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. 1 From zitterow@pacbell.net Thu Feb 20 16:26:38 1997 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...... 109 From zitterow@pacbell.net Thu Feb 20 16:26:54 1997 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. 12 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. 125 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... 83