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Archive name: debt (M+/F, Fff, nc, rp, bd, tort, asian)
Authors name: wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : DEBT

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This is a long, brutal story about the rape and 
eventual enslavement of a youngish mother of two 
daughters.

Enjoy,

wiley06

CHAPTER I

The words "your family" rang in his ears, his wife and 
his two daughters. He hung his head in his hands as 
despair overwhelmed him. He had asked Jack to take his 
life, but Jack had merely laughed and said his life 
wouldn't make up for what he owed, but his wife might 
be able to "work it off", and if she couldn't, his two 
daughters certainly could. Almost two and a half 
million he had lost with no way to pay it off, and now 
his family was going to pay. The fact that Jack had put 
him out of the way, in a prison which was a first class 
hotel room with two women, one Swedish, the other 
Korean, neither of whom spoke English, and both of whom 
would do anything he wished, only made it worse. He lay 
down on the sumptuous bed and closed his eyes, barking 
at the Swedish girl not to touch him.

She had gotten the visit from Jack, one of her 
husband's clients, a notorious drug dealer, two days 
ago. He laid it all out for her: she was going to help 
her husband-that worthless bastard, she thought-pay off 
his debt, and if she didn't, he could get the money by 
selling her daughters to brothels. Amy and Jennifer, 
only 15 and 13 years old, sold as prostitutes, and she 
knew he could do it, and would do it. She didn't have a 
choice, and agreed to do whatever he said. He had only 
smiled, and said she only had to make sure she was at 
home today, and that her daughters were not. In fact, 
he had suggested she send her daughters to stay with 
relatives for a week or so. The following day some of 
his men had come and had wired her house with video 
cameras in every room. Wire was strung up all over the 
house and the grounds-her imagination ran wild with 
what they were for.

Jack leaned back in his chair and watched the 4 
monitors in front of him, his hands resting on the 
controls which would give him a live feed from the 
house of his ex-lawyer from any of the cameras he had 
ordered so meticulously set up. When Gregory had fallen 
on hard times, Jack was more than happy to make his 
wife pay. Even at thirty-four, after two kids, she was 
beautiful, with long black hair and a tall, slender 
body, with just enough up top to give her a figure. He 
liked her eyes most, though, dark and shining and 
expressive. If he remembered Gregory's story right, she 
had been a Japanese exchange student, and they had hit 
it off. Well, the films she was now going to star in 
were going to make Jack a lot of money, and if they 
didn't make enough to cover what he was owed, well, the 
films her daughters would make would bring in even more 
money.

She started when she heard her front door open; she had 
locked it. She stood tentatively and moved toward the 
front door, just a room away, when she saw them-four 
men, large, white, rough looking, not whom she had been 
expecting. "Wh...who are you? What do you want?" she 
stuttered, stepping back as she saw their faces break 
into feral grins. "Look what we got here, guys," the 
middle one sneered as they fanned out around her. "Keep 
away!" she yelled, and made a dash for the phone, fear 
giving her the strength to push past one of the men who 
tried to grab her and make it into the hallway, only to 
go crashing into the wall as another of the men threw 
her against it and pinned her there, breathing hotly 
into her ear. "We're going to have us a little party, 
bitch," he hissed, dragging her into her living room 
and throwing her hard to the plush carpeting, tears of 
fear and humiliation coursing down her face as the men, 
working together, grabbed her, and for the first time, 
she noticed that one of the men was holding a video 
camera. Despair overwhelmed her as she realized this is 
what Jack had planned for her.

Jack kept his eyes on the hand held camera, only 
occasionally glancing at the fixed ones, making a 
mental note to give the operator a bonus-he did such a 
great job of catching the fear and despair in her eyes. 
As he watched his men hold the woman down and pull off 
her clothes as she thrashed about in their grip, 
begging and pleading with them to let her go, he buzzed 
his secretary and had him send in AJ3, a Japanese girl, 
and ordered her to suck his cock. He smiled as he felt 
her warm lips wrap themselves around his manhood, and 
he leaned back to enjoy the show.

"No!!" she screamed as she felt teeth bear down on her 
nipple, hands groping her now nude body, lithe and 
svelte from hours of exercise a day. Her hands were 
held above her head and her legs held open as fingers 
probed at her lightly furred pussy. "I've got to get a 
taste of that cunt," she heard one of them say just 
before one of the men swung his leg over her chest and 
leaned down, his mouth beginning to hungrily slurp at 
her privates. "Hey, don't hog!" another one of them 
yelled, pushing them both over until she was lying on 
her stomach on top of the man greedily licking her 
cunt, sending brief flashing of pain and humiliation 
through her as her body was violated. Jack watched 
remotely, his hands gripping the head of AJ3 as she 
took him into her throat, thinking what a great ass she 
had, two firm globes of muscle, as one of the men 
pulled them apart, his cock lubed and pushing against 
her ass while the third man was pulling out his cock 
near her face. They had tied her hands behind her back 
to get them out of the way, so now she was completely 
helpless, her slender, taut body at the disposal of his 
three men.

She howled in agony as one of the men drove his cock 
into her ass while, at the same moment, the man beneath 
her bit hard against her clit, sending agony spiking up 
her body, making it feel like they were tearing her 
apart. A moment later pain lanced through her head as 
the third man lifted the front of her body up by her 
long, luxurious hair, and pushed his cock into her 
mouth, saying "suck, bitch, suck it good" before 
ramming it against the back of her throat. Her whole 
body spasmed under the triple assault, and she nausea 
rose in her guts as the cock was forced down her throat 
and he began to fuck her face like a cunt, slamming his 
pelvis against her delicate nose. Guttural sounds 
escaped from around the cock in her throat each time 
the man behind her drove his cock hard into her ass. 
Her mind went numb as pain filled her body, a haze of 
blackness covering her thoughts as she was buffeted 
back and forth relentlessly. The only relief she had 
was the man at her cunt had stopped biting and gnashing 
his teeth against her flesh, and had sucked the flesh 
around her clitoris into his mouth and was running his 
tongue quickly back and forth across her clit, his 
teeth mashing against her sensitive flesh each time the 
man above him bore down into her ass.

Jack loved it; it was a masterpiece. A beautiful 
Japanese housewife raped, and his camera man was doing 
great, getting every shot that mattered: the cock 
stretching her raped asshole wide open, plunging in and 
out with abandon, a side shot of the cock in her mouth, 
sliding in to the balls, a far shot of her whole body 
being so abused. The sounds, too, the sounds were 
perfect, each slap of skin against skin, each grunt, 
each slurping thrust, each cry of pain was captured. He 
was going to make a lot of money off this, he thought 
as he came down AJ3's throat, holding her head still 
until he was done.

It seemed like an eternity, her body, twisted into an 
unnatural position, brutally rocked between two raping 
cocks. It went on and on, her eyes tightly shut, her 
long lashes soaked with tears which ran down her face, 
splattering against her rapist's thighs each time he 
drove down her throat. Sparks began to flash behind her 
eyes as her rape continued, the pain, the lack of 
oxygen, all sending her into a daze beyond sensation. 
Her guts began to churn and her body began to shake as 
the sparks began to grow larger and brighter, each 
thrust into her ass sending her clit hard against the 
man's mouth below, each thrust into her face dazing her 
slightly more. "Get ready bitch, here it comes!" she 
heard one of them say, and then she felt a tearing 
sensation in her scalp as he gripped her head more 
tightly, grinding his crotch into her face, cutting off 
her airways. At the same time the man fucking her ass 
leaned hard against her, spilling his come deep into 
her bowels. She screamed as the man below her bit down 
on her clit, and the sparks exploded in wave after wave 
of cascading light and motion, her body undulating as 
pleasure/pain coursed through her raw nerves, a warm 
gush of fluids splattering across her thighs betraying 
an orgasm which seemed like it wouldn't stop. Jack 
watched in amazement as Gregory's cold fish (from what 
Gregory had told him) wife began to jerk like a gaffed 
fish, come spraying from between her legs, her slender 
body shaking in the throws of an obviously mind-
shattering orgasm, her gyrations only seeming to stop 
once the man at her head pulled his softening cock from 
her throat. He felt his own cock begin to harden again 
in AJ3's skilled mouth as he thought about what a prize 
he had found.

She moaned as she was thrown onto her back, her 
aftereffects of her orgasm overwhelming her. She 
couldn't think. Her mind was aswirl with emotions, her 
body seeming to float as the man who had been beneath 
her snarled, "I got to get me some of that cunt," 
grabbing her ankles and pushing them to either side of 
her head. She sobbed in humiliation as he drove his 
cock hard into her splayed, slick cunt, the more so 
because it felt so good. As her slender body was rocked 
under the punishing fucking, drawing helpless grunts in 
between her sobs from her throat, her mind drifted to 
thoughts of her husband. It was his fault she was 
suffering this, his fault. She gasped as the second 
orgasm of her life washed over her, and tears ran down 
her face. Seventeen years of marriage and her husband 
had never made her come, her husband, the only man who 
had ever had her until today, until these men came 
because of him to rape her, and to film it for sale. 
Her body shuddered again as he ground his pelvis 
against hers, spilling his seed deep in her guts, and 
she moaned as pleasure washed through her.

Jack came a second time as the camera focused on her 
tear-stained face being twisted into passion. He 
continued watching, satiated, as his men knocked her 
around a bit before dragging her to the kitchen, making 
her scream by twisting and crushing her nipples with a 
nutcracker. For the next 20 minutes they tormented her 
with various kitchen implements, foods, and ice before 
raping her again. By the time they were done her in the 
kitchen, her whole body throbbed, come running down the 
inside of her thighs and down the side of her mouth. 

The worst of it was that her body betrayed her two more 
times, gushing fluids against her rapists, bucking 
uncontrollably as the men laughed at her and called her 
a whore, a slut, a fucking machine. For the finale they 
dragged her to the bathroom, threw her into the tub, 
and urinated on her, covering her hair and body with 
the acrid odor of their wastes, taking great delight in 
watching it splatter from her full red lips as she 
twisted her abused body about to avoid the foul taste. 

When they were done, the camera lingered lovingly over 
her beaten, abused, raped body as it lay in the tub, 
motionless, only renewed tears and a weak sobbing 
showing signs of life. It was over an hour after they 
had left before she dragged herself to her feet-at 
least they had freed her hands-and cleaned herself off. 
She didn't think about what she had gone through, she 
just went through the motions of caring for her 
battered body before curling up in bed and crying 
herself to sleep.

Jack helped edit the film himself, making sure 
everything was to his liking. When he had a rough cut 
of the master, he made a copy and had it sent to 
Gregory. He wondered how that pathetic bastard would 
react to seeing his beautiful wife come her brains out 
while being raped by three men. He smiled to himself.
Gregory was busy fucking the Swedish girl, boredom and 
lust overcoming his despair, up the ass-he loved the 
way she moaned and cooed as he twisted his cock deep in 
her bowels (his wife barely ever seemed to notice no 
matter how hard he tried to please her), when the 
Korean girl slid a tape into the VCR. He smiled at her 
naked, glistening, dark body, a smile which slowly 
vanished as the tape progressed.

Gregory's wife didn't open her eyes, her mind reliving 
the horror of the previous day, and the humiliation of 
her orgasms, until long after noon. When she did, she 
noticed a manila envelope sitting on her bed. She 
fearfully reached over and opened it, pulling out a 
single sheet of paper and two pictures. The pictures 
were of her two daughters, the paper had instructions 
on it. She read it and despaired, but she saw hope in 
its claim that her ordeal would be over in four days-
less if only.... Tomorrow, it said, she was to expect 
more visitors, and she was to dress nicely for them. If 
she could exit by the front door after they entered the 
house, she could consider her husband's debt paid. If 
not, then, three days after the morrow, she was to put 
on a two-piece bathing suit and lay by the pool all 
morning. At the end of that day, her husband's debt 
would be paid, and she could bring her daughters back 
home.

The next day she sat in her living room, well dressed 
as commanded, waiting for what was to come. She didn't 
have a real plan to make it to the front door, except 
to run straight through whoever came in, because she 
really didn't think she could make it, no matter what 
she did. She knew they wanted her to do so, so she 
would, if only to get it over with sooner.

She was shivering with nervousness as she waited, and 
started when she heard the front door open-surprised at 
how easy they came in with the door locked. She stood 
up as she heard their footsteps approaching, 
straightening her skirt just to be doing something with 
her hands. Confusion spread over her features as she 
saw three women enter the room, hard, well-toned women 
in jeans and leather. "N...no" she stuttered, backing 
away as realization sunk in-two days ago she had been 
raped by men, today it was to be women. She turned and 
bolted for the pool area, climbing over the couch in 
her haste, only to trip and fall hard to the ground, 
where the three women jumped on her and began pummeling 
her.

She curled up into a ball as they bruised her slender 
body, before one of them grabbed her arms and pulled 
them painfully behind her back. Rough rope was pulled 
tightly around her wrists, followed by rope around her 
elbows, pulling her arms painfully together behind her 
back, making her arch forward. A knife glinted in her 
eyesight in front of a blinding smile and she closed 
her eyes, the sweat of terror covering her body. A 
ripping sound greeted her ears as she felt her blouse 
and bra being cut and pulled from her, to be followed 
by her skirt and panties, until she was lying nude, 
bound, before them.

"Ah!" she screamed as one of them gripped her hair and 
dragged her to her knees, saying, "Let's see how the 
cunt sucks pussy. You guys cool off." She watched in 
horror as one of her captors shed her pants with one 
hand, revealing lithe, muscular thighs with a lightly 
furred mound and a hard ass. She didn't say a word as 
the woman sat down on her couch, opened her legs, and 
dragged her by the hair, jamming her face into her 
crotch.

"Lick bitch," she commanded, jerking her hips into her 
face. She thought she was going to throw up as the 
strong odor of the woman's sex hit her, and she closed 
her eyes in disgust, pressed her lips together, and 
tried to pull her head away. She just couldn't do 
anything so disgusting.

"Come-on!" she heard as the woman slapped the back of 
her head and smeared her groin against her face. 
"Pathetic," she heard the woman mutter as she continued 
to refuse to debase herself by orally copulating this 
woman. "Utterly pathetic. You asked for it bitch. Come 
over here guys and give me a hand."

Without a word the two women lifted her onto the couch, 
dropping her onto her back with her head hanging over 
one of the arms. She found herself staring upside down 
at the first woman sliding a huge dildo up her legs 
until it fit snugly against her crotch; it must have 
been 9 inches long and very thick. Screams were ripped 
from her throat and blackness clouded her vision as a 
woman ripped out a handful of her pubic hair, causing 
her body to arch upwards in agony, her head held firm 
in the grip of another as the dildo was shoved into her 
mouth.

She began thrashing about in terror as the woman drove 
her hips forward, forcing the huge dildo down her 
throat, blocking her air passage while the other two 
women held her down, biting at her nipples and groin. 
The scent of the woman's cunt was flooded her senses as 
she breathed in deeply through her nose, her whole body 
trembling as it fell back onto the couch, the dildo in 
her throat pinning her down as the woman ground her 
hips into her face.

Jack watched in growing arousal as the women took 
Gregory's wife. Muffled screams came through the dildo 
whenever the woman at her crotch or breasts decided she 
needed a little tenderizing, pinching, biting, 
slapping, or punching her sexual organs without mercy, 
all the while her slender throat bulged with the dildo 
being ground against her face, her rapist standing 
enraptured, her hands to either side of her captive's 
head, a groove in the dildo riding against her own 
clit, sending flashes of pleasure through her body as 
she used the cunt beneath her.

The lack of oxygen was making her dizzy, her mind 
floating outside her body as the dildo began to pound 
in and out of her throat, fucking her like a man would, 
until female cum ran down her face and into her eyes 
and hair, blinding and suffocating her at the same 
time. She tried to scream, but her body, held down by 
the others, just shook along with the groin held firm 
against her face, cutting off her air. Just as she felt 
consciousness begin to slip away, the dildo was pulled 
from her throat, and warm air rushed back into her 
lungs, shocking her back into herself.

Her whole body was drenched and a faint nausea filled 
her. She felt weak, like a baby, and didn't, couldn't, 
resist as she was dragged by her hair to her feet, the 
pain a dull throbbing in her head. She didn't really 
register the 12-inch dildo they waved in front of her 
face before one of them slipped the strap on on. Warm 
lips met hers, and she was surprised by the passion in 
them, the warmth of the bodies pressed against hers 
from both behind and in front became comforting instead 
of suffocating as she felt a tongue press against her 
own, shivers of weakness sliding through her body as 
hands ran over her, holding her up while caressing her.

Her eyes shot open and a muffled grunt escaped her 
throat as she felt something prod her anus, and tears 
filled her eyes even as chills of pleasure shot down 
her spine as the woman's teeth clashed with hers, her 
lips warm and tingling. She grunted again and wailed 
slightly as she felt her ass stretch painfully, 
shooting a strange thrill of pleasure through her body 
as the fake cock slid up into her bowels, raising her 
up on her toes, her calves straining to lift her body 
away from the intrusion.

As the lips moved away from hers, she gasped at the 
fullness inside her, her breath coming in short gasps 
as her eyes locked on the sharp blue eyes of the woman 
facing her. Her eyes widened and she looked down, 
seeing the 12 inch monster pressed lightly against her 
labia, whispering "no" before hands gripped her inner 
thighs, lifting her from her feet and spreading her 
wide apart before dropping her onto the monster dildo.

"Ahhh!" she howled as she was split in two, a howl cut 
short as the dildo jarred against her womb, sending a 
shock up her spine. The pain was overwhelming, dragging 
screams from a throat she had thought screamed raw, 
until lips covered hers again, this time insistent, 
forceful, biting. Her body was jerked back and forth 
like a rag doll as the two women fucked her 
relentlessly, in and out, in and out, each thrust into 
her cunt jarring her entire body with its force. She 
was no longer standing, and no longer being held up, 
only the two dildos kept her from sliding to the floor 
between her two rapists. Animalistic grunts came from 
deep in her chest in rhythm to her fucking, and she 
could feel her rapists gasp and grunt and pant as they 
came, not stopping even then, enjoying they way they 
had impaled her slender body, the way it jerked and 
spasmed uncontrollably in their grip.

Again and again they drove into her until her head was 
spinning, sweat slick between their bodies, each of her 
rapist's passion rising as orgasms rippled through 
their bodies. The pain had receded to a background 
scream, leaving her feeling impaled and stretched 
beyond imagination. Lips and teeth at her neck and lips 
and face sent shivers through her body, and each thump 
of the dildo against her womb lit sparks of sensation 
screaming to her mind. She didn't realize she was 
coming until she heard her own voice howling and 
moaning as wave after wave of almost unbearable 
pleasure rocked through her slender frame, and still 
they wouldn't stop, feral grins twisting their faces as 
they drove her higher and higher into orgasm.

Sparks started to cloud her vision, and she felt warm 
fluid gush down her thighs. Her body was beyond her 
control, a spasming mass of muscle and sinew bucking 
uncontrollably on the end on the two fake, fat cocks, 
drowning her mind in pleasure. Her eyes open she 
couldn't see anything as she rocketed into ecstasy, her 
legs flopping once, another gush flooding from her 
cunt, before she went limp. The women fucked her a few 
more times before finishing their orgasms, dropping her 
like a limp doll to lay in her own cum while they 
staggered across to the couch.

Jack laughed aloud and nearly clapped his hands 
together as he watched. He didn't have anyone servicing 
him because he wanted to save it for later-he tended to 
handle negotiations best when he was hard as a rock-but 
now he almost wished he had had someone. She was 
perfect, and it took all his willpower to keep himself 
from calling in one of his girls to take care of his 
raging hard-on. He only watched for another hour, but 
the tape ran three hours longer, while they tied her 
onto her back on the kitchen table, her legs and arms 
and head hanging over the side, before they brought her 
to. She didn't have as much spunk as before, but they 
still managed to drag scream after scream and orgasm 
after orgasm from her tortured body, using everything 
in the kitchen from ice-cubes to the hand beater. She 
didn't even resist when they insisted she lick them to 
orgasm, being to overwhelmed to care. They untied her 
and made her crawl around on her hands and knees, 
making her service them with her mouth and fingers 
while they lazed around her place, thinking up more 
devious tortures.

The highlight, Jack thought as he watched the tape, was 
at the very end, before they left, they took her almost 
comatose form, limp from exhaustion, and, while two 
each held an ankle on either side of her head, the 
third drove a fist up into her cunt, bringing her to 
screaming, thrashing life. By then her whole body was 
covered in dried girl come, her hair soaked, her pubic 
hair matted, her body showing bruises and marks where 
the women had injured her. It was obscene, the way the 
hand disappeared into her cunt, the arm pushing in 
halfway to the elbow before stopping with a thud which 
shook her whole body. For long minutes the woman fisted 
her, finally bringing her head down and gripping her 
clit between her teeth, biting down hard and pulling, 
stretching the tender abused bud from her body while 
twisting her fist deep inside her. She howled as she 
came one final time and blacked out.

She came to twenty hours later, still laying on the 
soft carpet of her living room. Her whole body ached 
and when she remembered her orgasms she started 
sobbing, curling up into a little ball. It was all so 
unfair, so terrible, that they could do this to her. 

She didn't know who she was anymore: she had wanted for 
so long to be able to orgasm, to enjoy the pleasures of 
the flesh with her husband, but these people made it 
all so ugly, so humiliating, so hurtful. They used her 
body's pleasure to lord it over her, to laugh at her, 
and she sobbed the harder, knowing that it wasn't over, 
knowing that two days later she would face it all over 
again, knowing that deep down she didn't know if she 
wanted it to end.

She barely ate the following two days, laying in bed 
most of the time and taking long showers. The pain in 
her body, the bruises aching and turning an ugly 
purple/black, were as nothing compared to the torment 
of her mind, which replayed the two rapes she had 
suffered over and over. More humiliating, she found 
herself growing aroused as she thought on them, her 
hands almost unconsciously straying down to her still 
sore sex, her fingernails digging into the tender 
flesh, mimicking the remembered pain of her rapes as 
she masturbated to orgasm. Each time, though, she felt 
dirty, worthless, and would cry at what she had become, 
a nearly nymphomaniacal pain-slut.

So it was with both apprehension and a shameful longing 
that she applied a light coat of makeup to her face, 
enhancing her gorgeous Asian features, slipped into a 
bikini, and laid down in a lawn chair by the pool, sun 
glasses shading her eyes. Bruises still showed on her 
lean, muscular legs, on her svelte torso, and on parts 
of her arms. The marks on her smallish breasts were 
covered by a bikini top which made the most of her 
breasts, and her round, firm ass was nicely displayed 
by the bottoms she had chosen to wear.

She saw the cameraman first, walking slowly from some 
distance away, camera pointing at her. She turned 
slowly and stretched out on her stomach, as much to 
hide herself from what was coming as to display her ass 
to the camera. She reached back and undid the strap 
holding her top on, feeling both dread and anticipation 
in the pit of her stomach. She wanted this as much as 
she wanted to avoid it.

Jack watched as the twenty men hopped into the yard, 
criminals, most of them, some black, a few Mexicans, 
but mostly white. Their eyes had all locked on their 
prize, a fine piece of Asian flesh made available for 
their sadistic pleasure, as they fanned out. When she 
heard them she turned and sat up on her elbows, fear 
rocking through her-so many, so many of them-fear and a 
thrilling buzz in her cunt-they were all going to fuck 
her.

Her sun glasses were knocked off as the first two 
grabbed her and dragged her to her feet, the surprise 
and shock evidence on her face, along with something 
else. "Nice piece," one said, and another laughed, 
pulling her hands away from her breasts, grinning at 
the blush of shame that reddened her entire body. 

"Gonna have us a good time," she heard another of them 
yell to a chorus of agreement as one of the men who had 
grabbed her pulled her against his body and bent his 
head to kiss her hard on the mouth. She gasped into his 
mouth as his hands dug brutally into her asscheeks, 
fingers driving into the firm flesh as if he wanted to 
rip it apart. Another man tore her away and pulled her 
to him, dragging her head back forcefully by her hair 
so he could his tongue roughly across her neck, one 
hand slipping into her bikini briefs, gripping hard 
against her flesh.

She was passed from man to man, staggering as they 
pushed or pulled her between them, each groping her 
body with their hands and their mouths. Dazedly, she 
saw some reach into a cooler and pull out beers, but 
then another man was sucking on her lips, his hands 
dragging her leg up so that his fingers could jab at 
her sex. For nearly a half hour she was tossed back and 
forth, growing more and more disoriented, tension 
building in the air as the men groped her and drank, 
until she was grabbed by her shoulders by one of the 
men, stopping her dizzying travel.

"Uhg" she grunted as the man backhanded her across the 
face, making her stagger into another man, who punched 
her hard in her flat stomach, making her bend at the 
waist and slowly stagger to her hands and knees. 

Immediately men were all around her, and her bikini 
briefs were pulled roughly down her legs, skinning her 
knees and hands on the hard concrete near the pool. 
Cocks were out and she was brutally grabbed by the hair 
and one was shoved into her mouth, its musky scent and 
taste making her shudder as the man immediately began 
humping into her face.

Hands gripped her narrow hips and another cock slid 
easily into her slick cunt, and she shuddered at that 
too, feeling a small orgasm rippled through her body as 
the men began using her for their pleasure. It wasn't 
long before the cock in her mouth slipped down her 
throat, and she was well and truly impaled from both 
ends, the men fucking her savagely, jerking her body 
back and forth like an old rag-doll, her dainty form 
looking small and used between them.

This fucking went on for four hours, one man replacing 
another until her ass and pussy ran with come and her 
throat was raw, come covering her face and hair and 
dripping down off her chin to pool near her hands, torn 
and red from the concrete. Her knees bled, tingeing the 
come pooling around them a faint pink, her ass and 
thighs covered with even more come. All twenty of the 
men took her, drinking all the while, enjoying her body 
twice, some three times, keeping her in a constant 
state of sexual arousal, orgasms washing over her 
almost continuously, her mind a dull haze of motion and 
sensation as they used her again and again.

Finally satiated, they let her loose, lounging now, 
drinking and laughing, as she slid slowly onto her 
stomach, barely conscious as the come from twenty men 
pressed against her body, welling up to the sides of 
her as she collapsed. They left her like that for a few 
minutes, until two men approached her and kicked her, 
unresisting, over onto her back, her legs spread 
obscenely, her cunt a swollen red, her pubes coated 
flat with come and come covering her entire body from 
head to toe.

"She needs a little cleaning up, don't you think, 
boys?" one of the men who had rolled her over said, 
laughing as he gripped his penis and pointed it at her. 
A stream of piss splattered against her breasts, joined 
by a second, and laughter echoed around the pool. She 
mewled slightly at the acrid odor of it, weakly kicking 
her legs as she lifted her hands to her face to ward 
off the stream. Someone grabbed her hands and stood on 
them, the dull pain in them waking her a little from 
her stupor as more and more of the men began urinating 
on her body, "washing" it with their piss. She twisted 
her head away and clenched her eyes shut as it 
splattered against her face and mouth, soaking her hair 
in its foul smell. She could taste it through her lips 
and teeth and nearly gagged.

It was all over within ten minutes: twenty men had 
relieved their bowels over her body, leaving her lying 
in a huge pool of piss and come. Humiliation burned her 
olive cheeks to a deep red, and she struggled to stand, 
swaying drunkenly from exhaustion and use. "Uhg, I 
don't like my cunts filthy," a man said and grabbed her 
by her arm and swung her into the pool, the shock 
bringing herself almost fully back to herself. Her 
whole body was sore and weak, her cunt and ass 
throbbing in pain, her throat so raw she could barely 
make a sound, cum burbling up from her esophagus.

She tread water for a moment before making her way over 
to the side of the pool, noticing that some of the men 
were leaving. One pulled her out of the pool and laid 
her on her back, pushing her legs to either side of her 
head, the concrete digging into her spine as he drove 
his cock into her abused pussy. She moaned in pain and 
growing desire as he leisurely fucked her, taking his 
time. When he finally came she was practically writhing 
with lust and pain, her previous usage making her cunt 
flesh overly tender. A second man took his place, and 
three more after him, each one driving her higher 
toward the peak of sensation, yet none giving her 
enough to push her over. They left after they had 
finished, walking away without a word, leaving her 
lying there, writhing in unfulfilled lust. Her hands 
strayed down to her cunt, not caring if there were 
still three men watching her, not caring what they saw 
or thought, she just need to come. Her fingernails dug 
into the abused flesh there and she howled as pain 
ripped through her. Harder she pressed into her clit, 
feeling herself so close, black shadows passing before 
her vision.

She screamed in frustration as her hands were violently 
ripped from her sex. Her legs were pulled into the air 
until her body was resting on her shoulders, her hands 
still held by a man who hunched over her, grinning 
meanly down at her.


CHAPTER II

She arrived at 4:00 pm, knocking softly at my door; I 
told her to come in and watched, entranced, as this 
tiny, shy, thirteen year old girl stepped into my 
apartment, wearing a flowered summer dress which showed 
off her smooth, olive shoulders and her trim, firm 
legs.

"He...he...hello," she stuttered out as I looked her 
over carefully, my heart filled with lust: she was 
tiny, only about 4'8" and, at a guess, maybe sixty five 
or seventy five pounds, with a short, boyish haircut, 
full, pouting lips, a round, flattish face, and 
beautiful, narrow eyes. Her small breasts, just 
beginning to form, heaved under her dress as I asked 
her to come closer.

'Clickity clack' I went, increasing her excitement as 
she moved closer to me; 'clickity clack' again as I put 
an idea into her head. Now she was staring at the bulge 
in my pants, her look one of innocent lust as she went 
to her knees before me, her small, delicate hands 
caressing my penis through my pants.

Excuse me if I rhapsodize poetic about this moment, but 
such flowery language is the only way I can correctly 
recount my feelings at this particular moment, in which 
I first used the powers of my mind to seduce this 
barely pubescent girl. It was, I know, in reality a 
rather pathetic act of a pathetic human being, but at 
the time my sexual desire had consumed me, and my 
ability to play god with the minds of others swept me 
away with a feeling of overwhelming power-a heady turn 
on indeed.

A moment later I had stepped out of my pants and 
underwear and my little Asian girl had her lips 
stretched around the head of my penis; I was in heaven 
as she worked it around in the warm cavity of her 
mouth, each 'clickity clack' from my mind improving her 
technique and bringing her a growing sexual excitement. 

'Clickity clack' and my penis was down her small 
throat, making it bulge with my swollen member, and I 
was in ecstasy, the building pressure in my loins 
signaling an incipient explosion of come into my girl's 
mouth. I pulled my penis from her throat at the last 
moment so she could taste my seed before it ran down 
her gullet into her belly, and 'clickity clack' I drove 
a desire and longing for that taste deep into her 
subconscious mind, a wish to have warm come bathing her 
tongue and her mouth and sliding thickly down her 
throat.

She kept sucking as I grew limp, the sensations almost 
unbearable, and did not stop until I was once again 
painfully erect. With her eyes opened wide and with a 
look of shy expectancy on her face, she looked up at me 
from her knees and said, "Pl...please put it in me."

How could I refuse? I lifted her up and carried her 
into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and quickly 
undressed both her and myself, gazing in longing at her 
almost bare pubic mound, a mound I knew had never 
before been penetrated by a man. I adjusted her light 
body so her buttocks were right on the edge of the bed, 
and then I slowly, gently, pushed her legs back until 
her knees were on either side of her head, my penis 
just an inch away from her fully exposed vagina, which 
was glistening a soft pink in the light.

'Clickity clack' and I sent pleasure thrilling through 
her body as the tip of my penis pressed into her virgin 
folds; 'clickity clack' as the pleasure built in my own 
loins as the head of my penis slipped into her tight 
sheath; 'clickity clack' as I fed pleasure directly 
into her brain as I jerked forward, ripping through her 
hymen and burying my full six inches into her tight, 
grasping, virgin vagina. She cried out then, as my 
penis tore away the sign of her innocence, both in pain 
and pleasure, and I 'clickity clack' fed her sensations 
as I ground my pelvis against her, swirling my penis 
around inside her.

Her young, never before used vagina was almost painful 
in its tightness, but I was undeterred as I began to 
stroke in and out within her box; she was crying out in 
constant pleasure, little gasps and moans and cries 
escaping her young lips as I rodded her out. A feeling 
of complete domination, of complete control, 
overwhelmed me, and I once more went 'clickity clack' 
this time making the muscles lining her sheath begin to 
milk my penis with a passion. I groaned in my own 
ecstasy as I approached completion, riding the waves of 
euphoria engulfing me. 'Clickity clack' one last time 
as I spat my seed deep into her belly, and my little 
Asian girl began to buck and scream beneath me, held 
down by my hands and my penis as she howled her way 
through orgasm after orgasm.

I think I probably overdid it with her pleasure, for 
some minutes after my member stopped unloading its 
contents into her she was lost in the frenzy of 
multiple and building orgasms, until finally she 
collapsed limply beneath me, exhausted. As I rolled off 
of her limp, raggedly breathing form, I began to think: 
she might get pregnant, and I certainly didn't want 
that, so 'clickity clack' and I knew that I did have 
control over body and mind-she would not conceive from 
today. I stared down at my now limp member and wondered 
if I had control over my own body: 'clickity clack' and 
my penis slowly began to swell with blood again. I 
gasped in pain as my member achieved a rock like 
hardness in a matter of moments, and I gazed over at my 
little doll and thought to myself, I haven't had 
everything she has to give yet; I don't own her; I 
haven't possessed everything. You see, suddenly I 
wanted to know that my come had filled every one of her 
tender young orifices-that, in some way, mind twisted 
mind told me, she would always be mine.

'Clickity clack' and she began to recover, began to 
grow sexually excited yet again, but this time with a 
twist-I made her ass and bowels burn to be invaded, 
burn to be taken to match the feeling she had just 
experienced in her vagina. She moaned as I rolled her 
over onto her stomach and pulled her to her hands and 
knees onto the bed; I wasn't wasting any time now, my 
particular machinations on my own body having driven me 
to the peak of excitement. A glob of Vaseline and a 
'clickity clack' to loosen up her asshole later, and I 
was into her slender, grunting, thirteen year old body, 
thrusting my dick maniacally into the deepest recesses 
of her bowels, simultaneously reaching around her small 
frame to pinch and maul her small nipples and breasts.

My orgasm was the best I had ever had, and hers, from 
the way she screamed and bucked, couldn't have been 
much worse. I was finished with her though; besides, 
she was covered in sweat and leaking my semen from her 
nether orifices-she wouldn't have been too much fun 
after that anyway. So 'clickity clack clickity clack' 
and she got dressed and went home, sure in the 
knowledge that she had just spent the afternoon in the 
library fantasizing about what had just happened in 
reality, any physical evidence still in her body would 
be cleaned up by her unthinkingly once she got home.

Myself, I lay on my back on the bed, my penis now 
flaccid against my thigh, and thought about the extent 
of my powers: I could have any woman I wanted with 
merely a thought, and I could have her as many times as 
I wanted, since I had discovered that I never need to 
become flaccid again with the powers over my body I had 
now. It was, for one of my previous inexperience and 
unpopularity, a heady thought, a thought I most 
definitely indulged in for the rest of the night before 
drifting off to sleep, tired by my exertions of the day 
and determined to repeat them come the next day.

**

The next day I returned to the junior high and this 
time "pushed", as I now like to call it, two more girls 
to join me in my apartment after school, both girls, 
like the one the previous day, almost prebuscent and 
very boyish in their figures and bearings, one a small 
blond and the other a small African American. I kept 
these two overnight, fucking them continuously, not 
stopping even when they both passed out from exhaustion 
from their racking, multiple, orgasms. I don't remember 
myself how many times I orgasmed, but it was at least 
two times each hour, and I was with them about fourteen 
hours, the 'clickity clack' of my mind burning up the 
fuel reserves of my body to turn my into a sexual 
demon, indefagible in my lust. When I finally let them 
go, I 'clickity clack' made them inseparable lovers who 
would always share any man they chose, thinking that it 
was only fitting that two who had given me so much 
pleasure should not be separated.

The next few days, my lust sated and my mind assured 
that I was now superior to those who thought themselves 
my superior, I had no need to use my powers to revenge 
myself on any of the many slights they gave me; I was, 
in other words, smug in my knowledge of supremacy. 

During this time I arranged with my financial guru to 
purchase a large mansion on a hill overlooking the 
college I was attending, and the purchase quickly went 
through. I quickly moved in, dropped out of college, 
since what need did I have of college when I was nearly 
a god, and began laying plans for my future, which was 
filled with beautiful women and beautiful things.

It had been over a week since my last sexual escapade, 
and I was beginning to feel the lack, so I, braver now 
and more sure of the efficiency of my powers, spent the 
afternoon at the high school stadium, deciding that I 
was going to have one of the cheerleaders for my sexual 
toy that evening. The way I reacted to my prize, once I 
had her, I am afraid to say, puts me and the viability 
of my existing mindset in a very poor light, although 
it would probably be better if I simply described 
exactly what happened to both myself and the young girl 
I so callously bent to my will.

The girl I chose and 'clickity clack' sent to the front 
door of my new mansion up on the hill brought back 
memories of my own high school days: she had long blond 
hair falling to her lower back and beautiful elfin 
features, with a full, firm figure which, I was to 
learn later, although fully womanly in shape, lacked a 
certain maturity that the bodies of older women 
display. The memories she brought back, unfortunately, 
were all negative; the moment my eyes had landed on her 
doing her high kicks and hip thrusts in her scanty 
cheerleading costume, she summed up for me all the 
girls, all those awful girls, who, throughout the first 
bloom of my sexuality, tormented me with their ridicule 
and disdain-which is why, I know now, that I chose her.

Before I continue, I must explain a little something 
about how my mental powers worked, but first I must 
describe the picture of mind I came to form from 
frequent use of my abilities: imagine a flashlight 
shining on a small portion of an infinitely large rug-
this is the entire mind, subconscious, id, superego, 
everything. On this circle of light, imagine a laser 
beam near the center, moving around, placing into 
shadow some of the nearer, dimmer life-that is the 
conscious, a focused intelligence able to illuminate a 
tiny thread of the tapestry far better than the general 
dimness of the unfocused mind. This little bit of 
consciousness is, in many ways, distinct from the 
majority of its surrounding unconscious, yet not 
completely divorced from it either. Up to this point, I 
had used my powers (except for that very first time) to 
directly affect the conscious mind, or the subconscious 
very near the conscious mind, which then fed back into 
the subconscious my desires and warped the individual 
accordingly, having the effect of appearing to leave 
free will to the person so affected. In other words, 
what I wanted them to do and think they thought they 
had decided for themselves to do and think, a very 
satisfactory situation, up to that moment.

When the young lady, still wearing her cheerleading 
outfit at my "suggestion," arrived, I had already 
decided, having let the past abuses of girls like her 
affect my judgment, to leave her her consciousness 
while I took her body: I wanted, I am ashamed to say, 
to see the fear, hatred, and loathing in her eyes as I 
made her body jerk in ecstasy as I used her.

I embarked immediately upon my plan, and 'clickity 
clack' commanded her to do a routine for my private 
enjoyment, smiling as I saw the confusion on her face 
as her body began to perform the precise, erotic 
movements of her cheer. In the middle of her routine I 
began undressing in front of her, earning a horrified 
widening of her eyes, but a 'clickity clack' definite 
tingling in her loins. She finished her routine and I 
finished undressing at the same moment, and I allowed 
her the use of her voice, wanting to hear her pleadings 
before I had her.

"Whe...where am I? What's going on here? Who are you?" 
she asked, looking around frightened and confused.

I approached her, and although she wanted to run, I 
wouldn't let her, forcing her to stand there with her 
arms down by her side and her legs together, and said, 
"You, my dear girl, are here at my whim. You see, I 
desire the use of your body for the nonce, and have 
decided to take it. Do not worry, your body will be 
pleasured, and you will not be harmed." With that I 
began to slowly remove her clothes from her body, 
knowing that feeling me doing so, but being unable to 
do anything about it, would torment her all the more.

Slowly I revealed all her charms to my eyes: her 
smallish if firm breasts with dark red nipples, her 
flat, strong stomach, her rounded, muscular buttocks 
and legs, and her sparse blond pubic hair. At that 
point I sat down on my couch and had her play with 
herself until she orgasmed, then I, seeing the loathing 
and fear in her eyes, made her beg to be penetrated, 
which I obliged.

That was just the beginning: before the night was over, 
I had not only taken her in every orifice multiple 
times, as well as squirted my semen all over her body, 
I had also urinated over her face and body and into her 
mouth, defecated on her and had her smear herself with 
it before licking my asshole clean; I had her beg for 
everything I did to her, even the spanking and whipping 
and piercing of her nipples and labia. By the time I 
was done with her her conscious mind was in a state of 
horrified shock, and only my control over her body 
still allowed her to function; I think the worse thing 
I did to her was make her physically enjoy everything I 
did, which stunned her even more. Still, my projected 
anger was not completely assuaged, so when I sent her 
off with the command that she would always remember her 
time with me but never be able to communicate the least 
bit of it in any way, I implanted a subconscious 
inability for her to ever reject any sexual suggestion; 
in other words, from this moment on, she would always 
say yes to any sexual overture made toward her, and-I 
wasn't a complete sadist, or maybe I was-her pleasure 
would be in proportion to how disgusting and horrifying 
her conscious mind found the act.

For the few weeks immediately following the abasement 
of this girl, I went back to the high school on almost 
a daily basis and plucked one popular, beautiful 
teenaged girl to abuse in my mansion on the hill, and, 
after tormenting each one to my satisfaction, I would 
give them permanent commands which would follow them 
and torment them for the rest of their life. I now 
remember only a few of the punishments I created for 
these innocent girls, victims of an unbalanced mind 
projecting humiliation from the past to the present, 
but even these make me cringe.

A brunette with large breasts I made a pain slut, who 
only in breast torture could find pleasure, and yet who 
could tell no one what she truly wanted, could only 
travel from man to man hoping that she could find one 
who would pleasure her. A small, slender redhead I made 
prefer beasts to men, and who would find her ultimate 
pleasure when she could find someone who would treat 
her like an animal and keep her penned. An Asian girl I 
made a nymphomaniac, whose pleasure increased with the 
number of partners, men, women, or animals, she had 
simultaneously. A few girls I simply made so that they 
had a driving urge to copulate with everyone to whom 
they spoke. A few more I made love the taste and feel 
of semen, so much so that they would do anything for 
it. Another I made an desirer of scat and golden 
showers, and whose main pleasure was rolling in the 
excretions of others while people watched. I made them 
all love the particular perversion I enforced upon 
them, as well as sterilizing them all, not wanting to 
torture innocents unnecessarily.

Over time, though, I grew bored with these games I was 
playing with these girls; my pent up anger and 
frustration had been slowly exhausted until I held no 
more hatred for the beautiful girls of my high school 
years. My revenge had run its course, and I was ready 
to move on, and move on I did, as I began to throw wild 
parties at my mansion for the sororities and 
fraternities on campus.

Every week there would be another party, and if two or 
three of the more attractive coeds did not make it back 
to their sororities or their dorms right away, who 
would know? Most would return home to their studies 
within a week, glad to have been blessed with my favor 
and disappointed that they did not share the fate of my 
favorites, who invariably dropped out of college and 
took up residence with me. Within two months I had 
three perfect slaves, attendant upon my every whim, 
willing to do anything to please me. By the end of the 
year, I had twenty such female slaves, every couple of 
weeks adding one or two more and discarding, with a 
million dollars to make up for a lost education, those 
with which I had grown bored.

I lived in this manner, indulging my every whim, for 
over ten years, never growing older than twenty-six and 
never at a lack for anything I desired. I even managed 
to get my hands on various celebrity women, as well as 
several supermodels, to add to my amusement; I kept 
some of these. One night, though, I went to sleep, 
thinking about moving on to greater things, when I woke 
up the next morning in a private room in a hospital.


CHAPTER III

A week later she found herself hanging spread-eagled in 
a brightly lit basement, cameras practically covering 
the walls. She had been pulled out of her new sleeping
spot at the foot of Jack's bed, naked, with her hands 
bound behind her and a collar affixed to the bedpost 
with a chain-by two women, who washed her, inserted a 
large penis gag and strapped it around her head, and 
took her downstairs to be bound. She thanked God that 
her daughter's hadn't seen, the thought exciting her 
even more than she already was.

Once bound, they had inserted an IV into the back 
of her wrist, explaining to her that it was a 
stimulant, meant to keep her conscious; they both 
smiled when they said that, and she quailed inside. She 
had no idea what they were going to do to her, but 
looking around the room she knew it was going to be 
deliciously painful.

Jack, his leather mask in place, entered with Gregory, 
also wearing a mask, at his side. He had cut a deal 
with Gregory-a chance to torture his wife in exchange 
for her and his daughters, as well as his agreement to 
work for him in certain ways in Japan, out of the way. 

Gregory had agreed, so he was here, like Jack, staring 
at his wife, her gorgeously trim body stretched spread 
eagled in the air, her Asian eyes bright with a touch 
of fear and anticipation, a slight sheen of sweat 
covering her body from the heat of the lights.

Silently they approached her, Gregory behind and Jack 
in front, and began running their hands over her bound 
body. Jack felt her shiver, staring at him with those 
luminous eyes filled with lust. He took her breast into 
his mouth, sucking hard, tasting the sweet flavor of her 
sweat while Gregory pulled one of the more nasty lashes 
from the wall, a lash which would break the skin if
applied hard enough. Jack bit down hard on her nipple, 
driving his fingers into her damp box, cruelly twisting 
it around as she screamed, the lash biting hard across 
her shoulders.

Pain exploded again and again across her shoulders and 
back as the masked man, only his mouth visible beneath 
the mask, continued to mash at her breasts, his fingers 
working at her cunt furiously. Screams came muffled 
through her gag as the lash fell across her firm 
asscheeks, then hitting the back of her thighs. It 
worked its way back up to her lower back, leaving 
bright red marks across her body.

Jack stepped back from the woman, watching the pain 
etch itself across her face from the lashing. He made
a small hand sign to Gregory, who smiled and sent the 
lash screaming between her legs to land with a 
sickening splat right against her cunt, making her 
whole body tense and a scream of pure agony bubble 
through her gag. Again Gregory did it, and her eyes 
snapped wide and juice spurted from her cunt, her whole 
body shivering in the throws of orgasm. Jack stepped 
forward and punched her right in the pelvis, making her 
eyelids flutter in agony as yet another orgasm washed 
through her slender Asian body.

Gregory walked around to the front of her and began to 
knee her in the groin, angered by her orgasm, not 
realizing each thud of his knee into her cunt sent her 
higher and higher into shuddering pleasure. He stopped 
when Jack grabbed him, and they watched as she slowly 
came down from her orgasm, small mewling sounds 
escaping her throat as her body went limp, only the 
stimulants being pumped into her blood keeping her 
conscious.

A pool of cunt juice lay on the concrete floor, 
matching the slick juices coating her inner thighs, 
glistening in the bright lights. Positioning himself 
behind her, Jack ran his fingernails along her lashed 
back, blood oozing through several cracks in her skin, 
making her tense up again, ready for another round.

Oh god, she thought as she felt the nails run 
agonizingly across her back, oh god they were going to 
kill her. She had spent what seemed forever coming, 
pure sensation thrumming through her beaten body, and 
she was still conscious, still available for more 
torture, for them to, she shivered, squeeze even more 
orgasms from her. She grunted, shaking her head no as 
she watched the man in front of her light a cigarette, 
knowing what he was going to do. She felt her ass 
stretched painfully as the masked man behind her shoved 
his cock into her ass, but all her attention was for 
the man in front of her, with the glowing cigarette tip 
which was coming closer and closer to her defenseless 
body.

Gregory watched as Jack popped the bitch up the ass, 
the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh as he fucked 
her amusing him. He didn't just want to fuck her, he 
wanted to hurt the whore. He gripped her right breast 
hard in his hand, making the nipple protrude, and 
brought the tip of the burning cigarette against it, 
reveling in the muffled scream, the shaking, shivering, 
sweating body, and the smell of burning flesh. He took 
another drag and pressed it against the underside of 
the breast, earning another scream of agony. For the 
next fifteen minutes he smoked and burned the bitch, 
marking her tits almost black and leaving a trail down 
her stomach to her cunt mound, burning holes in the 
sparse hair their.

Jack was getting the ride of his life in her ass, which 
contracted each time the cigarette found her body, 
squeezing his cock beyond belief. Sweat dripped from 
her body and the smell of burning flesh filled his 
nostrils as he pounded into her tight ass, her 
asscheeks quivering from each brutal upward thrust.

She could feel the man behind her finish in her ass, 
his fingers digging into her hips painfully, drawing 
her mind from the throbbing sharp pains in her breasts 
and especially her nipples. Each slight movement seemed 
to tear at them, sending raw shocks of pain straight to 
her guts, causing her ass to clamp down painfully on 
the cock still there. Her throat she thought was 
screamed hoarse, even though only guttural yells 
escaped the gag, the whole front of her body felt like 
one raw, exposed nerve.

Jack pulled out, glancing at that firm backside and 
knowing he had just what he wanted, and walked around 
to the front. Gregory was kneeling before her, one hand 
pulling her labia open, exposing her clit, while the 
other brought the burning tip right up against her 
clit. Jack watched as every muscle and tendon seemed to 
stand out on her body, blood oozing from her wrists and 
ankles even around the soft cuffs as she tried to 
wrench herself free from the agony, sweat pouring off 
her body and from her face and hair as she jerked her 
head back and forth, forward and backwards, the agony 
in her clit overwhelming. Finally Gregory growled and 
tossed the cigarette to the ground, standing and 
driving his hard cock brutally into her cunt.

She came; came as his pelvis thumped against her burned 
clit, his body rubbed up against her burned breasts. 
Her liquid splashed them both as he pounded into her, 
turning her agony into a crazy, overwhelming sensation 
which her mind could only read as pleasure, her slender 
body managing to rock in its tight bondage as he bit 
hard at her neck, ravishing her, hurting her, driving 
her to orgasm after painful orgasm, her mind shutting 
down, registering only the sensations rocketing through 
her body.

He kept fucking her even after he came in her spasming, 
grasping cunt, wanting to hurt her, punish her, even 
more. The whore, he thought with each thrust, the 
whore, glorying in her pain and debasement. When he 
finally pulled out he staggered back, his cock slowly 
going limp, her juices coating his stomach and the 
front of his legs. He looked at her as she hung limply 
in her bonds, her body looking beautifully grotesque 
with its punishment. Weak moans came from her throat; 
he smiled-he wasn't half done with her.

Jack waved Gregory back, pulling a hose from the wall 
and beginning to wash her down, the cold water somewhat 
reviving her, making her toss her head back and forth 
weakly in pain. He watched as water sluiced down her 
gorgeous, abused body, his cock growing hard as he 
thought about what was coming next.

Gregory sat on the bench-it would be used later-and 
passed Jack a small box containing 13 pins and a pair 
of small tweezers. 12 of the pins were about _ of an 
inch long with a round orange ball on one end, while 
the thirteenth was only a quarter of an inch long and 
pointed on both ends. Jack took the box and looked at 
the nearly unconscious form of his victim, his cock 
twitching as he lifted her chin and looked into her 
eyes, clouded with pain and lust. What a woman, he 
thought, pinching her left nipple between his fingers 
and pulling her breast out, noting that although badly 
burned, there probably wouldn't be too much scarring 
from the burns. His attentions earned him a low moan 
from her, and he grinned, wondering what reaction what 
he was about to do would have.

He placed the point of one of the needles near the mid-
part of her breast, angling it down as he began to 
slowly push it in, fascinated by the way her body began 
to shiver uncontrollably, a wail keening through her 
gag, the way her skin dimpled, small drops of blood 
oozing out around the needle as he pushed it into the 
meaty part of her breast. He pulled the second needle 
from the box, leaving the first fully embedded, only 
the round orange ball tip visible, trailing a small 
trail of blood to her stomach.

Oh god, she couldn't take any more of this, her mind 
cried, her body shaking in agony, the dull throbbing of 
the burning superceded by the sharp agony of the
needles as he pushed them one by one into her breast, 
six for each breast. Her breasts were now fiery balls 
of pain, each twitch a screaming torment
searing through her body; every breath was torture. 

Part of her mind suddenly disconnected, and the pain 
intensified until it was unbearable, transforming 
itself beyond pain to pure sensation. Her cries turned 
to whimpering, almost unable to endure what she was 
feeling.
Jack stood back, watching the blood pool together to 
stretch down her heaving stomach, trickling through her 
pubic hair before stalling just above her cunt. He 
waited until her screams died down into whimpers, and 
then he reached back as Gregory handed him two clamps, 
the teeth looking like two meat tenderizers coming 
together, but sharper and more viscous. He opened the 
jaws and pushed it against her right nipple until it 
completely engulfed it, and then slowly let it close. 

Blood oozed around the clamp as he watched her stomach 
heave as if she were going into contractions, a faint 
spray of mist shooting from her cunt as she came. Three 
huge contractions rolled across her stomach and down 
her thighs, her orgasms making her head jerk 
spasmodically on her shoulders, a pure animal sound 
escaping from around the gag. He repeated the procedure 
on her other nipple with the same results, watching as 
she came again and again. He still had one more needle 
left, and that was for her clit, he thought with 
satisfaction.

She could feel it as he took her clit between the 
tweezers and began to pull it away from her body, 
making it shudder from head to foot; she could feel it 
as he pressed the tip of a pin against the side of it, 
pushing it into her most tender flesh, making her whole 
body convulse, ecstasy rippling along every nerve, 
forming a triangle with her breasts, swamping her mind 
with each infinitesimal sensation of the cool metal 
sliding through her clit. It was almost more than she 
could stand, her mind blanking for long periods even as 
she sensed the way the pin in her clit held her labia 
apart, cruelly poking into that flesh also, before 
coming alive again as another orgasm shook her slender 
frame.

Jack and Gregory stepped back and watched as 
convulsions rocked her body, idling rubbing their hard 
cocks until their victim=B9s spasms slowed and finally 
stopped, leaving her handing limp in her bonds. 
Carefully they unhooked her and bend her over a special 
table, her legs at a 45-degree angle, her breasts 
hanging through an opening designed specially for them, 
and her head hanging over the edge of the table. They 
strapped her down tightly and prepared for round three.

They pulled her hands behind her back and bound them, 
pulling them up as far as they would go and securing 
them to an overhead line, forcing her upper body hard 
against the restraining device. To complete the 
picture, Jack took her battered breasts and hung 2 lb. 
weights from each nipple clamp, watching as each breast 
was distended grotesquely, blood beginning once again 
to ooze around the head of the pins still lodged deep 
in her flesh as well as from her nipples as agonized 
moans came from her still gagged mouth. Two wire leads 
were attached to each weight, and while two small 
alligator clamps, with wires falling from them, were 
clamped on either side of her clit, gripping the pin 
which still pierced it. Both Jack and Gregory stood 
back and looked at their handiwork, each stroking their 
cocks as they prepared to violate her once again.
Jack moved to the front of her, gripping her hair and 
forcing her face forward, ripping the gag from her 
mouth and pushing his cock in its stead, sliding it 
easily down her throat-he wanted it there when Gregory 
hit the switch. Gregory picked up the cane-it was more 
of a switch-and took a few swipes with it, smiling at 
the thought of how bloody it would be, tiny thorns 
studding the switch down its length. A few swipes with 
this and her ass would be a bloody mess, he thought, 
his foot resting on the switch, trying to decide 
whether or not to hit it before or after he started the 
whipping.

The cock in her throat was more of an impediment than 
anything else, considering the agony in her breasts. It 
was like a throbbing, each beat of her heart, each 
rasping breath through her nose, seeming to tear at her 
breasts, sending sharp shivers of pain up and down her 
spine. Her clit felt like it was swollen to three times 
its normal size, it too throbbing in pain, making her 
gasp through her nose with each little movement of her 
body. She knew there was more, more pain, more agony, 
on the way, and her stomach buzzed with trepidation and 
anticipation.

"Mmmmhhggggphhh!" her scream split the air as Gregory 
brought the switch down hard across her ass, blood 
splattering across her ass and flying to hit his cheek, 
a savage grin on his face as her watched her muscles 
jerk spasmodically in their bonds. Again and again her 
brought the switch down, marking her, scarring her 
beautiful ass, blood beginning to flow more freely, 
dripping down the backs of her thighs where her muscles 
were shaking uncontrollably. As he brought down the 
switch for the forth time, he hit the switch with his 
foot, sending electrical current coursing into her tits 
and cunt, grinning as she seemed to levitate the whole 
table with her as her whole body went into convulsions, 
come shooting out of her pussy as her body was rocked 
by orgasm after orgasm, the electricity firing her 
nerves beyond endurance, turning her body into a 
churning mass of pain and pleasure.

Jack gripped her head between his hands, feeling like 
he was going to crush it as her throat spasmed around 
his cock, sending chills up his spine as her saliva 
dripped from her lips and slid down his testicles. He 
began to fuck her face with short, sharp jabs, feeling 
his pelvis smack her nose with each fucking motion, 
reveling in the feeling of using this cunt like a piece 
of meat, the a spasming, rocking, coming piece of fuck 
meat.

Her whole body jerked in orgasm after orgasm, like a 
fiery, pulsing star about to explode, the current 
throbbing into her tits and clit sending screaming 
flares of agony and pleasure through her mind, the 
switch a viscous counterpoint, rocking her with 
overwhelming sensations. She sensed more than felt when 
the man behind her shoved his cock up her ass, tearing 
at her rectum brutally as he pounded into her, sending 
her higher and higher into pleasure. It felt like it 
would never end; she didn't want it to end. She wanted 
to be fucked and beaten and fucked forever, a cock in 
her throat and a cock in her ass and pins in her 
breasts and clit for all time. The bubble of pleasure 
which seemed to be engulfing her body expanded, still 
pulsing, sending wave after wave of increasing orgasmic 
pleasure rocking her slender bound body.

"Mmmghgggfffff!" she bellowed as the world seemed to 
contract to a single point of incredible sensation in 
the pit of her stomach, pleasure radiating from it in 
strange tendrils before exploding in wave after wave 
after wave of unbearable ecstasy, darkness flowing over 
her in waves as she convulsed in her bonds, her ass 
convulsing so hard Gregory thought she was going to rip 
his dick off as he spilled his seed deep into her 
bowels, her throat spasming in animalistic howls as 
Jack fucked her face, blood splattering from her nose 
as his pelvis slammed into it, his cock spilling its 
seed down her gullet.

Still she came, and came, and came as the current 
ripped through her, the men's cocks softening in her 
holes, until the waves of darkness increased and then 
covered her completely...


CHAPTER 4

"Jesus," Jack muttered, pulling his cock loose, looking 
down at the battered body before him. He signaled to 
Gregory to cut the juice pouring into her tits and 
clit, walking around behind her to inspect her ass. 

Blood covered it, sliding down the back of her thighs 
to coat her gorgeous legs before pooling on the ground. 

Her asshole was still distended from its fucking, 
winking redly at him from between her asscheeks. He 
grabbed the bottle of bactine and began liberally 
spraying her ass with it, watching as rivulets of red 
ran down her legs. A weak moan came from her as she 
regained consciousness, the stinging pain of the 
bactine cleansing out the wounds in her ass bringing 
her to.

Her mind was still fuzzy as consciousness returned, 
noticing first the stinging pain in her ass and the 
cool liquid coursing down her thighs to drip from her 
knees. She moaned weakly again, the wracking her body 
had taken and the incredible orgasms she had been 
subjected to beginning to take their toll. Her tits 
were in the same agony they had been since they had 
been pierced, yet felt like they had swollen to twice 
their size. Her ass felt tender and abused, and she 
prayed fervently that they were done with her.

Gregory walked along side his wife, his eyes lingering 
on her beaten, abused body, glorying in the pain he had 
caused her, loving the pleasure he had both taken and 
forced from her. She had always been gorgeous, he 
thought, kneeling down to stare at her breasts, 
grotesquely bruised and pierced and swollen, red and 
black and blue, but like this she was perfect, a 
perfect piece of meat upon which he could visit any 
horror, take any pleasure. He walked around to her 
front and gripped her by her hair, jerking her head 
savagely up so he could look into her eyes. How he 
wished she could see that it was him behind the mask as 
he looked into bright eyes dulled by pain and 
exhaustion. Well, he thought, the slut was just going 
to have to suck it up, he laughed as he thought it, 
placing his still soft cock into her mouth and hitting 
her upside her head until she closed her lips over it 
and began to suck, because they had lots more planned 
for her today.

Jack hit the power again, only keeping it down to half 
power this time, and watched as her body stiffened, 
muscles jerking spasmodically against the bonds. He 
would have to get hard again if he wanted to fuck the 
bitch up her cunt, and he knew exactly how to do that. 

He picked up he switch, still bloody from its previous 
usage, and brought it down hard against her already 
tenderized ass. He loved watching the way it raised a 
bloody swath across her round, firm flesh, the way an 
involuntary cry escaped her lovely throat as her flesh 
rebounded from the blow, the muscled in her thighs 
twitching in agony as he continued to beat her.

Her cries came deep down in her throat, her lips and 
mouth sucking harder on the invading dick like a 
pacifier, feeling it begin to slowly harden into a 
raping tool. She couldn't believe the pain in her ass-
the electricity cutting into her clit and tits low 
enough to be a background, insistent pulsing, no match 
for the agony which inflamed her buttocks, which felt 
like they were being flayed of every inch of skin. Fire 
spread through her body as the whipping continued, 
methodically sending pain rocking through her body as 
the whip shredded her ass. She shuddered as the 
electricity became more powerful, shooting sharp spasms 
through her clit, her body on edge, too exhausted and 
worn to come again, yet being driven higher and higher 
into that primal sensation.

Gregory dropped the cane, the sight of her ravaged ass 
making his cock throb painfully; the idea that she was 
his, that she was nothing but a piece of fuck-meat for 
his pleasure, made him want her all the more. He 
gripped her slender hips, digging his thumbs into her 
bloody ass, and forced himself into her tortured cunt, 
gasping at its slick tightness, at how it seemed to hum 
as it quivered spasmodically to the electrical shocks. 

He held it there for a moment, and then began to fuck 
her rhythmically, pulling the full length of his cock 
almost all the way out of her cunt before driving it 
back in, slamming his hips against her ass, splattering 
blood across his stomach and thighs.

She was skewered again, a cock in her throat and one in 
her pussy, being fucked violently, the man in front of 
her slamming his hips into her face, making blood run 
from her nose, her lips raw from the battering. The 
electricity kept her on edge, the pain in her breasts a 
throbbing beast threatening to overwhelm her. For the 
first time since they started on her she was not out of 
control with either pleasure or pain, her fatigue 
buffering her from the worse of both. She could feel 
her body responding, though, a queer humming feeling 
running through her nerves, making her want to achieve 
the release of orgasm, a release each pounding fucking, 
each jolt of electricity, was bringing her closer to.

The men fucked her relentlessly, their previous orgasms 
keeping them from coming, the pleasure of her throat 
and cunt setting them on edge, the sight of her beaten 
body making them want to hurt her all the more. Over 
and over they pounded into her bound body, feeling it 
grow more and more tense, her muscles quivering with 
fatigue and lust. Jack came first, spilling his seed 
deep in her spasming pussy, cursing at the intense 
pleasure shooting from his cock. His sight darkened as 
he came for the third time within the last hour, his 
cock slowly stopping its jerking as he pulled it from 
her grasping pussy, almost laughing when he heard the 
bitch moan. Gregory was not far behind, grinding his 
pelvis against his wife's face as he shot down her 
throat, loving the way he was dominating her.

Not yet! her mind screamed, the fatigue of her body 
keeping her from reaching orgasm, don't stop she wanted 
to yell, her body keyed up beyond belief, her whole 
being striving for orgasm. She ground her hips against 
the edge of the restraining table, trying to jostle the 
needle against her clit-she needed it so badly. She 
tried to grab at her pussy when the released her, 
taking her back to her previous bondage. She tried to 
bring her legs together, but they would not let her. 

They grabbed her and hoisted her back into her bonds, 
her head inches from the floor, her long black hair 
pooling in her come on the ground, her legs forming a 
huge V in the air, her bloody ass and swollen cunt 
fully exposed, her pierced clit glistening obscenely 
from between her labia.

It took Jack and Gregory less than 5 minutes to get her 
hooked upside down in her restraints she was so light. 
A look passed between them-this was to be the finally. 

They both knew she was on edge, her body begging for 
the release of orgasm, and they both planned to give it 
to her in the most brutal way they could imagine. 

Gregory did not waste any time, picking up a viscous 
looking thick leather strap and bringing it down with 
the full strength of his arm with a wet splat against 
her exposed pussy.

A howl echoed through the room as pain flashed through 
her, her cunt spasming as the strap tore at her pierced 
clit, her whole body convulsing as she felt an orgasm 
begin deep within her belly. "Splat!" another blow 
landed, another and another and another coming in quick 
succeeding sending her out of her mind with pain, he 
body bucking uncontrollably within her bonds as her 
cunt spasmed on empty air, lights flashing behind her 
closed eyelids as her orgasm rolled through her, 
shooting a geyser of come into the air. "Splat Splat 
Spat!" went the strap into her cunt, driving her orgasm 
higher and higher. She was completely lost in 
sensation, not noticing the whipping had stopped until 
she felt her cunt and ass filled, stretching as each 
man shoved their hand into her nether openings.

She screamed, a purely animalistic sound, as a fist 
thudded against her womb, sending lightning-like 
flashes of pain and pleasure through her lithe body, 
making her orgasm again and again as she felt her cunt 
and ass being torn apart by two fists plunging in and 
out of them. Jack and Gregory worked their fists 
violently into her, both amazed that she could take 
them, her narrow groin stretched beyond imagination, 
her come bubbling around the arm in her cunt as Jack 
pounded it against her cervix, feeling her cunt 
spasming around his arm, tearing at it in the throws of 
orgasm after orgasm.

For five minutes they worked their fists in her cunt 
and ass, feeling each other's fists through the tender 
membrane separating the two, her muscles clamping and 
unclamping on their arms as they drove her through 
orgasm after orgasm until finally she went limp, her 
breath coming raggedly and shallowly.

Jack pulled his arm out and motioned for Gregory to do 
the same, getting the hose and spraying himself and 
Gregory down. He looked down, amazed that he was hard 
once again. She was done for the day, probably for the 
next couple of weeks, but he needed to take care of his 
now raging hard-on, and he noticed Gregory had one 
also. He stepped outside and had AJ1 and AJ2 brought to 
him-they could give both of them a nice, easy fuck 
while his other women cleaned up Gregory's wife and 
took care of her wounds.

*

This story may or may not continue, depending on my 
mood. Any feedback, suggestions for continuation, or 
just comments are welcome. All stupid flames ignored, 
although intelligent ones may get a response.
Hope you enjoyed,

Wiley06

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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