it was in me all along. That ... perversion. Coiled in my womb with
teeth 
and slime ... Physically, symbolically, whatever. That's what that
fuck was 
telling me. I could see his logic now, warped and hateful. Many
sleepless 
nights in the life I fought so hard to forget and now would resume had
walked 
me right up to the edge and forced me to look down into the yawning
darkness 
of ... what? 

Me? My own broken line? 

Look too hard and you lose your balance and fall headlong into that
darkness. 
Glance once or twice and you may miss what slides out from the depths
and 
tickles your soul. In my waking moments, between dreams that both
aroused 
and maimed, I took in my pit of darkness, at once glancing away then
staring. 

The heavy metal collar around my neck kept my body from escape.  My
mind 
was spared even this luxury. 

She wears a path in the cold stones at the perimeter of her dark cell.
Twenty 
steps. Ten steps. Twenty steps. Three steps. Door. Four steps. In
darkness so 
rich her hands are only visible at a foot's length, she lets the flood
of thoughts 
come, as a woman may try to remember how she came to wake up in a 
strange place. 

Her capture is only dimly remembered. Her brand on her neck and the
welts 
on her body are fresh yet have no name as yet. What she is sure of is
that she 
is property of a beast. 

She pauses and mentally forces the blurred images of Him from her
mind. The 
darkness of her cell already seems to be filled with His teeth. 

Her breath evens and her legs resume their mechanical motion.
Memories of 
what she was before are gone. She is as fresh as a newborn, as scarred
as a 
leper.  


To be property is an idea that is foreign to her, this she is sure.
Loss of 
freedom, pain on a whim, a thoughtless future. Her mind reels. Would 
resistance matter? Would He set her free if she fought or merely
stripe her 
back? And laugh. But the fighting is what she knows she should do. It
may buy 
her a free life. Or it may cut her hard. One satisfies the mind. The
other, the 
body.  

Metal slams home in the lock in the door, jarring her.  Instinctively,
she bolts 
for the far corner. The lock turns and a hard, silver light cuts away
the dark of 
the cell in a sharp sweep. She loses her sight for just a bare second,
as the 
light pounds her eyes into squinting pain. 

Around her she hears shuffling of feet, then hands are on her, yanking
her 
wrists before her. She yelps and is slapped. Rough cord binds her
hands and 
another loop of rope is tossed about her head. 

In the agonizing daze, she sees a two hulks on either side and a third
in the 
doorway. This last holds the end of the rope about her neck.  On this,
it pulls 
hard. 

She staggers about, flailing at the air with two arms now made into
one. Her 
shoulders are prodded hard and she is pulled from her cell by her
neck, 
slamming into the side of the metal door in the end with her hip. Up a
long 
dusty corridor she is led, each step giving more sight to her
adjusting eyes. 

Cells line both walls, moans of female pain coming from behind metal
doors. 
The three figures wear the same brownish robes of the others, with any
skin 
peeking out a jet black. 

Once on their way, the figures seem not to acknowledge her, save for
an 
impatient prod or pull on the rope. Once, she cracks her toe on an
upraised bit 
of stone and falls, skinning her legs and one thigh. 

The rope is pulled tight about her neck, robbing her of breath, good
for a few 
well-placed kicks on her sides. Coughing, she scampers back to her
feet. 

The corridor ends at stone steps, going steeply up through the dark
and 
webbed ceiling. She manages the climb with only cursory prodding from
below 
and only a little rope burn at her neck. At the top, a door.  It opens
and she is 
thrown inside. 

Living with a beast, definable, palpable, physically available to be
beaten back, 
is far easier than to live with a blackness that rises up from your
very soul, a 
blackness bearing your name. And somewhere, as that blackness rises
like a 
bile, the lines of reality are softened, dimmed, then blocked out
completely. 

Everyone has a blackness, as different as the person. Mine was
something at 
first alien, later a twin sister. Growing as I grew, this thing was
inside me. 
Maybe, at conception, we were apart and different. Now, the only now,
we are 
one.  It has shaped my life as I have fostered its maturity. 

My collar wouldn't permit me from straying far from the rough wooden
post that 
materialized in the center of my bedroom sometime during one of my
delirious 
dreams. Three feet of freedom. Not even enough reach to pull the
sheets from 
my bed over my bare, cold body. 

Two cycles of night and day have passed since I last saw Him. Two days

without food or water. After holding my wastes as long as possible, I
finally 
completed the circle of toilet training, fouling a spot on the
perimeter of my 
chain. My butt and knees are sore from alternately sitting or
kneeling. 

Three feet of chain, anchored low on the post, is barely enough for a
timid 
crouch. The pains in my stomach were a constant stream of agonizing 
contractions. My lips were cracked, my mouth a dry pit. 

The sounds of the world outside my apartment taunted me with their
freedom. 
Birds, voices, life. All beyond my reach. Beyond that damned three
foot chain. I 
tried many times to call out when I was sure there were human voices
within 
range. But each time only a feeble croak came out. Monotony was now 
working its way into my mind, playing with time the way an artist
paints shallow 
strokes on a canvas. A slash of red: was that five minutes or an hour?
Green 
over blue: yesterday or today? 

I would have gone mad within five cycles of day and night, if not for
the 
woman. Her appearance signalled the end of the beginning. 

The chamber, like a wet, hot cloth, presses in around her instantly.
Her feet 
skids from the force of the shove and she slides through the doorway
and 
lands on the slimy stone floor. Her wind leaves her and she has a few 
moments of panic and dry heaves before she can again breathe. The
robed 
figures use that time to pull her up and face her master, seated on a
throne of 
gold. 
Still coughing, she avoids his gaze. To look there would turn her
docile, and if 
she is to have any strength for what she thinks she must do, she needs
to 
have control of her mind. To look into His eyes is to fall forever.  

The rope is cut from around her neck and tossed into one of many
burning 
firepits. She counts the number of robed figures in the chamber and
tries to 
plan her moves. Though forced to develop work muscles in this world,
she has 
never been known for her grace. Yet, it is grace and luck that she
lives by now. 

Two robes on her left and two holding her arms, still tied and resting
against 
her belly. She tries to breathe deeply, to save oxygen, to calm her
mind. It is 
her heart that betrays her, thumping furiously in her chest. And, in
the end, her 
fear. 


THE TWISTED PATH

PART SIX



Her master palms his clawed paw downward, indicating she should kneel.
She 
feels the weight of her handlers shift. And she acts. 

Her elbow flies up and connects with the robe's chin on her left.  It
shrieks, a 
loud squealing like that of a wounded and indignant animal, and
crumples 
beside her. Using the motion of her arms, she puts her weight on her
left leg 
and pistons her right leg out and lands her foot in the thigh of the
other robe. It 
too squeals and falls.  

Deep, rich rumblings fill the chamber, in concert with the braying of
the robes. 
She whirls completely around, ducking slightly to avoid her Master's
grasp. 
And falls in the moisture of the stone floor. The rumblings increase
to a 
deafening roar and, as she tries to quickly find her knees, she
realizes it is her 
Master's laughter.  

Rolling onto her side, she slides her knees beneath her.  She kneels. 
And waits. Head bowed. 



Ashen gray. A gray that lacks any specific color, yet is made up of
all colors. It 
was the color of the woman's skin, a stark contrast to the deep golden
hue of 
her eyes. White hair, the color of fallen silver, rested on her
shoulders. 

Her small breasts were chained at the nipples by small golden rings
and a thin, 
fine chain. Mid-point along the chain, just below the curve of her
neck, a 
second chain was connected. This chain rose up and threaded the small 
golden ring in the center of her nose. The tautness of the chains
seemed to 
force her to keep her head bowed slightly. 

She materialized out of nowhere. Or maybe I just thought so.  When
every 
thought you have concerns feeding your wanting belly, images come and
go 
with regularity. I had never seen a woman, or man, chained as she was.
But, I 
had never been collared like a dog before, either. 

She looked at me coldly, in that odd, bowed-head way. Her golden eyes 
quickly scanned my bedroom without expression. Looking at me once
more, 
she cautiously crossed the room to where I sat, chained to the post.
I watched 
her breasts, unconsciously wondering if the rings hurt her as she
walked. 

With every movement, the chains stayed tight, and she was careful not
to raise 
her head the slightest bit. When she got close to me, about at the
perimeter of 
my chain, she stopped and knelt before me.  Without hesitating, her
hand felt 
the back of my head, adjusting the chain, all the while her eyes
coldly looked 
into mine.  I could see that her pupils were slits, not round as mine.


As she looked at me, they dilated slightly. Her hand had stopped and
was 
nestled in my hair at the back of my head. Slowly, never taking her
eyes away 
from mine, her other hand came up and unclipped the chain from her
nose. As 
it fell away, her head moved close. Her kiss was soft, her taste
bitter. I tried to 
move my head away, but her hand in my hair held me. I closed my eyes
and 
returned the kiss. 

Then she was gone, out the door to the living room, leaving me to look
down 
at my hands that had done nothing to stop her, and my nipples that had

suddenly gotten hard. 

 Her ankle is held tightly, so tight she wonders if it will be snapped
in two. Her 
Master bellows loudly and the two remaining robes come to his side.
She is 
lifted hard, by only her ankle, and is left to dangle, upside down,
before her 
Master's gaze. 
The air rushing from between all those sharp razor teeth with every
deep roar 
is putrid. His eyes, smoldering orbs of fire, motion to the others.
Hands grab 
her arms and legs and she is roughly carried to the center of the
chamber.  

She lays meekly in their arms, unwilling to fight, ashamed at her
fear. The 
punishment will now be more than before, and it will have been her
doing. In 
the future, she knows, she will be kept more secure. 

Her hands are pulled up from a rope dangling from the ceiling and she
feels 
herself rising. The hands that hold her slowly let go as she is pulled
up and 
when she feels her feet leave the floor, ropes cut her ankles and pull
her 
taught. 

Her head rolls from the pain in her wrists and ankles. Every breath
pulls on 
either her hands or feet. 

She returned with my portable CD player and a CD, the cord from the
player 
trailing her like a tail. She didn't look at me, which was good,
because I 
wouldn't be forced to look away. And look at her was what I wanted to
do now. 
The nose chain was back in. 

Deftly, she plugged the cord in, popped the CD into the player and
folded 
herself into a sitting position before me. Working the fast-forward
and skip 
buttons, the CD came to life. 

"Hello" it said, only it was Teri Nunn's voice from Berlin, in the
middle of one of 
the songs on the CD. 

The woman looked up at me expectantly. 

"You can't talk?" I whispered. 

Her eyes flared. Again her fingers moved the buttons. "you 
...would...try...answer." Pause. "hello," she said again in Teri
Nunn's voice. 

"Hello." I searched her eyes. For what, I didn't know. Too many things
had 
happened to me to stop wondering what was real and what was dream. 

Her fingers moved.


  "we...are...both...prisoners...I...am...your...mirror...you...sho
uld...do. 
..what...I...do."  

"You're supposed to train me? For Him?" 

She looked back with cold eyes.  "you...do...not...ask...me...again." 

She felt behind her back for something. When her hand came into view
it held 
five things. Three small golden rings. Two lengths of golden chain. 

He stands before her now. His claw goes to her neck and lightly traces
the 
brand there. His other paw holds her chin, forcing her to look at Him.
Slowly 
He shakes his head. He punctuates this with a hard scrape across her
cheek. 
As she begins to yelp, He pushes her head roughly away.  If her
thumping 
heart had betrayed her before, it is close to exploding now. 

The four robes are hunched over the firepits, working with long,
bamboo-like 
sticks. As the flames leap up and lick at the sticks they seem to
become 
supple and a thick syrup substance begins to flow from the skin like
blood. The 
Master, now sitting again on his throne, impatiently waves to them. 

She lifts her head up, tries to move her knees and only succeeds in
pulling on 
her wrists more. One by one, the robed figures, bleeding bamboo sticks
in 
hand circle her and wait for the Master's signal. 

"Fuck off. You and your asshole, blood eating, raping, family killing,
rope-lord 
master." I tried to stand, forgetting the collar and chain, got
half-way and was 
yanked down hard. The pain in my ass was only fuel. "If you think I'm
going to 
let you drill my fucking nose and fucking tits you'd better hope there
isn't 
another ring up your ass to get in my way, because that's exactly
where." 

She was beside me in the blink of an eye, even before the CD player
rolled 
lazily away from where it had moments before been sitting in her lap.
She had 
a fist full of my hair in her free hand and used this to slam my head
back into 
the post. 

My tongue, which had just gone ballistic, crunched between my teeth
and only 
the taste of blood in my mouth kept me from quickly blacking out. And
then 
she was back and out of reach, had I thought about retaliating.
Casually, she 
gathered up the CD player and settled back into a folded legs
position. 

I winced at the pain in my tongue, which was throbbing with my heart,
and spat 
a mouthful of blood in her direction. She didn't look up, merely wiped
it off her 
leg. Her fingers moved across the player's buttons once more.  

"that...again...I...will...die...you...he...is...to...be...respec t." 
I spat again, this time on the player. "I'll respect him. For fucking
up my life." 

"you...would...have...come...to...him." 

"You can be his whore, not me. Take this collar off me or I'll pull on
it until my 
neck snaps." 

She smiled. Normal teeth. "you...would...not...do...this." 

I looked away. Fuck her. Fuck me. 

She doesn't see His signal. Her head hangs down, eyes closed, blood
dripping 
from her cheek, hands and feet pulling her apart at the middle. 

The first crack on her left side snaps her head up. The second on her
back 
follows before her muscles begin to respond. The third takes a thin
line of her 
skin on her right side before she can draw breath for a scream. 

The fourth bares her belly as she begins to scream. As each stroke of
the 
bamboo sticks hit, a thin spray of scalding syrup splatters her and
slowly starts 
to run downward, pinkening the skin as it goes. 

As the second round begins, her Master feels the need to laugh once
again. 

"it...is...not...all...pain...your...inside...self...know...this. " 

My temper, potently futile had shriveled. I wiped more blood away with
a 
trembling finger. "What else is there?"


THE TWISTED PATH

PART SEVEN



She looked at me with those strange, golden eyes, and I thought she
was 
incredulous. "I...don't understand." 

I sighed. "There is no escape, now, is there. For me or for you." 

"never" 

She left the CD player going as she once again slid up next to me. 

For the first time, as I looked into those eyes, I saw something that
might be 
human. An unconscious emotion that I'd only seen long, long ago and
from 
people now dead. 

She unclipped the ring in her nose as Teri Nunn's voice began the
second 
song on the CD. 

'You cross the street, you hold my hand, afraid to let go' 

She held the back of my head again, running her fingers softly up the
back of 
my neck, against the tuft there. 

********************



Her body writhes as the bamboo whips rip her skin, around and around, 
leaving trails of fire with every hit. Her screams have ceased as the
pain 
overwhelms her. The rhythm, intense and filling her world pounds her
soft 
flesh, sparking something else. 

'And if I walked away, and left you there, would you know why' 

Her eyes filled my vision, golden orbs that drew closer. Her lips
tasted soft, as 
before, but now my blood mixed with her bitterness as her tongue
gently 
probed my wound. 
A soft moan comes from her, and her eyes are rolled back deep in her
head. 
Pain from everywhere, without end. Her legs strain and slowly rub
together. 

I opened my eyes and saw a golden ring in her hand, two sharp,
needle-like 
tips poised on either side of my right nipple. I put my hands around
her, not 
tightly, closed my eyes again, took a deep breath, and kissed her
harder. 

'You are the answer now, you don't know. You can be anything, you
don't 
know. You don't believe it now, you don't know anymore.' 

The pain rises up, out of her body and fills her mind with a deafening
wave, 
like a hot wall of fire that tears her very soul in two.  Her body
shudders and 
the bamboo continues to fall. 

The ring clicked shut and I dug my fingers deep into her back.  Her
mouth 
covered my moan and my nipple was on fire. 

'You are the reason and the rhyme.' 

A second ball of fire water explodes in her pelvis and rolls across
her body, 
numbing her mind. Her legs rub fiercely together and blood now soaks
the 
ropes at her wrists and ankles. 

'You are the only one, you don't know. You are the fire of love, you
don't know.' 

The second ring closed on my other nipple and I bit her lip, drawing
bitter 
blood. 

'You can't believe it now, you don't know anymore. You are the reason
and the 
rhyme.' 

The bamboo suddenly stops. In the silence, the Master stands before
her. She 
hangs her head, her eyes closed, her lips drawn up into a contorted
grimace. 

Syrup still runs down her striped and scalded body, but subtle muscle
twitching 
is the only indication she still lives. He gently lifts her head. And
smiles. 

All teeth. 

'I walk this road, you follow me, I don't know why.'      end.  


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From zitterow@pacbell.net Thu Feb 20 16:27:33 1997
TALES OF TERROR V



LUCILLE					PAGE	  1

CINDY					PAGE	 21

THE BIRTHDAY				PAGE	 35

THE WEDDING PRESENT		PAGE	 59

AUTUMN FURY				PAGE	 84

LITTLE GIRLS				PAGE	104

DAISY, DAISY				PAGE	140







Lucille's Story - Hells Angels 



This is the story of my experience with the Hells Angels. It was many
years 
ago now but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. 

I must have been about 14 or 15 at the time, I may have been naive but
I was 
definitely not a virgin. In fact I had a bit of a reputation in
school, but I was by 
now bored of the boys my own age and I found the attractions of the
older lads 
in the local bar much more exciting. 

One evening I was in the bar playing pool and joshing with a local boy
of about 
20 when there was a roar of motorbikes and about 15 rough looking
types 
entered the bar. They were a Hells Angels chapter from the next county
that I 
had seen once or twice before riding through town. 

They caused quite a stir as they entered and ordered their beers, even
the two 
female Hells Angels that were in the pack were drinking pints of beer.
I 
wondered what it was like to be a Hells Angel like them, I bet life is
exciting on 
the road not like this tired old town. 

After a few minutes the leader of the pack came over to the pool table
were we 
were and challenged the winner to the next game, which ended up by
being 
me. We got talking and I guess I quite fancied him because later when
he 
offered me a ride on his bike I keenly accepted. And that was the
start of my 
troubles! 

It was great fun roaring down the country lanes with the wind in my
hair, not a 
care in the world. Also I was a little pissed by this time! I held
tight to him, 
feeling his strong body pressed close to mine, it excited me.
Eventually we 
stopped at an old barn and went in, I new what I expected and was
already 
feeling horny and damp. This is it I thought, the wild rebellious life
and I'm 
riding with the leader of the pack. 

We found some hay and made passionate love, well not really passionate
but 
fast, furious and fulfilling. I had never had sex like it before with
the young 
school boys I dated. Here was a real man, a hard man who knew how to
have 
sex. No pansying about or nervousness he had torn my jeans and panties

down my legs in no time and bent me over. Grabbing my hips for grip as
he 
bent over me he rammed his enormous dick into me. 
I don't think I was expecting it all quite so fast, we had kissed
briefly, now I 
found myself standing in a pile of hay, bent over with my jeans and
knickers 
still around my ankles restricting my movement, and a monster of a
dick 
implanted firmly in my cunt. I was fortunately moist already from the
bike ride 
and was able to accept his dick with ease, even if with a little
surprise! 

Almost instantly he lent forward and grabbed my tits through my thin
top, 
holding them like two handy grip handles he started to pound into me.
I was 
ecstatic, I had never felt a cock like it before, it really filled me
and as he pulled 
me back onto him by my tits I could feel it pounding my insides. I was

struggling to keep my balance as he pounded harder, each time he
thrust me 
forward with his pelvis I thought I was going to fall forwards, until
he tightened 
his grip on my tits and pulled me back violently impaling myself on
his cock. 

I don't know how long it want on for, I started to scream with
pleasure and 
came like freight train, god it was good, but he didn't stop. He just
kept on 
thrusting me forward then grabbing me and jerking me back, waves of 
pleasure rolled through me and my legs felt weak. I couldn't fall I
was so firmly 
planted on him, then suddenly as he pulled me onto him once more he 
buckled at the knees forcing me down onto the hay, he thrust even
harder, 
almost painfully, and it felt like his cock expanded even bigger as he
exploded 
into me. This sensation triggered another explosive orgasm in me and
we both 
collapsed into the hay. 

After a while we got to talking and discussing the life on the road.
We drank 
some scotch he had and talked some more, I was really taken by it all
and 
wanted to join the chapter. He said they would welcome me in the
chapter if I 
wanted to join and that there was an initiation ceremony which would
be a big 
party for the chapter.  I must have been getting fairly pissed by
then, I had 
heard stories about Hells Angels initiation ceremonies mostly to do
with biting 
the heads off chickens and I didn't really think I fancied that. It
turns out as he 
explained that that was for the boys but girls had a different
initiation 
ceremony. 

We drank some more a talked some more and I asked him exactly what was

involved in the girls initiation ceremony. He said it was for the two
girls already 
in the chapter to decided the details but it generally involved a gang
bang! 
Wow I thought! What would that be like!  All those tough looking men
in the 
bar, if they are all like my man then, well it could be ecstasy if I
could take it. 
Why not? I giggled and said I had never had a gang bang before and he
said I 
would enjoy it and so would all the others! 
We fucked again, wild an furious - I loved it. We fell asleep for a
while then as 
dawn broke I awoke to feel his extended cock once again trying to make
its 
way into my tight little cunt from behind.  I wiggled slightly to let
him in and 
enjoyed another thoroughly good fucking and we dozed off again
afterwards. 

I awoke a little later with a hangover. He was still asleep, snoring
loudly. In the 
cold light of day it didn't quite seem the same. I guess I started
thinking about 
our conversation last night and if I really wanted to run away with
the pack. My 
parents were away for two weeks on holiday so I didn't need to worry
about 
them for a few days at least, but then again, I looked at him untidy
and dirty 
looking in the daylight. 

And the initiation ceremony.... It would be quite fun, but then again
I am not a 
slut - I may like to fool around but I chose my partners and I don't
just give my 
body to everyone.  That was, I think, really a bit too much so I
decided to 
leave, just walk off and it would be just a good one night stand. 

I left a note saying thanks and walked off down the road, it did not
take me 
long to hitch a lift - I don't know why (really) but it never seams to
take me long 
to thumb a ride. 

I thought nothing of it. I did get a bit wet and horny the following
afternoon 
remembering that huge cock thundering into my willing pussy! but
otherwise 
life continued as normal for a couple of days.  I wondered if I should
have run 
off with the Hells Angels, a part of me thought I should have and a
part of me 
thought not. They had moved on anyway so it didn't really matter. 

It must have been about 6 in the evening, maybe 3 days later, there
was a 
knock on the door. I was alone in the house watching TV and thinking
about 
going out for the evening. When I got up and answered the door I was
quite 
surprised to see three Hells Angels standing there, the leader and two
others 
one female. 

"Hi" I said, 

"Hi babe" said the leader and walked in followed by the other two. 

"You ran out on us" he said, "why?" 

I said we had had a great fuck and that I wanted to leave it at that. 

"But you said you were going to join the chapter" he said, "I don't
like it when 
people can't keep their promises. You see we may look like we have no 
standards but we have a strong moral code.  People who break faith
with the 
chapter by deserting have to be punished". 

That worried me a bit, but I didn't have any idea the magnitude of
what was to 
follow. I rather lightly said that I hadn't deserted anyone and I
didn't want to 
make a fuss of it. 

The next thing I knew one of the Hells Angels who was behind me
grabbed my 
arms and pulled them up behind me making me squeal with pain. "You
walked 
out on me and on the chapter, we all stick together here." "Sue - you
were 
going to arrange the initiation ceremony - you can arrange the
punishment 
instead". 

"What do you think" she said to the leader "A gang bang is always
popular and 
we missed out on one already", she had a menace to her voice with a
hard 
unforgiving laugh that sent shivers down my spine. 

I was shocked, this Sue girl sounded mean, my first reaction was that
a girl 
would not be so hard on me, I was immediately worried that I was
wrong! But 
still there were only the two men so I thought a gang bang can't be
too bad. 

"Sounds like a perfect start Sue, what do you think" he said looking
at the third 
Angel who was holding me from behind. 

"Fine by me" he said and I could feel his had come round my front a
grab a tit. 
He squeezed hard until I let out a yelp of pain and everybody laughed.


My parents house is fairly large and is isolated from neighbors by a
long drive, 
there was no chance of being heard however loud I screamed. They frog 
marched me into the front room where there was a large glass coffee
table in 
the middle of the room. 

"That will do perfectly" Sue said, "Do you think we will need to gag
her?" 

"No, don't bother. No one will hear and I want to hear her reaction!
It turns me 
on to hear them begging". I thought that was an ominous statement. 

"Well then hold her while I strip her" Sue said and grabbed my blouse,
ripping 
it open at the front. 
I tried a little struggle but my arms were quickly lifted up my back
till my feet 
nearly left the ground. The pain was so intense I cried out and
stopped 
struggling, there was no way I was going to escape these three on my
own so I 
might as well put up the least resistance in the hope of suffering the
least pain. 

The man holding my arms let them go one at a time so Sue could pull
the 
remains of my blouse off, undo my bra and remove that as well. 

Then my short skirt was pulled down and my panties too.  No ceremony
or 
care, just dragged down my legs leaving me completely naked as I was 
pushed forward towards the coffee table. 

Sue told me to kneel in front of the coffee table, I didn't really
know what to 
expect but did as I was told. I was then bent over the table and
before I really 
knew how to react my hands were being stretched out above my head and 
tied, one to each leg at the other end of the table. Then my legs were
pulled 
apart, my knees still on the floor with my body spread-eagled flat on
the table.  
They tied my knees to the two table legs at the near end so I could
not move. 

I was getting really worried now. I did not like being tied up
helpless and I 
started to plead "let me go, untie me, I'll do anything". 

"You don't know how true that is my dear" laughed Sue and I cried a
bit at the 
cruelty of her and the despair and anticipation in me. 

Being now totally tied up and helpless I could not see fully what else
was going 
on in the room, let alone in the house, but I heard more voices and
quickly 
became aware that there were now many more of them in the room. 

"Coor what a cracker".... 

"Who's going first?  OK, I get second after you boss"... 

"is there any booze in here - there must be lots in a posh house like
this" 

I don't know why I was, for a moment, more worried about what they
might do 
to my parents house than me - how would I explain that when they got
home? 
It did not take long to stop worrying about the house and get back to
worrying 
about me! 


A shout went up as a belt came cracking down across my exposed ass. 
OOOOOuch! I cried as much in surprise as pain. CRACK again across my
ass 
and another cry from me - I really was not expecting to be beaten as
well. 
CRACK - another cry of pain. 

"That's just to warm you up" a familiar voice said as I felt me ass
cheeks being 
pulled apart by two rough hands, "I hope she's not too moist already -
I like this 
bit" the voice said as I felt a hard dick at the mouth of my cunt. 

"Oh shit" I thought - I'm not moist at all, in fact I'm so petrified
I'm as dry as a 
bone..... Oh.. Arghhh.. I felt the dick pressing harder into me,
forcing and 
scraping it's way into my tight and unwilling cunt.  There was no let
up, no 
withdrawal of pressure for a second before another push, just one long
thrust 
and pain, I squealed again. 

Finally he was home, in up to the hilt and I felt a moment of relief
as the 
pressure was removed. Another shout of encouragement went up from the 
audience and he started to fuck. It was painful at first, but after a
short while 
the body gives up resisting and starts lubricating - thank god. 

He thrust into me hard, I thought I recognized the feel of the cock,
it was an 
easy guess from the earlier conversations I had heard that this was
the leader 
having the first fuck. He pummeled me hard, his dick ramming into my
insides 
and my hips hitting the hard edge of the glass table on every stroke.
Suddenly 
he came, grunting and gushing cum into me to a cry of delight from the

audience and should of "my turn next". 

I'm not sure I even expected it to be like this, he had been quick
this time, 
unlike in the barn and he just pulled out and wiped his sticky cock on
my long 
hair to clean it before turning to give my ass a hard slap with his
hand. I was 
comforted a bit by the fact I had not come, I felt dirty and certainly
did not want 
to encourage them in any way, but in a strange way I had also felt a
little bit 
turned on by the experience. 

The next think caught me be surprise again, Sue was standing in front
of me 
naked, gently fingering her thick dark hairy cunt. "Hi - ever sucked a
woman 
before?" she asked but didn't really bother to wait for an answer. She
pulled a 
sticky finger out of her cunt and pushed it towards my mouth, I
grimaced and 
tried to turn my head away only to find someone from behind grabbing a

handful of my hair and pulling my head back so I was forced to look up
at 
Sue's extended finger. 
She ran it along my closed lips and I could smell her juices then
taste them on 
my lips. I didn't really like the taste but it was becoming clear that
I was going 
to have no option as Sue climbed onto the table. With her legs astride
it she 
shuffled up towards me so eventually her cunt was touching my face.  

"Suck baby Suck" she said "I want to come in 3 minutes or you get
another 
beating" and as if to remind me what that meant the leather belt
cracked down 
hard on my ass CRACK. 

As I opened my mouth to cry with pain at the whipping Sue pushed her
cunt 
forwards once more into my now open mouth, almost enough to suffocate
me. 
"Lick my cunt out whore, suck on my clitty until I come" she exhorted
- not 
really knowing what to do I started to follow her instructions. I had
had a young 
boy from school try to do it to me once before but I don't think he
knew what to 
do so I hadn't really yet found out what I might enjoy to try it on
Sue. 

I stuck my tongue out and into her damp hole the taste was not so bad
after all 
but I felt a little disgusted by the experience to start with. I
wiggled my tongue 
around a bit and she started to rub and thrust her pelvis into my face
in 
response. 

I was beginning to suffocate as she thrust herself ever harder into my
face so I 
tried to pull my head back a bit and suck on her clit.  She made an 
encouraging murmur, I thought to me, so I continued to suck
rhythmically on 
her hardening clit. Next thing I know two hands have pulled my tender
ass 
cheeks apart and a another prick is forced into my cunt! At least it's
now moist 
from my first fucking and the prick slips in easily. 

I sort of lost attention from sucking the cunt in my face as I
concentrated on 
the prick in my cunt, but Sue grabbed my hair and pulled my head down
into 
her cunt again, forcing my face ever harder into her now well
lubricated sex. 
"You've only got 2 minutes and I'm a slow comer" she rebuked me "you'd

better get a move on if you don't want another beating". 

I diligently resumed my licking and sucking, hoping I was doing the
right thing. 
I was starting to get a bit hot myself by now, the musky sent of Sue's
cunt and 
the pummeling my cunt was getting were all adding up. Sue started to
become 
more frantic grabbing my hair and really grinding my face into her - I
had my 
tongue as deep into her as I could go and she was grinding my nose
into her 
clit. 

The tempo was increasing from behind as well and I could feel the
prick sliding 
in and out with the attached balls slapping against my clit
occasionally, then to 
my disappointment he came - gushing great loads of hot spunk into me
and 
clawing at my ass with his finger nails. Sue got ever more frantic at
the sight to 
the extent I thought I was certain to faint, I pulled my head back for
a second to 
gulp some air down and Sue rammed my head back down into her again. 

Everything was speeding up now, another new prick had entered my cunt
only 
seconds after the last had withdrawn, "sloppy thirds" I heard someone
call out 
- I was glad at least that it was sloppy and well lubricated by now! 

Sue's body suddenly tensed, she cried out in delight end exploded into
an 
orgasm - wow I had done it! I felt a gush of cum and aroma from her
cunt as it 
quivered in my mouth - the prick banged into me again and I came,
screaming 
- a shout went up from the audience "She's enjoying it the whore"
"Give her 
another one, the young tart" 

The prick did not miss a beat, in it thrust, out almost completely and
then 
BANG in again hitting my pelvis on the glass table top again and
again. I don't 
think this prick is as big as the first because I feel less pressure
on my insides 
but the owner is making no less effort. 

Sue, after recovering for all of 20 seconds, stood up, she looked at
me and 
said "not bad for a virgin - here you have a go Mandy". Well that was
all I 
needed now - I had not even got my breath back and I could see the
other girl, 
Mandy, coming over and undressing. One of the men leaned over and 
squeezed one of her tits and she said "later, after I've tried our new
toy out". 

In Out In Out In Out thrust the anonymous prick in my cunt. A funny
sensation 
when you don't know who you are being fucked by. Mandy assumed the
same 
position as Sue had, half sitting half lying back in front of me on
the table with 
her legs splayed. Her cunt was completely shaven - another new
experience 
for me as I had never seen one before. 

The prick spermed unceremoniously in my cunt and another replaced it, 
slightly bigger and thrusting harder. I could begin to feel warm spunk
dribbling 
down the inside of my thighs now as it leaked out of my cunt. The
naked cunt 
in front of me was pressed into my face so I started to lick as
before. "Have 
you ever seen a shaven cunt before?" she inquired, I had no
opportunity to 
reply as my face was buried hard in her already, "we could shave her
later for 
sport - what do you think chaps". A cry of approval went up to my
dismay. 
I found that if I forced my body back down the table then I could
avoid the 
worst of the pain from my hips hitting the table top.  Mandy's cunt
was pressed 
hard into my face and every thrust from behind resulted in my face
thrusting 
harder into her cunt. I think she like this sensation because she
grabbed my 
hair and pulled my head forward in time with the thrusting. My tits
were 
squashed flat on the glass table top, sort of acting as a cushion
being 
stretched up and down as my body was thrust forward and back.  For a 
moment I was almost comfortable although my cunt was beginning to get
sore 
from the battering it was getting. 

Another orgasm in my cunt and another new prick was inserted.  Now
there 
was a thick stream of cum trickling down my thighs and forming a
sticky pool 
around my knees on the carpet.  Eventually Mandy came - she wrapped
her 
legs around my head and squeezed while she peaked, making me quite
dizzy. 
As she recovered and pulled away she reached down with her hand to her

cunt and inserted two fingers, then pulling them out again she licked
them 
"Ahh, that's good, fancy some more" she said as she repeated the
exercise 
but this time pressing her fingers into my mouth. I obediently licked
them for 
her as she turned away.

Lucille's Story
Part Two


Next I was presented with a prick to suck. I guess it was a logical
next step but 
I was becoming so punch-drunk with being fucked I had not really
thought of it. 
One of the blokes striped off and sat in front of me on the table in
much the 
same position as the girls had. He presented his cock to my mouth with

obvious intent. I was still being fucked from behind, quite violently
by this prick 
which kept slipping out of my cunt and bashing the sensitive skin
around my 
clit as it re-entered. 

I longed for a rest even just for a minute to get my breath back, but
it was not 
to be. As I obviously had not responded eagerly enough to the offered
prick at 
my mouth I felt a sharp CRACK as the belt came down across my ass
again, a 
bit higher up on my back, obviously in an attempt to miss the person
still 
fucking me hard. 

As I opened my mouth to cry out in pain from the whip the prick went
in, the 
owner leaning forward over me to get the best angle to force it right
down my 
throat. 
I started to gag, I had sucked boys cocks behind the bike sheds at
dinner 
break for a dare before now, but they were small and I'd just sucked
the ends 
before. Now I had a hole big cock right down my throat and I couldn't
take it. 

I was obviously gagging, my body arching convulsively and the prick in
my 
mouth started to withdraw a bit - then the prick in my cunt thrust
forward 
ramming my face forward and the prick In my mouth went straight back
down 
my throat. The prick in my cunt started to withdraw and my body moved
back a 
bit to get the prick in my mouth to withdraw - WHAM it thrust again
from 
behind and the process was repeated. 

Fortunately, because I was gagging so badly, the owner of the prick in
my 
mouth appeared to enjoy deep throat and it did not take him long to
orgasm - 
ejaculating directly down the back of my throat. As he withdrew I
puked all over 
his crutch which the onlookers found most amusing. Someone cleaned the

worst of the mess off the table but it was rather nasty as some had
now 
worked it's way down under my body and between my tits pressed flat
onto the 
glass surface. 

I was beginning to feel thoroughly miserable, I had, I admit, came a
second 
time but my cunt was so raw now every stroke was painful. I had been
forced 
to give another blow job, but at least this time he did not force his
prick right 
down my throat. I guess he learned a lesson from his friends
experience. 

One bystander had got bored of waiting for his turn and was being
wanked off 
by Sue and Mandy. I could see them out of the corner of my eye but I
did not 
pay much attention. Then I realized that this loaded weapon of a prick
was 
pointing in my direction - and it went off, gushing cum all over my
hair and 
face. This was yet another new and degrading experience as the sticky
cum 
seeped into my long hair and dripped down my cheek. 

Finally I thought it must be all over, it appeared that all the men
had had their 
turn with me and I had also serviced the two girls as well! That must
have 
been the initiation ceremony - WOW - At least, I thought, those two
girls had 
been through this before as well and they were still walking, although
I felt like 
I would never walk with my legs together again. 

There was some discussion going on between Sue and the others, 

"So what's next on the program" - 

"What about shaving her, that was Mandy's idea" - 

"A good whipping is what she deserves" - 

"Have you brought your Nipple Clips and string Sue?" and several other

similar suggestions, none of which appealed to me in the slightest. I
suppose 
being shaved would not be too painful if they are careful I thought. 

I started to relax as the attention was off me for a few brief
moments. Let them 
discuss as long as they like I thought as I closed my eyes and tried
to imagine 
my cunt was not raw and throbbing with over use. I didn't really take
much 
notice of a pair of hands pulling my ass cheeks aside - in fact I
quite 
appreciated the coolness of the air on my tender cunt which was more 
exposed by the process. 

Then something I really was not ready for - a prick pressing it's head
against 
my tight little bum hole, I even assumed that the driver was fumbling
about for 
my cunt and started to mutter "wrong hole, down a bit". There was no
reply to 
my protestations - the prick just pushed harder. 

I squealed out "No No No" as he pressed harder still, 

I suspect this only encouraged him, it certainly did not stop the
advance. I felt a 
burning sensation like a thousand pin pricks as my sphincter mussel
was 
stretched apart. He did not appear to be using any lubricant and I
could feel 
the friction mixed with the pain of tearing skin and muscle, I cried
out louder in 
agony my body convulsing in pain. 

"Relax - it will hurt less" a voice said, I don't think I could have
relaxed if I 
wanted to as I gulped for air between screams. I think this only
turned them on 
more because the onlookers became quite animated. A pair of hands
pulled 
my ass cheeks apart so every one could get a better view and somebody
else 
stuffed my panties rolled into a ball into my mouth to quiet me down a
bit. 

The prick eventually withdrew having made no significant entry into my
bottom. 
For a second I thought I might be going to be relieved of this
particular torture 
but I was wrong. The prick wiped itself on the juices trickling down
my thighs 
and with a new slight slippery coating returned to it's task of
assaulting my 
bum. 


I could feel the head of the prick pushing at my tight little hole,
forcing it's way 
in. I was sure I was not large enough to take it, it was going to do
me serious 
damage as I felt the head stretch my muscle and the pain increased as
the 
head started to make it's way past the first line of defense. 

I heard a crack of the whip and was surprised I felt no blow directly
but there 
was a yelp from behind. I assume the whip had been applied to the ass
of my 
assailant because his hips thrust forward more powerfully than before
and in 
one excruciatingly painful move the prick had entered my tight little
hole. A 
laugh went round the room at the successful use of the whip, which
probably 
incensed the owner of the prick more than ever - he started to thrust
hard, 
each new thrust causing a new stinging pain.  

A thousand pins a needles being stuck into my tightly stretched ass as
the 
cock buried itself ever deeper into me. 

As he achieved full penetration the pain began to ease a little, I was
still very 
dry, there being no natural lubricant in the back passage, but the
intense 
stinging was passing. Each new thrust causing mixed sensations of pain
in my 
bottom and a weird sensation in my stomach. The prick exploded in a
torrent 
of cum and a cry from the owner. I felt considerable relief as it was
withdrawn 
from it's most unsuitable home, the sphincter mussel giving an audible
plop as 
it pulled tight to re-seal my back passage. 

I lay motionless and sobbing gently, I was still in considerable pain
but now 
from so many different sources in my body I did not know which was
worse. I 
saw the leader of the pack walk round in front of me, his dick
semi-rigid and 
obviously soiled from it's recent travels. "I've a mind to make you
lick it clean 
you dirty slut" he said, but instead he wiped it on my hair. I just
sobbed a little 
louder not really caring any more. 

To my dismay I felt hands at my ass again and ARGhhhhhhhhh another
prick 
driven hard into my tender little brown hole. At least there was some 
lubrication from my previous assfuck but the pain was still intense.
This prick 
moved a little less harshly this time and I soon started to feel
sexual 
excitement mixed with the pain which was not so severe now. In my head
I felt 
confused, I was enjoying this in a sexual way, but I was also
disgusted and in 
pain. I did however orgasm after a few minutes, not a big one because
I was 
so tired by now, but none the less I had been excited by the
experience. I tried 
to hide it, but it was noticed which merely encouraged them on with
cries of 
"she's enjoying it" "do it harder" and the like. 
The girls were obviously getting bored again and wanted another
sucking. The 
prick in my ass came and was replaced by another as Mandy forced her
bald 
pussy into my face for a second time.  I really did not have the
strength to do 
anything, I could not resist and I could not raise the energy to suck
her clit 
either. She barked at me to stick my tongue out which I sort of
managed, 
finding her cunt hole tasting different, I realized she had been
fucked since I 
last sucked here and I could taste the mixture of spunk and cum
together. 

Then she motioned to Sue who lent over me and grabbed round my body, 
finding my tits on the table she lifted my body up to get her hands
under and 
grip a tit firmly in each hand. Then a rhythm started up with the
prick in my ass 
thrusting forward, Sue squeezing my tits harder and harder in time and

causing my body to move forward simultaneously to rub my face in
Mandy's 
cunt.  Mandy was enjoying the attention, especially as another man was

standing behind her playing with her tits and a third had his prick in
her mouth. 
She came twice in succession before taking the cum from the prick in
her 
mouth. As she stood up she wiped her mouth and looked at me "with a
bit 
more practice you could be good baby" she said with a grin. 

I'm not too sure what happened next, or rather how many of them
sodomized 
me, I remember one was very rough. He seamed to delight in making me 
scream and jabbed in and out viciously until I screamed and begged for
mercy. 
I think he was the one who really tore the flesh badly making me
bleed. 
Eventually it was all over, I know there was at least 15 of them in
total but I 
suspect there may have been more, it certainly felt like it. I think
every male 
fucked me and most must have sodomized me as well for an encore. 

At one point while I was being ass fucked I felt hands exploring my
cunt 
between the legs of my assailant while he was still working away at my
ass. 
Then I felt a cold implement being applied to my cunt lips and driven
home. I 
was later to find out it was an empty beer bottle, but all I felt at
the time was a 
cold smooth implement stretching my cunt wider than any prick had done
so 
far and increasing the sensation from the prick up my ass.  The bottle
was 
pushed in an out in time with the pumping of the prick in my ass,
steadily 
increasing in speed and urgency which ended up with me cumming, much
to 
everyone's delight. 

Finally they lost interest and made to leave, I guess this was about
10 or 11 
o'clock and they were planning on going to the bar for some more
drinks. I was 
still tied firmly spread-eagled out on the coffee table, I was so
tired and sore I 
really didn't care but as they left I did get it together to ask to be
untied. 
Sue just laughed - "Get yourself out of it or wait for mummy & daddy
to get 
home" and with that passing comment slammed the front door shut. I
cried, 
then I cried some more and finally fell asleep, still tied there to
the coffee table. 

When I awoke the pain was no better, different maybe but still every
smallest 
movement caused my ass and cunt to send shooting pains through my
body. 
My jaw and mouth was sore from all the blow jobs and I had a few
wheels still 
across my ass and back from the whip. I was badly bruised in front of
my hips 
from banging into the table top all the time and even my tits were
sore from the 
manhandling. 

I struggled for a while with my bonds but to no avail. I was stretched
out so 
tight across the table that there was no way I could even start to
loosen the 
knots around my hands of knees.  Try as I might there was no way out,
I 
started to cry to myself gently. I felt embarrassed and degraded, what
if Jono 
from school was to come to the house and find me like this, it would
be all over 
school. My mouth was dry and I had a raging thirst, I thought I could
still taste 
the cum in my mouth from the experience of the previous night. What's
more I 
was desperate for a pee. 

I must have cried myself to sleep for I awoke several hours later to
the sound 
of a door shutting, for a moment my heart rose, I was going to be
rescued and 
I didn't care who saw me like this all I wanted was to get free of my
bonds, 
have a pee and a drink. Then I froze, I recognized the two female
voices from 
last night, Sue and Mandy. 

They appeared in front of me, at least the seemed to be alone.  "Hi"
said Sue 
sort of sounding friendly which raised my hopes for a second. 

"Please let me go" I pleaded. 

"We thought we would come round and see how you were?" Mandy said, "I 
see you haven't managed to free yourself yet." 

With that comment Sue opened a large leather bag she was carrying and 
motioned to Mandy, obviously considering something in the bag. 

"Please let me up," I begged, "just for a moment at least, I need to
go for a 
pee." 


They both laughed and Sue said "Pee if you want to pee darling, we'll
enjoy 
watching won't we Mandy?" I didn't quite understand what they meant
for a 
moment, then it dawned on me that they wanted me to pee there and then

while still tied up. 

"Lets encourage her" said Mandy as she started to undress. I wondered
what 
was in store for me now. Mandy was now fully undressed and Sue was
also 
striping for action. Mandy stood on the table, just in front of me
with her legs 
apart looking down on me, she smiled and moved her hands down to her 
shaven pussy gently pulling her cunt lips apart so I could see
straight up her, 
her cunt glistened with moistness as she fingered herself slowly. 

Then it started, once again I had not anticipated their repertoire of
deviant 
acts, a golden yellow stream of piss started to flow from Mandy's open
cunt 
lips and shower down on me, spraying over my head soaking my hair and 
running down my face, I felt so humiliated as they laughed. 

Sue moved up to be from behind so as I could not see her approach, she

grabbed me around the waist and squeezed hard. I let out a little yelp
of 
surprise not really knowing what she was trying to achieve. "Go on
darling, you 
know you want to pee so go on and do it" she said as she squeezed
again, 
this time her fingers finding there way round to my stomach and
putting 
pressure on my tight bladder. I felt like I was going to burst and
then I also felt 
Mandy's hands pulling at my cunt lips, pulling them apart and
fingering my 
tender clit which felt all the more tender for the pressure built up. 

Sue squeezed again and I gave up the struggle, relaxing my muscles I 
released the pressure in my bladder in a stream of piss flowing from
my open 
cunt lips and down my legs soaking into the carpet where I knelt. 

I felt a combination of relief and shame, the two girls were laughing
and 
obviously getting excited. They came around in front of me again, Sue
picking 
up her leather bag. She produced a strange looking contraption from
the bag, I 
could not make it out immediately but it certainly involved something
that 
looked like an ENORMOUS cock and some straps. "Shall I go first?"
asked 
Sue. 

"Only if you satisfy me as well" said Mandy smiling as she helped Sue
fit this 
strange device. The base of the cock thing was placed over Sue's hairy
pussy 
and straps passed around her waist and between her legs to hold it in
place, 

It's purpose was becoming obvious as Mandy fetched some lubricant from
the 
bag and applied it to the plastic cock, then she bent over in front of
me so I 
had a full view of here ass and cunt pointing towards me. She reached
her 
hands around behind her and pulled her cunt lips open to reveal her
moist 
receptive hole. 

Sue positioned herself behind Mandy and turning her slightly so I
could still 
see exactly what was going on she pushed the huge plastic cock into
Mandy's 
willing cunt. "OOOOHhhh that's nice" moaned Mandy as Sue began to pump

slowly at first, then increasing in tempo. 

"OOOOHhhhhh" they both cried out together as the rhythm picked up, Sue

was obviously getting as excited as Mandy with the base of the cock 
pummeling her clit as she pumped it in and out of Mandy's dripping
cunt. Then 
they both exploded in a simultaneous orgasm, shouting with delight and

bucking furiously together. 

"My turn now, My turn" said Mandy. 

"OK" said Sue "but don't forget our young friend here, I don't think
she will 
want to miss out on the experience do you?" 

I can tell you I would have gladly missed out but I was never given
the 
opportunity to say so! I watched as they swapped the device over so
that 
Mandy was wearing it now. She pranced around for a few minutes
threatening 
Sue with it and generally getting off on having a cock to play with,
then she 
went around behind me out of sight. 

I felt the inevitable hands on my ass cheeks, slipping down to my cunt
lips and 
starting to explore. I was still damp from having peed earlier but
that did not 
seem to worry Mandy as she fingered my clit and said "Do you think she
can 
take it all?" 

"There's only one way to find out" said Sue which worried me, the
plastic cock 
thing had looked enormous and I was still extraordinarily tender after
the mass 
fucking I had endured only 24 hours before. I felt it's cold head
being pressed 
to my exposed cunt lips, I felt Mandy pushing forward as it stretched
me open.  
"OOOOOh - AAAARRRRggghh" I cried out. I had never had anything so
large 
in me before, even when I was fit and ready for it but now with my
already 
bruised cunt this was excruciatingly painful. 

"No Stop.... Please it hurts..... Aarrgghh... You are going to split
me open...... I 
can't take it..... Please Please Please" I cried out in pain. 

Mandy thrust some more, I felt her naked flesh press up against my ass
as the 
plastic cock was rammed fully home. It was so large, so firm as well.
She 
started to pump, In, Out, In, Out it went sending waves of pain over
my body, 
but strangely pleasure as well. I had never been quite so fully
penetrated as by 
this giant cock and in a way I liked it. Also the experience of being
fucked by 
another girl was interesting. She controlled her rhythm much better, 
instinctively building her tempo and force at the right time. 

Well I suppose she would have as she was bringing herself off at the
same 
time from the base of the plastic cock pounding her clit in response
to her 
every thrust. 

The speed increased as did the urgency of her thrusting. In, Out,
Pain, 
Pleasure, I did not know what was happening to me as I exploded in an 
orgasm. Mandy was still pounding away as I started to recover from my 
orgasm and noticed Sue kneeling on the table in front of me. One hand 
stretched out to massage one of Mandy's nipples and the other
fingering 
herself frantically. 

I was looking straight up into her shiny cunt poking out from her
hairy pussy as 
her fingers worked their way in and out. All of a sudden Sue threw her
head 
back with a shout of pure pleasure and started to emit a stream of
golden piss 
all over my face. Mandy became frantic, shouting out and banging away
even 
harder into my tender cunt, she shouted again and her whole body
quivered as 
she had a massive orgasm. 

I could not believe it, here I was being gang-raped again but this
time by two 
girls with very strange sexual pleasures. What annoyed me more than 
anything else was that I had apparently enjoyed it enough to orgasm
myself. I 
felt even more degraded at having enjoyed it. 

No sooner had Mandy withdrawn the monster dick from my now very tender

cunt than Sue was grabbing it off her and strapping it on herself.
"Look in the 
bag, there's a double-ender in there" she said to Mandy who removed
another 
large plastic object from the leather bag. "You can do me while I do
her" Sue 
said. 


I was intrigued by this new device, it was about the same diameter as
the strap 
on cock they were using, about twice as long and no straps. Mandy
tapped me 
lightly on the bum with it, fingering it lovingly she ran the
forefinger and thumb 
of one hand up and down the shaft in a very suggestive manner. 

Then she reached down to her pussy and started to rub one end over her
clit. I 
sort of figured out by now how they intended to use it, I suppose it
was pretty 
obvious. Mandy inserted the end she had been rubbing over her clit
into her 
cunt and let out a little sigh of pleasure.  She wiggled it about a
bit, as if 
checking the fit then slipped it out again and walked over the Sue who
was 
bending over slightly and applying lubricant to the plastic cock
strapped in 
position on her pussy. 

Mandy gently inserted the other end of the device into Sue's waiting
cunt from 
behind as Sue encouraged her, then looking distinctly silly with a
plastic cock 
poking out front and another behind Sue walked round behind me. I felt
my 
ass cheeks being separated once more and resigned myself to another 
fucking with the monster dick, it hadn't been that bad after all. 

Again I had misread the situation as I felt the tip of the cock press
up to my 
not-so-tight-any-more little ass hole. "No, No, No" I squealed and
pleaded 
before anything had even happened, I just knew that I could not stand
this. 
"Please no - don't do it, I'll do anything, please please". 

My pleas for mercy went unheeded and I felt Sue press forward, the end
of the 
cock stretching my sphincter muscle open, the pain rising - that
agonizing 
feeling of thousands of little pins piercing my ass as my skin was
stretched 
beyond it's natural limits. I cried out with pain, screaming at the
top of my voice 
with the agony as Sue released the pressure for a moment and then
thrust 
forward with renewed determination. 

I could feel the cock entering my ass hole slowly but surely. The
nature of the 
pain changing but not diminishing as the widest part passed through
the tight 
muscle and into my back passage. "OK, go for it Mandy" I heard Sue say
and I 
could feel Mandy struggling to mount the double-ended cock that was
poking 
out of Sue's cunt behind her as she bent over to ass fuck me.  

"OOOOhhhh that's good" I heard her say. 

Then the rhythm started Mandy would thrust into Sue, Sue into me and I
would 
just bash forward knocking my bruised hips on the top of the coffee
table. 
Then back as the pressure was released then forwards again. In and Out
I 
could feel the huge cock trying to move in my ass. I don't think it
slid in and out 
much as it was all much too tight, but I felt it pulling at the flesh
around the 
entrance to my bum hole and I felt it hammering around my insides. 

In and Out again, waves of pain rolling through me as I started to
scream with 
agony again. "Ride the bitch, Ride her harder" I heard Mandy call out
to Sue. I 
don't think I needed this encouragement for Sue but I got it all the
same as 
Sue thrust forward even harder than before. 

I cried out again and again which only seemed to encourage them more
as 
Mandy fucked Sue and herself simultaneously with the dildo and Sue 
continued her pounding. I heard their breathing rise as the tempo
quickened 
and my pain increased. I

 did not think the pain could get worse but it did as Sue started to
lose control, 
she was going wild with pleasure as the dildo penetrated her cunt and
the 
strap-on rubbed her clit. As she started to lose control the angle of
the cock in 
my ass started to change causing more pain as it bashed around my
insides 
and stretched me to braking point. 

At last they came, shouting wildly and ramming into me one last time.
The 
relief was enormous as Sue slid back and removed the cock from my ass.
As 
they came around in from of me again I could see the plastic cock
smeared 
with the soil from my back passage and blood from the ripped flesh
around by 
ass hole. "Do you want to lick it clean" Sue motioned the thing
towards my 
mouth, but fortunately decided better of it. 

They were obviously satisfied with their evenings work and started to
put their 
toys back in the bag. Looking around the room Mandy then said "We
really 
ought to tidy up a bit Sue, don't you think". I didn't like the way
she said it, I 
was sure it was not a genuine offer to clear up the mess they had
created. 

"There's a couple of old beer bottles here we should put away" she
said and 
with that picked one up and walked behind me. I should have guessed by
now 
as I felt the beer bottle being rammed up my cunt, again I squealed
with pain I 
was so tender and the beer bottle was thrust so far up. Then another
cry of 
pain as the second one was thrust up my ass. Sue reached into the bag
and 
produced a roll of tape and proceeded to tape the objects in place so
they 
could not fall out. I wept openly as they finished their handiwork and
made to 
leave. 
"Please untie me" I pleaded one more time with no real hope of
success. 

"What do you think Mandy, have we had enough of her" said Sue 

"Well she's not much use for anything else now. She was a nice tight
fresh 
teenager but now she' just a slack old whore" was the reply. 

"I know, we'll give her a sporting chance" said Sue as she lent
forward and cut 
one of my arms free. "It will still take you several minutes to free
yourself from 
there and we will be gone by then". 

With that they departed. I eventually managed to untie myself with my
one free 
hand, but it took me at least an hour because I was so sore and stiff
from 
being held in one position for so long.  Removing the bottles was very
painful 
as the tape was stuck tight to the hairs of my pussy, I had already
endured so 
much pain I could hardly face any more but the bottles made it
impossible for 
me to stand or move. I persevered and finally succeeded. 

I cleaned myself up as best I could in shower, I had wanted to soak in
a bath 
but I could not sit down on the hard surface of the tub my ass was so
sore. 

I thought about reporting it to the police, but decided I would not be
believed, 
and even if I was I did not want my parents to find out. I certainly
did not want 
the story all around school and the town - which it was sure to be if
I had 
reported it. I got lots of antiseptic cream and rubbed it into my
injured ass and 
cunt and then because I had no alternative, being I could not sit, I
lay down on 
my front on the bed and slept. 

It took about two days before I could walk out of the house and look
relatively 
normal, I still had to try and keep my legs a little apart as I walked
and I could 
not sit comfortably for a week.  However I made a full recovery and as
you can 
see, I am still here to tell the tale.


Cindy Can't Get Enough

CHAPTER 1



The fourteen-year-old giggled. She felt a great deal of
accomplishment. This 
morning she had convinced her mother that she was sick. Her mother had

called the school and let Cindy stay home. The teenage had watched 
television most of morning. 

Then at lunch, she walked to the burger shop and met some of her
school 
friends for lunch. She returned home about 1:00 and went to her
bedroom to 
change into her bathing suit. She thought she might lay out at the
pool for a 
couple of hours-before her mother got home. 

Cindy had not noticed the back door of the house. If the pretty
brunette had 
bothered, she would have seen the broken glass of the door. She would
have 
known that an intruder was in her house-in her room. 

From inside the girl's closet through the slats in the closet door,
Rick watched 
her reflection in the mirror. The girl began undressing. She slid off
her shirt. 
Her smooth, tan skin glowed, and contrasted with the white cotton bra
that 
covered her young breasts. Cindy reached down and unhooked the front
clasp 
on her bra. Rick grinned as the fabric slid seductively away from her
tender, 
firm breasts. The girl's nipples puckered as the cool air touched
them. 

Cindy smiled and ran the tips of her fingers over her flesh, feeling
sharp tingles 
as her fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her pink nipples. 

Then, Cindy pulled her shorts down and off her long legs. Rick's mouth

watered at the sight of the girls tight, young ass and smooth,
muscular thighs. 
Finally, the girl's fingers inched toward her white cotton panties.
Rick watched 
as the girl slid her panties down. She revealed her sparse bush. Rick
couldn't 
wait to be inside the girl's hot cunt. 

Cindy slipped the panties off and walked to her dresser. Her leg
muscles 
rippled as she moved. She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled
out her 
tiny thong-backed bikini bottoms-the ones Cindy kept hidden from her
mother 
who would never approve. She slid them on. Then, she slid on her
bikini top. 

As she reached back to fasten the top in place, Rick stepped from the
closet 
holding his knife up for the girl to see. 

"Don't bother, bitch." Rick said calmly. Cindy turned with a gasp. She
first saw 
the knife in Rick's hand and then the evil grin on the man's face. 

"Fuckin' bitch, don't even think about screaming, or I'll cut you like
a fuckin' pig. 
Like a pig!" Rick's anger showed. His teeth clenched. 

"Who are you? What?" Cindy was stopped cold as Rick rushed up to her
and 
grabbed her arm. 

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I'll do all the talking." He pushed Cindy
against the 
wall and put the knife to her throat. "You do what I say and you might
live." He 
pushed the knife up against the girl's flesh. 

"No. Not me. Why me?" Cindy was shook in fear. In her confusion, she
didn't 
know what to do. All she knew was that she wanted to live. 

Rick reached up and stroked the soft skin of Cindy's cheek. The little
girl was 
paralyzed with fear. The man's hand then slid to the girl's neck and
then down 
to the soft titty flesh not covered by her top. The girl's young skin
was hot to 
the touch. "Nice." Rick said in satisfaction. 

Rick took a small step back. "Show me your tits or I'll cut you." Rick
said 
angrily. Cindy's lips quivered. Do as he says, she thought, and he'll
let me live. 
The little girl knew only one thing to do. She reached up and slid her
bikini top 
off. Cindy immediately folded her arms over her chest. 

Suddenly she realized this was the wrong thing to do. The man eyes
glared in 
anger. Then, he jammed his knee into her stomach. Pain surged through
the 
girl and she doubled over. Rick yanked her up and slammed his fist
into her 
stomach. Again, Cindy doubled over. The little girl groaned in pain. 

"No. Oh please, please, stop. Don't!" She could hardly think for the
pain in her 
gut. Rick thrust her body up again. Then, Cindy felt the man's knife
at her 
throat. Rick cold eyes looked deep into her own. 

"You don't ever cover your body from me. You got that, bitch." 

Cindy whispered a weak, "Yes." 
"Now put your hands on top of your head and keep 'em there." Cindy
raised 
her hands. She stood before the rapist. In nothing but her bikini
bottoms. Her 
tits jutted out from her body and her nipples grew hard from fear and 
excitement. The little girl's tits were large for a
fourteen-year-old's. Rick 
admired the girl's young, slender form. Then, he reached up and cupped
one 
of Cindy's firm tits. The warm titty flesh filled his hand


Cindy Can't Get Enough

CHAPTER 2


Rick threw the girl to the ground. Cindy fell in a limp heap, her face
to the 
ground. The teen's body curved down to her shapely ass covered only by
her 
tight bikini bottoms. The rapist smiled as his eyes eat in the tight,
young ass 
before him. 

Without a moment's hesitation, the rapist bent down and grabbed
Cindy's arm 
and lifted her. 

"Come on, bitch." 

Cindy felt helpless as the man dragged her into the living room and
threw her 
half naked body face down over the back of the living room couch.
Cindy's 
position thrust her tight ass up high and forced her bikini bottoms to
bite into 
her soft skin. 

"No, please. Please." She begged. Rick smiled at his work. 

"Now, Sugar, you listen to me and listen good. You keep your mouth
shut and 
do just what I say. You understand?" Rich reached into his back pocket
with 
his free hand and pulled out a switch blade. Pressing the button on
the side, 
the blade sliced into position, and Rick reached around the girl,
putting the 
blade to her neck. "You understand?" He pressed the knife hard against
the 
girl's young flesh. 

"Yes. Please don't hurt me." Cindy whimpered. 

Rick wasn't listening. He let go of the girl's hands. "Don't move,
bitch." He 
demanded. 
Reaching into his pocket, Rick brought out a role of surgical tape and
quickly 
tied Cindy's wrists together in front of her, and then tied them to
the board that 
ran along the bottom of the couch. When her hands were secure, he
moved 
down her slim, muscular legs. 

He first grabbed her right ankle and tied it to one leg of the couch.
He then 
moved to the other ankle. Rich Pulled the girl's legs wide apart,
stretching her 
smooth muscles. Cindy whimpered helplessly while Rick fastened her
left 
ankle to the other leg of the couch. 

The girl's legs stretched out helplessly before the man. Her young ass
was 
pointed high and Rick could see the outlines of her soft cunt pressed
against 
the taught fabric of her bikini bottoms. 

Rick slowly ran his hands over Cindy's half exposed ass cheeks. The
slender 
"V" of the girl's bottoms did little to cover her firm ass cheeks.
Cindy shivered 
as she felt man's fingers roam over her taught thighs. Rick slowly
inched the 
edges of Cindy's bikini bottoms in toward her crack, exposing almost
all of her 
ass cheeks. 

"You little slut. You've been askin' for this all summer. Wearin'
these tight little 
bikini's to the pool. Showin' off like some whore. Well now, your
gonna show 
off a little more than usual." 

"Please, please, I still a virgin." Cindy pleaded. 

Rick grinned. "Not for long, slut." Cindy's breath caught as she felt
the knife 
press against her inner thigh. She gasped as the blade slid over her
skin 
toward her cunt. Rick moved the tip of the blade over the girl's pussy
lips, her 
ass crack, and then to her side where a single string held her bikini
bottoms in 
place. The knife slid smoothly under the string and sliced it with a
pop. Rick 
quickly cut the string holding the other side, and the fabric fell to
the floor. 

Cindy's ass was smooth and tight. Her warm crack was spread wide open 
exposing her vulnerable pink ass hole. The little puckered hole
glistened with 
cunt juices. Rick's eyes moved down to the girl's pussy. Cindy's young
cunt 
lips were full and fat. The teen's cunt lips were pulled wide open-her
fuck hole 
gaping and glistening with her juices. "Shit, that's sweet." Rick
grunted. 

Rick's index finger moved to the rim of the girl's ass hole. As his
finger made 
contact with the tight, little sphincter, the muscle tightened and
released. 
Cindy squirmed and pleaded for him to stop, but her begging excited
Rick all 
the more. 

Rick smiled at the thought of the girl's hole wrapping around his
cock. He 
played with the warm juice that covered the tender hole. Gently
rubbing the 
puckered skin, the man smiled as the girl's sensitive sphincter
tightened and 
released. 

After toying with the girl, Rick began easing this finger into teen's
tight hole. 
The girl cried as she felt the man's digit penetrate her. 

Rick savored the feel of the hot, tight flesh that swallowed the tip
if his finger. 
He then violently shoved this finger the rest of the way. Cindy
screamed as he 
buried his finger to the knuckle in her tight hole. She felt as if her
ass were on 
fire. Pain filed her mind as Rick's finger stretched her tiny hole.
"Fuck, you are 
tight." 

"Stop. Please stop. Oh, it hurts." Cindy pleaded. 

"Stop? I'm just starting with you, slut." Rick moved his finger
roughly. Her 
swirled his digit around in the girl's intestines-feeling the soft,
velvet-like walls. 

Rick slid his finger back an inch and then slid it back in. Cindy
squirmed at the 
pain. Her ass was too small. In and out, Rick finger fucked the girl.
Cindy's ass 
juices coated his finger and made it easy for the man. "Oh, please. It
hurts. 
Your finger is too big." Cindy begged, but even as she did, she began
to feel a 
tinge of pleasure. Small tingles shot through her as Rick's finger
explored her 
virgin asshole. The little girl felt her desire rising again; and she
felt her cunt 
growing hot and wet. 

Cindy heard Rick laugh. "Bitch, It's time you took my big finger."
Rick pulled 
his finger from the girl's ass. His dick was hard again. The cock meat
was 
swollen and pulsing. Rick stood up and positioned his cock at the
girl's tight 
hole. Cindy felt the man's cock head press against her tiny hole. 

"No. That's perverted. No, you pervert. Its too big." 

The man didn't move. "What did you call me." 

"You are a pervert. You can't do this." 

"Maybe you're right." 

Cindy, couldn't believe her ears. He wasn't going to do this to her-he
wasn't 
going to fuck her ass. Then she heard the man's cold voice. "Your
right, I 
probably can't do this. Sweet meat, your just too tight. I guess I'll
have to 
loosen you up a little." 

The rapist stood up and removed the black leather belt he wore. He
doubled 
up the belt and popped it loudly. Cindy wept. Tears rolled from her
eyes. "No. 
Oh, please. Don't hurt me. Please." The teenager cried


Cindy Can't Get Enough

CHAPTER 3


The rapist went back for his cloths. He put on his pants and shoes,
and then 
went to the kitchen for something to drink. 

Rick jerked his head up at the sound of the key in the lock. He froze
where he 
stood as the lock on the door clicked and the door swung open wide.
There in 
the door, bending down to pickup a sack, was a young girl no older
than 
thirteen. The girl wore a basketball uniform. 

From where he stood, Rick could see that the girl was tall for her
age. Her legs 
were long and muscular but still slender and girlish. Her breasts were
firm and 
pressing against the slightly tight top of her uniform. Even from
across the 
room, Rick could tell the girl wore no bra. 

The girl picked up her sack and came in to the apartment. She shut the
door 
behind her. 

"Cindy, you home?" She called. 

"Cindy's out shopping, she'll be back in a couple of hours." Rick said
and the 
girl looked startled in his direction. "Cindy said you might get here
before she 
got back. Hi. I'm Rick, Cindy's friend." 

"Oh, another boyfriend." 

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Rick came around the bar. Stacy's
eyes 
immediately surveyed Rick's bare chest and stomach. "I'm sorry, let me
get a 
shirt on!" 

"No." Stacy cut him off a little too sharply. "I mean, its O.K." The
girl liked the 
smooth muscles of the man's chest. She moved to the kitchen. As she
passed 
Rick, she let her arm brush Rick's stomach ever so slightly. His warm,
tight 
skin sent a tingle through her. 

Rick went to the couch. Stacy began putting the items in her sack away
in the 
cabinets of the kitchen. She and Rick talked as she worked-just small
talk. 
When she was done, she made herself a soft drink and came out to sit
on the 
couch with Rick. 

Now the man got a good look at the little girl. Stacy's smooth skin
was golden. 
She looked athletic-muscular thighs and slender figure. Rick found it
hard to 
keep his eyes off the girl, especially her tits. Stacy's tits were
small and firm, 
and her perky nipples poked out from the smooth fabric that covered
them. 

The girl felt Rick's eyes on her. She liked it. Teasing her sister's
boyfriends 
was one of her favorite things to do. Stacy knew she was sexy for her
age and 
that her sister's boyfriends liked looking at her. But, she also knew
they would 
never do anything to her-she was too young. 

"So, how did you meet my sister?" Stacy asked as she reached a hand
down 
and massaged her thigh. 

"Oh, we met at the pool." 

"Yeah, Cindy goes there a lot-she meets a lot of guys that way." Stacy
said as 
she continued to massage her thigh. "I think I pulled a muscle at
practice after 
school. My leg really hurts." 

"I'm pretty good at massage." Rick said. "You want me to rub it a
little for you." 
Rick could feel his heart beating faster. 

Stacy paused for a second. The young teen wanted the man touching her,
but 
she was afraid. 

"I promise I want bite." Rick smiled. 

Desire took over the girl. 

"Yeah, thanks." Stacy said. The thought of the man's hands on her
thigh 
excited her, and besides, she would get to watch Rick get all worked
up. She 
liked the power she had over older men. 


Cindy Can't Get Enough

Chapter 4


After dragging the two young girls to the basement of his house, Rick
walked 
over to a large chest against the wall. He reached in and brought out
a pair of 
handcuffs. He moved to thirteen-year-old's body and pulled her arms
above 
her head. Then he clamped the heavy metal cuffs about each wrist. 

The rapist hoisted the girl and carried her to a point in the room
were a metal 
hook hung from the ceiling. He then raised the girl so that the chain
linking the 
cuffs wrapped over the hook. 

Rick stood back to admire his work. The girl's toes were inches from
the 
ground. Her torso was stretched tight-tiny breasts heaving forward and

stomach stretched in. 

The young teen swung naked and helpless. Rick grabbed the girl's hips
and 
pulled her body close. Stacy's tits were at mouth level, and Rick
licked and 
nibbled at the girl's puckered, pink nipples. Stacy moaned in her
unwilling 
sleep. 

"More for you later, hot stuff." Rick turned to Cindy whose sexy form
lay limp 
on the cold floor. "But, big sis needs a fuck." 

Rick Walked over and picked-up the teenager and carried her to a table
in the 
center of the room. 

The table was six feet long. At one end, a pair of iron stirrups were
bolted to 
the table. The stirrups were much like those found in gynecologist's
offices, but 
they were obscenely wide and pulled far out from the table so that
anyone 
fitting into them would find there ass and cunt an inch or two off the
end of the 
table. 
Metal clamps on hinges were located on the stirrups-designed to wrap
around 
a victim's ankles. Rick pulled the girl to the table's edge and forced
her limp, 
muscular legs wide apart. Cindy moaned as Rick spread her wide. He
locked 
one ankle in place. He then pulled the girls other leg out. He had to
hold the 
leg firmly while locking the ankle in place. Cindy's legs were spread
in an 
almost perfect split. Her gash spread wide, and her tiny fuck hole
gaped open 
slightly. 

Rick moved around the table and pulled the girl's wrists above her
head. He 
stretched the girl's arm's until the reached a pair of handcuffs
bolted to end of 
the table. After locking the girl's wrists in place, Rick ran his
hands down the 
girl's arms to her tightly stretched, fat tits. He squeezed the
fourteen year-old's 
hot flesh in his hands. 

Rick walked to around to the chest by the wall and brought out a small
vile, a 
large rag, a slender leather string, and several other small items. He
returned 
to the girl, opened the vile and placed it under the girl's nose.
Cindy breathed 
in and the vapors of the vile awakened her. The teen moaned as her
eyes 
opened. Upon seeing the rapist, she opened her mouth to scream, but
Rick 
quickly forced the rag deep in her mouth. 

"Now, now, you don't want to wake you little sister." Rick said.
Cindy's eyes 
opened wide and she turned her head. She saw with horror her young
sister's 
naked body hung from the ceiling. 

Rick undressed. His long cock was already hard for the teen's cunt. 

The rapist brought up his hand and showed Cindy what he held. There
the girl 
saw two metal clips. Rick pinched one clamp and it opened wide, and
little girl 
could see that it had sharp metal teeth. Rick reached to Cindy's fat
right tit and 
squeezed so that her tender nipple bulged. He grinned as he bent over
and 
placed the clip on the girl's nipple. Cindy bit hard on the rag and
screamed as 
she felt the metal teeth of the clip bite into her young flesh. 

Cindy's nipple bulged inside the clip. Waves of horrible pain rushed
over the 
teen. Her tit felt like it was on fire. 

Rick methodically performed the procedure on Cindy's other tit. The
little girl 
squirmed in pain as the two clips hung tightly to her huge tit flesh. 


He moved around the table and between the girl's wildly stretched
thighs. Rick 
slowly reached to the fat folds of the teens' cunt and spread the
tender flesh. 
There Rick found the ball of flesh he sought. Cindy's clit was
large-the size of a 
pea. The rapist grinned as he knelt down and wrapped the thin cord of
leather 
in his hand around the girl's delicate clit. 

Cindy cried in muffled horror as she felt the man wrap the string
around her 
clit. 

Rick looped the cord and then tied a knot. 

"Now, I'll just tighten this a little for you, sugar." Rick said as he
yanked the 
cord's ends tight. Cindy screamed as the leather bit into her flesh.
Rick 
doubled the knot and pulled tight. The girl's clit bulged with trapped
blood. The 
teen's clit fattened in the tight grasp of the cord. 

Rick reached down and grasped the fleshy knob between his finders. The
girl's 
little clit felt like a small grape ready to be popped. The rapist
slowly and 
methodically rubbed his fingers over the sensitive flesh. Cindy
squirmed at his 
touch. The girl tried to twist from her bonds as she felt the man's
fingers 
rubbing her clit. 

Suddenly she became aware of what the man was doing. The tight cord
had 
made her clit super sensitive, and the man was rubbing it in a slow
rhythm. A 
fire of pleasure began burning between her outstretched thighs. 

She moaned involuntarily and felt her body once again betray her as
her cunt 
juices began to flow. As if possessed, the girl pushed her pussy
forward in 
hopes of making the man's contact stronger. But, Rick's fingers only
slid lightly 
over the flesh. 

Cindy cried in shame. Her body was not her own, and the rapist knew
it. 

"Now your gonna love this," Rick said as he grabbed his ten inch, fat
cock and 
brought it to the teen's open gash. 

Rick guided his huge cock head to the fat folds of the teen's virgin
cunt. He 
slid his tool to the top of the girl's gash and slid in down the tiny
slit. Rick 
moved his cock up and down, mixing the sweet juice oozing from the
teen's 
fuck hole with his own pre-cum. 

He then slid to his head to the girl's tight hole and pushed gently.
The teen's 
hole opened like a mouth to take the big cock. Rick pushed his big
cock head 
in. 

Rick groaned. The hot hole tightened around his meat. Cindy's cunt was
like a 
hot, wet vise. 

Rick began pushing his cock into the girl when suddenly he stopped.
His meat 
hit the young girl's virginity. Rick's eyes widened. "Fuck, you really
are a 
virgin." He said smiling. "How sweet." 

Cindy was horrified. She could feel the big cock meat pressing against
her 
virgin sheath. 

Rick grabbed Cindy's hips to give him leverage. "If I do this quick,
it would not 
hurt so bad." He grinned. "But, then that wouldn't be fun." 

Slowly, Rick pushed his cock forward. He felt his cock pushing against
the 
girl's virginity. 

Rick pushed harder. Cindy groaned in pain as the man pushed harder and

harder into her. But her delicate flesh did not tear. 

"Damn." Rick said as pushed hard into the girl. Cindy screamed in
pain. She 
suddenly felt her flesh tear a little, and then in an instant the big
cock ripped all 
the way through her virginity. 

Rick was pushing so hard when the girl's flesh ripped open, that he
slid 
forward into the girl all the way. 

"Ugghhhhhh." Rick moaned as his cock slid deep into the little girl's
fuck hole. 
He felt the hot vaginal walls of the teen sucking him in. When he had
buried all 
ten inches of his meat into the girl, he stopped a moment to feel the
teen's hot, 
wet pussy. 

Rick pulled his shaft back. Drops of virgin blood covered his cock. he
reached 
down and slid his index finger along his shaft, coating the tip with
the girl's 
blood and cunt juices. He brought his finger to his lips and tasted
the girl's 
juices. "Hmmmmm. You're so tasty." 


Cindy was frozen in fear. The man's cock had just ripped her
virginity, and now 
the man was tasting her blood. Cindy realized that the man could do
anything 
to her he wanted, and it terrified her. 

Rick slid his cock deep into the girl's cunt. Her vaginal walls
wrapped tightly 
around his fat cock meat-caressing the meat in a warm, wet grip.
"Fuck, you're 
tight." 

Cindy only whimpered as her tender cunt was invaded by the massive
shaft. 
She felt the man's cock begin slowly pistoning back and forth in her
tight cunt. 
"Oh, please, please, stop." Cindy begged the man, but he didn't
listen. Her 
pleas only seemed to excite him more, and he thrust his cock in and
out of her 
even deeper and faster. 

Then, the little girl heard a slapping sound and felt a delicate spank
of flesh on 
her ass hole. The rapist was fucking her so hard that his balls were
slapping 
against her sore and swollen hole. 

Slap, slap, slap. The sound of the man's sack spanking her hole filled
the 
room. Cindy was so ashamed. The wet sound meant that she was so juiced
up 
that she had drenched her own ass with her creamy sex nectar. 

The realization made the girl aware of something beyond the initial
pain of the 
invading. She became aware of the tingles of pleasure the man's big
cock was 
sending through her pussy. 

"Please, stop." She whispered, but the plea was weaker. The little
girl bit her 
lip to take her mind off the increasing waves of pleasure the man's
cock sent 
through her. 

Rick saw the change in Cindy. Her pussy became wetter as he continued
to 
fuck the teen, and the little girl began tightening the muscles in her
firm thighs 
each time he forced himself deep into the teen's cunt. 

Cindy bit hard. The pleasure was overtaking her body again. But, she
would 
fight it. Pleasure washed over her. She tasted blood from her lip, yet
she bit 
even harder to keep her mind from the pleasure building in her snatch.
She 
would not let him do this to her. But, his cock felt so good inside
her. 

A thin film of sweat broke over the girl's firm body. 

The rapist smiled and fucked the girl even harder. The little slut was
ready for 
more. He reached the side of the table and grabbed a short vibrator.
He turned 
it on, and pressed it against the teens swollen clit. 

"Auuuuuugghhh." Cindy lost it. A thousand fingers of pleasure ripped
through 
her cunt. Cindy's body took over. The teen's grunted like an animal. 

The rapists cock pistoned inside her and the vibrator buzzed at her
young clit. 

"Uuggghhhh." Cindy grunted. 

"Aaawwwwhhh." The rapist moaned at the young girl's sounds. The
muscles in 
her cunt clinched repeatedly at his meat, and he felt the cum rising
his cock. 

But, before he came, the rapist wanted full control of the hot pussy
he was 
fucking. 

"Uugggghhhhh." The girl's body tensed as she approached orgasm. Then,
the 
man pulled his cock back and let it rest at the tiny entrance to the
girl's cunt. 
He stopped rubbing the swollen nub under his thumb. 

"Uuggghh, uuggghh." The girl rutted uncontrollably. 

"You want to cum, slut. So beg for it. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to
cum 
inside you." 

Cindy had no control. An animal had taken over, and all she wanted was
to 
cum and cum hard. The little girl looked into the man's face. Her
innocent eyes 
opened wide with pleading. "Fuck me, please. I want you to cum inside
my 
pussy." 

That was all the man needed. He slammed his cock into the girl and
stroked 
her clit feverishly with the vibrator. 

"Uugghhh." Cindy groaned. The sweat glistened off her firm body. 

"Awwwggghhh." The man shouted as the cum rose again in her cock. 

"Awwwggghhh." The rapists balls jerked and he fired a wad of hot
man-juice 
deep inside the girl. 

Cindy felt the hot milk spray the walls of her cunt, and at that
moment her body 
let go. Every muscle in the teen tensed and the little slut came.
"Uugghhhhh." 
The teen twisted her head back and forth as wave after wave of
unbelievable 
pleasure washed over her. 

"Uugghhhh." Rick moaned, the girl's cunt seemed to be sucking the cum
from 
him. Rick pulled back his cock from the girl's cum-hungry pussy. An
enormous 
wad of goo fired from his cock head and splattered onto the fat,
swollen lips of 
the teen's gash. The goo slid down to the teen's hole as another wad
spewed 
from the man's cock. This one splattered low and dripped down, rolling
over 
the teen's ass hole. Rick raised this cock and the last gush of cream
splashed 
onto the girl's huge, swollen clit. 

The slap of the hot cum on her hyper-sensitive clit brought the teen
another 
wave of uncontrollable orgasm, and Rick watched her young body as it
writhed 
in uncontrollable pleasure.

The Birthday
Part 1



It started the summer that I turned 9. It was 1972 and my father was
working 
as an engineer with Hewlett Packard. He was 42 then. He'd been married
for 
12 years to my mother and they had had 2 children, my older sister,
Natalie 
and myself. Nat was 11 in 1972. 

As sisters go, we were the best of friends. We both had are own group
that we 
hung out with away from home but we also got along really well while
we were 
together. Oh there were the usual arguments that sisters will have and
even 
an occasional all out brawl with the scratching and hair pulling.
However these 
incidents were few and far between because Daddy wouldn't stand it for
long. 
Caught in a fight with each other by my father meant being taken to
his study 
for punishment. 

The study came to be a feared place in our household. No one ever went
into 
it with out my father being present. Not even my mother. It was
declared 
"Dad's space" and was left alone. Similarly, if dad was in his study,
he wasn't 
to be bothered. You knocked once if you needed him and if he didn't
answer 
right away, you left him alone. If he was the king of the castle, then
his study 
certainly was the Royal throne room. 

"Punishment" meant being led alone into his study where door was
closed and 
locked. Nat and I were then made to strip below the waist. He then
made up 
bend over his desk, grabbing the other edge with our hands. We then
would 
get lashes with his belt. The  number of lashes we got depended on his
mood 
and the severity of the infraction. After the whipping, he would then
call us over 
to sit in his lap where he would lecture us on being good and doing
what,  
"Mommy and I tell you to do without question." Of course we were still
naked 
from the waist down but our modesty was something he never concerned 
himself with. We would always nod our heads in acknowledgment through
tear 
stained faces and then we could dress and leave. As a result, fights
of that 
type between Nat and I became less and less frequent. 

The place where this all happened, His study, was perhaps the biggest
room 
in the house. It had been remodeled from the original family room.
When he 
had bought the house even before he and mom had been married. 

He had added a family room onto the back and that left him with a very
nice 
richly paneled study. It was big enough for his Huge oak desk and an
adjoining 
drafting table area where he did the work he brought home. 

It also had a wet bar, a large sitting area with a fold out couch (For
the nights 
when he would work straight through on a project) It's own bathroom
and 
kitchenette area and a large entertainment area with a color TV and a
set up 
that he had brought home from work called a Video Cassette machine. It
also 
came with a camera. On the one occasion that I had seen it, I couldn't
figure 
out how it made pictures because the "film" was just a gray strip of
plastic. 

My parents never talked about my father's 1st marriage. It was
something that 
we found out about one evening after my parents had had a fight and
mom 
mentioned her name in the heat of the moment. She immediately looked 
horrified. 

My father's face became redder than I'd ever seen it and he yelled at
my 
mother to never speak that name again. He then locked himself in his
study 
and we didn't see him for three days. He would come and go through the

study's private entrance. When we questioned my mother about this
other 
woman, she would only give sketchy details. Apparently he had married
right 
out of High School to an older woman with children of her own already.


They remained married for about 7 years and then she divorced him and 
vanished. He never saw her or the children again. My mother claimed
that she 
had no idea what caused the divorce  but from the way she used that
woman's 
name in their argument, both Nat and I knew better. We just didn't
know what. 

That was life at my home leading up to the summer of 1972 when my 9th 
birthday finally came. As controlling as daddy seemed  to be at times,
he was 
also a very loving man. He hugged and kissed my mother often in front
of us. 
We would hear them both tell each other how much they loved each other
and 
us kids. That gave Nat and I a sense of security that a lot of our
friends at 
school didn't have because their parents were divorced or just plain
nasty to 
each other. 

Daddy always found the time to take an interest in our studies at
school, our 
extracurricular activities, our friends and in us as people. Not just
his 
daughters but as people with our own thoughts on things. It was
usually one on 
one and it made us feel special. 

Thus on the day we celebrated my 9th birthday, daddy took me on a
special 
trip that was just for he and I. I had remembered when Nat turned 9
and he 
had done the same thing with her. I did notice that the relationship
between the 
two of them seemed different after they came back a week later. 

I bugged Natalie incessantly as to the details but she would brush me
aside 
with the comment, "You're too young to know about it." 

Now I would find out. The party that my mom had planned went off
without a 
hitch. She had hired a caterer to take care of  the dinner. I was
allowed to 
invite 10 friends from school for a sleep-over. That was when I found
out a little 
of what was going to happen with daddy although I didn't fully
understand it. 

Laying next to Natalie in sleeping bags in the famliy room that night,

surrounded by 10 of my girlfriends from school, Natalie leaned over
and 
whispered in my ear. 

"What daddy wants to do is to make you a woman, Julie. He says that
only 
lucky little girls with daddy's like him get to become women this
way." 

"What does that mean, Nat?" I asked. 

"I can't tell you. Daddy said you had to find out for yourself. All I
can say is that 
it was kinda weird at first but then I really liked it. I think you
will too. After you 
come back, we can talk all about it. Daddy said so." 

I laid back down in my sleeping bag and stared at the ceiling. I
couldn't 
imagine what daddy could possibly do to make me a woman. I thought all
I had 
to do was grow up. With that thought in my head, I drifted off to
sleep bringing 
the next day and the trip with daddy closer.


The Birthday
PART 2


My mom woke us the next morning about 8:30 for breakfast. It was a
Saturday 
and after some time spent with my friends, it would be time for daddy
and I to 
leave on our trip. I had dreamed all night long about what was going
to happen 
to "make me a woman" as Nat had said. I simply couldn't think of what
would 
be coming. 
At the age of 9, I was still very naive as to sexual matters. Oh I
knew that a 
man had a penis and that a woman had a vagina. I even knew what they
were 
for. But beyond it being something you were forced to endure after you
were 
married, it wasn't something that came into my head. I didn't
associate sex and 
womanhood. 

To me at that age, sex didn't exist. True on occasion I would find
myself 
rubbing my vagina sometimes in bed but to me it wasn't a sexual thing.
It  
simply felt good. I didn't think it dirty or sexual or any thing
taboo. I just simply 
did it. Though I had noticed that in recent months my need to rub my
vagina 
was coming more and more often. 

Perhaps as some sort or verification that I wasn't the only one that
did this, I 
asked my friend, Michelle, about it at school. After an embarrassed
hesitation, 
she admitted that she did. To me that was the end of that. Girls
rubbed their 
vaginas. End of story. Was it sexual? I hadn't the faintest clue and
could have 
cared less. 

Looking back now, I find it hard to believe how naive I really was
considering 
the various ways that daddy exercised his authority over Natalie and
I. I mean 
being told to strip from the waist down and bend over your father's
desk so that 
he could spank you wasn't something that went on in every household.
But I 
guess that since we were a family that didn't hide matters of nudity
around the 
house, I just never made the correlation. 

A typical family morning could find us all crammed into the hall
bathroom in 
various stages of dress, daddy included. You grow up that way and you
never 
think anything about it. We had a Jacuzzi out back on the deck and
when it 
was just the family and even a few close friends of mine or Nat's from
school, 
we went in naked. It would have seemed "weird" otherwise. 

Sometime around 11am, the last of my friends left. Daddy came into my 
bedroom and closed the door. I was sitting on my bed writing in my
diary and 
he sat down next to me. He patted the bed next to him and I slid over,
placing 
my diary face down on the nightstand so that I wouldn't lose my place.


He placed my face in his hands ever so gently. I looked up into his 
handsomely rugged face. A hint of gray at the temples. Deep lines
around his 
eyes and mouth only seemed to make him look distinguished rather than
old. I 
thought my daddy was the most handsome man in the world. And what
little 9 
year old girl wouldn't think the same about her father? 
"Happy birthday, Princess." he whispered. 

"Thanks, daddy." 

"This is going to be a very special week for you, you know." 

"I know, daddy." I replied even though I wasn't quite certain of how
it was 
supposed to be so special. 

"Are your bags all packed?" 

"Yes." I answered motioning towards the door. "I packed them  last
night." 

"Good. Good. Lets tell your mother and Natalie good-bye then. WE have
a 
long drive ahead of us and I don't want to waste one second of this
week." 
Then he rose, took my two pieces of luggage and headed out my door. I 
grabbed my diary and finished the entry I had been writing before
shoving it 
into my purse and following him to the car. 

Three hours of driving placed us somewhere at the foothills of the
Sierra 
Nevada mountain range. I had fallen asleep after about an hour and
woke as 
he turned onto an unpaved gravel road. I blinked at the afternoon sun
and look 
at the surroundings. It was forest all around us. I turned to daddy. 

"We're just about there. Princess." He replied. "About another 20
minutes." 

"Where are we going?" 

"Oh it's a special place that some friends of mine have had for years.
Your 
sister came here on her 9th birthday too. I've also brought her back
several 
times since. It'll be a place you'll become very familiar with after
this week." 

"How come we've never come up here before?" 

"Well it really isn't what you'd call a vacation place, Princess. It's
more of a 
grown-up place. That's why we're going there. Most of the time it'll
just be you 
and me but were also going to visit some friends of mine." 

I was a little disappointed at hearing that. I had so looked forward
to it just 
being the two of us this week. That he would leave me alone at where
ever it 
was we were going so that he could visit his friends was a real
letdown. 
However, I kept silent about my feelings. There was no Sense in
pissing daddy 
off on the very first day of the trip. Besides Disappointed  or not, I
was getting 
more and more curious about what was going to happen. He called it a
grown-
up place. And I was being allowed to join him and his friends there. 

The remaining minutes of the trip flew by as my mind whirled. Finally
we pulled 
into a clearing that had several cottages. There were already four
cars there. 
As we approached the buildings, I was surprised to see a group of kids
playing 
in a small playground complete with monkey bars and swings. There were
6 of 
them. Both boys and girls. All looked to be roughly my age. As we
pulled up in 
front of one of the cottages, I saw several men head towards our car.
My 
daddy smiled as he turned off the car and pointed the cottage directly
in front 
of us. 

"That's the place, Princess. You take your stuff inside and you can go
play with 
the other kids for a while. I have to talk to my friends for a bit." 

I grabbed my bags as he approached the men. The shook hands and talked

excitedly among themselves. I entered the cottage and saw that it was
actually 
pretty nice. It had a large rock fireplace with a couple of large
chair situated in 
front of it. 

There was a small kitchen area with a table. A full bathroom with a
very large 
tub. I thought that was odd because the tub was almost as big as our
Jacuzzi. 
There was only one large king size bed in the room. I assumed that
daddy 
would get that and was a little bugged that he didn't think to tell me
to bring my 
sleeping bag. I hoped that maybe there was one stored away around here

somewhere though and made a mental note to ask him about it later. 

After putting my stuff away, I headed out towards the playground to
meet the 
other kids. In a way I was actually glad that they were here. If daddy
was going 
to be meeting with his friends at least I'd have something to do.

The Birthday
Part 3


The kids all turned to look at me as I approached the playground. I
smiled as I 
stepped into the tanbark and headed towards them. One girl that looked
about 
my age broke away from the three girls she was with and walked over to
meet 
me. 
"Hi. I'm Pattie. What's your name?" 

"Julie." I replied. 

She turned and led me back to the other girls. "This is Julie, guys." 

They all said hi in unison. The boys then walked over to us from the
monkey 
bars. The boys introduced themselves to me and once they looked me
over, 
lost interest and resumed playing by themselves on the monkey bars
once 
again. 

In all, there were 7 of us. Pattie, Andrea, Theresa, Joel, Robert,
Bryan and 
myself. I sat down with the girls and decided to find out more about
this place. 

"This is your first time here?" Pattie inquired. 

"Of course it is, stupid. Look at how old she is." Joel yelled out
from his perch 
atop the bars. 

I was puzzled and looked questioningly at the girls. "You guys have
been here 
before? Is this some sort of camp?" 

"Well," began Theresa, "We're really not supposed to say yet. Andrea
hasn't 
been here before either. You two are both only 9. Pattie and me are
10." 

To me, Joel looked much older than 10. He looked more like 12 or maybe

even 13. I asked about the boys. 

"Joel is 12. He's here a lot. Bryan is 11 and I see him here every
once in a 
while. I've never met  Robert before so I'm guessing he's 9 too."
Theresa 
explained. 

"So your dad's all do the same thing as my daddy? They bring you here
for a 
special week on your 9th birthday?" I asked putting the pieces of the
puzzle as 
I knew it together. 

"Yeah. Last year on my birthday was my first time here but I've been
back lots 
of times since. If they need pictures or movies or something, they'll
get us 
together. Or if they have birthdays lined up we get together for those
too." 
Pattie added. 

I shifted my foot idly in the tanbark brushing it away until I reached
the bare 
ground. To me, something didn't seem right. If these people came here
all the 
time then why didn't daddy bring Nat with us? And why weren't any
mothers 
around. I pressed for more info. 

"Moms are definitely not invited. Except for a couple that have been
here along 
time." Theresa stated. 

"What about  what Pattie said about pictures or movies? What's that
all 
about?" 

"I can't say yet. You dad will have to tell you. We're not allowed to
say." Pattie 
explained. 

I looked over at Andrea. She looked nervous. She was small for her age
and 
looked much younger than 9. She had bright red hair and her face was 
splashed with freckles. She looked back at me and tried to smile but
the 
attempt made me feel even more uneasy. 

Suddenly, A man's voice broke the silence. 

"Kids, get your little asses over here." yelled Mr. Trenter. Patties
father as I 
later found out. He was standing with all the other presumed fathers,
mine 
included. We all got up and headed towards the Trenter's cottage where
they 
were waiting for us. 

Once we were there, he began to give us instructions as to what we
were 
expected to do. "Okay. Three of you are here for the first time.
Andrea Fallon, 
Julie Pasquzzi and Robert Barton. The rest of you know the routine so
I want 
you to help these new guys out. all right first, rule number one.
Since were all 
familiar with each other here, its first names unless told otherwise.
I don't are if 
your addressing your father or not. Secondly, this is what we call a
clothing 
prohibited camp site. That means that for the next week, we're all
going to be 
bare assed naked at all times. Starting now. Strip off your duds and
put them 
in your rooms. You have 5 minutes and then all I want to see are 3
little cocks 
and 4 little pussies, got it? Go!" 

My mind raced. I tried to move but couldn't. It  was as though my feet
were 
glued to the ground. I looked over at my father but he was engaged in 
conversation with one of the other men. 

They were laughing and having what seemed to be a grand old time. I
thought 
that maybe I heard him wrong. I approached Mr. Trenter and asked him
what 
he had just said. 

"You heard me, sweet cheeks. Strip! I want to see you bare assed naked
and 
you only have 2 minutes left. If your late, it'll be a spanking and
around here 
the spankings are public. You read me?" 

I was horrified. I thought I was having a nightmare. It wasn't so much
that I 
minded being naked. As it was nearly 100 degrees outside anyway, it
would 
actually be kind of a relief to be rid of the clothes. It was just
that I didn't know 
anyone except my father. Plus I hadn't even seen a naked man before
except 
my dad. Still I ran as fast as I could to our cabin and began to tear
off my 
clothes. The last thing I wanted was to be spanked in front of
strangers. It was 
bad enough when it was just daddy and I. 

I made it back with seconds to spare. Already lined up were the other
kids. All 
were naked and now so were all the fathers. Trenter began to walk in
front of 
us as we were lined up as though he was performing an inspection. As
he 
passed by Joel, I realized that for the most part he was performing an

inspection. He paused in front of Joel and reached down and grabbed
his 
penis. I was shocked! Joel didn't seem to mind and simply stood there
as 
Trenter began to rub his penis. 

"Well, Joel. I haven't seen you in about 3 months.  You've grown some
haven't 
you?" 

"Yeah. I've been able to actually squirt stuff now too." 

"So your dad tells me. When did you first do it?" 

"About 2 months ago. Dad and I were playing with each other and
instead of 
the normal feeling, I actually squirted. He says that makes me a man
now." 

"Hell, son. You became a man after your first fuck you know that."
Trenter 
laughed. He continued rubbing Joel's penis which was now completely
erect. 
"Mmmmmm. Still a hard little cock you have there. I can't wait to
taste your 
new filling!" 

Trenter then moved down to Pattie, his own daughter, and ran his
finger down 
her naked chest ending up between her legs. 
"Would you like Joel to cum on your pussy now that he can, Pattie?" 

"Oh yes, Bill. I'd like him too very much!" Pattie gushed. 

"I'll bet you would, you little slut!" Trenter smirked as he drilled
his finger deep 
into his 10 year old daughter's cunt. "You'd love that stud to spurt
his little pre-
teen cum deep into your snatch wouldn't you?" 

As Trenter continued down the row of us children, my fear level
increased. I 
looked over at daddy and he as well as all the other men were now
sporting 
erections. One of the men was actually masturbating as he stood there
joking 
and laughing with the others. Trenter stood in front of  Andrea next.
The little 
girl was shaking with fear. He stooped down so that he was looking her
in the 
eye. 

"What's the matter, sweet thing? Are you afraid of me?" 

She managed to nod her head slightly. 

"But why? These other kids aren't afraid of me. In fact Pattie loves
what I did to 
her little pussy. Don't you want me to make your little pussy feel
really good?" 
Trenter continued. 

"Nnn--no. I-I don't want you too...." she mumbled. 

"Well I'm sorry to hear that, sweetness, because that's what your here
for." He 
then stood back up and looking at all of us stated, "That's what
you're all here 
for. You three are new so we'll be easier on you than the others. But
listen 
good. This week, your little bodies belong to me. What I say you'll
do, you'll 
do." 

To illustrate the point, he again shoved his finger into Pattie's cunt
and 
massaged her to near orgasm. As she became wet, he withdrew his finger
and 
placed his hand in front of Theresa's mouth. The little girl
obediently sucked on 
his finger still very wet with the juices from his daughter. 

My mind was reeling. I didn't know what to do or where I could go. I
had heard 
about rapes in the newspaper and on TV but didn't understand what it
was all 
about. Now that special thing I did to my own bottom was going to be
done by 
a man I had never met. A man who would make me lick the bottoms of the

other kids. 
I felt sick and dizzy. Andrea started crying and I felt like joining
her. The only 
thing that kept me in check was the fear of being spanked in front of
all these 
kids. Playing with my vagina at least felt good. A whipping would not
only hurt 
but would be humiliating as well. 

My pleading looks at my father apparently meant nothing to him as
Trenter 
approached me. He looked at my young underdeveloped body with obvious 
lust. His erect cock was dripping with pre-cum only then I didn't know
what it 
was and thought he had peed. His cock was massive and as he inspected
me 
it slapped up against my chest momentarily sticking due to the amount
of 
lubrication present. I cringed at his touch. My body shuddered but it
seemed 
the more afraid I was the more he was filled with lust. He turned to
my father. 

"I can see why you whip her so much, Greg. I can't wait to get that
piece of 
sweet ass bent over my desk!" 

With that, I passed out.

The Birthday
Part 4


 They say that when a person has a traumatic experience, that they
sometimes 
loose the memory of that event. Sometimes for good sometimes only for
a 
while.  I never forgot the fear that caused me to pass out while
standing in line 
that day at the camp. Maybe it was the fear coupled with the heat. I'm
not 
really sure. All I knew was that I was terrified that this strange man
was going 
to do things to me that I didn't want him to do. 

I awoke to a stinging sensation across my butt. As I jerked forward, I
found my 
wrists restrained with handcuffs. I looked up and saw only a desk
chair and the 
wall behind it. The handcuffs were secured to metal brackets attached
to the 
edge of the desk. I tried to move my legs but found that they were
secured as 
well. Another sharp slap across my butt caused me to scream out loud.
Then I 
heard Trenter's voice. 

"You'll learn, sweet cheeks, that the best way to stay on my good side
is to do 
as you're told. My kids don't pass out on me by just a look. It takes
a hell of a 
lot more than that to cause a kid to pass out. Punishment for a first
infraction is 
10 hits on your ass. You've had two." 

With that he gave me another hard swat across my ass. It was far
harder than 
daddy ever had delivered. Tears spilled down my cheeks and then I
heard him 
command: 

"Tell me you want another. Say, 'Please, Bill. May I have another?'
Say it!" 

Through trembling lips I managed to repeat is request. The reply was
another 
hard smack across my ass. The fear and the pain were too much. I felt
my 
bladder release. Certain that death lurked only seconds away as a
result, I 
steeled myself for the flesh splitting blow I was sure was going to
come. 
Instead I heard a loan moan. 

Then I felt a pair of surprisingly soft, but masculine hands cup my
bare ass and 
begin to rub the pee all around. His finger grazed my vagina and I
felt a 
sudden rush of electricity. My breath was momentarily gone as my body 
responded to his intrusion of my virginity. Again I heard the low
moan. I felt 
more pressure against my pussy. 

"Oooohhhh baby! I love it when I make 'em pee. Sweet cheeks, I'm going
to 
release you on one condition," Trenter moaned as he continued kneading
my 
sore ass. 

"W--what...?" I squeaked. 

" We're gonna lay down on the floor and I want you to sit on my face
and pee 
again." He was almost crazed with lust. I was terrified but also
disgusted. Still if 
it meant that he would stop spanking me... 

"O---okay..." I said in a small voice. I was petrified with fear as he
unlocked the 
cuffs. He picked me up and I saw his erection. It was more massive
than when 
we were outside. The head was glistening with his pre-cum. He set me
down 
with my legs on either side of his head and cupped my ass with his
hands as I 
squatted over his face. Then I realized that I had no more pee! I
strained as he 
parted the lips of my pussy and moaned. I didn't know what to do. 

"I--I can't. I don't have anymore." I managed to say. 

"Of course you do. You were so scared of peeing that you stopped mid-
stream. It's in there, sweet cheeks. Bill will work it out of you!" 


With that, his pushed on my abdomen and began tickling the lips of my
cunt. 
Suddenly with the pressure and the tickling, I let go. His next moan
turned to a 
gurgle as I drenched his face. Then there was a new sensation. With
his 
hands again cupping my ass, He pulled my pussy tight against his face
and 
began to tongue me completely. 

I had masturbated a lot as my 9th birthday approached and hormones
kicked 
in but the feeling that his mouth made in my cunt was almost more than
I could 
stand. A part of me was horrified and yet my hips began to move
rhythmically 
as though  my body was under someone else's control. Soon I couldn't
stand 
anymore and I heard myself moan. 

"You like that, huh baby? Well I like this. I'm just sorry I can't
fuck you right 
now. That has to want until your daddy picks your cherry." 

"I didn't understand what he was talking about and really didn't care.
My little 
bottom was feeling soooooo good that I just wanted to have my good
feeling 
happen. It was what I called an orgasm before I knew that I was giving
myself 
orgasms. 

The feelings in my cunt finally burst and I drenched his face again
surprising 
myself. He moaned lustfully and I felt him bucking. Then I felt a hot
wet sticky 
substance hitting me on my butt. He jerked a few more times and then
we both 
sat calm trying to catch our breath. He was breathing through his
mouth and 
his warm breath on my open cunt was exciting me again. 

Finally he told me to get up and as I did I looked at him and saw the
globs of 
sperm covering his stomach and chest. I felt my lower back and brought
back 
his cum on my hands. He got up off the floor and had a completely
different 
look on his face now. It was one of satisfaction. 

For me, the experience was a mixture. I was still terrified of him and
yet the 
feelings that he gave me were better than any I had given myself.
Still I found 
that I was embarrassed to be standing in front of him naked and
covered in a 
mixture of my sweat and his cum. I began to tremble again and suddenly
burst 
out in tears. He just looked at me with a smirk. 

"Amateurs. Well that's why I love 'em." he huffed as he walked out the
door of 
his office. 


I stood there naked and alone. I was shaking and crying almost
hysterically 
until I noticed that Pattie had come into the room. She covered me
with a large 
towel and walked me to the bathroom. She sat me on the toilet while
she ran 
the bath water. She never said a word except to calm me like a mother
would 
calm a baby. Holding me tight while we walked. Kissing me on the
forehead as 
she sat me on the toilet. 

I watched her as she drew the bathwater and it suddenly occurred to me
that 
this girl, just a year older than I was, LIVED with that man. It was
her father. I 
then wondered what sort of life she must have led. Had this man been 
assaulting her young body since birth? Since two? Three? I didn't know
the 
answer. Whatever had happened between the two of them didn't seem to
have 
any outward effect on her. She remained calm and treated the entire
situation 
as a natural and common occurrence. I guess being the daughter of a
sex 
deviant, to her this was a common occurrence. 

Within minutes, the Jacuzzi tub was filled. She had added Mr. Bubble
to the 
water and even though it had to be at least 90 degrees outside as
twilight 
came upon us, the tub and the warmth it was sure to give was very
badly 
needed right now. Pattie took me by the hand and led me across the 
bathroom. She steeped in and then led me in after her. I was
momentarily 
taken aback as I had never taken a bath with anyone but my sister but
after 
what had just happened, the feeling passed quickly and I let myself
slip into 
the warm soapy water. 

Pattie positioned herself behind me and I sat between her legs. I
closed my 
eyes and let my head rest against her chest. She took a container and
used it 
to pour water over my head. I sputtered as the soapy water ran into my
mouth. 
She apologized for not warning me and then continued. She poured a
little 
shampoo into her hands and began to work a lather into my hair. I
relaxed 
again as she massaged my head. She began to hum lightly and I started
to 
think that I was a little girl at home with my mother. 

As serene as that was, suddenly the image of Trenter's face coming up 
towards me between my legs made me jump. Water splashed everywhere as 
Pattie tried to calm me down. Out of nowhere, the tears came again.
She 
soothed and quieted me for nearly 5 minutes before I was calm enough
again. 
I felt as though something else had taken control of me. I could
rationalize 
what Trenter did to me. There were even parts of me that liked it. But
another 
larger part of me was in command and didn't like what was happening in
the 
least. 
I turned to Pattie as she resumed washing my hair. "What's going on
here, 
Pattie? Why are they doing this to us?" 

She was silent for a long moment. "I guess it's just what they do,
Julie." she 
sighed. 

"What does that mean? He's your daddy! He touched your bottom and he 
made me do things to him and...." I choked. 

"Sometimes daddy's just do stuff like this. They don't talk about it
or tell our 
moms about it but they do it just the same. My dad started doing this
to my 
older sister when she  turned 6. He hurt her real bad though and so
the rest of 
the dads decided that  they should wait until we were at least 9." 

"Your older sister was hurt by your dad? You weren't scared of what he
might 
do to you?" 

"Well, I was scared at first but he really was gentle with me when it
was my 
time. He didn't even stick it in right at first."  

Julie didn't know what to do. On the one hand, Pattie seemed as young
as she 
was. On the other, she spoke about sex with a frankness that seemed
years 
ahead of her actual age. Many things she said to Julie didn't even
make 
sense. 

She couldn't understand why a man would want a little girl to pee on
him. She 
didn't understand why a man would want to stick his tongue into her
privates, 
even though it did feel good to her. But mostly, she didn't understand
how 
another girl her age could do those things with a grown-up willingly. 

Looking at Pattie as she began to bath herself as well, Julie knew
then that 
she was going to have to get very used to grown men pawing at her
young 
body. She felt her young pussy twitch just at the thought and found
herself 
growing angry with herself  for even thinking about how the next time
would 
feel. 

Julie was caught between two worlds of feeling. One world was of her
being 
repulsed by these acts and thoughts. The other world was gaining a
foothold, 
and was very curious as to just what having a man "Stick it in" would
be like. 

The two girls continued their bath in silence.
The Birthday
Part 5.


People perform rituals because it gives them a sort of framework to
build 
upon. There is a set order that must be followed that ensures
everything is 
done properly every time. It becomes something familiar after a while.
Certain 
parts are looked forward to. You can count on the given ritual outcome
as you 
would breathing. 

There is also a sense of justification in simply following a  certain
set order 
time after time after time. It was no small wonder to me then that my 
deflowering was to be performed in front of the entire group of men
and 
children in the main cabin that night. However though I understand why
now, I 
didn't back then. 

All I knew back then was that all of these strangers were going to see
me 
being fucked by my daddy and then they were going to fuck me
themselves. I 
was terrified at the very thought. 

Pattie had explained as much as she was allowed about the events of
the 
upcoming week. It sent waves of panic through me. I asked her if there
was 
anyway to simply run away. She told me that running away was
impossible. As 
far as she knew, we were at least 100 miles from any town of size
where we 
could find help. 

She explained that most of the small towns in the Sierra Nevada
wilderness 
were run by men (and even some women) who were clients of these men.
Not 
knowing what she was talking about, I was then told the main reason we
were 
really here.  

"My father was in prison about 25 years ago. He was sent there because
he 
had made love to a girl that he knew. He was 22 then and the girl was
10. She 
got pregnant with his baby and her parents found out. Her father
pressed 
charges and he went to prison.  

He said it was horrible being there at first because no one liked a
child 
molester in prison. He was beaten up badly one night by three men and
had to 
be taken to the hospital. It was there that he met a man who not only
liked 
children himself but managed to get my father transferred out of the
general 
population and into the prison hospital." Pattie related. 
"So your dad met a guy at the hospital who liked kids too? I still
don't see what 
that has to do with this." I stated. 

"Let me finish."  Pattie continued. "This man he met was the prison
doctor. 
This doctor told my dad about a large group of men that were very much
into 
sex with kids. He told him that they had kind of a loose organization
and that 
the photographed the kids together and with other adults and sold
them. My 
dad didn't believe it but the doctor gave him a magazine that was all
about 
men fucking little girls. 

Well my father just about lost it. It was what he had always wanted
and here 
the prison doctor was really deeply into it. They call it Pedophilia.
Anyway, this 
doctor gets really easy duty for my dad in the prison hospital until
his sentence 
is up. I think he served about 28 months or something. 

"The girl he got pregnant was taken to he grandparents house to have
her 
baby and he never heard from her again. But it was after he was
released that 
he learned that the baby wasn't even his. It was the girl's father's
baby! He'd 
been fucking her since she was about 7 and she'd finally gotten
pregnant." 

I continued to listen to the fantastic story. 

"You see, he saw the girl's father in one of the magazines that the
doctor had 
given him after he was transferred to the hospital. At first he was
really angry 
and threatened to blow the whole organization sky high. He felt that
he had 
been framed and wanted to be released. 

The doctor explained that he would have been thrown in prison for
simply 
fucking the girl not getting her pregnant. Anyway here learned that it
was the 
girl's father that had arranged for him to be transferred out of the
general 
prison population. The whole pregnancy was pinned on him and the
father 
kept his reputation intact. They just stopped using the girl." 

"So what happened then? He was released from prison and..." I asked. 

"My father and this doctor became very close. Dad was even better
looking 
back then and really kept himself in shape. He was very photogenic so
they 
began to use him as a model with the kids. After that, he was hooked.
My 
mom was one of the girls that he fucked for one of the movies they
made. She 
was about 12 at the time and he really fell for her. 

He started to keep her at his apartment on a regular basis and pretty
soon, 
they went off to Mexico and got married. That as when she was 15. They
lied 
about her age and said she was actually 16. Anyway, My older brother
was 
born a couple of years later and Mom just stopped being involved with
the 
whole thing after that." 

"So she knows about all of this?" 

"Of sure. She's about the only mother that does though. On occasion
she'll still 
do a layout with some kids if dad needs her too. She doesn't do
anything with 
her own kids though. Phillip is 7 years older than me and dad stopped
using 
him about 5 years ago so I never did anything with him either. But
with the 
other kids, moms right in there." 

"That must seem so weird." I mused. 

"I guess...kinda. You get used to it though. Sometimes it's fun being
with the 
grown-ups. They treat you like you're a grown-up. You can smoke and
drink if 
you want. I've gotten to drive the trucks around the camp. It's almost
like out 
here, they really let you do what you want. All you have to do is let
them fuck 
you." 

I found it hard to rationalize this whole situation in that manner. I
decided to 
find out how this camp came to be built. 

"Well the doctor finally died. Dad stepped in and started calling the
shots. He 
felt that if they were going to do the magazines and movies properly,
they 
should have a place to shoot them where they wouldn't be seen or found
out. 
They pooled their money and bought this land and built the cabins. Had
the 
pool installed. The playground built. 

They even have a film processing lab here along with a printing press.
They 
can take the pictures, develop them and print a magazine all right
here. When 
they're through, the men take bundles of the magazines and distribute
them in 
their areas." 

"That's how they make their money?" 

"Sure. The magazines cost about 20 buck a piece." 

I was stunned. $20.00 seemed like all the money in the world to me. 
That someone would pay $20.00 for a magazine with pictures of naked
girls in 
them was a mind blower. The whole thing was a slick operation with
people in 
all walks of life as the purveyors. 

The stream of young boys and girls never stopped because they were the

children of the very people they were selling this stuff too. Men who
fantasized 
about fucking their daughters or sons were able to do it by offering
them up to 
become models. They were then swept into a protective net of City
leaders, 
Politicians, Police, Businessmen, etc. 

If there happened to be an arrest, it was hushed up and the incident
was made 
to go away. Sometimes that meant a large monetary payoff. Other times
it 
meant something more drastic. What ever it was they did, it had kept
Bill 
Trenter out of trouble and his operation going at full steam for over
20 years.  

Pattie had gotten out of the tub and was almost finished drying
herself off 
when I snapped out of it. I got out of the tepid water and pulled the
plug, 
beginning the rush of water down the drain. I watched as the water
made a 
small whirlpool atop the drain. A small gurgle accompanied the rushing

bathwater as it swirled into the darkness, carrying with it my
innocence.  

"You've got to put a little of this on." Pattie stated handing me a
small bottle of 
perfume. I looked at the label. "Satin Lace." Pattie wrapped the towel
around 
her head and began to towel my hair off as I bent down to read the
labels on 
the other bottles of perfume on the vanity. 

"I guess they want us to smell good before they fuck us?" I asked in a

sarcastic tone. 

"Actually I kind of like wearing the perfume. I can't wear it at home.
My mom 
says that it reminds  her of what were doing up here and she doesn't
like to 
think about that when she's at home." 

As Pattie began to comb my hair, I rubbed a little perfume on my neck.
I was 
trembling with fear and apprehension as the time approached. I felt as
though I 
was being led to my execution. Prohibited from wearing clothes,
walking into  a 
cabin where my young body was going to be mauled first by my father
and 
then every other male in the room. And on top of that, it would be 
photographed for "posterity". 


Still for all the thoughts that disgusted me about what was going to
happen, I 
found that I was in a constant state of arousal. I found myself
shivering and 
trembling but out of fear or anticipation, I can't say. Perhaps both.
The feelings 
that Trenter caused in my pussy with his tongue were too much to ever
forget. 
In away, I could have sat on his face all day as the waves of pleasure
washed 
over me again and again. 

Pattie brought me out of it by pulling my hair accidentally with the
comb. She 
finished securing a beret into my hair and then led me to the sink.  

"You really should brush your teeth and use a little mouthwash. The
grown-ups 
do for us so we should for them. They'll be a lot of deep kissing." 

We finished making ourselves presentable and the moment had finally
come. 
We stood in the bathroom facing each other. I was holding her hands in
my 
own not wanting to let go. Pattie tried to calm me but realized that I
was simply 
going to have to go through it. There was a small amount of comfort in

knowing that she had faced this same situation and didn't seem like
there had 
been any adverse affects as a result but then I didn't know her
before. Nor did I 
know what her home life was like.  

"Well, this is it." she said with finality. 

I couldn't talk and simply managed a weak nod of my head. 

"Just remember. They know you're new at this. Just do what they tell
you to do 
and think about how good it feels because it really does. You
concentrate on 
that and the whole thing will be over before you know it." 

I tried to keep that in the forefront of my mind as we walked out of
the 
bathroom together holding hands.


The Birthday
Part 6


Pattie opened the door to Trenter's cabin and motioned me through. I
gripped 
her arm to steady myself as we entered.  Trenter was sitting in an
easy chair 
that was positioned against one wall of the room. In addition to
Trenter's chair I 
saw a large king sized mattress situated in the middle of the room. 
There were also smaller mattresses positioned against the other walls
but 
otherwise the room had no other furniture.  

A tripod was set up with a motion picture camera positioned atop.
There was 
also one of the men with a camera hanging from his neck. Lights had
been set 
up around the center mattress to allow for the pictures. As I gazed
around the 
room, I saw my father talking with several of the other father's
across the 
room. Everyone was nude and a couple of the men already had erections.
The 
other children were huddled together against another wall on one of
the 
smaller mattresses. Pattie and I headed towards them. 

Joel was sitting back on the mattress, leaning up against the wall
with his 
hands behind his head. His erect penis was pointing towards his belly.
He 
grinned at me as I approached. Despite myself, I couldn't take my eyes
off his 
cock. For a 12 year old, he was pretty good sized. There was only a
light fuzz 
of hair right around the base of his shaft otherwise he was completely
bare. I 
was fascinated with the look of his erect cock. His head reminded me
of a 
mushroom. His shaft looked like a thick stalk. I felt myself flush and
tried to 
look away. A tingling began between my legs at the same time.  

Pattie patted the mattress next to her and I sat down on it Indian
style. Sitting 
in this position caused my lips to part slightly and the sensation
made me 
tremble. Joel continued to leer at me and brought a hand down and ran
it lazily 
up and down the length of his engorged cock. 

I felt my mouth go dry as I watched his movements, enraptured at the
sight of 
his gorgeous cock. As he continued his motions, a small drop of clear
liquid 
appeared at the very tip and then ran down the side slowly until it
puddled 
around the base, mixing with what little pubic hair he had. 

Absentmindedly, My hand moved to my own genitals. I was transfixed at
the 
sight of Joel's seeping cock to the point that I paid no attention to
what  my 
hands were doing until I began to push a finger into my pussy. At that
point, 
the amount of wetness I felt brought me back to reality. I hurriedly
looked down 
between my legs and was shocked and a bit embarrassed to see that
there 
was a small damp spot on the sheet.  

At first I thought I had peed but As my finger pushed further into my
pussy, I 
realized that it was the same glorious wetness that always accompanied
the 
wonderful feelings that I'd sometimes give myself while laying in bed
at night. 

Suddenly, my father was beside me. He was already fully erect. Next to
Joel's, 
daddy's cock was huge. His head was a deep crimson  with the shaft
thick and 
veined. It too seeped pre-cum. His breathing was labored as he sat
beside me. 
He ran his finger down between my legs and lightly up my wet slit. He
then put 
the same finger in his mouth and moaned as he sucked on it. 

I was terrified and excited at the same time. My eyes took in his
tanned rippled 
abdomen. He had always taken very god care of his body and it showed.
His 
muscled torso was covered with a medium amount of hair giving him a
very 
masculine appearance that even Trenter didn't have. He reached out to
me 
again and scooped me into his arms. He then carried me to the mattress
in the 
middle of the room and placed me on my back. 

I looked up at him with out uttering a word. I was trembling as he
spread my 
legs apart. I closed my eyes as I knew that everyone in the room could
now 
see me. My arms were at my side not knowing where they should go.
Daddy 
lowered his face between my legs. He slid his hands under my ass and 
cupped the cheeks, pulling me up towards his waiting mouth. My heart
was 
racing and my mouth was dry. 

This was it! My father was about to make me a woman. 

At least a dozen people would be watching me lose my virginity and
several 
thousand more would see pictures of it happening. I opened my eyes and

turned back towards where Pattie was. What I saw sent a wave of
incredible 
lust through me. Pattie had most of Joel's cock in her mouth and
Joel's eyes 
were closed with a look of absolute ecstasy on his face. 

At the same moment that I witnessed that happening, daddy's tongue
slid up 
between my legs, parting the lips of my pussy. My eyes remained fixed
on 
Pattie and Joel as I heard a soft moan escape from my mouth. My hips
began 
to gyrate beyond my control. I was grinding myself to meet the licks
and laps of 
his experienced tongue.  

I replayed what Pattie said about doing what they wanted me to do and
simply 
enjoying it. At the moment, as with Trenter earlier, I was finding
that very easy 
to do. But like with Trenter, I was worried that after he was finished
with me 
that my feelings would change from satisfaction to terror and shame.
It was as 
though there was a peaking that I was unable to control. I KNEW that
this was 
my father licking my pussy but at that particular moment, I didn't
care. 

My young body was responding to his stimulations to a degree that
shocked 
me. I turned for a moment and looked at him when he took a very short
break. 
His face was slick with my wetness. He smiled at me, licked my
innocence 
from his lips and plunged his tongue between the pink tender folds of
my 9 
year old cunt so hard that I let out a peep and was then reduced to
moans.  

My head rolled from side to side and my hips were bucking wildly. The
good 
feeling that I would give myself at night had been permeating through
my pre-
teen snatch ever since he had started but it was far beyond that now.
I was like 
an animal. My moans were louder my hands were clutching the sheets,
trying 
in a vain attempt to push my pelvis further into his face. To ram his
tongue 
deeper into my cunt. He was gripping my tiny ass hard. 

He had me lifted off the bed and was furiously lapping, licking and
nibbling 
away at my cunt. It almost looked like he could have been eating a 
watermelon. His face was certainly wet and sloppy enough!  

Then suddenly he maneuvered his tongue; He repositioned his hands in
such 
away so that one of his fingers pushed into my tiny ass. He began
wiggling it 
around as his tongue assaulted my clitoris. It sent me over the top. I
heard 
myself  let out a very high pitched peep and my body went ridged. He 
continued as wave after wave of the most wonderful feelings I had ever
felt 
swept over me. 

The sensation was so powerful that I nearly passed out. My heart was
racing 
and thoughts that I didn't even fully understand filled my head. I saw
myself 
pushing daddy's cock into my mouth and then in a flash it was Joel's
cock. 
Then just as quickly, it was Pattie's open willing young pink pussy.  

Daddy let me go and began to masturbate over my body. He stroked his 
massive erection as I lay there helplessly, still twitching from the
orgasms he 
had given me. Within seconds, he gripped the shaft of his cock hard
and 
aimed it right at my bare little pussy. 

Then globs of thick white hot cum spurted out landing on my bare pubis
and 
lower belly. He continued pumping as three more progressively small
spurts 
covered my body, mixing with my own cum and sweat. After he was
finished, 
he plopped down beside me to catch his breath. I glanced around the
room 
and noticed the photographer changing film in his camera. There was
also 
another man doing something with the movie camera. 

It suddenly hit me that they had recorded the whole thing and I hadn't
even 
noticed. I looked over at Pattie. She was leaning against Joel. Her
hand was 
around his  penis and she still had cum on her face. She didn't seem
to mind.  

I realized that I was really covered in cum. Daddy had sprayed me
pretty good. 
I felt it begin to drip down my sides and down between my legs. The 
photographer stepped to the edge of the bed and began to take various 
pictures. He asked me to smile and to run my finger through the cum
and then 
to smear a little on my lips, etc,. All the while, he clicked away. As
much as a 9 
year old girl can feel slutty, I felt it. Part of me was disgusted but
a very large 
part of me was really enjoying it.  

To be naked and open and completely sexual with all these people. It
was a 
freedom I had never felt before. I could spread my legs and have an
orgasm 
with them all watching and they wouldn't care. In fact they'd rather I
did. On the 
other hand, would I feel this free around my mom or Natalie? 

Would I feel comfortable enough to masturbate in front of my friends?
Part of 
me was getting aroused just thinking about asking my friend, Michelle,
to 
masturbate with me when I got back home. I suspected that it was the
same 
part of me that envisioned Pattie's little pussy open and ready for my
mouth. 

Trenter snapped me out of it. 

"Okay. We got some great pics of this little eat session. You have a
fine piece 
of young ass there, Greg. Take a break, recover and come back with a
hard-
on. I'm going to let the boys beat off over her and maybe play with
her snatch 
to keep her in the mood while we wait for you. When you come back,
we'll do 
the fuck shoot okay?" 

"Sure, Bill. I'll need about a half hour though. She took a lot out of
me." My 
father winked. 

With that, he kissed me on the forehead and then rose from the bed.
"I'll be 
back in a while, Princess. They'll take good care of you 'til I get
back. You just 
do what Bill tells you okay?" 

"Okay, daddy. I'll be waiting." 

Then he turned and left. 

WEDDING PRESENT PART 1


"What is this place?" 

"I dunno. It doesn't appear on the map." 

"Like... as if it would." 

The night-shuttered town passed quickly by, no more than a ramshackle 
outline of dark, beaten down wooden houses clustered around the dim 
intersection. There were no light, no sign of life as the car carrying
the three 
girls passed through and then exited the small community. No sign of
life 
until... 

"Look." A hand pointed from the passenger seat at a flickering light
just ahead 
at the side of the road. "It looks like..." 

"I see it." 

"Let's stop there and ask directions." 

"Like... duh." 

The large, powder blue convertible pulled into the parking lot and
glided into 
an empty space. Sharla Thomkins, the driver, switched off the motor
and shot 
a frown back over her tanned shoulder. "Let me see the map," she said 
petulantly. "God knows where you've gotten us." 

The girl in the back seat, Beth Stanton, sighed and handed forward the
half-
folded map. It hadn't been her fault they'd got lost. Sharla always
had to have 
things her own way. Beth had tried to tell her to take the last
turnoff to the 
highway, but Sharla had refused. Even when Tracy, sitting the front
passenger 
seat, had agreed about the route, Sharla had insisted on ignoring the 
directions. 

She'd known better. 

As always. 

Her car; her map; her vacation. 
Twisting her head, Beth looked about at their immediate surroundings
while 
the two girls in the front seat examined the map. They were in the
parking lot 
of what appeared to be some sort of tavern. Cracking and buzzing, the
faded 
neon sign blinked out the name of the establishment like a single,
blinking eye: 
the "Longhorn". 

The tavern itself appeared to be a single story wooden structure. The 
blackened windows gave no clue as to what was happening inside, but
the 
sodden growl of rock music seeped through the closed doors and out
into the 
mostly empty night- black parking lot. 

Despite the warmth of the air - it was spring break in southern
California - Beth 
shivered. The tavern was located on the outskirts of the small town,
the name 
of which the two girls in the front seat were attempting to discover,
but from the 
parking lot the building appeared to be standing by itself in the
desert. Just the 
black outline the building, serving as a backdrop for the blinking,
cyclopean 
neon eye of the sign. That, about a dozen motorcycles and a couple of
rusted, 
beat-up pickup trucks lying fallow in the parking lot, and they might
as well 
have been alone in the world. 

Beth shivered again as the strains of the Rolling Stones song "Under
My 
Thumb" started up from inside the tavern. Some vacation this was
turning out 
to be. They'd planned to spend the week on a beach in Mexico, but
instead... 

"It's not here." Beth was drawn from her thoughts by the sound of
Sharla's 
voice from the front seat confirming what she already knew. 

They were lost. 

Tracy turned her head and brushed away her shoulder length auburn
hair. 
"That place looks open," she said. "Let's ask for directions." 

Sharla shook her head and sighed. "I guess we'd better," she agreed 
reluctantly. "I could use a drink." The tall blond girl opened the
door and slid off 
the seat, glancing over at Beth as she got out of the car. "Last time
I ask you to 
navigate," she muttered. 

Beth ignored the comment. 

It was just Sharla being Sharla.   

***** 

"Check it out." 

Riko looked up from where he had been peering suspiciously at the pool
table. 
The door to the tavern swung shut just as he turned and focused on the
three 
newcomers. "Fuck," he muttered, picking up his beer from the edge of
the 
table. "Rich bitches." 

His companion, Tony, grunted in agreement, sneering behind his sparse,
not-
quite beard. "Bitches must have taken a wrong turn. Sure as shit
wouldn't 
come here on purpose." 

The three girls did look out of place. The first one was a tall,
slender blonde. 
Her short hair was stylishly cut, nicely framing her elfin face and
large blue 
eyes. The cut and color of her blouse was perfectly set off by a
flawless tan 
only money could buy. 

Even in California. 

The second girl was shorter and heavier, but not unattractive. She had

reddish-brown, shoulder length hair and a open, friendly face. The
third girl 
was the least attractive of the group, with stringy red hair and a
face marred by 
what appeared to be either a large cluster of freckles or some kind of

birthmark. 

Decent body, though. 

All three girls looked about at the interior of the tavern with barely
concealed 
disgust. It wasn't a particularly nice place, and certainly not the
kind of 
establishment frequented by girls like these. Usually it was packed
with loud, 
sweaty men from the nearby farms and ranches. On that particular
night, 
however,  it was populated almost entirely by The Red Devils, a bike
gang. 

With the exception of a few old-timers too sodden with liquor to tell
the 
difference (or care), the regulars had wisely steered well clear. The
gang's 
reputation - at least partly accurate - had preceded them. 

***** 


Sharla Thomkins, 20 years old and the only daughter of rich and
indulgent 
parents, was not used to waiting. And, as a result, she was not very
good at it. 

"Hey," she yelled over the strains of the music, "Can we get a drink
over 
here?" 

"Sharla!" Beth tried to quiet her friend. The three girls had sat at a
table at the 
back of the tavern. Both Tracy and Beth had very quickly expressed
second 
thoughts about the wisdom of staying, but Sharla had insisted. She
wanted a 
drink. Besides, they still needed directions. As usual, the other two
girls had 
given in to their friend's wishes, but still... There was no need to
attract any 
more attention than necessary. 

But try telling that to Sharla. 

The blonde slumped back in her chair when it became apparent that the 
bartender either hadn't heard her demand or had chosen to ignore it.
"What is 
this place?" the blonde complained. "Can't we even get a drink?" 

"Sharla," Tracy cautioned. "Maybe we should just leave." 

"Yeah," Beth agreed, running a worried hand through her curly, red
hair. "We 
can get directions somewhere else." 

"Nonsense." Sharla got to her feet. "Don't be such babies. Nothing's
going to 
happen. I'll just go order something to drink and ask for directions."


The blonde turned and walked towards the bar while her two friends
looked on 
apprehensively. This was going to be embarrassing... 

Richard "Bear" Ash sat at the bar, morosely nursing his fourth beer of
the 
night. Good night to get drunk, he reflected, downing the remaining
alcohol in 
one last gulp and gesturing to the bartender for another. 

As the leader of the Red Devils, Bear was not usually given to
moodiness and 
depression, but tonight was different. He was not a young man any
more, 
and... well, the root of his problems was Patty. Things weren't
going... 

"Shit," he muttered, taking a long pull of his beer. 


Just then, a tall blonde came up beside him. 

"Hey you," she called at the bartender, who was busily drawing a huge
mug of 
beer. "How does a girl get a drink around here?" 

The bartender just grunted at her and went on with his task; from the
number 
of mugs lined up in front of him, it was going to be taking a while.
The blonde 
sighed and sat herself down on a bar stool. 

Bear couldn't resist looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Not
bad, he 
conceded. Decent face; nice lips - he momentarily imagined them
wrapped 
around his cock, an image arousing an immediate stirring in his groin;
tits a bit 
small, though. Bear liked his women with a bit of meat on their bones;

something to hold onto, to keep a man warm at night. 

Like Patty. 

Still, not bad...   Sharla, often the subject of masculine attention,
knew when 
she was being looked over. She glanced over at him. The guy wasn't bad

looking, for a biker type. He was quite tall and heavy, more muscle
than fat, 
with a thick black beard. Not her type, but not bad looking at all.
She looked 
over at the bartender, who was not even halfway finished pouring his
way 
through the queue of waiting mugs. 

Should she? 

Well... why the hell not? Give the clod here a thrill and keep herself
amused 
while she waited for a drink and some directions. 

Smiling slightly, Sharla leaned back in the stool and stretched her
tanned 
arms. This pushed her chest forward against her blouse, making the
most of 
her smallish breasts. 

She glanced over; he was looking all right. 

Pretending embarrassment, she leaned forward and smiled shyly at the
man 
sitting beside her. "Uh... hello," she said. 

"Hi there." The man had a deep, growly voice, surprisingly quiet. 

"I'm Sharla." 
"Bear," he grunted, taking a pull on his beer. 

"Your name is Bear?" 

The man grunted again and shrugged his shoulders. 

This wasn't getting her anywhere. Sharla decided to pull out all the
stops. "It's 
hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, undoing the top button on her
blouse. 

Sure enough, the man's eyes dropped, following the open V of her top.
Sharla 
leaned forward slightly, bringing her face close to his, laughing
inside as his 
eyes followed her chest. "Maybe you can help us," she said, voice soft
and 
seductive. "We need directions." 

The man's gaze slowly rose until he looked her in the eye. He licked
his lips. 
"Directions?" he asked. 

Sharla nodded, fingering the next button on her blouse. "You look like
a man 
who... knows his way around..." 

The man nodded, swallowing dryly, and Sharla had to restrain herself
from 
bursting out in laughter. He looked tough, but he was as easy to tease
as 
those geeks back at college. Men! They were all the same... 

***** 

No one had ever accused Patty Baker of being shy. Loud... brash...
obnoxious 
(although never to her face) maybe. But not shy. 

And that was why, when she saw that stuck-up little blonde bitch
coming on to 
her man - HER MAN! - she didn't hesitate. Maybe things weren't going
too well 
between her and Bear, but this was too much. A couple of the more
sensible 
gang members got out of her way and there was a general murmur of 
anticipation as Patty strode angrily across the room towards the bar. 

The blonde girl was toying sexily with the top of her blouse, and
smiling at the 
man beside her when Patty grabbed her by one scrawny shoulder and
pulled 
her off the stool. Surprised, the girl staggered back into a table and
tumbled to 
the floor. 

Patty turned angrily to Bear and... 
Sharla stared upwards from the floor in shocked disbelief. She just
couldn't 
believe it: someone had assaulted her and thrown her to the floor. The
blonde 
girl scrambled quickly to her feet and stared at her assailant. 

She saw a woman, about mid- twenties maybe; quite heavy, with large
breasts 
and wide hips. The woman had a flushed, piggy face and thick red hair
which 
fell loosely to her shoulders. 

The bitch... 

"Hey you bitch!" Sharla exploded, face red with anger. "What the fuck
do you 
think you're doing?" 

The redhead turned and looked at her in surprise. 

"Huh?" 

"You fucking pig!" Sharla continued. "How dare you touch me." 

The man - Bear - started to chuckle. His quiet laughter only served to
make 
Sharla even madder. Blind with rage, she strode forward and brought
her hand 
around to slap the other girl across the face. The woman seemed
stunned by 
the blow, face reddening where Sharla's hand had made contact. 

The tavern fell silent as Patty reached up to touch her burning cheek.
No one 
had struck her in... well, ever since she had started hanging with
Bear. None of 
the men would dare touch her and the women... they knew better. Even 
without Bear's protection, she could kick the shit out of any bitch
(and half the 
guys) in the gang. And now this snotty little rich cunt had struck
her... 

Patty felt the familiar burn and bile of anger work its way up from
her stomach 
and through her body, threatening to overwhelm her and send her into a
fit of 
blind rage. She wanted - she needed - to kick the shit out of the
little blonde 
bitch right now... but there were certain rules, certain things that
couldn't be 
done without the permission of the leader. One of those was to enter
into a 
fight with a "civilian". 

Oh, but she wanted... 

"Bear?" She glanced at the large man - still her lover. 

Bear looked down at her and then over at the blonde girl. He smiled
slightly 
behind his beard. "Go to it," he said mildly. "She's all yours." 

That was all the permission Patty needed.  

"Oh my god!" 

Tracy and Beth looked on in horror as the heavy redhead jumped forward
and 
attacked their friend. Sharla was fighting back - spitting and kicking
for all she 
was worth - but the other girl seemed to be too much for her. 

The redhead sunk her fist deep into the blonde girl's stomach, and, as
the 
taller girl folded, she brought her other hand around in a vicious
slap/punch 
that sent Sharla spinning to the floor. 

"Had enough, bitch?" the redhead asked. 

Shaking her head, more to clear it than in answer to her attacker's
question, 
Sharla slowly got to her feet. Grinning, the redhead moved forward. 

"We have to help her," Tracy said. She pushed back her seat to get up,
but felt 
a heavy hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down. She turned and
looked 
up to see one of the bikers, a large black man, grinning down at her. 

"Don't," he warned. "Let them settle it." 

Tracy shot a look at Beth, but there was another biker standing behind
her as 
well. Fearful, she relaxed back into her chair: there was nothing she
could do. 

Patty felt the familiar rush of almost sexual pleasure which came from
beating 
up on a weaker person. The blonde bitch had been tougher than she'd
looked, 
but was no match for the gang member. 

Grunting with effort, Patty threw another roundhouse punch, rocking
the 
blonde girl back against a table and then down onto her knees.  Patty
took a 
running step at her from behind and kicked her brutally between her
legs, 
square on her cunt.  Retching, gasping for air, Sharla tried to scream
with the 
pain but could only gurgle and whimper.  Tears streaming down her
face, she 
struggled to get up, but couldn't. 

She was finished. 
Triumphant, Patty reached down, grabbed the beaten girl by her short,
blonde 
hair and jerked her head up. 

"Learned your lesson bitch?" 

The blonde girl, dazed, reached up and tried weakly to dislodge the
other girl's 
hand from her hair. 

Patty laughed. "Want more, huh?" 

Sharla groaned, half conscious as the other girl grabbed the collar of
her 
blouse and ripped it down the front. The buttons snapped off and flew
in all 
directions as the large redhead pulled the blouse apart all the way
down to the 
skirt. 

Sharla hadn't worn a bra - she had often bragged to the other girls at
BCN that 
her breasts were so firm they didn't need one - and her tits were
clearly visible 
to everyone in the bar. The guys all got instant hard-ons when Patty,
laughing, 
reached forward and grabbed one of the smaller girl's tits. 

"Not bad for a college bitch," she sneered, "but not nearly enough to
steal my 
man." 

If he still was her man. Suddenly angry, she tugged at Sharla's
breast, forcing 
the blonde to spin around on her knees and face Bear. 

"Well?" Patty asked, squeezing viciously. "Waddaya think? Tiny tits,
or what?" 

Bear laughed uncomfortably. "Well, a bit scrawny," he commented, "but
Riko 
over there might like 'em. He likes his bitches without much meat on
'm." 

Riko put the pool cue down and walked slowly forward. He was a tall,
dark 
skinned man with a greasy, pock-marked face. "Yeah," he agreed. "Give
her to 
me. I know how to fix snotty bitches like her." 

Laughing, Patty dragged the blonde to her feet and marched her over to
where 
Riko was standing. Sharla, finally coming out of her daze, began to
scream 
and thrash about as she was thrown into a table. The breath exploded
out of 
her as the edge of the table caught her in the lower stomach. Gasping,
she 
was pushed downward until she lay face down over a low table. Her
breath 
quickly returned, though, and she began screaming again. 
"Quiet, bitch," Patty growled, trying to cover the blonde's mouth. The
blonde 
ignored her, bucking and kicking in panic on the table. She was so
terrified 
that she lost control of her bladder and started pissing. 

"Fuck!" Riko took a step backwards from where he had been fondling her
ass 
through the skirt, trying to flick the urine from his hand. 

"Awww... little bitch piss her pants?" Patty jeered, rolling Sharla's
skirt up to 
her waist. Except for Tony, who stood guard over the other two girls,
the guys 
all crowded around the table to watch the piss streaming through the
blonde's 
panties and down her long, slender legs. After the stream stopped, 

Patty reached forward and tore off the piss-soaked panties. Still
laughing, the 
redhead grabbed a handful of Sharla's hair, jerked her head back, and 
jammed the soaking cloth into the girl's mouth. The blonde gurgled her

revulsion, trying desperately to push the foul tasting cloth from her
mouth, but 
Patty kept her hand firmly over her prisoner's lips. 

The crowd fell momentarily silent, watching the college girl
helplessly 
squirming on the table, moaning with fear and humiliation as she was
forced to 
suck on the piss from her panties. 

Then: "I'm gonna fuck her." 

It was Riko. 

Sharla squealed around the piss gag and tried to buck off the table,
but the 
redhead and another of the biker girls pushed down on the small of her
back, 
keeping her firmly pinned down. Riko, pants down around his knees, 
positioned himself between the blonde's naked legs and guided his
long, hard 
cock up against the exposed entrance of her pussy. 

"OK bitch," he growled, "Here we go." With a jerk of his hips, he
rammed his 
cock straight into her pussy. 

Sharla bucked forward on the table, screaming as best she could behind
the 
panty-gag. Up until that moment, she had never thought that it would
really 
happen; that they would really rape her. Scare her... even beat her up
a bit. 

But not rape her. 

The taste of the piss in her mouth was so bad that she felt like she
was going 
to vomit, but when Riko began pumping his massive cock in and out of
her 
tight, dry pussy, she began chewing and sucking, anything to take her
mind off 
the pain and humiliation of being fucked in front of all these bikers,
liked some 
kind of sleazy whore. 

Sharla was not a virgin, but she had never felt anything like this
before. This 
brutal pounding in and out of her pussy... It felt as though she was
being torn 
to pieces. 

"C'mon Riko," Patty taunted. "Fuck her good." 

Riko grunted in agreement. The tall, greasy biker reached down,
grabbed 
Sharla's slender hips and hauled her back, fucking his cock forward as
hard as 
he could. Sharla screamed at this increase in pain, but Riko ignored
her, 
fucking for all he was worth. 

Patty leaned down and shoved her face in front of Sharla's wide,
pain-filled 
eyes. "Wattsa matter honey?" The redhead trailed a finger down her
captive's 
cheek. "I thought this was what you wanted." 

The redhead had pulled her hand away from Sharla's mouth, allowing the

blonde to spit the panties from her mouth. "Nooo....!" The girl bucked
and 
squirmed on the table, but she was securely pinned by the biker's
cock. 
"No. Please... s-stop this... don't... please..." 

Laughing, Patty ignored the girl's frenzied pleadings. She gestured to
another 
one of the guys, pointing at Sharla's face and open mouth. He didn't
have to 
be told twice. He stepped forward with a large grin on his face,
unzipped his 
pants and slipped his cock in between her red, wet lips. 

"Uhmmm..." The blonde college girl moaned and twisted her head, but it
was 
no use; she was stuck. The biker just gripped her short blonde hair
and started 
fucking his cock in and out of her face, forcing her to deep-throat
him. 

By this time, Riko was just about ready to come. Grunting, he brutally

slammed his cock in and out of Sharla's tortured pussy, jamming her
face 
even further onto the other guy's cock. Finally, he stiffened and
came. Sharla 
squealed with anger and humiliation as she felt his hot jism boil out
into her 
pussy.  She felt blast after blast of sperm explode out of his cock
and splatter 
deep inside her forming a hot, sticky pool in her belly.
He held his cock inside her for a moment, and then relaxed. The blonde
girl 
sighed with relief when Riko pulled out, but her respite was short
lived: another 
cock quickly took its place, rudely sliding into her now
well-lubricated pussy, 
stuffing it full, and then fucking in and out. 

Patty couldn't help but feel aroused as she watched the blonde college
bitch 
whine and buck on the table in front of her. She'd never thought that
she would 
find another female attractive, but this girl... well, maybe it wasn't
the girl; 
maybe it was the rape. Maybe... 

Tommy started to grunt like he was about to come. With a quick glance
at 
Bear, who was watching intently, Patty reached down and slid his cock
from 
behind the captive's glistening lips. The girl coughed and hacked as
the penis 
was pulled away, trying desperately to spit the taste from her mouth. 

"What?" Tommy looked puzzled, but Patty just smiled and nodded at the 
blonde. With a few practiced strokes of her hand, the redhead expertly
brought 
the gang member to orgasm. As he came, she held the cock right in
front of 
the girl's face, sending long, sticky ropes of white sperm cascading
over her 
face. Sharla gasped and tried to turn her head, but it was too late.
Her face 
and hair were soaked in sperm. 

"Nooo...." Her cries were cut off as another biker came up and buried
his cock 
in her wailing mouth...   

Sharla grunted in pain as yet another biker thrust his cock inside her
sopping 
pussy. It was the third or fourth; she had already lost track. 
She wanted to push away, to wriggle off the invading cock, but she
couldn't get 
any leverage with her arms pinned behind her back. Bent over the
table, legs 
spread and mouth gaping around a slick penis, she was a helpless
target for 
whoever wanted to fuck her exposed, dripping pussy. 

The guy behind her started fucking her so fast and hard her nose was
pushed 
straight into the pubic hair of the man whose cock she was
inadvertently deep 
throating. Gurgling and squirming, the sweat-soaked girl tried to
relax her 
straining pussy as much as she could, desperate to lessen the pain of
the 
brutal fucking. But it was useless. 

The cock was just too large and the fucking too violent. Despite her
best 
efforts, each thrust drove a wave of pain up from her ravaged pussy
and 
through her body. 
Suddenly, she felt a sharp, stinging pain on her ass. Someone had
delivered a 
burning slap. 

"C'mon you little whore," the man behind her growled. "Shake your
whore ass. 
Fuck me back you useless cunt." The man punctuated his demands by
landing 
another powerful slap on her thigh. 

Sharla squealed with pain, but did as she was ordered. The blonde coed

squirmed back until her feet reached for floor and used the leverage
to push 
her reddening ass back against the invading cock. Every plunge of the
cock 
made a wet, squishing sound in her pussy as the invader displaced the
thick 
globs of sperm left from the previous fuckings. 

Sharla felt her face reddening with humiliation at the sounds. Her
humiliation 
was compounded moments later when she heard a female voice - the
redhead 
- laughing: "Look at the little whore fuck Barry," the woman said.
"She's 
fucking like a pro!" Sharla felt tears dripping down her cheeks,
running tracks 
through the caked-on sperm. 

"Well," came another voice, male this time, "she's not much of a
cocksucker." 

"I'll see what I can do." 

Out of the corner of her eye, Sharla saw a face approach her own. 

"Listen up, you scuzzy little slut." It was the redhead again. "You're
not giving 
my friend here much of a cocksucking. What's the matter? Don't they
teach 
you how to suck cock up at that fancy school of yours?" 

Sharla moaned and tried to shake her head, but the other woman just
ignored 
her. "Now I'm gonna release one of your hands. You're gonna reach
around, 
and use it on my friend's cock. Just wrap your little slut fingers
around the base 
and run it up and down..." 

Sharla felt one of her hands being released. She immediately brought
it down 
to the table and tried to push away, but the other woman reached down
under 
her chest and grabbed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The
pain as 
she squeezed and twisted was far worse than anything she had yet
faced. 
Squealing and bucking, the blonde girl grasped the base of the man's
cock 
and started running her long fingers up and down in time with her
bobbing 
mouth. 
Following instructions. 

"Good little cocksucker." The pressure on the nipple decreased, but
the 
redhead kept the hold. "Now," she continued, "Run your tongue along
the 
underside and suck gently..." 

The lesson continued for a good five minutes as the woman gave Sharla
a 
crash course in cocksucking. At the end of it, the man came, spurting
hot jism 
all down the inside of the coed's throat as she was forced to swallow
as best 
she could. 

The softening cock was pulled out, leaving a long trail of slime down
the 
blonde's chin. "Please," Sharla gasped, panting for air. "No more.
No..." 

Her pleas were cut off as a third cock was slipped into her open
mouth. "Now 
show the nice man what you've learned. OK?" The redhead punctuated her

'request' with a sharp twist of her captive's nipple. 

Sharla groaned and immediately went to work on the new cock, using all
of her 
new-found skills to give the man as much pleasure as possible. "That's
it." The 
redhead gave her student an approving pat on the head as she
straightened 
up. Sharla choked, but kept at it. 

She knew the consequences of refusal... 


 WEDDING PRESENT  PART 2   


"Fuck, I want some of that."   The biker who had been standing behind
Beth 
moved away towards the table where Sharla strained to please the men
who 
were fucking her from both ends. The girl started to stand up, but the
guy 
behind Tracy just looked over at her and leered. 

"Want to join in?" he asked.   Swallowing, the red haired girl sat
slowly down. 
The black man laughed, reaching down to fondle Tracy's large breasts.
Tracy 
moaned quietly and a tear trickled down her face, but she didn't
protest...   

Sharla felt the jism boil over into her ravaged pussy as the guy
fucking her 
from behind pulled out.  Sperm was now running out of her in big,
slimy ropes 
turning her whole crotch into a sperm soaked swamp.
Sharla squirmed at the sudden emptiness, disgusted at the feeling of
the thick, 
cooling fluid as it dribbled out of her sopping pussy and down the
inside of her 
thighs. 

She was careful, however, to keep her tongue and lips moving over the
thick 
cock in her mouth. Her tongue was coated with sperm, pre-cum and
drool, and 
it was all she could do to keep from throwing up at the thought of
that repulsive 
mixture sliding down her throat. 

Still, she sucked as best she could; enthusiastically bobbing her
cum-covered 
face up and down on the cock, teasing the tip of it with her tongue
and as she 
polished it with her long, cool fingers.   Doing as she had been
taught.   

The blonde girl couldn't help but squeal in apprehension as she felt
another 
person move up behind her. Instinctively, she widened her stance,
spreading 
her pussy to lessen the pain of the intrusion.   But it wasn't her
pussy he was 
interested in.   

"Noooooo!!!" 

Her frantic, pain-filled scream gurgled out from around the
face-impaling cock 
as the man behind her slowly, but steadily forced his cock up her anal

passage. Her legs left the floor and kicked wildly in the air,
desperate to push 
her away from the pain and degradation of this latest attack. 

Spitting cum and drool, she opened her mouth and tried to pull away,
but the 
man in front of her just grabbed her head and forced his cock even
further 
down her throat.   

After what seemed like an eternity, the cock was fully inserted,
buried deeply 
up her ass. Sharla stopped kicking and lay, limp and exhausted, on the
table, 
afraid to move. Then, she heard the inevitable voice: 

"What's the matter tiny-tits? Never had a cock up the ass?" 

Sharla moaned her response, lips still stretched around the cock. 

"Well," the voice continued, "it's time to learn. A scuzzy slut like
you, your 
cunt's pretty well fucked out. Gotta learn to satisfy a man with your
ass."   
"Mmmmm..."   "That's right cunt face. You start fucking back right
now. And 
don't forget your cock-sucking lessons while you're at it."   
No. She wouldn't do it.   There was no way they could...
"Aiiieee!!..." 

Without warning, the abused coed felt a vicious sting on her back,
followed by 
a deep, burning pain. Another... then another... and then a third. She
squirmed 
on the table, trying to avoid the pain, but it was relentless. Blow
after blow 
rained down on her unprotected flesh, sending spasms of pain through
her 
tortured body, building... burning...   

Until finally...   With a groan of utter defeat, Sharla planted her
feet and started 
bucking her ass back up against the impaling cock. The switch fell one
more 
time before she remembered the cock in her mouth. Sobbing, she slid
her lips 
up and began slurping hungrily as she heard a female voice laughing
above 
her. 

Bear watched, a small smile on his lips, as the skinny little college
bitch started 
to fuck back against the cock impaling her ass. Patty was sure having
a field 
day! The redhead's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled as she stood

beside the table, directing proceedings with the aid of the leather
riding crop 
she kept in her pack. He'd always meant to ask her about it, but had
never 
gotten around to doing so.   Well, now he knew.   

As he watched, Bear couldn't help but think back on his relationship
with the 
redhead. He and Patty had been riding together for almost a year now.
Unlike 
most of the other gang chicks, Patty had her own bike, and
participated as a 
full member of the gang. Their relationship had been a stormy one,
plenty of 
fun all around, but Bear had a hard time staying with just one woman. 

Lately, he had begun to feel a little bored; a little confined.   A
little distracted.   
And Bear, for the first time in his life, had begun to feel insecure.
About 
himself; about her; about everything. 

His usual practice had been to hook himself up with one of the babes
who 
followed the gang, having a good time, but dumping them long before
things 
got permanent.   But Patty... she was different.   Like no chick he
had ever 
seen before.   And, deep down, he didn't want to lose her... 

Impaled by cock at both ends of her slender, sweat-soaked body, Sharla

squirmed in pain and humiliation. But as she did so, as she once again
buried 
her nose in sticky pubic hair in order to shove her ass back against
the cock, 
something strange happened. 

Her pussy spasmed, and, as it rubbed against the edge of the table,
she felt 
something so terrible, so unexpected, that it sent a new wave of
humiliation 
washing through her abused body.   

Pleasure.   

Her clit seemed to buzz, and an itching heat began to spread through
her 
body, up through her stomach and into her nipples as they were dragged
back 
and forth against the top of the table. Slowly, but steadily, the heat
began to 
build, until finally her moans became signs of pleasure rather than
pain.   If 
there was a difference.   

Finally, she came just as the cock in her mouth twitched and dumped
its load 
of hot jism into her already cum-filled mouth. 

"Ahhhh..." Her soft cry of pleasure came out a confused gurgle as the
cum in 
her mouth bubbled up and erupted out from between her lips and
dribbled 
down her chin. 

The abused blonde began to cough and choke, sending a glob of sperm up

into the roof of her mouth and out through her nose.   

"Jeez, the fucking slut is getting off."   

"Of course she is," came the redhead's voice. "She's just a scuzzy
little cum-
bag. Needs a good rape to get her off." 

Sharla felt a hand grab hold of her short blonde hair and jerk her
head up. 

"Isn't that right tiny-tits?" 

Sharla coughed again, letting another glob of cum drool over her lower
lip and 
onto her face. The redhead laughed and released her grip, allowing her

captive's face to drop. 

Bear had seen enough.   

His cock felt like it was about to burst the seams of his battered
jeans. He 
preferred his women with a little more meat on them, but there was
something 
about the way the little college bitch was squirming about on the
table that sent 
the blood pulsing though his cock. 
And Patty... well, he wasn't sure what she'd say if he wanted to fuck
her 
prisoner.   But it was worth giving it a try. 

The cock slid out of her abused asshole with an audible plop.
Groggily, Sharla 
fought back a whine at the sudden emptiness; she had come three times
while 
being fucked up her ass. She didn't know why - didn't even want to
think about 
it; but the feeling was undeniable.   

Still, enough was enough.   The blonde coed groaned as strong hands
gripped 
her shoulders and turned her around so that she was laying face up on
the 
table. She tried to push herself up with her hands, but her ass
slipped in the 
pool of sweat and cum that had congealed between her legs, and the
redhead 
pulled her back down with a fistful of hair. Sharla groaned, but
didn't try to get 
away. 

She just lay there, panting and gasping, her long slender body soaked
with 
sweat and half dried cum.   Waiting for whatever came next.   She
didn't have 
to wait long.   

"Hello Bear." 

It was the redhead, faced flushed and breathing heavily. She was
speaking to 
the bearded man who had been standing at the bar. The one Sharla had
been 
teasing. 

"Wanna play?" 

He was now standing beside the table, in between Sharla's splayed open
legs.   

"Well now," the man answered, his voice soft and oddly formal, "that 
depends."   

"Depends?"   

Sharla moaned softly as she felt the girl's grip tighten in her hair.


"On your say-so," the man answered. "If you say no..."   

The redhead grinned widely, the tension of her grip loosening. 

"You won't fuck the slut if I ask you not to?"   
The man chuckled. "Hell, Patty. A little scum bucket like this?
Shit... she's 
good for a fuck or two, a decent place to dump some sperm, but you...
you and 
me... well, that's different."   

The redhead sighed contentedly. "Do you wanna fuck the bitch?"   

The man nodded. "I surely do."   

"Well, what are you waiting for then?" The redhead laughed. "That's
what 
she's here for."   

A big grin creased the man's bearded face as he reached down and undid
his 
pants.   

"Oh... noooo..." Sharla twisted helplessly on the table. 

The passion from the previous fuckings had deserted her, leaving her 
frightened and humiliated. 

"No more..."   

The redhead reached down and slapped her across the face. "Shut up you

little cunt," she ordered. "This's my man, and you're gonna fuck him
good." 

A fresh rain of tears ran down Sharla's face, but she didn't resist as
the man 
spread her legs apart, positioned himself, and ran his large, rigid
cock straight 
into her abused pussy. 

"Arrghhhh!!!" Sharla squealed and bucked in agony at the pain of the
renewed 
assault. Of all the cocks she had serviced that night, his was by far
the largest. 
It felt as though she were being split in two.   

A sudden, surge of rage and hatred boiled through her tortured body.
These 
assholes... these fuckers... these perverts had raped her and...
beaten her... 
They had no right to do it... no right to... 

"Noooooo!!!" 

The scream of rage ripped out of her as she bucked and thrashed on the
table, 
suddenly desperate to free herself of the cock being fucked in and out
of her 
unwilling pussy. 
"You fuckers! Let me go. You bastards! You..."   

Her cries were cut off as the redhead brought the leather crop down on
her 
exposed tits in a vicious slash. 

The sudden, overwhelming pain of the crop on her breasts sucked her
breath 
away, and she flopped soundlessly on the table for a few instants as
her body 
twitched and spasmed. 

The redhead brought the crop around and slammed it down again... and
then 
again... and then again... Each blow landing directly on the coed's
tits.   

"Eeeahhhhhh....."   

Finally, Sharla managed to gather enough air into her lungs to start
screaming. 
Her mouth opened wide and a loud, screeching sound filled the inside
of the 
tavern as the abused girl twisted and bucked on the table, her breasts
on fire 
from the whipping. 

The pain was more than she could bear; it was...   

"Ahhhgrph." 

The long, banshee wail was cut off as something dark and damp clamped 
down over Sharla's open mouth. Stunned, the girl closed her mouth,
trying 
desperately to inhale. 

The smell immediately told her what had happened. Someone - probably
the 
redhead - had stuffed their pussy right over her mouth.  

 The whipping had stopped, but the humiliation was worse. Almost
worse. 
Sharla closed her mouth as her assailant rubbed her damp pussy up and 
down her lower face. There was no way she was going to open her mouth.
No 
way. It was just too much.   

The redhead, however, was determined.   

"Suck my cunt, you little bitch," she growled, grinding her pussy into
the 
helpless girl's face. 


Sharla moaned her refusal. She tried to use her hands, momentarily
free, to 
push the larger girl off, but it was no use. She felt unseen hands
grab her 
wrists and pull them down. The first taste of pussy juice dribbled
past her 
tightly closed lips, making her stomach heave. 

"C'mon tiny-tits," the other girl ordered, "start licking." 

Sharla felt a pair of hands grab her exposed tits. "Or I'll rip your
little titties off." 

That last comments was punctuated by an abrupt twisting of her tits.
The 
blonde moaned loudly, determined not to open her mouth, but couldn't
help but 
scream when she felt her nipples pinched and twisted. 

Immediately, her assailant's pussy was ground downwards, pushing into
her 
open mouth. Sharla groaned with pain and humiliation, but there was
nothing 
she could do. It was just too much. 

Almost vomiting at the taste, she tentatively stuck her tongue out and
lapped 
upwards at the other girl's leaking pussy. The taste repulsed her, and
she 
almost pulled away, but a quick twist of her nipples convinced her
otherwise. 

Slowly, and then with increasing energy, she began to suck and lick
the other 
girl's pussy.   

"She's doing it," the redhead crowed. "The little cunt's sucking my
pussy."   

Sharla burned with shame, but continued sucking.. 

Beth looked on in amazement, almost forgetting the rough pair of hands

kneading her exposed breasts, as her school friend thrashed about on
the 
table, simultaneously satisfying three cocks and one pussy. 

The moans emanating from between the redhead's legs were definitely
not 
moans of pleasure. How could see... what kind of girl enjoyed being
raped like 
that?   Stunned, she looked over at Tracy, but the other girl was now
on her 
knees under the table, face partially hidden by her thick, auburn hair
as she 
bobbed her face up and down of a thick, black cock.   Beth moaned in
fear... 

***************************


Their lips met in a passionate kiss just as Sharla came, and that was
enough. 
More than enough. Clamping her strong thighs firmly together around
the girl's 
head, Patty let out a loud gasp and came hard, squeezing her legs and 
grinding down on the captive's mouth. 

Bear stiffened and, groaning, pumped his load deep into the girl's
pussy. Then 
the cocks in her hands, first the one on the right and then the one on
her left, 
came, each one spurting its thick, white cum all over her heaving
chest.   

The room went quiet for a moment, the silence broken only by the quiet

slurping from beneath the table where Tracy was still working on
Tony's cock.   

Bear spoke for all concerned: "Fuck. That was wild."   

Letting out a loud, braying laugh, Patty opened her legs and backed
away, 
leaving her victim, face shiny and red with tears and pussy juice,
coughing and 
sputtering. 

Bear pulled his cock out with a quiet, squelching sound. No longer
held down, 
the blonde slid off the table and landed on the floor with a loud
thud. She lay 
there for a moment, limp and trembling, until another of the bikers,
his cock 
hard again, dragged her to his chair and stuffed her tear-stained face
into his 
crotch. 

Obediently, she encircled the offered cock with her lips and began
bobbing her 
head up and down on it.   Bear did up his pants as he slowly looked
around at 
the wreckage of the bar. 

During the gang rape, the members of the gang had gone wild, and had
pretty 
much trashed the place. 

"We'd better get the hell out of here," he declared mildly. "Don't
want the cops 
stumbling onto something like this." 

He gestured towards where the gang member was forcing Sharla to suck
his 
cock.   His words were quiet, but they demanded immediate respect from
the 
members of his gang. 

The man who had been kneading Beth's breasts took his hands away. He 
quickly tied her wrists to the chair with her ripped bra and rushed to
collect his 
stuff. 
Tracy, who had just taken her third load of sperm in her mouth, was
similarly 
fastened as her assailant, the large black man, obeyed Bear's orders. 

Even the guy who had stuffed Sharla's face into his crotch, nowhere
near 
coming, pushed her away and threw her to the floor, where she lay
groaning.  
Within seconds, a pool of sperm had formed beneath her crotch.    

Patty looked over at Bear and then down at where the sweaty blonde lay

curled up on the floor. Despite the recent orgasm, the redhead felt a
surge of 
lust rush through her. She had never found other women attractive
before, 
but... but there was something about the blonde; something about
dominating 
and degrading the rich bitch...   She had to ask.   

"Bear," she said quietly, "can I keep her?"   

The gang leader looked startled. "Keep her?"   

Patty nodded.   

"Well... I mean.... you know, like.a wedding present?"

Bear laughed, and turned to one of the bikers, "Call Carlos in Mexico.
Ask him 
if he'd like to trade some fresh female flesh for some good blow."

The biker walked over to the front door and exited the bar.   

Grinning to himself, Bear walked over to the bar where the bartender
stood, 
frightened and silent. The big biker threw a wad of bills down on the
counter. 
"We were here tonight, but the girl's weren't. Nothing strange
happened. 
Right?" 

The bartender nodded happily; he had been expecting a lot worse.   

Within thirty minutes, the bikers were ready to leave. 

Riko had reported that Carlos was more than happy to make a pick-up of
the 
two girls, and he and another of the bikers had dragged the two
frightened girls 
out of the bar. If everything went according to schedule, the two
college girls 
would be taken south of the border to Carlos' hacienda.  Between
beatings, 
drugs, and countless rapes, they'd be broken by the time they arrived.

After Carlos, his friends, and his dozen or so bodyguards has used
them for a 
few weeks, they'd be tied to cots in little shacks near the cocaine
processing 
labs for the free use of the off-shift lab workers.  With over a
hundred men a 
day using them,  Bear figured they might last six months, tops.

Tony had hot-wired their car and taken it to a local chop shop where
the 
registration numbers had already been removed and the new paint job
begun.   
Now all they were waiting for was...   

Patty marched out of the backroom, her charge in tow. She had dressed
the 
college girl - her new pet - in a pair of tight cut-offs, at least one
size too small, 
a greasy tee-shirt that had been in use as a rag for some time, and an
old pair 
of runners on her feet. 

Around the girl's neck was a black, leather dog collar with shiny
metal studs. 
Patty had attached a slender chain to a D-ring on the side and used it
to 
control the girl. 

Sharla's hands were free, but they stayed at her side. Her face glowed
red 
where it had been struck, and she kept her eyes submissively downward
as 
she tagged along behind her new owner. 

Clearly, Patty had taught her some obedience in the back room.   Bear
caught 
Patty's eye and the couple smiled at each other. 

"OK," the gang leader pronounced, "let's move out."   

Outside the tavern, Patty led the broken and sobbing girl to her bike.
The 
redhead climbed on, and gestured for the other girl to get on behind
her. 

The college girl - ex-college girl - let out a small sob of despair,
but did as she 
was ordered, climbing on behind her owner and, as ordered, grabbed
hold 
around her waist. 

Moments later, the bartender, after happily counting his money,
stepped 
outside just as the dull roar of the bikes faded away into the cool,
star-sodden 
night. He shook his head and smiled. Well, better get to work.   There
was lots 
of cleaning to do.   At least he was being well paid.   The tale of
what had 
happened that night would never pass his lips.  

AUTUMN FURY
PART ONE



Our story begins in the high country of Colorado.  On the west side of
the 
Continental divide, miles from the nearest paved road.  Roger, still
cursing his 
luck, settles down on the rocky slope.  He carefully positions an
AR-15 at his 
side.  It is one of the few available that is actually built by Colt.
It didn't have to 
be the Colt, but it reminds him of his Special Ops training so long
ago.  Now 
he finds himself doing security for whoever is willing to pay.  The
work is easier 
and the benefits are dam better than the military. 

The footing is difficult here, mostly loose rocks on the side of the
steep 
mountain.  The air is thin at this altitude, he is well above the tree
line.  He 
ignores the picturesque valley below him to train a well worn 8x42
power, 
Bushnell binoculars on the tree line below.  There is a luxurious
house set into 
the south side of the mountain.  From where Roger sits he can look
down on 
the roof and patio.  A large Jacuzzi, cut into the rocks, bubbles
enticingly, the 
redwood patio wraps around three sides of the spa.  The deck and
Jacuzzi 
blend artfully into the mountain side.  The hot water will feel good
after a hard 
climb. 

The dirt road to the front is hidden by the tall trees.  He focuses
the powerful 
lenses on the windows, but they reveal nothing.  He curses his luck
again but 
is happy to have a clear view of the patio. 

The secret of sentry duty is to remain alert. You do it by maintaining
a routine. 
Every ten minutes Roger started another search with the binoculars.
He starts 
by checking his six.  He looks above him, slowly from left to right to
make sure 
that no one is watching the watcher. Then he scans  in front, a third
of the 
distance to the house, from left to right. He then raises the glasses
another 
third and goes back.  In the final pass, he scans the edge of the
patio and 
across the steaming Jacuzzi.  He notes the time and lights a cigarette
as he 
takes in the whole area below him.   Roger looks at the glowing embers
and 
remembers clearly the smell of his first cigarette. 

The glare is hard on his eyes as he scans the tall golden grass among
the 
rocks in the afternoon sun.  A breeze comes from the west, swaying the

grasses, but one cluster sways less than the others.  

He holds the binoculars on the cluster of grass among the rocks for
five 
minutes before he sees it again.  He looks at the transmitter, then
puts it away 
and starts down the mountain. 

+++ 

The door to the patio opens suddenly.  Roger hurriedly steadies the
Colt on a 
rock.  He is forty yards away from the figure hiding in the rocks.
The form rises 
slightly from his lair. Roger can now see the figure silhouetted by
the late 
afternoon sun, camouflaged under a grassy poncho. 

Two men look down as they walk slowly on to the redwood deck.  A girl
in red 
crawls with great difficulty between them.  Roger is too far to hear
if they are 
speaking.  The person hiding in the rocks is studying the scene on the
patio, 
allowing Roger to creep dangerously close.  One of the men on the
patio sits 
and motions to the girl.  Her head disappears between khaki trousers
while the 
other  man kneels behind her. 

Roger has gotten as close as he can get without being heard.  The men
on the 
are standing now. The roughly pull the girl in red to her legs. Roger
take his 
eyes off of his prey to admire the shortness of the red dress.  He
wonders if 
she looks as attractive, close up.  There is no time for binoculars
now.  His 
prey is studying the scene, it is time to act. 

The girl in red is being pulled harshly backwards, she doesn't appear
to be 
resisting. One man lifts her off the ground while the other ties her
to a rafter 
from the overhanging roof.  Her legs kick, her body shakes, then she
is quiet in 
front of her captors.  

Roger covers the ground quickly, diving into the form from the back.
He 
knows that he is not quite as fast as he was, the good life is taking
it toll.  The 
prey hears him coming and turns into him.  A  razor sharp steel
arrowhead 
grazes his chest.  His shoulder hits flesh and he knows immediately
that it is a 
woman.   

She comes at him again.  He rolls on the rocks and trips her.
Thinking FBI or 
Marshals office he pins her to the ground.  The important thing is how
long till 
the Blackhawks arrive? 

"Who are you? " 

"Fuck you." 

"Who do you work for? 

"Get off me!  I don't work for anyone. Get off, you're hurting me!" 

Roger sits heavily on her pelvis and takes his dagger from her throat.
She is  
on her back, blond hair tangled with wild grass in disarray about her.
Young 
and thin, not older than 20, she looks more like a model than an
agent, but he 
knows that you can never be sure.  There is a liter bottle of imported
spring 
water by a quiver of arrows.  On the rocks is a Barnett compound
crossbow, as 
deadly as any rifle but not standard issue from Langley.  The pain
from the 
gash in his side, began to register.  He should call in, have them
pick her up.  
She would talk, there is no doubt about that. Sounds reach them from
the 
deck, but they are hidden by the rocks. 

"Get off me, I have to kill him." 

"Kill who" 

"That bastard Victor.  What ever his last name is.  Now let me up." 

Roger reached to her and cut the sleeves from her shirt.  He tied them

together and wrapped his wounded chest.  The hunting arrow had been 
deflected by a rib only two inches from his heart. 

"How do you know him and why do you want to kill him?", Roger is
convinced 
that she is not a Fed.  Among other things she is too young. 

"Listen we can talk latter.  Right now, I have to get him.  He may be
out there 
right now." 

"No he's not", Roger let slip. He tried to cover it up, "You're not
doing anything 
until you answer my question", he stated. 

The girl paused for a moment, looking up at the man above her, as if 
considering her options. Roger showed the knife again.  Her eyes
wandered 
from him to focus on nothing.  She began speaking quietly, slowly at
first then 
faster with more confidence as it washed over her. 

"For Susan.  I promised Susan I would kill him....." 
Shocked, Roger sat back against the rocks. Situation AFU, he said to
himself.  
The military jargon came back to him, in his surprise. 

".... Susan is my sister.  She is everything that I am not.  Tall,
beautiful and 
smart too. I am a tomboy, I like sports, but Susan is the beauty.
Susan got all 
the boys in school. After graduation Ford flew her to New York for an
interview.  
She didn't get the job because she refused to sleep with that bastard.
I came 
out here to train for the Summer Games.  I am going to make the
archery 
team.  Susan enrolled at Colorado State just to be near me." 

"She met that asshole Victor last Spring.  I told her that he was too
old for her, 
but Susan said he was just a friend.  She would tell me of the hours
they spent 
in a restaurant or library discussing philosophy or literature. They
would have 
good natured arguments over the writings of Henry Miller,  DeSade or
Martin 
Sorcase's latest movie.  He was a perfect gentleman, even loaned her
money 
to get her car fixed."

"This summer he invited both of us to the mountains for a couple of
weeks.  To 
this place.  I almost went too, but I had to practice.  Susan went,
she had 
known him for three months.  She trusted him."

"I didn't see her again for two weeks.  The first night she called and
told me of 
the great time she was having, how the house was an hour from the
nearest 
paved road.  She never called after that.  She wasn't expected back
for two 
weeks and she sounded like she was having so much fun, that I never 
suspected anything."

"Then one night, I answered a knock at the door. Two men dropped my
sister 
in the door way.  The didn't say a word, just dropped her and left.
She had a 
sheet wrapped around her."

"At first I thought she was just tired, I tried to raise her to walk
her to bed.  I 
couldn't get her up with the loose sheet in the way so I took it off.
She was 
naked, but that's not why I cried.  Her body, that tall lovely body
was cris-
crossed with different colored bruises and circles.  God, it looked
like a 
surrealistic painting."

"There were black stripes, purple, blue and red stripes all
overlapping.  Round, 
purple and red sores were scattered over her breasts, thighs and rear.
Some 
were larger and others still oozed."

"She couldn't talk, only whimper and cry.  Christ, I had to pull a dam
vibrator 
out of her rear, they just rammed it up there and left it.  I laid
beside her and 
held her in my arms through out the night." 

Her eyes had that thousand yard stare.  Roger had last seen it on a
young 
Ranger in Bolivia. He remembered the cluster fuck joint operation with
the 
DEA when the kid took a booby trap in the thigh.  The punji stick got
him just 
below the kelvar. It was poisoned, there was nothing that they could
do for 
him.  Roger held him that dark night, until he died. 

"Susan was better in the morning.  She told me that the small circles
were 
cigarette burns, the larger ones came from the hotter cigars. She told
me how 
a whip mark turns from red to purple and if its hard enough to black.
She told 
me how she lost her virginity tied down while three others watched."

"I heard how she was tied up and raped, gang raped.  How she was hung
by 
her arms until she lost all feelings in her hands.  How they broke her
fingers 
one by one, her hands were numb, but her eyes still saw."

"She told me how she was not given water or food.  The only time she
drank 
was from the bastards cocks.  One of them took great delight in
telling her 
what was going to happen, how it where it would hurt and how other
girls took 
it.  Then they did it to her.  If they enjoyed it they would do it
again."

"Then she said the most surprising thing.  She said that the worst was
not the 
tortures or even being made to hold a cigar against her dead nipples.
The 
worst was to have to beg shit face to fuck her.  Shit face was her
name for 
Vincent.  As bad as the other three men were, shit face was always
curler.  
Everything hurt more when shit face did it." 

"I had to get her to a doctor but she refused to go to the hospital
with their 
sperm everywhere, their piss in her hair.  I managed to get her into
the bath 
room.  It was a big mistake, she saw herself for the first time in a
mirror and 
started shaking like a leaf.  I left her to call 911."

"While I was on the phone I heard the mirror break.  I rushed back but
she had 
already cut both wrists.  I tried to stop the bleeding but I was too
late.  I 
promised Susan that Vincent would die.  She died as I held her.  When
the 
paramedics pulled her away, what was left of her nipple had stuck to
my shirt."


"The cops and FBI asked a lot of questions, but I didn't tell them
anything, just 
that she was abducted and two men dropped her off.   I want shit face
for 
myself.  A jail cell is not good enough for him." 

For the third time today, Roger cursed his luck.  He had drawn the
short stick, 
and had gotten guard duty.  Instead of being down there playing with
the girl, 
he was sitting over the younger sister of the only woman her ever
admired.  A 
woman that he raped and humiliated, but she took it, took it all and
preserved 
her dignity even as she begged, crawled and sucked, she still held
something 
from them.

+++ 

Vincent had wanted to enjoy his new sex slave in the fresh Autumn air,
to hear 
her cries and screams trail off, lost down the mountain.  The house is

secluded, but even Vincent has to be careful when torturing a girl
outside.  So 
Roger had climbed the mountain while the others warmed her up for
Vincent.  
He knows what he should do.  

Just stand up and call to Hans and Luiz.  Say "Hans, guess what I
found,  
Susan's little sister.  Lets see if she is better than her cunt
sister".  But he 
doesn't say it.  The thought of this little girl fooling the FBI,
tracking them down, 
which he knows was not easy, then sneaking within 10 yards of the
patio with 
a crossbow appeals to him, like something a younger Roger would have
done. 

Little sister has spunk, he thinks to himself. Big sister was good
too.  The best 
that they had ever enjoyed.  In fact her defiance is what saved her
life.  She 
resisted them for the two weeks that she was chained.  He remembers
cold 
green eyes full of defiance, the body broken and abused, the mind 
surrendered to their games, but still a spark deep in her soul. Eyes
always 
looking for a weapon, calculating the odds.

Sure she begged and crawled like the others.  She gave in and held the

cigarettes as her sex burned, but she had to.  No one could continue
taking 
that kind of abuse.  Roger did not blame her for that, in fact it just
increased 
his admiration for her. 

Afterward while the Hans and Luiz took her back, Vincent and Roger had

Manhattans in the Jacuzzi.  They compared her with the others. Vincent
even 
remarked that Roger was especially inspired by Susan, he could tell
that 
Roger was cruller with her than normal. 
"I had to see what she could take", Roger explained. 

"You didn't piss on the bitch." 

"I was dry", he lied. +++ Susan's little sister, peeks over the rocks
to the patio.  
The new girl is still dangling from the rafter.  The red dress is gone
now.  Still 
new to hanging, trying in vain to touch the ground.  The heavy man
teases her 
with a whip across her body, half the time he snaps it close to her,
to see her 
jump.  

They are too far away to hear most conversation but her screams reach
them.  
Roger wants to yell out to her to save her strength for the real pain,
that will 
certainly follow.  She won't last long at this pace.   The other man
has a hand 
between her legs.  Victor is nowhere to be seen. 

Roger takes the girl by her shoulders.  "What's your name?" 

"Tiffany" 

"Tiffany listen to me, we don't have much time. I was one of the men
that did 
those things to your sister.  I tied her, beat her, raped her and held
her while 
the others used her.  I am supposed to guard them while they do that
other 
girl.  Instead I will help you kill my boss..... if you want me to.  

You see, I want you.  No, not as a prisoner, but to wake up with every
morning, 
to hold to love, to grow old with.  I am getting too old to be a hired
gun for any 
two bit psycho with more money than anyone fucker should have.  I want
to 
settle down with a good woman." 

"No wait, listen to me.  Yes, I did those things to Susan and others,
but I will 
never hurt you.  Any time now Victor will come out. He will expect me
to signal 
him that everything is OK.  With the two of us we have chance.  We can
take 
him then Hans and Luiz.  

Victor has powerful friends we would have to leave the country, stay
low for a 
couple of years.  It is dangerous, but you give me the courage to go
for it.   I 
don't expect you to love me right away, just promise me that you will
give me 
till Christmas." 

"You raped and tortured my sister....." 

"Tiffany, you know more about me than most wives ever know of their 
husbands.  I did those things, horrible things, but that is in the
past.  Victor is 
the one who arranged everything.  If I wasn't there some other goon
would be." 

Both Roger and Tiffany look up at the commotion on the deck.  Victor
in a 
oversize white linen shirt is inspecting his captive. 

"What's it going to be?" Roger asks. 

"And if I don't want any part of you...." 

"I will still help you kill them.  But without me his friends will
hunt you down and 
string you up." 

Victor is standing at the edge of the deck calling for Roger.  Tiffany
nods and 
loads an arrow into the cocked crossbow. 

Victor is standing there looking down at the arrow through his heart
as Roger 
cuts Hans down with the AR15.  Luiz dives for cover and cuts loose
blindly 
with a 9mm machine pistol.  Roger empties the clip at him but he is
out of 
sight behind an overturned table.  As Roger fumbles for another clip
he makes 
a dash for the door. Tiffany stands up and drops him with an arrow
through the 
back of the neck. 

Roger tells Tiffany to cut down the terrified girl still suspended,
nude in the 
middle of the fire fight.  He goes into the house after the money.  As
he comes 
out, Tiffany is standing above the dead body of Victor, the crossbow
aimed at 
Roger.  

AUTUMN FURY
PART TWO - THE RUN



"Miss! Miss! Wake up." 

Tiffany awoke, to her shoulder being viciously shaken. A woman's face,
thin 
and stern with features outlined in dark eyeliner wearing an even
darker shade 
of lipstick, was towering over her. 

"You cant do that here!  Miss, I suggest that you see a doctor!" 
"Why, was I screaming or something?" 

"Well, no, but...." 

"But what?!" 

"You... you were..." She straightened, to her considerable height.
"You were 
touching yourself, down there," said in her most disdainful voice.
"Mm, mm, 
masturbating is not allowed in flight", she stammered. 

Tiffany followed her brown eyes to her lap. Her soft cotton dress was
bunched 
tightly around her vulva. A crease in the flowered pattern of the
fabric pressed 
into the slit that is the essence of a woman's sex. 

"Oh God!!" 

"Oh my God". Tiffany said again to herself. She felt herself redden
with shame. 
Lowering her eyes, the moral indignation of the stewardess pressed
down on 
her. Sinking lower into her seat she mumbled an apology, praying that
the 
woman would leave. The other passengers were staring. A man on the
aisle 
stood, for a better view. She willed herself to become invisible. 

It was the same nightmare. The stewardess would think that she had a
fantasy 
and was playing with herself, there was nothing that she could do
about that. 
Night and day, whenever she relaxed, let her mind wander for a few
minutes, 
the experiences of Susan and Laura would flood over her. 

She saw Victor, Roger and the others abusing, taunting, humiliating.
Her 
hands would relive the degradation, she would waken to find sex
bruised from 
her own hand, prisoner to the will of a dead man. How could Tiffany
tell of the 
rape and degradation experiences of her sister and Laura that dominate
her 
subconscious, to that wisp of a woman? 

The stewardess, proud of protecting her passengers from the slut in
18D, 
continued down the aisle, strutting in her heels. For a while the thin
stewardess 
could forget about her aching feet, forget about the endless dieting,
forget 
about being a glorified waitress and bimbo to 8 flights a day. Forget
about 
making love to plastic and batteries at night, alone in a yellowing
hotel room, 
sounds of love coming from Maria and the pilot in the next room. For
now she 
was superior to that slut in 18D. Occasionally she would stop to talk
to a 
passenger, they would look at back at her as the stewardess shakes her
head. 
"Just keep quiet and we will get through this", Tiffany had said. The
same 
words that she had used in Colorado. They did not inspire confidence
then and 
they were not any better now. She glanced at her companion, asleep in
the 
seat beside her and thought back...... 

++++ 

The man with the arrow in his neck was making gurgling sounds,
drowning in 
his own blood. Victor lay on his back in a sea of blood. The arrow
protruding 
as if from a harpooned whale. Roger stood in the doorway. The arrow
had 
caught him in the chest. She had to shoot him again to finish him. 

Working on instinct, trying not to think about the death all around
her she 
turned to the brunette. 

Arms wide, the brunette was strapped to hooks overhead. Naked she 
stretched, her toes balancing is a pool of her own water. A single
burn mark 
blistered red against the milky white skin of her breast. Pinkish
stripes laced 
her breasts, torso and back where she had been lightly whipped.
Otherwise 
she looked remarkably unhurt. 

Tiffany stood on a chair to her side to unhook her arms. The flecks of
dried 
cum in the brunettes hair gave evidence to her abuse. The girl babbled

incoherently, obviously in shock. 

The girl slumped to the floor, curling up in a puddle of her own
urine.. 

"Pull your self together. We have to get out of here. What's your
name?" 

"Laura. Thank you. You saved my life", she murmured almost
incoherently. 

Tiffany bent to consoled the trembling woman. That is when she noticed
it. The 
girls front teeth were missing. She looked around but the dentures
were 
nowhere to be seen. 

To much had happened, too fast. Tiffany knew that they had to get out
of this 
house, there would be time enough to talk latter. From watching the
house she 
knew Victor's business associates would be visiting him at sunset. The
Bell Jet 
Ranger would hover waiting for the signal. The first evening a
heavyset man 
emerged and walked with Victor for 5 minutes. Another time a bulging
sports 
bag changed hands. 
But last night, crouching in the rocks, Tiffany saw the same man pull
a woman 
from the helicopter. Her hands were behind her back, probably
handcuffed. A 
dark hood covered her head. From where Tiffany hid, she could imagine
the 
pathetic pleas to be released. When Victor took her by the waistband
of her 
slacks she screamed a half hearted cry as if she already realized that
there 
was no one to help her. 

Tiffany pulled the trembling nude to her feet and went in the house,
stooping to 
take the brief case of money from the bleeding body in the doorway.
Searching 
for clothes, Laura led them to the cages where she had been kept.
Simple 
chain link pens, low and wide with a padlocked gate on top. Tiffany
all to easily 
could imagine being forced to climb up on the waist high cage, knees
hurting 
on the wire, stepping carefully into the opening, being careful not to
scratch an 
already abused flesh against the exposed wire. 

In her mind she saw the metal gate being closed over Susan. Barley
high 
enough to crawl on hands and knees, she must have slithered on the
cold 
concrete to the dirty blanket bunched in the corner. Maybe she stopped
long 
enough to vomit or relieve herself in the open drain in the center. 

The far door lead to a large, empty room. Expensive natural wood
finished 
walls were marred by crude oversized hooks screwed at various heights.
A 
highly polished exercise bar, the type that ballerinas use, ran the
length of one 
wall. The opposite wall had a narrow work surface. A wood chair was 
overturned in the center of the large room. 

"This where they did it to me", Laura cried, her speech distorted. 

"It will be OK. They forced you. It wasn't your fault," Tiffany tried
to comfort the 
trembling brunette with the standard phases. The shadows were getting
long. 
The helicopter would probably return soon, what would they do when
they 
found the bodies? But Laura had suffered too much, she had to tell. 

She quickly told of being forced into a van and driven to a waiting
helicopter. 
She spoke without emotion, giving few details as if her abduction was 
insignificant. In the helicopter the big man forced her to suck him.
Laura, 
frightened, hoping that all he wanted was to rape her, tried her best.
She 
explained to Tiffany that she had given head to her boyfriend before
and tried 
to do a good job this time in hopes of being released unhurt.  When he
came 
she did her best to swallow as much as she could. He rewarded her by
telling 
her to suck him hard again. 
She spent the entire flight with the big man's dick in her mouth as he
hollered 
business matters to the pilot and worked her head up and down. Money 
transfers, and phone numbers jokes and laughter as Laura gagged as the

strangers probed her throat. 

The man gave her to Victor, pushing her to his feet as he bragged
about his 
blow job. 

"They took me to this room, there were three of them and the meanest
one, 
the boss, Victor.  He, Victor, told the others that I was born to suck
cock and 
told me that I was going to drink all their sperm. I was stripped by
the tall one 
and pushed to my knees in the middle of the room. They left me like
that while 
they had a beer. They ignored me while they joked among themselves. I
knelt 
there naked and untied, crying and begging, waiting on them to get
around to 
me." 

"When they were ready they gathered around. Victor stood close to me
and 
took his pants off. His erection inches from of my face. They didn't
even talk to 
me, it was like I was expected to suck them. I was scared but also
humiliated 
from haven given in so easy in the helicopter. I didn't even struggle.
I had to do 
something. When he pushed into my throat, I let him feel my teeth,
just to let 
him know that I was a human being." 

"The big one, Victor, jumped back as if I had bit him or something, I
had only 
just touched my teeth to his dick. He pulled out and hit me again and
again in 
the face. Then he dragged me to the exercise bar and locked my neck to
that 
bar with a collar. My hands were chained to the sides." 

Tiffany could imagine the scared girl, knelling on the floor, unable
to move her 
head, fully exposed, her hands useless, stretched out along the
polished 
exercise bar. 

Laura was shaking, voice almost lost in her crying as she continued,
"One of 
them gave him a pliers, the others held my head and they pulled out my
teeth. 
It took a long time. They laughed and held my head back, to make me
swallow 
my own blood. I screamed and wet myself but they only laughed harder.
They 
took my front teeth out! They said they would pull the rest of my
teeth out if I 
did it again. I was real careful when they took my mouth. After I
swallowed I 
would lick the blood from my gums off their cocks. All they wanted was
my 
mouth, they didn't even fuck me, only fingered me while another held
my head 
on him." 
They had escaped in Victor's Jeep.  As they speed down the mountain
they 
heard the helicopter searching overhead. They drove to Stapleton in
the night 
and took the first plane heading South.  

                                       * * *

Daytona Beach, Florida - 6 weeks later.



Long languid days spent lounging on the beach, thoughts far removed
from 
the horror in the mountains. Tiffany paid for Laura's dental work, the
first step 
in rebuilding her self confidence. The two girls who had shared so
much 
together, spent their days together laying on the beach. 

They slept late, enjoyed a relaxed breakfast at a local bagel shop
then strolled 
past the store fronts beyond the pier to lay on the white sands by the
ocean. 
They sunned themselves falling asleep hoping that the lifeguard would 
remember to wake them before they burned in the Florida sun. 

The first to wake would roll over and rub suntan lotion and latter
sunblock on 
the others bare back. A quick run to the ocean would refresh them
enough for 
a stroll on the pier. Late morning on a weekdays the beach belonged to
old 
retired men. Tired eyes of the old men would be rejuvenate as the
girls in their 
early twenties strolled by, without wraps, tanned breasts swaying in
bikini tops 
loosely tied over sunburned shoulders. 

Bottoms working slowly into the seam between cheeks as the girls
absent 
mindedly and silently sauntered by their tanned bare feet sprinkled
with white 
sand like a delicious but perverted pastry. The sweet scent of suntan
oil 
lingering on the hot air. 

At mid day they fell into a habit of strolling to the nearby stores to
escape the 
heat. Wearing a flimsy wrap over their bikinis they would have an
unhurried 
lunch enjoying the attention of the business men on a expense
accounts. 
Occasionally a man would whisper to his friends, stick his chest out
and so 
casually stroll over to their table. If he was nice the girls would
play the flirt but 
always he left without a phone number. In the afternoon they returned
to the 
beach to swim and tan. The nights were spent playing the clubs,
teasing, using 
their looks for dinners and drinks, picking up a spending money from
the many 
bikini and wet T- shirt contests. 
Home was the Daytona Inn, an older hotel on the beach, long since
eclipsed 
by the newer resorts, now reduced to a haven for strippers supporting
out of 
work bartenders. The girls would return in the early morning hours and
skinny 
dip in the pool instead of a shower. 

The women shared a room off the pool, the twin beds replaced a king
size 
mattress when Laura found that she could not sleep alone. Nude, with
the tired 
air conditioner whining, desperately trying to keep up with the heat,
the women 
held each other through the long hours till the sun broke again over
the 
Atlantic. 

Breast to breast, the warmth and soft comfort of another woman,
unmatched 
by a man, smooth limbs curving into unbelievable softness of a moist
vagina, 
each knowing how it will feel before it happens as they pleasured,
sweaty 
thighs intertwined, mouths locked together in deep kisses, quivering
vagina 
lips futility grasping against each other, blending together easily
forgetting or 
caring whose nipple or ass, mouth or pussy, mentally merged the
growing 
orgasm in one continued by the other into waves of pleasure, a tired
stripper in 
the next room banging on the wall tells them they are making too much
noise, 
but it is too late for the lovers have come full circle, holding each
other again, 
breast to breast. 

Still shaken by her capture and torture of weeks before, Laura was
unable to 
function without the protection and reassurance of her friend and new
lover, 
Tiffany. Tiffany still considered herself completely heterosexual, her
love for 
Laura and the torrid sessions on hot nights or the intimate rubdowns
with the 
aroma of suntan oil mingling with the musky scent of arousal, only a
temporary 
diversion. 

Nothing more she told herself, but she refuses wear her white bikini
to the 
beach any longer, since it shows her moisture as she watches Laura's
slim 
form emerge from the surf, hips in a natural roll that catches the
imagination of 
both men and women alike, her bosom rises as she raises both hands to 
brush an imaginary strand of hair from her face, she smiles and
moisture just 
comes at the thought of a kiss. 

The season was coming to a close, the days getting cooler. Renee, the
owner 
of a slightly illegal escort service, mentioned that a business man
was looking 
for a live in nanny. Tiffany new it was time for a change. The next
day Renee 
called with the details. The pay was good, the work easy, just take
care of a 6 
year old boy. 
The police had often tried to bust Renee's escort service for
prostitution but 
Renee's friends always tipped her off in time. Tiffany paid Renee five
hundred 
dollars to have her friends in the police department do a through
check on the 
Orlando business man. 

A week later they pronounced him clean. Apparently he was a hard
working 
citizen without a criminal record. He immigrated to this country 7
years ago 
from India and bought a connivance store. Every year he brought more
family 
over and opened more stores. Two years ago he Americanized his name to

Mr. John Harini. He lived with his wife and young child in an
expensive estate 
outside of Orlando. Renee even visited the family herself, she assured
the 
worried Tiffany. 

Tiffany spent the morning convincing Laura that this was just what she
needed 
for her recovery. Laura was good with young children, the pay was
good, it was 
with a good family that would take care of her. Most importantly,
Tiffany told 
her, it was over. She could not continue to make love to her every
night, even 
though she stilled loved her. Tiffany attempted to explain how she
hoped to 
meet a man, the girl-girl love was sweet and tender but she did not
want to 
think of herself as one of those butch dykes. 

Renee took Laura for the required medical exam and let the crying girl
spend 
the night at her condo. The next day Renee drove her sixty miles to
her new 
employers.

   +++

Mount Dora, Florida. 25 miles north of Orlando.



"Come in. You must be the new nanny. We were expecting you. Oh you are

gorgeous. Have a seat while I ....." 

"Oh Patkar, you will scare her away with all your talking. Hello. I am
Mrs. 
Harini. Welcome to our home. You have already meet Patkar our maid,
she 
loves to use her new English. I insist on everyone in this house
speaking 
American. You are so pretty. How did you get here, there is no car,
did you 
walk? It is Laura isn't it? 

"A friend dropped me off. Yes, ...uhhh.....Mam" 
"Oh. Well my husband and I have another very busy day ahead of us. You
see 
we run a chain of stores owned by our family, it keeps us very busy. I
want you 
to take care of little Rao, day and night. Now I don't want to hear
any opinions 
of about my mothering. This is done all the time in my country.
Understood?" 

"Yes Mam." 

Mrs. Harini was a middle aged woman, dark skinned, pleasant face,
short and 
plump, the typical Indian wife. She was wore a patterned scarf over
one 
shoulder, a single black dot graced the middle of her forehead. 

"That is good. It is so important that we girls understand each other.
Come, I 
will introduce you to Mr. Harini." 

Laura still caring her American Traveler case, followed Mrs. Harini up
the 
stairs of the lavish home. 

"Dear, this is Laura, the woman that we hired for Rao." 

"Nanny", corrected Laura. "The new nursemaid". 

Mr. Harini was an older man, was thin and bald. He wore an expensive 
business suit that hung loosely on his frame and carried a cellular
phone. 
"Whatever", he said and waived them away. 

"Honey, I said she is to be Rao's...", she nodded her head at Laura. 

"Oh, yes of course. How silly of me." Mr. Harini put the phone down.
"Call Rao, 
while I speak with the beautiful Laura." 

"Put you bag down Laura, while we talk. That is such a beautiful name,
so 
American. How old are you, or should I say how young", he laughed. 

"23, sir". 

He led Laura into an wood paneled office. He did not offer her a
chair, but sat 
on the edge of a large desk in front of a window. The lush green of
the garden 
in the morning light filled the view. 

"Ahh, to be 23 again", he laughed. " You are very beautiful, I am sure
that you 
will do well. The job is really very simple, just take care of my
son."
"Anything he wants is your responsibility, 24 hours a day, 7 days a
week. Well 
there are a few hours off while he is with his mother doing school
work, but the 
rest of the day you are to take care of anything he wants. 

You see, in my country wealthy people teach their children at home,
then send 
them to a university for a more advanced education. I want my son to
know 
everything of life, not that trash that they teach in your public
schools." 

"What else? Oh yes, pay. You will be paid the agreed upon amount
directly to 
your bank account every month. Your contract will terminate when Rao
wants 
it to." 

"Excuse me, but...", Laura cut in, but Mr. Harini continued...."Rao,
come in, 
son. Meet your nanny." 

Mrs. Harini followed a chubby, dark skinned boy in a Mickey Mouse
shirt and 
red baggy shorts, hands and mouth full of pastry, into the office. 

"Is this the boy? I thought he was only 6," Laura exclaimed. 

"He is twelve, almost a man", Mr. Harini said proudly. "Rao, put the
food down, 
son. I will show you how to greet a nanny." 

The boy stuffed his mouth with the remainder of the pastry, his cheeks
bulging. 
Without thinking, Laura turned to greet the boy. With her back to Mr.
Harini, 
she knelt down to be at eye level with the youngster. 

"Hello Rao. My name is La.......", she stopped as cold steel hit her
chest. 
Instinctively she grabbed at it as it slid up towards her neck.
Thinking she 
would choke she pulled against the chain, but it did not get tighter. 

Instead it was locked in back, the padlock cold, heavy and foreign
between her 
bare shoulder blades. She was still pulling against the neck chain as
steel 
cuffs were simultaneously snapped around both ankles. Too late, she
pulled 
her legs under her and with great effort, stood. The short chain
keeping her 
legs too close to run or fight. 

Mr. Hairini came from behind with a long bamboo pole for the laughing
boy. To 
Laura's amazement she found that the other end of the pole connected
to her 
collar. Like a dangerous animal, she was held at a distance by the
pole as she 
fought for each breath. 
"Here Rao, I present you with your first woman. I assure you that you
will never 
forget this woman." 

"Way cool", Rao was dancing in place. 

Mrs. Harini, was beaming with pride as she darted around the room,
shooting 
Polaroid after Polaroid of her family. 

"You see Rao, she is of a lesser class than us. What Americans call
white 
trash. Since you are superior to her, it is her privilege to serve
you." 

"Now I will teach you about collaring a woman, as my beloved father
taught 
me. You see, son the pole is connected to a choke collar. The bamboo
pole 
allows you stay beyond her arms reach if you want. Her legs are
chained so 
she can't use her feet to pull against you. If you yank the pole like
this.... it 
causes her extreme pain. See... Look how the chain cuts into her
throat, see 
how the skin is pinched between the links of the chain? When you do
that she 
has to use her hands to keep from choking." 

He continued, "A better way is to slowly twist the pole. Now see how
easy it is 
to control her discomfort. Put you hand on mine, and twist the pole.
Good. 
Now make her walk around in a circle like your pony." 

You know son, it is important that you treat your servants with
compassion, 
like how I thought you to treat your pony." 

"You mean not to kill her or anything, right Dad?" 

"That is right son," Mr. Harini, laughed loudly and gave wife the
universal `I 
love this boy look'. 

Laura, facing inwards towards father and son was forced to step
sideways as 
she was led in a circle, screamed in anguish at the humiliation. 

"Shut up cunt! Stop your bitching". 

"Honey, please, no cursing in front of Rao." 

"Sorry, mother. Rao, stop your woman for a second, I need to explain 
something to her." 

Laura, stood panting for breath, sobbing loudly, her fingers between
pinched 
neck and cold steel. Aware of the importance of first impressions she
had 
dressed for the job, cream blouse with a high neck and low back, short
skirt, 
stockings and modest heels. Having just turned 23 her beasts were high
and 
firm. Her nipples made little points in her blouse. 

In a low tone, inches from her face, Mr. Harini spoke, "Bitch, you now
belong 
to my 12 year old son. Your one job is to do whatever he says. If you
continue 
your screaming and whining about freedom, what ever that means, I will
have 
you stripped and whipped like a donkey. I will not repeat myself. Now
accept 
your position, slut. You are to please my son. The doors to this house
and the 
gates on the property are electronically controlled, there is no
escape." 

"Now apologize to my son and lovely wife." 

There is a long silence as Laura remembers what it is like to be
whipped, to 
have your front teeth pulled out because they scratched his dick. Then
she did 
what she had to do. 

"Please Mrs. Harini, accept my apologies" Lowering her head, hand
still to her 
neck, voice shaking, "Rao, sir, I am sorry". 

The Harini's grinned. Mr. Harini said, " Good, good. We all understand
our 
places. Now Rao use the pole to make her sit on the floor. Good boy!
Mother 
did you see the expert way he handled his woman? Very good son! Now
push 
her on her back. That's right. Mother did you have something to show
him?" 

Mrs. Harini put her camera on the desk and knelt beside the quietly
crying 
Laura. Carefully Mrs. Harini tucked her skirt under her legs and
motioned to 
her son to sit on the other side of Laura. 

"Roa, I want to show you the secrets of a woman's private body. You
are 12 
and I know of the camera in Patkar's room, and that you seen her
breasts and 
her sex. Its all right, you are a man, and men are allowed privileges
with the 
servants. I am going to show you the innermost secrets of this
donkey." With 
that, Mrs. Harini raised Laura's skirt. The skirt had fallen under her
legs and it 
took a second pull to raise it over her waist. Laura was instructed to
raise her 
bottom and her Jockey panties were pulled to her knees. 

"See what I mean! Father look, the slut shaves her hair!", exclaimed
the older 
woman. "Women that shave that are whores!", she exclaimed. "Whore, I
say." 
"Son, this is her vagina, her cunt. It is the only thing that trash
like her value." 
You have read magazines and seen the pictures and movies, so you know 
what everything is called. I will show you the one thing that you have
not seen, 
her clitoris. It is her pleasure button, what she lives for. See how
by just 
opening her up, how it rises to greet you. 

This is what the slut is made for. Rao, you are now a man and it is
your choice 
when she should receive pleasure or pain. You can even teach her to
accept 
pain as pleasure, like your father thought me." She smiled up at her
husband.

"To give her pain is easy, just hit it. Go ahead. Not so hard, see how
she 
screams. You'll wear her out too quickly.  A little easier. Better.
You could play 
with her like that for hours, and the last one would hurt just as
much." 

"To give her pleasure takes a little practice. Rub the area around her
clitoris 
gently but firmly, like a man, like this. Now you try it. Wet your
fingers in her 
cunt. Don't be shy. Here let me show you. Just shove your fingers in
hard, like 
that. It looks like it would hurt her but she will like it. Now you
try it. See how 
her hips move, in a little while she will cum, I'll show you that in
class latter." 

"There is one more secret that a woman has...." 

"Her mouth, Mom?", Rao asked. 

"That is no secret. Her mouth is simply yours to control. Just grab
her hair or 
her ears, and move her head the way that you like it. That is how your
father 
thought me. The last secret is her ass. It is really very simple. When
you take a 
woman's ass, she belongs to you. For the rest of her life she will
never forget a 
man that took her in the ass. Just be careful for your penis can give
her great 
pleasure and pain at the same time." 

The phone rang, breaking the spell. Mr. Harini quickly answered it. 

"Son, I am sorry to cut this lesson short but your Mother and I have
an 
important business matter to take care of. Go along and play with your
woman, 
there is a problem with a greedy health inspector at cousin Budraju`s
store". 

Rao shook hands with his father, kissed his mother and skipped from
the 
room, the bamboo pole over his shoulder. With her legs chained
together, 
panties around her ankles, Laura struggled to keep up at the pole's
end.


LITTLE GIRLS
Part 1


Even at 17, I liked young girls, not young as in 15 or 16 year olds, I
liked them 
REALLY YOUNG... 12, 11, even 10 year old girls. There was just
something 
about the innocence and immaturity of their little bodies that really
excited me.

I had always kept this "little" fixation to myself even from my best
friend Paul 
who knew just about everything else about me, after all it wasn't
exactly normal 
for a 17 year old Senior in High School to get a hard-on over 5th and
6th grade 
girls.  It was kinda difficult because Paul and I would go to the Mall
a lot to 
"check out the babes", and while he was looking at all of the big
titted 
cheerleader types, I was trying to sneak peeks their little sisters
without being 
too obvious about it.  

Well, things were going pretty good one day, the mall was hopping and
there 
were plenty of girls to look at.  Paul was busy eyeing a tall blond
and was filling 
me in on what he would like to do with her, I on the other hand had
just spied a 
cute little 12 or 13 year old brunette in pigtails sitting on a bench
by herself 
eating a cookie.  Her little breasts were just beginning to poke out,
she was 
wearing a short denim skirt and was sitting with her legs slightly
apart giving 
me just a glimpse of her little white cotton panties.  Something about
her was 
familiar but I couldn't quite place what it was.

Paul had noticed that I was not listening to him anymore and turned to
see 
what I was looking at.  I was busy trying to visualize what this sweet
4th grade 
girl would look like without any clothes on, and didn't realize at
first that Paul 
was watching me.  I looked over at him and knew that I had been
caught.

"Your kidding" he chuckled.

I was silent.

"Your not kidding. Really?  Naw...  Really?  Wowwwww..." he said, "but
she's 
just a kid. She can't be more than 12 years old!"

"What can I say" I replied knowing that I wasn't going to be able to
bluff my 
way out of this one.


"Some guys like big tits, some like older women, and me... well, I
guess I like 
little girls." I said, kinda stuttering as I talked. "You're not going
to say anything 
to anyone are you?" I asked. "I mean, if the guys at school found out
about this 
I'd never hear the end of it..."

Paul was silent for a moment. "Ya kinda caught me off guard with this
one... 
Shit, a 12 year old...." He paused again with this real puzzled look
on his face.

"Don't worry," he finally said, "I won't say anything, but just tell
me one thing." 
he said slowly.

"Sure" I said, "What is it?"

"Well, I'm just sitting here trying to understand what it is about a
girl that young 
that turns you on." He said. "I guess I'd rather jerk off to the
thought of some 
fucking some big titted redhead than to the thought of a naked 12 year
old." he 
continued.

"I dunno," I began. "A couple of years ago I was wandering around at
the 
dump and I found this magazine. It was filled with pictures of naked
little kids 
of all ages having sex. On the first page was a little girl about 5
years old 
sucking on some teenager's dick while a little boy about her age was
poking 
his finger in her pussy. The sight of a 5 year old having sex really
turned me 
off, still does. 

I almost threw the book away but I didn't, I continued flipping
through the 
pages hoping to find something of interest. I didn't have to look far,
on the next 
page was a young girl about 11 or 12 years old, her long brown hair
was 
braided into pigtails and her tiny breasts were just beginning to
form. 

She was laying on her back with her legs spread wide apart, and a guy
about 
my age or a little older had his cock buried about half way into her
smooth 
hairless pussy. The looks on their faces was one of pure pleasure. I
kept 
looking through the magazine, there were all kinds of pictures of 16,
17, 18 
and 19 year olds, but the ones that seemed to interest me most were
the ones 
of the 10, 11 and 12 year olds."

"I still have that magazine, but I've ripped out the pictures of the
real little kids.  
I like to jerk off while looking at the pictures and imagining that
it's my cock 
sliding in and out of their tight hairless pussies." I whispered
grinning ear to 
ear.
Paul looked at me kind of funny and paused, then he started laughing.
"Well at 
least I won't have to worry about you stealing any of my girlfriends!"
he said 
grinning.

We both laughed and grinned at each other and continued with our girl 
watching.

At 6 o'clock I told Paul that I had to leave to go help my uncle Bill
who lived in 
the next town.  Actually I was going to be baby-sitting the neighbor
kids, 11 
year old Shelly and her little brother Jimmy. Earlier that day, Shelly
had pulled 
down her shorts and panties to show me her belly button scar which
gave me 
a perfect view of her little hairless box. When her girlfriend pointed
out to her 
that I could see her pussy Shelly look at her annoyingly and whispered
to her 
that she knew what she was doing.  

It was the first time that a 11 year old had ever made my cock swell.
Even 
though Paul now knew that I was hot for young girls, and even though
Shelly 
would be 12 in just a couple of months, I wasn't quite sure how he
would react 
if/when he caught me staring at her small frame knowing that she was
still only 
11 years old.  Plus, I was really hoping for a repeat performance by
Shelly and 
knew that she would never do it if Paul was around.

I was about 5 minutes late in getting to Shelly's house and her mom
was 
rushing like mad to get out the door. As she rushed out to her car,
she rattled 
of the standard instructions: I'll be back about 9 o'clock, no junk
food for the 
kids, Jimmy in bed by 7:30 and Shelly could stay up later, emergency
numbers 
are by the phone, pop in the fridge.... and so on.

We sat and watched TV until Jimmy's bedtime. While I was putting him
to bed, 
Shelly went to change into her pajamas, which was apparently standard 
practice at their house.  I went back out and sat down on the floor in
front of 
the TV. Shelly came out a few minutes later wearing only a pair of
little pink 
panties that appeared to be just a bit too small. Her body had just a
hint of 
babyfat, she had no tits at all.  Because the panties she was wearing
were a 
bit on the tight side, I could see the outline of her little slit
perfectly through 
them. My cock was hard as a rock.

"I thought you were putting on some pajamas?" I asked her.

"I did!" she replied, "I always sleep in my underwear.  Whatsa matter,
don't you 
like them?"
"Oh sure, I like them just fine, but aren't they a bit tight???" I
asked.

"Well, just a little, I suppose I could take them off and get another
pair." she 
said.

I was quiet for a moment, the butterflies were dancing in my stomach
and I 
was getting sort of light headed at the excitement. Finally I got up
the nerve 
and said, "Well, you could just take them off and leave them off. I
kinda 
wanted to get a better look at your belly button scar anyway?"

Shelly just smiled as she slowly stepped out of her panties. My heart
was 
pounding wildly as I watched her drop them to the floor.  She was now
totally 
naked in front of me standing with her legs about a foot apart. I was
still sitting 
on the floor and her pussy was right at eye level.

"So what do you think." she said, "Do you I'd look better with a belly
button 
instead of this scar?"

My eyes were glued to her little hairless slot. "I'm not sure, why
don't you come 
over here so I can get a better look." I said.

She walked over next to me and stood their. I moved my head up and
down 
slowly pretending to look at her scar, but instead I was getting a
better look at 
her sweet little pre-teen pussy.

After about 15 or 20 seconds I got up some more courage. "I think
everything 
looks just fine, especially the part BELOW your scar."  I started to
reach out to 
touch her tiny cunt, but chickened out and pulled my hand back.

Shelly looked at me and smiled. "It's okay, you can touch me there if
you want 
to.  But if I don't like it you have to stop, okay?" she said shyly.

"I'd really like that Shelly, and I promise that I'll stop if you tell
me to. Are you 
sure it's okay?" I asked her cautiously.

"I think so, mommy told me that sex was all right as long as it was
something 
that I wanted to do." she said.

"Oh really, when did she tell you that?" I asked.


"Well," she began "mommy caught me watching her and a boy one night a
few 
weeks ago.  He didn't see me and she didn't say anything to him, so I
just 
stood there quietly and kept watching.  Later mommy sat me down and 
explained about sex to me. She said that that soon I would want to do
sex 
things too.  When I told her that I touched myself and that sometimes
I would 
think about naked men, she just smiled and said 'MEN huh, that ought
to be 
interesting...'.  I asked her what she meant, but she wouldn't tell
me, instead 
she said that I would know when the time came." she said, and then
reached 
out for my hand.

"Okay," I said, "If you're sure, but you gotta promise me that you
won't tell 
anyone not even your best friend."

"Okay." she said.

Slowly I reached up with my hand.  She was warm and very smooth to the

touch as I began moving my fingers up and down the length of her slit.

Shelly's breathing began to get very shallow. She closed her eyes and
began 
making soft squeaking sounds.  A drop of moisture appeared from
between 
the tiny lips of her little cunny and I leaned forward towards her
glistening folds 
to take a taste.  Shelly let out a deep moan as my hot tongue made
contact 
with the bare skin of her young hairless box.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"MMMMMHHHHH" she replied.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"OOOOhhhh Nooooooo....." she squeaked softly.

I continued licking.

"Have you ever touched a boy?" I asked.

"Nuuu uhhhhh" she replied.

"Would you like to touch me?" I asked.

Shelly didn't say anything, her eyes were still closed and she was
panting like 
a little puppy.  
She arched her back, moving her pussy towards my mouth and then began 
gently rocking her hips as my tongue again made contact with the
little 11 year 
old's hairless mound. I gave her a couple of long slow licks, allowing
my 
tongue to dip between her tiny outer lips in order to taste more of
her sweet 
pre-teen bald pussy.

"Tell you what." I said softly, between licks, "Lets go into your
room, and I'll 
take off all of my clothes too, that way you can touch me too if you
want to. 
Okay?"

"Okay." she panted.

I stood up, and took Shelly by the hand and led her down the hall to
her 
bedroom. I gave her a gentle kiss as she sat herself down on the edge
of her 
bed.  I removed my clothes and placed them in a neat pile near the
door so 
that I could grab them quickly if it became necessary.

I moved over to the bed and stood in front of her allowing her to look
as long 
as she wanted to. Then I reached out for her hand and placed it on my 
straining cock. She tried to wrap her fingers around it, but her hand
was too 
small to completely circle my shaft, it was an extremely erotic sight
that almost 
made me cum on the spot.  I looked away to regain my composure I
wanted 
this to last as long as possible, after all, not only was this was my
first time 
doing anything with a 11 year old girl, It was my first time doing
anything with 
ANY GIRL!

I looked at the cute little third grader sitting naked before me, she
was staring 
intently an my erect organ, playing with the pre-cum that was oozing
from it's 
tip. I reached down gathered a bit of it with my finger and then
placed it up to 
her sweet lips. She opened them slightly and sucked softly on my
finger.

"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm......." she murmured. As she swirled her tongue 
around the tip of my finger.

Shelly removed my finger from her mouth and placed it down between the
lips 
of her tiny cunt, rubbing it up and down getting it good and wet. Then
she put it 
up to my mouth and moved her hand back down to my cock.  As I licked
the 
youngster's juices from my finger, she lowered her head towards my
cock and 
gently kissed it's little mouth-like slit.  A single shiny elastic
strand of cum 
stretched from her young lips as she moved her head slowly away until
it could 
stretch no more.  
Almost as if in slow motion the strand snapped and I watched as it
made it's 
way to, and hung from her pouty pre-teen mouth, bouncing and
glistening in 
the light. 

I leaned down and kissed her, scooping up the strand of cum with my
tongue 
on the way. As we kissed, our tongues met and a passionate flame grew.

Shelly broke the kiss long enough to adjust herself on the bed so that
she was 
up on her knees.  She threw her arms around me and began kissing me 
frantically, smashing her lips to mine as hard as she could.  Every so
often a 
little squeal would escape from deep within her body and my dick would

harden a bit more.

I reached down and placed my hands onto her tiny ass and pulled her to
me 
pinning my cock between our writhing bodies and up against her wet,
warm 
pussy. Shelly rocked her hips causing her young slit to slide up and
down the 
length of my hardness.

I felt a hand begin to massage my ass and I started kissing Shelly
even harder 
while I slid one hand down past her butt and between her legs until my
fingers 
were touching her soft hairless cunt lips.

Shelly intensified her ass rubbing and I was really getting hot when I
heard the 
sound of a woman's voice coming from the hallway.

"Well, what do we have here?" the voice said.

I turned quickly to look, but all I could make out was the silhouette
of a woman 
standing in the doorway watching us.

"What are you doing to my daughter?" the voice asked as the woman
walked 
towards us.

Oh shit, it was Shelly's mom!  Oh god, what was I going to do now! I
just knew 
for sure that I was going to jail!  I tried to move away from Shelly,
but she still 
had hold of me and was still sliding her pussy back and forth across
my now 
flaccid dick.

I just stood there, unable to get away.  Shelly's mom was now standing
next to 
us. She reached down between our bodies and grabbed hold of my soft
organ 
and gave it a firm tug. I was waiting for the worst, I just knew I was
going to be 
castrated.
Shelly's mom looked down at my cock and sighed. "You'll never get it
in to her 
like that!" she said.

"Huh?!?!?!" I gasped.

"It's as soft as a marshmallow, How are you going to get it in if you
can't keep 
it up?  Boys!  Here, let me see if I can't do something about this!"
she said as 
she placed my cock back up against her daughters hairless mound and
began 
stroking me back to full erection!

"There, that's better!" she said with a smile, moving her hand away.
"You guys 
continue while I get out of these clothes."

I pulled Shelly closer and shoved my tongue back into her waiting
mouth.  
After a few minutes Shelly's mom returned, I couldn't believe my eyes.
She 
had removed her make-up and put her hair in pigtails. Her breasts were
but a 
handful and her pussy was completely shaved. Instead of looking like
Shelly's 
28 year old mother, she looked like her 13 year old sister. It was
amazing! I 
was hornier that ever now!

"Can I have some fun too?" she asked coyly.

I couldn't answer, all I could to was stare.

"What's the matter, don't I look young enough?  The Sophomores at your
High 
School all think I'm 12 or 13.  Of course sometimes I think they'd
fuck me even 
if they knew I was 28!" she chuckled. "They sure are a horny bunch!  I
usually 
get them to come over here, I tell them that I am the baby-sitter so
they won't 
think anything about being here with two kids.  By the way, you don't
need to 
call me Mrs. Dexter, that's a little silly now.  Call me Laura."

Laura could see that I was too busy with her daughter to answer so she
got up 
onto the bed. Shelly was still on her knees and Laura positioned
herself on her 
back so that her head was under Shelly's butt and between her legs.
From her 
vantage point she could see her young daughters hairless cunt sliding
back 
and forth against my blood engorged organ.

"Oh god.... What an erotic sight." Laura gasped. "Such a large cock
being 
massaged by such a young child's tender pussy! Oooooooo, I can hardly
wait 
to see it sliding in and out her tight little hole. In fact, I don't
think I CAN wait!"

Laura reached up between us and grabbed my cock.  She stroked it
firmly a 
couple of times and then placed the head up to the entrance of her 11
year old 
daughters tiny cunt. Carefully she worked it in small circles making
sure that 
the youngster was fully lubricated.

"Okay, push a little." she instructed me.

She didn't have to ask me twice, I pushed my hips forward and felt my
cock 
bend as it attempted to enter the little girls pussy. Laura, seeing
that we 
weren't making much headway, began rubbing my prick back and forth on 
Shelly's little clit.  With each stroke Shelly would tense up as
though an electric 
shock had run through her until finally her little body began bucking
and 
thrashing about, she kissed me hard and held on to me tightly. 

Deep moans and grunts escaped from her tiny body as her very first
orgasm 
reached it's peaked. I could feel the warm juices flowing from her
spasming 
pre-teen cunt and running down my cock, I could also feel Laura's
tongue 
licking them up as they did.  Shelly collapsed in my arms as her
orgasm 
subsided.  Laura placed my cock back at the entrance of her little
girls pussy 
and once more I pushed forward with my hips. Shelly was so relaxed
that this 
time the lips of her young cunt began to stretch, slowly engulfing the
head of 
my swollen prick.

"Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm" Laura gasped as she watched the head of my cock 
disappear into her daughters hairless young pussy. "AAAAArrrrrrggggg 
HHHmmmmfffff" She moaned as her own orgasm built itself to full
climax. 
"Ohhhhhhhh Jeeezzzzzzzuuuussss, I'm c-c-c-cumming" she screamed.

I continued to push my way into Shelly's hot pussy. It felt like my
prick was 
caught in a velvet vice. Soft, Warm and so incredibly TIGHT!  Shelly
had come 
back to life somewhat and had shifted herself so she could wrap her
legs 
around the small of my back.  

At some point during this process, the full weight of her 75 pound
frame was 
focused on my prick causing her to slide all the way down to it's
base. Laura 
was just coming down from her first climax, her head was still beneath
Shelly's 
small butt and when she opened her eyes and saw that her daughters
little 
cunt had swallowed the entire length of my cock she completely lost it
again, 
bucking and quaking into her second orgasm in less than two minutes.


I reached down and placed both of my hands on Shelly's little ass and
began 
sliding her slowly up and down on my 17 year old cock.  Shelly began
to tense 
up again and as she neared her second climax she leaned back, her arms
still 
around my neck and tossed her head from side to side groaning and
grunting 
loudly.

"Oh god yes.... OOooooooooooo.... AAAAAARRRrrrrggggggg.... OOoooooo, 
don't stop!" she screamed as she fucked herself up and down on my cock

without the help of my hands.

With her leaning back the way she was, I could look down between our
bodies 
and for the first time I could see what had gotten Laura so excited.
The sight 
of this pre-teen's hairless pussy being filled with my huge cock, the
delicate 
lips stretched so tightly that they were sucked inward with each of
her 
downward thrusts was just too much for me to handle. 

I gave a couple of hard thrusts of my own as my boiling sperm shot up
the 
length of my cock and flooded the walls of the young child's tender
pussy.  The 
heat and force of my cum tipped Shelly over the edge and into her
second full 
climax.  Her already tight pussy was spasming and contracting, milking
load 
after load of hot sticky jism from deep within my body. 

With each deposit of cum, I could feel the pressure in her pussy build
until 
finally the tight suction seal that held my cock in place gave way and
a large 
glob of goo trickled out and dripped down onto her mothers face
landing solidly 
on her left cheek.

Laura opened her eyes just in time to see another slimy glob begin to
ooze out 
of her daughter's cunt and was able to move her head so that she could
catch 
it in her mouth.  It wasn't a perfect catch and some of the hot gooey
mixture 
dribbled onto her chin.  Laura didn't care, she tilted her head
sideways and 
lifted it so that her ear was pressing firmly against her daughter's
ass. 

From this angle she could slide her head up and down with Shelly's
motions 
and keep her mouth firmly attached to source of the cum leakage. She
had her 
fingers buried deep within her own pussy frigging herself like a
mad-woman 
causing herself to have what must have been her forth or fifth orgasm.

I continued to pump stream after stream of hot white liquid deep into
the young 
third grader's tight hole while she continued with wave after wave of
her own 
massive orgasm. 
Shelly leaned forward again and fastened her lips to mine, shoving her
little 
tongue deep into my mouth.  We continued to kiss long and passionately
until 
our orgasms died down together.  My knees were beginning to give out
from 
exhaustion so I asked Laura to get up for a moment and I laid down
onto the 
bed with Shelly on top of me and my cock still firmly imbedded deep
into the 
little girl's soppy cunt.

Her mom moved up and lay next to us and cuddled in close. We fell
asleep 
like that and slept soundlessly all night.

When I woke up in the morning, Shelly had moved off of me and was
laying 
next to me with her head on my shoulder hanging tightly onto my arm.
Laura 
had apparently been up for awhile and from the smell of things, was
fixing 
bacon and eggs for breakfast.

I looked down at Shelly's innocent young body, God what a fuck!  Of
course 
still being a virgin myself until last night, I didn't have anything
except my hand 
to compare with, but I really couldn't imagine it getting much better!
I reached 
down with my free hand and began fondling her tiny ass, she cuddled in

closer.  About that time, Laura walked in and looked at my hand gently

massaging her daughter's butt.

"Okay mister horny," she said "rise and shine... er get up... well you
know what 
I mean, get out of bed and come have some breakfast!  There will be
plenty of 
time for that later.  We've got things to do today... there are a few
friends that I 
want you to meet... I just know you'll LOVE 'EM!"


LITTLE GIRLS
Part 2


Reluctantly, I gave Shelly one last little squeeze as we climbed out
of bed and  
got dressed for breakfast. The food was delicious, the eggs were
sunny-side 
up  and bacon was hot and crispy just the way I like it. 

After breakfast Shelly went in to take a shower, Jimmy had gotten up
early  
and went to spend the rest of the weekend with his dad. Laura began
telling 
me  a bit more about her fascination with dressing up like a little
girl to have  
sex. 

"I had been married to my ex-husband Tom for about 2 years." she
began. "In  
the beginning our sex life was pretty good but as time went on Tom
became  
disinterested, the frequency and quality of sex really died down. One
day,  after 
about a month without any sex at all, I was looking through Tom's
tools  for a 
hammer and I found his stash of dirty magazines and video tapes. Most
of the 
magazines were the standard Playboy/Penthouse type, but there were a
few 
that were quite different. 

One of them was called 'Birthday Fun', on the  cover were about a
dozen 
young girls ranging in ages from about 7 to 12, they  were all dressed
up for a 
party and were gathered around the birthday girl, a  cute little
blonde about 8 
years old, who appeared to be opening her last  present. The next page

showed her removing a pretty pair of frilly pink  panties from the
package she 
had opened. 

The other girls were pointing and  smiling with approval. There were
other 
presents that had already been opened,  a couple of dressed and a few
dolls 
that were laying on the table. The  remainder of the magazine showed
the little 
girls in various states of  undress, trying on the different articles
of clothing that 
the blonde had  received as presents. There was no actual sex, but
some of 
the youngsters were  totally nude." 

Laura paused for a moment to take a sip of orange juice, I could see
that the  
story was beginning to arouse her.

"The other magazine was called 'Kidsterbate' and showed pictures of
young  
girls masturbating by themselves and with each other. The magazine was

open  to a page that showed a little brunette about 10 or 11 years old
sliding a 
small  vibrator in and out of her delicate young pussy. 

The little girl had a look  of pure pleasure on her face, and from the
looks of 
the stains on the pages  of the magazine, I knew that Tom had had more
than 
his fair share of  pleasurable looks!" she said, chuckling a bit.
"There were 
also two video  tapes, neither one was labeled, but I could image what
was on 
them!"

"Things were beginning to make sense! I had always been very petite
and 
young  looking, I remember hearing one of Tom's friends ribbing him
about 
robbing the  cradle. I was a bit bothered by it so I began trying to
make myself 
look  older for Tom, but the more I did, the less he paid attention to
me. 

Seeing  the pictures of those naked young girls in the magazines
suddenly 
made me  realize why our sex life had gone downhill. While I was
trying to look 
older,  Tom was wanting me to look younger and judging from the cum
stains 
on the  pages of the magazine with the little 7 year old, we were
talking MUCH  
YOUNGER!!!" said Laura. 

Laura took another sip of juice and continued.

"I knew then what I needed to do, so I went down to the mall and
picked out a  
very cute little girl outfit similar to the ones on the cover of the
birthday  
magazine, complete with frilly pink panties and matching ankle socks.
I drove  
home as fast as I could and began preparing myself for Tom's arrival
home 
from  work. 

I wanted to look as young as possible, so I got out Tom's razor and
shaving 
cream and cleared my pussy of any trace of pubic hair. Then I fixed
my hair 
into braided pigtails and put on the clothes that I had purchased. I
looked at 
myself in the full length mirror that hung on the bathroom door. 

I could hardly believe my eyes, being as petite as I was I didn't have
hardly  
any breasts, and dressed like this they seemed to totally disappear!
If I  hadn't 
know better I would have sworn that I was looking at a 11 or 12 year
old  girl! I 
went out and sat on the couch waiting for Tom to get home." 

"Tom didn't recognize me and I didn't let on. As he stood there trying
to  decide 
what to say, his eyes roamed up and down my body. I could tell what
was  on 
his mind by the way the bulge in his crotch was beginning to form. I
shifted 
myself around so that my dress rode up a bit and gave him a glimpse of
my 
little pink panties and then I just stared, very noticeably, at the
bulge  growing 
between his legs. He still didn't recognize me so I figured I'd see
how far I 
could take this.

"Hi, I'm Jenny", I said.

"I'm Tom.", He replied. "Where did my wife run off to?"

"Well, she was helping me with my school project and we ran out of
butcher 
paper so she ran across town to get some more. She just left, you just
missed 
her." I said knowing full well that it was a half hour trip across
town and 
another half hour back. 

Tom knew it too, cause he got a funny grin on his face and the bulge
in his 
pants grew a bit. He sat down the swivel rocker that was across the
room and 
turned it to face me.

"So you're working on a school project huh?" he said, "What school do
you go 
to?"

"Hawthorn Elementary, it's just down the road. I'm in the fifth
grade." I said 
proudly as I shifted my body again to make sure he still had a good
view of my 
panties.

Tom could see my panties all right, in fact he could hardly keep his
eyes off of 
them. His face was turning slightly red and he had started to
perspire. He was 
really getting turned on! I pretended to suddenly realize that he was
staring at 
my crotch and quickly moved to cover myself.

"Oops I'm sorry, my mom told me I should be careful how I sit when I'm

wearing a dress. She says that nobody wants to look at my panties. You
won't 
tell her will you? She'll get real mad at me." I said with a little
bit of desperation 
in my voice.

"Don't worry, I don't even know your mom. Besides, I thought your
panties 
looked quite nice. Pink weren't they, and kind of silky, very pretty.
I wouldn't 
mind seeing them again.... Uhhh, why don't you move over here so I can
get a 
closer look?" he  said quietly.

Tom had taken the bait, this was kind of fun. I got up and went over
and stood 
in front of him.

"These are my favorite panties." I said as I lifted the front of my
dress.

Tom was so excited he almost choked. He reached out slowly and  placed
his 
hand on my ass and pretended to be feeling the silky panty material.

"Oh yes, very nice panties... nice and soft. I can see why they would
be your 
favorites." he said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

He moved his hand around to the front and began softly rubbing just
above my 
clit, slowly going lower with each circular motion.


"You don't mind if I touch you here do you?" he asked as his fingers
touched 
my pussy through the thin fabric.

"Ohhhhhh, I don't know if you should Mr. Dexter after all, you're a
grown up 
and I'm only 11 years old you know." I said faintly.

"Oh yes, I know.... and a very pretty 11 year old at that. I don't
mind that your 
11 if you don't mind that I'm a grown up. In fact, what I'd really
like to do is to 
take your pretty panties off and touch you." he said as he slipped his
fingers 
into the waistband.

I stood there quietly as he gently pulled my panties down and let them
fall to 
the floor. His eyes got real wide as he got his first peek an my
hairless cunny. I 
was getting really turned on myself. Here was my own husband seducing
me, 
only he didn't know it was me, he thought I was some 11 year old
neighbor girl!

He picked me up and carried me over to the couch where he laid me down

and went to work with his tongue on my hairless crotch. It was the
first bit of 
foreplay I'd had in a long time and my first orgasm hit almost
immediately. Tom 
seemed very pleased that he had made this young "11 year old" girl cum
so 
quickly.

"Take off the rest of your clothes." he said huskily.

I was a little apprehensive, I was really enjoying this and I was
afraid if he saw 
me completely naked that he would recognize me and it would be all
over.

"Come on, Please take off your dress." he asked again, almost begging.

I lifted the dress over my head and removed the training bra I was
wearing. He 
was so drunk with lust and passion that he still didn't know who I
was. He 
moved up and began sucking softly on my small tits, his hands were
busy 
rubbing my wet pussy. I was trying to hold back some of the passion I
was 
feeling, after all, I was supposed to only be 11 years old. It was
difficult, but I 
managed.... that is until my second orgasm struck!

"Ohhhhhhh Mr. Dexterrrrrr, Oh god, put it in me.... Oh please put your
thing in 
me...." I said, trying to hold on to a little bit of little girl
image.

"Oh yes my sweet child, yes....." He said as he guided his big prick
up to the 
moist lips of my hairless cunt.
I felt the head press against my opening and pushed back with all of
the 
strength I could find. His cock slid in and I clamped down as tight as
I could 
with my cunt muscles.

"Ohhhhhhhh, you sweet kid.... your little pussy is so tight and warm.
Ohhhhhhh 
god, I can't hold on..... I'm... I'm cumming..... 
AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH, HHHUUMMMMMPPPPHHHHH." he 
groaned.

His cock exploded, I could feel it swell as he pumped load after load
of sperm 
into my cunt. I erupted into my third orgasm as the first hot jets
struck the back 
walls of pussy. Tom passed out and rolled off onto the floor. I laid
there for 
several minutes trying to catch my own breath, then I got up quickly
and 
changed clothes. At first I was going to tell him what had happened,
but 
decided not to. The sex was so hot, I didn't want to run the risk of
not being 
able to do it again!

Ever since then, I've been dressing as young as I possibly can, I had
one guy  
at the mall convinced that I was only 11 once! You just wouldn't
believe how  
many guys really go for the young, innocent look.... Well maybe you
would!"  
she laughed. 

"Yah, I guess I would." I laughed. "God, that would have been really
great to  
see you dressed up like a 11 year old, do you think you could do it
for me  
sometime?" I asked. 

"I already did! Who do you think the guy at the mall was? Do you
remember 
the  little girl that was eating the cookie??? That was me! I was
trying to find 
out if you liked young girls, you see... 

I saw Shelly pulling down her pants in front of you earlier that day
and I 
couldn't tell what you were thinking. Shelly had told me about a week
earlier 
that she had been masturbating and thinking about older men. I figured
out 
that she was talking about you by some of the other things she said. 

I was really glad that she was becoming interested in sex, I've wanted
to watch 
her get fucked for a long time, but I didn't want to get her involved
before she 
was ready. Anyway, I knew you would be at the mall that night so I
thought I'd 
put you to the test! When I saw the way you were looking at me, I knew
that if I 
left you and Shelly alone together I'd come back and find you naked! 

I wasn't sure at first how I would like seeing a 17 year old fucking
my sweet 11 
year old baby, but watching your cock slide into her tight young pussy
was 
really hot, so hot  in fact that I've invited some of my young
girlfriends over so I 
can watch  them get fucked too. How does that sound to you???" 


LITTLE GIRLS
Part 3

My cock stiffened. "Sounds wonderful to me, when will they be here?" I
asked.

"They live across town so it will take them about a half an hour." she
replied  
"Come on, let's go get ready." 

"Get ready? What do you mean, get ready?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Laura whispered. "The girls aren't
expecting any  boys 
here so we're going to have to dress you appropriately." 

"Appropriately???" I said. "You mean as in like a girl?!?!"

"Uh huh, and you'll make a young one at that!" she said grinning.
"You've got  
a small build, babyface complexion and lack of anything even
resembling tits!  
We should easily be able to pass you off as a simply darling little
12-year-  
old!" 

"Hey.... I don't know.... What if word got out? I'd never be able to
show my  
face anywhere. My friends would think I was weird or something." I
said  
slowly. 

"Well, what do you suppose they're going to think if they find out
that you'd  
rather to fuck some little 11-year-old instead of a hot number your
own age?" 
she quipped. 

"I guess you've got a point there... but I still, don't know... " I
said.

"Awww come on, it'll be great." said Laura. "I've hand picked these
girls just  
for you. They're REAL young, not a one of 'em is over 12! I know
you'll like  
them. Oh, and I almost forgot, remember those video's I told you I
found? 
Well, I still have 'em and I was planning on 'finding' them today
while the  kids 
were here! 
Believe me, I know these girls! It won't take long before  they're all
hot and 
bothered horny.  They'll be beggin' for a cock and that's  when will
spring our 
little surprise on 'em. Shit, you'll be in kiddie fuck  heaven, but if
you don't want 
to....." 

My cock was straining in my jeans. Christ, she could have told me to
dress up  
like a dead fish at this point and I'd do it. I followed Laura into
her  bedroom 
where she had laid out two sets of girls apparel. 

There was a solid black outfit complete with mini-skirt, black shortie
halter  top, 
sheer black panties, black shoes and socks. The other outfit consisted
of a 
simple white training bra, a light blue button down blouse, a blue and
white 
flowered  sundress, a pair of silky blue panties, frilly socks, a pair
of little girl  
shoes and a blonde wig fixed up in ponytails. 

"The slut outfit is mine." said Laura. "You get to be the shy innocent
little  girl, 
so can get away with not having to undress too soon."

Laura grabbed her outfit and headed into her bathroom. I got undressed
and  
stood for a moment staring at the little girl outfit. Part of me
really  didn't want 
to put it on, but my cock was standing at full attention.  Something
deep inside 
me was urging me to continue. 

I reached down and picked up the little blue panties with my trembling
hands.  
The material felt very soft and smooth as I rubbed them between my
fingers. I  
lifted them up to my face and brushed them gently across my cheek and
up to  
my nose. I took a deep breath and inhaled the fragrance of these new,
never  
been worn panties.

The sensation brought on by the smell was like nothing I had
experienced  
before. I sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped one foot
and  then 
the other through the elastic leg bands. I hesitated for a moment,
still  a bit 
unsure about what I was doing. 

Standing up, I tugged gently at the  waistband and pulled the soft
panties up 
into place. They actually fit quite well, Laura had done an excellent
job at 
guessing my  size. The panties felt very different from the loose
hanging boy's 
underwear  that I usually wore. The fabric was very cool and silky and
the 
elastic leg  bands pressed lightly against my butt, almost like the
touched of a 
feather.  They conformed perfectly to the contours of my cheeks as if
their sole 
job was  to hold them into place on my ass. 
I stood for several minutes rubbing my hands around on my butt
enjoying the  
new sensation. My cock was as hard as ever. I pulled the front of the
panties  
up as far as I could trying to cover my entire cock. Unfortunately,
the  little 
panties were not designed with a cock in mind. There was still about
an inch 
and a half still sticking out of the lacy waist band. 

I was getting very aroused and my desire to put on the rest of the
little girl  
outfit increase about 10 fold. I picked up the white bra and slipped
my arms  
through the straps. I had never tried to put on a bra before and was
having  
some trouble with the fastener. I was about to give up when I heard a
small  
voice from behind me. 

"Here, Let me help you with that..."

I turned my head and saw Shelly standing there quietly watching me.  I
felt  
rather embarrassed about her seeing me in a bra and panties. Shelly
just  
smiled as she reached up and fastened the hooks on the back of the
little bra. 

"OOoooooo, I've always wanted a big sister, especially one with a
cock!" she  
said with a smile as she reached down and stroked my cock through the
silky  
material of the lacy blue panties. 

"Oh, I wish we had more time...." said the 11-year-old as she pulled
her hand  
away to picked up the blouse from the bed and hand it to me. Next came
the 
sundress, the little ankle socks and shoes and finally the blonde wig.


Shelly and I stared at the our reflections in the full length mirror
that hung  on 
the closet door. Laura was right, I looked like an innocent little 12
year  old girl. 

"Amazing!!!" I heard Laura say. "You're own mother wouldn't know you.
So,  
what do you think.... about wearing the outfit I mean?"

"I don't know." I said. "It feels sort of good. I'm not sure I want to
dress  like this 
all the time, but once in a while would be okay." 

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that." said Laura. "One of my
favorite things  
is playing dress-up..." 

She was about to elaborate when the door bell rang.

"Oh, they're here!" said Laura excitedly. "Come on, let's go greet our
guests." 
Laura grabbed my hand and led me into the living room where we opened
the 
door  together to greet our guests. As the screen door swung open, a
soft 
breeze of  air blew up the skirt I was wearing. The silky material
felt very cool 
and  extremely stimulating, my cock strained even more. It was good
that the 
dress  was loose fitting, otherwise my cover would have been blown. 

Five young girls entered the house giggling and laughing, Laura was
right they  
were all extremely cute and VERY young. The first four girls were
probably 11  
or 12 years old, but the fifth little girl couldn't have been more
than 10. 

Laura introduced Shelly and me as the little girls that lived here.
She also  told 
them that our parents would be away until late tonight. I couldn't
believe how 
well Laura carried off the illusion of being only 13. None of the
little girls even 
suspected that she was actually an adult. 

Next Laura introduced each of the girls. Susie was the oldest of the
bunch at  
12. Mandy, Cindy and Samantha were all 11, and finally Amy who was
only 10.  
Amy was Mandy's little sister. They were all wearing very short shorts
and  
tank tops. Susie had already started growing tits. They weren't very
big,  but 
there was a definite start. Amy, being the youngest, was also the
smallest. 
She had long slim little legs and curly brown hair that framed her
pixie-like 
face. 

Laura motioned for the chairs and told everyone to grab a seat and
then 
headed  off for the kitchen. Shelly and I sat there quietly and
listened to the 
other  girls talk about shopping and boys until Laura returned with
soda and 
cookies  for everyone.

Laura wasted no time in turning the conversation to sex. She began by
asking  
Susie if the boys ever made fun of her 'bumpy chest' and the
conversation 
took  off from there. Soon they were talking about french kissing and
making 
out. 

Interest really picked up when Mandy mentioned that she had let a boy
in her  
class touch her between the legs. The girls got very quiet and
listened to  
every word. Mandy described how the boy rubbed his hand back and forth
and  
made her feel funny. Then she told everyone how she went home that
night 
and  played with herself for the first time. When Mandy finished, each
of the  
girls loosened up and began talking about their own masturbation
experiences. 


When it became little Amy's turn, she lowered her head quietly. She
looked  
very upset. It was quite obvious that she didn't have a story to tell.
"I've never 
touched myself...." She said softly.

"That's all right Amy, everybody has to have a first time." Laura
said.  Thinking 
quickly she added, "Why don't you touch yourself now and tell us what
it's 
like!" 

Amy got a big smile on her face and looked over at her older sister
for  
approval. Mandy paid no attention, she had her eyes closed and was
trying to  
'secretly' rub her own crotch through the material of her shorts. Amy
took  this 
to be an OK and quickly peeled off her shorts and little cotton
panties.  She sat 
down on the floor Indian style and began slowly touching the area
around her 
tiny hairless pussy. 

"Tell us how it feels Amy!" said one of the girls.

Amy moaned. "Ooohhhhh, it tingles!" she finally said as she arched her
back 
and began sliding her hand up and down the length of her tiny slit. 

I looked around the room, all the girls had their eyes focused on
little  Amy's 
show. Laura looked over at Shelly and gave her a nod.

"I know where my daddy keeps his sex movies, want to watch one?"
Shelly 
asked  right on cue. 

The girl's ears perked up. "Yea, go get us one" said Samantha who
until this  
point had just been sitting there quietly.

Shelly went into the bedroom and got the tape that Laura had set out
and  
placed it into the VCR. The girls all watched as the tape started. It
showed  a 
scene with a boy and girl about 12-years-old lying on her bedroom
floor. The  
boy was sliding a massive dildo in and out of her tight hairless cunt
while  she 
sucked on his cock. 

"Oooooooo, look at that!" said Cindy, "That's gotta hurt don't you
think?"

"No..... Actually, it feels quite good." said Laura coyly as she
pulled a shiny  
silver dildo out of her purse. "Anyone want to give it a try?" 


The girls all eyed the long cylinder that Laura held in her hand but
nobody  said 
anything. Laura looked down at the 10-year-old who was still busy
rubbing  her 
tiny slit. 
The youngster now had her legs stretched straight out in front  of
her. The soft 
lips of her hairless pussy were all puffy and glistening  with her
little girl juices. 

Laura knelt down beside Amy and placed the shiny cylinder between her 
skinny  legs. She flicked a small switch on the dildo's base as she
touched it to 
the  hairless folds of the 10-year-old's immature cunt. The dildo
hummed softly 
as  Laura rubbed it gently back and forth on the young child's swollen
clit. Amy  
removed her own hand and placed it behind her for extra support as her
tiny  
body began to shake. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh, Oooooooohhhhhhh...... What's Happeninggggg..... 
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm"  she moaned as she arched her back and pressed 
her little pussy willingly up  against the shiny dildo. 

The orgasm ripped through Amy's young body like an earthquake. She was

thrashing about wildly, moaning and grunting. Her Slim boyish hips
pumped  
frantically up at the dildo as her cum juices began flowing from her
tiny  
hairless slit. 

After several minutes of orgasm upon orgasm little Amy collapsed. She
was  
completely exhausted and laid their lewdly with her legs spread wide
trying  to 
catch her breath. Her swollen pussy lips were still quivering as small
droplets 
of her cum juice ran down the crack of her ass. Her eyes slowly
closed as she 
drifted into unconsciousness.


LITTLE GIRLS
Part 4 

Except Shelly and me, all the girls were now completely naked. My eyes

wandered from girl to girl. The sight of their beautiful young bodies
made me 
want to suck and fuck each of their tight pre-teen pussies, including
Amy's.  
Even though she was only 10, the show that she had just put on would
have 
been enough to make a monk break his vow of silence. Well.... Maybe
not, but 
it was still pretty damn hot.

"Joan, you look board." said Laura looking over at me. "Why don't you
come 
over here and lick Susie's pretty little cunt? Would you like that
Susie?"
"I guess so, I've never had anyone do that before." she replied.

Susie looked wonderful. She was only 12 but her breasts were at least
two 
years ahead of her. Not that they were big, because they weren't, but
for a 12-
year-old they were pretty reasonable.

I move quickly over to her before she could change her mind. She was
laying 
on the floor with her knees up and her legs spread wide. I got down on
my 
stomach with my head between her slim legs and began slowly licking
around 
the smooth edges of her hairless pussy. 

I tried teasing her a bit, licking all around but never quite touching
her little 
button. It didn't last long. She was moving her hips so much that it
was hard to 
avoid her clit. I pursed my lips and planted a kiss solidly on her
swollen nub, 
sucking gently as I pulled away. Her whole body quivered briefly.

Susie reached down and grabbed my head forcing it back down onto her 
young hairless box. My mouth completely covered the youngsters small
pussy. 
I licked and sucked for all I was worth, darting my tongue all around
the 12- 
year-old's smooth wet hole. The taste of her sweet pussy was driving
me 
insane. I pulled my mouth off and began licking up the length of her
slit starting 
at her asshole and working up to her protruding clit. Susie went wild,
rocking 
her hips in perfect tempo with my licks.

My swollen cock was aching and in some definite need of attention. I
began 
rotating my hips on the floor, stimulating my cock even more. Laura
must have 
noticed my frustration because I heard her tell Shelly to climb under
my skirt 
and suck on my 'pussy'. I felt a pair of small hands push gently on my
butt as I 
slid up onto my knees. 

Shelly got onto her back and scooted her head under my skirt and
between my 
legs. With one hand, she reached up and massaged my ass through the
silky 
panty material. The other hand wrapped itself around my throbbing
prick and 
pulled it carefully into her tiny mouth. She moaned softly as she
licked the 
large pool of pre-cum from the head of my cock and mixed it with her
saliva.

Susie was still grinding her young crotch against my attacking tongue.
She 
was panting loudly and thrusting her cunt forcefully at my face. Every
muscle in 
her body began to tighten and I could tell she was on the verge of
cumming.  I 
slid my hands under her tiny butt as I clamped my mouth tightly onto
her 
hairless young pussy. 
Susie arched her back groaning loudly as the first orgasm of her young
life 
swept through her tiny frame. Her hands were still grasping my head
and she 
pulled it down even harder onto quivering cunt. Her cunt muscles
pulsated and 
pumped her sweet cum juice into my mouth. I sucked it down eagerly,
trying 
my best not to waste a drop.

As Susie relaxed, she let loose of my head and let her arms drop. Her
fingers 
were still tangled in my wig, and as her hands lowered, so did the
wig. I heard 
her giggle as she tossed the wig onto the floor. The other girls moved
quickly, 
lifting the dress and grabbing at my cock and rubbing their hands
across my 
little girl pantied ass.

"Wow, look at the size of her clit." I heard one girl say as they all
giggled.

I looked over at Laura. She was standing there looking at me, grinning
slyly.

Shit! It was a setup. Laura had clued in these girls long before they
had 
arrived. My embarrassment subsided rapidly as the group of giggling
little girls 
continued playfully and grasping at my cock. Laura may have tricked me
into 
dressing like a girl, but she was sure right about one thing... This
was definitely 
going to be kiddie fuck heaven and was I ever ready to fuck!

I was still on my knees between Susie's spread legs. Her lovely
pre-teen pussy 
was just begging to have my cock stuffed into it. I lifted the dress I
was wearing 
over my head and removed the training bra. I thought briefly about
removing 
the silky panties, but they felt so nice I decided to leave them on a
while 
longer.

Susie's eyes were closed and she was not aware that I was aiming my 
throbbing prick straight for her virgin hole. Her pussy was still
slicked up from 
her recent orgasm so I wasn't too surprised when the head of my cock
pushed 
its way somewhat easily past the hairless lips and into the young
fourth 
graders tiny cunt.

Susie, on the other hand, was extremely surprised. She opened her eyes
real 
wide as my prick stretched its way into her and bumped up against her
hymen.  
She began to struggle, trying frantically to get away as she realized
what was 
happening to her, but I wasn't about to stop. I clamped my mouth down
over 
hers, and with one quick thrust I drove my cock deep into her belly.
She let out 
a sharp scream as my cock ripped through her maidenhead and plowed
deep 
into her tight 12-year-old cunt.
The scream startled the other girls and woke up Amy who had been
sleeping 
since her encounter with Laura and the dildo. They all stopped what
they were 
doing and stared frightfully at my cock, which by this time was
sticking three-
quarters of the way into their little friend's cunt.

I stayed very still hoping that Susie's sobs of pain would soon change
into 
moans of pleasure. I leaned down to give her a little kiss hoping to
calm her 
down. As her our lips touched she let out a soft squeak and crushed
her lips 
hard onto mine. Her breathing quickened and I realized that her
movements 
beneath had changed. She was no longer trying to escape but instead
was 
grinding her hips up at me trying to get more of my cock inside her.

I broke off the kiss and held her firmly as I rolled onto my back
allowing her to 
be on top and control things. Almost immediately, she began pumping
her 
boyish hips up and down wildly. The other girls' eyes widened as they
watched 
my prick slowly disappear between the hairless folds their young
schoolmates 
overly stretched pussy. Each time the she slid down, the immature lips
of her 
childish pussy folded back inside, almost as if they were gripping my
cock and 
pulling it inside.

I reached back and grabbed onto her ass. It was so small that a single
hand 
easily covered both cheeks. My other hand found it's way to the
entrance of 
her rectum and I tickled it lightly for a moment before shoving a
finger swiftly 
up into her tight little asshole.

She arched her back and let out a low moan as my finger sank deep into
her 
bowels. She continued humping frantically as I fucked her asshole with
my 
finger.

Susie began to shudder and shake as a second orgasm swept through her 
body.  The walls of her tight pussy contracted violently as my orgasm
hit and 
the first wave of cum rocketed up the length of my shaft and shot
powerfully 
into the depths of the young child's womb. I continued to ram my cock
hard 
into the pretty pre-teen, filling her small swollen cunt with stream
after stream 
of hot sticky sperm.

The youngsters pussy gripped my cock even tighter as her orgasm
continued 
to rip through her small body. The other children took this as a cue
to joined in 
as I continued to fuck their young friend. I was so far gone that I
didn't know 
who was doing what. I just knew that one of the girls was kissing
Susie, 
another was kissing me and one of them was gently squeezing my balls.
As my orgasm subsided I drove my cock deep into her one final time and

paused to savor the tightness and warmth that enveloped my twitching
prick.  
After a short while I felt Susie stir. I raised my head and watched as
the 12-
year-old lifted herself and head of my cock plopped out of her pussy.
Her 
swollen cunt gaped open and a sticky white mixture of cum dripped
steadily 
from between her hairless pussy lips.

I lowered my head and closed my eyes. My cock was still semi-erect and
I 
could hear a couple of the girls whispering as they grabbed a hold of
it to play. 
They stroked it gently, trying to keep it somewhat hard. One of the
girls 
wrapped her wet lips around the head of my shaft as at least three
hands held 
onto it's base. She sucked gently as her tongue flicked back and forth
across 
the tiny opening at the end of my prick. God it felt great! This kid,
whoever she 
was, was a natural born cock sucker.

"Oh god yes, suck it!" I moaned softly.

Her mouth was all over me sucking and slurping noisily. She would suck
the 
head for a bit, then remove my cock from her mouth and lick up and
down the 
entire length of it. As she became more excited, I became more
excited. She 
began moaning loudly and bobbing her head up and down over the head of
my 
now fully erect cock. Christ this girl was good! I just emptied my
load into 
Susie's hot little pussy not more than 2 or 3 minutes ago, and this
girl was 
about to make me cum again!


LITTLE GIRLS 
Part 5


As the familiar tinglings of orgasm began, I decided it was time find
out who it 
was that was mouth fucking me so well. I had a sneaking suspicion that
it was 
Laura, after all she had the most experience and this was one damn
good 
cock sucker. My muscles began to tighten as I grew nearer to orgasm. I

opened my eyes and sure enough, there was Laura holding onto my cock
with 
one hand, but it wasn't her doing the sucking, it was Amy!

The little second grader was on her hands and knees between my legs.
Her 
eyes were half closed and her mouth was opened as wide as she could
get it. 
Her little head was lowering slowly (with the help of Laura's other
hand) as the 
head of my cock disappeared into her tiny mouth. 
She sucked gently and lifted her head carefully back off keeping her
lips tight 
as the purple bulb at the end of my shaft reappeared. Her eyes were
fixed on 
mine and when her lips cleared my cock completely, she smiled at me
and let 
out a cute little girl giggle.

This was incredible. Only a short time ago, I tore pages from a
magazine I'd 
found that had girls of this age on them because of total lack of
interest and 
disgust. Now I was mentally kicking my self for doing so. The sight of
this 
young 10-year-old stretching her small mouth over my cock, her lips
glistening 
with pre-cum, was definitely making my cock stiffen even more. I guess
the 
phrase "don't knock it 'till you've tried it" is really true because
now instead of 
being thoroughly disgusted, I was totally turned on!

Everybody was so pre-occupied with watching Amy suck on my cock that 
nobody heard the back door. Laura's ex-husband Tom had stopped by with

Jimmy to get Jimmy's Kite for a day in the park. Tom entered the house
first 
while Jimmy lagged behind to throw a couple of rocks at a frantic
squirrel. As 
he started towards Jimmy's room, Tom heard the girls giggling in the
front 
room and peeked his head around the corner to see what was going on. 

Tom's eyes sparkled as he gazed into the room of naked pre-teen girls.
He 
had known for a while that Laura was into young boys. In fact he had
surprised 
her once while she was getting laid by a 17-year-old schoolboy. His
mind 
wandered back...

It happened two weeks after Laura had played her little girl game with
him. 
Tom had known all along that it was Laura, but he wasn't about to let
on at the 
time. Until this point, Tom had only fantasized about sex with young
girls. He 
had acquired several magazines and video tapes and masturbated almost 
daily to them. The sight had really turned him on and he figured this
was 
probably as close as he was going to come to the real thing. Later
that 
evening, he told Laura that he knew and they both had a good laugh not
to 
mention another round of fantasy "kiddie sex".

Anyway, Tom had come home from work early and when he walked into the 
house, there was Laura. She was wearing her little girl outfit and
looked to be 
about 12 or 13 years old. Between her legs, pounding away at her
perfectly 
shaved pussy was a local highschool boy about 17 or 18 years old.

Tom wasn't quite sure how to act. Even though he knew that the
"youngster" 
was really his wife, the sight gave him a tremendous hard-on. 
It was kind of like watching one of his kiddie sex porno's live! When
Laura 
looked up and saw him, she started to panic. She too, didn't know how
Tom 
would react. Tom just grinned at her and then spoke.

"Hey what are you doing to my daughter, don't you know she's only
TWELVE!" 
he said in a loud firm voice.

Laura sighed a sigh of relief and jumped into the game.

"Oh daddy help me, he won't get off of me!" Laura chided back.

The startled kid jumped up as fast as he could, his dick had gone
completely 
limp. He was grabbing for his clothes, trying to cover himself and 
running/hopping towards the open window. Tom and Laura both laughed as

the boy fell out the window and into the soft dirt of the flowerbed.

When the boy was long out of sight, Tom looked at his "wife daughter"
and 
proclaimed that it was her turn now. They fucked wildly for several
hours.

It was only a few months later that Tom and Laura separated. It wasn't
that 
they didn't get along, cause they did just fine. They just wanted
different things. 
Laura continued seducing younger boys and Tom joined a special club
that 
catered to men who wanted to have sex with young girls. After a while,
they 
hardly spent any time together. 

Tom became even less interested in having sex with Laura since he had
his 
pick of real youngsters to choose from. After a while they decided
things would 
be easier if they went their separate ways.

His mind faded back into reality. As he looked around the room at the
young 
naked children, he spied a familiar face. It was his daughter Shelly.
She was 
sitting on the couch with her petite legs spread wide. In her tiny
hand was a 
shiny silver dildo which the 11-year-old was carefully aiming towards
the 
entrance of her delicate pussy. Tom's dick strained against his pants
as he 
watched his pre-teen daughter push the large silver cylinder slowly
towards it's 
target. Her swollen lips gently parted around the dildo's pointed tip
as it made 
contact with the youngster's tender hairless flesh.

Shelly worked the dildo up and down the length of her tiny slit,
gasping each 
time it touch her swollen clit. Tom rubbed his crotch as he watched.
The scene 
before him reminded of this magazine he use to have called
kidsterbate.  
There was one page in particular that he masturbated to almost daily.
It was of 
a little 10-year-old girl on a canopy bed surrounded by dolls and
stuffed 
animals. She wore a frilly pink dress which was pushed up around her
waist, 
matching pink ankle socks and shiny black shoes. Her cotton panties
had 
been removed and were laying on the bed beside her. She had propped 
herself up on a pillow, spread her skinny legs and was staring at a
large dildo 
that was sticking 3/4 of the way into her stretched little pussy.

Tom hadn't noticed Amy yet but that was about to change. Amy was still

sucking on my throbbing cock. I let out a long, loud gasp as the sperm
surged 
up the length of my shaft. Stream after stream of milky cum shot from
the 
small opening at the end of my prick and all over the face and hair of
this 
darling 10-year-old girl. 

She Immediately opened her mouth and tried to place it back over my
spurting 
cock. It wasn't until the last few spurts that I had stopped thrashing
enough for 
her to succeed. She sucked forcefully making sure she got and
swallowed 
every bit of what was left. The noise was enough to distract Tom and
cause 
him to turn his attention towards our part of the room. 

"HOLY SHIT!" he said loudly as he got a look at the little second
grader's 
spermy face. She was smiling a smile that was larger than any he had
ever 
seen, still licking the gooey mess from my semi-soft cock. 



LITTLE GIRLS 
Part 6


As Tom glanced around the room to see if anyone had heard him, he
noticed 
another familiar face. It was Laura, she was resting her cheek on
Amy's small 
ass, stroking her hairless slit with one hand and motioning for him
with the 
other.

Tom's cock strained even more. He had fantasized about making it with
a 10- 
year-old for quite awhile. There were only a few to choose from at the
'club', 
and a sophisticated point system was used to determine who got them.
Tom 
was building points fairly quickly because he usually took Jimmy along
for the 
ladies that earned him extras. He still had a long way to go before he
had 
enough to get on the list. 
That reminded him, Jimmy was still outside. This was just too good for
him to 
miss out on. He winked at Laura and went out to get Jimmy.

When Tom and Jimmy returned, Laura just smiled. This was better than
she 
had expected. She knew that Tom would stop by for Jimmy's kite, but
she 
figured that Jimmy want to wait at the park by the public pool. He and
his dad 
liked to watch the young girls in their skimpy swim suits.

Tom and Jimmy had their clothes off in no time flat. By this time all
the girls 
knew they were there but at this point, nobody cared. Little Amy was
still on 
her elbows and knees with her legs spread wide. Laura was running her
finger 
back and forth across her tiny slit teasing Tom. 

Tom wasted no time. This was his chance to fulfill his hottest fantasy
and he 
wasn't about to pass it up. He got onto the floor on his back and slid
his head 
between Amy's legs. Next he grabbed her ass and pulled the child's
hairless 
cunt down onto his face. He began licking and sucking madly,
completely lost 
in lust.

In the mean time, Samantha and Mandy had nabbed Jimmy and hauled him 
off to the bedroom. Myself, I was spent for the moment and just barely

managed to move to a corner of the room where I could rest in peace
and 
watch the show.

From my vantage point, I could see all the girls except Samantha and
Mandy. I 
wasn't sure what they were doing, but I assumed were fixing Jimmy up
like 
Laura did me. Shelly was on the couch pumping this massive dildo
slowly in 
and out of her dripping cunny. The damn thing must have been a good 6 
inches long and 2 or three inches across. She was trying her best to
take it all.  
Her cuntlips stretched tightly around the thick tool, following it
inside as she 
pushed and twisted it deep into her young hairless pussy.

Laura had moved around and was sucking Tom's cock while Tom ate out
the 
young second grader. I could tell Laura was teasing him, bringing him
almost 
to climax then stopping. She knew she should make him cum before he
tried 
to fuck Amy. She was afraid that the intense excitement of the moment
would 
cause him to loose it before he even got his cock near her little
hole. 

On the other hand, why spoil his fun, let him shoot all over her and
then in her! 
As excited as he was, he'd probably wouldn't even go soft between.

Amy had come up off her elbows and was now on her hands and knees with

Tom feeding hungrily between her legs. Her contorted face was still
covered 
with my sperm as she grunted and groaned continuously. Her hips were 
rocking and I could see that she was forcefully shoving her hairless
mound 
hard onto Tom's sucking mouth. Her juices were flowing freely and
Tom's face 
and neck were wet from the run-off he couldn't swallow.

Cindy was lying on her stomach with her legs spread wide watching the
porno 
on the TV. On the screen was a 11 or 12-year-old girl leaning over the
back of 
a couch. A man who was about 40 or 45 was busy fucking her in the ass
while 
she sucked the cock of another man about the same age.

Susie, who was also watching the movie, was trying to simulate the
screen 
action on Cindy's ass. Since she didn't have a cock or a spare dildo,
she was 
using the only large tool she had, her fist. Talk about a sight! They
had 
apparently been going at it long enough that Susie was able to fit the
most of 
her fingers inside Cindy. At the same time she was trying to shove her
other 
hand into her own puffy slit.

Both girls were rocking their hips slowly, keeping with the tempo set
by the 
youngster on the screen. I wanted so bad to go over and pull Susie's
fingers 
out of Cindy's ass and replace them with my cock. The thought of
filling her 
tight brown hole full of spunk was very exciting. As stimulating as it
was, I was 
just not able to get my cock stirring yet.

My gaze shifted back over to Tom and Amy. Laura had moved away and was

standing in the hall with a video camera taping her Ex and the
10-year-old.  
Tom had flipped Amy onto her back and propped several pillows from 
bedroom under her to raise her honeypot more within reach of his
throbbing 
tool. At the moment he was just staring at her, marveling at the sweet
treasure 
in front of him and contemplating what he was about to do.

Tom moved forward between Amy's skinny legs. He took his cock in hand
and 
laid it down on top of her pussy, its underside resting on her
hairless slit. Amy 
began rocking her hips instantly upon contact. The soft fleshy lips of
her cunt 
split apart under the weight of Tom's cock. The heat from her baby
cunt was 
intense. Tom's groin ached as she continued to rub her slippery mound 
against his throbbing prick.

Amy reached down with her hands and pressed Tom's cock hard onto her 
pussy as she increased her rocking motion. 
The little 10-year-old clearly wanted Tom's cock inside her as badly
as he 
wanted to put it there. Her rocking increased even more as the
underside of 
Tom's organ tickled her sensitive little clit causing her pussy to
ache even 
more. Each of her upward thrusts now sent head of Tom's cock plowing
down 
between her puffy hairless pussy lips.

Tom was trying hard to maintain control but from the look on his face
I could 
tell he was about to lose the battle. Tom knew it too. He grabbed his
cock and 
tried frantically to place it against the entrance of Amy's baby cunt.


Unfortunately Amy was starting to cum herself and wasn't able to hold
her 
body still. Tom grimaced as several streams of sticky white sperm shot
from 
the tip of his cock. Most of it landed just above her slit and on her
belly, but 
somehow he managed to get a few good spurts directly between her
swollen 
pussylips.

Amy had never felt anything like this before. The sensation of the hot
fluid 
between her legs made every muscle in her small body tighten. She
arched 
her back, pushing her virgin pussy forcefully at Tom's spurting cock.
Somehow 
Tom had managed to position his cock at the entrance of her young
hole. 

The force of Amy's thrust, combined with the lubrication of Tom's
sperm, 
allowed the head of his cock to disappear into her tiny cunt. Amy
gasped as 
her small pussy stretched to accommodate his invading organ. She
spread her 
skinny legs wider as Tom tried carefully to work his cock further into
her 
narrow passage.

Little by little Tom's cock continued to squeeze its way into the
squirming 10-
year-old. Tom reached down with one hand and smeared some cum from 
Amy's mound onto his dry shaft. The entire head of his cock was now
hidden 
inside Amy's tight cunt and butting up against her maidenhead.

Tom paused. He knew what he needed to do to get past the thin
membrane, 
but wasn't quite sure if he was the one that should do it. It wasn't
his intention 
to hurt the girl. He knew if he continued, it would hurt her more than
if 
someone her own age did it. He thought about Jimmy again. Maybe he
should 
let Jimmy bust her cherry first.

He started to pull out but Amy had other ideas. She thrust herself up
at him 
hard, driving his cock another quarter inch or so into her. She winced
as her 
virginal barrier gave way, almost making her cry. 
Amy stopped moving for a moment or two until the initial pain
subsided. Her 
cunt still ached, but it was an ache of desire. Every muscle in her
hungry 
young pussy was throbbing, every nerve tingling. Her chest rose and
fell 
heavily. She was panting and out of breath. All she could hear was the
sound 
of her heart pounding in her chest. 


LITTLE GIRLS 
Part 7

Laura moved in closer with the video camera and focused on Amy.  Her
cute 
cherub face was moist with sweat and cum.  A low raspy sound escaped
from 
her tiny mouth with each breath.  With the touch of a button, Laura
zoomed the 
camera out bringing Amy's full body into view.

Amy's chest showed absolutely no sign of tit.  Her skin was smooth and

slightly tan.  Her nipples were fair in color and very erect due to
the stimulation 
she was receiving.  She only weighed about 70 or 80 pounds and her
figure 
showed little sign of hips.  Her pussy was completely hairless and at
the 
moment was stretched tightly around Tom's Cock.  

The contrast between her tiny love pot and Tom's large adult cock made
Laura 
quiver.  It was all she could do to resisted the urge to drop the
camera and 
bury her fingers into her own throbbing cunt.  She knew if she could
just hold 
out a while longer, she would have one heluva a tape to enjoy for
years!

Laura focused the camera in tightly on the second grader's cock filled
pussy.  
Her skinny legs were spread as far as they would go and the child's
hairless 
cuntlips were stretched tightly around Tom's two inch thick cock.
Even 
through the black and white view finder Laura could make out a tiny
trickle of 
blood that had escaped from Amy's freshly deflowered body.

Tom now had a little over half of his 6 inch prick squeezed into the
little 10-
year-old's tight pussy.  He knew he'd never fit it all inside her, but
he continued 
to try anyway.  Just an inch or so more he thought as he began a slow
rocking 
motion in an effort to distribute some of the lubrication.  He tried
this for 
several minutes but didn't seem to be getting any further.  The
pressure that 
Amy's little pussy was putting on his cock was really getting to him.
He knew 
he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.  With one last try of
desperation, 
he pulled his cock out until just the head was inside her, then with
one quick 
gentle thrust, sent his throbbing prick deep into her childish womb.
Amy let out a loud grunt as she felt Tom's cock stretch into her
tender pussy 
and bump up against her baby cervix.  Her whole body tightened as the 
tingling in her tiny cunt intensified and spread throughout her entire
body.  Her 
thoughts were now focused entirely on her throbbing pussy.  

She knew from the feeling inside her cunt that Tom had completely
filled her 
small cavity.  She lifted her head and peered down between her spread
legs to 
take a look.  She was amazed to find that there was still a full inch
of cock that 
Tom could not fit inside her!

Tom was in heaven!  One of his hottest fantasies had turned to
reality.  His 
cock was inserted as far as it would go into the tiny pussy of this
adorable, 
willing 10-year-old girl.  The hot spongy walls of her immature cunt
gripped 
tightly around his thick rod as the muscles fought to return to their
original 
closed position.  The pressure against his shaft made him groan.  His
balls 
ached and his cock felt as if it had doubled in size.

Amy tilted her head back as Tom began carefully fucking the small
child.  He 
started out with short slow movements to her pussy a chance to produce
some 
more lubrication.  After half a dozen strokes or so, the dry tight
grip began to 
loosen a bit and his swollen cock started to slide easier in and out
of her tight 
love channel.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move in the hallway.  I
looked up 
to see the face of a cute 9 or 10 year old girl.  I knew I hadn't seen
her before, 
but somehow she looked vaguely familiar.  Her hair was short and
curled 
under at the ends.  She had a full complement of make-up, lipstick,
eye-
shadow and rouge.  She looked like a miniature prostitute.  She was
wearing a 
light blue crotchless teddy loaded with frills and lace.

As I focused my eyes at her crotch, trying to get a glimpses of what I
expected 
to be a hairless little pussy, I noticed something sticking out from
between the 
crotchless split of the lacy material.  Shit!  It was a little cock!

I looked back up at her face and realized that it wasn't a her, it was
JIMMY!  
Christ, what an adorable little girl he made!  I remembered how it
felt when I 
donned girls clothing and I envied him.

Shelly recognized Jimmy immediately.  I was pretty sure by now that
this was 
not the first time he had been dressed like this.  Hell, with a mother
like his, I 
was POSITIVE this was not the first time.
Shelly took him by the hand and led him over to Amy.  Jimmy just
stared as he 
watched Tom's big cock slide in and out of her small body.  Shelly
positioned 
Jimmy over Amy's chest, facing her face and lowered him so that his
cock was 
touching her open mouth.  Shelly ran her hands all over Jimmy,
massaging the 
silky material against his skin causing Jimmy to squeal and squirm.
Shortly, 
Amy realized there was a little cock pointed at her mouth and began
eagerly 
sucking on it.

As Tom neared his orgasm, he increased the length and force of his
strokes.  
The pressure in his balls had built to a point where he couldn't hold
out any 
longer.  He thrust his cock deep into Amy as the first powerful jet of
cum raced 
up the length of his pulsating cock and emptied into her young pussy.
Almost 
at the same time, Jimmy's body appeared to tighten up as his little
cock 
exploded, spewing what little cum he had into her mouth.  

She sucked greedily, trying to swallow what she could, but most of it
ended up 
running down her cheeks and onto the pillows she was propped upon.

Amy's whole body started to shake uncontrollably as she felt the hot
sperm 
pour into her mouth and soak into her cunt walls.  The muscles of her
small 
pussy began to spasm, instinctively milking more of Tom's sticky fluid
from his 
thick meaty invader.  The warmth imparted into the child's cunt
quickly spread, 
encompassing her whole body.  

As the peak of her orgasm caught hold, her small body became
supercharged 
with strong electrical like pulses starting at her pussy and rippling
down her 
quivering limps to her toes and fingertips.  Every muscle in her body
tightened 
more and more including the muscles in her pussy, causing Tom to groan

loudly and thrust into her even harder.

Amy was bouncing around so much that Tom grabbed her slim hips and
tried 
to hold the squirming second grader still while he continued to fuck
her.  Her 
pussy was too small to hold much sperm and with each new stream, the 
previous deposit virtually squirted out, thickly coating her smooth
pussylips.  
Tom continued filling her and soon both his cock and Amy's hairless
mound 
were both coated liberally with the excess cum.

Amy reached down with one hand and began smearing the cummy mixture 
over her body, concentrating on the sensitive nipples of her flat
chest.  With 
the other hand, she reached down and tried to stroke the section of
cock that 
Tom was unable to fit inside her small 10-year-old hole.
That was enough for me!  I moved over by Amy, grabbing my now erect
cock 
and forcefully masturbating it while I reached down with my other hand
and 
tweaked on her tiny cummy nipples.  Very quickly, my cock erupted and 
spewed what sperm I had left onto her flat chest and stomach. 

Jimmy was the first to climb off.  He laid down on the floor and
several of the 
little girls moved in on him to lick the remaining sperm from his
cock.  I was on 
my knees, so I just sat back a bit.  I was totally out of breath and
my cock 
actually hurt from all the action.  Tom let loose with a few more
sharp thrusts 
and then collapsed forward onto his hands.  As Tom's cock began to
shrink 
the force of Amy's tight pussy muscles forced it out with a slight
slurping 
sound.  A large glob of sperm followed shortly afterward with most of
it 
remaining at her hairless opening while a small amount trickled slowly
down 
the crack of her ass.

Tom climbed off and fell back against the couch.  His eyes were closed
and he 
looked like he had fallen asleep.

I took a good look at Amy.  God what a sight!  Such a lovely little
10-year-old, 
silently laying there on a stack of pillows with sperm leaking from
both her 
mouth and her little pussy at the same time.

I was extremely glad that Laura was still shooting the video.  This
would be 
one to jerkoff to over and over again.  Now however, it was Laura's
turn.  I took 
the camera from her and pointed to Amy's crotch.  Her little pussy
looked well 
used and was still gaping open somewhat.  A small amount of jism was
still 
oozing out and dripping onto the pillows beneath her.

I started up the video camera as Laura lowered her mouth onto the
youngsters 
delicate pussy and buried her fingers deep into her own juicy cunt,
bringing 
herself to several orgasms before she was finished. She glanced up and

weakly smiled into the camera as she slicked her tongue up between the

spermy pussy lips, gathering the last bit of cum and smearing it
around her lips 
and into her mouth.  Amy was dead to the world and didn't even move
when 
Laura's tongue grazed past her tiny clit.

When Laura had gotten all the sperm she could get, she sat back next
to her 
ex-husband and snuggled against him closing her eyes and also falling
asleep. 
As for me, I set the camera down and found a couple of sleeping
youngsters to 
snuggle with and fell asleep too.  After all, if I was going to be
able to keep this 
up, I was going to need all the strength I could get! 

DAISY, DAISY



Daisy. 

My sister. 

Hung. By ropes. In the middle of the room. 

I couldn't believe it. 

Daisy. 

It looked as though she was folded in half, the way she was hanging.
With her 
wrists bound together, arms stretched straight up. And with her legs
pulled up 
in front of her body, each leg bent up sharply, almost vertical,
angling only 
slightly to the side, each ankle roped, held, the roped wrists and
ankles holding 
her suspended, dangling. Arms and legs taut as they could get.
Straining. With 
her rump the lowest part of her. And her legs all bare, because her
skirt had 
slid down to her crotch, and I could catch glimpses of her panties. 

"Oh, no," Daisy said as I came in. "Oh, no, oh god no. Not that. Not
him. Oh 
god, Jim, I'll kill you, I swear I will." 

Jim only grinned. "Yeah?" Jim said. "How you gonna do that, Daisy?
Hmm?" 
And Jim gave her hanging body a little push, not too hard, but enough
to make 
her swing a little bit. And to make her cry out in pain, in a way that
I had never 
heard before; a way that made my blood pound and my head swim. 

Daisy in pain was an exciting phenomenon to me. As was Daisy bound.
And 
Daisy's taut, naked legs, which I saw--not for the first time by any
means, but 
for the first time with the thought, the forbidden thought, of
possibility--were as 
curvy, as smooth, as sensuous, as lovely, as sculptured of calf and
shapely of 
thigh, as any that my imagination could wish. 

Daisy was gasping as her body gradually came to rest, and there was
pain in 
her face, but anger also, as I looked at Daisy's face, framed so
enticingly by 
those straining legs. Her face was on a leve with mine. Crotch on a
level with 
mine too. 

"Jim, don't do this," Daisy said, but less defiantly now. "God, you
can't. Not 
him. For god's sake--" 

"But, Daisy," Jim said. "You deserve it. Don't you? Hmm?" 

"I'm sorry," Daisy said. "Damn it, I'm sorry, all right? Jim--god, it
hurts, I'm 
hurting--" 

"Good," Jim said. 

"Jim," Daisy said. "You know I--I'll do what you--" 

"I know," Jim said. "That's why your little brother's here." 

"Jim," Daisy said. "Please. Okay? Please. I'm begging. If you
want--with 
somebody else, or--but--but this little bastard is my brother!" 

"That's the good part," Jim said. 

"Oh Jesus god," Daisy said. "No. Damn you. Please. No." 

"How about it, kid?" Jim said. "You like your sister this way?" 

"I do," I said, and Daisy said, "Oh, you dirty little crud." 

"I want--" I said. "I want to touch her. Can I?" 

"No!" Daisy said. 

"Yes," Jim said. 

"No!" Daisy said. "Jim, no. Come on. No. Get him out of here, Jim." 

"Do it," Jim said. 

I moved closer, till I was standing in front of Daisy's body. 

"If you lay a hand on me," Daisy said, "I'll kill you, you filthy--" 

"Shut up," Jim said. "Do what you want, kid." 

I was almost choking. i brought my hand up, up to the top of Daisy's
taut leg--
that is, the ankle--and I slowly laid my hand on that portion of skin
just below 
the rope that held it. First just my fingers. Then my palm. Just
touching that 
skin. That flesh. 

Daisy made a funny sound. 

And then I slowly moved my hand downward. Slowly. Sliding. Downward. 
Slowly. Over Daisy's skin. Sliding. Across Daisy's flesh. As Daisy
made angry, 
unhappy, gasping sounds. Down. Along that leg. Over the curving calf.
Along 
the side of that smooth and shapely calf. My hand feeling it. Knowing
it. Down. 

"Stop," Daisy said. "Stop him, for god's sake." 

I loved the hatred, the shame, the humiliation in her voice. 

Down. Slowly. To her knee. Down. Loving Daisy's pain and
powerlessness. 
Onto her thigh. Soft. Smooth. Luscious. Voluptuous. Yielding flesh. My
hand 
slid. Down. Around. Along. Daisy's straining, stretching leg. 

Daisy was crying. Softly. 

I touched her panties. I couldn't breathe. 

I put my hand up again. On the other leg. And slid it down. Again
slowly. 
Luscious, curving, smooth flesh. Down. Down. Loving it. Listening to
Daisy 
sob. All the way down. 

At last I stopped. I looked at Daisy, her pretty but pain- filled
face, through her 
framing limbs. I was smiling. 

Daisy spat at me. 

"Why you dumb bitch," Jim said. He moved behind Daisy and got hold of
her 
long brown hair and pulled on it. Pulled hard. Until Daisy's head was
pulled 
back and down, her mouth twisting, gasping. Jim held her that way.
"What's 
wrong with you?" Jim said. Daisy groaned sharply in pain, straining
her head 
backwards, but Jim just tugged harder at her hair. "Tell your brother
you're 
sorry. Go on, Daisy. Apologize." 

"I'm sorry!" Daisy gasped, loudly. "I'm sorry, stop, god, I'm sorry,
please..." 
Jim let go of her hair. "Now," Jim said. "What else would you like to
do to her?" 

My blood was pounding. 

"Please," Daisy said, "Jim, stop. Stop now, please. I'll be so good to
you, 
please." 

"How about it, kid," Jim said. "You want to do it to your sister?" 

It was too much and I couldn't say it, it was so bad, though I was
thinking, yes, 
god yes, I want to do it to my sister. But I was silent. 

"You dig Daisy, right?" Jim said. "She's a great looking girl. You
want to see 
her naked?" 

"I can't stand it," Daisy said. "You have to let me go, Jim, god, you
have to 
take me down now, I'm hurting so much and I can't stand this and if
you don't 
get him out of here I--I--Jim-- don't do it--" 

"Yes," I said. "I do." 

"What?" Jim said. 

"Want to see Daisy naked." 

"Daisy," Jim said. "Your brother wants to look at your tits. Tell him
to open your 
blouse." 

"Jesus," Daisy said. "You dirty bastard." 

"Tell him, Daisy," Jim said. 

"No," Daisy said, but her voice trembled. But still she said, "No. Go
to hell." 

"Go on, Daisy," Jim said. "Say it. Say, go on, little brother,
unbutton my blouse 
and look at my tits. Go on." 

"No," Daisy said. "You filth. You can hurt me all you want. I won't." 

Jim took off his belt. 

Daisy bit her lip. 

Jim said, "Tell him to unbutton your blouse." 

Daisy didn't say anything. 

Jim swung the belt backwards and then swiftly and suddenly brought it
forward 
and hit Daisy viciously across the back. 

Daisy screamed. 

Jim said, "Tell him to unbutton your blouse." 

Daisy was sobbing. "Don't!" she said. 

Jim waited. 

Diasy said nothing. 

Jim raised the strap. 

"No!" Diasy said. 

Jim said, "Tell him to unbutton your blouse." 

Daisy said, "Please!" 

Jim whipped the belt across Daisy's back again, still harder, with a
loud harsh 
crack. 

Daisy screamed. 

"Tell him," Jim said. 

Daisy could hardly speak. She choked it out. "Open --- unbutton my
blouse," 
Daisy said, crying. 

I did. 

My hands shook. Starting with the top button, I undid all the buttons.
Slowly. 
Drawing it out. Daisy didn't look at me. 
With all the buttons open at last, I hesitated. I saw Daisy was not
wearing a 
bra. 

"Go on," Jim said. 

Daisy was sobbing. 

I put my hands on both sides of that undone blouse and I drew them
apart. As 
far as I could. Apart. And pushed them back, draping them on either
side of 
Daisy's breasts. Daisy's now bare, naked, exposed breasts. Daisy's
fabulous, 
high, full, quivering, gorgeously rounded, pink-nippled breasts. 

"Daisy," Jim said. "Tell him to touch them." 

"Jim," Daisy said, whimpering, pleading. "Jim, for pity's sake--" 

Jim raised his strap. 

Daisy said, "Touch them." 

And I did so. 

For a long time. 

Jim had a knife, and with it he cut Daisy's blouse from her body.
Naked to the 
waist, Daisy moaned. Wriggling with pain and with shame, but wriggling
only 
made her hurt still more. I watched her breasts jiggling and rolling
and I 
watched her long magnificent tightly straining legs and I saw the
perspiration 
on that body and listened to those sounds. I was hard. 

Hard as a rock. 

For my sister. 

Who said, "Jim," for Jim was now cutting her skirt from her, "Jim, no,
Jim 
anything you want, Jim for god's sweet sake if you do this I'll die, I
beg you, oh 
god I can't, I'll do what you say, I'm sorry, Jim, I'm so sorry, I'll
be so good, I'll 
make you so happy, and if you want me to do anything with anybody I
will, 
please not this, please not him, anything else, hurt me if you want,
anything, I'll 
crawl on my knees to you, Jim, I beg you--" 

Christ it was exciting. 

"Daisy," Jim said, "your brother is going to do anything he wants to
you. From 
now on." Jim gave me the knife. "Cut her panties off," Jim said. 

Daisy said, "Wait!" Taking long deep breaths, trying for calm so she
could talk. 
"Wait. Wait. Look. I--Jason, you can't-- you don't want to do that.
Jason--I--I'm 
your sister. Your sister. You know this isn't right. You know that.
It's--it's all 
wrong, Jason, it's--it would be--incest. You can't want to do that. If
I--If I've 
treated you badly I--I'm sorry, Jason, I am. I apologize, all right? I
won't any 
more, never, I promise, I swear it. Okay? You don't want to--to hurt
your sister. 
Please. Jason. Oh please. Please." 

I was smiling. 

Daisy gave such a moan of despair and horror that my hair stood up. My
cock 
was already standing up. 

I cut Daisy's panties off. Slowly. 

And I touched Daisy's crotch. First with my hand, my fingers. Daisy
was 
sobbing. Then with Jim's knife, playfully. Daisy was gasping in fear,
trying to 
shrink back. Jim took the knife away. 

"You got a better tool than that, kid," Jim said. "Use it." 

And I pulled down my zipper and then took out my cock. It was so hard.
I was 
so close to Daisy. Just the right height. All I had to do was to step
forward and 
put it into her. 

Daisy was babbling, begging and pleading. I stepped up to her. 

"No," Daisy said. "No no no no no for god's sake no don't don't no no
oh no no 
no don't Jesus," sweating and squirming and Jim said, "Do it," and
Daisy said, 
"No you can't you bastard no please no," and I did it. 

I did it. 

I took my sister. 

I put my cock right into her. Right inside her. Put it in. 
"Bastard!" Daisy said, choking. 

I put it in further. Daisy was twisting in those painful ropes, trying
to push me 
out. I pushed in, in. In. Farther in. All the way in. Into my sister.
Daisy. All the 
way. I put my hands on her legs and held onto them tightly, pulling
her to me, 
pushing into her. My fingers clutching that flesh, digging into its
softness, 
holding her so tightly, pushing into her all the way. Daisy was tight.
And 
wriggly. I was panting and I almost lost it right there. But I didn't.
I had to do it 
to her. 

"Bastard," Daisy said, whimpering, gasping. "You filthy turd, I hate
you, oh you 
filth, I'll kill you, oh Jesus you slimy son of a bitch bastard..." 

Jim said, "Daisy." 

Daisy said, "What?" 

Jim said, "Kiss him." 

Daisy said, "No." 

Jim said, "Kiss him, Daisy. Real good. A nice sexy kiss. Okay?" 

Daisy said, "Go to hell." 

I wanted to kiss her, kiss that full mouth, that gasping mouth. I
moved my face 
to hers between those uptilted fabulous legs. Daisy turned away. 

Jim hit her with his belt. 

Daisy yelled. 

Jim said, "Kiss him." 

Daisy said, "Jim please please." 

Jim hit her again. 

Daisy howled. 

Her head turned slowly toward me. 
"Nicely," Jim said. "Kiss him lovingly, Daisy. With your tongue. Give
it all to 
him. Open that mouth, give him your tongue and your lips and do it
right." 

And he hit her again. 

I kissed her. Hard. On her luscious lips. And her crying mouth opened
and she 
kissed me back, sobbing, kissed my lips, moving her mouth on mine,
sobbing, 
and I put my tongue right into her mouth and I moved it in her mouth
and I 
found every corner of her warm moist sexy mouth and she let me,
sobbing, 
and then I took my tongue away so Daisy could put her sweet wet curvy 
tongue into my mouth and finally she did that, sobbing, and she moved
it all 
around my mouth, sobbing, and again I almost shot into her and then I
took my 
mouth from hers and stood straight and began to do it to her. 

Doing it to my sister Daisy. 

Holding on to her long curving soft legs and moving back and forth
inside her, 
back and forth, in and out. Slowly. Then faster. Faster. Then slow. In
and out 
and Daisy was choking and crying and cursing and sobbing and begging
and 
hurting and I loved doing this to her, my helpless, tied up, hanging
sister, who 
was in agony, all kinds of agony, hurting and sweating and dangling
and 
humiliated. Degraded and debased and being had by her little brother.
I 
wanted to do it to Daisy always. Always and always. 

Jim said, "Doing good, kid, but hey, you don't have to work so hard.
Let's 
make Daisy do the work. Let's make this interesting." And he raised
that strap 
and whipped Daisy hard across the back. 

Daisy screamed. And jerked. Forward. 

And Jim hit her again, the strap whistling, the crack of belt against
flesh loud 
and vicious. Daisy howled and jerked and squirmed. It was fantastic.
Fantastic. 
I hardly had to move at all. 

Daisy tried to say something, but she couldn't. Jim hit her. Again.
Again and 
again. Whack! the strap went. On Daisy's bare back. Whap! Fantastic it
was. I 
held on to Daisy's writhing legs and let her writhe and twist and
wriggle around  
on my cock and Jesus Jim went on whipping her. 

Whap! Crack! Splat! Rhythmically. Hard. Merciless. Splat! Crack! 

Daisy was screaming so loudly now. Whap! Jumping and jerking and
bucking. 
Whap! Crack! I couldn't stand it much longer. Daisy's hair was
swinging wildly 
from her tossing, rolling head. Taut helpless shapely legs. Whap!
Splat! 
Crack! 

Daisy shrieking her lungs out, howling, suffering so beautifully that
I couldn't 
wait any more, couldn't hold out, I had to come, and I burst open into
Daisy, 
shooting, spurting, giving it all to her, into her, into my sister,
holding on to her 
legs, calves, thighs, thighs, Daisy's thighs, and I was through. 

"Now me," Jim said. "And you whip her." 

So I did. Whipping Daisy. Making me hard again. 

So afterwards Jim cut the rope that bound her wrists and let her hang
by her 
ankles and pulled her higher up until Daisy's mouth was at my crotch
and told 
Daisy to suck me. And Daisy did that. Her upside-down mouth took my
cock 
and sucked it and licked it until it shot into her mouth and Jim told
her to 
swallow it and she did. 

Jim told Daisy she was my slave now, and she would crawl on all fours
and do 
all my bidding and would do anything I said and would suck my cock and
lick 
out my ass and ask me to whip her and piss on her and hurt her and say
she 
loved me. 

And Daisy did it all. 

All of it. 

Daisy is sucking me right now...


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