======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.asu.edu!ennfs.eas.asu.edu!cs.utexas.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.physics.uiowa.edu!newsrelay.iastate.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: CONVICTS VISIT ME 2/2 Date: 17 Mar 1996 21:21:35 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 555 Message-ID: <4ihvov$4ls@dfw-ixnews5.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ix-dc7-26.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sun Mar 17 3:21:35 PM CST 1996 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:140060 We played another hand. I had nothing. I mean _nothing_. I don't think there was a more mismatched combination of cards in the deck. Bruce won. At least this would be quick. I was wearing a miniskirt with an elastic waistband. He had me stand up then he knelt down in front of me (what a show-off) but to my surprise, he reached _under_ my skirt. "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing him away. "I won. I get to take off any article of clothing of yours that I want. I want to remove your panties." He said. "You can't do that. It's not fair." I said, pushing him a little harder. Tom and Rod were starting to snicker. "Tell it to Hoyle," Rod said. He reached up and grabbed hold of my panties and tore them off - literally. At least I wasn't any more exposed then before that hand...although I felt like I was. I never go without underwear so having my panties off, even with my skirt on, made me feel very naked and vulnerable. Tom dealt another hand (when do I get to deal?) and I looked at my cards. While I was looking, I felt a hand on my leg. I jumped and looked around. Everyone was looking at their cards and no one seemed to notice. It was Bruce. I looked at him and he had a very serious poker-face on as he rubbed his hand up my thigh. My pelvis twitched at the touch. I gasped. How could my body respond to this jerk? Needless to say, I lost that round. Rod had four aces in his hand. I've never seen that happen before. No one else looked surprised or amazed. "I want you to remove your own skirt, Shelly, but do it real sexy." Rod said. I stood up to obey. Have you ever sat with friends drinking then stood up to go to the bathroom and it feels like all the booze hits you at once? That's how it was for me. I felt high before I stood up but once I stood, I was even higher. Nothing made sense and I couldn't think straight at all. All I knew was that there was loud music with a dance beat and I was supposed to take off my skirt. That doesn't make sense but you get the picture - nothing made sense. I turned my back on the guys and started swaying my hips slowly and seductively but then faster to the beat of the music. The song was Janet Jackson's song about being in control. (How ironic!) I didn't think we even had that CD. I slid my hands down my sides, over my hips, still swaying. I turned around, still swaying. The music sped up and so did I. My tits bounced up and back in place (not down - they are too firm). I stretched my hands above my head which made my mid section elongate and look even skinnier. I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt as if I were going to pull it down but then I turned my back to them. I swayed slowly and seductively once again and pulled the back of my skirt down just far enough to show pale untanned skin but released the skirt back to its original position. I faced them again and pulled the skirt down in front enough to let the top of my pubic area show. They made some noises which I ignored. I turned my back to them and bent way over. I grasped the bottom hem of the skirt and slowly pulled the skirt. It slid from my narrow waist to my wider hips, down over my rounded ass to my thighs, where it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt, did a few more dancing moves, then stopped (as the music stopped) in a spread eagle position looking up. I started laughing hard as the next song came on and looked around. The guys weren't laughing but they all had the same kind of look on their faces. I was trying to think about what they had told me. This was just a game, right? No one was going to get hurt and looking was okay. What else did they say? I was glad the game was done because they were starting to scare me. This whole thing had been way too wild for me. I reached down for my clothes but they were gone. I looked around. I didn't see my clothes anywhere. I said, "Excuse me" and turned to go upstairs and get dressed. Bruce followed me. "I need to use the bathroom," he said. "You don't need to go upstairs," I told him. "There's one by the living room" "Rod's using that one. You can show me the one you've got upstairs." Bruce said. By this time, we were up the stairs. I pointed him to the bathroom and ran into my bedroom. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Tom. Immediately, Bruce was in the room. I heard Rod on the stairs. What was going on? I mean, I'm not stupid or anything but I wasn't thinking clearly and this was so insane. Rod was an old friend. We were just playing poker. I started to struggle my way out of Tom's grip but Bruce picked me up and threw me on my bed. I scrambled to get off of it but Bruce was quicker than I was. "I think you'd better be a good girl, Michelle. I don't want anyone to get hurt. We're just here for a good time, right? We'll all have some fun together." Bruce said. Bruce and Tom had a good grip on me when Rod walked into the room. He jumped onto the bed and sat straddling me. "I've wanted this for a long time, Shel. I want you bad. I've always wanted you. I don't want to have to do this but you don't give me much choice." Rod said. As he was speaking, I was struggling to get up but his weight on me held me firm. Tom had a hold of my arms so I couldn't swing at anyone. Bruce was tying my feet to the legs of the bed with some soft but sturdy rope. Rod leaned down to kiss me. I wasn't sober but I was scared enough to react. I turned my face away and pulled on my arms. Bruce was finished with my legs, though and had started on my arms. He pulled the rope tight. He and Tom stepped back and inspected their work. I was naked and drugged, tied with my legs and arms spread on my own bed. They were quite pleased with themselves. They grabbed chairs from the den and brought them in and sat down. They didn't want to interfere for now. They were ready for the show to begin. "Michelle, I'm doing this to show just how much I care about you," Rod said. Rod tried to kiss me again and I turned away. He grabbed my face and held it, mashing his lips against mine. I gave in, letting his mouth do what he wanted to mine, but not reciprocating. He let his cold hands trail down my sides creating goose bumps on my stomach, sides and chest. He flicked his hand across my nipples. The responded at once, turning into hard raisin-like nubs. He laughed out loud. "You don't want me in your life. You've made that clear. You chose another guy. I just want to make sure you know what you're missing out on. Before I'm done, you'll know you made the wrong choice." This was insane! This man was raping me and claiming he cared about me? He thought I'd _want_ him for treating me like this? I pulled on my arms and legs, moving as much as my restraints would allow. It seemed no use. They were tied firm. Rod licked my nipple and watched it try to stiffen up and respond more than it already was. He concentrated on my right nipple, licking and sucking it. I couldn't believe the way my body responded. I slid as far away as I could (about a foot) but he grabbed on to me and held me tight. He sucked hard on my nipple, pinching it with his lips and thrashing it with his tongue. I couldn't get away. I felt so helpless. It felt so good. I didn't want it to...I mean I didn't like what he was doing to me but I couldn't stop it from feeling good. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend it wasn't happening. I was breathing hard but quietly. He sucked even harder and bit gently with his teeth. I moaned softly. When he released the nipple, it was an angry red and very hard and long. I waited for him to give the same treatment to the other nipple but he didn't. He got off the bed and turned away from me. I couldn't decide which was worse - him doing that to me or stopping with the job only half done. My head was a little clearer, probably from fear, so I knew I had to do something. I had tried to escape and I couldn't do it. I turned my head and saw Rod walking toward me. He was completely nude and his large cock jutted out erect and demanding attention. "Please don't do this, Rod. Please. If you really care about me, you wouldn't want to hurt me. This is hurting me. Please stop. I won't report you guys or anything if you'll just let me go right now." I begged. "Nah, Shelly. I've gotta teach you a lesson." Rod said. "Please, Rod. You've made your point and had your fun, now let me go. I was trying to help you and this is how you repay me?" Rod climbed on the bed and straddled my chest. His fully engorged prick was an inch in front of my mouth. His weight on me and the restraints didn't allow me to move my body at all. I turned my head as far as I could. "No, don't do this. Please." I said. Tears began to stream down my face. Rod turned and held my head and forced his cock into my mouth. I looked at him with fear but didn't do anything. "Bruce," Rod said. "Ya wanna get this bitch to be good? She doesn't seem ta wanna suck my cock. She should know all good girls suck cock." Bruce walked over to the bed. "This ain't no joke, Michelle. You'd better start sucking his dick like it's the best sucker you've ever had or you're going to be in worse trouble than you can imagine." Bruce said. He pulled out his gun and showed it to me. Slowly I inhaled against Rod's cock. He sighed. I stopped. "Keep going, bitch. Suck him until he comes or tells you to stop. He's your boss right now, get the picture? You just need to be a good girl and do what he wants." I continued to give Rod a blow job. I sucked him in as hard as I could then let him slide out of my lips. I pulled him in again, deep throating him this time. I'm not very confident about my cock-sucking abilities but decided now was not the time to apologize. I sucked him more gently and teased my tongue on his shaft. I pulled him in deep again. I ran my tongue around the ring of the head then teased the little slit at the top. My hips began to move and buck a little. I tried to control them but I was having a hard time. I like giving a guy a blow job he enjoys. I started to suck on him, hard and deep, in a very slow tantalizing way using my tongue, throat, and mouth to add to the sensations. He was obviously enjoying this and Bruce had sat down to watch. I drew Rod's rod (ugh - more irony) in again and he made some moaning sounds and stiffened a bit than pulled his dick out. "Whaddaya think?" Rod asked his buddies. "She wants you," Tom replied. "Did you feel her thrusting up at you? Check her out. I betcha anything she's wetter than the ocean." "Not a bad idea. Guess I will check her out. Here you go, bitch. See what you're missing?" Rod asked. He leaned down and sucked on both of my pussy lips at once. (I don't know how he did that.) I screamed and my pelvis jumped. He was rougher than I liked but it still felt incredible. There's almost nothing I like better than some good tongue action on my cunt. He lapped at my sopping hole. "Gawd yes, she is wet!" Rod looked up, my juices shiny on his chin. "This bitch really does want it bad." Tears were running down my face but I still gasped when I felt his raspy tongue touch my sensitive labia. He held my cunt lips apart with his fingers and went to work with his mouth, sucking hard and pulling on my sensitive woman hood. I was panting and moaning and crying at his assaults. How could anything so bad feel so good? He thrust his tongue inside me repeatedly. He licked down below my cunt and teased my asshole. How could he? That's so dirty! He licked at my puckered hole, tickling me, causing me to wiggle around. I could hear Tom and Bruce in the background jacking off slowly as they watched us. Rod worked his way up again, tonguing my hole and sucking on my inner labia. Then he put his lips gently around my clit and began to tease it with his tongue. I cried out at his touch. He slowly licked my clit in a back and forth motion, slowly dragging his tongue across that sensitive button. I moaned and moved, frustrated. He moved faster, circling my clit with his tongue and flicking it when I least expected it. It felt so good I didn't want him to stop. He attacked my clit with renewed energy. His rapid-fire tongue drummed mercilessly against my clit as I cried out and bucked uncontrollably with an explosive orgasm. I moaned and shouted as I came - completely unaware of reality. I needed to come down from the orgasm but he wouldn't let me. His tongue kept moving on my clit and my body kept spasming. In a very short time, I orgasmed again. I wanted him inside me. Rod looked down at me. He didn't have to say a word. His eyes showed his triumph. He could control my body better than I could. I was dizzy and had almost fainted when he entered me. His hot meat slid in easily, I was so lubricated from my excitement. He pulled out and pounded back in to me. He had been on the verge of coming when I blew him and watching me orgasm had brought him even closer. His body smashed against mine as he drilled in to me. I couldn't think straight and I could hardly even feel anything I was so out of it but my body kept rising to meet his on every stroke. He pinched my nipples roughly. With a few more hard, fast thrusts, he came inside me. He bent down and kissed me and I kissed him back passionately. He laughed and got off the bed. "I guess I've made my point. I'm done with you now. I just wanted you to know what you could've had. I don't care what happens to you now." Before I could figure out the meaning of what he was saying, Tom and Bruce untied my feet from the bed but tied my ankles together. They untied my hands from the bed and retied my arms behind my back. They lifted me on to the floor. "On your knees, Michelle. Be my good girl." Tom said. I had a hard time rolling over and getting on to my knees. I finally did and was facing Tom's cock. It was hard and dark and throbbing at me. "Suck it good, Shell. Suck me like you did Rod." I opened my mouth and he stepped forward slightly so his cock rested in my mouth. I could feel his whole body flinch at the sensation this caused. I didn't know if I could continue. I felt something cold and hard resting against the crack of my ass. It slid up and down the crack, wiggling a little to separate my buns and slide in between. I realized the barrel of the gun was in the crack of my ass. That was all the motivation I needed to cooperate. I pulled Tom into my hot, wet mouth again, sucking hard. I let him slide out and teased his head with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, concentrating on the underside (especially that big vein). I sucked him in to my mouth again and deep throated him. His reaction told me he'd never have a woman take in his entire length. I continued to work on him, bringing him pleasure and feeling my own pussy throb. It didn't take long, after all of the masturbating he did while watching Rod and I, before he pulled his dick out and squirted his come on my chest. He kept me on my knees but had me bend down so my face was against the floor. He kneeled behind me and put on a condom. He said some remark to Rod about he wasn't worried about me but didn't know where he had been. His cock was still semi-erect and he forced it in to me. By the time it was in, it was fully hard again. He fucked me hard and then slowed down then fucked me hard again. I just kept trying to think about other things. I'm just a hole for him to fuck. I don't matter. He went at it for a long time but didn't come. He finally pulled out and muttered something about me not being a good fuck like he thought I would be. I was so glad it was over with. I felt numb and couldn't think straight. My body didn't hurt but it didn't feel right either. Someone reached from behind me and shoved a ball in my mouth then wrapped a scarf tightly around my mouth and tied it at the back of my head. I felt a man's hand on my ass. He slid his hand down my crack and probed around my asshole. Bruce! How could I have forgotten about him? He's not the type to sit back and watch. I felt something cold and wet against my asshole. He worked it around the hold with his finger then tried to slide his finger inside. "Oooooh, is she tight! Wow! You were wrong, Tom. She's a good fuck all right, you just don't know the right place. Holy shit, she's something else." Tom tried to save his pride. "I can't believe you're lubing her up and wearing a rubber, man. Why don't ya just fuck her?" "If I didn't do this I'd tear her apart and I don't need my dick to get burned. This'll be much better. Hell, she might even enjoy it. Got me a little virgin asshole, don't I? You ain't gonna be able to wait to show your husband your new trick." I felt the heat of his prick push against my asshole. There's no way that thing was going to fit inside me! He backed off a bit and teased the hole with his finger some more. He poked a finger in and moved it in and out slowly. He pushed another finger inside and felt my sphincter muscles relax a bit. He slid in and out more easily. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his cock against my hole again. He pushed with steady pressure and my door eventually gave way and opened for him. His head was tightly sealed inside my ass. He moaned loud. "Gawd, she's so tight. If I can stand it, this is going to be awesome." Rod and Tom stood on either side of me so they could get a good view of my face and the action at my back. Bruce held my hips with his hands and pulled me on to his humungous (or bigger) cock. It took a few minutes for him to get his entire length inside me. Once I was fully impaled on his shaft, he stopped and just held himself in for a moment. "I could blast right now if I wanted to. This is so hot and tight and, goddamn she's good." Bruce moved himself out, ever so slowly, until only his cock-head was inside, then he slid back in relishing the feeling. He moaned and swore and laughed and tried to hold back. He got in to a steady rhythm, fucking my ass. He let go of my hips with one hand and reached under and pinched my nipples. He bucked harder as I flinched from his touch. He grunted and reached down to finger my clit. I jerked at his touch. This was the worst. This abusive pig had molested me in one way or another all night. He was fucking my asshole and now my body told him I liked it. He wiggled his finger across my clit and my body moved and jerked and wiggled from the feelings it sent through me. He moved faster in and out of my forbidden zone. I tried to gasp and moan but the gag restrained me from doing so. I kept coming close to orgasm but then he'd change his speed or move his hand slightly. He thrust his finger up inside my cunt and moved the palm of his hand against my clit as he came in my ass. As I was about to come, he stopped and pulled out. They picked me up and laid me on my bed. They untied my hands and feet and removed the gag. I was too exhausted to speak. They lifted the covers over me. "Be a good girl, Michelle. Maybe we'll visit again sometime." I fell asleep.