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.
"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?"
"I watch all the time," Arthur said. "But till now I didn't see anything much. But you just never know, right?"
"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-"
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-
"Good picture, isn't it?" Arthur said.
"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.
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 sphinctre, 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.
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.
Again.
Crack!
"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...
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?"
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 hatpins, 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...
"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..."
"Yes. My body."
"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."
"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?"
"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."
"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."
"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?"
"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."
"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!"
"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..
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 juddered 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.
"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.
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...
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?"
"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 pufed 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."
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.
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.
Inahalation. 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---
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.
Nodding. Crying. I can't, I can't, no more.
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-"
"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."
"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..."
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 wakeup 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.
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 cancelled 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 majorly 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 Neighbourhood 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.
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 triphammer.
"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 jerkoff 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!"
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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?".
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?"
"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.
I went to the company pharmacy on my way home to pick up my birth control pills and to sign the paperwork for whatever it was HR wanted. When I arrived, Jackie, the pharmacist, told me that Gina was waiting for me in her office. I went to her office, knocked, and was invited in. Gina was sitting behind her desk. She invited me to sit down.
"Well, well, aren't we becoming quite the little slut", she said as she looked me up and down. "Hank has said you are turning into a real piece of work but that a little help would speed the process."
I blushed at the thought she and Hank were discussing what we did and blurted out, "What do you mean, help?"
"A couple of things. First I have these for you. They are a set of four butt plugs, each one a size larger then the preceding one. Hank says your ass is way too tight and it has to be stretched. You are to start with the smallest and wear it during your waking hours for a week. Then the following week you will move up to the next largest and so on until you can wear the largest. You will then wear that one every other day for as long as you are Hank's slut."
"But I only have another 10 days of being his slut", I replied.
"Well, I think you had better discuss that with Hank. I am just doing as I am told. But just for your information, Hank kept his last slut for nearly three years."
"But he promised....I don't..", I stuttered.
"It don't mean a thing to me bitch. Now I am going to give you some pills that I got from a source in South America. They are perfectly safe but they are not legal here. Basically they are a mixture of BVH, Monogyilpate, and Octavite3. The Monogyilpate will cause your pussy to be constantly excreting lubricant, whether or not you are aroused.
The Octavite3, which is generally used in the cattle breeding industry, causes a minor irritation of the vagina which makes it feel like you want to scratch the inside of your pussy. It is very annoying but putting a dildo or cock in your pussy will get you some relief. The BVH will increase the size or your breasts and the sensitivity of your nipples and may even cause a bit of milk production. In short, you will be craving something, or anything, to be shoved in that cunt of yours."
"Ok you dumb broad," I thought to myself, "if you think I am going to take those pills your crazy".
As if she read my mind, she said, "And you will come in here and give us a urine sample every Friday. I will analyze it and report the results to Mr. Washington.
Each of the drugs in the pills have a signature trace which will tell us how many pills you have taken that week. You take the pills each time you take your birth control pill. When is your period due?"
"I took my last pill this morning for this cycle so my period should start tomorrow or the next day.", I replied.
"OK, I'll let Mr. Washington know. He has to go to California for a week so he will want to go while your flowing. But I want you down here every day while your flowing. You see, my period started this morning and I am going to teach you how to lap up that flow."
Dumbfounded, I picked up my pills, both sets, and left for home. I couldn't go through with this. My god, it was bad enough that I had to kiss her pussy, now she wants me to do it when she has her period. The thought of it nearly made me throw up. Somehow I got through the next day. My flow began about noon. and found myself in Gina's office after work. She let me in, locked her door, and turned to me with a leer, "Well slut, are you ready for this?"
"Please, don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, but not this, please.", I begged.
Gina just smiled, pulled up her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. I could see the string from a tampon peeking out between her lips. She went over to her chair, sat down and motioned me over. "Get on your knees slut. I want you to get hold of that little string and pull that plug out so you can drink my sweet flow."
I did the best I could. I got between her legs and bent to the task. The odor was overpowering and that got my stomach churning. I finally got the string in my mouth, bit down on it and pulled. The bloody tampon released with a "plop" and swung down and smacked against my throat. It was more then I could bear and I began to retch, finally losing my lunch between Gina's feet.
"You god damm stupid bitch. Look what you did to my carpet!", Gina screamed as she shoved her chair back. I will see you pay for this. Now get the fuck out of here."
I left without looking back, thankful that I didn't have to finish licking her flow but also knowing that I had made an enemy I did not need at this time. The following morning I studied the butt plugs with interest, and then remembering Mr. Washington would be out of town, decided not to wear it. I got to the office and about ten minutes later I heard a voice. It was Mr. Washington. He instructed me to lift my skirt, bend over and spread my cheeks so he could see the butt plug.
"I, don't, I mean, where are you?", I stammered.
"I am in San Deigo. But I can see you very clearly on the video conference equipment. Now let me see that butt plug!"
"ahh, well I, you", I stammered as I tried to think of an excuse. Not only did I not wear the butt plug, I was wearing panties because of my period. I did as I was instructed and Mr. Washington's voice literally exploded from the hidden speakers.
"You fucking little tramp. I leave town and you think you can do whatever the hell pleases you? I want you in my office first thing Monday morning. I can promise you that you will not forget to follow instructions in the future!"
The following Sunday I took my first special pill. I was glad it was a Sunday so I could see what effect it would have. To my great relief, the only effect the pill had was to cause a very slight increase in the excretions from my cunt. And that may have been due to the fact my period was just over. I had been wearing the small butt plug each day as instructed. For some reason, I even wore it on the weekend. I noticed now that when I walked, it was beginning to get loose and at times I had to contract my ass muscles to keep it from falling out. Tomorrow I would have to use the next bigger size.
Monday came all to soon. After I showered, I got the next bigger butt plug out and after covering it with KY jelly, I bent over and tried to push it into my ass. While it was quite a bit bigger then the first one, I was surprised at the relative ease with which I was able to insert it.
I walked around a bit, and besides from feeling like I had to go to the bathroom, the discomfort was bearable. Once again I wiped my thighs as the excretions from my pussy seemed to have increased. Most likely the pill.
I took my pills, dressed in my now familiar slut style and went to work. As instructed, I went right to Mr. Washington's office. "Well if it isn't my disobedient tramp. What do you have to say for yourself?"
I decided that I had better not try and make an excuse so I just said, "No Sir. I just didn't think."
"Well I am going to give you a little lesson in memory control. Get out of those clothes."
As I took off my clothes, Mr. Washington put a small gym bag on his desk. He opened it and took out some strange looking items. He then told me to get over by the bathroom door (he has his own private one in his office). When I got over there, he came up to me and told me to put my hands out in front of me. Only then did I notice he had a pair of handcuffs in his hands.
He locked my hands in place and then attached a rope to the small chain between the cuffs. As he reached up I noticed a hook above the door. He placed the rope in the hook and hauled my hands up until I was standing on my tiptoes. He then tied the other end of the rope to the door knob, keeping me hanging by my wrists.
"Even though the office is sound proof, I think your screams would still be heard" he said as he approached me from behind. "Open your mouth", he instructed.
When I opened my mouth, I felt a large rubber object being forced into it. I realized that it was a short, but fat rubber dildo. I felt Mr. Washington pull some straps against the back of my head and then step away. I tried to say something but only an soft mumble escaped. Then I saw Mr. Washington approach from his desk. I looked at what he was holding in his hand and the fear welled up in me and I began to sob and try to plead with him, my body racking and struggling against the cuffs.
"I am sure that you will remember this day my slut." he said as he approached me with a limber piece of what looked like bamboo that was about 4 feet long. The way he was swishing it through the air I had no doubt that he intended to beat me with it. He rerached me and reached out with his free hand and stroked my ass and then sort of wiggled the butt plug.
He kept that up for a few minutes then reached around to my cunt and ran his finger up and down my slit, pausing to rub my clit. At the same time he began to brush my ass with the stick he held in his other hand.
In spite of my fear and awkward position, I felt myself getting turned on. And I began to feel a strange sensation inside my cunt and I realized the pill was beginning to create the itch. If it didn't get any worse then it was now, it would not be a factor. Soon my hips were bucking in that dead giveaway ritual that an orgasm is building.
"Ahh, I see the slut is liking this", he said as he suddenly thrust his finger deep into my cunt, nearly touching my cervix. "And I see you are soping wet too."
With that he withdrew his finger and said, "Now you are about to learn that pain can sometimes bring pleasure. I am going to beat that pretty ass of yours until it is a mass of welts. I wouldn't be suprised if you come while I beat you."
"Oommm, aafhhh", I tried to talk but could only make plaintive sounds. I saw him raise his arm then in an instant I felt the most intense pain I have ever felt. I screamed at the top of my lungs but only a gurgle of sound came from me. Before I had a chance to catch a breath, the next blow fell. I lost count of how many times he beat me. I think it was about fifty. And he was wrong. The pain was so intense that I did not come.
After he stopped, he approached me again and jerked the butt plug out of my ass. Then I felt his cock pushing into me. This only increased my pain. My ass cheeks were on fire from the beating and now my ass was being stretched beyond tolerance. My mouth was full of saliva and everytime I tried to swallow, the head of the rubber didldo would start down my throat, causing me to gag.
He reached around me and held me tight against him as he moved his cock in and out of my ass. He had only openned his fly and the rough fabric of his trousers rubbing against my raw flesh made each contact feel like a brush with fire. His hand strayed down and began to rub my clit and then sink into my cunt and then back to my clit.
Soon he was in a rythm, rubbing my clit as he pulled out of my ass and then stabbing his finger in my cunt as he slammed his cock in my ass. the twin probings again brought me near orgasm and as I felt his cock jerk in my ass, I came on his finger.
After he pulled his cock from my ass I was made to lick it clean as well as cleaning his fingers with my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the amount of my juice on his fingers.
My thighs were slick with both my own juices and Mr. Washington's cum. As I dressed, I noticed that the foul mixture was clearly visible below the hem of my skirt. I reached for a tissue to clean myself before I returned to my office but Mr. Washington slapped my hand and reminded me that he did not permit sluts to use his office as a washroom.
I left his office, and hurried back to my office. And, strange as it seemed, I got turned on by the thoughts of my co-workers staring at me and, I am sure, smelling me. God, what is happening to me. Not only have I become a slut, I am actually getting a sick thrill from showing my co-workers that I am a slut. I am sick.
About two in the afternnon my pussy was on fire with an itch. I couldn't stand it any longer so I grabbed the dildo out of my desk drawer and rammed it as deep into my cunt as I could. As I sawed it in an out, the juices flowing out onto my hands, Mr. Washington's voice boomed from the speakers.
"Trying to satisfy that itch are we? Well, don't worry. I have a special treat for you that will help. Meet me in the parking lot at 5."
Humiliated by being seen mastubating, I was, nonetheless, excited about what was going to happen at 5. As I continued to slam the artifical cock into my soaked pussy, I couldn't help thinking about black cocks. Oh how I hoped I would have one in my cunt soon. If I could wait that long.
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