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Chaos - 3
by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com)

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(MF, ped, bi, nc, rp, v, bd, tor, sn) 

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Chapter 7

After what seemed like hours sitting outside in the 
chilly dark air witnessing the macabre demonstration 
inside, my world suddenly changed. There was a 
commotion on the steps inside as a few young athletic 
looking men came down. The crowd seemed very excited to 
see them. 

Many of the dwellers moved toward them, shaking their 
hands, slapping them on the backs, and offering them 
drinks. As more of them moved down the steps, I could 
only figure that this was the soccer team the devilish 
man had mentioned to me. As I saw a young nude woman 
come down with a few of them, I could tell she was one 
of us. 

Suddenly my eyes widened, "Melissa! It is Melissa!" As 
she came down the stairs, accompanied by some of the 
younger men, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. 
Her hair looked different, her bangs fell straight down 
upon her forehead, not the usual curl she liked to 
wear. 

The look on her face was one of fear and shame. She 
kept her eyes cast downward as she moved down the 
staircase. Her hair was ruffled, and I could see red 
blotches or bite marks on her neck and speckled around 
her large breasts. She moved toward the line of chairs 
behind the other girls, but before she could sit, one 
of the young men who was talking to group of seemingly 
younger men and women summoned her over. 

I stared at her, tears beginning to run down my cheeks 
as I watched my wife, mother of my children, standing 
nude and shaken in front of the group. I wanted to rush 
to her right now! In a swift and careless motion, the 
man grabbed Melissa by the arm and pushed her toward 
the young group. 

As several of the punks held their hands up in triumph, 
one shook hands with the player in a very gracious 
manner. As they moved toward the stairs, they were 
stopped by the large man who seemed to be in charge. 
After speaking to one of them for a moment, they were 
diverted with Melissa to a door on the ground floor. As 
I strained to watch her leave, the large man came 
quickly out the door and shouted at me. "Twenty seven, 
follow me and bring your chair, I am doing you a large 
favor." 

I quickly grabbed my chair and followed him into the 
darkness around the side of the complex. One of the 
guards followed me as I was led an open spot just 
outside a well lit window. "Put your chair here," he 
ordered while pointing to the ground outside the 
window. "You make sure you stay with him!" he snapped 
at the guard as he rushed past us heading back into the 
building. 

As I sat in my chair, I could see a group of boys and 
one girl standing around and watching as one of there 
peers was savagely raping a woman on the bed. Melissa 
sat alone, at the edge of the bed in the barren white 
room while the group that brought her in moved toward 
the others to watch the action. She sat with her hands 
on her knees, her large breasts pushed forward by her 
arms. 

All at once, the sweat soaked boy, after making a few 
last exhausting thrusts into the young woman, rolled 
off her to the approval of the smiling group. At that 
point, a chubby girl, no older than 18 and full of 
piercings on her ears and nose, walked to Melissa and 
spoke to her. 

Without hesitation, Melissa crawled onto the bed and 
placed her face between the legs of the sprawled out 
woman. The crowd began to move closer to the bed and 
take delight in the girl telling Melissa just what to 
do. I sat in horror as I watched my wife licking the 
cum soaked pussy of a complete stranger. My mind raced 
a thousand places, I could see her proudly holding our 
first born in the photo we kept by our bed. Her 
laughing face as she emerged from the ocean during our 
summer vacations, that cute look she would give when 
she wanted something she knew we would be better off 
not buying. 

I saw her lovely face singing with the choir in our 
church. Now, in what seemed like only a split second, 
she was being used for the amusement of hooligans young 
enough to be our children. The girl seemed to be 
whispering something to her as she leaned close to her 
ear and helped work her face between the spread legs. 
As the group began moving closer to take in the sight, 
I was oblivious to the fact that many of the guards had 
moved in behind me and were evidently enjoying the 
show. 

"Ummm she likes it I think," grunted one of them. 

Apparently at the direction of the girl who was talking 
to her, Melissa rearranged herself by pulling her knees 
inward and thrusting her rear in the air. At that 
moment, the crowd parted as one of the young men moved 
through and began to remove his pants as he ambled up 
behind Melissa. 

I closed my eyes tightly for a few seconds, only to 
reopen them and see the young man grabbing Melissa’s 
ass cheeks as he worked his way into her. "Was he in 
her ass? No way," I thought. Through all my years with 
her, that is the one vice she never allowed me. Even as 
she matured and her bottom got a bit larger, I still 
would ask her for no other reason to hear her mumble 
how ‘sick’ I was as she walked away. 

As he began thrusting forward into her, I saw her head 
drop between the legs of the semiconscious woman. At 
that point, he reached down and grabbed her already 
matted hair and jerked her head upward. He eyes were 
clinched shut and she had sucked her lips into her 
mouth and pinched them together with her teeth. Faster 
he began pumping into her. Another man appeared from 
the crowd and moved beside him. 

Smiling he licked his finger and stuck it just above 
the other man’s shiny pumping cock. I could tell by 
Melissa’s reaction, he had his finger in her tight 
little asshole. As the rapist pumped away, the other 
man placed his hand around Melissa’s neck as he pumped 
his finger in and out of her ass. 

Her face reddened and her mouth popped open as he began 
cutting off her air supply. Her eyes were wide open as 
she gasped for air. She raised her right hand halfway 
up to try and release his grip, but then she let it 
fall back to the bed. Now both men were laughing and 
chanting as they abused her. As her face reddened, I 
could take no more. 

"Goddamnit stop them!" I blurted as I sprang from my 
seat. As I turned to one of the guards, the last thing 
I remember was a heavy thud on the back of my skull.


Chapter 8


"Brad," a soft voice whispered. My eyes squinted as the 
light flooded my aching head. "Honey... honey it’s me," 
came the familiar whisper. My eyes focused enough to 
see Melissa, tears streaming down her cheeks as she 
stroked my forehead with her caring fingers. 
"Melissa..?" I whispered as I tried to raise my head. 

Slowly she wrapped her arm around me and buried her 
face in my neck and began sobbing. "Oh Brad... I’m so 
sorry... what has happened to us... I am so, so sorry," 
she muttered as she began crying uncontrollably and 
squeezing me against her. 

"Don’t be sorry, don’t be sorry, this is not your 
fault, we are going to be OK," I stammered as tears 
began welling up in my eyes. A hard knot formed in my 
throat as I fought back the urge to cry. 

She raised her head and looked at me. "I never thought 
I’d see you again, never. The guards... they kept 
telling me things... I have done everything for 
them..." she sobbed. "I have done everything, so I 
could see you again, they are horrible to me... 
horrible to us!" she moaned as she dropped her head 
back down and began crying uncontrollably. 

"Shhh... it’s OK... it’s all going to be OK, I am here 
now, we are going to be alright." We embraced each 
other and sobbed for what seemed like hours, so happy 
to be back together again. 

Looking around, I could see that we were in an old, 
musty room which appeared to be a hotel of some sort. 
The mattress we laid on had no sheets, there was one 
chair, the curtains had been removed, and a hole stood 
where the knob to the door had once been. There were 
water bottles strewn about the room. 

As Melissa rose, she gingerly walked over and sat in 
the chair. I could see marks on her beautiful body. Her 
neck still had black and blue marks from the episode 
last evening. I could see her neck and breasts had red 
blemishes and bite marks. Her bottom was worst of all. 
The imprints of fingers and hands where she had been 
spanked and squeezed were evident. 

As I looked at her, sitting in the chair, eyes cast 
downward, arms covering her breasts, as if in the 
company of strangers. Looking out the window, I could 
see that we were on the second floor. A huge chain link 
fence went from the ground to the roof and surrounded 
the exterior walkways. The property was obviously very 
over run. There were vehicles, some of them vans, a 
couple of buses, and others that looked like military 
issue. 

"Have you been here the whole time?" I asked turning 
toward her. 

She barely nodded her head yes as she stared at the 
floor. "Are you alone in here? Or do you have others 
that stay here?" Again, her eyes filled with tears and 
she buried her face in her hands and began to cry. "I’m 
sorry honey, I’m so sorry," I said as I moved toward 
her to comfort her. 

"I don’t want you and the kids to see what they make me 
do!" she blurted through the sobs. 

"It’s OK... it’s OK, the kids are fine, don’t think 
about that, don’t think about that at all Melissa." 

"I do those things for you and them, so I can be with 
you again... the other girls and ladies who don’t... 
who don’t love their family as much as I do... many of 
them were... were... oh god why me?" 

I held her tight as she cried out loud. "You are very 
brave honey, very brave, you are doing everything for 
your family, please...please don’t cry, everything will 
be alright, we will be home soon, together with our 
family, I am sure of it." I added as I tried to console 
her. 

"Well! Well!" came the raspy voice as the door opened. 
Startled, we both cast our glances to the sunlit 
opening. "Who is this 27?" Is this Mr. 27 I presume?" 
spoke the skinny man in the wheelchair. He appeared to 
be about 60 years old, and obviously something had 
robbed him of his motor skills. His head bobbed around 
uncontrollably and his left foot kept wiggling on the 
foot rest of his chair like a hyperactive kid in math 
class. 

"Yes Fordham, this is my husband." 

"Hmmm, I see," he snapped as he glanced over my nude 
body. "Well dear, I have something for you, and I am 
sure you want it don’t you?" he said looking at 
Melissa. 

She sat silently and just stared. 

"DON’T YOU?" he hissed. 

As tears began streaming down her face she looked 
toward him. "He is my husband Fordham... p-please, 
another time?" 

"FUCK NO!" he echoed as his convulsive movements 
intensified. "Now, or you will have to skip a day, and 
we both know that is not a good idea, don’t we?" he 
grinned. 

Biting her lip, she turned to with sad wondering eyes. 
"Honey... would you please go into the bathroom for a 
few minutes... please, for me?" 

I was speechless as I looked back and forth between the 
knarly old man and my wonderful wife. "Go you 
motherfucker!" wailed the old man. 

"Please Brad... please," as the tears began to flow 
again. 

In a trance like state, I slowly backed up a few steps 
and turned to walk into the bathroom. "Better close the 
door motherfucker!" he cackled again. 

As I closed the door, I stood dumbfounded in the small 
white bathroom. There was no shower curtain, and what 
looked like a commercial roll of toilet paper hanging 
from a wire in the hole that used to be a door knob. 
Without the door knob, the door would not remain shut, 
and I could here his voice in the room with my wife. 

Like a child, I leaned over and placed my ear to the 
hole. I heard a voice, which sounded like it came from 
outside, bark something into the room in what sounded 
like a German voice. "Just a minute... I just got in 
here!" retorted the old man. "You ought to be glad that 
I am the one who is bringing you your pill now. Or did 
you like some of the other staff members better?" I 
heard him ask. 

"No Fordham," I heard Melissa whisper. "I don’t know 
what you do for big ole Angelica, but I nearly have to 
fight her everyday to get you on my route!" 

He boomed with laughter. "Here is new one for you... 
what do you think? I heard him say.

I them heard a barely audible whisper from Melissa. 

"The chair Melissa, I think the chair this time," he 
said. After several seconds waiting to hear something, 
the silence was broken by his voice. "Good girl... very 
nice... very nice. Play with your tits with your other 
hand... there we go... very good. How does that feel 
Melissa?"

"Good!" came a soft whisper. 

"Work it in there, and keep playing with your tits... I 
want you to suck one of your nipples while you are 
doing it... very good... you are a lovely woman. Who’s 
pussy is that Melissa?"

"Yours Fordham," came the whisper.

"Tell me louder!" 

"It’s your pussy Fordham," she spoke. 

"Yes it is Melissa... yes it is," he softly said. "Hear 
that Motherfucker!!" he yelled. "It’s MY pussy!" he 
laughed. 

Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly bent down and 
pushed the door open enough to look through the hole of 
the vacant door knob. There, on the chair with her legs 
spread, Melissa sat facing the man while she worked a 
dildo in and out of her pussy. She alternate pulling up 
each of her tits and licking the nipples for him. 

"Put both hands on that cock and work it in deep for me 
now," he ordered. "Deeper!" As Melissa grimaced, he 
laughed. "A little sore down there are we? I heard you 
had a big night last night. Let me hear you, let me 
hear you before I leave this room and take your dose 
with me," he snapped. 

"Ummm, it feels good. Aaaahhh so good," Melissa forced. 
"Ummm... ummmm."

"Get on the mattress now and let me watch you work it 
on your knees." 

Melissa pulled the rubber dick out and quickly moved to 
the mattress where she put her face down and raised her 
ass into the air. The old man rolled himself over to 
get a closer look. "Put that dick all the way in 
girl... show me what a good whore you are. Well, the 
boys must have worked on that bouncy bottom of yours 
last night dear," he mused. "I see some battle scars 
and that tight little hole has some dried blood around 
it. Did they work your ass last night?" 

"Yes, yes they did."

"Do you want me to make you put that fat rubber in your 
ass for me?"

"No Fordham, no I do not."

"Then you better start fucking yourself, and let me 
know that you are fucking yourself," he quipped. 

"Ooooh it feels so good, ummmmm... I think I am going 
to cum." 

Fordham let out a burst of laughter. "I don’t think 
you're going to cum dear, but let’s see how good you 
can fake it!" he added. 

I could hardly control my anger as I watched Melissa 
work the dildo into her while he flailed around and 
stared at her quivering bottom. I felt rage as she 
loudly faked an orgasm and called his name per his 
orders. I think he enjoyed the idea of humiliating me, 
because it got worse when he noticed I was watching. 

Once she finished, she crawled to him and opened her 
mouth. Smiling, he dropped a small tablet in her mouth 
and told her what a good ‘whore’ she was. "Go clean 
your whore juice off my toy and bring it back to me," 
he ordered. 

Raising up, Melissa headed toward me as I backed my way 
back into the bathroom. I could hear her cut the water 
on and clean the sick mans filthy toy. As I watched her 
walk back to him, he had her place the rubber dick in a 
bag on the rear of his chair. 

As he turned to leave, he added, "I think these birth 
control pills are putting a little weight on you 
Melissa, your tits and ass wiggle more when you walk 
now. But I guess that is better than you and Mr. 27 
raising the kid of some guy who blows his load into 
you, huh?" 

Melissa did not speak as the man wheeled his way out 
the door. "Until next time my sweet Melissa," he added 
in a matter of fact voice as he wheeled out of sight.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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