("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Ante Up by Will Not Dance (willnotdance@gmail.com) *** A young daughter gang-raped at a poker party. (M+/f, ped, nc, rp, gb) *** I matured early. When I was 11, I developed a mild form of macromastia, a medical condition that enlarges the breasts abnormally. By the time I was 12, I was only 4’10”, with a tiny waist and body, but my breasts were 32F. I looked like a Japanese anime girl. I was humiliated by my proportions and did everything I could to hide my figure. But I couldn’t. There was nothing I could do to keep the world from seeing how my chest had exploded. Girls avoided me, boys teased me, and men…well, men stared. They didn’t think I noticed, but I could always tell when their eyes lingered on me. I wanted to disappear. That summer, a few months into my thirteenth year, my mother went away on vacation with some of her girlfriends. My father looked after me. Or was supposed to. One hot night he had five of his work buddies over to play poker. I hated when they played poker, because they got drunk and loud and smoked filthy cigars. It was particularly bad when my mother wasn’t around. Profanity flew. I was embarrassed for them. They took their poker seriously. They played for antes of $50, and some of the pots could go as high as $1000. (My father’s gambling is eventually why my mother left him.) On the night in question, my father got too drunk and bet too much. He was losing. Early in the evening, I brought snacks out for everyone and fetched them drinks. It was so hot out, but I tried to cover up my body with a sports bra and two long baggy shirts. But I could feel their eyes ogling my body. When I brought them drinks, they would pat me on the butt to thank me. Once one of the men strategically reached for his drink while I was delivering one to his neighbor, and his arm brushed against my breast. I gasped. As the evening wore on, their gazes became more obvious. Around midnight, I had fallen asleep on the sofa, and my father had lost several hands. He owed over $4000, and we didn’t have that kind of money. By this time of the night, everyone was flat-out drunk. They were angry and they demanded payment. I woke up as one of them was yelling at my father to give him his “fucking money.” As I was rising, the man struck my father across the face and told him he’d have to pay up or, he paused, find another way to reimburse them. Then the man looked at me. The others saw what he was thinking, and the room got quiet. Then my father looked at me too. I’ll never forget the look in his eye. Desperation mingled with resignation and regret. He muttered something. The man who hit him told him to speak up. My father whispered, as he looked at me, “I can’t pay.” The others took that as their sign. They all turned toward me at once. I suddenly realized what was happening, and fear welled up in me. “Daddy…?” Before I knew it, they were on me. I remember a flurry of arms and hands grabbing at me. I was so tiny. They lifted me in the air and unraveled my clothing as if they were opening a bottle of beer. My shirt was in shreds and my pants ripped off me. I was left in nothing but little girl undies and a woman’s oversized sports bra. One finger pulled the underwear off effortlessly while another hand tore at my bra and unleashed my full glory. The put me down momentarily out of surprise. They hadn’t expected what lie underneath. My breasts at that time were near-perfect spheres that projected off my frame like two cantaloupes stuck to a sapling. My fleshy pink nipples were the diameter of quarters and protruded at least an inch or more, pointing upward toward God. At the sight of this, and me desperately trying to hide my body under my tiny hands, left the men momentarily stunned. Then I could see the animal lust gushing up into their faces. Like pack-wolves they devoured me. Hands and limbs thrusting around me, grunting and growling, with their hot beer-stench breath spraying on me. A fist took my hair and yanked my head toward a crotch, where an enormous cock sprang toward my face, and it violently entered my mouth while the man controlled my head like a puppet. Other hands pulled my legs apart. I felt clumsy hands wipe something thick and sticky all over my underside. It was petroleum jelly, rescued from the bathroom, and slathered on my rectum and pussy. Then dicks began stabbing at me like swords. They took turns entering my tiny mound and ass, and I could swear there were a few minutes when I had all five dicks in me at once. I can’t tell you how. I tried screaming, and they slapped me mercilessly. Tears of pain streamed down my face while they turned me into a ragdoll. One man came in my mouth, and before I could spit it out another man’s dick replaced it. They bent me every which way, while bruises welled up all over me. They bent me backward over the back of the sofa while one man entered my mouth, another straddled me to snake his cock between my breasts, a third shoved his cock in my ass, while a fourth entered my pussy. The fifth man took my hand and used it to masturbate on my face. The couch bucked like a bronco as they tore my body apart. Somehow in the whirlwind I managed to see clearly across the room to my father, desperately hoping he’d save me. He was cowering in a dark corner, jerking himself off. After hours of this, the men left my shredded body naked on the floor, drenched in sweat and blood, semen oozing out of ever orifice. I could not move. I was senseless, nearly lifeless. I lie there for a long time, drifting in and out of consciousness. As the night slid into morning, I felt something strange, a sensation I didn’t recognize at first. I sifted through the pain and tried to discern how I felt about these animals having just violated me. Just as the dawn arrived, I knew how I felt... I liked it. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 77