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STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
(PART NINE-B)
by Parker
WARNING: This story contains any number of things which
could cause offence: blackmail, humilation, semi-consensual
intercourse, D&S and all that sort of good stuff. If you are
offended by this kind of thing, STOP READING. This is not
for you. Consider yourself warned.
- This is (once again) the ninth part of a ten-part story.
For those of you who have been patient enough to get through
the previous eight parts, go ahead. If you haven't yet done
so, I suggest you read them before reading this.
Copyright 1993 (whatever that means). Feel free to
spread as many copies about as you wish, but I would
appreciate it if you would spread these copies in their
original form along with the original attribution. I
want all of the blame/credit; after all, I did all the
work. That's all.
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Stacy recognized the house.
She had been there once before; the night of the "party" she
had attended. The party with the guys from BCN. She blushed
furiously as she remembered what she could of the events of that
night; the sight of the house brought them flooding back over her
in a wave of shame. Stacy looked at Ashley sitting beside her in
the back seat of Sharon's car. Ashley glared back at her. Ever
since what had happened last January - when Stacy had done her
part to render Ashley vulnerable to the blackmail - Ashley had
refused to have anything to do with Stacy. Stacy didn't blame
her. She just wanted the girl to drink the alcohol; to prepare
herself.
She didn't know yet. She didn't know what was going to
happen inside the house. Perhaps that was why she was so
reluctant to drink when Sharon had handed them the thermos. This
time, it contained some sort of wine cooler. Stacy had sucked
hungrily at the alcohol. She had a pretty good idea of what would
be expected of them that night, and knew that she would need all
the help she could get from Gary's drugs. Ashley, not really
understanding what was going on, took a couple of sips when Stacy
handed it over, but had to be ordered by Sharon before she would
drink any more. Karen was also in the car - in the front seat
beside Sharon - but she was strangely quiet. She just sat there
in silence, staring straight ahead out the front window.
"OK," Sharon ordered brightly, "let's go."
She opened her door and slid out of the car. Stacy and
Ashley followed suit, but Karen remained where she was. Sharon
bent down and looked at her.
"You sure you don't want to come in?" she asked. "It'll be
fun." Karen shook her head and looked away.
Sharon just shrugged her shoulders and closed the door.
Gesturing at the two other girls to follow her, she began walking
up towards the house.
The large living room had clearly been specially arranged
for the party. Most of the furniture had been moved out, leaving
only a big, yellow couch in the centre of the space. Instead of
the tables, chairs and other bits of furniture that had been
there a few months ago, the boys had laid out a bunch of bare
mattresses. The BCN Barracudas had just finished up a winning
season, and the guys were ready to party. They were crowded
around the big couch - all fourteen of them - beers in hand,
waiting for the big entrance. Sharon smirked at them as she stood
by the door. Perfect. Time to get the show on the road.
"Gentlemen," she cried out theatrically over the catcalls
and hooting, "I give you your entertainment for the evening. May
I present..." She swung open the door. "Cumslut, who some of you
know from before..."
Stacy - Cumslut - entered the room. She was wearing a short
black miniskirt and bright pink tank top. A pair of black
stockings ran from just below the hem of the skirt down to her
feet, which had been forced into bright red, four inch pumps. She
was having some trouble walking in them, but Sharon had insisted.
In fact, Sharon had fastened shut the ankle strap with a small
lock; Stacy would be wearing the pumps until Sharon chose to
unlock them. Her hair was combed out, flowing down over her bare
shoulders in a blonde wave, and her face was made up in the same
overdone, sluttish manner it had been done the first time she had
been here. She tried to force a smile and look sexy as she
entered the room, following Sharon's instructions, but it wasn't
easy. Thankfully, the drug was starting to have its customary
affect on her, and she began to feel the familiar, welcome tingle
in her crotch.
"...and Melons."
Ashley - Melons - followed close behind, wearing even less
than Stacy. All she had on was a red garter belt, which held up a
set of black, fishnet stockings. Her outfit was completed by a
pair of pink lace panties and a black, pushup bra. Her breasts,
always her most prominent feature, jutted out magnificently, the
nipples clearly visible over the top of the bra. Like Stacy, she
also wore a pair of four inch pumps, locked onto her feet by the
ankle strap. Ashley also tried to smile and look sexy, but was
unable to manage anything other than a frightened grimace. She
was feeling nothing from the alcohol they had been given to
drink. There was no comfortable disassociation or warm tingling
in her pussy.
Just fear.
With a cheer of approval, the members of the BCN Barracudas
surged forward to begin their party.
It had been a good season for Terry Brooks. A freshman at
BCN, he had quickly found both a place on the first string of the
Barracudas and acceptance at the almost all-white school. Terry,
a tall wiry black boy from Oregon, had been expecting things to
be difficult at BCN, but that hadn't proved to be the case.
Everything had come together nicely. First, a place on the team;
then a winning season with him as the star receiver; and now
this: prime white teenage pussy. The kind of thing he could only
dream of at home. God, he loved California! Utilizing the speed
which had made him a star on the football field, he was the first
to reach Cumslut, the short blonde one. He liked them blonde;
young, blonde and horny.
Like this one.
He threw his arm around her and crushed his lips to hers.
She responded almost immediately, her tongue welcoming his into
the wet confines of her mouth. While they kissed, he slipped his
other hand down, under the miniskirt and up into her crotch. She
wasn't wearing any panties. He slid his finger into her pussy; it
was already wet. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed.
What a slut!
Unable to hold himself back, Terry pushed her down backwards
onto a mattress and climbed aboard. She fell back, legs spread
invitingly. He fumbled at his zipper until his cock hung free. It
was hard and ready for action. Cumslut gasped as he fell onto her
and jammed it into all the way into her cunt with one powerful
surge of his hips.
Almost immediately, she began to pump against him, trying to
suck it in even further.
Stacy felt the orgasm hit just as the black guy came. The
feel of his warm sperm boiling out into her pussy sent her over
the edge into a rising wave of pleasure that overwhelmed all
other considerations. All thoughts of shame, humiliation or pain
were washed away in the screaming, writhing, crushing surge of
ecstasy which slammed through her beautiful body. Gasping and
writhing, Stacy screamed her pleasure until she crested the top
and began to settle back down.
The black guy, a strange look on his face, pulled out of her
and pushed himself to his feet.
"Fucking hell," he called over his shoulder as he backed
away, "she's a hot bitch."
In the back of her mind, Stacy realized she should be
feeling something at this, but couldn't remember what it was. All
she knew right now was that she needed some more cock. Now! The
guys were more than obliging. Almost immediately, she was dragged
onto her hands and knees, and a cock stuck into her sopping
pussy. She ground her tight ass back to meet the impaling thrusts
of the guy fucking her.
Another cock appeared in front of her face. Instinctively,
she grabbed at it and began sucking...
Sharon laughed as she watched Stacy writhe on the floor
under the black guy. She was observing the event through the
viewfinder of her father's camcorder. The guys at BCN had been a
little hesitant at her filming their party, but when she offered
them the girls at half price, they had quickly agreed. As well,
Sharon had assured them that the video was only for personal use.
And, of course, she had promised them a copy.
She continued to film as Stacy's moans and cries got louder
and more passionate. Finally, Stacy writhed and screamed her way
through the biggest orgasm Sharon had ever seen; all captured for
posterity...
Ashley turned and tried to run as the guys from the football
team surged towards her, but she was unable to move effectively
in the high-heels. She stumbled against a wall, and was quickly
caught. The football player who grabbed her was obviously a
lineman of some sort; he was well over six feet tall and must
have weighed close to 300 pounds. He spun her around to face him
and began to paw at her tits as they jutted invitingly over the
skimpy pushup bra.
"Melons, huh?" he grunted, a stupid grin on his face. His
breath smelled of beer.
"P-please..." Ashley began to whimper in fright. All
Sharon's instructions about how she was to behave... all the
warnings about blackmail and pictures fled from her mind. All
that mattered was getting away from this nightmare.
The lineman moved one hand down and began to scratch roughly
at her crotch. Ashley, now crying, dropped her hands from where
they had been trying to protect her breasts and pushed at the
offending hand, but it was no use. Ignoring her attempts to stop
him, he grabbed at her panties and jerked them away from her
crotch. The delicate elastic held for a moment, but then snapped.
The useless panties were quickly dropped to the floor.
"Please," Ashley whispered, trying to steady herself against
the wall. She tried to slide away, but she was unable to get any
purchase on ground with the pumps.
The guy slid his cock free from his pants. It was rock hard.
"OK, Melons," he sneered, "here it comes."
Ignoring her cries, he inserted his cock into her dry pussy
and began to push. Pinned, standing against the wall, the tall
brunette could only wriggle in pain as the cock ground, inch by
painful inch, into her cunt.
Finally, it was fully inserted. Grunting with effort, he
started to fuck it in and out of her as she stood against the
wall, moaning and crying on the impaling cock.
Sharon filmed Stacy for a few moments more as the blonde
teenager eagerly accommodated the two cocks, one in her mouth and
one in her ass, and then stopped the camera. They had more than
enough material on Stacy; it was time they got a little more on
Ashley. Despite all that they had done for her, Karen had been
less then forthcoming about her activities with the brunette, and
Sharon wanted some dirt of her own. She looked over at the other
girl.
Ashley was pinned with her back against the wall, being
fucked by a hulking brute of a football player. Sharon brought
the camera up and began filming just as he came. Ashley wriggled
around like a fish on a hook as her cunt was filled with his
sperm and then fell limply to the floor when he pulled away.
The guy was immediately replaced by another "customer".
Ashley was pulled onto a mattress, rolled on her back and then
impaled by another cock while two other guys held her long legs
spread wide. Unlike Stacy, however, Ashley was clearly not having
a good time. She screamed and struggled as the football player
pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Her fists were futilely
smacking against his muscular back as he fucked her, unaware or
uncaring of her response.
Sharon stopped filming.
There was no point in filming a rape. The stuff with Stacy
was safe, as she was so obviously participating, but Ashley was
clearly being forced. While Sharon had no problem with that (in
fact, she kind of enjoyed it), such a tape could land them all in
jail.
She bit her lip as the older girl was brutally raped in
front of her. Why was the drug not working on her?
The cock twitched and then spurted warm, sticky sperm all
over her face, but Stacy didn't care. She just wanted more. By
now, she had serviced at least six guys: two in her cunt, another
three, four or maybe five in her hot, sucking mouth. Stacy didn't
care. She just wanted more. Her mouth hung open, tongue extended,
waiting for another cock to fill it up. She felt another guy
kneel down behind her. Spreading her thighs, the blonde slut
leaned back, her pussy aching to be filled. Instead, she felt the
cock push against her ass cheeks and then into her ass itself.
But Stacy didn't care; she just wanted more. Squealing with
pleasure, she eased herself back, impaling her nether-hole on the
cock. She heard the guy groan as he began to pump himself in and
out.
Moaning with lust, she reached up a hand and began to use
her fingers to scrape the cum from her face and slide it into her
mouth.
"God, what a slut!"
But Stacy didn't care...
Cumslut didn't care...
The brunette - "Melons" the fat girl had called her - tried
to scramble away off the mattress after Jeff had finished with
her, but two guys grabbed her and held her down on her back. She
kicked and screamed, but was unable to fight her way free.
Billy "Headhunter" Hawkins looked down on her as she
wriggled madly on the mattress. Her pussy looked red, raw from
Jeff's recent assault (Jeff was one well-hung dude! Wasn't that
the truth). One of her massive tits had popped free from the
questionable protection of the bra, and floppy freely as the girl
struggled to free herself.
"Well shee-it," he drawled. "Looks like Melons here needs a
cock up her cunt."
Melons stopped struggling and looked up, her eyes wide with
horror as the beefy linebacker undid his belt and let his pants
slip down to his ankles. His cock, its tip already glistening,
hung down in front of him.
"Looks good, huh girl?" Hawkins played with it, stroking it
to its full size. It didn't take long. "Ten inches of prime
Mississippi man-meat."
"Please..."
Laughing, Hawkins lowered himself to his knees and fell
forward on top of her, crushing her breasts beneath his great
weight. It only took a moment before his cock was inside of her
tight, warm pussy...
Something snapped.
Maybe it was the cock in her asshole. Maybe it was the taste
and feel of the sperm which half-covered her face. But, something
snapped.
A sudden, overwhelming wave of orgasms rumbled up from her
battered pussy and washed over her abused body as the lone cock
sawed in and out of her ass. Screaming wildly, Stacy - Cumslut -
thrashed about, orgasm after orgasm shooting through her. The guy
riding her asshole could only grab onto her thighs and hold on as
she bucked wildly beneath him...
Hawkins looked up from where he was fucking brunette.
She was no longer fighting, having given up the struggle as
another guy - Stadler, the centre - had shoved his cock between
those gorgeous lips and into her pleading mouth. She just lay
there now, limp and accepting as the two football players fucked
her helpless body.
Someone was screaming.
Hawkins stopped moving - leaving his cock buried deep inside
Melon's tight teenage cunt - and squinted across the room to see
what was happening. Stadler, however, ignored screaming; he just
continued sliding his spit-glistening cock in and out of the
brunette's mouth.
It was the blonde slut. She was bucking and screaming while
Pete Brindle held on for dear life.
"YES... YES... YES..."
She seemed almost crazed as she bounced up and down under
Pete's dead weight. Finally, the football player was able to hold
on no longer. His grip on her sweaty thigh slipped free, and he
was thrown off. His cock flapped wildly in the air as he rolled
off the mattress and slammed into the couch.
The girl stopped thrashing as the cock left her ass and
started to look about frantically, her green eyes wild with lust
and her left hand sawing in and out of her dripping pussy.
"Cocks," she cried. "I need cocks... fuck me; fuck me...
pleeeeeeeeeze..." She looked about, but everyone in the room was
frozen with shock.
Frustrated, she fell back on her ass and spread her legs
invitingly.
"Please fuck me," she begged. Her other hand was now playing
roughly with her breasts. "Fuck Cumslut... fuck Cumslut..." She
continued to masturbate, muttering to herself as she reached
another, smaller, orgasm.
"Please,"she begged quietly, shuddering in the aftermath of
the orgasm. "Please fuck me... fuck Cumslut..."
Sharon watched open-mouthed as Stacy writhed sluttishly on
the mattress, mewling quietly and pleading to be fucked. She
would never have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her
own...
THE CAMERA!
Sharon looked down at the video camera as it hung uselessly
at her side. Fuck. Gary would kill her!
She looked up. The room had gone silent as everyone stared
at the blonde teenager on the mattress. Stacy was now scraping
cum from her tits and licking it off her fingers. Even the player
fucking Ashley had stopped moving. The only movement from the
room came from the big guy pumping is cock in and out of Ashley's
mouth. He had his eyes closed, and seemed to be off in his own
world, as he fucked the beautiful brunette's face.
No one else moved.
'Christ,' Sharon thought. 'I'd better do something quick
before the whole night's ruined.'
A groan came from the other end of the room. The guy fucking
Ashley's mouth finally came, shooting sperm into her mouth and
then onto her outraged face as she tried to turn away. She
coughed and choked, but wouldn't swallow.
The guy looked up, opening his eyes. Everyone was staring at
him except Ashley, who was busy coughing up his sperm.
"Jeez," he muttered, puzzled at the attention.
Sharon had an idea.
"OK," she cried, quickly moving forward to the centre of the
room. "So much for round one."
All eyes in the room now turned to her. Nervous, she looked
about the room. Ahh... there it was.
"Pull that coffee table over," she ordered. Two of the
football players obliged. The coffee table had been slid up
against the wall at the back of the living room. It stood just
over two feet off the ground and was about four feet long. The
guys set it down in front of her.
"Good," she stated. "Now bring the sluts over here."
The guy who had been fucking Ashley pulled out and dragged
her to her feet. The tall brunette stumbled on the high-heels,
but was able to remain upright as he dragged her across the room
to the coffee table. Sharon pushed Ashley down on her knees at
one end of the table, facing over the table-top. When Ashley was
in position, Sharon pushed the top of her body downwards, so her
upper body was lying flat across the top of the table.
"OK, now..." Sharon turned, but no one had moved to get
Stacy. Everyone seemed a little spooked by her. She had been left
by herself on the mattress as she rubbed her fingers over her
inflamed pussy and muttered to herself.
"C'mon Cumslut," Sharon called at her. Stacy looked up.
"Here Cumslut." Sharon talked to her as if she were a dog.
"C'mon. Come get fucked."
"Fucked?"
That got her attention. Scrambling awkwardly to her feet,
Stacy stumbled over to the coffee table. Sperm dripped from her
mouth and pussy as Sharon placed her, kneeling, opposite Ashley
across the coffee table. When she pushed the squirming girl down
onto the top of the table, Stacy's and Ashley's faces met almost
exactly halfway across.
"Anyone got a couple of belts?" In short order, two belts
had been produced, and Sharon used them to secure the two girls
into position by wrapping them around their lower backs and under
the coffee table.
Sharon leaned forward.
"OK sluts," she whispered. "Lets see some lezzie stuff. The
guys need warming up."
Almost immediately, Stacy reached up (as best she could,
strapped in as she was) and cupped Ashley's face in her hands.
The brunette tried to pull away, but her movement was restricted
by the belt, and she was unable to get free. Slowly and gently,
Stacy pushed her face forward and planted a soft kiss on Ashley's
cum-stained lips.
Ashley quit struggling as she felt Stacy's lips, soft and
warm, on her own. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good!
Particularly after all the rough treatment she had been
experiencing. Almost involuntarily, she parted her sticky lips
and moaned softly as Stacy's wet tongue slid into her mouth and
began exploring. In moments, the two girls were kissing
passionately, their tongues entwined. After the repeated, brutal
rapes of the past forty-five minutes, it seemed like heaven to
Ashley. The gentleness of the other girl's lips sent shivers of
pleasure shooting through her abused body.
The spell was broken when Ashley heard the guys start
cheering. She opened her eyes; both her and Stacy looked around
in panic as the members of the football team formed lines behind
them and, one at a time, slid their re-aroused cocks into the
girls' pussies. Ashley started to struggle at this new invasion,
but Stacy brought her hands up and cupped her face.
"Relax," the blonde teenager whispered. "It's easier."
Ashley started to spit out a retort, but was cut off by the
feel of Stacy's lips once again meeting hers. The brunette closed
her eyes and tried to relax; shutting out the world - shutting
out the sharp pain in her asshole as one of the players brutally
rammed his cock in - as if nothing else existed other than this
beautiful girl in front of her.
As if nothing else mattered other than the feel of her
soft, velvety lips as they writhed against her own...
Hawkins watched, gently massaging his cock, as the two
teenage sluts necked together while simultaneously getting their
asses reamed out by one guy after another. Jesus, it was hot! He
didn't, however, join the queue. He had unfinished business with
the brunette - Melons - and wanted to make sure he had her full
attention when he fucked her. He could see the way Ashley's
senses were closed to the world while his teammates fucked her
ass and cunt. Not like the blonde bitch. She was hot. She was
moaning and wriggling back against each cock as it impaled her
from behind. As far as he could tell, she had come at least four
times since the fat girl had belted her down to the coffee table.
She was really into the lez-bo stuff too; her and Melons were
going at it like a pair of bitches in heat.
Eventually, his chance came up, as the stream of football
players began to slack off a bit. They had each come at least
twice now, and those that wanted more were choosing the blonde
cunt. She fucked back, while the other - sexy a bitch as she
was - just lay there, unresisting.
Hawkins waited until there were no more guys waiting and
then moved forward to unstrap the tall brunette. She struggled as
he tore her away from her kiss with her blonde friend, but
offered no real resistance as he threw her down on a mattress.
She just stared up at him, wild-eyed, as he lowered himself
between her legs and once again thrust his cock into her sopping
pussy. This time he was going to cum inside her. The bitch began
to cry as Hawkins fucked her, but he didn't mind that.
Hell, it just meant she was paying attention.
Karen sat, motionless, in the front seat of Sharon's car,
staring blankly out the front window at the house. It had been
over an hour now. She should have taken Sharon's advice and gone
into the house to watch, but just the idea of those guys and what
they would do to her Ashley...
Karen shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts from
her mind. It had been a running battle to keep the brunette from
going out with guys from school. If that slut wanted cock so
badly, she was welcome to it. She would be getting a lot of it.
Karen would see to that. Even better, there was a lot of money to
be made, as Sharon had pointed out. Lots of cash.
So, why did she feel so sick just thinking about it? Why did
the mere thought of some big shithead of a male sticking his ugly
cock into Ashley make feel like crying?
Enough! Karen reached for the handle and pushed open the car
door...
Sharon had videotaped the entire scene on the coffee table,
and was now focusing on Stacy as the blonde slut began servicing
two guys: one from behind her as she knelt, strapped in place,
over the wooden surface, and one in her mouth as he straddled the
coffee table in front of her.
She continued to keep the camera away from Ashley, who
refused to become aroused. Sharon couldn't understand it; Ashley
had drank as much of the drug as Stacy, but she wasn't...
Realization dawned.
There was no drug! Gary hadn't been putting anything in
Stacy's drinks for three months now. The stuff in the thermos had
only been alcohol. Ashley was doing this straight!
Sharon stared open-mouthed as the tall brunette, tears
streaming down her face, was being fucked on the mattress. Then
she looked back at Stacy on the coffee table. If Ashley was doing
this without the benefit of the drug, then so was Stacy. On the
coffee table, Stacy groaned with pleasure as her body was wracked
with yet another orgasm.
The door behind her banged shut. Sharon whirled around to
see...
Karen ran into the room, her pudgy face red with exertion.
Where was... She stopped in her tracks as her eyes lit on the
mattress where some asshole was lying between Ashley's spread
legs, pumping his cock in and out while the tall brunette cried
and struggled beneath him.
Sharon reached towards her, but Karen shook off her hand.
"Get off of her, you asshole," she screeched, running
towards the mattress. Shocked, the guy looked up from where he
was fucking Ashley just in time to see Karen come barrelling
across the room towards him. He only had time to throw up his
hands as the fat teenager slammed into him with enough force to
make him think he was back on the football field. With a shout,
he fell back, his cock sliding out of Ashley's sopping cunt just
as he came. A wad of sperm flew up and sailed across the room,
splattering against the back wall.
"K-Karen?" Ashley looked up at her rescuer from where she
was cringing on the mattress, confused and frightened.
"It's OK honey," Karen said soothingly, bending down to help
the naked girl to her feet. "I've got you now."
The room fell silent as Karen helped the crying brunette to
her feet and then led her towards the door.
"What the fuck?" It was the guy she had knocked off of
Ashley. Karen looked up at him. For a moment, it seemed like he
was going to go after her, but he quickly backed down. He cock
still dripped sperm as it dangled, limp and wet, before him.
Karen led the trembling Ashley out through the front door
and into the open air.
The door slammed shut behind them.
Sharon, along with everyone else in the room, stood in
stunned silence. The only sound to be heard was a quiet slurping
from where Stacy continued to suck on the cock of the guy sitting
in front of her.
"Hey!" It was the guy Karen had knocked over; Hawker, or
something like that. "What the fuck was that all about?" He had
wrapped a towel around his waist. "We paid for two whores
tonight, not just one."
Sharon felt a moment of panic as the guys in the room turned
their attention towards her. She thought quickly.
"OK," she cried, "Fair enough. I'll return half the
money..." 'Karen's share, she thought grimly. "...and the video
will be free." She looked around, experiencing a tense moment.
Would they go for it?
Then the silence was broken as the guy Stacy was sucking
finally came, groaning loudly as he pumped his warm sperm into
her rapidly convulsing throat. Another guy cheered, and then the
tension broke as the guys converged on Stacy. The guy pulled his
now limp cock out of her mouth, and moved away.
He was quickly replaced by another player.
Karen helped Ashley into the back seat, slid in beside her
and shut the car door. She had draped her coat over the other
girl's shoulders, but, despite the warmth of the evening, the
tall brunette could not stop shivering. Besides the light coat,
Ashley wore only the fish-net stockings (now ripped) and the
locked-on pumps. Her upper body and thighs were covered with
bruises from where she had been roughly handled; her face and
tits were covered with rapidly-congealing sperm.
Karen felt like crying.
The heavy teenager reached up and put her arm around the
taller girl's shoulder. To her surprise, the brunette stopped
trembling and leaned into her. Ashley lay her head on Karen's
shoulder.
"H-honey... Ashley," Karen felt strangely tongue-tied. Her
throat had gone dry, and she had to swallow before continuing.
"I... I just want you to know that... uhm; I'm, like, s-sorry
about what - what happened in... in there." A tear began to
trickle down her face. "I d-didn't mean..."
She was interrupted by the soft touch of Ashley's finger on
her cheek, brushing away the tear. She looked over at the other
girl; she was so beautiful! Even through the tears and the
bruises and the dried sperm. She looked so...
"Karen..."
Ashley's voice was soft and hoarse.
"Karen..."
Stacy moaned and bucked as yet another of the football
players came in her pussy. The cock in front of her had exploded
in her face a few moments earlier, and she was still licking the
sperm off her lips. It had been over an hour since her last
orgasm, and the guys were at last beginning to slow down. She
must have fucked all of them at least three times. At least, it
felt like it. Her pussy had gone numb any number of fucks ago,
and the members of the football team had neither the skill nor
the inclination to give her clit the attention it needed to give
her pleasure. As a result, she was slowly coming out of the
pleasure-induced fog that had enveloped her mind earlier in the
evening.
The cock slid out of her pussy, leaving her cock-free for
the first time in hours. Almost immediately, she felt a hand at
grab ahold of her hair and drag her painfully to her feet. Dimly,
she opened her eyes to see what was happening.
It was Sharon.
Stacy winced, but didn't offer any resistance as she was
pulled across the room and forced to kneel on top of the coffee
table. Her balance, always precarious on the four inch heels,
failed her and she slipped backwards. Sharon, however, caught her
and shoved her back upright. Quickly, she turned the blonde
teenager around and positioned her so that she was leaning back
on her heels with her thighs spread wide. Her sopping red cunt
glistened in the light.
Sharon pulled the thermos out and handed it to the naked
girl. Anxious to recapture the pleasure she had felt earlier in
the evening, Stacy sucked hungrily at it, finishing what was
left. She burped slightly as Sharon took back the empty thermos.
"Now listen," Sharon muttered to her. "You're going to put
on a bit of a show for the guys. They're getting a bit worn down.
Do you understand?"
Stacy felt the now-familiar rush of the alcohol and drugs.
Confused, she shook her head as her well-used cunt began to
tingle.
"I'm going to ask you some questions," Sharon explained,
"You're going to answer to the camera. If you don't get them
excited again, and quickly, I'll see that this tape gets spread
around a bit. Is that clear?"
Stacy choked back the tears and nodded her head. She was
doing everything they told her to do; why the threats? She was a
good girl!
One hand reached down and began rubbing her pussy. Sharon
slapped it away.
"Not yet," she ordered. Obediently, Stacy let her hand fall
limply at her side. Sharon would tell her what to do.
Sharon stepped back and surveyed the scene. The football
players were all lined up against the walls, out of sight of the
camera, watching Stacy as she perched on the coffee table.
Perfect. The video camera had been set up to cover the shot from
the front, framing Stacy directly in the screen. Now,just one
more thing and they would be set up...
"Anyone ready for a blowjob?"
One of the big guys - the one who had been knocked over
earlier by Karen - stepped forward. His cock jutted out in front
of him, ready for action. Sharon nodded him towards Stacy and
watched as he moved forward to stand in front of her. Stacy, once
again trembling with lust, took the cock in her mouth and began
slurping away on it. The slut's hand wandered down to her cunt
and began sliding up and down.
Sharon moved in and whispered in Stacy's ear as she sucked.
"Two things, bitch." Stacy's eyes rolled towards Sharon as
she continued to work on the cock.
"First, you can play with yourself all you like, but don't
come until I say. Do you understand?" Stacy moaned an
acknowledgement.
"Second, when this guy comes, don't swallow. Hold it in your
mouth until I say otherwise." Stacy's eyes widened, but she once
again grunted in the affirmative.
Satisfied, Sharon backed away and watched as the blonde
teenager brought the guy to an orgasm and sucked his sperm into
her mouth. By the time he was finished, her cheeks were bulging
with the thick, white fluid.
OK. Everything was ready. Sharon hit the "record" button and
began talking to Stacy as she crouched on the coffee table facing
the camera, legs spread and cunt glistening.
"What's your name?"
Stacy looked confused.
"What's your name?" Sharon repeated, menacingly.
"S-Stacy," came the uncertain answer. "Stacy R-Richards."
A small trickle of cum dribbled out of her mouth and down
her chin. The blonde slut was still playing with herself and was
obviously very close to having an orgasm.
Sharon shook her head.
"What is your name?"
Understanding dawned on Stacy's cum-encrusted face. She
looked like she was about to cry.
"Cumslut," she answered quietly, trying to keep the cum in
her mouth. "My name is Cumslut."
Sharon smirked at her.
"What are you, Cumslut? What do you do?"
Stacy moaned, trying not to come. She looked beseechingly at
her tormentor, but Sharon just stared back at her.
"I'm a whore," the blonde answered, broken. "I'm a slut."
Her left hand, the one with almost-full charm bracelet, moved
faster and faster over her pussy.
"Please..."
"Karen..."
Ashley looked over at the girl who had pulled her out from
under the guy who had been raping her. The girl who had rescued
her.
"I... what you said about g-guys..." Karen's arm felt good
on her shoulder. It somehow made her feel safe and warm.
"You were right..."
The tall brunette fought back the tears. "You were right
about them..." She looked over at her rescuer. She saw the greasy
hair; the weight problem; the acne...
"Ashley..."
The other girl began to speak, but Ashley cut her off with a
finger on her lips.
"Karen," she whispered, "I just want you to know..."
"...let me come.
"What are you?"
By now, the cum was trickling steadily out from between
Stacy's lips as she babbled away.
"I'm a toy; a sex-toy. I need to be fucked all the time. I
love to have cocks up my ass and in my cunt and in my mouth."
Stacy - Cumslut - felt the waves of pleasure pulse up from
where her fingers rubbed frantically at her clit. In spite of the
humiliation - or as a result of it - she could feel another
orgasm building up inside of her.
"Please," she begged. "Let me come..."
"What are you?"
"I love cum. I love to suck it out of big juicy cocks. I
love to feel it dribble over my lips and all over my face."
She could feel her face reddening with intense humiliation,
but she was unable to stop herself. It wasn't her fault.
"Shit on me... piss on me... come all over me..."
It was the drugs. They did this to her. Gary and Sharon and
Neil could blackmail her all they wanted, but it was the drugs
that made her...
"I'm a slut," she wailed, feeling the orgasm slowly build in
her body. She stopped talking and looked over at Sharon.
"Let me come... please?"
Sharon looked at her for a moment and then nodded her
approval. It was time to bring this to an end.
Stacy brought her other hand down to her cunt and began to
thrust first one, then two and finally three fingers into her
hungry cunt, all the while rubbing furiously at her clit.
"I'm a cunt... I'm a bitch... I'm... Ahhhhh..."
Sharon watched in amazement as the blonde slut wailed and
cried her way into and through a massive orgasm. The sperm she
had been holding in her cheeks exploded outwards, drenching her
lower face and tits as she screamed and sobbed on the coffee
table.
What a slut!
Finally, Stacy crested the top of the orgasm. Sharon watched
as she slowly calmed down.
"Cumslut..." the blonde teenager mumbled, over and over
again, her fingers hard at work in her dripping cunt.
"...Cumslut..."
The room fell silent for a moment, but then Stacy began to
build herself back up again.
Sharon bit her lip as she watched. The bitch was going to
come again!
'I've got to tell her,' she thought to herself. Gary would
kill her, but...
Sharon waited until Stacy was just reaching the crest of yet
another orgasm. Then, after shutting off the camera, she walked
slowly forward and leaned in to whisper something into the slut's
ear...
Ashley hesitated momentarily, but then carried on.
"D-do you remember that day... at Stacy's. Where... where
you, uhm... spanked me?"
Karen nodded dumbly.
"I... well..." Ashley was obviously embarrassed. "Would
you... would you do it a-again?"
Karen just stared.
"I... I know I've been b-bad," the brunette stammered. "I
need to be punished; I n-need you to spank me." Ashley flushed
and looked away.
Karen felt a sudden flush of joy as she looked over at
Ashley. The brunette was looking down, unable to meet the other
girl in the eye. But that was alright. In fact, it was better
then alright!
"Yes darling," Karen answered. "Of course I'll give you a
spanking." She shifted slightly in her seat.
"Come here."
Moving carefully, her flesh bruised and aching from the
rough treatment in the house, Ashley spread her long, luscious
body out over Karen's lap, ass upwards.
Karen wasted no time. She immediately began administering
strong, rhythmic slaps to the well-presented ass. Soon, it was
shining red.
At first, the pain was great for Ashley, but that was OK;
she deserved it. After a while, however, the burning seemed to
fade away somewhat, and was replaced by a slow wave of pleasure
which spread steadily outward from where her pussy rubbed against
Karen's knee.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Ashley kept repeating this
phrase as the pleasure built up and then took her over the edge
into an intense orgasm.
"Oh god..."
Crying, the tall brunette trembled and shook on the other
girl's lap.
Karen stopped slapping Ashley's ass and began to finger her
clit, quickly sending the other girl into a second, more intense,
orgasm.
Finally, it was over.
Ashley turned her tear and cum-stained face upwards and
looked Karen in the eye, her eyes wide with adoration.
"I love you," she whispered.
Hawkins slowly rubbed his hand along his rapidly hardening
cock as he watched the scene in front of him. He had already come
three times that night, but that blonde slut's performance on the
coffee table was making him hard again. Fuckin' A!
She was perched up on the coffee table, masturbating and
going on about what a slut she was and other stuff like that, all
the while dribbling his cum down her chin. This went on for a
long time until the fat chick told the slut she could finally
come, which she did almost immediately. What an orgasm! The bitch
thrashed about and screamed like she was having her tits mangled
or something. Hawkins had never seen anything like it.
After that, the fat girl turned off the camera and walked
towards the whore. She waited until it looked like the slut was
going to have another orgasm, then leaned in and whispered
something in her ear. Immediately, the blonde stopped frigging
herself and stared at the other girl, her eyes wide.
"No," the blonde whispered. "You're lying."
The fat girl just smirked and shook her head. Once again,
she muttered something to the slut on the coffee table, and then
turned to walk away.
"You're lying," the blonde yelled at her retreating back.
"It's n-not true." She had started crying; tears streamed down
her face, making trails in the dried cum. Her entire body was
wracked with violent sobs. Hawkins noticed that her left hand
began to move again.
The fat girl laughed. She picked up the video camera and
walked to the door.
"You're lying," the blonde screamed from her perch on the
coffee table.
"You're lying!"
The other girl turned.
"No," she said quietly, "I'm not. No drugs; not tonight and
not since January."
Sharon paused and looked Stacy up and down as the bitch
crouched, wailing, on the coffee table. Her blonde hair was
matted with sweat and cum; her face, once beautiful, was red and
splotchy with tears and sperm; her lithe body was bruised and
caked with dried sperm. And, all the while, her left hand
continuously frigged at her exposed pussy, the metal charm
bracelet glinting mockingly in the light.
"Slut."
Sharon looked up at the football players standing at the
back of the room. To a man, they were hard again.
"She's all yours," she said, smirking. "Just get her back in
one piece."
She turned and walked out the front door.
"Nooooo!!" The blonde bitch broke down, sobbing and crying
as the members of the football team moved towards her.
END PART NINE-B
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