From no@this.address Tue Jun 17 21:13:01 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news1.best.com!feed1.news.erols.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!firehose.mindspring.com!news.mindspring.com!usenet From: no@this.address (Home Sweet Home) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Please repost all of: Garage1.1 (mff nc rape best teen) Date: Wed, 18 Jun 1997 01:13:01 GMT Organization: MindSpring Enterprises Lines: 427 Message-ID: <5o7cmk$i1m@camel2.mindspring.com> References: <Pine.BSI.3.95.970506150112.21193B-100000@fish.grin.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: user-37kbv95.dialup.mindspring.com X-Server-Date: 18 Jun 1997 01:12:52 GMT X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.0.82 jvc <jvc@grin.net> wrote: >She remained silent, dread filling her, and a sense of relief that he >wasn't hurting her daughter, not yet, that he was going to torture her. >Her tits, though, he was going to torture her tits, her tits which she >had always flaunted, wearing tight blouses or sweaters, shaping bras, >loving the way they drew the eyes of men, loving the way they made her >feel sexy, and secretly, al little bit slutty, looking down on the men >for looking, but _wanting_ them to look. She shuddered as her tormentor >flashed a single needle before her eyes, grinning evilly. >She felt him press the tip of it against the center of her nipple, and >her body began to shake as he began to press it into her tit meat. Pain >lanced through her breast, sweat popping up on her forehead as she >gritted her teeth, a small whimper escaping her mouth as she felt the >needle penetrate deep into her fat tit, his thumb pressing her nipple >down, grinding the pin deeper and deeper into her tit flesh. >She moaned as the agony from the single pin burned through her body, her >breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt him press a second pin against >the underside of her breast. >"AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" she howled as he slammed the second pin hard and fast >into her tit, her body bucking in agony in its bonds as her tit exploded >in pain, tears leaking from her clenched eyes. >"Scream bitch, scream," she heard him snarl as he drove another needle >straight down into her other breast, tearing another howl from her >throat, and another, and another, her strong body sweating and bucking >and thrashing in agony as pin after pin was driven into her sensitive tit >meat, her screams echoing horribly against the basement walls, her voice >growing ragged from her screaming. >He slammed home the tenth pin, five in each of those fat melons, and >leaned back on his heels, a grotesque toad of a man with eyes burning in >lust, waiting as her screams tailed off into agonized sobbing, her face >bright with pain, her green eyes clenched shut, leaking tears. He >glanced over at Tammy, that sweet piece of meat hanging there, horror in >her eyes, his cock throbbing as he considered the possibilities. He >turned back to the bitch mother, and leaned over her, between her spread >legs, his cock resting against her buttocks, his hands to either side of >her chest. >"Okay, mommy, you ready for a fucking?" he whispered, his face inches >from hers. >Even with the agony in her breasts she turned her face away from his, his >breath like rotting flesh in her nostrils, his obese body pressing >against the back of her thighs, slimy and sweaty and gross, the >sensation, combined with the pain, making her want to vomit. She felt >his bloated cock press against her cunt, her mind whirling in humiliation >and pain, her eyes closed as if to keep out what was happening to her. >Son of a bitch, son of a bitch she thought, her mind flashing back years >ago when she was trapped in a car, a man mauling her, dirtying her, like >now, using her body for his pleasure, her ripe, full body, so sexy, she >knew, so strong and perfect. >"Uhgg" she grunted as he slammed his cock home into her cunt, stretching >it wide, scraping against the dry walls, causing tears of humiliation to >leak from her clenched eyes as he leaned the weight of his hips down >against her body, grinding his pelvis into hers. She shuddered in >disgust as he dragged his tongue across her cheek, her whole body >shuddering in pain and degradation as her mind visualized what was >happening to her, picturing her folded up, bound, this disgusting man on >top of her, her fat tits pierced through, her body, her firm, strong >body, her beautiful, tempting body, being used, being abused, being raped >by this animal. She shuddered again, her mind whirling in a haze of pain >and visions. >Harry loved the taste of the cunt's skin, loved the way her face was >twisted in pain, loved the feeling of her cunt engulfing his cock. She >was tight for a mommy, tight and warm, and she was going to be oh so >active, soon, very soon. >"You like that mommy, you like my cock deep in your cunt? Here it comes >mommy, here comes the fucking of your life." He placed one hand on top >her breast, pressing down softly, then harder, and harder, tearing >screams from the bitch's throat as his weight drove the pins deeper into >her flesh, her head thrashing back and forth, her auburn hair wild around >her face, a face distended by her howling and her pain as he moved his >other hand on top of her other breast, leaning his full weight against >the fat melons of her tits. >God it was good, her whole body shaking and quivering and straining in >its bonds, her chest heaving as she sucked in air to scream again and >again, his weight on her cunt and her tits, grinding agony into her >flesh, her cunt spasming in pain as he started pumping into her, slamming >his cock into her exposed cunt mercilessly, her screams driving him wild >with lust, her pain building his excitement to a fever pitch as the >bitch's big, strong body thrashed uncontrollably beneath him. >She couldn't stop screaming--the pain was beyond what she thought >possible, her tit meat feeling like it was being ripped apart, flashing >grinding, agonizing pain through her body, his plunging cock adding to >the humiliation as he plowed into her. Her head whipped back and forth, >her mind seeking an escape from this agony, which seemed to go on and on >and on and never end as his cock pounded down into her cunt and his hands >mashed her tits to her chest, the pins tearing the flesh of her mounds, >shredding them, turning them into two globes of fiery pain. >"AAHHHHHGGG! NOOOO! PaPaPaPaLEEEEAASSEEEE! STOP! AAHHHHHGGGG!" she >begged and screamed again and again, her whole being focused only on the >pain, her world narrowing to the two hands grinding agony into her >breasts and the cock splitting her cunt wide. They were her whole world, >the pain and degradation and humiliation was all she knew, all she could >feel, all there was for her as she continued to scream and beg for him to >stop, stop hurting her, stop raping her. >He was close, close. It was so good, hurting her, making her scream, >using the cunt, taking her, hearing her scream and beg. She was nothing, >nothing he thought as her cunt continued to spasm in pain around his >cock, a fucking piece of meat, a toy, a screaming, begging, howling >fucking toy to be fucked and raped and tortured forever as he grunted his >pleasure, grinding his cock deep into her spasming cunt, spilling his >seed deep into her heaving belly as he clenched his hands around her >tits, drawing more and more screams for him, his cock pulsing again and >again in pleasure, spewing come, filling the cunt up, making her his. >Vaguely, through the pain, she felt him come, the agony reaching a >crescendo, flaring almost unbearably, sending streamers of darkness >flowing across her vision as he pumped her full of his nasty come. She >wanted to pass out, she wanted it to be over, and she screamed again as >he levered himself off of her, her tits throbbing in time with her heart, >each beat a searing agony as her mind began to clear from her pain, her >body still shaking uncontrollably in reaction. She felt him unhook her >ankles and knees, her legs, covered in sweat, the muscles standing out >like cords, flopped to the ground, her knees slightly bent, her thighs >parted as she panted heavily, her mind taking stock of her body. >Her tits were ruined, she knew it. They had never hurt so much, so >badly. Each breath she took sent agony flaring through the tender >mounds--she was afraid to look at them, afraid of what she would see, >afraid that they had deserved to be brutalized, deserved to be tormented >because she had flaunted them so brazenly. NO! NO! Don't think, don't >think. It wasn't that way. It wasn't. Stop it!, her mind cried, >reaching out to take stock of the rest of her body. Her legs ached from >her struggles, feeling sore and bruised, like her groin. She could feel >his come leaking from between her labia, feel it slipping across her >tender flesh, and she was overcome with shame, fighting against the sense >of satisfaction she felt, satisfaction that her body, such an invitation >to sin, was being punished so deservedly. She moaned with each breath >and opened her eyes, gazing through tears at the darkness of the >basement, where she saw her tormentor sitting like a demented, perverted, >satanic cupid on a small stool, his flesh hanging grotesquely over the >sides, his heavy cock gross between his fat, hairy thighs, his eyes >blinding in their dementia. Her gaze turned to her daughter, hanging, >tears coursing down her face, a face distended by the ball gag still >lodged in her mouth, her young body still pure, its flesh so smooth and >white and innocent. She shuddered and shut off what her mind was >whispering to her. >Tammy couldn't stop crying. Her mommy was screaming, screaming, filling >the basement with the horrible sounds of agony and terror. Please stop, >she begged in her mind, please stop making mommy scream she wished toward >the man, the bad man, whose ass wobbled as it moved back and forth above >her mother's bound body. She knew what he was doing, knew that he was >having sex with her, was raping her mommy, and her own pain was >forgotten. She wanted it to stop--she wanted to be home in her own bed, >safe, safe from this man and his penis and his pins and his whips. >Please stop hurting mommy she begged again in her mind. >Harry sat heavily on his stool, a cold beer in his hand. He felt his >cock begin to twitch again--it was always like this the first day with >the cunts, he felt like he could fuck forever--as he gazed at his >handiwork. Diane was stretched out, panting and moaning, her big, strong >body covered in sweat, her tits smeared with drying blood and turning >black and blue. He would have to watch that--he didn't want to ruin such >fine pieces of meat quite yet. Tammy was quietly crying, her young body >stretched, balanced on its toes, criss-crossed with whip marks, the ball >gag muffling her sobs as she sunk further into despair. He had special >plans for her, very special plans. And then there was Julie. He smiled >as he remembered her spasming ass, the way her body bucked and thrashed >as he had sodomized her. She was still in position, strapped on her >knees, her small, twelve year old ass thrusting out, offering her virgin >cunt. He wondered what he should fuck next--he wanted to take Tammy, but >he could wait. Anyway, he had a better idea. >Diane groaned as he pulled each of the pins from her tits, relief >flooding her body as the pain lessened, turning from a sharp, stabbing >agony to a throbbing, background pain, like a deep, hard bruise. She >felt his breath against the side of her face and the trickle of blood >down the sides of her chest. >"Okay mommy," he whispered to her softly, "here's the deal. I'm going to >fuck the sweet little cunt your daughter's got next." >"Nooo..." she moaned, "Please...." >"You don't want me to plow your little sweetheart mommy? I bet she fucks >like a whore, mommy." >She shook her head weekly, repeating "Please..., no, don't. I'll do >anything." >"Anything?" he whispered to her, smiling to himself as she nodded. >Her eyes grew wide as she listened to him speak, shuddering as he ran his >hand lightly over her flesh, his words cutting into her as he described >what she was going to have to do to save her daughter from a fate worse >than death. >Tammy watched as the fat man leaned over her mother, whispering to her. >She watched as her mother shook her head, and then began crying, nodding >as she did so, the fat man's face turning to look at her, his smile >sending fear flowing down her young body, before locking her ankles >together with a short chain. >It was worse when he untied her mother, who stood unsteadily on exhausted >muscles, straightening up to look like a wounded, captured amazon, her >height seeming to give her strength. Her eyes, though, made Tammy >shiver--they were so filled with despair, crazy despair. She wanted to >cry out, to run to her mother, to feel her mother's arms around her, >protecting her, keeping her safe, but she couldn't, the rattling of the >chain pulling her arms over her head, stretching out her lean young body, >was a constant reminder of her captivity at the hands of this horrible >man. >Diane wavered on her feet, her whole body aching from the position it had >been held in for so long, her breasts throbbing agonizingly on her chest, >dreading what she was about to do, what she _had_ to do for the sake of >her daughter. She lifted her hand, feeling divorced from her body, and >pointed to Julie. "Fuck her again. Fuck her slutty cunt. The >bitch-whore deserves it." >She said it loudly and clearly, not daring to look at Julie as she heard >the girl call out through her stretched open mouth, "Ooooooo! >Eeeeaaasssee!" before breaking down and beginning to sob again, filling >the basement with her despair. >Tammy couldn't believe her ears. NO! she wanted to scream, struggling in >her bonds as she watched the man force a gag into her mother's mouth, >stretching her jaw wide, hurting her while he did it. She shook her >head, wanting her mother to explain, to tell her why she had said that, >why she was letting this man do this to them, even while knowing that her >mother was as helpless as she was without really believing it--her mother >had always been so strong, so big and _there_, always keeping her safe, >always telling her what was right, and what would send her to eternal >damnation. Her mother couldn't be helpless, couldn't be talking like >some gutter whore like her mother had warned her against. >Diane approached her bound daughter, her head down in shame as she bent >down and grabbed Tammy's ankles, knowing that their tormentor was >watching, was waiting for her to balk, waiting for fight so that he could >despoil her daughter, could take Tammy's innocence like hers had been >taken so long ago. She shuddered at the thought and lifted her >daughter's ankles above her head, leaving one leg draped over her >shoulder--her daughter's naked flesh warm and soft against her own >flesh--while she hooked a leather cuff around her daughter's ankle, >pinning it near her hands. She repeated the process with her daughter's >other ankle, hanging her from her arms and legs, her body bent double at >the waist, her slender legs spread obscenely, her virgin, almost hairless >cunt obscenely exposed above the small brown circle of her anus. She >couldn't look into her daughter's eyes, green eyes filled with confused >despairing pleading, not knowing why her mother was doing this, not >knowing why these horrible things were happening to her. >Harry watched with growing pleasure as Diane picked up the short twisted >leather whip he had left for her as he positioned himself behind Julie, >his greasy hands running over the soft flesh of her ass, loving the way >she shivered and sobbed as he pressed his cock against her virgin cunt, >waiting for just the right moment to plunge it in. >"You ready girl," he said to Julie as he ran his hands over her lower >back. "You ready to have your slutty cunt reamed out? I know you loved >my cock in your ass, but you're going to love it even more in your fresh >little pussy. Hell, if it hadn't been for mommy over there, I might just >have been happy with your ass. Mommy convinced me that a slut like you >needs to be taken care of, completely." He grinned as she sobbed harder >at his words, as Diane turned her head and looked at him with hate and >despair-filled eyes, her knuckles white around the handle of the whip. >"MMMGGGGFFFFFF!" Tammy howled in shock and pain as her mother brought the >lash down against the back of her thigh, her flesh burning at the >contact. "MMMGGGFFFF!" she cried out again through the gag, the whip >landing again, this time kissing her stomach just below her belly button. >Why was her mother doing this, why? She didn't understand, she couldn't >understand. What was happening? Why? "MMMMMGGGGGGFFFFF!" she howled >again and tears began flowing from her eyes as they begged her mother to >stop, her whole body shaking and jerking as it hung from its ankles and >wrists, her sex grotesquely exposed to the air, her young slender body >breaking out in a sweat as pain lanced through her lithe body as her >mother brought the whip across her inner thigh, making her howl her pain >and anguish into her gag, her mind a whirl of confusion and despair. >Diane heard Julie cry out as Harry plunged his dick into her virgin cunt, >deflowering her, taking her completely, using the girl, the twelve year >old girl, she thought, the twelve year old flirt, with the young, >vivacious body, her quick smile, her teasing eyes getting plugged >violently, brutally, her narrow twat being pounded by the obese, >disgusting, foul man. She shuddered and brought the whip down again >against her daughter's flesh, her eyes locked on her daughter's thighs >and groin, not daring to look at her face, to see the betrayal lurking >there, to see the pain and despair hiding in those once lively green >eyes. She wanted to yell "I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO," but the gag prevented >her, turning her into an instrument of her daughter's torture. She >wanted to tell her daughter it was this or what Julie was suffering, the >slap of flesh against flesh as Harry raped her a counterpoint to the >sound of the whip against her daughter's flesh, the background noise of >whimpers, moans, sobs, and screams echoing through the basement. >The bitch was so tight, so sweet, her suffering so pure, her cunt so >smooth and fresh as he slid his cock deep into her snatch, savoring the >sensation as it hit bottom, pounding against her cervix, loving the way >she shook and bucked and moaned and sobbed as he raped her virgin cunt, >this twelve year old piece of fuck meat his to use, _his_ to fuck and >torture. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out, her cunt so tight it >resisted, her moans and painful sobbing driving him to thrust harder back >into the cunt. And the floor show, the floor show with mommy beating her >daughter's thighs and stomach; that was sweet, and hot. That precious >young piece of meat hanging there, in agony, confused by her protector >beating her, hurting her, tormenting her. It was delicious, just >delicious, like the cunt he was currently raping. >Her daughter twisted slightly before her eyes, her body shaking and >bucking and twisting to avoid the lash of the whip near her tenderest >parts. Diane's arm slashed down mechanically, the sounds of torment >filling the basement seemed to blend into a single cacophony of horror as >her mind shrunk from what she was doing, her vision locking on the >reddening flesh of her daughter's thighs, drawn inescapably to her >crotch, to where her labia and tiny anus winking at her. Horrible, she >thought, sinful; her mind drifted back, back to when her rapist had let >her go, had released her to make her way miles back home, her own cunt >aching, stretched, leaking the bad man's come. It had been horrible, >being home, trying to wash it away, away from her filthy cunt, her >horrible cunt which could make a man do that to her; like the cunt before >her, like the daughter's cunt, so fresh, so innocent, to tempting, so >filthy and sinful and disgusting. Without knowing it she brought the >whip right down on her daughter's virgin cunt-lips, smashing the tender >flesh with the blow, tearing a horrible howl of animal pain from behind >her gag. >Bad cunt, bad cunt, bad cunt, was all that Diane could think, her mind a >vortex of emotions and thoughts and pictures, her arm flailing the whip >against her daughter's exposed crack, driving the girl into spasms of >agony, her body thrashing uncontrollably about in its bonds, pain >overwhelming her, making her scream and cry like a tortured animal as her >mother kept driving the whip into her tender cunt. Punish it, punish it, >hurt the cunt, hurt the filthy, disgusting, sinful thing, she thought as >she beat her daughter's cunt, wishing it were her own, wishing that _her_ >cunt would be beaten, tortured, burned, punished for being, punished for >the sin it caused. >The bitch was freaking out, Harry thought, freaking out on her daughter's >cunt, beating the little whore into a quivering dance of agony with the >whip, turning her virgin cunt into a red mass of raw, swollen flesh. He >fucked Julie's cunt harder, his whole body seeming to inflate as his lust >skyrocketed, his cock throbbing in the hot sheath of the virgin cunt >writhing in its bonds beneath him. God damn he had gotten some sweet >playthings this time, just like those two college girls, willing to do >anything to each other to keep his hands off of them, coming to fear and >hate each other more than they did him, looking to him as if he were >their savior. He grunted, his cock flexing painfully inside the bitch's >virgin cunt, his third come within two hours sending lancing spikes of >pain and pleasure though his groin, spluttering into ecstasy as he >grunted and jerked against the piece of fuck meat beneath him, jamming >his cock deep into her cunt, slamming up against her cervix, making her >grunt and jerk and sob as his cock spit its wad into her cunt, filling up >the little whore with his come. >Diane didn't know how long she had whipped her daughter's cunt, didn't >know how long before she felt a strong hand on her wrist, stopping her >from another blow, how long before her eyes focused again and she stood >looking down at the disgusting troll of a man who had brought them here >and abused them so badly. She only had a second before she felt him >press something against the flesh of her stomach and then she seemed to >lose control over every muscle in her body. >Harry looked down at the woman's body, limp on the floor, his cock >glistening with its own come and Julie's blood, a long string of come >dangling from the tip. The whore was such a package, such a prize of >tits and ass and thighs and stomach, so big and hot, he thought, as he >grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the floor to the corner of >the room, near the lone toilet. He quickly hooked a hard leather collar >around her neck and fastened her wrists behind her back. He also bound >her thighs and ankles together, making sure she didn't have too much >mobility--it wouldn't do to have her killing herself before he really >started having his fun. He checked the gag to make sure it was in >firmly; he wanted to make sure the three of them couldn't hold a chat >while he took a break. >Tammy's whole groin was on fire. She screamed pitifully into the gag as >the horrid man ran his hand along her crotch, her whole body jerking at >the slight touch. Only pain existed in her mind, pain and betrayal and >fear overwhelming her as, behind shut eyelids, she replayed again and >again her mother bringing the whip down right into her crotch, sending >flaring agony though her young teenaged body. She sobbed into her gag as >she felt herself let down, her mind going dark as blood flooded her >powerless limbs, the next few moments of her binding a nightmare haze of >semi-conscious nightmares. >The teenaged cunts were on either side of mommy when he was done, all >tied almost immobile, although able to squirm into a sitting position. >He had gagged them all--he didn't want them commiserating or >explaining--he wanted them to mull what had just happened, to let their >little minds replay the sounds and sights of mommy dearest telling him to >fuck Julie, of mommy beating her precious daughter. >He smiled to himself. This was promising, very promising. The blond >bitch was broken--she hadn't stopped crying even now, and he knew she >would do whatever he wanted. He loved blondes; he would just have to >make sure he didn't break the teenaged whore. Daughter was confused and >shaken. She had no idea what was happening, which is what he had in >mind. Mommy couldn't protect her, was helpless, at the best, and hurt >her. He wanted to see that one come so hard she passed out, to see that >little innocent slut come bucking and squealing on the end of his cock as >he beat her small tits black and blue while mommy watched her slutty >daughter being raped and loving it. And mommy, well, she was a true >prize, full, mature flesh which could take beating after beating after >beating. >She was still stunned, her mind in a state of limbo. as she heard the >large metal door bang closed after Harry exited. Her sex ached, her tits >throbbed, her body tingled painfully. What had she done? What had she >done? She had beaten her daughter, tortured the girl, whipped >her...her...she shuddered at the remembrance. How could she have done >that? What had happened? She shifted, grinding her tit against the >concrete, bringing tears to her eyes, feeling she deserved the pain for >what she had done. It was all her fault--she had been so sure of >herself, so proud of her body, her size, her sex. She had sinned, she >had been dirty and foul and used and now she was paying, and her daughter >was paying with her. She looked over at her daughter, laying bound on >her side, her young flesh beaded with sweat, curled up in a fetal >position, her arms bound behind her back, her eyes shut and leaking >tears, her chest rising and falling raggedly.