TALES OF TERROR III

TRAIN PAGE 1

KEEPER PAGE 6

A LOVELY GIRL PAGE 21

LISA'S GANG BANG PAGE 29

SQUEALER PAGE 49

VIOLATION OF NIKKI PAGE 81

DEBBIE DOES PAGE 99




















TALES OF TERROR III

TRAIN


Jerry... no. Don't"

"C'mon Cindy."

She shook her head, but didn't protest any further when I steered her into an unoccupied upstairs bedroom. The sounds of the party receded as the door clicked shut. Cindy really wasn't that kind of girl. She was a real "daddy's girl": always got good marks at school, always home by eleven. You know. But we had been going out for a couple of months now, and I figured I was due for a little necking. I could tell she didn't mind either. Hell, we were both seniors at high school. She was just complaining to let me know she wasn't easy.

Before long, we were kissing, lying beside each other on the bed. I couldn't believe my luck; Cindy was one of the best looking chicks at school. With her curly brown hair and bright blue eyes, she probably could've gone out with any guy at school.

Soon, I could feel a wicked hard-on bulging in my jeans. Her hand brushed against it (accidentally?); she giggled a bit, but didn't pull away. Things continued, and I'd even managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and my hand on her tits when the door slammed open. Startled, we stopped what we were doing and squinted against the sudden bright light from the hallway.

It was Hammond; Brian 'Bruiser' Hammond: linebacker, school bully and a guy I owed twenty bucks to. Fuck.

"Hey Jerry, how's it hangin?"

I scrambled to my feet. Cindy cringed on the bed, eyes wide, trying vainly to hold together her open blouse. It was pretty obvious what had been going on.

"What'ya want Bry?" I tried to sound casual, but my voice broke. This guy could - and would - kick my head in and not think twice about it. I noticed that he had a couple of his cronies with him.

"Just a piece of your action, Jer." He eyed Cindy on the bed. "Kinda greedy keepin' it all to yourself." One of the guys with him snickered. It was Allan Grant; he had been kicked out of Greenwood the week earlier for being caught on the school grounds with a switchblade. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Bry..."

"You owe me." Hammond began to walk forward, unbuckling his belt. "And I think I'm gonna start collectin'."

I tried to stop him, but Grant and the other goon grabbed my arms and held me back. I struggled, but it was pretty useless. All I could do was watch. Hammond let his jeans fall down to his ankles and fell forward onto the bed.

Onto Cindy.

She whimpered and tried to twist away, but he used his weight to pin her down. Within seconds, he had her blouse ripped open and her skirt up around her waist. Grunting, he jerked his hips and jammed his cock into her pussy. Cindy gasped loudly and started crying, but he didn't care. He just kept pumping away for about thirty seconds until he stiffened and came. When he was done, he slid off her and rolled to one side. Cindy lay where he left her, legs spread, gasping for air.

Hammond traded places with Grant and he too was soon fucking her on the bed. Cindy didn't fight when he climbed on top of her. She didn't fight when he tore off her bra and began to play with her small tits. She didn't fight when he jammed his cock into her pussy and began pumping. All through this second rape, she just lay there, limp and unresisting.

Grant was soon finished and the third guy took his place. He was soon fucking her as she lay there. After a while, I noticed, to my embarrassment, that my hard-on was once again bulging in my pants. Hammond noticed it too.

"Hey Jerr," he laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn."

I shook my head, but I couldn't take my eyes off the scene on the bed: the guy lying in between Cindy's long, sleek, naked legs, sliding his cock in and out of her now-sopping cunt.


She still didn't resist. Maybe that's why, when the third guy was finished and Hammond pushed me forward, I dropped my pants and quickly slid my throbbing cock into her open pussy.

She was very wet and very tight. Like me, she had been a virgin before that night.

It felt incredible to fuck her as she lay there. Just as I was about to come, she opened her eyes and stared up at me in mute horror. She looked like she was about to say something, but just then I had other things on my mind. Grabbing one of her tits in my mouth, I bit down on the nipple as I had the most incredible orgasm. Someone was screaming, but it sounded far away. The orgasm felt like it was going to last forever. When I unclenched my teeth, she was crying again.

God, I felt like shit. But it had felt so good!

"Cind..."

"Hey hey hey... what's goin on here?"

Some more guys had come into the room. I didn't know them; they looked like friends of Hammond's.

"Nothin' much," Hammond grinned. "This little gal here's just pullin' her first train." He looked over at me as I slid my cock out of her. "Ain't that right, Jerry?"

I didn't know what a train was. All I could think about was the fact that I had just raped Cindy, and these guys had all seen it. I figured I'd better just agree with whatever he said.

"Yeah Bry." I grinned back at him, like I was in on the joke. "That's it."

Hammond's grin widened as he turned to the newcomers. "You're just in time," he announced. "You're next."

"Alright!"

The first guy wasted no time. Sliding his pants down, he dropped into the spot I had just left and began fucking Cindy.
At last, she began to fight, twisting and bucking underneath him, but it looked for all the world like she was just fucking him back. I think she tried to scream, but when she opened her mouth, he covered it with his own, and slid his tongue in.

Powerless, I watched as guy after guy fucked my girlfriend. After a while, they propped her up on her hands and knees so one guy could fuck her from behind while another guy fucked her mouth. I'm sure she had never so much as seen a cock before tonight; now, she was sucking on them like a whore. I even took a turn in her mouth myself. I don't think she recognized me; she just sucked blindly at whatever was put in her mouth, all the time mechanically humping back against the cock in her pussy. I think she even had an orgasm while sucking me, though I can't be sure.

After coming all over her face, I stepped back and watched as more and more guys came into the room. Word of what was happening had obviously spread through the party, and everyone wanted a turn. By now, Cindy's clothes hung in cum-soaked rags; her curly hair was plastered against her head by sweat and sperm; and rivers of come ran down the inside of her thighs. She looked like a real whore.

I turned to go, but Hammond put his hand on my shoulder and took me aside. "Jerr... if anyone asks, she got drunk and wanted you to fuck her. You didn't want to, so she started with the other guys." He looked at me, intense. "That's what happened, right?" I nodded, seeing my way out. Hammond and his friends would back me up. If necessary. From the looks of things, no one in the room would be testifying that she had been raped. I was safe.

Hammond let me go, and I took one last look at her before leaving the room. She was still on her hands and knees, a cock in her ass (when did that start?) and one in her mouth. As I watched, the guy in her mouth came, pumping his sperm down her throat. When he pulled out, she turned her cum-encrusted face and looked over at me.

"Jerry..."

She raised her hand towards me, calling out, but another cock was immediately stuck in her open mouth, and another in her open hand. Balanced precariously on one hand, she began to suck one guy off while running her hand up and down the other cock. Her eyes took on a glazed look, and her body shuddered.
I left the room. It looked like I would need to find a new girlfriend. I sure couldn't go out with Cindy any more. There were only a few girls like her in school and everybody knew about them; they got fucked a lot, but you didn't actually go out with them. Not with sluts, and that was what Cindy would be at school from now on.

And everybody would know it.

I hoped she would enjoy her new place at school. I knew I would; at least until I found a new girlfriend.

THE END

KEEPER

"Damn it!"

Annie Speer crumpled the small piece of pink paper and angrily tossed it across the room in the general direction of the waste paper basket. The tall blonde woman glared as it fell short and bounced along the worn carpet of the staff room. A quick glance at the clock hung on the wall confirmed her fears: it was just about 8:00 pm. Her shift should have been done almost an hour ago. She'd just finished washing up and was supposed to be meeting some friends at a club. Unfortunately, she had made the mistake of checking the bulletin board one last time before leaving. The pink slip, requesting - no, ordering - her to stop by Hanson's office was pinned up in an obvious position. She couldn't even pretend not to have seen it.

Damn the man.

Damn him to hell!

Ever since he had taken over as Director of Operations at the Bakersville Public Zoo, Hanson had been making her life a misery. It had been apparent from the beginning - from that first awful staff meeting where he had practically drooled all over her - that he would be trouble for her.

Her fears had quickly became a reality, as she had been forced to reject his advances again and again. When it finally became obvious that she wouldn't go out with him, the bastard had taken it upon himself to assign to her the most odious tasks.

And so, despite the fact that she had seniority over several of the other Keepers, it was her who got called at all hours of the night in response to every little problem. It was her who got "requests" to stay on late friday nights to deal with whatever the Director wanted her to deal with. It was her who...

Annie sighed. She loosened her clenched fists, letting the anger seep out of her. No point in going ballistic over it. It was best just to see what the asshole wanted; with luck, she could deal with it quickly and still meet her friends at the club. If not, well... that was the job.

Ruefully, Annie examined her reflection in the full length mirror attached to back of the staff room door.
Just over thirty, she looked a good deal younger than her years, with her stylishly short blonde hair and slim, almost boyish body. Feeling slightly foolish, she ran a hand through her hair, pushing back a stray lock, and straightened her yellow blouse.

One of the reasons she had been looking forward to going out tonight was that Amanda had promised to fix her up with a promising male friend. It had been too long - nearly four months since she had broken up with that creep Andy - and she found herself missing the companionship.

Among other things.

Sighing, she opened the door, walked out of the staff room and down the hall towards Hanson's office. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be too painful...

*****

"The drains?"

Jerome Hanson looked smug, sitting back behind his large desk with an arrogant smile on his fat, pink face. He brought up a hand to push his glasses back up on his nose before repeating himself:

"Oh my, yes. According to Vickers, they're backed up something terrible. Something terrible. And it's supposed to rain tonight, don't you know. Yes..." He sniffed. "...rain."

"But..." Annie fought in vain to find some way to express her anger at having this job thrust on her in this manner. There must be someone else who could...

"And with the waterfall in the gorilla exhibit, proper drainage is all the more important," he continued complacently, ignoring her incoherent sputtering. "All the more important. You know that; the overflow can make such a mess. Such a mess."

Annie sighed and fell silent. No use wasting her breath with this jerk. He'd made up his mind. Besides, he might even be right. The gorilla exhibit featured a large "jungle waterfall" in the centre of the cage. If the drains were blocked, the overflow from the water feed could cause a huge mess, maybe even flooding the cage and the interior enclosure.

Maybe, she thought to herself, just maybe this isn't some stupid game he's playing; maybe he really does care about...

"Of course," Hanson continued, a smirk appearing on his pink, pudgy face, "if cleaning out the drains doesn't appeal to you, particularly, I can think of some other more... pleasant way to pass the time."

Annie stiffened and felt herself turning red with anger. "I don't think so, *Mr* Hanson," she growled, her voice trembling. "I think I'd rather spend the night in the gorilla cage cleaning drains than go out with you." The smirk disappeared from his features as Hanson's face went blank. "In fact, I'm certain of it."

Annie smiled and turned to go. "The gorillas," she lobbed back over her shoulder as she left his office, "are better company." Hanson might have said something, but she never heard it as the door slammed shut behind her.

Shaking with anger, she stomped down the short hallway and back into the staff room. That was it, she decided. She'd had enough. Sitting down at a table, she picked up a pen and paper and scribbled out a hurried letter of resignation. That would end matters; she'd throw it in his face and let him clean his own fucking drains! She'd...

As quickly as the anger had overcome her, it seeped away. Miserable, she stared down at the letter, and at her name signed at the bottom with her usual flourish.

She couldn't do it; the job was all she cared about, really. And Hanson knew that. That was the maddening thing; the bastard was well aware that she wouldn't quit. No matter how much she hated him.

Sighing, Annie got to her feet and walked over to her locker. She placed the letter on the top shelf. Then, with a final despairing look at herself in the mirror - at herself dressed up for a night on the town - she began changing into her overalls. Cleaning drains was messy work.

*****

The roar of the exhibit waterfall all but drowned out the sound of Annie's loud cursing to anyone more than a few feet away from her angry mouth.


Even inside the closed off section of the Gorilla cage - the entire area consisted of a large outside section where the visitors to the zoo actually viewed the gorillas (the cage) and an enclosed room which was entered by a small opening just beside the waterfall, where the gorilla's went at night and when they wished to escape the constant scrutiny (the enclosure) - the roar of the waterfall was all but overwhelming.

The air inside the enclosure was kept quite warm and Annie was sweating profusely as she struggled to move the step-ladder along the concrete wall to the location of the next plugged drainpipe. As she struggled with the ladder, she looked over at the gorilla who sat watching her. It was Kagu, the largest of the two males that made up the family unit included in this particular exhibit.

His broad, flattened nose wrinkled as his black eyes followed her actions closely. For a moment, Annie almost expected him to offer assistance, but he just let out a quiet grunt and scrambled away on his short legs and long, muscular heavy-knuckled hands and began climbing the twisted structure of ladders, poles, platforms and rope that covered most of the ape's enclosure.

"Thanks for nothing, you lazy bastard," she muttered jokingly, returning her attention to her work.

Finally, the step-ladder was in position. With one last shake to make sure it was steady (it wasn't, really, but steady enough), she climbed almost all the way to the top and then stretched her hands upward to run a long, thick brush along the inside of the drain.

It wasn't easy work, and her precarious perch on top of the ladder made the job all the more difficult as she was forced to move slowly and carefully to keep the ladder from falling over. It was a good twenty feet to the floor.

That's why, when she felt the hand on her ass, she didn't immediately jump away; she couldn't do so without tipping the ladder over. She just stiffened in surprise.

Keeping her hands on the brush to steady herself, Annie slowly turned to see what was happening. It was Kagu; crouched on a nearby platform. The great ape had reached over and placed one of his large, hairy hands on her ass.

"Hey," she shouted, her voice sounding quiet and weak under the roar of the waterfall. "Stop that."
Kagu looked over at her as she yelled at him, a look of... well, she wasn't certain what, but he didn't look friendly. He stopped touching her, but didn't move away. Annie felt a moment of indecision; she'd never had trouble with any of the gorillas before - including Kagu - but something about him frightened her now.

Something was different; something was wrong.

"Shit."

The ape let out a quiet grunt. Suddenly terrified, the blonde zookeeper let go of the brush and began to climb down off the ladder.

Almost immediately, she felt something grab the shoulder strap of her overalls. She twisted her body, trying to break free, but managed only to kick the ladder over. She got a glimpse of what was holding her as she twisted around. It was Kagu again. This time, he had grabbed hold of the fabric of her overalls and was effortlessly holding her dangling in the air off the edge of the platform as the ladder crashed to the ground.

Annie immediately stopped struggling, not wanting to fall. She just dangled there as steadily as possible, panting with fear, trying desperately to avoid doing anything which might startle the gorilla or cause him to drop her.

He held her there for a few moments and then slowly drew her up until her face was level with his. He still held her out over the edge of the platform, so she remained limp and unresisting. "Please," she whispered, as if he could hear or understand her. "Please."

Kagu didn't react to her pleas. He did, however, reach out his other hand and clutch at one of her breasts through the overalls.

"Nooooo!" Annie let out a loud scream, reaching up to push his hand away from her breast.

Kagu reacted by baring his teeth and letting out a growl. His grip shifted and Annie dropped an inch or two before the slack was taken up. Immediately, she stopped struggling and dropped her hands to her sides, staring fearfully at the gorilla's face. What was happening? She'd never heard of one of the primates acting in this manner.

Satisfied with her compliance, the mountain gorilla turned his attention back to her breasts. His hand moved from one to the other, touching... squeezing... fondling... kneading... He seemed endlessly fascinated, playing with the zookeeper's breasts like they were toys.

After a while, he tore away the front of the overalls. Annie started to fall as the shoulder strap slid free, but the gorilla quickly shifted his grip so that he was holding her around the back of her neck. The grip was painful, but firm. It kept her from falling.

Once again she didn't dare struggle, frightened that he might drop her. And so she hung there, limp and docile, tears running down her face to mingle with trickles of sweat, while Kagu used his free hand to finish tearing the overalls away from her slender body.

In moments, she was stripped down to her tee-shirt and panties (she hadn't fully dressed herself beneath the work clothes, hoping to change quickly in time to meet her friends afterwards), dangling half naked over the edge of the platform.

Once again, the great ape seemed fascinated by her breasts as they rose and fell beneath the tee shirt, jiggling with the panicked rhythm of her breathing.

With a puzzled look on his face, he pushed and poked at them, watching them shift under the thin fabric of her tee-shirt. This game continued for a few minutes until Kagu took a handful of fabric and ripped the shirt from her body. Annie stifled a scream as her bra was exposed to the gorilla's eyes. Delighted with his success, Kagu continued his game with her breasts, pushing and poking...

Then he tried to pull the bra away. Unlike the tee-shirt, however, the elastic of the bra resisted his attempts at removal; it stretched but did not tear. The gorilla pulled at it for a few moment and then began to get angry, baring his teeth and jerking the front of the bra in a clumsy and futile attempt to remove it.

Whimpering with fear, terrified that he might completely lose his temper, Annie reached up and undid it for him with trembling fingers.

The terrified zookeeper whispered soothing words as she slipped the bra off her shoulders and, putting her hands underneath her small, firm breasts, offered them up to the great ape.
Kagu calmed down and immediately fell to playing with them again. Sniffling, Annie dropped her hands and again hung as still as she could, hoping he would eventually get tired of playing with her and pull her onto the platform.

After playing with her breasts for another few minutes, the great ape did pull her towards the platform. Annie sighed, trembling with relief as her feet found support, but her hope was short lived. Kagu immediately pulled her into his chest with his powerful arms and squeezed her to him, evidently enjoying the feel of her breasts pushing up against his fur.

Annie let out a muffled scream and flailed uselessly with her hands, but the gorilla ignored her struggling. After a while, she gave up and went limp again. It was no use fighting it; perhaps if she just relaxed, he would lose interest.

Eventually, the great ape took hold of her shoulders and held her up and away from him. He lifted her so that her breasts were eye level and just stared.

Annie, angry and frustrated at being held and manipulated like a toy, considered kicking him in the groin, but decided that it would be more prudent not to anger him.

Great apes were normally very gentle, almost never attacking people, but they were fiercely strong; and there were stories... And Kagu was already acting strangely enough that Annie, despite her experience at the zoo, had no way of predicting what he would do next. No way of telling...

Still holding her in the air, the great ape leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Oh no," Annie whimpered, trembling with shock. "Please... no." She was afraid that he might bite down, but instead he just mouthed it gently with his thick, wet lips.

The blonde zookeeper squirmed in his grip, but was unable to break free as he mouthed first one breast and then the other. And then... unable to help herself, Annie let out a quiet gasp as a thrill of pleasure emanated out from her nipple.

Despite the horror of what was happening to her, despite her fear and disgust, the ape's lips were starting to have an effect on her nipples. It had been months since she had been with a man, and the abstinence served to make her susceptible to such stimulation.

Tears ran down her face as she shivered in shame and disgust, but she could feel herself beginning to get moist between her legs. She couldn't help it...

As if sensing her arousal, Kagu gently lowered her to her feet and, still keeping one large hand tightly on her shoulder, reached down between her legs. She tried to close her legs and turn away, but the gorilla stuck his hand between her thighs and rubbed his coarse fingers along the outside of her pussy.

"Mmmm..."

Annie moaned in lust as Kagu rotated his thumb upwards from his wrist and slipped it deep inside her pussy. It brushed up against her clit...

"Ohhh..."

The feelings of arousal were growing, and Annie felt her fear slowly slip away. The great ape no longer seemed quite so menacing; and the feel of his fat thumb in her pussy, sliding... rubbing... almost unconsciously, she bent and then straightened her long, tanned legs, riding her hungry, sopping pussy up and down on the great ape's thumb. Up and down...

Kagu let go of her shoulder and went back to playing with her naked breasts while she fucked herself on his thumb.

"Oh, yessss..."

The slender blonde glistened with lust and sweat as she slowly worked herself into a frenzy of arousal. The warm, wet air of the enclosure - intended to replicate as closely as possible the tropical environs of the great apes - enveloped her in a soft cocoon, reflecting back onto her skin the warmth emanating from her trembling body while she slowly rode up and down, up and down... enjoying the feel of the ape's thumb inside her sopping pussy.

Eyes closed, pink tongue flicking out from between her parted lips, she brought her hands up to cup and fondle her naked, slippery, hard-nippled breasts. She was getting closer... closer... closer...

"Ahhhhck... Ahhhck..."


Annie's eyes shot open as Kagu pulled his hands away from her breasts and pussy and let out a terrible cry.

Lust forgotten, the blonde woman stumbled backwards, half turned and tried to dart away. But the great ape was too quick for her. One long arm shot out, encircled her waist and pulled her, kicking and screaming, into the centre of the platform.

She hit at his forearms with her fists, but the great ape just ignored her blows. With a growl, he threw her face down onto the platform. The zookeeper scrambled to her hands and knees and tried to scamper away.

Once again, however, Kagu was too quick for her. She felt his body come down on top of her's, and only his long arms, knuckles bent on the platform, kept his weight from crushing her entirely.
As it was, she was pinned beneath him, barely able to keep on her hands and knees.

With a thrill of horror, she felt the gorilla humping his groin against her ass.

"Nooo..."

Tears ran down her face as she tried to extricate herself from underneath his crushing weight, but it was no use. She couldn't squeeze out from under him.

Despite his control, however, the ape was having no success in inserting his long, hard cock into her spread pussy. He began to get frustrated as he frantically humped his groin back and forth behind her.

He let out a loud growl, and the terrified woman felt his hot breath and the warm trickle of his saliva on her neck as the great ape tightened his grip on her shoulders. Already, it felt like she was being crushed. She had to...

She had no choice.

Her naked, sweat-soaked body trembled with disgust, but her fear overrode her abhorrence. Reaching down with one trembling hand, she took hold of his massive cock and, almost retching with shame and nausea, she guided it straight into her waiting pussy.

Immediately, Kagu stopped growling and let out a grunt of pleasure.
He began to pump his cock in and out of her, penetrating a little deeper with each hard thrust. Fortunately, her pussy was already sopping wet from the ape's previous attentions, and there was little pain.

Groaning, the woman dropped her hand back down to the platform and braced herself on all fours, trying not to collapse as the gorilla vigorously fucked her from behind. To her utter revulsion, she found herself - her body - actually responding to him, once again becoming aroused. It disgusted her, but she couldn't help herself.

Letting out a quiet moan of humiliation, the blonde woman gave in and started to hump her ass back against the gorilla's cock, letting out quiet little grunts every time he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her. The pair moved faster and faster as her lust slowly built up until it suffused her body. All fear and pain forgotten, she felt herself building towards an orgasm, riding higher and higher on the ape's prick until...

"Ahhh..."

They came together, the great ape letting out a loud howl of triumph and the blonde woman crying and shaking as a thunderous orgasm rolled through her bruised and aching body. Tears of pleasure mixed with tears of shame as she bucked and twisted underneath her bestial lover, pussy spasming on his rapidly deflating cock.

His lust satisfied, Kagu quickly lost interest in her. With a quiet grunt, he pulled his cock out of her twitching pussy and moved swiftly away. Annie groaned and crawled to the ladder which connected the platform to the ground. Arousal gone, she felt nothing but disgust and shame as the ape's cum slowly leaked out of her pussy while she climbed down.

She'd just reached the ground when she felt another hairy arm reach around behind her waist. Letting out a scream, she caught a quick glimpse of Momo, the other adult male in the enclosure, before she was thrown up against one of the horizontal bars at the base of the structure.

It slammed into her stomach, knocking the breath out of her as she fell half over it. She lay there, gasping for air as she felt a pair of large hands grab her waist and hold her down across the bar while another cock, smaller than Kagu's, but still quite large, pushed against her ass.

Grunting, the blonde woman twisted and squirmed over the bar, her legs kicking wildly behind her, but was unable to straighten up as the ape tried to insert his cock. She'd just managed to draw in a breath when Momo finally succeeded, but not...

"NOOOOOO!!!"
Instead of her pussy, however, he drove his cock straight up her ass. She'd never been fucked that way before, and the pain was terrible. The blonde woman bucked and heaved on the bar, tossing her head and screaming in panic, as the ape slowly inserted more and more of his cock up her asshole. Finally, the pain grew too great, and the world went mercifully black...

Darkness... then the far away roaring of the falls... and then pain. Pain in her pussy and asshole; a deep ache that promised more as she approached full consciousness. Then her back. It felt as though it had been rubbed with sandpaper until it was raw, burning and itching... Her stomach too was bruised, but that pain faded into insignificance as consciousness brought home to her the intensity of the pain between her thighs.

Her green eyes, when she finally opened them, were full of tears. She was lying on her back, still in the gorilla enclosure, still naked.
With a groan, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked around. None of the gorillas were anywhere near her, although she noticed that Kagu was staring menacingly downward from his perch on top of the platform. The others gorillas were scattered around the enclosure, sleeping.

Time, she decided, to get the hell out of there.

She rolled over and started to crawl slowly away, hoping to avoid attracting the apes' attention. She got about two yards before she was caught up by something around her ankle. Something cold and hard. Puzzled, she turned her head and looked back.

There, wrapped tightly around her ankle and locked on, was a chain. Her eyes traced the metal links as they ran from her imprisoned ankle along the ground of the enclosure up to one of the thick, metal bars that formed the base of the platform structure. The chain was wrapped around one of those bars and locked.

"What the fuck..."

"Do you like it?" came a voice from behind her, almost yelling to be heard over the falls. "It's not particularly elegant - oh my, not elegant at all - but it'll do I think."

The blonde woman turned to see Jerome Hanson smiling down at her from a few yards away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled, slowly gathering her courage. She got to her feet and, almost as an afterthought, crossed her arms over her exposed breasts. "Are you nuts?"

"Not a bit of it," the man laughed. "Oh, my no. I just happened to wander in while you and Kagu were having... were 'going at it', so to speak. Yes, I believe that's right. Quite a sight. You two lovebirds seemed to be having so much fun..." Annie felt herself turning bright red. "...that I thought you should spend some time together."

Annie stared at him, her mouth open. "You *are* c-crazy," she stammered. "You can't keep me here. People will look for me; someone has to tend the enclosure and take care of the apes."

Hanson smirked. "Don't you remember? You resigned. When the staff come in tomorrow, they'll find your locker empty and your resignation up on the board."
"But..."

"And as for maintenance, well, I don't really have enough money in the budget to take on any new staff at this time. Absolutely not. So I'll have to take that duty on myself. Of course, you'll still be the one 'taking care' of the apes, I expect."

Annie looked stunned for a moment, staring blankly, and then: "You bastard!" she cried, lunging at him. A look of panic crossed his pink face, but the chain caught her ankle pulled her up short and she fell backwards onto the ground.

"Now now," the man taunted, breathing heavily. "No need to get violent. No need whatsoever. It won't be so bad." He gestured around the enclosure. "You'll have plenty to eat, although you may become a little sick of fruit and raw vegetables after a while. Your chain gives you the freedom of almost the entire room, and your furry friends... well, I'm sure they'll be more than happy to keep you entertained. More than happy."

"Nooo..." The blonde woman was crying now, crouched on her hands and knees in front of him. "Please, Jerome... don't d-do this..."

"Well..."

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," she told him. "P-please don't..."

"Well, maybe if you..."

"What?"

"Maybe if you were to..."

"What?" Annie looked up, hope on her face.

"Suck my cock. If I may put it plainly."

She let out a sigh, deflated. "Oh god..."

"It's up to you," he told her.

The blonde woman, still crouching, looked around the enclosure for a moment, then looked down at the chain on her ankle, and then back up at her tormentor. There were tears in her eyes. And a look of resignation.

"Alright," she croaked, "I'll do it."

"Nicely, mind you."

He stepped forward.

And so Annie, her long, slender fingers trembling with loathing as she undid his zipper and slid his fat, damp prick from his pants, did it nicely.

Drawing upon every ounce of skill and experience she possessed, she gave this man she hated the best blowjob of his life. Holding the repulsive organ delicately in her fingers, she flicked and slid her tongue along the outside of his cock, bringing it fully to life before engulfing it in her warm, wet mouth and hungrily bobbing her face up and down on it.


She sucked and slurped at the cock as hard as she could, until it began to twitch and spasm in her mouth; and then she opened her throat to accept it deeper and deeper until, finally, her nose was buried in his sweaty crotch hair.

When he finally came, she drank his cum down like it was the finest wine, even licking the last drops off the tip of his cock and smacking her lips. And, when she finally pulled her face away from his cock, Jerome Hanson leaned down, and whispered in her ear: "That *was* nice. And a good thing too; if I have my way, that'll be the last human cock you ever touch."

"Wha..." She pulled her face away from his hands.

"I don't imagine such skill will be necessary to satisfy your new masters."

"Nooo..." She let out a scream, grabbing at him as he danced out of reach.

"Not a bit of it. I expect they will have more... shall I say, basic needs."

"You..."

"See you tomorrow," he laughed, moving towards the door "At feeding time."
Hanson ignored her cries and insults. As he turned for one last look, he saw that Kagu had climbed down from his position on the platform and was approaching the screaming woman.

She must have sensed his approach, because she stopped yelling and turned just as he came up to her; the blonde woman tried to scramble away from the menacing gorilla, but was once again caught up short by her chain.

Hanson watched in fascination, as the massive, black-haired mountain gorilla, Kagu forced his former keeper to her hands and knees and jammed his cock into her from behind. Annie's mouth opened in a scream of horror, but even here, inside the enclosure, it was drowned out by the falls.

No danger of anyone hearing. No danger of anyone interrupting.

Ever.

Smiling to himself, Hanson stepped outside and closed the door behind himself. Pocketing the only set of keys, he walked away, whistling.

A LOVELY GIRL


There was a hurriedly-called town meeting at the junior high gym, to discuss what might be done about the maniac who was terrorizing the area, so I knew there was no one else at home. Very stupid or very trusting people. Also no near neighbors, so I went in through her bedroom window. The girl had stayed home from school that day with the flu and hadn't gone to the meeting with her family. Now she was sleeping on her back, only partly covered by a sheet, wearing a boy's old sport shirt.

A sweet face with wide, full lips. Most important, a long swanlike neck. A really lovely girl; she'd be a beauty if she grew up. I clamped a hand hard over her mouth. She woke instantly and began struggling in desperation. Then I showed her the .38, first a side-view so she'd know what it was, and then a view directly into the end of the barrel, an inch from her eye.

She wasn't stupid or naive; she knew already what I wanted and began to tremble. I made a 'silence' gesture with my trigger finger and smiled. She swallowed and nodded once, her blue eyes wide and terrified, and I took my hand away from her mouth.

I wrapped my fist around her pale blonde ponytail and yanked her to a sitting position. I could tell it hurt and I regretted that, but it kept her hands busy trying to hold onto her hair as she moved.

I ripped the top sheet off the bed with my other hand. Then I motioned to her shirt. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned it and shrugged it off.

She was thirteen years old, just beginning to develop real breasts, but her nipples stood erect because of her fear. I've seen that before.

She was a swimmer and her figure was trim and slender with no baby fat. A nice body for thirteen. I gripped her ponytail and yanked her flat on her back again; her shallow breasts jiggled and she cried out in pain.

I pointed to her white cotton panties. She tried to shake her head but couldn't.

"Please . . . ," she whispered, and the tears trickled down the sides of her face. I brought the muzzle of the revolver to bear again and raised an eyebrow.

She shut her eyes tightly and pushed her panties down as far as she could reach, and I pulled them slowly off her.
She had long legs, slender and tanned like the rest of her, with long athletic muscles. Slender ankles and small feet, too. I was right; she really was a very pretty girl.

She was also a natural blonde. Her pubic hair was light and sparse and the crevice below it was completely bare.

I wondered if she was still a virgin. One could never tell these days, even with a girl her age. I spread her legs and motioned for her to bend and raise her knees so her genitals were open and exposed.

I moved my hand from her ponytail to her throat and while she was dealing with that, I shoved the four-inch barrel of my gun into her.

She jerked in terror and tried to cry out, but my hand on her windpipe allowed only a small, scratchy sound to escape. I
withdrew the muzzle and noted the dark blood on the end. A small amount of blood was also trickling from between her legs.

I pulled her back up to a sitting position and then slapped her hard across the face five or six times, knocking her back on the bed in a half-conscious daze. I took the opportunity to set the revolver on the floor and flip her over on her stomach. The technique has proved useful.

I pulled the already looped and knotted hemp cord from the pocket of my sweatsuit and quickly tied her wrists firmly to the posts at the foot of her bed. Her arms were stretched almost out of their sockets.

Then I tied her ankles to the corners of the headboard, pulling the slip-knots tight. I satisfied myself that she couldn't move by plucking the cords like guitar strings. She was drawn but she hadn't been quartered yet.

I picked up the panties she had reluctantly removed, reached under her firm little bottom, and stuffed them into her to staunch the bleeding.

There was no footboard to get in the way and she hung off the end of her bed facing the floor, her ponytail dangling down the side of her neck.


She emerged from her daze and discovered her immobility. She tugged unsuccessfully at the cord and began to whimper again, but I was holding the gun.

I knelt on the floor and lifted her head by her hair so she could see my face. Then I spoke for the first time since entering her room.

"Darling, what we're going to do is have sex. You already know that, don't you?"

She was unable to speak and I felt her feeble attempt to nod.

"But we're not going to do it the way you probably think. You're bleeding, remember? No, we'll do it another way."

I let her head flop back as I stood and heard her teeth crack against the top of the wooden footboard. I dug into my other pocket and then pulled off my sweatsuit and moved around to the side of the bed.

I set the revolver on the sheet, snug against her hip.

Then I knelt between her trembling legs, uncapped the nearly empty tube of K-Y I had brought with me, and covered my middle finger with it. When I pushed the finger into her, her buttocks jerked and tightened, and she gasped with shock.

"Loosen up and this will be easier." I made a hook of my finger and lifted. She stifled a cry and made an apparent effort to relax.

"That's better, now." I smeared more of the jelly on the head of my cock, which was now fully erect, and leaned forward, placing the tip against the brown ridges of her sphincter.

I have found it's easiest to do this part quickly, so I took a breath and shoved hard. She cried out when the head popped into her and began sobbing when I thrust forward.

"No, please," she begged tearfully. "Please, don't! It hurts!" A nice touch, I had to admit.


Two more hard thrusts, and she was impaled to the hilt. A young girl's hole is always a snug fit, but this one's slender build seemed to include a particularly tight, particularly long rectal passage.

Then, as I put my weight across her smooth, warm body, I felt a sudden wetness around my balls. She had lost control and peed in her bed.

The aroma of a young girl's urine is heady and acrid -- probably something to do with puberty. I enjoyed the added effect.

I penetrated her again and again, increasing the tempo as her natural moisture improved the lubrication. She was sobbing loudly in syncopation with my movements and I reached under and cupped her little breasts in my hands, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples. She wailed even louder.

"Keep making so much noise, and I might not ever stop."

She managed to smother her sobs and I let go of her breasts, raising myself up on my elbows in preparation for the completion of this phase. After a couple of minutes of increasingly forceful jabs, I could feel my cock getting harder, then starting to throb.

I climaxed, ejaculating into her intestines. Each throbbing pulse sent a hot, sitcky glob of sperm deep up inside her guts.

The throbs were so hard, and there was so much sperm that each spurt brought a short grunt from the helpless little girl I was sodomizing.

I rested atop her a moment to regain my breath, then pulled out of her ass. There were small flecks of brown around the head of my cock, as I knew there would be. As I backed up on my knees, I was careful to drag my balls through the aromatic puddle she had made.

I climbed off the bed and stretched my arms to get the kinks out, then checked the cords around her slender ankles. Her toes were turning blue. I licked the sole of her right foot and it twitched and her toes tried to curl, so she still had some feeling.

I went back to the foot of the bed, knelt, and lifted her ponytail. Her eyes were blue and red now from crying; not very attractive.

One front tooth had broken on the footboard and a gash where she had bitten her lip dribbled blood down her chin. She should be more careful about her appearance. I gave her head a shake to get her attention.

"Now, what I'm going to do is put my cock in your mouth, and you're going to lick it and suck on it. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

She hesitated and then whispered "Yeth."

I knelt again before her face, naked this time. Her mouth was at just the right height. I reached under her body and pinched her nipple again, hard. She winced but made no sound; she was learning.

My cock was erect again and trembling. I pulled the rubber band off her hair so it scattered over her shoulders.

I put down the .38 and gathered a fistful of hair at each temple, then raised her head and brushed her beautiful lips with the tip of my cock.

"Lick it, darling. And keep your eyes open."

Her little red tongue came out and tentatively touched the underside of the head. She could smell and probably taste her own body on it.

"Show some enthusiasm, darling, or I'll hurt you. Really hurt you."

Her eyes showed comprehension. She knew I meant it.
She began swabbing her tongue around the tip, licking it like a Tootsie Pop.

I moved closer and raised the angle so she could lick up and down the length of it. I lifted it still higher and she began licking my balls without prompting. For a beginner, she was pretty good. Or her fear overrode her natural nervousness. I've seen that before, too.

"You've never done this with a boy, have you? What's the farthest you've gone with a boy? Answer me, and tell the truth." She was weeping again.

"No, I haven't," she whimpered. "I let a boy feel my tits once, out in the field."

A naughty girl, but I always preferred being the first. A young girl needs an experienced, older man her first time.
But enough foreplay. I repositioned myself.

"Now we're going inside. Suck on the head and run your tongue around it."

She took it in like a trooper and sucked like she knew her life depended on it. Her mouth was drying up, though.

I withdrew myself and bent her head back against the nape of her slender neck.

"Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, darling. Stop crying now."

She followed instructions and I spat a large wad of saliva into her mouth. She only gagged once.

"Don't swallow now, you're going to need that."

I lowered her head and pushed back into her mouth. She began sucking again. Much better. It was my spit, after all, and I knew where it had been.

"Very good. Now I'm going to fuck your face, darling -- and if you bite me, I will hurt you a great deal."

I clenched my fists in her hair for emphasis and she whimpered again.

I began to plunge in and out of her mouth, but she couldn't keep her teeth out of the way. Well, that wasn't really her fault.

I shifted one hand to the top of her head and took a tighter grip on her hair. Then I hooked two fingers over her bottom teeth and held her lower jaw down.

I began pushing my pulsating cock into the back of her mouth and then down her throat.

She gagged in earnest and her breath, what little she could draw, whistled in and out of her nostrils. I felt the warmness stir my pubic hair.

I was becoming concerned that she might strangle before I could finish, but at least she hadn't thrown up. A few dry heaves was the most she could manage.

That was another reason why late night was best: Most young girls had very little in their stomachs by that hour. And, of course, she hadn't eaten because of the flu.

Glancing at her hands, I saw that she had pulled so hard on the slip-knotted cords that several of her fingers were turning deep purple from lack of circulation. I

could feel my orgasm rising and I rammed my bloated cock into her throat as hard and as deep as I could. On the last lunge, I stretched her jaw a fraction lower and my balls bounced into her mouth as well.

I let go of her jaw then, because she already could hardly breath and now my hair was poking up her nostrils.

She hadn't the strength or the presence of mind to bite me. I strained forward as I began to cum deep down her throat. I locked my fingers behind her head and pulled her face even tighter against my crotch.

I jerked several times as I continued to come, glob after glob of thick, slimy sperm gushed out of my cock. The first couple of spurts filled her throat so I pulled back an inch or so, then rammed forward, shoving all that sperm in one, almost solid mass straight down her throat.

I came for a long time, and had to"plunge" the cum down her throat three more times. She was flopping around like a fish, eyes bugged out, and convulsing as her air disappeared.

I waited another two or three minutes until I felt her neck muscles go slack and her body sag. Then another minute, just to be sure.

Finally, I extricated my genitals from her mouth. Her lower jaw remained open at an unusual angle. Probably unhinged on one side. No need to leave her like that.

I probed the back corner of her mandible with two fingers and found the spot, then gave the lower front of her jaw an openhanded blow that snapped it back into place. Her jaw was undoubtedly broken now, but it looked better.



I went into her bathroom and splashed water on my face and washed the residue off my genitals, and dried myself with one of her towels, and brushed my hair with her brush. I went back into her bedroom and put on my sweatsuit.

Looking around, I remembered to pick up the tube of K-Y. Its smooth surface was an excellent place to leave prints. I knew from experience that the coarse hemp cord wouldn't take prints so I left her tied.

Anyway, I could see a few white wrist bones surrounded by chewed-looking flesh. The cord had tightened so far into her wrists and ankles, it would be impossible to remove it without taking some of her with it. All of her had to stay here, though.

I wasn't sure about the panties. Could that thin cotton fabric retain prints? I reached over and pulled the wad of bloody, urine- stained cloth from her vagina, and went back into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.
I paused again at the bedside and gently stroked the soft hairs on the curve of her neck, her tanned shoulderblades, down her spine to the small of her back, across her warm little bottom.

Yes, a lovely, lovely girl. But I could spare no more time for affection.

I had to get back to the town meeting, so I could be seen to leave with my wife and everyone else when it broke up.

Then we would go home together and discover Carol's abused body and call the police.

LISA'S GANG-BANG (17 guys)



I first got into making pornos when I was sixteen. I guess you could say I got caught up with the wrong crowd. I was drinking and smoking pot and doing coke all the time. I was having a great time. I never went to school, but when I did, I would always wear my shortest mini skirt and my nastiest pumps.

I loved to tease all the male teachers. I knew what they really wanted to teach me. Most of the girls hated me, but I was pretty popular with the guys. They called me the redheaded Kelli Bundy. I didn't like the comparison too much though, mostly because I know my body is a little better than hers and I am way prettier than Christina Applegate.

Anyway, I couldn't hang with the high school scene, so I'd just party all day with my girlfriend Tracy. We'd hang-out with dealers and partiers and all kinds of trippy people and have fun. Neither of us were very innocent about it though, I mean these guys weren't giving us coke and letting us hang out with them because they admired our minds exactly, but we didn't care. We were having a great time and I loved the lifestyle, I loved being a complete sixteen year old coke-whore.

That's how we were first introduced to Mike. He was an older guy, in his forties I think. He was a coke dealer and played guitar in a band. He was a really cool guy.

One day I was partying over at his apartment alone and we were both pretty high. We'd been fucking and taking Polaroids, mostly of me, when he asked me if I'd ever do a porno.

He told me I could get all the coke I wanted and I could make some serious cash. He said I could easily make a $1000 bucks for one scene. At first I wasn't sure, but after awhile he talked me into it. After that, he introduced me to all kinds of people in the porno industry.

He was right, I got to do all the coke I wanted and I made big bucks. I was loving it. I started off making amateur pornos but I made it into the big time, high-gloss productions. No one really knew my age and no one really asked. My first year in the business, I made 42 films. I guess I was a "porno-queen."

At first I was secretive about it and I didn't even tell Tracy. But, after a while, I told her and even got her involved in it.
She stayed low key and only made a couple low-budget amateur flicks. We even did one scene together. That was a lot of fun.

Then last week, Mike called me up and said he had something for me if I was interested. He said it was a quality flick and I'd have one oral scene and one scene with two guys. They wanted some double penetration shots with the two guys: mouth and pussy, mouth and ass, pussy and ass.

I'd done all that before so I said, "Sure." The place was out in the country so I'd have to drive out and he gave me directions.

That morning I woke up early and worked out. I showered and washed my long hair, which takes forever, shaved my pussylips and trimmed my muff all nice and pretty. I finally left around eleven am. I was ready for my part.

Of course after driving for hours I realized that I was lost in the middle of nowhere. It was only about 3 pm so I still had plenty of time to get there. I saw the next farmhouse up ahead and thought I'd stop for directions and maybe use their phone.

When I pulled into the driveway, a cloud of dust passed me up. I heard my heels click on the concrete as I stepped out. I looked down at my bare legs and realized that I was dressed pretty slutty for these parts: I was wearing a super-short, inch-below-bush black mini, a half-shirt with no bra, and 5 inch black pumps. I had let my long red hair just flow out all natural.

I should have just left when I knocked on the door and no one answered, but I went around back.

My heels clicked on the cement as I walked up the driveway. When I turned the corner I saw seven or eight pickup trucks parked in front of the huge barn there. I could see people inside so I walked across the little dirty, dusty field towards it.

I walked between the trucks and, as I stepped out on the barn side, I saw fifteen or so guys there. They had ping pong set up inside the barn and they were laughing and talking and drinking beer from kegs.


When they saw me they started to whistle and say shit but I just said, "Hi, uh, I need some help."

They all laughed and said things like, "I can help you out baby; right here baby; I can fix you."

I was trying to ask directions when one of the guys said, "Hey, I've seen you before."

A couple more of the guys said, "Yea, I've seen her too."

Then one of them said, "Hey aren't you that porno star Lisa XXX?" I guess all the guys there had seen my movies because they all kind of said, "Yea, that's her man."

"Shit, check it out, we have a real live porno queen here boys."

"Yea, man I saw her suck two cocks at once one time, and they both came on her face and on those nice little tits."

"Yea I saw her take it in the ass and pussy at the same time from two guys with at least foot long cocks."

I really didn't say anything, I just started to back up. One of the guys said ,"Hey, come on baby, party with us." All the guys started to cheer.

I said, "No, I gotta go. I have an appointment." That's when I backed right into this huge older guy. I heard his deep voice behind me, "Well, well, well, what do we have here."

One of the guys shouted out, "She's a porno queen boss!"

"Yea, I recognized her when she pulled up. Nice car too. You must have sucked a lot of cock to get that, huh honey?"

All the guys laughed and howled, I knew I was in trouble now.

"You know what missy," He said, "We got a lot of cock right here." Then I felt his big hand on the center of my back and he kind of pushed me out into the middle of the group of guys that now surrounded me.

The boss guy said, "Why don't you dance for us sweety?"

I just kind of whispered, "No, uh, I really have to go, if you guys could just give me directions, uh." The guys closed in closer to me and I said, "Come on you guys, just let me go."

Then, I don't know, it's really kind of sick, but I just looked at the guys in their cowboy hats and dusty jeans with big shiny belt buckles, their broad, sweaty chests, and mixed with my fear, I started to get really turned-on.

One of them said, "We're going to party with you babe."

Then they closed in on me. I felt big hands grabbing my wrists and arms. The guys tugged me back to the hood of one of the pickup trucks. I just stood there helpless. I tried to get away a little, but I felt submissive. I kind of half whispered, "No, I've never done anything like this before."

I don't know if any of them heard me. I don't think that it would matter if they had. Their big, rough hands held me tight, god they felt so strong. I again pleaded, "No." but I wanted it.

One of the guys pulled my half-shirt up and exposed my tits to all the guys. I struggled a little to pull free. They cheered and whistled as he started to suck on my nipples. I closed my eyes.

Then I felt a hand go up my skirt and past my G-string and I felt a finger slip into my completely wet and horny pussy. My knees went weak and I almost sank down to the ground. The guy laughed,

"Hey, this bitch is totally wet man, she loves it!"

That's when the guys kind of loosened their grip on me and I pulled my hands free and put them on the head of the guy sucking on my tits. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned slightly, "Oh, yea."

Other guys came in and kissed me and groped my body. I french kissed guy after guy and let them squeeze my tits and butt and finger bang my pussy. I wasn't struggling now, I wanted these guys to gang-bang me. I'd fucked a lot of guys on video but I'd never done a gang-bang, this was incredible. I'd never been surrounded by so much cock in my life, I was just uncontrollably turned-on.
I saw some of the guys start to pull their cocks out. That's what I wanted. I reached out and squeezed and stroked a couple of them. They felt warm and heavy in my hands.

Then someone tugged on my tight little stretch mini-skirt. So I wiggled out of it and let it fall to the ground. A deep voice whispered, "Take off your top baby." So I pulled my half- shirt off and tossed it on the hood of the pickup. I stood there in just my little black G-string and pumps surrounded by guys.
They whistled and cheered. Big guys with beards, some with rough stubble grabbed me and kissed me, sticking their tongues in my mouth. Hands reached in and groped at my tits and ass. I felt fingers playing with my pussy. I was pulled this way and that. They were handling me pretty rough, but I was loving it.

A big blonde guy came in and grabbed me. He kind of pulled me away from the others. I looked up into green eyes and then he kissed me hard. His big tongue filled my mouth. Then he held me away and said, "You want to suck my cock, baby?"

I smiled submissively and whispered, "Yes." I kept looking into his eyes as I sank down to my knees. Then I looked at the head of his cock. I touched it with the tip of my tongue. The other guys cheered. Then I kissed it and licked under the head, up and down his veiny shaft. It was hot and rigid. I closed my eyes as I felt it pass between my lips.

At first, I sucked the head, then deeper and deeper into my mouth each time. I sucked and swirled my tongue under his cock as I felt his large veiny shaft slip in and out of my hard pressed lips as I bobbed up and down on it while the other guys watched and cheered. I looked up into his eyes and he moaned as he looked down at me. I sucked harder and faster until I felt his cock flare super hard and I knew he was going to cum.

I kept sucking, concentrating on the head with my tongue, until he groaned and started to shutter a little, then his cock started to spasm in my mouth and he began to shoot his load. His hot, salty cum filled my mouth with force as he came hard. With each shot of cum he'd groan,

"Oh, yea. Oh, yea. Oh, yea."

I just swallowed it down, letting it coat my mouth and tongue and throat. When I pulled my mouth off his spent cock, I looked up into his eyes and smiled.
He looked down and said, "You sure can suck cock baby." Then I felt another hot shaft on my cheek. I still looked up into his eyes as I turned and sucked this other guy's cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt this new one slip in and out from my lips and swirling tongue.

I bobbed up and down on that one until I opened my eyes and saw the guys all lined up and crowded around me. They had their cocks out so I just went from one to another, to another, to another, to another.

The guys kept trading off. Each cock tasted and felt different in my mouth. I was loving this semi- circle suck line-up. I was always switching between three or four cocks. Sucking and stroking, guys reached in and groped my tits or fingered my pussy.

My pussy ached from sucking so much cock, I wanted to be fucked. I finally pulled my lips off the cock I was sucking and layed back on the cool floor and spread my legs. It was a little scratchy and dusty, but that was the last thing on my mind.

I closed my eyes as I felt guys kneel down on either side of my head, then I felt their cocks on both sides of my mouth: brushing on my lips and nose and chin. I turned to suck on one then back to the other. I looked up to see guys standing all around me watching and cheering and laughing and stroking their hard-ons.

I felt big hands grab the back of my legs and push them up. I looked down to see my black pumps high up in the air as this big hairy guy climbed on top of me. He yanked my G-string to the side and I felt his cock plunge into me. I gasped and shuttered at his intrusion.

I closed my eyes and sucked on a thick veiny cock as he pounded between my legs, his huge thighs slammed hard into me again and again, I could feel his big balls slapping my asshole.

Then he pulled out and another guy found my little hole and stretched it out as he slipped it inside. He fucked me hard and then pulled out. Guy after guy fucked me and switched to another one of his buddies. They tag-teamed me as they took turns on my mouth, then my pussy, then back to my mouth. I was sucking and fucking and gasping and sweating as these guys gang-banged me.

Then I started to cum. I was squealing and moaning and writhing around on the ground. I just clenched up at one point. I had a cock all the way down my throat and a guy gyrating on my pussy. The guys cheered and stomped and whistled. The guy fucking me slammed hard and deep into me. He started to groan and shutter as he buried it all the way inside and came.

I was just on a plateau, floating. My ears rang and my whole body tingled and vibrated as I laid there glowing. He pulled out and another big cowboy pushed in and filled my pussy with his cock. He fucked me hard and fast and shot his load inside me too. I could tell the guys were all close to cumming.

I knew I was in for a completely sloppy, cum-dripping, gang- bang finale when two of the guys climbed over my face so that I could get both of their cock heads into my mouth at the same time. Then they both started to cum. I'd never had so much cum pumped into my mouth at once before: I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed but they just kept cumming. I felt the guy between my legs fucking and cumming inside. I think I was giving a new meaning to sloppy seconds to this bunch of cowboys.

Just as the guys pulled their cocks from my lips, another guy leaned in and started to cum all over my face and lips and nose. Stream after stream splattered on my face. I opened my mouth and some squirted into my cum coated mouth and licking tongue. My eyes were closed but I could feel and hear guys cumming on my tits and I reached down and smeared it all over and pinched my nipples. I just kept saying,

"Oh, yea. Give it to me. Fuck me."

Another cock found my mouth and I eagerly sucked on it as a new guy's cock squished the cum out of my pussy as it slipped inside.

I kept sucking and fucking and swallowing and stroking and cumming as these guys kept gang-banging me, guy after guy, cock after cock, cumming all over my tits and face and in my mouth and in my pussy, until everyone of them had cum, some twice I think, but didn't care, I was loving it.

I don't know how many loads I swallowed or how many of the guys came in my pussy, but I had their cum all over me: all over my face, all over my nose and lips, it was running down my cheeks and chin and pooled up on my neck; it was splattered in my hair which was pretty wet from the sweaty gang-fucking already.
Sperm was smeared all over my tits and stomach and my belly button was a little pool of sweat and cum; my muff was a gooey, matted, cum filled mess; cum was flooding out of my completely loose and sloppy pussy and was smeared all over my ass and inner thighs as I layed there in a daze, totally exhausted with my legs spread wide open, sweating and breathing heavy. It was over. God it was incredible!!!

Now I know why Tracy strips at bachelor parties. I've asked her if she's ever gang-banged a party before, but she's always denied it. Yea, right. After what I experienced, I think I may start stripping, not for cash, but for kicks.

REMEMBERING

Do I remember? Yes, Doctor, I remember the incident very clearly. It was on my thirteenth birthday and my brother, David, who was nearly eighteen, told me it was time -- according to tradition -- for me to be "initiated" as a woman. I had just started having regular periods a few months earlier and I thought "How neat!" I didn't know there *was* a traditional ceremony when you started menstruating... which shows you just how naive I was.

He told me to strip down to my underwear, and I trusted my big brother -- I almost worshipped him, truthfully -- so I did it. Anyway, there was never much of a nudity taboo around our house so it wasn't any big thing.

When I was down to my bra and panties, David had me lie across this big leather ottoman that belongs to Dad's favorite Chesterfield chair in the study. He held my arms down along the legs of this thing and fastened down my wrists with lots of adhesive tape. I don't know what I thought was going to happen. The tape didn't hurt and I guess maybe I was expecting "birthday licks" with a paddle or something. David was giving me this hokey evil grin but he always was a big tease.

Anyway, I was stretched out flat across the ottoman and it was so large, and I was so small, the back edge came all the way to my waist and bent me right in half. My knees barely touched the carpet. And David had rolled up a couple of big bath towels and tucked them under my hips crosswise so my little virgin ass stuck up even more.

Pardon me? Oh. No, I wasn't exactly frightened at that point. Nervous, sure. Maybe a little apprehensive. But like I said, I was naive. I was squirming around and warning David he'd better not hurt me,... but I was laughing and giggling, too. It all seemed like kind of a game until he put the tape across my mouth. I didn't like that at all... but, of course, by then it was too late to complain or yell.

David moved out of my range of vision and a moment later he peeled my panties right down to my knees. Now, *that* was embarrassing! I was kind of afraid he was going to leave me there like that for our parents to discover when they got home. Anyway, I could hardly move at all. There was a long pause, and then a stinging, open-handed slap on my butt made me jerk and squeal. I

I remember thinking I was going to *get* him for that! I wouldn't tattle on him, of course, but I'd come up with some embarrassing prank to pull on him.
He slapped me on my bare ass a few more times, waiting long enough in between that I wasn't sure it was going to happen again -- until it did. I just squawked from behind the tape and steadied myself by holding on tight to the legs of the ottoman.

Then he stopped spanking me and said something like "Now, this will feel better." And he slid a couple of fingers between my legs from behind, stroking the edges of my pussy.

Now, you have to understand something, Doctor: I was one of those adolescent girls who was very, very nervous about the sexual feelings I was beginning to have.

I was embarrassed and a little scared by the tingles I used to feel in my breasts and crotch when I was around certain boys I knew. A couple of my friends at pajama parties had told how they'd learned to masturbate, and how great it felt, and even how they had jerked off boys.

Frankly, I was bewildered by the whole thing. My parents were very uptight and would *never* talk to me about such things, so I really was appallingly ignorant.

So when David started touching me like that, especially because he was behind me where I couldn't see him and I couldn't move or talk, I was kind of frozen in shock. I didn't react or move at all. And when he pushed one finger way up inside me, I moaned because now I was frightened.

But my brother said "You like that, don't you, kid?" and put a second finger inside me and wriggled them around.

I stiffened and tried to jerk back, but I went in the wrong direction and the movement made his fingers penetrate even deeper.

David said something like "Boy, you *are* hot for it!" And he took his fingers out. I was too rattled even to cry.

After a minute or so, when all I could hear was the rustle of clothing, David moved around where I could see him. He was completely naked.

I'd seen him without clothes before, but only by accident. And he had an enormous erection that he was slowly stroking with one hand.

"Since you're such a hot little thing, I'm going to fan your flames real good," he said.
That sounds terribly corny, doesn't it, Doctor? I suppose he thought he was being romantic.

But he knelt there for a couple of minutes with his eyes half-shut, fondling his dick two inches from my face. Then he smiled and leaned over and kissed me on the back of the neck, and then he moved back around behind me.

I tried to scrunch up against the ottoman and close my thighs together as tightly as I could, but I couldn't get any traction with my knees against the carpet.

David's hands closed firmly around my ankles and pulled my legs back and apart. Then he moved up really close behind my ass, his penis hot as it brushed against my thigh and his knees keeping my own knees separated.

I felt something that was both hard and soft rub up and down against my cunt, dividing the lips and spreading them open. It took a few seconds before I realized it must be his penis.

That kind of woke me out of my daze and I started thumping my forehead against the ottoman and making groaning sounds and writhing around trying to avoid him.

But he just laughed and said "Patience, kid, we'll get there!" I think he honestly thought I was horny as hell and *wanted* him to fuck me. Yeah, I know -- maybe I shouldn't be so understanding or charitable.

And all of a sudden, his dick was sliding into me, bumping against the end, moving in and out, and he was holding my hips steady as he kept ramming it into me, and I was beginning to get hysterical, and wanted to cry and scream and all that, but the damn tape---

Sorry, Doctor, sorry. I know I have to be calmer in telling this. I can't break down now, not after all that's happened. Just let me take a couple of deep breaths; that always helps....

Okay. I'm okay now.

Anyway, David just kept fucking me like that, pushing hard and then even harder, and after a few minutes he banged into me so hard it felt like he was going to poke a hole through the end of my vagina. And he held me there rigidly and made strange little sounds and jerked a few times as he shot off into me.

Since I was so small and the fit was so tight, a lot of his stuff immediately leaked out and oozed down my leg. I could feel it and I was terrified that it might be blood, but when he finally pulled out, he checked between my legs and said something about there being only a small spot of blood and that I'd lost my virginity "like a pro."

I shook my head back and forth and moaned again, trying to get him to understand that I wanted that damn tape off my mouth, but either he didn't understand what I wanted or he was afraid I was going to scream my head off.

Honestly, I can't remember whether I intended to scream or not. I just wanted my mouth free.

David moved around in front of me again and squeezed his dick to make a little more semen ooze out. That's when I understood what that wet feeling was on my thigh.

"Did you come, kid?" he wanted to know.

I wasn't even sure what he was talking about but I shook my head, trying not to look at the way his cock glistened with the moisture that had been inside my cunt a moment before. It kind of struck me that maybe I was a "woman" now, having been fucked and all.

The fact that it was my older brother who had done it didn't seem to make much difference. But I looked up at him with the most pleading expression I could invent.

He seemed thoughtful and asked me if I wanted him to take the tape off my mouth. I nodded my head so vigorously I banged my chin and bit my tongue. He reached down and took hold of one corner of the tape and paused. "You're not going to make a lot of noise, are you?" I shook my head "no."

"Because I wouldn't like that," he went on. "I'd have to tell Mom and Dad how you made me screw you, how you talked me into it and all."

I knew he could do it, too, and they would believe him. My brother was a very persuasive person when he wanted to be. So I shook my head again, and raised my eyebrows, and hunched my shoulders in a kind of submissive way. I just wanted to get rid of that damned, choking tape!

So he peeled it off slowly and smoothly, being careful not to hurt me -- which is ironic, isn't it, now that I think of it. David didn't want to hurt me.
I licked my lips, which were kind of sticky, and whispered "I won't say anything to anyone, David, I promise."

He studied my face and slowly nodded. But he didn't untape my wrists and I was afraid to ask. Doctor, that was the first time in my life I'd ever been afraid of my brother. It was not a nice feeling.

David knelt beside the ottoman and his hands began wandering over my ass and between my legs again. His fingers were poking and exploring everywhere and,... well, he started rubbing one finger over my clit, which felt much larger and more sensitive than it ever had before.

I don't know whether he knew what he was doing or whether he just got lucky, but it suddenly felt like my soul was centered in my clitoris. As he rubbed his fingertips slowly across the head of it, I started to jerk and buck like I was being electrocuted. And, God, how I moaned! I was completely shameless,

Doctor. I'd just been raped -- there's certainly no other word for it -- and there I was, trying to squat down on his hand even farther and stretching my legs as far apart as I could.

David just said "Wow"... which, I guess, meant he was impressed.

And I found I was begging him to untie my hands, but not to stop what he was doing, either. After maybe three or four minutes of sexual self-torture, I had my first orgasm ever. All my leg muscles twitched, and my butt vibrated, and my lower back kind of spasmed.

The most incredible, revelatory experience possible for a completely inexperienced thirteen-year-old.

Then he stopped and took his hand away and, God help me, I wanted more!

I was actually sobbing "Don't stop, don't stop!" like a crazy person.

But he had only paused to finally untape my hands. He had to tell me several times to hold still because I was twisting and writhing around so much. And as soon as one hand was free, it flew straight to my crotch.

Then both hands were free and I was lying on my back on the floor, holding my labia apart with one hand and feverishly strumming myself with the other.

David was sitting on the ottoman while this was going on, watching with a kind of awe as I masturbated, as if he were Aladdin and I was the Genie.
I don't remember whether he had an erection just then or not, but pretty soon he was on the floor in front of me, gripping my kneecaps and insisting he could help.

What he did was to push my knees up and out so my ass was pointing at the ceiling. Curling up my spine like that did give me better access to my pussy, I guess, but he wasn't just being helpful.

Doctor, have you ever been ass-fucked? Don't look so startled: You're the psychologist, not me. People do it all the time. I'm told that it's sometimes frightening or at least distasteful even to adventurous college students.

But think what it would be like for a newly de-virginized adolescent....

Actually, David *was* being helpful, but mostly to himself. He dipped several fingers deep into my cunt and came out with a handful of juice, which he lathered on his cock like hand lotion. Then he slid a finger into my upturned ass and moistened it.

I barely noticed what he was doing -- hell, I was up in the clouds somewhere.

But I sure as hell noticed when he got a grip on my gaping crotch with both hands and began pushing his penis into my rectum. The pain was almost enough to overcome the ecstatic throbbing of my clit -- almost. As it was, I stiffened and tried to lower my legs -- David kept a tight hold and wouldn't let me -- and I moaned and sobbed even louder than before.


It was probably a real turn-on for someone who was into that kind of dominance thing and my brother was turning out to be one of those people.
He'd push in some, then withdraw a little, then grunt and push again -- only harder. After a few minutes, he was pretty much all the way in and he paused to catch his breath. He let go of my legs but the fit was so tight, I was like a nut threaded onto a bolt. I couldn't move.

And then he began seriously fucking my ass and the real pain hit me. He got enough lubrication going that he actually could slide in and out quite a bit, but it still hurt. Going in, I was terrified that he'd split me open and I'd die of it. And pulling out, it felt like my intestines were going to be dragged inside out by his cock.

Part of me wanted to scream, but I didn't. I cried and sobbed and begged him to stop, but I didn't make a single sound that might have brought outside help. Why do you suppose that was, Doctor?

No -- I think it was something other than ordinary fear. I think it was pretty simple, really: No matter how frightened I was, no matter how much he was hurting me, I didn't *really* want my brother to stop doing what he was doing. At some level, I *liked* having my ass fucked. Well,... that's the only reason that makes sense to me, as pathetic as it may be.

So, anyway, there was about ten minutes of lying on my back with my legs bouncing around in the air, watching David hovering over me with his dick connected to my butt like they'd grown together.

My fingers were still jammed in my cunt but I wasn't masturbating very much at that point. No concentration left, I guess. And then he speeded up for a few seconds and came -- hard. I couldn't really feel it. Inside, I mean. And then he kind of just knelt there catching his breath, with his cock still stuck up my rectum.

He finally withdrew, rather suddenly, and the relief was so great I'm afraid I actually whimpered. I suppose David thought I was disappointed he'd stopped. He patted me on the knee and said something to the effect that we could fuck again later, the next time we were alone for the afternoon, and that he could teach me lots of other things.



We just sat and lay there naked on the floor for a little while and felt the sweat dry on our bodies. I stayed on my back, actually; I was much too stiff and sore to sit up. David kept watching me with a faint, sort of pleased-with-himself smile.

And then I said something I couldn't believe at the time. I still don't fully understand it. I mean, my older brother, whom I trusted, had just raped me -- twice. Right?

And what I said was, "Thank you, David. I love you."

Is that twisted or what, Doctor? What was I thanking him for, anyway? So he patted me on the knee again and said he loved me, too. He said it kind of offhandedly, like he was thinking about something else.

Then he said the next time he'd use protection because he didn't want me getting pregnant and I wasn't old enough to go on the Pill.

I have to say, Doctor, that David kept his word. Every time he fucked me after that, he used a condom.

And about three years later, when I was sixteen, he found a doctor who was willing to prescribe the Pill for me, no questions asked.

I'm pretty sure our parents still thought I was a virgin at sixteen -- can you believe that? I had ten times as much mileage on my cunt as my mother had, I'm sure. And I had probably done a number of things, at my brother's urging, that would have made my mother faint.

As I'm sure you've figured out by now, David and I kept having sex -- usually at least once a week, sometimes every night for several weeks, depending on the circumstances. And by the end of the first year, I was a more or less willing co-conspirator.

Maybe I became addicted, I don't know. I *do* know that there were days when my school classes passed in a feverish haze and all I could think about was screwing with David.

What's odd is that this constant horniness didn't include other boys, whether my own age or older. I didn't walk down the street staring at strange men and wondering what it would be like to fuck them.
David never told me I *couldn't* have sex with other guys -- maybe it never occurred to him -- but he was the only partner I ever considered.

We kept experimenting, too, Doctor. By my fourteenth birthday, I was a pretty accomplished cocksucker. I could milk my brother for an hour or more, building him up to a high pitch, then backing off just enough to prolong things.

And when he finally did come, it was nearly always in my mouth. It never occurred to me not to swallow, either. I guess I became pretty avid about sex.

You know, from what I've read about situations like mine, the victim -- if that's really what I am -- has fits of depression and withdraws from outside contacts, and school grades go down, and there are all these other symptomatic side effects.

Well, that didn't seem to happen to me. My grades were already good and they only got better. I had plenty of girlfriends and none of them suspected a thing. When my friends got giggly about boys and sex, though, I just kept my mouth shut and listened.

That's why it bothers me, sort of, that things turned out the way they did. I guess I thought I had adjusted to my physical relationship with my brother. It was all certainly a surprise to him.

What do you mean, "What happened?" Doctor, you know perfectly well what happened. Okay, I suppose you want to hear it again.

It was four years and two days after the whole thing began -- two days after my seventeenth birthday. I was considered a pretty hot date by that time and I was always popular, but I never screwed anyone but my brother. Of course, I knew the whole thing was abnormal but I had accepted it for so long, I no longer thought about it much. I guess, in a strange sort of way, I was pretty well adjusted.

David had always dated a lot of girls but that didn't bother me either, even though I knew -- when I bothered to consider it -- that he was having sex with some of them as well. But that day just after my birthday, David came home from school with an announcement. He was going to a local college and he'd gotten involved with this girl in one of his classes ... and the announcement was that he was in love with her and he had proposed to her and she had accepted.
He was so happy about it, and our folks seemed happy, and they expected me to be happy, too. But I was kind of in shock. It took me a little while to realize that David would be moving out of the house, away from me, to be with another woman all the time. It meant we probably wouldn't have sex anymore, or only once in a while at best.

Doctor, I went straight from shock to panic. I had to stop it all from happening but I thought about it for two weeks and I couldn't come up with a feasible solution. I had managed not to be home the two or three times David had brought this new girl over to the house. I just couldn't deal with having to meet her face-to-face.

Then there came an evening when I returned home from a girlfriend's house and found my brother alone with this girl he liked so much. My girlfriend lived nearby so I had walked and no one had heard me come in the back door. I heard strange but familiar sounds in the living room and stuck my head around the corner to see what it was. David and the girl were fucking on the big corduroy couch.

I knew intellectually what they'd been doing... but actually seeing it was completely different. They both were naked and they both seemed to have their eyes closed, so they didn't know I was there, but I could see everything, Doctor. I could see my brother's cock moving in and out of her like a piston.

She had one leg up on the back of the couch and the other sprawled on the floor and her arms were flung up over her heard and her breasts were jiggling and she was making little sort of mewing noises--

Yes, I know -- I'm doing it again, aren't I? But he was the one who had started it all and here he was, betraying me in our own living room! And that's why I did it. I know you think I hated my brother, Doctor, but I didn't really. I hated that girl for coming between us.

That's why, when they were finished and David collapsed on top of her and then kissed her, I was shaking so hard I had to go back to the kitchen. I was just pacing back and forth, trying not to think about what I'd seen, trying to think of some way to stop it before it was too late... and the best thing I could think of, Doctor, was that if David had never met that girl, he wouldn't be leaving me. Next best was if the girl left *him*, now, quickly. Third was if I made her leave.

My mother was a good cook, Doctor, and she believed in keeping pots clean and knives sharp. In the rack on the counter was a boning knife that had always fascinated me. It was long-bladed and narrow and it seemed more like a weapon than anything else I could find, even the big cleaver.

I took the boning knife back to the doorway and looked around the corner again. The girl was still sprawled across the couch with her legs wide apart and her arms folded behind her head. I could almost smell her aroma. My brother was sitting beside her on the couch, talking quietly and stroking her thigh, and she was smiling at him.

Then he got up and headed down the hall toward the bathroom, still naked. She turned her head to one side -- the side facing away from me -- and closed her eyes. She was still smiling.

I moved quietly along the living room wall until I was standing right beside the arm of the couch. The girl never heard a sound until I cleared my throat and then her eyes snapped open. She stared back at me upside-down with her mouth open and I stared down at her breasts. They were a lot bigger than mine; maybe that was why David like her better.

Keeping my voice as steady as I could, I said "You have to leave. He's my brother and he's staying here with me. Go away."

She didn't move for a second, out of startlement, I suppose. Then she blinked and said "Who the fuck are you?!"
And suddenly she closed her legs and drew her knees up and got a panicky look in her eyes.

"David...?!" Her voice was going up the scale and rising in volume. I heard the toilet flush in the background and I knew I had no choice. There was no more time.

She still had her head back, looking up at me, as I raised the boning knife from my side and drove it down into her left eye.

It was pretty messy, actually. The whatchamacallit-fluid in her eye squirted out with a big gush of blood behind it and then the knife scraped against the bone around her eye.


She got out a half-shriek and jerked once before she lay still. From the length of the knife still protruding,

I thought probably four or five inches of the blade had gone straight into her brain, so it must have been relatively painless. And when I wrenched the knife loose, bits of brain and stuff came with it, and more blood.

Why do you look so uncomfortable, Doctor? Isn't this what you'd call a "clinical" description? I'm just trying to be factual, you see.

Well, my brother ran back into the room -- I guess he'd heard that sound she'd made -- and he nearly ran into the coffee table when he saw his ex-girlfriend. Everything had worked out so well, I couldn't help smiling. And I said "You don't have to leave now, David. I've taken care of it for you."

But her looked at the girl and then he stared at me, and,... God, he was so pale and his eyes were so huge.

And I knew at that moment, with perfect clarity, that he was going to leave anyway, Doctor. I'd done what had to be done, I'd removed the barrier between us, but he didn't seem to appreciate that. He was going to desert me no matter what I did.

I'm afraid I lost control of myself a little bit, Doctor -- but I was justifiably angry so I don't think it was entirely my fault.

He didn't take his eyes off me as I stepped over to him, raised the boning knife again, and brought it down where his neck joined his shoulder.

I didn't actually aim for that spot but the blade slid all the way down behind his clavicle until only the handle showed. My brother fell to his knees and whispered "No..." and then toppled over sideways.

"That's right," I replied. "You're staying here. I knew you would all along." He did, too, Doctor. He didn't go anyplace, not ever again.

I guess our parents got home later that night. I don't remember much about it, except that I was sitting naked on the hassock in the study where it all began.I was waiting for David to come and tie me down, like he did that first time. I was sure he'd come, now that the girl was gone, but he never did. Only some police and people like that.
And that's about all I remember, Doctor, until I came here. I've been here a long time now, and it's pretty dull, and I really don't think it's fair. My brother is out there waiting for me; I'm sure he is. Why won't you just let us be together, Doctor?

Doctor...?

SQUEALER PART 1

PROLOGUE



This part of town was not what it used to be.

Not like the old days. Martha Cripmore never tired of pointing this out to her husband. Every tuesday night, on the way home from the bridge club, he would take Central Avenue through town and then turn left on Ginger Street. In the early '70s, when Bert and Martha had been just out of high school, this had been a nice area. But the recession had hit hard.

The mine which had employed a good many people from the town had shut down; stores had closed; people left town... All that remained along this once-popular strip was a bunch of empty lots, a couple of run down gas stations and a well-guarded and heavily barred convenience store.

And, of course, the hookers.

This was the red light district.

Still, Bert always insisted on taking this route home from the bridge club. Every tuesday night without fail. It was quicker, he said, and avoided the highway traffic. Martha complained of course, but he always took that same route: down Central and left on Ginger.

Every time.

After a while, Martha came to recognize many of the hookers, having seen them regularly. Not that she knew their name or anything about them, of course. They merely became familiar to her - sort of like a landmark. Or, in this case, a well known eye-sore. The girl with the pink miniskirt; the fat black one, with the wild hair. She seemed almost to make a game of pointing them out.

"Look Bert," she said on this particular trip. "There's a new girl."

Bert looked over from where he was hunched, white-knuckled, over the wheel (Bert was a nervous driver).

The girl his wife had pointed out was standing directly under a street light. As Martha had stated, she looked new. True, she wore the same type of cheap, tacky clothing as the other hookers - short skirt slit up the side; bright red halter top under a gold, spangled jacket with fake-buckskin fringe; plastic high heels - but on her it looked out of place. Uncomfortable. She wore the same heavy, overdone makeup as the others, but the face underneath looked too pretty - too fresh - for it.

She was a strikingly beautiful girl, with thick, brown hair (teased up with too much mousse), a young looking face with large eyes, and a tight young body. Nice tits. She couldn't have been more then twenty.

At the most.

"Bert!"

Bert wrenched his attention away from the girl as he suddenly realized that he had drifted the car into the opposite lane. Luckily, there was no oncoming traffic, and he quickly rectified his mistake. By that time, however, they had passed the girl. He glanced up at his rear-view mirror just as a car pulled up to her and the girl leaned over to talk to the occupant. Then he turned off onto Spencer Avenue, and the girl was lost from view.

Martha sniffed. "That street," she concluded, shaking her head. "It's not what it used to be."

Bert, however, wasn't listening, his mind on the girl; he couldn't help but wonder how she had become a whore in the first place...

*****

Sandra Little ('Sandy' to her friends) was not paying attention. Living in a big city like LA required a certain amount of caution; a certain amount of awareness of what was going on. Street smarts.

Sandra, however, had grown up in a small town and had only recently moved to the city in order to attend university. She was just in the middle of her first term of med school, and her mind was on other things - books; classes; tests - anything other than what it should have been on as she crossed the street at night on her way home from a long day at school.

She did not have much in the way of money, and what little there was had gone to cover books and tuition. Hence, she had been forced to take up residence in a somewhat unsavoury area. Still, there always seemed to be people about, and Sandy felt fairly safe there.

Still...

"Hey babe," came a rough voice, breaking her out of her thoughts, "Wanna have some fun?"

Startled, she looked up to see two young men leaning up against a rusted, battered car parked on the side of the road. One was white and the other black. The black man - a tall, short- haired kid wearing torn jeans and a tee-shirt - laughed and took a long swallow from a bottle. Sandy saw the label: whisky. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell. She was not a drinker. The other man - the white one - was short and fat, with long greasy hair.

"Excuse me?" Sandy was not sure she had heard right.

"Wanna have some fun," the white man - it had been him who had first spoken - repeated the statement. "Me 'n my buddy just happen to have a little time free, and..."

"No thanks." Sandy dropped her eyes, embarrassed. Her brown hair slid down in front of her face, hiding the fact that she was blushing. "I don't think so." She turned to continue walking.

"I don't think so," came a high, mocking voice from behind her, mimicking her words and tone. Now frightened, she started to speed up her pace, but a pair of hairy arms encircled her from behind and pulled her back. Her books went flying from her hand as she was jerked backwards.

She opened her mouth to scream, but instead had the breath knocked out of her as she was slammed against the door of the car. Gasping and coughing, Sandy struggled weakly as her assailant - it was the white man - jerked open the back door and shoved her inside. His companion was already in the driver's seat, starting up the engine. The white guy followed her inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Go," he cried. The man in the driver's seat threw the car into gear and started driving.
Sandy kept struggling, flailing wildly with her arms, but the man just grabbed a handful of her thick, brown hair and jerked her down onto the floor in front of him. She opened her mouth to scream, but he slapped her viciously across the face. The young medical student stopped struggling, frozen in shock as the pain coursed through her body. She had never been struck before by anyone, and the shock was almost worse than the pain.

Almost.

By the time she overcame the shock, it was too late. They were out of her neighbourhood and onto the highway, heading toward the centre of the city.

'Tug' Holbrook laughed as his prize struggled ineffectually on the car floor between his thick, jean covered legs. It had been so easy! Almost too easy. Bitch. He took another long swallow from the bottle, enjoying the warm rush that spread through his chest.

"Hey man," Jimmy called back from the front seat. "Save some for me."

Tug laughed nastily. "The booze or the bitch?" he asked.

"Both."

The fat man took another drink before answering. "Don't worry Jimmy boy," he called out. "There's plenty of both."

Jimmy fell silent, concentrating on the driving, and Tug turned his attention back to the girl as she looked up at him from between his legs with wide, frightened eyes. What a babe! This couldn't have worked out better if they'd planned it. He felt his cock stiffen in his jeans. He reached down, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked the girl upwards until her face was rubbing against his crotch.

"Feels good, huh?" he asked roughly.

The girl began to cry. "N-no... please..."

Tug just smirked. Stupid bitch! He released her hair and she fell back onto the floor. With his now-free hand, he undid his pants and slipped them down along with his underwear. His thick, greasy cock hung free, long and hard against the hair-covered rolls of fat on his stomach. The girl just cringed.
"C'mon," he ordered. "Give it a kiss." The girl shook her head, tears running down her face.

Tug grunted at her refusal. The bitch was particular. Better loosen her up a little first. He reached down and jerked her up so that she was sitting on his lap with her back to him. She squirmed as his exposed cock rubbed up against her slacks, but could not get free. Tug was too strong. He encircled her with one thick arm, grabbed at one of her breasts through her blouse and squeezed. Hard. Writhing to break free, she moaned with pain and humiliation. (Tug loved that sound!) With his other hand, he brought the bottle around and pushed it up against her open mouth.

"Swallow," he ordered. She shook her head, holding her lips tightly closed, but he ground his fingers tightly on her nipple and held it. She twisted and gurgled with the pain, but he kept twisting her nipple until she finally gave in and opened her mouth. Immediately, he released the nipple and brought the bottle up to her lips. This time, she accepted it, taking a long swallow of the alcohol as he tipped the bottle. She started gasping and coughing as the burning liquid flowed down her throat, but she opened her mouth to accept more when he brought the bottle up again - his hand was still on her breast; still teasing her nipple.

This continued for a good fifteen minutes, until she had drunk down almost a third of the bottle. Not a drinker, Sandy was already feeling the effects of the alcohol when her assailant put aside the bottle in order to have both hands free. She tried to struggle when he started to rip open her blouse, but her body seemed to be losing co-ordination, losing strength. She was unused to alcohol, but not totally inexperienced: she knew she was getting drunk.

The young medical student squirmed ineffectually as the fat man finished ripping open her blouse and then jerked her bra off with one twist of his beefy hand. Her breasts, large and firm, fell free and lay exposed on her chest.

"Fuck man," the guy said. "Look at these jugs." He reached around and began kneading them.

The black man driving the car looked back and grinned in appreciation. Blushing, Sandy tried to bring her hands up to protect herself, but the fat man just slapped them away. She squirmed, but was unable to escape as he kneaded her tits, squeezing them and rolling them around in his hands.

Moaning, she gave up and lay back, resting her head against the man's shoulder. She was beginning to feel dizzy and confused as the alcohol did its work on her. She didn't even protest when he undid her slacks, hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushed downward. Within seconds, her pants were down around her ankles.

Tug began to run his sweaty hands roughly up and down his victim's near-naked body. The girl was now too drunk to protest or struggle effectively; too drunk to do anything other than lay back on his lap while he fondled her tits. After a while, he ran his hands down to her pussy and began rubbing. Thoroughly drunk, the girl giggled the tried to push his hands away.

"Don' do..." she slurred. "Nod..."

Tug ignored her, rubbing his chubby fingers first up and down the outside of her pussy and then slipping them inside. The girl twitched in pain as he did so. She was dry as a bone, but he didn't care. His cock was about ready to burst. Shifting her body upwards, he spread her long, slender legs with one knee, and slowly settled her pussy down onto his rigid cock.

Finally, it was all lined up. With one shove, he rammed his cock into her unready pussy...

The pain of the sudden rape cut through the fog of alcohol.

She was being fucked.

FUCKED!

Sandy Little, legs spread and pussy impaled on her assailant's cock, began to struggle and squirm about on his lap, desperate to escape. The man ignored her struggles. He just grabbed her by the breasts and began jerking her up and down on his lap, fucking his cock in and out of her pussy. There was nothing she could do except go along with his movements; even to the point of using her legs to support the movements. If not, she felt like her breasts would be ripped from her body. So, she soon found herself actively fucking back against her rapist, using her own strength to push her aching pussy up and down on his cock.

"That's right babe," he muttered, appreciating her assistance.

He didn't last long. Within minutes, she felt him stiffen and then felt the warm surge of sperm as it boiled out of his cock and into her pussy. She shuddered with rage and disgust as he came inside her, but there was nothing she could do about it.

When it was over, he shoved her off his lap and she slid back down onto the car floor. After taking a long swallow from the almost-empty bottle, he once again grabbed her hair and jerked her tear-stained face into his crotch and up against his glistening cock. Knots of sperm slid down his tool and congealed in his crotch hair.

"Clean up your mess," he told her.

She shook her head.

No. She had never done that before.

He brought his hand around and slapped her - once, twice... and then a third time - on the face. Then he leaned back, legs spread wide and grinned down at her.

"Clean it," he smirked, "And we'll let you go."

The words 'let you go' registered on the half-drunk and wholly frightened girl. Let her go!

Shaking, Sandy leaned forward into his crotch. The alcohol made everything blurry, but she could clearly make out every vein, every ridge, every contour on his glistening member. Hesitantly, almost throwing up, she reached up and grasped the base of the cock. It twitched in her grasp, dripping cum onto her fingers. Shuddering with revulsion, she opened her mouth and began to lick at the now-soft penis, gagging at the taste and smell, but doing it nonetheless.

'Let her go' he had said.

Jimmy Patterson turned off the highway and took the exit ramp into the city. From the seat behind him, he could clearly hear the loud slurping sound as the little slut sucked hungrily at his friend's cock.

That was enough.

Jimmy pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He turned just as Tug came again, his hands tightly clenched in the bitch's thick, brown hair, holding her mouth over his cock as he pumped a load of sperm down her throat. She gurgled and moaned, hands thrashing, but couldn't pull away.

"OK," Jimmy said, sliding out the door. "Let's switch. I want some of that."

Tug nodded in agreement. He'd had enough. He pushed the girl away and clambered out of the back seat. Jimmy grinned as the white girl, a thin trail of white cum dribbling out over her lower lip and onto her chin, looked up at him as he climbed into the back seat.

This was going to be great!

SQUEALER PART 2


They did let her go in the end.

The black guy had forced her to suck his cock for a while, and then, after a little more alcohol, she found herself actually necking with him in the back seat. That was just about the worst thing: lying in each other's arms in the back seat - just like girlfriend and boyfriend - lips pressed up against each other's; tongues entwined.

Eventually, he had leaned back, and she had been forced to fuck him, legs straddling his thighs, riding his cock up and down until he came. Fortunately, the cum from the first rape had provided some lubrication, so it had not been too painful.

By the time he came, the alcohol had pretty much overwhelmed her, and she was almost unconscious. Her last recollection before passing out was of the black man running his cum covered cock into her mouth.

Sandy was still drunk when she woke up.

It was dark, and she assumed that it was the same night.

She found herself in an alleyway. Her blouse, the front ripped open, hung over her in tatters, but the bra was nowhere to be found. Her slacks and panties were still bunched up around her ankles, so she pulled them up.
But when she tried to fasten them, she found that the front button had come off. In her drunken state, this somehow seemed utterly crushing, and she began to sob, lying there in the alley among the trashcans.

After a while, she pulled herself together. At least her ordeal was over! The bastards had let her go. Struggling to her feet, she staggered down the alley looking for help.

The alley seemed to go on forever, but she eventually came to what appeared to be a club or a bar of some sort. A short set of stairs led downward to a door. Behind it, she could hear music and people talking.

People.

Someone to help her.

Almost crying with relief, she started to walk swiftly down the stairs. It proved too much for her, however, and she stumbled drunkenly, and fell up against the door. It burst open and she tumbled head over heels into the bar.

Chowder Harris, the bartender and owner of the nameless little drinking establishment, looked up in fear as the door crashed inward. His first thought was the police - at any given time, there was enough prostitution, fencing and drug dealing going on in his place to fill a small jail - but he immediately dismissed the thought. He'd slipped money into the right pockets. And even the police didn't venture into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved right: it was a girl.

A white girl!

And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against a table. One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her torn blouse, attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other hand held closed the front of her pants.

This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's conclusion was the same as everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong customer. Still... Harris's instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here! Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl stood unsteadily, peering around the bar.
"Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar.

"Why don't you just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down the girl's face, but she followed without protest.

Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly.

He would help her.

Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched, and then walked back behind the counter.

"Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of whisky, "this'll make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her.

Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't accept the drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic haze. She had almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was completely incapable of handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had been sapped away, drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body.

Slowly, with the exaggerated caution of the truly drunk, the picked up the small glass and brought it to her lips.

"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down."

Sandy followed his instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery alcohol coursed through her body. Involuntarily, she brought the glass back down onto the counter with a large thump.

"Another?"

Obligingly, Harris refilled it. She didn't want any more, but still she obediently lifted the glass and again downed the alcohol. It was actually making her feel a bit better; the pain in her crotch and chest seemed to recede as her body became increasingly numb.
Without realizing it, the tattered remains of her blouse slipped free of her left hand and fell open, affording Chowder Harris a clear view of her breasts between the torn strips of cloth.

Staring openly at her exposed chest, he again refilled her glass. Harris was about to say something when he was suddenly pulled aside by a large, angry-looking black woman: his wife.

"What are you do'n?" she asked, furious to have found her husband so friendly with some scrawny, bare-breasted white slut. In the middle of the bar! "Are you crazy?"

"Listen," Harris whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the girl as she downed the third shot of whisky. "It's not what y'think. She's just some drunken whore who stumbled in. We can make some money."

Somewhat mollified to learn that his interest in the bitch was only financial, his wife released his arm. Still, she wasn't quite sure about it. "The bitch's probably working," she pointed out. Miles will..."

"You jokin? A white woman around here? For Miles?" Harris laughed. "That'd be news around here. I'd've heard 'bout it for sure."

He was right, and his wife grunted in grudging agreement. "OK. But just you keep your hands off her." Harris nodded, happy that she'd given in. The girl was attractive, but he knew better than to get caught fooling around. His wife was a large woman, and not shy.

He turned back to the girl. The additional alcohol was already affecting her, and she was swaying perceptibly on the stool. Harris couldn't help but stare at her breasts - large and firm - as they jiggled appealingly through the torn front of her blouse. The girl was no longer even trying to cover them. Strange, though; she wasn't really dressed like a whore. Too nice. Still...

This was business.

"That'll be ten bucks," he announced, walking up to stand directly in front of her. She looked over at him in confusion, eyes squinting as she tried to focus.

"Wha?"

"Ten bucks," he repeated. "For the drinks. You owe me ten bucks, girl."

"Ten...t-ten..."

Just as he had thought. "Can't pay?" Confused, the girl shook her head. Clearly, she didn't understand him, but that really wasn't important. He just needed - or wanted - an excuse.

And now he had one.

Feigning anger, he walked around from behind the bar and marched up to where she sat unsteadily on the bar stool. She tried to swivel her head to follow his movements, but in her drunken state, she half fell off the stool. He roughly grabbed her from her perch as she fell and dragged her to the centre of the room, right in front of the broken-down pool table. She stumbled along in his grip, barely keeping her footing, her mumbled protests ignored.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Hey... everyone. Listen up!" The quiet hum of talk, which had slowly been building up since the girl's dramatic entrance into the bar, fell away as all the faces in the bar turned towards where Harris stood holding the girl.

Staring...

Drunk as she was, Sandy still blushed furiously at all those black faces staring at her. She wanted to cry out - to shout, to protest that this was all a mistake and she didn't belong here - but her mouth and tongue felt numb. All she could manage was an embarrassed gurgle as the bartender jerked her up against the pool table and began to speak.

"This girl here owes me some money," he cried out, smirking. "And she can't pay."

A few men in the crowd laughed.

"Luckily," the bar owner continued, "she can still earn it."

"How's that?" came a voice from the crowd, followed by a round of malicious laughter. They knew what was going on. The only women that came into a place like these were whores. One way or the other, they were all whores.

Everyone there knew what good old Chowder was talking about. And no one had ever seen a white girl in this bar before.

"Well," Harris drawled, enjoying the attention, "just like any other whore; on her back." He reached down with his free hand and tore away what was left of Sandy's blouse. The young student tried to bring her hands up to protect herself, but he slapped them away. The crowd stared in silence at her exposed breasts.

Harris looked around.

They were ready.

"Fifty dollars a fuck," he proclaimed. "We'll just set her up for business right here."

He grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her backwards. Sandy, clumsy in her drunkenness, rolled back onto the pool table. While her legs were in the air, Harris grabbed her slacks and pulled them down.

She started to struggle, but it was too late: she was down to her panties.Then they were quickly ripped off. Within seconds, Sandy found herself stripped naked and lying on her back on the pool table. She tried to squirm off, but the black man kept his hand in her hair, pinning her head to the table.
Grinning, Harris bent down and whispered to her: "Just be a good girl. You've done this before. Try to enjoy it."

Enjoy it?

Once again, Sandy's attempts to protest were sabotaged by the pervasive numbness in her face and body. She was able to do little more than mumble incoherently as the black man pulled his face away. She wanted to tell them that she *was* a good girl - not a whore. And she didn't belong here.

She did'nt belong here.

She was still trying to articulate this thought when the first man approached. The large black man wasted little time. He just pulled his long, hard cock free from his pants and climbed on top of her.


She squirmed and struggled as he brought his beer- breath mouth down onto her lips and began exploring her mouth with his tongue. She wanted to scream, but couldn't, with his mouth covering hers. She could only moan with pain and humiliation as he started to maul her breasts while kissing her.

The man misinterpreted her moans. "Feels good," he grunted, momentarily pulling his mouth from hers. "Don't it bitch." He moved one hand down, positioned his cock, and rammed it into her with one powerful jerk of his hips.

The lubrication from the earlier rapes had gone, and her pussy was dried and unprepared for this latest invasion. She grunted with the pain. "Oohhhh..." The penis felt like it was burning its way into her pussy. Her cry, however, was cut off as the man brought his lips down against her mouth and began slobbering on her face and lips. His hips began pistoning back and forth. Her hands flailed uselessly at her side as he drove his cock in and out of her...

Harris grinned as the girl, slender legs spread wide, satisfied her first customer on the pool table. She really was a beautiful girl; just like those girls wearing bathing suits on magazine covers. She was goin' to make him a fortune. The whole bar was watching now, and cheering and the white whore bucked and whined in lust while the black man fucked her hard. Just what the stuckup white bitch needed!

Like the two men who had raped her earlier that evening, this man didn't last very long. Within minutes, he was shooting his load of warm sperm into her now lubricated pussy. Sandy tried to kick herself free - anything to get his cock out before he dumped his sperm inside her - but it was no use. When he was done, the man pulled away after giving her one last kiss.

Sandy lay limp on the table, gasping for breath as the man's sperm trickled out of her abused pussy and down her ass crack. She had just started to turn over - trying to curl up into a fetal position - when the second man climbed onto the pool table, positioned himself between her still spread legs, and began to fuck her. It did not hurt so much this time, as her pussy had been well lubricated with the first man's sperm. The man's cock slid smoothly in and out of her unprotected pussy. In fact, in her drunken numbness, it almost began to feel good.

Almost.


As she lay spread on the table being fucked, a thought occurred to her: the quicker they came, the quicker they would be finished and leave her alone. In her drunken state, this seemed to be a good reason to co-operate: to get it over with as soon as possible.

Get it over with as soon as possible.

And so, lying naked and dripping on a pool table in a bar filled with yelling, cheering black men, Sandra Little, med student and beautiful young woman, slipped her long, slender legs around behind the man and began to fuck back at him; doing her best to make him come as quickly as possible.

Harris couldn't believe it! Any doubts about the girl's occupation were discarded. What a little whore! Not that he was complaining. The crowd went wild as the girl threw her naked arms around the man's neck and kissed him hard on the mouth, all the time bucking and heaving beneath him, clearly doing her best to fuck him back.

Sandy felt the man begin to stiffen inside of her. Quickly, she brought her face up and began to lick the man on the neck. Ron, one of her boyfriends from back home, had always loved that. Panting, half with lust, she licked and kissed and bit the man on the neck as he came inside of her.

As with the first, he climbed quickly off and was immediately replaced by another. 'Get it over with,' she told herself, reaching up to welcome her new lover. The man seemed interested in her breasts, so she cupped her hands underneath and offered them up to him. He bent over and began biting and licking...

The fifth man turned her over. Obligingly, Sandy climbed up on all fours and spread her legs, ignoring the cum as it streamed down the inside of her thighs.

She wiggled her ass backwards until she felt the man's cock up against her sopping pussy and then slid back, moaning slightly as she felt it slide inside of her. Against her will, she was beginning to feel a slow, steady build-up of lust in her pussy. The man began slapping her ass as she fucked herself back against his cock.

Get it over with...

She finally came. It was while fucking the seventh or eighth guy.
By this time, she aware of nothing except the feelings in her pussy and breasts, and the out-of-focus face hovering above her on the table.

She wasn't sure how many men had fucked her - she had lost track - when she felt, through the haze of lust and alcohol, the cock slap against her lips. She had never given head before - never even considered it - but she instinctively opened her mouth and sucked it in.

She was now being fucked simultaneously by two men, one from the front and one from behind. Moaning in involuntary lust, she did her best to give them as much pleasure as possible; to bring them off as quickly as she could.

Get it over with...

Chowder Harris's pockets were bulging with money. The girl - his own little bar whore - had exceeded his greatest expectations. She had fucked well over a dozen guys and was still going strong, now taking two at once. Even at only fifty bucks a shot, he might still clear a thousand bucks! Thoughtfully, he studied the scene on the pool table.

The bitch was on her back again, taking one man in her pussy, but twisting her upper body around so she could run her cum-covered lips up and down on another man's cock. One hand held her body steady, while the other grasped the base of the cock she was working on with her mouth.

Harris worked a thought around in his mind. He'd have to speak with his wife about it, but... but maybe he should keep her. Keep the girl. No one would miss her. She could clean the place during the day and fuck at night. He'd make a fortune...

A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder.

Harris turned. It was Miles. Taylor Miles: the most powerful drug dealer and all around crime lord in the neighbourhood.
He was also, although it was more of a hobby with him than a significant money making enterprise, a pimp. And a very successful one. He ran all of the girls on the strip down State Street and in the surrounding area.

Including Harris's bar.

"Hello Chowder."
Miles was not a big man, but then he didn't need to be. The two gorillas standing behind him took care of that. And even they were really unnecessary. Miles' reputation preceded him in a very unpleasant manner.

"How's tricks?"

Harris swallowed. This was bad. "F-fine, Mr. Miles," he stuttered. Really bad.

The drug lord nodded at the pool table where the girl was sucking back another load of cum from the cock presently jammed in her mouth.

"Bit of a sideline?" he asked. "I didn't know you ran girls."

W-well..." In panic, Harris began to blurt out the story, relating how the girl had suddenly appeared in his bar and then 'offered' to pay off the bar tab by fucking the customers. It was pretty thin, but...

"Well," the drug dealer smiled (an unpleasant sight), "I'll tell you what I'll do." He stopped smiling abruptly. "And what you'll do."

Harris nodded, willing to agree to anything that would not involve serious pain to himself.

"I'll leave your bar standing. I'll leave you a hundred dollars of the money you've made from this whore's ass. I'll leave you in one piece."

Harris gulped.

"In return," Miles continued, "You'll give me the girl. And not try to muscle in on my business again. Ever. Sound fair?"

Harris nodded, resignedly pulling the wad of money out of his pocket and handing it over. The drug lord peeled off a hundred dollars, returned it, and put the rest in his own pocket.

"T-thank you," Harris said, miserable.
Taylor gestured to his two goons. "Get the girl."

Sandy was almost comatose, fucking from instinct and rote, when she felt the cock slide from her abused pussy without coming.

Dazed, she looked up and saw two huge black men standing over her.

Get it over with...

Trying to smile, she reached up her hands to welcome them. As one, they grabbed her arms and jerked her to her feet. The force of their pull caused her head to snap back against the edge of the pool table. There was a brief flash of pain and then everything went dark...


SQUEALER PART THREE


Taylor Miles had something of a philosophy regarding the training of women to be whores. A system. The basic tenet of that system was that you had to let them know where they stood. What they were. In no uncertain terms. The minute they started thinking - or remembering - that they were good for anything other than fucking and sucking and lookin' good, they were useless. Worse than useless: unprofitable.

So, Taylor had a system.

Of course, most of the girls who came his way were already pretty much fucked up by the time he got them. Strung out on drugs or booze... As a general rule, Taylor didn't much take with that; he wanted his girls clean and sober. They lasted longer that way, and made him more money. The drugged out whore just burned out too fast. Besides, why waste good drugs on a whore? Save the good stuff for those who could pay for it.

Still, it helped at the beginning. Softened them up; sapped willpower.

This new girl was a bit different. Not quite so fucked up. That asshole bartender had thought that she was a whore, but Taylor knew better. He knew whores. This little white bitch hadn't shaken her tight little ass on a street corner before or he didn't know merchandise when he saw it. Not that it mattered. That was where his philosophy came in; his system. Fuck 'em hard and fuck 'em often; let them know what they are: worthless for anything other than fucking, sucking and looking good. This new girl... she'd take a little longer - a little more effort than most of the girls, but she'd be worth it.
And she'd come around in the end. They all did.

Taylor had his philosophy.

His system.

Sandy was pretty much sober by the time she next woke up. She groaned in pain as her eyes fluttered open. The pounding in her head rang a brutal counterpoint to the steady burning in her groin and nauseated churn of her stomach.

"Here now." A voice. A female voice. "Drink this. Make you feel better." Parched, Sandy opened her mouth and accepted a glass container, drinking deeply...

She jerked her mouth away and sat up, sputtering violently. It was whisky. Her stomach heaved at the smell and taste, but there was nothing there to bring up. Trying to ignore the pain, she forced herself to open and focus her eyes.

She was lying on the floor of what appeared to be a dingy little apartment. Crouching beside her, holding the bottle, was a black woman. The woman would have been attractive but for a hard, worn look in her face and eyes which the makeup could not quite hide.

Sitting on a couch a few feet away sat a black man wearing an expensive suit. Behind the couch were two large men, also black; bodyguards by the look of it.

Sandy crossed her arms in front of herself and shivered, suddenly self-conscious. Her clothes had disappeared, and she was now naked except for a dirty old tee-shirt someone had put on her while she slept. It hung loose, a few sizes too large for her, but still barely covered the upper part of her thighs.

"'Bout time." This came from the man on the couch. He was obviously the leader. "Can't have my whores sleepin' all night. Should be on the street; maken' me cash."

Sandy struggled through the dull throb of the hangover to understand what he was talking about. Whore? There must be some mistake...

"C'mere," the man ordered.

Sandy started to climb to her feet, but the black woman gave her a push just as she was getting up.
Still partially intoxicated, she fell forward onto her hands and knees in front of the couch. Almost in tears, the young medical student looked up through a curtain of brown hair at the black man. Grinning, he spread his legs.

"How about a little head," he suggested. "Whore."

"T-there's been a m-mistake," Sandy stuttered, horrified at the suggestion. "I'm not a... a p-prostitute. I'm..."

She was cut off as the man suddenly leaned forward and grasped her face in his hands.

"Listen bitch," he hissed. "I don't give a fuck what you think or what you were. Last night you were spread out on a pool table having the time of your life fuckin' some brothers. From now on, you're what I say you are. And I say you're a whore."

"Noo-oo," Sandy wailed, struggling in vain to free her face from the man's painful grip.

Angry, the man made a gesture. One of the thugs from beside the couch came around behind her.

She heard a woman's laughter coming from behind her, but was unable to turn her head to see what was happening. She was still unable to do so when she felt something cold and slippery being rubbed against the entrance to her anal passage and then inside. It felt like some kind of cream or something.

"Mmmm..." She tried to cry out her objections, but the man on the couch had shifted his grip so that his hand now covered her mouth. "Mmmm..."

A few moments later, she felt naked flesh against her upper legs. Before she fully realized what was going to happen, she was overwhelmed with pain as the man behind her rammed his thick cock straight up her partially lubricated asshole with one brutal shove. The pain was unbelievable; she felt as though she was being split in two.

"AAaahhhhh...." She let out a long wail as the man on the couch removed his hand from her mouth.
"How d'you like that whore?" he asked, laughing.

"Nnooooooo.... please... please..." All pride forgotten, she begged piteously for release. "Ooohhhh... it hurts," she cried.
The man behind her shifted slightly, pulled back so that only the head of his cock remained inside her anus, and then brutally shoved forward again.

Sandy squealed loudly at the sharp pain of this repeated intrusion. The people in the room laughed.

"That's good," the man on the couch grinned. "That's good. Just like a pig. Do it again little pig-slut."

Sandy shook her head in abject refusal, still panting and groaning with pain. In response to this refusal, the man on the couch made a gesture, and the thug repeated his actions, pulling slowly back and then ramming his cock up her tight asshole. Sandy, sweating with pain, tried to remain silent and endure the pain, the humiliation, but it was too much. Shuddering, eyes wide with panic at the intrusion, she moaned and cried with pain.

"Squeal," she was told, "and I'll get him to stop moving."

Anything.

Anything to stop the movement of the cock in her ass.

"Squeee... squeee..." She started quietly, but quickly picked up volume as the man fucking her asshole slowly pulled back out.

When he rammed his cock back in, her squeals took on a loud, panicked sound. Damp with sweat, she squirms and squealed for all she was worth.

Everyone laughed as the white girl squealed loudly on the floor in front of them. But Sandy didn't care. All she knew was that the man raping her asshole had - finally - stopped moving, leaving his cock fully sheathed in her twitching asshole.

"Squeee..."

"That's good," the man on the couch repeated, still laughing. "I like that." He looked down at the girl. "Now, do you want him to pull out?"

Panting, Sandy could only nod. Oh yes... "Squeee..."
"Well," the man smirked. "All you have to do is ask him. Just ask him to fuck you in the cunt instead."

She had no choice. She had to get his cock out of her ass. At any price. Still... could she say it? Her deliberations were interrupted as the man began moving again, slowly pulling back and then shoving forward.

"Nnooo..." she screeched. "P-please... f-fuck me in... in my c-cunt... not there..." Ignoring her pleas, the man continued to ream out her asshole. "Please..." Her begging became more frantic. "Fuck me in my cunt. Please..."

The man on the couch laughed. "Where do you want it little pig-slut?"

"In the cunt!" She was almost yelling now. "In my cunt. Fuck me in my cunt."

The man gestured, and the movement stopped.

"One more thing," he said, still smirking at the tear-stained face in front of him. "From now on, whenever you're getting fucked, you squeal. Got it?"

Sandy stared up in incomprehension.

What?

"Uhm..."

"All of my girls," the man explained, "are trained to sound and act as if they like the sex. Gasping and moaning. Sluts. You squeal. That's your name here: 'Squealer'. Got it?"

Sandy started to protest this latest degradation, but the man behind started moving again, so she just nodded her head. Anything to get him to stop.

Immediately, the rapist pulled his cock out of her painfully stretched asshole.

Sandy sagged with relief as the cock was removed. She felt as though someone had pulled a tree from her backside.

Her relief, however, was short lived. Within seconds, the man had repositioned his cock and then shoved it to the hilt inside her pussy. Sandy jerked forward in shock.
The pain was still there, but nowhere near as bad as when he had been fucking her in the ass. Involuntarily, she spread her legs a little farther apart in order to relieve a bit of the pain of the intrusion as the man began to fuck her from behind.

"Forgettin' something?"
Sandy looked up. Oh god...

"Little pig-slut."

"Squeee... squeee..."

The room rang with laughter as the young white girl squealed loudly as she was raped from behind. Her squeals sounded in time with the man's thrusts as her brutally fucked her cunt. Finally he came, pumping his load into her aching, abused pussy. Sandy gave one last squeal as he pulled out and then collapsed onto the leader's lap, totally exhausted.

When would this nightmare end?

Not now, apparently. The other bodyguard went around behind her and positioned himself, cock hard and free, ready to ream her out. She looked up in terror as she felt the head of his cock come to rest on the entrance to her asshole.

The leader grinned down on her. "Where do you want it whore?"

"I-in my cunt," Sandy whispered, flushing red with humiliation, but willing to do or say anything to avoid being fucked in the ass again. "F-fuck me in the cunt."

He nodded and the man behind her immediately shoved his cock into her pussy.

She didn't forget this time: "Squeee... squeee..."

Her training as a whore began almost immediately. The cum from the two bodyguards was still cooling on her inner thighs when the man - Taylor Miles she soon learned was his name - ordered the black woman to get the 'bitch' dressed and teach her her new job.


The black women dragged her unwilling student into another room in the rundown apartment to begin work. The dressing involved slipping into a miniskirt a couple sizes too small and tucking in the grimy tee-shirt in which she had woken up.

The girl - Melissa - also insisted that her student wear four-inch pumps. No underwear, though.

"Won't be needin' it," Melissa joked. "Anythin' that gets between you and the cock is a waste of time."

Frightened, Sandy obediently got dressed. She couldn't, however, help asking some questions.

"Taylor?" Melissa proved quite talkative. "He's the most important man around these parts. He runs more girls than anyone."

Sandy couldn't help but shudder. Melissa seemed to take a weird kind of pride in working for the biggest pimp on the block.

"But... doesn't he, like... make you..."

Melissa shrugged cynically. "Could be worse. There's plenty worse out there. Taylor now, he takes care of you. Doesn't let you do no drugs or booze or anythin' like that. He like to keep you clean and pretty. Makes him more money and you last longer."

"L-last longer?" Sandy didn't understand.

"Taylor's got a system. He knows exactly how long a whore can work before she start's losin her looks. After that, he don't care what you do. He even lets some girls walk."

Sandy had to ask. "H-how long do... do prostitutes last?"

"With Taylor? A young girl like you has about ten years in her. At least."
Sandy burst into tears. Ten years! This couldn't be happening to her. It just couldn't!



Melissa just laughed. She'd seen so many girls react like this before... of course, most of them were pretty much down and out when Taylor got them; most didn't have as much to lose as this white bitch, obviously well educated and well brought up. Didn't matter though. When you came right down to it, Melissa thought, any woman could be trained to be a good whore. Even a stuck up white girl like the one who was presently crying her eyes out in front of her.

Anyone.

That was Taylor's system.

The training began in earnest.

The first stage, in accordance with Taylor's system, was to fuck and otherwise abuse the subject so often and in so many different ways that the sex became routine to her. Not important.

So, for the first few days, Sandy was fucked over and over again countless times. By bodyguards; by customers; by kids off the street... by the end of those first days, Sandy - who had never spoken to more than two or three blacks in her entire life - had become intimately familiar with black cock. In her pussy, in her ass (which never failed to make her cry and panic), in her mouth, in her hair, in her tits...

And, every time she was fucked, she was forced to squeal like a stuck pig. It was her trademark, Taylor explained. Sure enough, the name 'Squealer' was soon well known around the neighbourhood.

Hot bitch, it was said.

Liked black cock so much, she couldn't stop herself from squealing when she got it.

After the first few days, the fucking became less frequent (down to a dozen or so times a day), and Sandy was forced to learn other things about being a whore. The right way to dress... the right way to talk... the right attitude in general.
Once again, it was all a part of Taylor's system. Not that he wanted her to be the same as the other girls. Most whores were hard and cynical, and that attitude would come with time.
But she had to be taught to think like a whore. The constant sex had already taken her at least part way there. It had taught her the requisite lack of respect for her own body; that it was just a piece for meat for men to fuck whenever they wished.

What she needed to learn now was that although her body was worthless to herself, it wasn't worthless to her pimp. In fact, it was a valuable asset, and one which she would be required to protect. For Taylor's benefit, of course.

So, Melissa taught her something about life on the streets. How to behave; how to talk to the other whores; how to spot a potentially dangerous customer. Taylor had lost whores to psychos before, and it pissed him off.

Cost him money.

Finally, after about a week of training, Melissa told Sandy - or 'Squealer' as she was now called - that she was ready for her 'audition'. She would finally fuck Taylor, and he would decide whether or not she was ready for the street. Sandy didn't particularly want to succeed, but Melissa made very clear to her the price of failure.

The time came, and Melissa brought Sandy to Taylor's bedroom. Sandy walked slowly into the room, still unsteady on the four inch pumps. Taylor was sitting on the edge of the bed. As instructed, she smiled at him, trying to look sexy. He grinned over at her and snapped his fingers. Sandy, hating herself for her submission, but having no choice, knew what to do.

Hurrying forward, she knelt down in front of him and her fingers - nails shining a newly painted red - went straight to the front of his pants. Hands trembling, she unzipped the fly and drew out her master's limp penis, which immediately began to stir to life at the cool touch of her fingers.

Sandy fingered it for a few moments, coaxing it to hardness. Then she bowed her head, and with only a brief hesitation, took it in her mouth. Using her lips and tongue as she had been taught, Sandy quickly brought his big, black cock to a state of massive erection, sucking and slurping as though her life depended on it.

After a while, she stood up, straddled him as he lay back on the bed, and lowered herself until she kneeled astride his thighs. The short skirt parted, exposing her naked pussy.
Then, with a moan of pure, simulated lust - just as she had been taught - she lowered herself onto his erect penis, her pussy sucking in its entire length. Grinning, Taylor just lay there as she began to ride up and down in a steady rhythm, squealing in time with her own movements. Not the loud, piggy squeals she had originally been forced to put on.

She was still required to do that sometimes - to the amusement of whoever was watching or participating - but a quiet, realistic squeal as Melissa had trained her. As though she was loving the sex.

It was still, however, a squeal.

He was pleased to note that she was using her pussy to squeeze his cock as best she could.

With a sigh of pleasure, he reached up and began to fondle one of her tits. Obligingly, she leaned forward to give him easy access.

Gradually the rhythm picked up. Taylor reached up a second hand and began mauling roughly at her breasts as they hung invitingly above him. Sandy gasped in pain, but quickly turned it into a grunt.

Slowly, she leaned forward and brought her mouth down to his neck. Taylor slipped his hands around behind her, grabbed her ass, and began controlling her movements, forcing her to pump faster and faster until finally, groaning, he came.

When she felt the warm sperm boiling over into her pussy, Sandy threw back her head and screamed with lust, simulating an orgasm. Just as she had been taught. He finished coming, and she shuddered and then relaxed on top of him. He let her lie there for a few moments and then pushed her off.

"Not bad," he commented. "Not bad at all."

He reached over and gave her breast an approving squeeze. Sandy winced in pain, but didn't pull away. "I think you're just about ready." Taylor leaned back against the headrest.

"Go tell Melissa that I said you're ready," he ordered. "She'll take you with her tonight."

Not daring to protest, Sandy clambered to her feet. She straightened her clothing, brushed her sweat-soaked hair back from her face, and walked out of the room to where she knew Melissa would be waiting.

As she walked, she felt the now familiar trickle of sperm down her thigh...

*****

For her first night of work, they dressed her in a skin- tight body sheath that barely covered the bottom curves of her ass. That, along with the usual pumps, was all she wore for her first night on the street. Sandy burned with humiliation when one of Taylor's men dropped them off on Ginger Street and drove away. Here she was, standing in the red light district dressed like an absolute whore. What if somebody saw her?

That, of course, was the idea. On Melissa's instructions, the trembling girl was forced to parade her barely concealed body up and down the sidewalk, swinging her barely covered hips just as she had been trained. Within moments, a car pulled over.

"Hey babe," came a voice from behind a partially closed window. "How much?"

Melissa walked forward. "It's your lucky day," the black girl said. "Two for the price of one. You can have both of us for a hundred."

The man laughed. "Good," he agreed. "Hop in."

The two whores climbed into the car. "We've got a room over there." She pointed at a seedy little hotel just off Ginger Street. The man nodded and parked the car.

The three of them entered the hotel and climbed the wooden stairs to the second floor, where Melissa unlocked the door and let them into the room.

Once in, the black girl walked into the bathroom and closed the door. "Don't start without me," she called as the bathroom door closed.

Immediately, Sandy turned to the man. "Listen mister," she said, voice shaking. "You gotta help me."

After a week spent in the company of the uneducated Melissa and the various gang members, Sandy was picking up the other girl's speech patterns, making her sound more like a whore than a med student.

"I'm not a whore. They kidnapped me and... and r-raped me... please mister..."

The man grinned. Too late, Sandy realized her mistake as the bathroom door opened and Melissa came out, a frown on her face.

"You were right," the man said. "She squealed."

"Squealer," Melissa growled, "You is one stupid bitch." She walked over the gave the startled girl a hard slap across the face.

Sandy began to cry.

"Taylor is goin' to be pissed," Melissa continued, "and when Taylor gets pissed, someone gets hurt."

Sandy just kept crying.

Someone got hurt.

Sandy spent the next three days in the apartment with the thin end of a wooden baseball bat shoved up her ass. She was not allowed to walk upright, but was instead forced to crawl around on her hands and feet, squealing like a pig and begging someone to pull out the baseball bat.

Promising to do anything... No one did, of course. Instead, they just slapped her on the ass, calling on her to squeal like the pig-slut she was. The squealing only stopped when her lips were wrapped around a stiff, black cock, which happened often enough during the three days.

By the end of it, she was broken. When Taylor finally pulled the bat from her anus, she shuddered in pain and crawled over to him, kissing his feet and begging him to fuck her, sell her, use her... whatever; just as long as he didn't put the bat in her ass again.

Ever.

That night she was back on the street. For good.
Melissa stayed with her for the first week or so, but after that she was on her own. She no longer had the will to fight.

And so, every night of the week, she spent several hours on the street, parading around, attracting business and then fucking it. She proved very popular, and earned a great deal of money for her pimp.

Her days were spent sleeping and then hanging around Taylor's apartment 'entertaining' his friends and customers. Taylor enjoyed recounting the tale of how he found the beautiful, white med student in a bar and trained her to her new life as a whore. The customers loved the story, and usually insisted on fucking her afterwards.

She slowly settled into her new life, all thought of what had gone on before - her home life, med school - slipping away. Just another whore...



EPILOGUE

This part of town was not what it used to be.

But Bert Cripmore had no problem with that. It took him almost a week to find an excuse to be out without Martha, but he did it. The new girl proved easy to find. Driving carefully, he pulled the car over to where she leaned against the lamp in her miniskirt and tank top.

"How much?" he asked, voice rough with lust. Little bitch was gorgeous!

The girl leaned forward, jaws working rudely on a wad of gum. "Fifty for a blowjob; hundred for a fuck."

Bert nodded and the girl got into the front seat. "Got a place over there," she said, pointing at a sleazy hotel.

Bert nodded and began to drive.

He looked sideways at the girl as he steered the car into the hotel parking lot.



Already, the sense of freshness which had made her stand out on the strip almost a week ago was fading. She still looked young and beautiful under the overdone makeup, but her eyes were narrower than he remembered them. She was well on her way to becoming a hardened whore.

Fine with him, he decided.

Still...

"What's your name?" he couldn't help but ask.

The girl looked over, and, for a brief moment, Bert imagined that he saw something else beneath the armour - a scared little girl, terrified and trapped, looking out at him through wide, frightened eyes - but the moment passed, and then only the whore remained.

"They call me Squealer," came the answer, a queer lopsided smile marring her beautiful face.

"Why's that?"

The girl gave a sick grin. "You'll see," she told him, opening the car door. "You'll see."

THE END

THE VIOLATION OF NIKKI

Prologue



Nikki Connors thought to herself, "Those jerks!", and angrily floored the gas pedal of her Miata.

Speeding west on Interstate 10, she couldn't take her mind off the patronizing way all her male co-workers treated her. She had spent years trying to work her way up through the ranks at the investment firm, but it seemed she'd never crack the "good ole boy" network, break through the "glass ceiling" to upper management. By their leering expressions and hushed comments, it was clear they all saw her as a piece of ass, nothing more.

In fact, just last week, she had overheard Dan Strickland, the young VP of finance whom she had actually thought was a pretty nice guy, make a crack about the upcoming office party to one of his buddies:

"Yeah, we oughta have Nikki pop out of the cake and shake that sexy ass for us!" Fleeing the raucous laughter, she had spent a full five minutes in the ladies' room weeping.

It's true she was strikingly beautiful. She was 22, with perfectly straight reddish-blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. Enormous blue eyes higlighted her face under fine, arched eyebrows, while high cheekbones complimented her thin, straight nose. Her lips were thin as well, but sensuously curved, and she always wore just the right amount of lipstick to highten the effect of their color against that of her hair and skin tone, which tanned very easily.

Her body was also slim, with small but firm breasts that stood up and out, capped by nipples like little pencil erasers, ringed by dark tan aureoles. Her stomach was absolutely flat, her waist a mere 22 inches, and her ass cheeks smooth and curved like a proverbial Georgia peach. Her long, silken legs had aroused much commentary in the office, causing her face to burn red with embarrassment while her taunters chuckled and gave her the it's-all-in-good-fun routine.

Yes, she was a classically beautiful, desirable young woman, but she sure as hell didn't see why men shouldn't appreciate her mind too. "Fat chance in this world," she thought. And drove on through the desert.

She had needed this vacation. Her head already felt clearer than it had that morning. By taking her vacation time now, she could get away from it all, maybe contemplate a job change. Her pretty pink lips formed a smile and she began to sing along to the song on the stereo, in her soft alto voice. "Yes," she thought, "my life is going to change!"

She had no idea how much...and how soon.



THE VIOLATION OF NIKKI

Chapter 1


At a little after noon, the engine of the Miata began to sputter alarmingly. Suddenly, smoke began to billow from beneath the hood, and Nikki let out a high shriek. Something had happened! Maybe the radiator hose had broken. And here she was in the middle of West Texas, with nothing but desert for hundreds of miles!

Through the smoke, Nikki's panicked gaze suddenly fixed on something about a hundred yards or so down the highway. It was a rest stop! Saying a quick prayer of thanks, she applied just the slightest pressure to the gas pedal, praying again the coughing little car would make it just the extra distance. "Come on, baby," she shouted over the sputtering of the engine.

Roughly twenty yards from the rest stop the Miata gave up the ghost. Nikki had already eased the little car onto the shoulder of the highway, and now there was nothing she could do but let the car roll to a sad stop.

Nikki sighed, and brushed a lock of her fine hair out of her eyes. Oh well, she was going to think positively on this trip if it killed her. At least she didn't have far to walk to the rest stop. She could see her car from there easily--hell, she could see for a hundred miles in this country--and could flag down anyone who might come along.

It was a Sunday afternoon, which meant traffic would be light, and it was punishingly hot, nearly 100. But she had dressed for the weather, in a thin white cotton t-shirt and pink shorts, and she had a couple of bottles of Evian in a Playmate cooler. She could sit under one of the covered tables and just wait it out for a highway patrolman if she had to.

So, throwing her purse in the trunk, she locked the car and, carrying the cooler and a dog-eared paperback her roommate had loaned her, she made her way to the rest stop to await her saviors, whomever they might be.

She didn't have long to wait.

---

About fifteen minutes later, Nikki looked up from her novel to the sound of an engine. Walking to the shoulder of the highway, she saw what appeared to be a pickup truck coming her way. A few more minutes of waiting and squinting at the approaching vehicle confirmed the truth. It was indeed a pickup, old-looking and kind of beat-up, but with two passengers. Nikki immediately began waving both her long, tanned arms over her head. "HEEYYY! HEEEEEYYYY!"

The truck pulled into the rest stop with a crunching of gravel and two men got out of the cab. One was tall with shoulder length hair, and well muscled, and wearing an old baseball cap, jeans and a t-shirt with some heavy metal logo on them. His unlikely companion was black, about the other man's height but extremely beefy. Nikki thought of Earl Campbell. His t-shirt was black, with the Public Enemy logo standing out in bright relief.

A quick tinge of nervousness--that quick fluttering of the heart--raced through Nikki at the sight of these two men, but she repressed it. Clearly the assholes at work were making her jumpy around anyone male. And she needed help, pure and simple.

"Something wrong, miss?" said the guy in the cap.

His companion said nothing, but there was something in his eyes she didn't trust. She had seen that look at work. Oh well, the hell with it. She refused to notice it and answered.

"Yeah, my car overheated. I think it might be something with the radiator."
"Hell of a place to break down," the man said, his eyes dropping to Nikki's legs, now deeply tanned under the sunlight.

"Really," she said, "do you think there's anything you can do?"

"Hmm. Well, we can have a look at it, I suppose. Could just be a busted hose. You got your keys?"

Nikki dug in her shorts pocket for the keys. In doing so she didn't notice the grin the two men exchanged.

"Here you go," she said, and smiled her biggest smile, what her roommate called the "cover girl" smile. Couldn't hurt to try to be nice, she figured.

"Well, this might take a sec, miss. You might as well get comfortable," said Baseball Cap, taking the keys. As they walked over to the Miata, Nikki returned to her bench and cracked open the novel. She looked up briefly when she heard the hood open and Baseball Cap say "Whoa!" as a cloud of smoke rose to the blue desert sky. Then she sat and read while the sounds of tinkering commenced.

After about five minutes she looked up and noticed the two men bent over the open hood. They appeared to be talking to each other. The both cast a glance her way, and she managed a smile. They smiled too, but more at each other than back at her. She went back to reading.

She was really getting into the story of the novel, and was therefore jolted back to reality by the voice of Baseball Cap. Jumping, she looked up to see both men standing right in front of her where she sat.

"Y-you startled me!" Nikki exclaimed, trying to sound calm. The butterflies were back.

"Hmm. Well, miss, your car's a real mess, but it shouldn't be too much trouble to fix. Tank and I can do it right here, in fact."

"Oh," she said, surprised, "but...that's wonderful! Th-thank you!"

"Thing is," said Baseball Cap, "there IS the matter of, shall we say, compensation..." He let his voice trai off. His big black friend smiled again, showing a gold incisor.
"Well, of c-course," Nikki said. Why was she stammering, she wondered. "I've brought plenty of money. Just tell me wh-what you need and..."

She stopped, confused. The two men were laughing out loud.

"Wh-what!?" she blurted, confused. "What!?"

"That ain't the compensation we had in mind, honey."

At the sound of the name, and the clear implications of the statement, Nikki suddenly felt the butterflies in her stomach turn into a whole wasps' nest! She felt her heartbeat quicken. This wasn't real, she thought hurriedly, maybe they're kidding! Her eyes darted quickly back to the road. No vehicles. No one for miles. No one at all.

"I-I-I d-don't know wh-what you mean, I-I..." she managed. Fear was enveloping her like a shround. The looks on the men's faces turned deeply sinister.

"Sure you do," said Baseball Cap calmly. "Purty lady all alone, needs the help of two young studs like us"--the other man laughed again while Nikki's gorgeous eyes grew huge--"I think there's much more suitable compensation than money to be had. Right, Tank?"

She stood and clumsily began backing up. "I-I don't think s-s-so..." she said, trying to sound unafriad, knowing she was failing. The men moved towards her, slowly, like predators.

Tears began to form in Nikki's big blue eyes. "P-p-please, wait," she heard herself stammering. It was hopeless. As her mind raced, she assessed her situation as best she could in her confusion. No one for miles. If she ran into the rest stop's ladies room they'd simply follow her. And surrounding them all, the endless unforgiving desert. She simply had nowhere to run, and if she did, the big black guy looked as if he could tackle her in less than five paces.

It was a nightmare. A pure nightmare, all her worst sexual harassment nightmares rolled into one inconceivably horrific reality. How could it be happening? "D-don't," her soft voice began pleading. She continued to back up, shaking her head pleadingly as the men kept moving forward, slowly and deliberately.

"TAKE THEM SHORTS OFF, BITCH! NOW!"

It was the first time the black man had spoken, and his booming voice sent a shock wave of fear through Nikki's jackhammering heart like a gunshot! Reason simply vanished. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA," she screamed, and took off at a run in the direction of the highway, tears now streaming down her perfect unblemished cheeks.

Surprisingly, the men simply watched her run off, laughing raucously. Of course, she realized as she was several yards down the road, they knew she had nowhere to go. And so did she. But she wasn't going to stand there, she just couldn't get raped, she couldn't! Her heavy breathing was racked with sobs as she continued her futile run down the lonely, san-baked desert highway.

Then Nikki heard an engine start. Chancing a glance over her shoulder, she saw the men had boarded their truck and started the engine. Her blue eyes grew saucer-sized with terror as the truck started towards her. Oh God!! They were going to run her down!

Nikki screamed again, a high pitched wail of despair that carried over the desert sands as the truck bore down on her. Then as it neared to within six feet of her, Baseball Cap slowed the truck to her running speed and leaned out the window.

"RUN, BABYYY! SHAKE THAT FIIINE FUCKIN ASS!" he shouted, and whooped with malicious glee as Nikki screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Then the truck stopped. Nikki kept running, though her breath was getting short. She contemplated turning into the desert. But the fear of rattlesnakes held her back, and the fact the truck was a four-wheeler made that option kind of pointless. She continued sobbing and running, a helpless beautiful woman at the mercy of sadistic men, and no help in sight, anywhere.

Then the ultimate horror. She heard the high screech of rubber on asphalt as the truck suddenly kicked into gear and sped toward her. Black spots appeared in Nikki's vision as exhaustion combined with abject terror and the certainty her life was over!

Then she heard the truck begin to pass her. For an instant, barely more than a fraction of a second, she felt she had been spared.
A burst of hope made her kick up a bit of speed in her desperate run for life.

But Tank had opened his door.

The truck was only moving at about twenty miles an hour, but when the passenger door slammed into Nikki's back she felt she had been hit by a train. Her slender body spun in circles as her breath escaped, and she fell flat onto the hot asphalt, winded and helpless. In pain, fear and exhaustion, she mercifully lost consciousness as the truck's brakes squealed somewhere in the distance.

---

Nikki felt her body being lifted and set down into the bed of the pickup. Her back throbbed horribly; she had not been hit hard enough to do any serious damage, but her fear had heightened the pain and she was still somewhat dazed. Through vision blurred by tears and pain, she saw Baseball Cap remove something from the toolkit next to her in the truck's bed.

"Tank," she heard him say. "Pull the plates and vehicle number off this cunt's car and burn the car. She won't be needing it now that she's with us."

Shock registered in Nikki's brain and waked her from her dazed state. "NOO! Please! Not my car!" she tried to scream, though it came out weakly.

"Hey, whaddaya know," said Baseball Cap. "Our little twat's back with us."

He slapped her beautiful face, stunning her. Flat on the truck bed, she sobbed pitifully.

In a momemt, Tank returned. Nikki heard the clatter of metal on the truck bed, her license plates. In the distance, she heard the crackling of flames, and knew her car and her belongings were afire, including her purse and driver's license.

A chill ran through her as she realized the enormity of what that fire was destroying. Nikki Connors had just ceased to exist, simply vanished without a trace. Her car would soon be a burned-out shell, giving no clues as to her plight. Whereever these men where taking her, they could keep her there as long as they wanted.

And while she was there, they could, and certainly would, do anything they wanted to her. Nikki realized that unless a miracle happened, she too, like her car, would be a burned-out shell.

Seconds later, she felt both men manhandling her arms, and the unmistakable ripping sound of a roll of duct tape. The men savagely bound her wrists and ankles with the duct tape, while the beautiful woman lay there and prayed she could die.

Then she heard the men board the cab, and the engine roar. The truck lurched into gear, and they were off.

---

Sometime during the ride, Nikki must have drifted off. The mixture of emotional turmoil had simply taken its toll on her stamina, and her body and mind had had to rest. But now that was past. She started wide awake, and quickly noticed several things.

It was night. They were in the desert somewhere. A campfire crackled nearby. And she was no longer in the bed of the truck, or bound with tape.

She looked around quickly, and her heart jumped and her eyes went wide with terror as she noticed her captors sitting not three feet away on a pair of rocks. Baseball Cap had a huge knife. And Tank had a gun.

"Welcome back, bitch," jeered Baseball Cap. "Now the fun begins."

The men exploded with laughter as Nikki's shrill, high scream carried over the endless desert.....

THE VIOLATION OF NIKKI

Chapter 2

"Wh-wh-what are you going to do to me?"

Nikki Connors still could not believe what was happening to her as it was happening. Only earlier that day she had been on the outset of her dream vacation, and now she was in the hands of two brutal men who were certainly going to rape her, and who knew what else?
They had burned her car, and with it her identification, any way of tracing her. She was theirs.

Tears rolled down her lovely face and she began sobbing quietly as she stared at the men in fear and dreaded anticipation.

"We ain't gonna do a thing, baby," said Baseball Cap with a leer, "just so long as you obey each an' every single order we give you. Is that clear enough for you?"

Squeezing her eyelids shut and sobbing loudly, Nikki nodded.

"I can't HEAR you, bitch!"

"Y-YES!" Nikki managed through tears.

"Yes WHAT!"

"Y-y-y-y-es s-s-sir," she said, opening her eyes again, almost in resignation.

"STAND UP!"

Nikki leapt to her feet.

"Now undress."

"Y-yes sir," she stammered, and began peeling off her shirt.

"SLOWER! Jeezis," said Baseball Cap, sounding annoyed. "We want time to enjoy the show."

In despair, the beautiful woman slowed down her motions, lifting the sweat-soiled t-shirt over her head. Her firm A-cup breasts were held by a demure lace bra, and Nikki reached behind her to unclasp the bra. Then, weeping, she dropped the undergarment to the desert floor and stood there topless for her abductors in the moon and firelight.

The men whooped and applauded, and Nikki's face burned with shame and shone with the wetness of her tears. This was only the second time in her life she had been naked before a man.

The first was an ill-fated college romance. Then, after she had joined her church, she had vowed to stay celibate until marriage. But that was ending, horribly, tonight in the desert, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

"Now the shorts," ordered Baseball Cap.

Slowly, and awash in a new wave of humiliation, Nikki unsnapped the front of her pink shorts and eased them off her tiny waist. They fell with a light clump to the dirt. Baseball Cap made a slight motion with his knife, and the woman, after wiping her face, slipped her fingertips underneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them down.

She was now naked. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover her bush, and then Baseball Cap made a warning motion with his knife, and she hurriedly dropped her hands to her sides. Nikki was naked, on display for the inspection of these men who, for all practical purposes, owned her. Her perfect body gleamed in the firelight, theirs to take.

She wept in her utter humiliation.

"On your hands and knees, cunt!" Baseball Cap ordered, and Nikki dropped to all fours as fast as if she'd been kicked by a mule. "Now crawl over to Tank."

Slowly, sobbing aloud, the beautiful woman crawled like an obedient dog over to the black man, whose thighs might each have been as big around as her slim waist.

"Now," said Baseball Cap, leaning forward and speaking softly in a tone that carried the threat of horrible punishment, "you're going to give Tank here the best blowjob any bitch ever gave anybody. You're going to be very careful not to bite him, and you're going to swallow every drop of cum when he shoots into your mouth. If you don't do all those things I'm gonna take this knife and cut off your right tit."

Nikki shrieked involuntarily. She had no choice, this she knew. Oh, this was horror, horror. She had never had a man's penis in her mouth; the thought was too revolting! But the men's expressions told her they weren't lying about the torture they'd inflict upon her flawless body, and so she had to consent. "Y-y-y-yes sir," she said through sobs, and reached for Tank's zipper.

"Wait," said Tank. She stopped, confused.

"Ask permission, bitch."

For an instant she was confused, then the horror of the situation solidified. Of course, they had to humiliate her time and time again. It wouldn't end.

"M-m-may I p-please have p-p-perm-m-mission to g-give you a blow..a blow... blowjob, s-s-s-sir?" Nikki managed to ask, as her gorgeous blue eyes gleamed anew in the firelight with fresh tears.

"Well, okay, bitch," said Tank almost jovially, "since you ask SO nicely."

Fighting grief, fear, and revulsion, Nikki's long, manicured fingers reached for Tank's zipper. Briefly the snap seemed to resist opening, then it came free, and the zipper slid down with ease. In a second, Nikki saw why.

Underneath Tank's boxer shorts, already free through the slit in front, his erection practically towered before her bright, terrified eyes. It was fully eleven inches long, with a thick network of blood vessels running all along the shaft. The head alone seemed nearly the size of a racquetball; thick with blood, it shone smooth as if polished in the light of the crackling fire.

Nikki couldn't be sure if her fear-numbed mind was playing tricks with her as it seemed the hole of the urethra opened and closed slightly, as if trying to cry out in its perverse desire. The man's cock, gleaming like a mahogany club, seemed like a weapon. A weapon he would wield in her sexual conquest and defeat.

Tank laughed at the shocked expression on Nikki's classic features. "Well, bitch, you asked..." he said with a hint of menace.

Unsure of how to start, Nikki leaned forward nervously, then placed her pretty pink lips against the huge cockhead and kissed it. She kept kissing for a few seconds, then moved her lips down the shaft. Then, swallowing the urge to be sick, she extended her toungue and licked up and down the shaft slowly, like a popsicle.

Tank's breathing began to get louder; at least he wasn't getting impatient yet, she figured, so she must be starting well.
Extending her tongue further, she now began licking faster, using the broad flat part of her pink tongue. It brushed against the cockhole and Nikki tasted something slightly salty there. She didn't want to know what it might be.

Squeezing her eyelids shut in both nervousness and to staunch a new flow of tears, the beautiful naked woman wrapped her soft, virgin lips around the head of her new master's cock.

Tank moaned slightly. With her right hand, Nikki steadied the massive tool at its base while she began moving her head up and down, creating a sucking rhythm and stretching her jaw to its fullest to avoid any contact with her perfect white teeth. Her lips gripped the cockshaft firmly as she sucked, and the flat portion of her tongue brushed rhythmically against the sensitive underside of the head.

Tank's breathing grew rapid, then moans began to rise in his throat. Her fearful eyes never left his face as she sucked him, wary of any change that might show she'd done something wrong. For five full minutes, her jaw straining with the effort of pleasing her captor, she sucked, sucked, and sucked. Then it happened.

Tank suddenly grabbed her head and, with a fistful of her lovely hair, pushed her face close into his musky crotch. And he came into her mouth.

Nikki had never tasted a man's cum, and it revolted her. Not the flavor itself, which, she was alarmed to find, was not so awful as she'd feared. But the fact that she was being raped, forced into sex, with no way to escape, the fact that she was their plaything, their slave, all these things bore into her mind with despair and terror as stream after stream of hot semen emptied from Tank's balls into Nikki's beautiful, ravished mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" groaned Tank, as Nikki, with a new stream of tears flowing in rivers down her high cheeks, swallowed his copious load. She tasted the sperm on her tongue, felt it flow down her esophagus into her stomach. "SWALLOW MY CUM YOU HOT CUNT, AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Tank's grip on Nikki's hair relaxed, and she felt the stream of semen began to slow, then halt. For several moments she held his softening member between her stretched, pink lips, in case there was something more he would require. But finally he pulled her free.

She gasped to catch her breath, periodically gulping down the stringy remnants of jism that still nestled on her tongue and palate, and the big black man gasped above her, and finally caught his breath.

"Think we may have struck gold here, motherfucker," he said to the other man, and laughed. Sweat glistened on Nikki's naked form, although the night was cool. "This cunt is fine as SHIT!" Tank added.

"Okay, cumdrinker," Baseball Cap barked at her, "my turn."

Resigned to her fate, and knowing the longer she played along the longer she might survive her ordeal, Nikki obeyed readily. The fear had not died down--she knew it never would--but her instinct of self-preservation took over. She knelt before Baseball Cap and said, "P-please sir, may I have the p-privilege of sucking your cock?"

"Why you certainly may!" Baseball Cap said with a huge smile. Nikki reached for his zipper and opened his pants with slight difficulty, but soon she had his penis out and in front of her gorgeous face. He was smaller than Tank, but his cockhead glowed huge and purple in the firelight. The naked woman began the same kiss/lick/suck action she had tried on Tank, and soon Baseball Cap was yelling out as he neared orgasm.

"AAH! AAH! AAH! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKIN HOT COCKSUCKING BITCH! AAAAAH, FUCK!" he cried out, and he shot his load into her mouth. His cum was more bitter than Tank's, but there was less of a load, and with an effort Nikki swallowed the lot in a couple of big gulps.

He pulled his dick from her lips and she wept softly as her captor regained his breath and composure. She felt utterly, totally humiliated and defeated.

She was wrong. There was more.

Tank stood up, and Nikki noticed with shock and surprise he was erect again. "Stand up," he ordered her. "Yes s-sir," she yelped and leapt to her feet, wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Get into the back of the truck, bitch, and lie down."

"Yessir, I'm going, sir!" She went quickly. In the bed of the truck, a large bedroll had been laid out.
This was it. She knew now for certain, they were going to fuck her pussy, fuck her the way only a woman's husband should fuck her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Crying, she crawled into the truck bed and lay on her back, shivering in fear and the cold of the desert night. Tank crawled on top of her, and she thought, "He'll crush me, he's so big, oh God, please save me..." But only stars gleamed back at her from the sky.

Tank pushed her thighs apart, and Nikki cried out as she felt his huge cockhead push at her vaginal opening. He had no condom, she quickly realized. He would make her pregnant! And what if he had some disease! Terror upon terror washed over the crying woman as the huge, dark cock began its violation of her pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIEE! AAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS!" Nikki shrieked! "OH GOOOOOD IT'S TOO BIG!"

But Tank pumped harder, faster, and more and more of his huge tool pushed into her pussy, into her belly. Seven, eight, nine, ten, all eleven inches!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGHH!" she screamed. "RAAPE! RAAAAAAAPE!"

Her cries only seemed to spur Tank on, and rape it was. He pumped harder, banging her soft, delicate ass against the truck bed. The cock was fully as big around as her wrist, and it plowed into her perfect, model's body with punishing force.

Nikki thought she felt something tear inside her vagina. She couldn't tell. Pain was her life. Fear was her existence. The fucking continued until she was too worn down even to cry out anymore, then, to her surprise, Tank turned onto his back, pulling her smaller, ravaged body onto his stomach. She lay there panting, his cock still wedged to the hilt inside her belly.

Tank grabbed her ass cheeks and began pumping again, a slower rhythm, but just as painful. She wept into his massive barrel chest as he raped her.

Then, she felt the back of the truck lurch somewhat, and in a moment realized the other man had climbed into the back as well.

Before she could fathom what was about to occur, she felt the other cock press against her tiny, pink, puckered asshole.

"Oh God...OH GOD! NOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Nikki howled like a madwoman as the head of Baseball Cap's dick inched its way into her virgin rectum.

It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! They were both raping her at the same time! And sodomizing her!! It was beyond nightmare! Beyond hell!

With a savage thrust, Baseball Cap plowed into her agonized asshole like a pile driver.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGHH!!" she screamed and screamed. "IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRRRRTTSSS!"

But both men simply increased the force of the savage double penetration. Her face was utterly drenched with tears, her voice reduced to a pathetic whimper: "...hurts...hurts...hurts..."

Suddenly, Nikki felt Tank jerk convulsively underneath her, and something warm filled her cunt. He had come, she knew it. And she knew, without a doubt, that she had just been made pregnant. It was that time in her cycle; she knew it like the back of her hand. She had no fight left in her at all as the other man came deep inside her brutalized, bleeding rectum.

Spent, the two men lay panting, with the raped, defeated form of Nikki Conners sandwiched between them. Gradually, with their softening cocks still in her aching, throbbing holes, they fell asleep. Eventually, Nikki herself fell into an exhausted, nightmare-laden slumber as the cum dried between her legs and the tears dried on her lovely face.

Bathed in sweat, gleaming in the dawn sun, the naked body of Nikki Connors lay spread eagled, face down on the desert floor, her wrists and ankles tied to stakes. With her head raised to see what her captors were about, she pleaded, begged for release and mercy.

"P-p-please," the beautiful woman begged, "Wh-whatever you're doing, please, d-d-don't hurt me. I'll do any-anything. EVERYTHING! Whatever you want! P-please untie me! I'll suck you, I'll"--she said the word with difficulty--"f-f-fuck you, all you want...."
Baseball Cap emerged from the back of the truck where he and Tank had been rummaging around. She sight of him sent a shock wave of fear through her body. In his hand he held a long strip of thin metal, like a car antenna, she thought. Thin metal wires had been wrapped around it to sturdy it.

He knelt by her head as she buried her face in the sand and cried. "I know you're gonna do whatever we want. Thing is, we're gonna do whatever WE want, too. And one of the things we wanna do is listen to a sexy, tight young piece of fuckmeat like yourself scream."

She continued to cry. This was madness, this was hell! "Wh-why!?" she pleaded.

The man just smiled.

"Oh, no," she began to gasp as she felt his coarse hand grip and knead her silky round ass cheeks. "PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! NOOO! DON'T WHIP ME! DON'T HURT MMEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sobs racked her mercilessly.

"Nice," she heard Baseball Cap say. Then...

The purest, white agony shot through her body as the metal whip lashed her ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Nikki howled.

And again, the brutal whip came down.

There were a total of ten lashes, but each had such force that the beautiful, pain-wracked woman fainted after the fifth. Shortly after the final blow, she felt herself stirring, her mind and body awhirl with pain. Tank was rubbing some kind of oil onto her ass cheeks, and she felt the bleeding welts where the whip had come down. Oh God, how could they do this to her?

She felt her wrists being freed from the stakes, but the ropes remained on her. Her ankles were then untied, and those ropes were removed. Tank roughly flipped her onto her back, and almost instantly something warm, wet and familiar doused her pretty face.

Baseball Cap had been excited to orgasm by the whipping he'd inflicted, and she'd been flipped to take a full shot of his cum on her perfect face. She thought she might die from the shame. But everywhere, her body was so charged with pain she couldn't even weep. It was all she could do to keep her breath.

"You liked that, whore, didn't you?" Baseball Cap said.

She wanted to scream, give into the horror and agony and let her mind go. But she knew she had to obey.

"Y-y-yes sir. Th-thank you, s-s-sir."

Hauling her to her wobbly feet, he then announced, "We're going to our place, a secret little place where me and Tank and some other boys spend their time when they wanna get away from the rat race. It's about three miles that way, through the desert. I think they're gonna like you, baby! They're gonna like you a lot!" And he laughed.

As what he said sank in, Nikki reeled in horror! More men! More rape! She couldn't bear it, she couldn't! Ridding herself of all dignity, she dove at his feet!

"NOOO! Please. I CAN'T! Not that! NOT GANG RAPE! PLEASE DON'T LET THEM GANG RAPE MEEEEEEE!" Her speech gave way to heavy sobs.

He leaned down.

"Remember what I said, you obey," and he dragged her on her still wobbly legs to the back of the truck. She couldn't beg anymore; she just cried.

Baseball Cap looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of stuck up cunt who wouldn't give a guy like him the time of day. Well, now the shoe was on the other foot. He smiled broadly as he tied the ropes around her wrist to another rope, then tied that rope to the trailer hitch of the truck. For an instant Nikki looked at what he was doing in confusion, then, when realization set in, she begged, "Oh, no, please. I can't. I can't."

The two men hopped into the cab, and Baseball Cap called out, "It's only three miles. You oughta be able to keep up!" And laughing, the men started the truck.
Of course, she realized, that's why he whipped her then. She could barely stand, let alone run. This was just more cruelty. She cried. Why? Why?

The truck lurched into gear, and the beautiful woman was yanked forward and flew onto her stomach. The truck stopped. Nearly winded, Nikki stood as best she could and the truck started again.

It kept to a slow speed, and she jogged behind it, naked, enslaved, helpless.

But it would be three miles.

And the hot desert sun was rising.

And at the end of the line....

Nikki tried to block her thoughts as the truck pulled her through the desert.

DEBBIE DOES.......!



Joey looked at the girl wimpering at his feet. She had been such a tease! Living in the apartment down the hall and wearing as little as she did at the pool. He wasn't the only guy in the complex who wanted to see this snotty bitch humiliated!

He took her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled a little not being able to get her balance with her hands tied at the wrists and her elbows tied together behind her back. He'd invited her to his apartment for a casual drink and proceeded to get her in the mood. They'd had some wild sex, and she'd loved it. But then he'd gotten nasty and brought out the rope.

With no clothes to speak of, her huge breasts hung on her ribcage, upthrust with huge nipples pointing the the ceiling. The ball gag in her mouth would keep her quiet while he humiliated and tortured her aching body. He was getting another boner just thinking about it! Maybe later he'd invited some of the other guys over to get in on the action. They could all use a sex slave for the weekend.

He forced her facedown on the couch, ass in the air and slapped her ass hard a couple of times to make it pink. She squirmed and grunted behind the gag. Her asshole winked at him as he pulled the round globes of her ass far apart to the point of almost tearing the thin skin inbetween. He was going to fuck that ass good, he thought, and maybe fill it full of a couple of other surprises. He grinned to himself. First it needed to be cleaned good, he thought, as he absentmindedly grabbed and twisted her ass cheeks and took a swig of cold beer. Ah, what better! A beer enema....

He slapped her ass again and sat his beer on the coffeetable. He took another short piece of rope and tied her wrist to the leg of the couch pulling it up and over the back, forcing her elbows and wrist further up her back and her ass higher in the air to take some of the pressure off her shoulders.

He quickly got a large funnel from the kitchen, and after fingering her wet pussy, shoved it into her cunt, in and out to coat it well. He could hear her complaining behind the gag and backhanded her ass hard as punishment. He slipped the plastic funnel out of her steaming cunt and pressed the nozzle into her anus.
"You better loosen up, bitch, or this is really gonna hurt". He spread her cheeks with his left hand and slowly shoved the nozzle up her rectum. She screamed into the gag and Joey smiled.

When the widening nozzle was half-way up Debbie's asshole, Joey placed his whole hand over the opening of the funnel and shoved with all his might. She screamed again as the plastic forced itself up her anus a good seven inches. It had hit the turn in her bowels and would go no further with her bent as she was.

Joey moved the funnel in and out of her stretched bunghole until she was fairly relaxed all the while sliding four fingers into her pussy and stretching her insides. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and reached over and picked up his still cold beer. Bad waste of good beer, but what the hell, he thought. He stood back to look at his handiwork.

His cock shot out to maximum hardness as he surveyed the bitch with her legs spread, ass in the air, with a large funnel sticking out of her rectum. He tipped the bottle up at the edge of the funnel and laughed meanly as the cold, fizzy, brown liquid poured down the funnel. He poured the whole bottle at once and watched as a small tidal pool of beer slowly drained into her bowels. She was grunting and screaming as she felt the beer sweep up her bowels. Joey slapped her ass again, getting off on the slosh of beer inside her ass.

"Gee, cunt, how about some more doesn't appear that one was enough to fill you up." Joey quickly retreaved another cold beer from the fridge. This time he pulled out the funnel, and before her sphincter could retract, tipped up the bottle and shoved the opening into her asshole. He shoved harder and laughed as her ass was slowly stretched to accomodate the widening of the bottle.

When the bottle was only half sticking out of her tortured asshole. He let go and enjoyed watching the beer drain into her bowels. She looked like such a cunt, with the emptying bottle stuck in her ass and waving in the air. He couldn't help but laugh.

"This enough for you, you slut? I guess you won't be teasing around here again anytime soon, huh?"

By this time Debbie's stomach was painfully hard with the beer filling her bowels and was beginning to cramp up.
But she still couldn't move from the bent position she was in. Joey slapped her ass again a couple times and left her there with the bottle protruding from her asshole, her ass cheeks massaging it as she squirmed. Joey's big mutt, Chief, came in from the bedroom and walked over to the couch and proceeded to sniff at her open cunt.

Debbie Does 2


Debbie's ass was getting cold sticking way up from the couch and her intestines were still cramped up with the beer enema Joey had given her. Her arms were starting to hurt stretched out in front of her over her head and tied over the back of the couch.

Suddenly she felt a wet nose at her spread crotch. Joey's dog was sniffing at her dripping snatch and spread asshole. Joey suddenly walked back in from the kitchen and slapped at the dog. "Don't worry, boy, you'll get your turn at this bitch, but right now I gotta finish her up myself".

He turned to Debbie, slapping her ass a couple times and kneeding her round asscheeks. "How's that enema coming, Cunt!. I think maybe you need a little more liquid sloshing up your hole". And with that he roughly inserted the long funnel again, shoving it down into her upturned ass as far as he could go and unzipped his pants.

He could feel all that beer he'd drank earlier just itching to get out. Debbie moaned and twitched her ass as she felt the hot sting of Joey's piss fill up the funnel and run down into her rectum.

Finishing with a relieved sigh, he reached over and picked up the objects he'd brought back in from the kitchen. His fingers burned from the cold of the ice cube, as he jerked out the funnel and pressed the cold ice cube against Debbie's spasming asshole.

"You're just a little too hot, Bitch, I think we'll cool you down some. We've got a long way to go yet!"

He held the ice cube right at Debbie's hole with his thumb and pointer finger and took the palm of his other hand and slammed it into the cold cube, forcing it roughly down into her grasping rectum.

Debbie jerked as she felt the cold burn through her insides and mix with the slosh of the enema. She struggled to move her ass out of the way of yet another cube but only got a hard slap for her troubles.

"Here's another for you, cunt! Let's see how many we can get into that ass of yours. Then we'll just wait until they melt and clean you out."

Joey kept shoving cube after cube down into her anal passage until her ass was full and her stomach hard. Debbie was shivering with the cold intruders shifting around in her hole. Joey sat down and flicked on the TV and watched a couple of shows while waiting for the ice to melt. Debbie kneeled on her knees, ass in the air, shivering terrified of what he had planned next.


Debbie Does 3


Finally Joey untied her, and carried her, ass in the air to the bathroom and slammed her down on the toilet. "Get rid of all that shit, Bitch. If I find one little piece left I'll make you eat it!" He forced her mouth open and shoved his hard cock in while she shit herself clean. She was one hell of a cock-sucker, he thought, as his balls boiled with cum...

"Drink it all, you whore!", he shouted and shoved it further down her throat and emptied his loaded rod. She started choking but Joey slapped her and shot the rest down her throat.

He pulled out his limp dick and pulled her roughly up. "Clean yourself up, cunt and hurry up about it. Chief's getting antsy; he can smell cunt a mile away." He shut the bathroom door behind him and waited patiently for her to finish.

He walked in a couple minutes later and roughly shoved her down to the hard cold floor with her battered ass pointing toward the sky. He pushed three fingers into her cunt and found it wet, then shoved them into her ass hole to keep it stretched for Chief. That dog loved tight assholes.

As he continued reaming her ass, he reached up and retrieved a toothpaste tube and a toothbrush from the sink. He pulled his hand out of her ass, quickly rinsed it off and put an big glob of toothpaste on the toothbrush and brought it down to her heated pussy.

"This will feel good in a few minutes, whore, you'll feel it all the way to you throat!" And saying that, he shoved the toothbrush into her cunt as far as he could without loosing it and starting sawing it in and out of her ravaged pussy hole.

He twisted it around, coating the inside of her pussy with the toothpaste which very shortly started heating up her hole. She struggled to get away from the burning but couldn't because it was inside her and would continue until the menthol was dissolved.

He jerked it out of her cunt, put another big glob on it and shoved it up her rectum, loving the way her sphincter grasped at the brush as he pulled it out and shoved it back in twisting it around like he'd done in her pussy.

Joey pulled it out of Debbie's bunghole and threw it in the trash. Then he pulled her up and dragged a struggling Debbie into the livingroom where she saw Chief sitting by the end of the couch, wagging his tail.

"Here we are, boy, your own cunt to play with". Debbie started moaning behind the gag as the toothpaste started really burning up her cunt and asshole. They both felt as if they were being stretched open by a fist, as though she had no control over closing them again.

Debbie's breasts jiggled as Joey pushed her roughly into a straight back chair. The legs and sides of the back were just round posts; made of light weight wood. He grabbed her wrists and tied them with a small rope around her back forcing her tits way out. Just like he liked them, he laughed to himself.

He grabbed a couple pieces of thin wire and pinching her nipples hard between his fingers, he pulled them up and out from Debbie's chest like taffy and encircled the engorged nipples with the wire and pulled tight until her nipples stayed hard and erect. He tightened it more until they were almost cut off her tit. Debbie screamed behind her gag.

He layed down the chair on its back and turned her over and arranged her kneeling on the chair back which now rested on the floor. Her chest rested on the front legs of the chair and her tortured nipples and tits hung down between the newels of the chair legs. Joey grabbed the wires attached to her nipples and jerked them forward tying them to the bottom newel of the chair legs.


Debbie couldn't move back or forward without pulling the shit out of her nipples and maybe tearing them off her tits. She moaned behind the gag as Joey grabbed the chair and set it upright. Now her ass was in the air again, her legs spread and sticking straight up in the air and tied to the sides of the chair back. Her chest rested on the seat of the chair and her head hung down off the edge of the chair seat.

Joey pulled her head up by her hair and motioned the dog over. "Here, slut, suck Chief and get him hot for you! Then if you're real good, we'll let him dog-fuck your sleazy asshole; which I'll keep good and stretched while you suck his dick". It took a couple of slaps before Debbie would open her mouth, but Joey positioned the dog so his sheath and balls were right in her face. She couldn't move her head to breathe so it was either suck the dog or asphixiated herself.

Joey laughed as her mouth opened and Chief's big slimey dog dick began to slide out of the sheath and into her waiting mouth. He got up while Chief was having his suck and reach for the baseball bat he kept in the hall closet.

"Guess this will keep you nice and stretched for Chief's dick, you whore!". And he pressed the large end of the bat to her asshole and pushed downward slowly with all his strength.

She screamed with her mouth full of dog-dick as the bat slowly sank into her rectum. Joey was using both hands now and shoved harder when it hit bottom. He laughed again at her screams.

"Well, you look kinda cute with you legs spread wide up in the air and a bat sticking out of your ass hole". He gave it one more shove. "Yeah, kinda cute!"

He called to Chief, who jerked his dick out , leaving slime to drool out of Debbie's mouth. Joey could see he was good and hot. He took the chair and let it fall down to the floor. The action making Debbie scream as her nipples were almost wrenched off with the jolt.

"Here, Chief, come and fuck this dog-bitch! Maybe if you like it, we can keep her around to satisfy you, huh, boy", Joey laughed.

Debbie struggled and moaned as Joey spread her ass cheeks and let Chief stick his tongue up her cunt. It was humiliating to Debbie how good it felt to have that long tongue twisting in her cunt.

Joey pulled the bat out of her ass a little way and shoved it back in a couple times. Then jerked it all the way out. As her asshole stood stretched to mammoth proportions, he motioned to Chief, who without another thought planted both front paws on her back and shoved his big rod up her rectum.

Joey taunted her, as the dog shoved his dick further in her gaping asshole. "This way you have no control over his pump, slut, he can shove it all in and it'll hurt like hell. But, boy it'll be worth it just to see your teasing ass full of dog dick, you cunt!. I bet you don't know what happens when that knot comes out either do you. Since you can't see it I'll give you a blow by blow." Joey laughed again.

"When that knot, which I hate to tell you is as big as my fist, slut, gets to your hole, Chief's gonna slam it in and you'll be stuck to the fucking dog until he's finished spilling his jizz!"

God this is great, he thought, That slut tease was gonna be tied to that chair and bred to a dog like a bitch in heat! And since he had a good 1/2 hour on his hands, he figured he'd call up a couple buddy's and watch TV for a while. Then they could start with the REAL fun!


Debbie Does 4



As Joey watched Chief pump his dog dick up the rectum of the writhing girl, he got pretty hot. He walked over to the moaning bitch and grabbed her hair and jerked her face up to his hard straining cock. It was waving with excitement waiting for her warm mouth to close around it.

Without much protest at this point, Debbie's mouth opened wide and engulfed Joey's hot rod. He closed his eyes and stood there enjoying her wet tongue action.

What a life! he thought. Maybe he really would keep this bitch around to satisfy him and Chief. Of course, she'd have to give up her apartment, but he knew she was between jobs right now so it wouldn't take much to "coerce" her into servitude.


Joey stiffened as his cock spewed cum into Debbie's mouth and he pulled it out quickly to let the rest hit her in the face.

"Get it all, cunt", he growled, "or you won't know what hit you". Joey shoved the gag back in her mouth leaving the cum to dry on her face.

Chief was still pounding into her asshole safe in the knowledge that this she-bitch wasn't getting away from him now. His big knob had slammed into her sphincter and lodged in place and he was pumping hard enough to skid the chair on the wood floor and jerk Debbie's wired nipples painfully. She moaned again and again causing Joey to laugh out loud as he picked up the phone.

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The knock on the door jerked him from his reverie as he sat on the couch, drinking a beer and watching Debbie's humiliation in between shots of the basketball game that blared on the TV. He quickly got up, turned down the game and went to answer the door.

"Hey, Bob, how's it going? Timmy and Jon, glad you could come."

"Shit, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Timmy replied, "that bitch was one hell of a tease by the pool. 'Bout time someone showed her. Chad will be over later with you know what". Timmy winked.

Joey laughed, "Well, Chief's showing her now...wanna come see?"

They all practically ran into the living room and stopped short in amazement as they saw Chief still pumping away shoving his big dog dick up Debbie's intestines. They all got hard-ons immediately when they spied her big tits swaying and jerking with the dog's thrusts and her nipples stretched to almost an inch and a half from where the wires cut into them. They looked ready to sever from her tits.

"Damn," they all murmered under their breath.

"Have at her, boys, the nights still young", Joey smirked. As Joey went into the kitchen, the three guys walked over to Debbie and Bob, with his pants already around his thighs, grabbed Debbie's hair and jerked her head up.


"Remember me, bitch, how 'bout a little suck here seeing as the dog has your ass filled up right now".

Debbie's eyes widened with shock and humiliation as she recognized the three men standing around her. They had been among those who lived at the complex that she'd had special thrills in teasing. She moaned as Bob jerked the gag out of her mouth and forcing her mouth wide, he shoved all eight inches of his hard rod down her throat making her gag and choke.

Timmy and Jon knelt down and started rubbing their hands all over Debbie's body, anywhere they could reach. Of course, Chief had her asshole, but that left her pussy wide open, dripping wet they soon found.

Timmy bent over and reaching under Chief and over her tied legs, he shoved four fingers into her cunt, driving them in hard enough to jerk the chair a little and pull at her aching nipples.

Jon, meanwhile, was fascinated with her big swaying tits and using both hands, reached between her and Bob and grabbed both tits, squeezing them as hard as he could. Debbie moaned again but no one really heard it with her mouth so stuffed with Bob's dick. Jon took his time, slapping her tits one at a time and watching them wiggle. Her nipples continued to stretch and he grabbed one of the pieces of wire and pulled even tighter.

Debbie screamed as her nipple stretched more, tearing the skin and causing a drop of blood to hit the towel Joey had put under her. Getting turned on even more, Jon grabbed the other wire and jerked it hard. "Now you got matching nips, bitch." he laughed meanly. "Hows it going guys?", he looked at Bob and Timmy.

It didn't take long for Bob to get his rocks off and Jon and Timmy quickly took his place. When they'd finished they shoved the gag back in. Chief was getting finished, too. He slid his dog dick out of her asshole and after taking his tongue and sliding it up her slit and into her cunt a few times, he walked over to the corner and set down on his rug, completely disinterested.

Debbie's sphincter was still spasming. Joey, who had been watching with interest from the couch and slowly handling his rod, got up and reached for the broom he had brought from the kitchen.


"You guys finished for now?" he asked them. And getting amused smirks proceeded to take the plastic handled broom and ram it into Debbie's quickly shrinking asshole.

She screamed behind the gag as the end of the broom was shoved up into her rectum a good eight inches.

"Shut up, slut!," Joey growled, and he slapped the hell out of her ass cheeks. "It's time you earned your keep!".

He quickly untied her and gave her a few minutes to get all the feeling back. He untied the wires on her nipples from the chair but left them tied around her now blueing nipples. "I need the kitchen and livingroom floors swept, cunt, and it better be done right the first time!"

The guys sat and talked and watched as Debbie, her body aching, waddled slowly, into the kitchen with the broom handle stuck way up her butthole sweeping a wide swathe as she walked back and forth over the kitchen floor.


Debbie Does 5


After about 20 minutes of watching Debbie walk back and forth in front of them with the broom handle shoved up her ass, sweeping the floor, it didn't take long for all four guys to get in the mood again. The TV still gave out intermittant cheering from the basketball game and the guys had just all finished their second beer and were ready for more.

"Come here, cunt" Joey called to her. Debbie waddled over to the couch where Joey sat, the broom sweeping a zig-zag trail behind her as it probed her aching asshole making large circular movements inside her intestines.

"Bend over, bitch"

Debbie obediently bent at the waist, her ass facing the guys on the couch. Joey grabbed the long plastic handle of the broom and forced it even farther up her rectum, eliciting a ragged grunt from the tortured girl.

"Nice ass. Looks like we can put just about anything up that wide ass. What do you think guys?" Joey looked at the others who sat with smirks on their faces.
"Yeh," Timmy said, "I think we could figure out a few ways to keep that ass full". And he got up, draped one leg over the broom handle so that he was straddling it and brought his knees together so that he was holding the handle.

He grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed them together while he forced the handle again further up Debbie's upturned ass. Debbie moaned and Joey slapped her as he grabbed for the hanging pieces of wire that cut her nipples from her tit flesh.

"Nice long nipples, bitch, I think I'd like to have 'em stay that way". Saying that, he got up and went over to desk that sat against the wall. From the top drawer he drew out a hypodermic needle and a small bottle of clear liquid.

"This oughta keep 'em up for a long time, cunt!" Debbie saw what he carried and squirmed trying to get out of Timmy's hand's, but between his hands holding her hips and the broom handle impaling her ass, she could hardly move.

"Bend her over the coffee table, Timmy," Joey said.

The others gathered around eagerly as they watched Joey take the needle and fill it full of liquid.

"A friend of mine got me this from the hospital where she works. I think it just might do the trick", he laughed meanly and told Timmy to tie each wire to opposite legs of the coffee table.

Debbie knelt bent over, her ass still full of broom handle and her tits stretched out to either side of the long table.

Her nipples were stretched to grotesque lengths, to literally two inches long and held there. Joey took the needle and placed it right at the tip of her left nipple.

"Watch this needle go right into the nipple, cunt. It'll fill that nipple full of a stiffening liquid that will be semi- permanant. Those nipples will be stretched out from now on unless I decide to shoot 'em full of the antidote. I think we'll be able to find a lot to do those fuckin' knobs!"



The guys all took collective breaths as Joey forced the long needle roughly directly into Debbie's left elongated nipple and quickly shot the nipple full of serum. Debbie screamed behind the gag as the liquid poured into her nipple and stiffened it up. Then Joey quickly injected the right nipple with the same.

"There, cunt, enjoy. In fact I think I'd like them a little longer," and pushed her shoulders up, almost tearing the nipples off as they watched both nipple harden into long bullet shapes.

"That'll do it guys", and he quickly cut the wires. Debbie screamed as the blood rushed back into her elongated nipples, turning them from blue to throbbing red.

Joey straightened her up and everyone got instant hard ons looking at those 3 inch long nipples sticking straight out from her tits. And what glorious tits! Maybe those huge tits could benefit from the same. Joey figured he could save that for another time when they could all get together and enjoy her.