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Authors name: SSC (sshieldsus@yahoo.com)
Story title : All My Regrets 3

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All My Regrets - 3 (MF, rp, beast, nc, drugs)
by SSC (sshieldsus@yahoo.com)



****This story is part truth and part fantasy, but I will 
never tell which parts. I do not endorse, recommend, or 
support bestiality or child molestation. Keep it in your 
fantasies!****

All My Regrets: Part 3
By: SSC

Sam, or Daddy as he made me call him, had me suck him off 
one more time that day before driving me home. He pulled 
up to the front of the house, leaned over me and opened 
the door. He didn't look at me, didn't speak to me, just 
motioned that I should get out of the car. My parents 
weren't home yet so I got out my keys and stumbled slowly 
and still somewhat painfully up the steps to the front 
door. The bruises from the raping Razor had given to me 
the day before made walking difficult and the shock I was 
in made it all that much worse.

I didn't turn around to see Sam, I couldn't bear to see 
him. As I reach the door and unlocked it I heard him 
drive away in a hail of gravel. I hoped for a brief 
moment that he was kidding about making me a bitch, that 
he was kidding about fucking me, hoped that I might never 
see him again... but deep down I knew that I would. 

Walking back to my bedroom I was nearly in a haze, barely 
seeing anything that was happening around me. I stripped 
off my cum covered shirt and with it the rest of my 
clothes and put them on to wash. I sat on my bed with a 
damp cloth scrubbing his sperm off my chest and tiny 
breasts, completely unaware of the world around me.

I was still sitting there an hour later when I heard the 
sounds of my parents coming home. I had just enough time 
to grab some clothes and run into the bathroom before 
they saw me. I changed rapidly and went out to say hi. My 
parents were pissed! Not only had I forgotten to do my 
chores this afternoon, but I had accidentally left the 
front door open when I came in.

"Don't you listen to what we tell you? Don't you know 
there are people out there in the world that hurt little 
girls? What were you thinking! Eat your dinner, and go to 
your room for the rest of the night! Go to bed!" my 
father said. When he thought I was out of earshot I heard 
him tell my mother "I swear that girl is going to get 
into real trouble some day if she is not more careful!"

I almost burst out laughing and crying at the same time! 
I wanted to tell them everything! I wanted to tell them 
about Razor raping me, about their friend Sam forcing me 
to suck his penis and threatening to fuck me! But I 
didn't, I couldn't. The shame was too much so I had 
hurried down the hall and into my room.

I spent the rest of the night lying on my bed franticly 
searching for a way out of my predicament, but I could 
find no solution. I have no idea what time I finally fell 
asleep but when I woke up the next morning it felt as if 
I had not slept at all. 

I spent as long as possible in the shower, I was too 
upset to eat breakfast. After I got dressed I again rode 
with my parents to the bus stop. All the way there I sat 
in the back of the car listening to them talk about work, 
wanting so badly to interrupt them and tell them what had 
been happening to me, but I couldn't.

When the car pulled away I was left standing there on the 
side of the road wondering what would happen next. What 
did Sam mean by saying I would make more tapes? What was 
he going to force me to do? And when? Finally the bus 
came and I climbed aboard. Terry and Melinda were already 
there so I sat down next to them.

"Hi Sara." Said Melinda before launching into a 
discussion about the boys on the bus with her sister. I 
sat there and pretended to listen but it was hard to 
focus, I was terrified about what would happen to me 
next. No longer did I feel safe at home, and certainly 
not at the bus stop or anywhere near it. The only place I 
felt that I couldn't be reached was at school, he 
couldn't hurt me there.

It was then that I made up my mind, I couldn't go through 
every day being terrified of what might happen, I 
couldn't spend the rest of my life afraid to go outside! 
And I knew I didn't want to have anything more to do with 
whatever Sam had in mind. I had to tell someone. As the 
bus pulled up to the school I got off with Terry and 
Melinda, but instead of going to our usual corner to 
await the first bell I walked up to the group of teachers 
standing on the front steps. 

My teacher Mr. Snider was there, along with three or four 
other teachers and more importantly the principal Miss 
Terrance. Miss T, as she liked to be called had always 
told us that whenever we needed help with anything we 
could always come to her. Well I needed help, and badly. 

"Miss T?" I said moving slowly up the steps.

"Yes Sara." she said turning to look at me. She knelt 
down a bit so that we were face to face " What can I do 
for you?"

"I need to talk to you about something really important 
Miss T." I said while trying to remain calm. I knew this 
was the right thing to do, but I was so scared my knees 
were wobbling. 

"Hmm... I am a little busy right now, but I do want to 
talk to you and help in any way I can. Tell you what, I 
will call for you over the intercom as soon as I have 
free time. Will that be ok hon?" Miss T said smiling at 
me. 

"Sure, ok." I replied. 

Just then the bell rang and everyone began moving into 
the school. I followed the teachers in and went down to 
my classroom. A few years earlier the school had 
purchased new desks with lockers attached to the back of 
them, something about having lockers in the hallways 
being a fire hazard.

I walked to my desk, sat down my book bag, and dialed in 
the locker combination so that I could put my books away. 
My legs were still weak and my stomach was upset, but I 
felt much better knowing that I would soon be able to 
tell my secret to someone. Upon opening the locker I was 
shocked to discover it wasn't empty. Taped to the back 
panel was a sealed red envelope. It was addressed to 
"Bitch".

To this day I can still remember my shock and fear, the 
panic swept through me and I nearly passed out. Grabbing 
the envelope and stuffing it in my pants pocket I quickly 
shoved my book bag into the locker and ran to the 
bathroom. Hiding in one of the stalls I opened the 
letter. Inside was a folded piece of blue paper.

"Bitch, 

This is just a brief note to tell you how much I have 
enjoyed our playtime together the last two days, and I 
look forward to much more fun. Just in case you were 
thinking of telling someone, this note should kill that 
idea. I can reach you anywhere. YOU are mine now Bitch. 
When the last bell rings today do not get on the bus. Go 
to the back of the school, a van will be there. Get in 
it. If you are not there in five minutes, I will show the 
tape to your parents. 

Daddy."


Tears rolled down my cheeks and I vomited into the 
toilet. I still have no idea how long I hid in there, 
reading the note over and over again until the words were 
burned into my retinas. There was no way out. I was going 
to be a slave. 

Eventually I managed to collect myself enough to leave 
the bathroom and return to class. Mr. Sanders looked at 
me very oddly when I finally came in but did not ask me 
any questions. The day went by fairly normally, I was in 
a state of shock and delirium and it came as quite a 
surprise when the intercom beeped during our math lesson. 
Mr. Sanders answer it and motioned me up to the front of 
the room. 

"Sara, Miss Terrence would like to see you in the office. 
Here is a hall pass, come right back here when you are 
finished."

I broke out in a cold sweat again. What was I going to 
do? Obviously I couldn't tell Miss T what was going on! 
Then it finally hit me, someone in the building knew! 
There was no way Sam could have put that note there 
himself, so someone here at school knew what was going 
on! Someone here knew my secret and if I told Miss T then 
Sam would find out and I would be in even worse trouble. 
When I finally got to the office the secretary waved me 
into Miss T's room and told me to sit in the chair in 
front of her desk. She said Miss T would be back in just 
a minute. 

"Hello Sara," Miss T said coming into the room. She 
poured herself a cup of coffee then sat down behind her 
desk facing me. "What can I help you with today?"

I knew I couldn't tell her the truth, so thinking quickly 
I lied. 

"I was just feeling a little funny this morning, my 
stomach hurt. But I feel better now." 

"Really? Did you throw up or have a headache?"

"No ma'am. Just felt a little funny. But I feel ok now."

I think she knew I was lying because she just sat there 
for a moment or two watching me. She got up from behind 
her desk and walked around to me. Squatting down again 
she looked me in the eye.

"Sara, you do know that you can talk to me right? You can 
tell me anything."

"Yes ma'am."

"And you were feeling sick but now your better?"

"Yes," I replied, hoping she didn't notice I was shaking.

"Ok then, if you have nothing else to say, please go back 
to your classroom."

She turned away from me and sat back down at her desk. I 
stood up and walked back to class, still shaking like a 
leaf the whole way. The rest of the day seemed to speed 
by and before I knew it the final bell rang. Getting up 
slowly from my seat I unlocked the locker and removed my 
book bag. I left the classroom and instead of following 
the other student out front to the buses I walked to the 
back of the school and out the rear cafeteria door.

Several of the lunch ladies saw me, but none of them gave 
me more than a single glance. Waiting out behind the 
dumpster was a blue van, fairly old and beat up with the 
paint peeling off of it. I walked slowly up to it and 
opened the passenger side door. 

"Get in here and sit down." The man inside said without 
even looking at me. He was much older than me, but not as 
old as Sam. He was wearing black shorts and a faded white 
t-shirt. His hair was long and tangled down his back, 
even blending in with his beard, which hid his face quite 
well. 

I climbed up into the van and sat down on the front seat. 
As I closed the door the van pulled away from the school 
and out onto the road. 

"Keep your mouth shut. Take off your pants."

Not knowing what else to do I did as he told me, slowly 
unbuckling my belt and sliding my jeans off onto the 
floor. I had worn one of my favorite pairs of underwear 
that day, they were decorated with cute little hearts and 
a bow in the front. 

"Move closer to me."

Again I did as he told me, sliding along the connected 
seat until I was sitting not more than five inches 
between us. Without even looking he reached over, while 
keeping one hand on the wheel, and moved my panties aside 
exposing my pussy. I began to whimper at this, my heart 
was racing and I was near tears. 

"Cry and you will fucking regret it."

I closed my eyes as he roughly shoved two fingers into me 
as deep as he could. He then began moving them in and 
out, finger fucking me until I started to get wet. I was 
glad the windows of the van were tinted so that no one 
could see in. I sat there as passively as possible until 
finally he seemed satisfied and removed his fingers from 
me. He put them up to his face and licked them clean, 
some of my wetness moistening his ample beard. 

"Fresh and tasty. You are going to be an excellent 
bitch."

He didn't say anything else for the entire trip, but 
neither did he touch me again. When I was sure he was 
finished I rearranged my panties and slide back across 
the seat to put on my jeans. It wasn't long before the 
van stopped and the man got out. He motioned for me to 
follow him. I grabbed my book bag and got down from the 
van.

I hadn't seen anything around us while we were driving 
and I was certain that I had never seen this place 
before. There were thick woods all around us, and the 
road we came in on was dirt and gravel. Three buildings 
were spread throughout the clearing, I followed the man 
into one of the smaller ones. After we got inside the man 
closed the door and then turned a switch on the wall. I 
immediately felt the air conditioning kick in, but I was 
still sweating anyway. 

"Sit."

There were two couches in the room and a small table with 
several magazines on it. I was too scared to notice it at 
the time, but the room was setup like the waiting room at 
a doctor's office. There was a hallway heading back 
farther into the building and I could see several doors 
along the hall as I walked over and sat on the couch. 

"Stay here. Read something if you want. I will be back in 
a few minutes. You try to run and you will regret it.'

The man walked off down the hallway turning on some of 
the lights as he went. Looking at the magazines on the 
table was not going to make me feel better in any way. 
Oddly enough they were arranged in several neat stacks, I 
picked up one from the closest stack and found it to be a 
magazine on dog breeding as were all the ones in that 
stack. The top magazine on the next stack was called 
"Boy's Will Be Boy's" and as I flipped through it I found 
that is was filled with pictures of boys about my age 
having sex with other boys, men, and in some cases dogs!

One particular picture in the center of the magazine 
showed a boy that looked vaguely familiar crouched on all 
fours. The boy was sucking on a man's large penis while a 
dog had sex with the boys butt. Horrified I put it back 
on the stack and picked up the next one.

The title for this one was "Four Play" and the pictures 
showed two girls about my age and younger with two older 
women. They were all having sex with each other, but it 
looked like the two young girls didn't want to. The women 
were hitting them and tying them up tight enough to make 
them bleed. I was just setting that magazine down and 
moving on to the next stack when I heard footsteps coming 
down the hall. The man emerged from the hall and walked 
over to sit down on the other couch.

"Ok listen to me and don't say a fucking thing. In my 
opinion you shouldn't be here yet, you haven't trained 
long enough to break your spirit. But because we have a 
special request you are going to do it now and then 
continue your training. Your Daddy would normally do this 
but he has to take care of something so I am in charge. 
You talk back to me, try to run, or fight me in anyway 
and I will kill you and bury you in the woods. Got that?"

I nodded, my heart nearly beating out of my chest.

"Right that's good. Do not speak to me unless I tell you 
that you can, and when you do call me Master. If you 
don't say Master each time or if you talk without my 
permission I will beat the shit out of you. Got it?"

I nodded again. 

"Good. Now put this on, and go down the hall to the third 
room on the right. Stay there until I come for you. I am 
going to go get your new friend."

He tossed a bag on the couch and walked outside, closing 
the door behind him. With trembling hands I opened the 
brown paper bag and withdrew the clothing inside. It was 
a cheerleading uniform almost exactly the same as the 
high school girls wore, right down to the colors of the 
socks. However the logo for the team had bee removed and 
in its place was a picture of a girl bending over to show 
her underwear. I knew I had no choice, so I slowly 
stripped off my clothes and changed into the outfit. It 
was very tight one me especially around my butt and 
breasts but I didn't think I should complain.

I picked up my clothes and arranged them on the couch, 
then walked down the hallway to the third door and opened 
it. Inside the room was decorated like a locker room only 
better lit, with football equipment and clothes strewn in 
the open lockers and around the floor. There were several 
benches that were bolted to the tile floor as well.

One small section of the room had been partitioned off as 
a shower with three or four nozzle heads. The one wall 
not dedicated to the shower or covered with lockers was 
cut missing and the space where it should have been was 
filled with what looked like TV's and cameras. In fact I 
could see several cameras mounted to the walls and 
ceilings in addition to a large television type camera 
standing next to one of the TV's.

I walked in and not knowing what I should do I decided 
that I would sit on the first bench facing the door. It 
wasn't long before the man came back in. 

"Ok here is how this is going to work. You are a 
cheerleader, obviously, and you have snuck into the boy's 
locker room after the game to masturbate. You know what 
that means right? And you know how to do it?"

I had never masturbated before, but I thought I knew how 
so I nodded.

"Good, ok once you are good and into it I will come in 
with your friend. Both he and I will be fucking you. I 
want you to start out by fighting it, shake your head, 
wave your hands, try to run, stuff like that. But only 
act, if you try to do any of that shit for real I will 
make you pay. Now I am going to be giving you 
instructions so watch and listen to me. Got all that?"

"Yes," I said. 

The man leaped across the room and punched me right in 
the stomach as hard as he could. When I fell to the 
ground gasping for breath he kicked me with his heavy 
boots in the top of my head. I rolled over on my side 
with tears streaming down my face as I tried to catch my 
breath.

"I said no talking. That was a test. Next time it will be 
worse."

As I lay there recovering the man went around the room 
turning on the cameras and the TV's. When he seemed 
satisfied he turned back to me. 

"Get up. Ok now do this like I told you. Come in, sniff 
some of the clothes, then take off your underwear and 
masturbate. Leave the rest of the outfit on. I will film 
for a few minutes and then I will leave to get our 
friend. You better keep going while I am gone or... well 
you know. Ok, start now."

He got behind the camera and the light came on. I stood 
up and looked around, not really knowing what to do. 
Behind the camera he was pointing towards a pile of 
clothes on the floor. I walked over to them and he 
motioned for me to pick up a jock strap from the pile. 
Grabbing it I stood up and put it to my face. It smelled 
of stale sweat, urine, and cum. I could seem him 
directing me out of the corner of my eye and followed his 
directions. Walking over to the nearest bench I sat down 
on it. Stuffing the jock in my face I continued to inhale 
the smell deeply while with my other hand removing my 
underwear.

At this point I was operating on autopilot, no longer in 
control of my mind or body. Too depressed and sacred to 
think straight I merely did as he motioned me to do. Once 
my panties were off I started masturbating, my tiny 
fingers working their way into and out of me. I wasn't 
enjoying it, wasn't feeling anything but fear and shame 
but I knew he would hurt me if I didn't at least act as 
if I enjoyed it.

"Ummm.... Ahhh...." I moaned for the camera, all the 
while wondering what was coming next. 

I continued on with my moaning and fingering as he left 
the room, a wicked smile on his face. I lay back down on 
the bench, with the cameras still running, and continued 
to finger myself. Despite the shame I was just starting 
to like it when the door swung open and the man came in 
leading a dog. The man was now dressed in a uniform that 
looked like a football coach and the dog was wearing a 
sign that said "Pussy High Mascot". The dog was a mixed 
breed, it was impossible to tell what type it was, but it 
was not nearly as big as Razor. Upon seeing them I 
stopped masturbating. 

"Oh what the hell is this?" yelled the man at me, the dog 
simply stared at me.

"Look Rocco," the man said to the dog. "Another one of 
those cheersluts is masturbating in the locker room! We 
don't like that do we Rocco?"

Upon hearing its name the dog barked and began drooling. 

"Boy are you in the wrong place at the wrong time." The 
man said. When I didn't react he reached out and grabbed 
my arm, jerking me off the bench and onto the floor. I 
landed right underneath Rocco and I was, sadly, not 
surprised to see that the dogs erect penis was already 
hanging down. 

"We will teach you to masturbate in here you little 
virgin slut." The man said while kicking me in the side " 
Suck on Rocco's cock!" 

I lay there unable to move, my brain whirling in circles. 
Part of my brain was screaming at me to run, but another 
part kept telling me that I had no choice, that I had to 
accept what was happening to me. While I was thinking the 
man directed another kick into my side. Reaching up I 
grasped the veiny canine penis and guided it into my 
mouth. I moved my head up and down the shaft, guiding it 
deeper and deeper into my mouth as the man instructed me 
from behind the camera. 

"Ok slut, that's enough of that. Now do mine." 

The man walked out from behind the camera, unzipped his 
shorts, and revealed his penis. Even erect I think it was 
fairly small, certainly not as big as Sam's had been, and 
smaller even than the dogs. But I reached out to grasp it 
just the same and guided it into my open mouth.

I felt his hand rest on the back of my head and he began 
to ram his penis violently into and out of my mouth while 
I use my lips to caress it. The cameras around us capture 
the scene of me on my knees with his penis in my mouth, 
the dog as yet unsatisfied walked slowly around us 
whining and whimpering for attention. 

The whole experience must have been too much for him 
because he came rather quickly, his sperm shooting down 
my throat and then over my face and onto the uniform 
covering my chest. When he finally finished draining 
himself he wiped the remains on my face then spoke.

"Did you enjoy that you whore?" Not knowing if I should 
speak or not I merely shook my head.

"No? Well that's ok, cause your really going to enjoy 
this next trick." He said. 

Then without warning he slammed his fist down on top of 
my head knocking me to the floor and leaving me dazed. I 
remember being very confused about what was going on and 
being unable to focus my eyes. Then suddenly I couldn't 
see at all the world went completely black! I tried to 
scream out in terror but my mouth didn't seem to work and 
all that escaped was a whisper.

I felt myself being lifted and lain down upon something 
wooden, then my arms were roughly pulled up above my head 
and metal cuffs locked them in place so that I could not 
move them. Next I felt the cold pinch of metal clamps 
around my ankles as my legs were very forcefully jerked 
out and lashed down. Suddenly my mouth was forced open 
and something was shoved in. A hand clamped over my mouth 
and did not let up until I had swallowed what turned out 
to be a pill.

My hands and legs were bound and I could hear what was 
going on around me, but could not see anything. I was 
afraid to speak or scream because he might hurt me worse. 
After a few minutes of lying there listening to the man 
walk around the room and move things I began to feel very 
strange. All the fear and pain slowly drained away from 
my body and was replaced by a feeling of relaxed 
happiness and a desire to be helpful and kind.

Of course I now know that he had given me some sort of 
drug, but at the time I didn't question the new feelings 
because they were so much better than the pain and 
terror. Shortly after the drug took effect my vision 
suddenly cleared and I could see the blindfold being 
taken off. I was lying on one of the benches with my 
hands shackled above my head, my feet chained to one of 
the bench supports, and my cheerleading uniform skirt 
thrown up across my body leaving my nearly hairless pussy 
in full view. The man had moved the camera so that it was 
just above and to the right of me and showed every inch 
of my entire body on the TV behind him. 

"Ok Bitch. What's your name?"

"Sara." I mumbled. 

"No! wrong! Your name is Bitch. What's your name?"

"Bitch."

"Good," he said with a smile " Now Bitch, you are about 
to get fucked by your second mate, I want you to enjoy 
it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I replied. I did not know what was happening, but 
it seemed a reasonable request to enjoy being fucked. 

The very next thing I know there is hot breath on my face 
and a furry weight pressing down on me, claws are 
scratching my sides and my legs are being forced apart. 
The dog was mounting me. As his long shaft penetrated my 
pussy for the first time it seemed like the world would 
explode in light and pleasure, I let out a long slow moan 
as he worked his way in.

When he finally reached as deep as his penis could go he 
pulled back out and slammed his way back in sending 
shivers of pleasure through me and forcing my body back 
against the restraints. He began slowly increasing his 
speed, his hot breath blowing on my face and doggy drool 
soaking through the thin cotton of the cheerleading 
uniform. Part of me rebelled at what was taking place but 
it was only a very small part and the rest of my was 
enjoying this dog fucking! 

"Oh oh oh oh!" I moan as he thrust into me over and over 
"oh yes please oh please...." 

"Do you like that?" asked the man.

"Yes I do...ohohoh' I answered.

"You are a good doggie whore aren't you?' he asked 
"Nothing but a real live human doggie bitch right?"

"Yes!" I screamed.

The mutt kept pounding into me, driving his veiny shaft 
deep inside my tiny body. I could feel every centimeter 
of it as it thrust along the walls of my vagina. It 
wasn't long before the dog started to come in my pussy 
and the first orgasm rushed through my tiny body causing 
me to arch my back and cry out in pleasure and pain. 

"Oh please god make it stop!!!"

But the dog didn't care. After my third orgasm I slipped 
into a semi-conscious state. I could still feel the dog 
fucking me, still hear myself moaning in pleasure, still 
hear the sounds of our mixed cum squishing around in my 
young pussy, but I could no longer react to it. The dog 
finished after awhile, I have no idea how long it took, 
but when he was done the man came in and fucked me once 
just to satisfy himself. When he finally unlocked me and 
I was able to stand a literal river of human and doggie 
juices ran out of my cunt and down my leg.

"Don't waste that Bitch! Get on the floor and lick it 
up!"

So with him using the camera and the dog watching I got 
down on all fours and used my tongue to lick the slimy 
sweet mixture off the floor. While I was down there the 
dog took his turn with me once more, this time he knocked 
me to the floor before savaging my tiny white ass. When 
the dog was finally done and the cameras turn off the man 
grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the shower area. He 
stripped me naked, making lewd comments all the while, 
and showered me clean. Then he carried me into the 
magazine room and helped me dress myself. I was starting 
to come down from the drugs, but still not lucid enough 
to fully realize what was going on and what had happened. 

He carried me outside to the van and threw me in the 
front seat next to him. We sped along the back roads and 
eventually ended up in front of my parent's house, 
fortunately for me their car wasn't in the driveway. The 
man leaned over the seat and grabbed my face, pulling me 
close to him.

"Now listen to me doggie whore, you are ours now. There 
is no way out. If you tell anyone we will release that 
tape and ruin your life. Then if you're lucky, we might 
kill you. If you're not lucky... well there are worse 
things. Your Daddy, meaning Sam of course, will be back 
in town soon and he will come find you then. I hope you 
enjoyed today, because this is just the beginning. We 
have so many more fun things for you to do."

He shoved me out of the van and into the yard then threw 
my book bag down at my feet. He gunned the engine on the 
old van and drove off down the road. 

******** End of Part 3******

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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. 

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