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Bomb Shelter Bondage - Part 1: Planning the perfect kidnapping

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Bomb Shelter Bondage

Part 1:    Planning the perfect kidnapping

 

It all started out as just a crazy idea.   I mean, what 35-yr old guy hasn’t fantasized at some point in their lives about having sex slaves

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to do their every whim.   Still, I never gave it much serious thought.   That all changed when I moved to a small town in Michigan …

 

I had worked since college as a Mechanical Engineer until, after 10 years, I finally got sick of having to do whatever someone else to.   So, I quit my job and started a web-based M.E. consulting business so I’m able to work at home and have other freedoms that a regular 9-to-5 job wouldn’t allow me.   I’ve always lived in big cities so I thought that I’d give small-town life a try.   I bought a place just off of one of the town’s many county roads.   It wasn’t exactly rural (I wasn’t ready to go that extreme yet) but it had a drive about a quarter-mile back into a nice wooded area.   I still had neighbors if I needed them but far enough away that I wouldn’t have to worry about Ma & Pa Kettle stopping by.

 

I’ll warn readers right now that part 1 is about only what I find and the kidnappings.  

If you don’t care, I suggest you go to the next section.

 

I was back in what can only be called a small forest raking leaves one weekend, beginning to become aware of how much yardwork would be required and starting to regret my decision to move here, when I tripped and fell over something.   “Damn, I’m starting to hate this place,” I mumbled to no one in particular.   I got up, checked my new shirt for rips, and proceeded to rake away the leaves.   At this point, I was fully expecting to find a tree-stump or some similar thing that would cause me to be forced to either do yet more labor or call my realtor.   What I found, instead, changed my life.

 

It was a hatch of some sort, with a spinning valve attached.   I gave it a turn but the thing wouldn’t budge.   “Probably rusted,” I thought.   I stuck my rake-handle in and used it at leverage.   Finally, after several attempts, it freed-up and started to move.   Removing the rake, I gave the handle a few twists and heard the clicking sound of a latch opening.

 

I lifted the lid and saw a ladder leading down into darkness.   “Cool.”   After retrieving a flashlight, I climbed down about 30 feet and started to look around.   I had found what appeared to be an old bomb shelter.   That struck me as weird until I remembered being practically between Detroit and Chicago , both likely targets.   The room itself appeared to be about 15’ X 60’ and, aside for a few cobwebs, looked not too bad.   There was a gas generator, shelves, mattress, dried food-stuffs and water supply, basic things someone would need.   I climbed back up and reclosed the hatch, not sure yet if I’d use it as a ‘Bat-Cave’ or just ignore it all-together.

 

Like most guys, I had a nice variety of porn.   While watching a dvd that night of a girl getting raped, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had found earlier that day.   I mean, what stops most people from doing what I was watching..?   Fear of getting caught or arrested later.   How do you prevent that?   Have a place no one knows about that is virtually escape-proof.   The realtor never mentioned the bomb shelter so I’m guessing that they didn’t know.   It wasn’t uncommon for people with them to keep it a secret back then so that everyone in the neighborhood wasn’t wanting to use it should the need arise.   As for escape-proof, removing part of the metal ladder and replacing it with a rope-ladder would do the trick nicely.   It would mean a lot of work but …I was actually going to do it..!

 

I decided to sleep on it but woke-up even more determined than ever to do it.   I knew that the key to this, however, was to be smart about it.   So, I decided to myself that it would be at least 9 months (the start of next summer) before I attempted it.   I wasn’t about to risk jail because I’d been impulsive…that just isn’t in my engineer nature.

 

Now, I started to look at my porn collection more as research.   I looked at all I could on bondage, torture, forced lesbian sex, humiliation tactics, anything I could think of;   From websites and story boards sprang fountains of ideas.   I decided that my captives would be trained in three stages:   Bitch, Slut, and Whore.   Finally, I had a plan containing over 200 ways to train, mentally break, and sexually torture them for my delight and amusement.  

 

I began shopping for sex toys of all kinds.   Soon, I had various dildos, anal beads and plugs, a wide range of vibrators, restraints, chairs with big holes in the seats for placing objects through, ball gags, clothespins, ear plugs, blindfolds, etc.   I also bought several costumes (of which only one I’d actually speak in) to keep them unsure of how many people were their captors.   I also purchased several pairs of velvet gloves;   I once had a female friend who said that they felt like amazing on bare skin as her boyfriend caressed her.   I even bought a pair of male puppies to serve as guards and later more.   My best purchase, however, was a liquid climax cream product that claimed to be a female Viagra when applied to a woman’s clit capable of producing numerous orgasms.   We’d soon see…

 

I was also busy cleaning and setting the bomb shelter up.   After throwing down several bug-bombs, I started to arrange it for my needs.   I removed to food and broke apart the majority of shelves.   The hardest thing to deal with was the mattress.   I finally decided to prop it up against a wall in the portion that would be unused.   The gas generator was too big to move so it had been worked into my plans.   The water system would serve a purpose in time as well.   The ladder was altered and a lockable grate was placed across the opening up-top to prevent access.

 

I’d determined that I’d use the back half as my captive area.   I lined the walls with mirrors for humiliation effect and placed a portable wheeled shelf in the middle, creating two pockets.   This way, they wouldn’t know about each other at first and later could just be used as dividers to keep them separated.   It too was lined with mirrors on both sided with a balsa-wood mirrored wall&door completing the enclosure.   I also had a one-way mirror frame that could be slide in-place of the shelf.   This would allow one to observe the other’s plight while leaving the other to the misery of their reflection.   Finally, a combination of chains, ratchets, boards, and pulleys (thank you, engineering school) would allow me to hold my prey in their areas however I wanted.   It also could be made to force a 69 or the straddling of the other’s head if I saw fit. I was certain that I would eventually on both accounts.

 

Taking things a step further, I installed in each…room…a camera & closed circuit monitor that I could view either from the remainder of the shelter or through the link to the house.   The monitors could be made to show things from a dvd machine, either of the two rooms, or a combination using split screen.   I’d also accidentally stumbled across a website demo where you could type in something and the software would produce it as words in 6 different voices:   3 male and 3 female.   This seemed perfect to help further create doubt in my captives’ minds about just how many people were holding them.

 

Now, who and where…?   I decided pretty quickly that I didn’t want the girls to be local.   For that matter, I figured that even neighboring states might be a little risky since the State Police agencies probably would have decent working relationships.   No, they had to be from farther away so I settled on Missouri .   It was less than a days’ drive but would put plenty of distance between me and the girls’ home.   …Well, soon-to-be former home, that is…   As for the “who”, I knew figured to target two girls around 14-18yrs old.   I felt fairly confident in myself at 5’9” 170lbs but didn’t want to press my luck with someone who’d been exposed to college self-defense courses.   Also, I knew that while I wouldn’t pass-up on grabbing a Hispanic, my A1 target was an Asian girl.   I mean, seriously, what guy can possibly look at a cute little Asian schoolgirl and not want fuck her..?   The second girl would me more one of opportunity but I was determined to do it within 2 hours of my first abduction to lessen the chances of anyone noticing her gone.

 

Finally, 10 months after discovering the bomb shelter, my renovations were complete and I was ready to head to Missouri .   I took with me several sweatshirts for minor disguises, a ski mask, gloves, police scanner, handcuffs, gags, blindfolds, and chloroform.   When I finally arrived around on a Tuesday morning, I hid my car along the river to the west of the city.   I figured I’d acquire another vehicle and switch so if anyone happened to see a kidnapper drive off to the west, I’d actually be making my way back east in a different car.   Tuesday during the summer meant that kids where home but less chance of adults.   After checking the paper, I spent $500 on a used van.   The owner looked too stoned to remember me so I didn’t really worry but made sure to use a fake name and then switch plates with a similar van from a retirement home.   From there, I loaded everything that I needed and then started to drive around, avoiding the busy areas as they’d be too risky.

 

I finally got my first chance at when I saw a young Asian girl on a bicycle coming towards me.   She had long black hair, red shirt, and black shorts.   I had to drive passed and then turn around, my heart racing as I checked again for signs of coming cars.   Seeing none, I donned my ski mask and took a deep breath.   …The whole thing happened in only 15 seconds but felt like forever…   I cut the front of the van in- front of her bike.   Thud – Her tire hits my vehicle but by this time I’m already out the driver side door and racing around the vehicle, nervous as all hell.   She’s ok but in shock, first from what happened and then from seeing a masked figure.   Clap! – I place my left   hand behind her head and the chloroform-ragged right hand over her face.   Panic is setting in to both of us now but the drug causes her to go limb after what were actually mere moments but felt to me like an eternity.   As fast as I could, I opened to side van door and tossed her in, followed quickly by her Trek bicycle.   Around to the driver’s seat I go, my heart ready to explode from a strange mix of excitement and fear, and I’m off with my first prize…

 

After 5 minutes, went I’m sure that I’m not being followed nor having heard anything on the scanner, I pull into a vacant parking lot and secure my prey more thoroughly.   She appears rather pretty as she rests…   First, I apply the handcuffs with her arms behind her back.   Then, I apply the gag before finally adding the blindfold.   I also give her a longer dose of chloroform just to be on the safe side.

 

I changed my plate and sweatshirt and proceeded to look for Girl #2.   After nearly two hours, I was beginning to get desperate since no other “safe for me” opportunities had presented themselves yet.   I was almost ready to settle with one-now, one-later when what should my eyes spot but a blonde jogger rounding the corner.   She had shoulder-length hair and was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts with “CHEER!” across the butt.   I’d always thought that girls who wore words on their butts wanted people to notice.   Unfortunately for her, I had…

 

Unlike before, I decided to let her jog towards me;   Too much of a chance of her evading my van since she was on foot.   I drove slowly towards her and, at the last possible second, swerved out of my lane and nearly onto the very sidewalk she was jogging on.   As fast as I could, I jumped out of my seat and lunged at her.   She was startled   but I had surprise on my side.   Luckily.   She too tried to get away when the realization of what was happening hit her.   By then, however, the drug was taking effect and it was a matter of an few seconds before she was inside the van as well.   I drove west to the drive and my car’s hiding spot.   It was nearly by the time I switched them from the van to my trunk.   I applied one more chloroform dose each and then closed the lid.   I was also determined to lose the van, maybe for good, so I pushed it into the river.   That way, any evidence would be long destroyed if they ever happened to find it.   I’d actually done it…

 

Home Invasion (Chapter One)

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This is a work of fiction and copywritten, do not post anywhere else without the express written permission of the author.  This author does not condone the actions in this story and if my story offends you, then I suggest you read a fairy tale.  This is my first story for this site, so be kind.  More chapters to follow later if

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Home Invasion

Chapter One

(kinda long, but it sets everything up as a first chapter should)

 

“Honey it will only be for a few days” said my husband.  Everyone knows what goes on at conventions.  Who wouldn’t want few days from the wife and kids in exchange for sex with a stranger?  He hasn’t touched me in months. So what if I had put on a few pounds.  You try having 6 kids and not put on any weight.  The kids had already left for their grandparent’s summer house and now here he was informing me that he was leaving too.

 

When I first met Keith, I was in my late 20’s.  I was slightly overweight, shy, and had very low self esteem.  My looks at the time were non descriptive at best. Now I am 5’2 300 pounds and feel like an old frumpy housewife (probably because I am).  When I met Keith I only weighed about 140, but after 6 kids in 20 years, the weight just kept piling on.  Keith hasn’t touched me sexually in months.  Now he was telling me he was going to Bermuda for some convention, yeah right.  I know he has been sleeping with his secretary and it really doesn’t bother me.  He his a good husband and a great father, besides at this point in my life no one would want me anyway.  I played the dutiful wife and helped him packed and took him to the airport.  We did not talk much on the way there and barely kissed when he got out of the car, he wouldn’t even let me walk him to the gate.

 

Driving home it started to rain and the clouds in the distance looked ominous.  Oh great! I thought now I won’t even be able to work in my garden for a few days.  I got home just as a powerful storm was overhead and by the time I got from the driveway to the door I was soaking wet.  I went upstairs to take a hot shower and I slipped into my nightgown and got a TV dinner and popped it in the microwave.  I curled up in my nightgown, robe and slippers on the couch and turned on the local news.

 

“This just in, 4 convicts have escaped from city jail this evening.  The escape just happened about 30 minutes ago.  The four men are brothers and were in the process of being transferred to the penitentiary for consecutive life terms for the rape and murder of 10 women.  They are considered armed and dangerous, if anyone has any knowledge of these men please call local authorities.  The following is a list of their names and physical description”.

 

Beep Beep Beep went the microwave just as the physical descriptions were put on the air and I came back just as the announcer was advising all residents of Glendale to remain in their homes or at their place of business. 

 

 I walked over to the alarm panel and checked to make sure that the alarm was turned on.  I grabbed the latest novel I was reading and a glass of wine and sat down on the couch to watch TV and read while I ate my dinner.  Just as Letterman was finishing his top ten list, the lights went out.

 

“Oh that is just great!  Can’t I have just one day or night where nothing goes wrong?”

 

I stumbled into the kitchen and found some candles, flashlight and emergency matches and worked my way back to the living room.  The storm was intensifying outside and I must admit I was pretty scared with the lights out and the storm.  I have always been afraid of storms and was cursing the fact the Keith was leaving me to defend for myself during the storm of the century.  CRASH!  BANG! BOOM!  I rushed to the window just in time to see a tree land on top of our car and to see another tree uprooted and lying across our porch blocking the front door, a few more inches and it would have taken out the front of the house.  Just then the tornado warning went off and I quickly went into the hall closet and barricaded myself.  I located the weather radio that we keep in the closet and turned it on, they were reporting that a tornado was spotted about 4 miles northwest of my house and subdivision.  The noise was tremendous and I could have sworn that I heard voices, but I just figured it was my imagination.  The sirens eventually turned off and the weather radio was starting to issue the all clear and emergency numbers.

 

I opened the closet door and stepped out into the hallway, as I walked into the living I stopped in mid step as I saw four strangers wearing bright orange jumpsuits sitting in my living room.  I gasped and the men noticed me and two of them rushed up and quickly got my hands behind my back and held a gun to my head.

 

“YOU HERE ALONE, BITCH?’

 

I nodded my head yes and looked at the man lying on the couch, he was bleeding pretty badly from a cut on his arm and I looked at the crimson blood seeping into my white carpet.

 

“I can fix him, if you’ll let me.  I am a nurse”  The four men looked at each other for a minute and then got the okay from the guy that was tending to his hurt brother.  I was released and pushed roughly towards the man on the couch.  I looked at his wound and saw that it was deep but not life threatening.  I looked at the one that had given the okay for me to take care of his brother and said.  “I need some medical supplies I keep on hand, he needs stitches and I have a kit in the upstairs bathroom.”  He looked to what I thought was the youngest of the group and said “Joe, go get what she needs.”  I described to Joe what I needed and where to find it and also sent him to get some pain pills that I keep by the bed.  “I also need some towels from the kitchen, they are under the sink and red, I need to stop the bleeding.” “ Mike go find them”  “Sure thing Tom”  I looked at the man lying on the couch and said.  “I will be has gentle as I can, but I don’t have anything to numb the area so it is going to hurt.”  Don’t worry Bob, I will watch the bitch carefully, but I can’t have my little bro bleeding to death can I”

 

So while I carefully sewed up the cut in Bob’s arm, I was sizing up my situation.  I knew that if I kept calm, these guys probably wouldn’t hurt me, but I also knew that they were not going to go anywhere anytime soon, hell half the roads were probably closed and with all the emergency services out and about they wouldn’t risk getting spotted.  They were going to be here for awhile.  I finished putting the last stitch in Bob’s cut and wrapped it up so it would stay protected, I took out three pain pills and gave him what was left of my wine to take them with.

 

I looked at Tom and held up my bloody hands, “May I go wash my hands? I asked.  “Yeah go ahead, Joey go with her.  I went to sink in the kitchen and found that water was off, probably because of the storm.  I looked at Joey and said, I need some water from under the sink, is it ok if I get it?  He nodded his okay.  I finished cleaning up and we went back to the living room and Joey pushed my down onto the chair.  All four men were now looking at me and each had questions they wanted me to answer.  I figured I would tell them the truth, I mean we were going to spend a lot of time together over the next few hours if not days.

 

“Where is your husband?’

 

“He went out of town on a business trip.”

 

“Do you have an emergency generator?”

 

“Yes, it is on the back deck”

 

“Mike why don’t go see if you can get it running, but be careful, I cant afford to get caught or you get hurt right now.”  Sure thing Tom”

 

“Do you know who we are?”

 

“Well I assumed you are the escapees that I heard about on the news.”  I know that you are brothers and I know your names, but not what you were in for.”

 

While this question and answering session was going on, I noticed that Tom could not stop staring at my breasts.

 

‘What’s your name and how old are you?”

 

“Dianna, and I am 47”

 

“Well Dianna, Tom said.  Here is the deal, since you did such a good job of stitching up my brother, we won’t kill you.” 

 

Just then a deep voice from outside yelled, “HELLO IS EVERYONE OK IN THERE?”

 

For the briefest of moment no one moved, then Tom stood and motioned me to him, He grabbed me from behind and walked me to the door.  He stood behind it and pointed the gun at my head and whispered.  “Play it cool Dianna and no one will get hurt”

 

I opened the door a crack and saw a police officer wearing a bright orange vest.

 

“Is everything alright Ma’am”

 

“Yes Officer, I am fine, just waiting for the power to come back on.  Do you know how long it will be out?”

 

“There are numerous downed lines and it could be several days.  Are you alone Ma’am?”

 

“No my husband is out back working on getting the generator running?”

 

“You have blood on your gown Ma’am, are you sure everything is ok and no one is hurt?”

 

I looked down and saw that the front of my nightgown was covered in blood, I looked at the officer and for a moment I thought about telling him, but my hearing picked up the sound of the gun being cocked and I knew that this was not going to go well for anyone if I had told him the truth now.

 

“My husband, he cut his hand on some flying glass, but I stitched him, with my medical kit, as you can see by our car, taking him to the hospital was out of the question and I did not want the medical crews wasting time for a minor injury when they might be needed elsewhere.”

 

“I understand Ma’am” he said and handed me a flyer with the emergency numbers on it and another flyer about the escapees that were standing in my hallway.  “You and your husband be safe Ma’am, and I will check back if I can in a few hours.”

 

“Thank you officer, I am sure we will be fine.”  You be safe as well officer and have a good night” He said goodbye and I closed the door and took a deep breath.

 

Tom grabbed my arm and led me back into the living room and told me I had done a wonderful job.

 

He handed the gun to Mike and told him to go find them some clean dry clothes.  I explained that I had some sweat suits in the attic that might fit them at least in the pants.  I saw that Bob was sleeping peacefully and asked Tom if I could go check on him, he nodded his consent. 

 

Mike came down with clothes for the others and just as he was showing Tom what he found the lights came back on.  It seemed as if the whole house was suddenly in a spotlight.  “Joey go around the house and turn off the lights, leave the lamp by the couch on, but turn everything else on.  Avoid the windows, we can’t blow our cover right now and with Dianna convincing that cop that all was safe, we have at least 24 hours here to recover and come up with a plan.”

 

“Ok Tom, be right back” and off he went.

 

Tom sat down on the couch and motioned me over to him.

 

“If you do everything that we ask of you, I promise not to hurt you or kill you, and for your help and cooperation we will leave sometime tomorrow, BUT YOU MUST DO EVERYTHING WITHOUT HESITATION.  DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

I looked to the floor and nodded my head yes.

 

He ordered me to stand up and remove all my clothes, I was very shaky as I undid the belt on my robe and let if fall off my shoulders to the floor, I have to tell you that I was more than scared I was also excited, it is one of my fantasies to be told what to do and how to do and I must also admit that I was finding the situation a bit exciting.  I grabbed the hem of my gown and slowly lifted it up my body and over my head, except for my slippers I was standing totally naked.

 

“Damn look at those knockers, they are fucking huge”  What size bra do you wear Dianna?”

 

“48DDD” 

 

“Address us as sir or master from now on.  I will ask you again what size bra do you wear?”

 

“48DDD Sir”

 

“Nice huge fat nipples too, how did your nipples get so big Dianna?”

 

“I suppose from breastfeeding 6 children Sir.”

 

“Does your husband fuck your tits Dianna/”

 

“My husband rarely fucks anything with me anymore; he thinks I am too fat Sir”

 

“Turn around and bend over, I want to see that fat ass of yours, and spread your cheeks wide apart.”

 

I did as I was instructed.  I bent over as far as I could and reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide apart.  “Damn bro she looks tight.  I can’t wait to fuck that”

 

“If your husband does not fuck you anymore, how do you get off Dianna?”

 

“I….I….ummmm I….mas…..masturbate sir.”

 

“Show us” came the command.

 

“Wh…..Wh…..I”

 

I felt myself falling as I was kicked brutally in the ass and I fell hard onto the carpet, I could feel the rug burns on my breasts as I slide along the carpet and I hurt my wrist from trying to break my fall. 

 

“I told you before Slut, that you must do everything without hesitation now we have no choice but to be rough with you. 

 

 

I felt rather than saw rough hands pulling me roughly to my feet, I heard the table in the living room being cleared of debris.  It was Mike you spoke up next.

 

“Hey Tom, I saw an old sawhorse on the back deck, we could tie her to that and that would grant us more access.”

 

“Go get itand find some rope and duct tape while you’re at it.”

 

Tom grabbed my by the hair and pulled my hair back, “I was going to be gentle with you considering that you saved our necks, but I really hate it when women don’t do what men tell them to do.  Women are made for fucking and being men’s slaves and now you will be our save and our fucking slut.”  We are known for a sadistic nature and those women that we killed, they actually died from being raped over and over, some bleed to death, one woman suffocated to death when I ram my 14 inch cock so far down her throat she couldn’t breathe.  But we don’t care no more.”  We already have the death penalty hanging over our heads so what the fuck does hurting and raping one more slut going to matter.”

 

I was sobbing at this point, but part of me was so excited, my pussy was soaking wet and my nipples hard.  You see I was always going to websites that featured stories about gang rapes, and hardcore BDSM sites, it was like a fantasy come true, without the play acting that would normally be with someone pretending to rape me. 

 

“I will be your slave willingly Sir, to you and your brothers.  I will not hesitate again.”

 

Mike and Joe brought in the saw horse, and some rope, and a few odds and ends from the back porch.  My eyes went wide with fear when I saw the drill, and other tools my husband was using while building our new deck.

 

I was led to the sawhorse and pushed roughly against it, my head was pushed forward and I was bent in half at the waist.  Each leg and arm was tied to the saw horse. Joey had gotten some clothes pins from the line and was busy attaching them to various parts of my body.  He pulled at twisted on each nipple until he felt they were hard enough and long enough to attach the clothes pins.  He also attached 5 clothespins to each cunt lip.

 

The three brothers then lined up in front of me stark naked and they were rubbing their cocks.  Out of the three Joey had the smallest but then I found out later he was only 16, but since he was on the ones responsible for a death they tried him as an adult.  Still being the youngest, his cock was a good 9 inches.  Mike was the next youngest, and he had a body like a god, he was lean and built, with six-pack abs and tattoos covered just about every inch of his body, he had a good size cock too and it was at least 12 inches.  I could not take my eyes off Tom’s cock though, it was the biggest I had ever seen, either in real life or online, it looked massive and it still half soft, he had a bit of a beer belly, but clearly he could have weighed 600 pounds and still have any girl or guy he wanted with that monster between his legs.

 

I saw Tom motion to Joey and he stood in front of me.  Tom explained that Joey was still a Momma’s boy and that he really hated his mom, but he loved his women to pretend they were his mom, so he was going to call me MOM from here on out and that I was to call him Son.

 

“That’s right mom, you love your son don’t you?”

 

“Yes Son, mommy loves her little boy”

 

“Open wide Mommy”

 

I opened my mouth and felt Joey slide his cock deep into my mouth, I wrapped my lips around is shaft and made love to his cock, while in my mind I was imagining that it was my son David,  (another fantasy of mine).

 

I ran my tongue up and down the shaft as Joey, pulled and pinched at my breasts and nipples.   His fingers entwined in my hair pulling my face deeper onto his cock.

 

I felt rough hands massaging my ass, grabbing huge chunks of flesh and twisting.  SMACK came the hand down on my ass and I screamed onto Joey’s cock which only made him fuck me faster and harder

 

 

“That’s it Mommy suck my cock, take it deep bitch.”

 

I could feel his balls bouncing against my chin; my breasts were bouncing and rubbing against the wood of the sawhorse.  Joey grabbed my ears and started fucking my face harder and faster.  I hadn’t deep throated anyone in a very long time so for a few moments I gagged and fought for breath, I willed myself to calm down and eventually I was able to take the pounding in my throat that Joey was giving me.  I felt fingers rubbing up and down my slit, which was wet and juicy and heard Mike say, “God this slut is so wet, looks like she likes it rough.”

 

He put three fingers into my fat wet cunt and began to fuck me as fast as Joey was and it was not long before I felt the first shot of cum hit my throat and Joey driving his cock full force into my throat as he shot load after load of cum into my mouth.  Just as Joey was about to pull out I felt my own orgasm seeking release and I came all over Mike’s hand.

 

Joey pulled out and my mouth was quickly filled with Tom’s massive cock.  At first he was kind and gentle, letting me get used to the size.  I thought in the back of my mind that I would surely be like the woman who suffocated and die with his horse cock embedded in my throat.  I was sucking and licking the head of his cock, tasting the precum, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft in long slow strokes, I heard him moan and a moan escaped my lips as I felt a tongue licking at my clit and another licking my tiny and tight asshole.  I was grateful for having been tied to the sawhorse for I think had I not I would have fainted from the excitement that was building in me.  I knew that I was going to fucked long and hard both in my mouth and in my ass.  I only wish that my hands were free so I could play with Tom’s ass as he fucked my mouth.

 

“Mom’s cunt sure tastes sweet.  Nice juicy fat cunt lips and a big clit all for her little boy to suck on.”

 

“I am going to love to ream my cock in this ass, it is so tight, I bet it has not been fucked in ages.”

 

Tom pulled out and said.  “Tell us slut what you want”

 

“I want to be fucked sir.”

 

Tom slapped my face hard.  “Say it like you mean it slut.”

 

“I WANT TO BE FUCKED LIKE A SLUT NEEDS TO BE FUCKED SIRS, RAM YOUR COCKS IN ME HARD AND FAST, MAKE THIS SLUT BLEED SIRS”

 

I opened my mouth and Tom stuffed it full with his massive cock and at the same time I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and without warning or lube of any kind Mike slammed his cock into my tight, fat ass, and Joey shoved his fist into my cunt.  I had all three holes filled with cocks and fingers.  The brothers seemed to have a rhythm that they seemed to have mastered with the rapes thus far.   Mike would pull all the way out and then slam it back in, each time forcing more and more of Tom’s cock into my throat, soon I had all but a few inches deep into my throat.  Joey was fisting my fat cunt and sucking hard on my clit, I even felt him bite it more than once.

 

Faster and faster the three boys fucked, I could feel juices running down my legs and knew some of it had to be blood from my ass.  Mike grabbed my hair and pulled my head back which made it easier for Tom to drive his cock deeper and deeper, Tom pulled and twisted my nipples and there was so much pain that if I had not had my mouth full I would have screamed, my ass was sore, my jaws were aching from the huge cock in my mouth and my clit was beyond anything I could have imagined, but still the boys pounded away at my holes. Faster, faster, faster they went.

 

Calling me slut and bitch and whore, I urged them on as much as I could with moans and thrusting back onto Mike.  Joey then did something I had only read about.  He had all five fingers in my cunt and he was “milking my G” I was cumming every couple of seconds, every time he would squeeze I could feel my cunt contracting and another orgasm would rack my body.  Mike was so close, he was telling me he was going to fill my slut ass with his hot load and Tom was fucking me so hard, I thought his cock would come out the back of my head, just when I felt unable to continue much longer, I felt the first shot of cum hit my ass deep, and Tom pulled out and started shooting his load all over my tits and face. The first shot hit my open mouth and then my cheek, but rest he used to cover my tits.  Every inch of me was on fire, my nipples burned from all the twisting, and my ass was raw, and my cunt could have started a fire because there was so much heat from it.  I licked clean the men’s cocks and was given a sip of water.  I informed my masters that I needed to go pee and I was cut loose to clean up and go to the bathroom, under the watchful eye of Joey.  I check on Bob, took his pulse and made sure he was breathing normal and then I was led back to the sawhorse to be tied up for the night.  It was agreed that Mike would take the first watch.  While the others slept.  I however got no rest, as I had to do something most of the night to keep Mike awake.

 

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Every thursday night for 5 years I have been comming to the same singles dance.The same faces, the same tables, the same music ,played the same d.j. How boring .Why do I come? Is it realy better than being alone. Who knows.

As I come into the room I look around the room I think where to sit.Many of these women that I was so excited about sitting with in hopes to fuck ,now I would even buy them a cup of coffee. How depressing.

The music starts Men are at a premium so as long as I am here I might as well dance.The women make small talk, I rub up and down on there tits, they don't mind.I don't seem to get the same feeling I once did.

I am 52 most of the women are my age or older.Some I have fucked were pretty good.I have even got a few blowjobs in the parking lot af

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ter the dance. The one girl I realy liked was 47 and divorced she could suck your cock and make you scream'' uncle.'' She married one of the club owners ,so I guess he gets to cry uncle anytime he wants.

At 9:30 the band takes a break.I look over at the door and a new man walks in.He is tall with broad shoulders and a bright smile.I am sure the women are going to eat him alive. Before he finds a table 3 women are at him,sit with me ,no me .It brings back memories of when I started here. I think there is plenty of pussy here for every man if he wants it.

At 10:30 another break .I have had 2 beers an need one.As I stand at the urinal the stranger comes in and stands beside me " some night bla,bla,bla. " he offers. I glance over at his cock the thing is huge by any standard,he shakes it and puts it away. I laugh to my self, some lady here is going to get the suprise of her life. I am thinking I hope its Annie the night I fucked her she keep saying " shove it in all the way,fill my cunt,fuck me hard." The night moved on without any thing special happening.I didn't win the door prize of a big 10.00 dollars or a free ticket to next weeks dance. I always say if you win the free dance ticket you have to come back.

As closing time came near I stood talking with some friends by the door to the parking lot.The women all passed by us a couple of guys said they would go for coffee I said " not me ."There here three of us left when the stranger came up he was just finishing his beer. We all walked out to the parking lot together.Two of the men were riding together so they got in the car and left. The stranger said" my name is Roy" and stuck out his hand,I shook it. He said " how about one more beer."I said " ok." He brought the beer to my car and we got in. Right away he slid the seat back I have got to be comfortable.I was looking out the front window as I drank my beer.He was wiggle around in the seat when I looked over he had his cock out rubbing it. He was pointing it at me.I guess I was staring at it,it was so big and hard.

Next seems to have happend like in one motion,he but his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to his crotch his prick hit me in the mouth and my mouth opened for it .He said "suck "and I did .I have never done this before.What was comming over me.He pushed more of his cock into my mouth.He took my hand and placed it on the shaft.My own cock had never felt this hard. His hand on the top of my head was bobbing me up and down. I felt his hand relax but I didn't stop bobbing or sucking this monster cock that was in my mouth. Was I enjoying this, I don't realy know.All I know is that I wanted him to cum.My mouth was spread so wide my jaws began to hurt,but I wasn't going to stop.I started to get excited when I heard him moan" oh this feels so good ."I started to rub it faster as it hit the back of my throat. Next was what I was waiting for he said it a groan " I'm cumming suck my juice, suck it ,all of it.'' I did as I was ordered and just keep sucking when he came I chocked,gaged and swallowed all at the same time.There was so much cum flowing out of this monster prick it was running out of my mouth and down the shaft as he pumped it into me.After what seem like an forever his prick started to go soft in my mouth. I released it and licked the shaft and then the head one more time. It was like I didn't want him to stop,I was under his control and would have sucked him all night. He put his prick away and kissed me good night. As he left I thought what have I done,will I ever be able to come back here on thursday nights? What do you think????

The Queen Bitch

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Hi my name is Amy I'm 13 years old, blonde, 5ft 1 tall, slim, my breasts are 32A as they have just started to swell and I am still a virgin. This is the true story of how I went from being a caring, respectable well behaved child who was doing well at school and everybody liked to someone who became nasty to nearly everyone, a bully and lost all discipline at school.


My life changed when at school, there is a girl in my class her name is Debbie, like me she is 13 years old, slim but has strawberry blonde hair, but unlike me she is nasty always picking on other pupils, starting fights. Sometimes she st

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arts a fight for no reason then gets her so called boyfriend Jake to finish it for her. Everyone who hates her (including me at this time) calls her the Queen bitch.


It was during a maths class that my life changed. I was sitting at the back of the class reading my text book and I could hear Debbie talking to one of her friends, the teacher asked me what the value of Z was in an equation we were trying to work out, when I replied “I don't know” I heard Debbie call me a dumb blonde. Through out the class I could hear Debbie saying to her friend things like that stupid stuck up bitch probably does not know what 2+2 is or stuck up cow thing like that. It was when I heard her call my mum a whore that I lost it.


I stormed up to her and said to her “if you have got anything to say about my mum, say it to my face” all she said was “fuck off dim wit”. I was boiling mad by then so I slapped her hard around the face and said to her “you cheap fucking bitch your just a fucking slag”. Luckily for me the teacher split us up before it got even more nasty because the look in Debbie's eye told me she was about to snap big time.


After that I felt good that I stood up to Debbie. I had no idea that she planned revenge that would change the course of my life.


On the way home after school that day Debbie meet up with two of her male friends Jake who's 13 and has been Debbie's boyfriend for 3 years and Darren who's 14, both of them were the same as her in the fact they lacked respect and discipline,

“Hi Debs, what's this fight you had with Amy, we heard it got nasty” asked Jake, “Yeah it did, the stupid cow called me a slag” “did she” said Darren

“Yeah and I have a plan to teach her what a real slag is and I want you two to help me”

“what's that then” asked Jake.

“We are going to teach her a lesson she won't forget, we are going to rape Amy and fuck her good and proper, I think she's still a Virgin you know.”

“Holly Mother” was all Darren could say whilst Jake just said “when”

“Tomorrow on the way home from school, she always goes through the woods on the way home, we can get her by the old mill and drag her inside, no one will see or hear”

“It's a bit risky” said Darren

“it will be all right” replied Debbie “I'll make sure she won't tell anybody”

“OK Debs, we'll do it, it'll be fun but what's it worth” asked Jake

“the usual payment, what you have been getting from me since my tenth birthday when we started going out” replied Debbie

And with that she dropped to her knees in front of Jake and unzipped his trousers, freed his dick and proceeded to give him a blow job till he shot his load into her mouth, she then proceeded to do the same with Darren.

When she had finished she said to the two boys “right that's a deal then, if it goes to plan you might get a different reward tomorrow, see you at school tomorrow”


The next day at school Debbie, Jake and Darren met up at lunch time “we still on for tonight” asked Jake

“Dam right we are, the fucking cow will regret calling me a slag” said Debbie. They agreed as soon as the final bell for home time sounded they will run to the old mill to prepare the scene.


At 3.15 the bell sounded and the three of them meet up and sprinted off into the wood, when they arrived at the old mill 15 minutes later they checked it was deserted which it was then they lit a few candles and laid out an old mattress on the floor. Debbie waited at the old mill whilst Jake and Darren went to the old bridle path and hid behind some tall bushes to wait for Amy........


I left school the following day after my bust up with Debbie still felling proud about it, Debbie had avoided me all day, just giving me the evil eye at times, I am glad it's home time now. I was taking my usual route home through the woods, as I was passing the creepy old mill I felt someone sneak up behind me but before I had a chance to react someone grabbed hold of me from behind, clamping a hand over my mouth and said into my ear “don't scream and do as your told bitch” this person then started to drag me toward the mill, I then saw a second person, oh my god it was Jake


When they had got me into the mill the person who had hold of me said “Are you going to be a good little girl, do as your told and not scream if you are then I'll let go” all I could do was nod “good” then the person holding me let go and I could see it was Darren, Jakes best friend.

“we have a surprise for you” said Jake and with that in walked Debbie

“Fucking hell, O shit I am sorry Debbie please don't hurt me” was all I could think of to say

“You grovelling little bitch, it's to late for apologies you called me a slag yesterday well I have got news for you, we are going to show you what a real slag is”


I saw Debbie nod towards Darren and before it registered with me  what she meant Darren had pushed me down onto a dirty looking mattress. Jake was pinning my shoulders down so I could hardly move.


Darren was then pushing my school skirt up and was was ripping my white knickers off. It was then that I realised they intended to rape me.

“NOOOO don't, stop it please” I screamed and tried to kick away but couldn't move as Jakes grip was to tight.

I could feel Darren stroking my almost bald pussy pushing his fingers inside. I heard him saying “she got no pussy hair I like it”. “No don't please stop it, I am sorry Debbie, please stop this”

“tough luck bitch get with it” was all she said.


Darren had now stripped his trousers and boxer shorts off and was now lifting my legs up, I still had my ankle socks and trainers on. I struggled trying to get free but his grip was to strong. He placed my ankles on his shoulders. He was now rubbing his cock along my pussy slit and I know it was going to happen soon and it did. Darren started to push his cock into me “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I cried in pain “please stop your hurting me” but he carried on pushing into me “shut up bitch and take it” Debbie said.

Darren said to Debbie “fucking hell Debs I think you were right she must be a virgin she's bloody tight down here”


After about 5 minutes of Darren fucking me I felt him come inside me which worried me as having just started my periods and was due for one I know I could get pregnant. I could now see Jake had stripped of his trousers and boxers too and I knew he was next to fuck me. Like Darren he spread my legs and rubbed his cock along my pussy slit before starting to fuck me.


While Jake was fucking me Debbie had taken a jar of hand cream from her school bag and I could now see she was dipping her fingers in it, now what I thought but I soon had the answer.


Debbie, having lubed her fingers with the hand cream was now probing my bum hole “NOOO not that please I'll do anything else but not that NOOO” Darren had clamped his hand back over my mouth to muffle my screams whilst Debbie started to slide her fingers into my bum, the pain was excruciating and there was nothing I could do. Luckily it did not last long as soon as Jake had come inside me to, Debbie had removed her fingers from my bum. I was crying by now.


“what,s the matter bitch, not enjoying it, well tough we are” said Debbie

“Jake darling spread Amy's legs for me” “OK debs”

I felt Jake take my ankles and spread my legs, Debbie had knelt beside me and was saying to me “you know Amy it not only boys who can have fun with girls you know”

I could see that she had coated her fingers in hand cream again and I thought she was going to finger my bum again but I was wrong, this time she pushed a finger into my pussy and I was thinking this is all wrong, girls should not be doing this to other girls but Debbie was. “No Debbie please don't this is wrong please” in response she pushed another finger into me then another then another. Finally she was pushing her whole hand into my pussy she was fisting me. I was in pain I was trying to get away but the two boys were to strong. After a few minutes she pulled her hand out with a plop.


“OK boys your turn again” she said and I realised that I was go to be fucked again, which I was and for the next 10 minutes both Darren and Jake had fucked me again.

When they had finished Debbie stood up by my head so I was looking up at her

“Jake hold down her legs”

I was looking up at Debbie when she lifted her school skirt and pulled down and removed her white knickers, what she did in the next 10 minuted I'll never forget or thought anyone could do.

Debbie knelt down over my face so that her pussy was inches away and for the first time in my life I was looking at another pussy.

“right you fucking little whore, eat my pussy, lick me out” she demanded of me.

I was to shocked to act at first which was a mistake because Debbie punched me in the stomach “ARRR stop it” I said “If you want me to stop it then suck it bitch or I'll hit you harder next time. I had no choice so slowly I started to lick at Debbie's pussy “that's it bitch, push your tongue in” I started to push my tongue into her and run it along her slit between the lips and in a few minutes I could taste her pussy juice, I carried on like this for 5 minutes until she had an orgasm “that was fucking good you little whore” she said.


When she had recovered from her orgasm still kneeling over my face she demanded me to open my mouth fully or I'll get hurt, so reluctantly I opened my mouth, now what I thought. In a few second Debbie started to piss into my mouth which I immediately closed, big mistake as Jake punched me hard in the stomach so I opened my mouth, it was no use trying to get away as I was held tight so I just lay there as Debbie pissed onto my face and into my mouth I swallowed it tasting Debbie's bitter piss. I thought I was going to throw up.


This is so wrong, I felt humiliated. I had heard of rape but never imagined it was like this. I never thought other people could be so vile to others but how wrong I was. I was hurting all over and no matter how much I screamed it did no good only made matters worse. I just let therm carry on thinking what next.


I was still laying on the floor when Debbie said to Darren “Hold her still and make sure the little bitch does not move”. Debbie then laid on the floor next to me pulling up her school skirt and saying to Jake “Now for your reward for being a good boy, fuck me, I can't give you my virginity as I gave that to my brother on my ninth birthday” and with out any hesitation Jake stripped of his trousers and started to fuck Debbie next to me whilst I was forced to watch by Darren.

After a few minutes Jake and Darren swapped places and when Darren had finished fucking Debbie she turned to Jake who was holding me down and said “I couldn't give you my pussy virginity but I am still an anal virgin if your interested” then she knelt on the floor with her bum in the air. Jake knelt behind Debbie and started to lube her bum hole with the hand cream then in full view of me he started to slid his cock into her bum.

“Mm mm that feels good Jake, oh Darren so you don't feel left out I am sure Amy is an anal virgin too, do any thing you have too to make her obey”


What Debbie just said hit me like a bolt of lightning, she intended to let Darren fuck me up the bum, I couldn't let him it will hurt like hell.

“No Debbie don't let him please no not that please let me go I've done enough already, please not that”

But despite my please Debbie ignored me and Darren ordered me to knell and I refused which resulted in a swift kick in the stomach

“Ahhh stop it, stop it, stop it”

“Knell bitch” Darren ordered again

“No I won't, I won't let you do that to me”

Another kick followed “KNELL NOW or it gets harder”

I had no choice so reluctantly I knelt in front of Darren who promptly knelt behind me flipping my school skirt up over my back.

“Now be a good girl and I ll try not to make it hurt”

I then felt Darren slide two well lubed fingers into my bum and I knew what was going to follow, when he had removed his fingers I felt the end of his cock against my bum hole then he pushed hard into my bum.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO, STOP IT GET OF ME YOU KILLING ME GET OF STOP PLEASE NOOOOO”

Darren did stop but only for a few seconds whilst he picked up Debbie's knickers and shoved them into my mouth to gag me. Then he resumed fucking my bum, I felt like I was on fire down there.

“that's better he said, peace and quite now”

He fucked my bum for at least five minutes until I felt him shoot his cum up my bum, when Darren stood up I thought that was it but I was wrong for I felt Jake knell behind me then shove his cock up my bum, so with both Debbie and Darren holding me down Jake fucked my bum too and I could do nothing but cry and endure the pain. At last Jake had shot his load too.


Debbie knelt on the floor next to me and said “Amy darling using you mouth I want you to clean Darrens cock”

I had giving up to protesting as it only resulted in being hurt so I just said

“I don't know how I've never done that before”

“Don't worry you will soon learn, Just watch me, Jake come here, Darren stand in front of Amy”

Jake stood in front of Debbie who opened her mouth and started to suck Jakes cock, whilst he thrust back and forward”

“Right Amy do the same to Darren, it's just like sucking a lollipop”

Slowly I took hold of Darrens cock and took the tip between my lips, Darren had placed his hands on the back of my head and then thrust his cock forward so now I had his full length in my mouth. Slowly I started to suck on it like I would a lollipop. It tasted bitter and salty and I wanted to throw up but I kept sucking and Darren kept thrusting forward and in a few moment he filled my mouth with his come which I was ordered to swallow so I did.

I had to repeat the process with Jake, whilst I was sucking Jakes cock Debbie ordered me to spread my legs which I did, she then laid on the floor with her head between my knees and thighs so I was keeling over her head then she started to lick and tongue my pussy which caused Jake to come in my mouth. Debbie licking me down there made me feel good which was wrong as I was being forced into this but it did feel good and I am ashamed to admit in a few minutes I had my first orgasm much to the delight of Debbie. As Debbie stood up she grabbed me around the arm pulling me up to, she then grabbed hold of my chin and said

“Now you know what a real slag is, YOU you are a slag and a whore, if you tell ANYONE and I mean anyone something nasty WILL happen to your family do you understand”

I just nodded

“Good”

With that Debbie, Jake and Darren walked out and left me in the mill crying, sore but also slightly happy. For some reason I hated what Jake and Darren did to me but I enjoyed what Debbie did.


I never did tell anyone but that's another story



Old Man's Lust For 14 Year Old Pussy

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1. COLONEL’S LUST FOR MY 14 YEAR OLD PUSSY

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I was only fourteen when it happened. With tears running down my face I stare at the ceiling of the SUV that I’m laying in with the frenzied old man on top of me. He’s a big man and heavy as well. I can feel the rough white and rather ample hair on his wide chest slide against my smooth upper body. We are completely naked now. Our bodies are drenched in sweat, it seems like both of us have just stepped out of the shower. It’s hard to believe that it’s cold outside. Our feverish bodies and our warm breaths have turned the car into an oven.

His face is buried in my neck. He kisses it frantically and bites occasionally. I can hear his muffled moans and can feel his hot breath on me. I see his shiny bald head, my lips brush against it each time he enters me. I can taste his sweat now, it’s very salty. I relish it. Although I do shamefully enjoy this man stretching my pussy unbearably wide with his hard determined cock, I find my self in a state of shock and disbelief.

Just a few hours ago I would never have imagined myself do anything of the sort. I had a boyfriend, he loved me and I loved him. And now here I was at four in the morning at the back of a black SUV with the nails of one hand buried in his father’s back and the nails of the other in his flabby ass cheek. My knees are on either side of his shoulders, so far up that they occasionally brush against the stained blanket I’m laying on.

I can see my ripped red skirt splayed recklessly near the base of the front seat, my ripped bra is on the dash board and my torn panties are no where in sight. His clothes are scattered everywhere. The car smells of his imposing cologne, my rosy perfume, and our sweat.Â

I can feel the cold window with my toes. It has begun to rain quite heavily. I turn my head and try to look out the steamy window, but all I see is the moisture our breaths have fashioned. My foot slides against the window, clearing the vapor. I see the rain fall clearly. His thrusts are slow, but very consistent and hard. He slides almost all the way out of me till just his tip is in me, he then rams it deep inside with a vicious thrust, each time making my whole body jerk violently and making me gasp out loud. He was hurting me, but I wanted him to.

Nobody can hear us. The car is parked in a secluded area deep in the woods and it’s pitch black outside. All I can hear is the sound of rain tapping on the roof of the car outside, heavy and erratic breathing both his and mine, his careless lust filled boisterous moans, my painful shrieking and a smacking sound each time he aggressively jerks into my dripping pussy, his upper thighs bruising my ass making it red. He’s hurting me but I let him and want him to. I wipe my tears and beg the Colonel to fuck me deeper and harder! He tightens his grip on my tits, moans lustfully and does just that. I close my eyes and think of Kevin…… Â

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My name is Sara Masterson. The following is an incident about how I began fucking my boyfriend’s dad about three years back, it’s about how I became his mistress. I was only fourteen; he was fifty four when he pounded the living day lights out of me in the SUV that night. I suppose it would be immodest to describe myself as beautiful, but I’ve been called that so often that I guess it must be true. (Plus: My previous boyfriend Kevin would sometimes fuck me five times in a single day, that’s excluding the blowjobs I’d give him in his car!) So I knew I had a body that men desired. I’m a white girl, 5 foot 6 inches tall, I have light brown hair, have nice cone shaped tits and long smooth legs. I have a spotless slim body with a round full ass. I’ve been told countless times that I have very beautiful hands and feet. Colonel Gardner is especially adept at showing his appreciation for them.

I belong to a poverty stricken family. My father died when I was seven which left my mother and me to fend for our selves. She worked day and night to earn enough money to send me to school. I worked part time after school in a grocery store. We made barely enough to make the rent every month. My mother was forty five years old, but she looked like a woman of sixty. The only thing that was good in my life was Kevin. I had known him for five years but we had started going out when I was 13 years old. We first had sex six months after that. Â

    Although a lot of guys asked me out I only wanted to be Kevin’s girl. At 17, He is almost a six footer, with a nice wide physique. He has thick wavy black hair and beautiful blue eyes. I fell for him the moment I saw him. Kevin was my first and I was his first, this made us closer somehow. We had sex regularly from then on. He was very gentle and sweet in bed, quite unlike his father who was like a bull on heat, but I’ll get to that in a moment.

Kevin would kiss me all over my body, enter me smoothly and plant kisses on my face till it was time for him to cum. Before cuming he always asked me “Where do you want it?” and my answer would always be the same, “in my mouth.” I’d always swallow and did it very willingly because I truly loved him. On my fourteenth birthday, he gave me his grandmother’s ring which was quite special because he had been very close to her especially right before she passed.

We did however fight quite intensely at times, Mostly over him flirting with other girls. He’d then accuse me of getting back at him when guys would flirt with me. I took no active part in anything of the sort. It’s hard to believe now but it was a misunderstanding such as this that resulted in me ending up in the SUV with his father.

Kevin and I were at a party thrown by a guy named Steven. He was a tall blond guy who owned a Ferrari which made him quite popular with the girls. As I sat by myself waiting for Kevin to return with a drink Steven asked me to dance with him. He is a good friend of Kevin’s, in fact they were neighbors when they were very young as both their fathers were in the army. “Come on! It’s just a dance, Kev wont mind, I’m like his brother.” He said. I consented.

I soon regretted this decision as his hands began to roam my body as soon as we hit the dance floor. I hadn’t realized that he was drunk. He then moved closer, grabbed my ass tightly, squeezed hard and whispered, “Come on baby, let’s go find a room, kev told me what a tight pussy you have. He’ll never know!” and with that he kissed me on my lips. His tongue only for a second forcing itself in my mouth. I was in a state of shock. My first instinct was to break away and look around to see if Kevin had seen what had just happened, to my horror, he was standing high on the staircase looking right at me.

I pushed Steven away and left the dance floor to explain to my boyfriend what had just happened. Kevin wouldn’t even look at me, All he said was, “I never imagined you to be such a fucking whore!” I pleaded and explained, but it was too late. He wouldn’t hear a word and left the party. I cried all the way home. A week went by and he continued to disregard my calls.

Luckily Kevin’s cousin was getting married and his mother had specifically called to invite me to the engagement party. She sounded slightly strange on the phone, a little awkward. This at the time made sense considering Kevin and I were “on a break.” I happily accepted the invitation. On the day of the wedding I wore the only best clothes I had. A shirt combined with a long pleated skirt. I really made my self up. I wanted him to melt when he first saw me.

I arrived late. All my friends were there, drinking and dancing. I searched for Kevin but couldn’t see him. The place was packed. As I made my way through the crowd I bumped into Tanya, Kevin’s cousin. She told me Kevin was upstairs in his room then she chuckled. I wondered why she was acting like an idiot. I climbed the staircase and went down the corridor to Kevin’s room. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it and saw Kevin and Jessica sitting on the bed. Jessica was a junior and at 14 was a total slut. Rumor in the school was that she gave great head, which is why I was extremely irritated with her being there. “Kevin can I speak to you alone?” I said.

“What ever you have to say, say it in front of my new girlfriend.” He said sounding dead serious.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Why would I kid about such a thing?” He said, “You decided to get it on with Steve and now I intend having a bit of fun my self.”

“I didn’t ‘get it on’ with anyone.” I said.

“That’s not what Steve told me.”

“He’s full of shit.”

“I saw what I saw. Now its time for you to see.” He said. He then unzipped his trousers pulled them down, grabbed Jessica’s hair from behind her head and pushed her face to his crotch. She, quite willingly took his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it.  I couldn’t believe my eyes. It all happened so fast, it took about three seconds for me to register what he had just done. Her head was now eagerly bobbing up and down now. I ran out of the room traumatized. I tried my best to hold back tears, but half way down the corridor broke down. I wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible. I managed to avoid the crowd till I reached the outside gate, it was then that I realized that I had no way of getting home. I had sincerely hoped that I would have patched things up with Kevin by the end of the night. As I began walking towards the road the without a plan, only knowing that I just wanted to get out of there, I heard a voice call out to me from behind.

“Sara!” Said Kevin’s father, the Colonel. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I want to go home!” I said with a face drenched with tears.

“What’s the matter?” He said with a concerned voice.

“Nothing, I just want to go home.” I cried.

“Okay.” He said, “I’ll arrange it.” Colonel Gardner was a highly decorated and highly respected man. Kevin and his father weren’t very close, he always described his father as being emotionally detached and too hell bent on imposing a disciplined lifestyle in the household. I had no cause to complain, for he had always been very pleasant with me and always complimented me on my dressing and how I looked. The Colonel was a much bigger version of Kevin. He was bald with white hair on the side and back. He was a wide and tall man who looked quite imposing when he wore his dark green uniform. The only physical attribute that was extraordinarily similar were their eyes. The same slanting shape and the deep blue color as well.

    “Tell the driver to get the car.” Said the Colonel to a servant. “I’ll drop her myself.”

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We got into the Black SUV and headed home. It was a 45 minute drive to my place. For the first 10 minutes none of us spoke. I wanted to break down and cry, I wanted to weep till my eyes were dry. I bit my lip and held back my tears. I didn’t want to cry in front of this man.

    “I apologize for my idiot son.” He said. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.

    “You deserve someone better.” He said, “Someone with a fucking brain.” I let out a half hearted chuckle.

    “I know.” I said.

    “You’re a stunner. You can get anyone you want. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don’t waste it on my stupid son.” He was the first person I met that evening who was sympathetic. I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to be left alone. That going home to my empty room in the middle of the night would be even more heart breaking. I couldn’t restrain my tears any longer and covered my face with my hands and began bawling.  Â

    My father had died when I was very young, Kevin was the only male figure I had depended on, and now he was gone. I felt so alone. The Colonel pulled up the car on the side of the road.

“Shhhhhh its alright sweet heart. It’ll be fine.” He said and placed his hand on my knee. His hand felt warm. I placed my hand on his.

“I loved him so much!” I sobbed, “I don’t have anyone.”

“You have me.” He said. “I’m not going anywhere.” The comment caught me a little off guard. I barely knew this man. But this statement meant so much to me. At that moment I couldn’t depend on any one. My friends were all fakes and my boyfriend had fucked me over.

The realization of these truths and the moment of sheer helplessness made me put my arm around him. He had big sturdy shoulders, ones I knew would keep me safe. I knew he was a little taken a back by this gesture, for he didn’t move or say anything for about five seconds.

Thinking I had crossed the line, I proceeded to remove my arm from around his shoulder. But just as I had started to, He moved me closer and embraced me fully. This was most unexpected, but I relished the moment. I held him tight by putting both my arms around his thick neck.

I wanted to remain like that for the rest of the night. I didn’t want to be alone. I felt his big hands on the back of my shoulders. I could hear him breathing a little heavier now. I felt he was taking in my perfume. His head kept moving closer to my neck till it was gently buried in it.  His cologne was over bearing, but I loved it. We held each other for about a minute, then he loosened his tight grip around me. We looked into each others eyes. Our face was inches away from each other.

“Your eyes!” I said.

“What about them?”

“They’re exactly like Kevin’s.”

“Too bad he doesn’t know how to keep his women happy.”

“And you do?” I said. It was the first flirtatious remark I had made to him.

“You want to know how?” He said. I had stopped crying now. I was distracted by the man in front of me. I had always looked at him with utmost respect. But suddenly, I began to wonder what his penis looked like, what he looked like naked, what he was like in bed.

“Yes.” I said softly and nervously, not knowing what he’d do or say next. He hesitated for just a second, looked into my eyes and moved his face closer to mine. My mouth instinctively opened. Within a millisecond his tongue was in my mouth. I began sucking on it keenly. I tasted vodka. I wasn’t surprised. He held my face with his large hands, holding it in place and began kissing it feverishly. I was amazed at the mere thought that someone as important and esteemed as Colonel Gardner wanted to kiss me so badly. My hand impulsively crept up to his inner thigh till it gently lay on his crotch. He began kissing me harder. His tongue had licked all the inside of my mouth by now. He then broke away form kissing my lips and gently kissed my nose, then my eyes, then my forehead. I found this really sweet.

He sat back on the driver seat. Both of us breathed heavily. The moment turned a bit awkward for me when I realized that my hand was still on his crotch. He looked at me and smiled, then placed his hand on mine and squeezed firmly, clearly signaling that he wanted it there. “You’re very beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you.” I said softly.

“A guy has to be crazy not to like you. You’re gorgeous.” He said huskily. I knew he wasn’t going to drop me home any time soon when I heard his next words. “Honey…take your shirt off for me.” My hand on his crotch paused. I looked at this man’s eyes and realized that I was unable to say no.

“Okay.” I said in a barely audible voice. I began unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. He watched admiringly at my black bra. I could tell he liked what he saw because he now reached down and began gently messaging his crotch without even opening his pants.

“Take off your bra sweety.” He said. I reached back and unhooked the strap slowly never once looking away from his eyes. “Wow!” He said as he relished the sight of my white young tits. “You are one stunning babe.” He then looked around, searching for the presence of another car. luckily this road because it was secluded was far less traveled.

When he had made sure no one was around he moved his body closer to mine, held me with his strong hands by my upper arms, sank his head down and took most of my right tit into his large mouth. “Oh Colonel!” I gasped as I felt his tongue on my pink nipple. I gasped even louder when I felt his hand reach beneath my skirt to touch my pussy. He massaged it for a few moments then moving my panty to the side he let his thick middle finger enter me. I shrieked loudly, “No, please!” I said pleadingly. “Colonel. Please!” I said. He sat up. “We shouldn’t do this. You’re Kevin’s Father.” I held my thighs tightly together till my knees touched, his finger still inside me.

“Kevin doesn’t give a shit about you love. He’s probably fucking her right now.” He said seriously.

“No.” I said and began crying again.

“For the past week that little whore has been sneaking into Kevin’s room and fucking his brains out. I hear them go at it all night.” He said. “He doesn’t love you any more. He’s moved on with his life. I want you to as well.” He said then began slowly finger fucking me. I placed my hand on his tightly, but his hand was too strong and determined to be distracted by mine. His touch was driving me crazy. My body began shivering. He began fingering me deeper and faster.

“He was the only one I had!” I cried uncontrollably.

“I’m the only one you have right now. I’ll never leave you like he did.” He said reassuringly. I looked into his beautiful eyes and placed my hand on his cheek. “Don’t ever leave me Colonel!” I said with tears seeping down my cheeks. He looked back at me and said, “I’ll never leave you Sara!”

“Oh Colonel.” I sighed. We tightly embraced each other again. I couldn’t help but kiss his ear a couple of times. His finger was still inside me. I parted my knees wide, allowing him to do as he wished.

“You’re so tight!” He said then removed his hand from my crotch. Our bodies parted slowly. He brought his fingers up to his face and examined it. They looked like they’d been dipped in water. “You’re pussy’s so wet.” He said then placed his fingers in his mouth. I was amazed at the sight of him do this. “Here!” He said, “Taste it.” He placed his fingers in my mouth. I had never been so aroused. I began sucking on his middle finger in a filthy attempt to swallow not my juices but his saliva. He began to fuck my mouth with his fingers by gently thrusting it in and out. I began bobbing my head forward and backward like I was sucking a cock. My eyes were closed and I was in ecstasy, though it didn’t stop me from crying. I was so miserable, but so stimulated at the same time.

“Be Mine!!” He said loudly and authoritatively. “Be my woman!”

“I’m your woman.” I said then sighed deeply, “I’m your woman!” His breathing suddenly became long and deep. TAKE THAT SKIRT OFF!” He said and eagerly grabbed my skirt with his rough hands. He ripped the button that held it on me. Then he began yanking my skirt and my panties off along with it. I had lost control too. I lifted my butt from off the seat to make it easier for him. I grabbed his crotch again and began massaging him roughly. He was a real man, unlike his son. Both of us were shivering feverishly. He then let go of me and sat back. He stared at my naked body. I could feel his eyes roaming my legs, my thighs, my pussy, my belly, my tits then finally my face. He began eagerly unbuckling his pants. His rock hard penis sprang up. I looked at it amazed. He was HUGE. It was at least double the size of his son, and way thicker. The mushroom head of his cock was large and his dick had visible veins on it. He began jacking off. “LOOK AT ME!” he said assertively. “YOU WANT IT DON’T YOU?” He said.

“I want it!”

“YOU WANT THIS COCK DON’T YOU?!”

“I do!” I said and placed my hand on his cock. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it, it was so big. He grabbed my hair roughly from the back.

“YOU WANT IT IN YOUR MOUTH DON’T YOU?” he said, I sniffed and wiped my tears.

“I want it in my mouth!” I sighed desperately, “I want it in my mouth.”

THINK HARD SARA! THERES NO GOING BACK AFTER THIS. I’M NOT USED TO HEARING THE WORD NO! YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN RIGHT? THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT! AFTER THIS YOU’RE MINE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!”

I looked deep into his eyes sobbing. I nodded. He answered by forcing my head down on his cock. I opened my mouth wide wanting to take all of him in, but I’d only reached down a quarter of the length till the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair tightly and lifted my head till the tip was touching my lips. I could taste his thick pre cum. It tasted salty. He then pressed my head down again. I took it in a little deeper this time. “GET YOUR KNEES ON THE SEAT. GET INTO DOGGY POSITION. I WANT TO FEEL THAT ASS.” He said.

I did what was told with his cock buried deep in my mouth. He reached over and grabbed my ass cheek. “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!” He said as his hand roamed my smooth ass. “WHAT A GREAT ASS! COMON HONEY STOP CRYING AND SUCK IT SUCK IT!” He said. He held my head firmly in place with his right hand and did something most unexpected with his left hand. His middle finger reached over to my asshole and began pressing on it.

I opened my eyes. I wanted him to stop. “SSSHH SSSHHHH ITS OKAY SWEETY… TONIGHT I’LL MAKE YOU A REAL WOMAN.”  And with that he pressed his finger all the way into my asshole right up to his knuckle. He began to wiggle it in my ass. I had never known such a sensation. I wanted to protest but all that came out was a half hearted grunt.

I had my mouth full at the time.  “KISS MY BALLS HONEY…LICK THEM CUMON!” I lifted my head from his cock. He was now too distracted by my naked body and had removed his hand from my head. With one hand in my ass and the other roaming my back, he bent down and began kissing and licking my back. “KISS MY BALLS BITCH COMON!” He said. No one had spoken to me like that before. I was being treated like a slut and I wasn’t one. But I was so hurt and angry at Kevin that I wanted to hurt him back. I wanted this man to treat me like his whore so that when Kevin would find out, he’d feel what I was feeling. I dove my determined face in his crotch and began licking his fat balls. Both of us had begun to perspire now. His crotch was particularly sweaty. My whole face seemed moist. I cupped one of his balls in my hand, they seemed like two pool balls. I was surprised at how hard they were. I began kissing them.

After a few moments, he shifted his position so that he lay on his back now.  He placed my legs on either side of his face so that we were now sixty nining each other. He grabbed my ass cheeks and parted them so that my cunt and asshole were clearly presented to him. He began impatiently licking my cunt. I could feel his nose pressed against my asshole. I returned to his 9 inch pole and began sucking again. “YOU’RE MY WOMAN AREN’T YOU BITCH?” He said.

“UHHUHH!” I said.

“YOU LIKE THAT COCK DON’T YOU BITCH!”

“UHUHNN!”

“YOU WANT TO FUCK THIS COCK DON’T YOU!”

“UUHUUNN”

“SAY IT!”

“I want to fuck this cock!” I said and began to cry again. His father was treating me like a cheap whore and it was all because of Kevin. I hated him more than anything in the world. I wanted to hurt him.

“LOUDER BITCH LOUDER!”

“I WANT TO FUCK THIS COCK!” I said loudly with tears running down my face.

“I WANT TO FUCK THIS COCK ‘SIR’! SAY IT AGAIN!” He demanded.

“I WANT TO FUCK THIS COCK…SIR.”

“YOU WANT TO BE MY WHORE DON’T YOU BITCH?”

“I WANT TO BE YOUR WHORE.” I said. He slapped my ass cheek hard. So hard that my body moved all the way forward.

“I WANT TO BE YOUR WHORE ‘SIR’” He said.

“I WANT TO BE YOUR WHORE SIR!” I said. And as soon as I did, he got up and got behind me.

“ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES!” I did what he ordered. “ARCH THAT GORGEOUS ASS BABE!” He said lustily and let his hands roam across my naked butt, “LOOK AT THIS YOUNG ASS! HOW OLD ARE YOU HUN?” He asked.

“14.” I said wiping my tears. He whistled.

“14 YEAR OLD ASS!” He said, “I LOVE THIS SMOOTH WHITE ASS. ITS EVERY MAN’S DREAM.” I heard him spit a couple of times. He was lubricating his cock. He then bent down and spit three globs of thick saliva on my asshole. The spit ran down my ass and on my cunt. He rubbed it. He placed his hands on my waist and tightened his grip on me. I knew it was going to hurt. His penis was too big. I held on to the edge of the drivers seat with both hands and put my head down in preparation of what he was about to do to me. I felt his cock head on my pussy. He tightened his grip on my waist further. “READY?”

“UHUHH.” He pushed forward. My cunt became unbearably stretched. I began to shriek. “NO! IT’S TOO BIG!” I cried.

“IT’S ALTIGHT HONEY YOURE PUSSY WILL GET USED TO IT! YOU’RE A TOUGH GIRL ARENT YOU? ARE YOU A TOUGH GIRL OR NOT?”

“I’M A TOUGH GIRL.” I said.

“THEN YOU CAN TAKE IT. I TOLD YOU I’D MAKE A WOMAN OUT OF YOU TONIGHT DIDN’T I? BY MORNING YOU’LL BE A PRO!” He said then rammed his cock all the way in.

“AAAHHHHHH.” I grunted in pain. I attempted to move my body forward in order to move away from his cock, but as soon as he sensed me do that he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back to him. “UUUHHHHHHHHH! OHHH GODD!” I YELLED. He began fucking me now, full, deep and hard in rapid succession. The car seats whined and squeaked as we moved. “OOOH MY GODD! OHH MY GODDD!” I kept saying over and over at the base of my voice. He let go of my shoulders and grabbed my waist again.

“OH SHIT! YOU’RE 14 YEAR OLD CUNT IS SO FUCKING TIGHT!” He grunted. IT’S SO TIGHT!” He said then without warning spanked my ass cheek with his right hand. “FUCK IT BITCH FUCK IT COMON!” He said. “I’VE DREAMED OF AN ASS LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG. AAAHHHH!” He grunted in a state of ecstasy. “COME HERE HONEY!” He said then put his hand around my chest and bought me up, so that even though we were in the same position and on our knees, I was upright. He put both his arms around me and tightly locked me in place. I could feel his chin at the top of my head. He pulled his cock out till only his cock head was in me then slammed it in me. Both of us screamed. His was out of pleasure, mine was of pain. He repeated this motion over and over, he’d extract his cock very slowly then ram it back in me. He kept the rhythm constant, which gave me time to prepare for each vicious thrust.

“FOR THE PAST…….AAAAHHH……TEN YEARS………UUUUUHH…………IVE BEEN WATCHING MY SONS…………………AAAAHAHH………GET ALL THE YOUNG PUSSY…………UUUHHHH……….NOW ITS DADDY’S TURN………..UUUUUHHHH TO ENJOY A 14 YEAR OLD FRESH PUSSY!!” He whispered in my ear then started kissing the back and sides of my neck.

“I WANT TO CUM INSIDE YOU DARLING!”

“NO COLONEL!” I begged, “I DON’T WANT TO GET PREGNANT.”

“YOU WON’T!” He said, “WE’LL GET YOU THE PILLS YOU NEED. IT WONT HAPPEN DON’T WORRY BABY, I KNOW WHAT IM DOING!”

“COLONEL PLEASE!” I said dishearteningly. “COLONEL!...” He placed his hand on my mouth before I could resist any further and began his rampant assault. The whole car moved as he fucked me like a mad bull. All I could hear was a slapping sound our bodies made as his body smacked into mine. His right hand tightly covered my mouth and his left hand squeezed my right tit.

“I WANT TO CUM INSIDE YOU, I WANT TO CUM INSIDE YOU!” He kept yelling over and over. “AAAAAAHUHHH AAAAAAHUUUUUHH AAAHHUUHHH AAAHHUUHHH AAAHHUUHHH!” He yelled in a deep voice as he began to cum. I could feel his sizzling cum in me. It was a sensation I had never felt before. “AAH AAH AHH” He said as he pumped the last three squirts of his semen inside me. We both then collapsed on the seat. I lay now on my stomach, and he lay on top of me covering my whole body from the back with his softening cock still inside me. He was heavy, but I didn’t complain. We were panting hard, both of us trying to catch our breath. Â

I had never had such intensely mixed feeling in my life. I was deeply heartbroken…I was feverishly horny…I felt awfully degraded…No one had called me a bitch in my life, at least not to my face, and now here I was acting like a whore he’d picked up on the side of the road. This old man didn’t love me, he just needed his cock pleasured. I felt like an idiot realizing this so late in the day. I hated myself.

I was suddenly startled as I heard a car approaching. I lifted my head in panic.

“Shhh it’s alright! It’ll pass.” He whispered in my ear. The sound of the car approaching got louder and louder and suddenly diminished as it zoomed by us. I sighed in relief. “We better go from here,” said the Colonel, “I take it the engagement party is over.”

I quickly began to put my clothes back on. My hair was a mess and I had mascara all over my face. I could still feel his gooey cum oozing out of my pussy. It was a vivid reminder of what had just happened. The Colonel put his pants back up. He didn’t bother buttoning up. He started the engine and began driving again.

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“Oh Sara that was amazing.” He said looking relaxed.

“Yes.” I said meekly. Â

“Are you alright honey?”

“I’m fine.” I said as I fixed my hair. My body was trembling.

“So you still want to be my woman?”

“I don’t know Colonel, I just want to go home.”

“Tired so soon?”

“I’ve had a rough day.” I said. He placed his hand on mine gently. He had turned into the Colonel I knew before he had fucked me.

“Darling I have a proposition to make.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a very powerful man Sara,” He said pensively, “with money and lots of connections. I can make your life and your mother’s life much easier if you want me too.”

“How?” I asked, curious as to what he’d say.

“You loved your daddy didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Kevin mentioned how you always wished you could afford to restore his grave. It’s sad that the man you love the most has a broken down head stone with spray paint on it.” I didn’t say anything. “Wouldn’t you want to have it restored?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Then be my girlfriend.”

“I don’t know Colonel.”

“Your mother is in debt, how long do you think she can financially hold up? Besides, a woman and a daughter are vulnerable, you know that.”

“I want to take care of both of you.” He said gently and pulled up the car on the side of the road again.

“Don’t you hate it when your mother borrows money from the neighbors?” He said. “I’ll be more than willing to provide for you. I want you to go to college. You’re such a good student, you deserve it the most. It would be a shame if you don’t. Don’t you want to go to college?”

“Yes, I want to.” I said softly. He moved closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. “This is a once in life time opportunity gorgeous, don’t pass it up.”

“What do I have to do for you exactly?” I asked. He pecked me on my cheek again, slowly and sweetly.

“I won’t beat around the bush Sara. Before we had sex I hadn’t done it in years. Kevin’s mum stopped having sex with me years back. I could never bring my self to have sex with hookers, and besides a man with my stature needs to be discreet. In return for all that I do for you I want you to have sex with me when ever I want it and how ever I want it. It’ll be fun trust me. We’ll book rooms in the best hotels, we might even travel out side the country and meet up there if you’d like.

“What about me and Kevin?” I asked.

“What about you and Kevin? He’s over you. That story is over. Besides, he’s a fucking idiot. Only I know how special you are.” He said then cradled my face in his hands. “And so beautiful.” He said gently. “Trust me darling your world will change if you agree. I’ll spoil you rotten just like your father would have.” He said then paused, “Come on baby say yes.” I stayed still for a moment, then hesitatingly nodded.

“My mother should never know!” I said.

“Darling, no one should ever know.” He said, “Lets face it hun, you’re 14, you’re just a kid, but a kid with a body made to fuck. You’re mother will kill you and the county judge will have a field day with this one.” He said then reached for his wallet. “And to let you know that I’m not completely full of shit, I want you to take this.” He said handing me a wad of $5000. I had never seen this type of money in my life. “Do what ever you want with that money.”

“It’s too much.” I said. He kissed me on the mouth.

“Anything for my little girl.” He said. “Come sit on my lap.” I felt ashamed taking the money, but I knew it could do wonders for ma and me. I did what he told me to do. I sat on his lap. He guided me in such a way that I had both my legs on either side of him. I faced this man and looked at his eyes again. They looked back caringly. “You okay baby?” He asked.

“I’m okay.”

“I need you to kiss me!” He said. I slowly placed my hands on his face. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted this man to take my mother and me away from our life. No more bills, no more borrowing rent money, no more anything. I needed this man, I wanted him to be there for us. Kevin was history now. I belonged to this man. I leaned forward and kissed him. His hands cupped my tits. His tongue entered my mouth. I began sucking on it. My ass could feel his cock begin to spring to life again. “There’s a nice secluded place we could go to, no one will bother us. What do you say?”

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.” He said and smiled. I sat on the passenger seat again. He began driving. “I’m sorry if I got a bit rough back there. I don’t mean to hurt you Sara, it’s just that…you make me lose control. You have such a beautiful young body.”

“Thanks.”

“Pleasures all mine!” He said then smiled.

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5. “IT’LL TAKE ALL NIGHT!” SAID THE COLONEL

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We didn’t say anything for the next 10 minutes. The car suddenly took a detour into the woods. There was a wide mud path that led to no where. The only semblance of vision was provided by the headlights. When I looked at the side windows I saw nothing but dark trees. The mud path continued for about 10 minutes, then we took another detour to the left and headed straight for about another 5 minutes. The Colonel finally stopped the car and turned the head lights off. He then switched the inside lights of the car on. So even though it was pitch black around us, the car within was well lit.

“I need to make a call sweety.” He said then took his cell phone out and punched in a number and put the phone to his ear. “Hello!...Hi darling….I know I’m so sorry I missed it……I dropped Sara home, the poor little thing…….Its alright though…..she’s a tough girl she’ll be fine………I know………Darling I’m going to the club to have some drinks with the crew……don’t wait up……I know darling……I’ll be there when you wake up……I love you too hun……bye!” He said then switched off the phone. “What time’s your curfew?” He asked.

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“It’s almost .” He said, you should call your mum and tell her you’re spending the night with Tanya.”

“Will it take all night?” I asked naively.

“Yes.” He said seriously and handed me the phone, “…All night.” I nodded, accepting my fate. I rang my home phone.

“Hi Mum,” I said trying to sound cheerful. I found myself holding back tears again. “Oh it was beautiful…the bride to be looked beautiful……true……uh…Ma….I’ll be sleeping over at Tanya’s place tonight….we’ll watch a movie……that’s okay right?……I know ma….I promise……bye Ma……….and Ma…………I love you……….I know……..Bye!” I said then switched it off. Â

“Well I’m glad we got that out of the way!” He said gladly then removed a small flask from his jacket. “I think you need a drink.”

“I’m fine thanks.”

“Come on! You seem a little tense, it’ll help you relax. Girl your age needs to enjoy her self. Your life will pass you by sooner than you think. Make the most of it. Have some Vodka baby. Come on!” He said then placed the tip of the flask to my lips. I began to drink, it tasted awful. I tried moving the flask away, but his hand kept it in place, “2 more sips baby 2 more sips…thaaaaats it! Good girl.” He then proceeded to take large sips of it himself. “I heard someone say that you had very nice feet. I think it was Loni who said it once, she said you should be a foot model or something. Is that true?”

“Yes she said that once.”

“Take your shoes off and put your feet on my lap.” He said. “I want to see them.” I unbuckled the strap on my heels and placed both my feet on his lap. My back was against the door now. I could feel his cock with my right foot. “Wow!” He said. “That Loni bitch was right. You have very beautiful feet. Pink nail polish really suits them…And look at those pink soles. They’re so white and soft. Has Kevin ever sucked your lovely toes?”

“No.”

“What a fucking idiot.” He said. It was strange him talking about his son like that. “I have a thing for feet, I hope you don’t mind if I indulge. Do you?”

“No.” I said, curious as to what he’d do next. He took my big toe in his mouth and began sucking on it. He closed his eyes as if he was in ecstasy. “I love the way they smell.” He said then began sucking the toes of my other foot. My big toe and the one beside it were in his mouth now. I could feel his tongue between.

I stared at him amazed. I had never seen a man do that before. It felt strange. He stopped after a few moments. He was breathing heavily now. I knew painfully well that he was going to start acing like a jerk again. “Take that shirt off!” He said, “No wait!” He said abruptly then reached forward and grabbed my shirt on each side and ripped it apart.

I was clearly startled by this. He then grabbed my bra covered tits  and roughly tore the bra off me till my chest was exposed. “That’s the way I like it.” He said, then he got on his knees on the seat and between my legs. He found the opening of my skirt and tore right threw it. He gripped my skirt and stretched his arms wide forcefully and tore it to shreds. He yanked them off till I lay in front of him in my panties. I grew frightened again and was on the verge of crying.

I bit my lip and tried to stop my tears. He grabbed my panties with one hand and ripped them right off me. He then stared at my body. I think it was the first time he’d seen it properly with the lights turned on. “Sara you’re a fucking stunner! Look at that shaved pussy. I knew you were a trooper, that little cunt of yours took me right in.” He said then sat on the seat and began taking his clothes off.

“Alright!” He said, “Enough with this foreplay. Go to the back and take everything of. I need to fuck that tight illegal pussy again.” I climbed to the back. The family had gone camping recently, so all the car seats were folded, which gave us ample room. “There’s a blanket somewhere there, lay it down.” He said. I took my tattered shirt and bra off. They came off easily.

I was completely naked now from head to toe. I found the blanket and lay it on the floor. The Colonel had removed his shoes and socks and was now in the midst of removing his trousers and under wear. I was ready for him now but nervous as to what he had in store.

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6. “EARN YOUR MONEY BITCH!”

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The Colonel was completely naked now as well. He joined me at the back of the car. It was the first time I was seeing him naked. His body was quite fit for his age, but sagged a little. The ample white hair on his chest and sparse white hair on the rest of his body gave his age away.

My heart sank when I lay my eyes on his cock. It was fully hard again and had pre-cum oozing out from it. “LAY ON YOUR STOMACH BITCH I WANT TO SEE THAT ASS AGAIN PROPERLY.” He said turning into a monster again. I turned my body and lay flat on the floor. I could feel his eyes on me. “HERE! PUT THIS LITTLE PILLOW BENEATH YOUR CROTCH. I WANT THAT FUCKING GORGEOUS ASS TO STICK OUT! THAT’S IT. WHAT A GREAT FUCKING ASS! YOU ARE A FUCKING ANGEL! I’M GOING TO FUCK THIS 14 YEAR OLD LITTLE ANGEL.”

I felt his hands grab either side of my ass. He parted my cheeks. “LOOK AT THAT PINK ASSHOLE. WOW IT’S SO FUCKING PINK AND CLEAN, NOT A SINGLE HAIR. KEVINS MUM HAS A NASTY ASSHOLE. YOURS IS A SIGHT FOR SOAR EYES. TELL ME DARLING…HAS MY SON EVER TONGUE FUCKED YOUR ASSHOLE?”

“What?” I said.

“HAS MY SON EVER PUT HIS TONGUE DEEP IN YOUR ASSHOLE?”

“No.”

“FUCKING LOSER!” He said, “WELL…IT‘S TIME FOR ME TO TASTE EVERY MANS DREAM.” With that he spread my ass cheeks wide and pressed his face deep in my ass. My legs were now open so wide that each foot touched either side of the car. I suddenly felt his thick wet and determined tongue press against my asshole. It offered little resistance. The Colonel’s tongue was too strong. “UUUHHHHHH” I said raising my head. His tongue was inside me now. I could feel him wiggle it, tasting me. But that wasn’t enough. He went deeper and deeper and wiggled his whole face on my ass. He extracted his tongue after a few moments and began planting kisses on it. “YUMMY!” He said then kissed my ass. “HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SPANKED HONEY?”

“No.”

“TIME FOR YOU TO EARN THE MONEY SWEETY. THIS MIGHT STING, BUT IT’LL BE ALRIGHT IN THE MORNING?” He said and got on his knees. “WHAT EVER YOU DO DON’T FUCKING MOVE; IT’LL ONLY MAKE ME ANGRY; YOU DON’T WANT TO DO THAT DO YOU DARLING.”

“No!” I said and began to cry again. His hands were feeling up my ass.

“OH YA! AND SCREAM AS MUCH YOU WANT! NO ONE WILL BOTHER US!” With that he raised his arm and gave me a tight spank on my right cheek. I shrieked in pain. I began crying uncontrollably. “ASS OUT HONEY! DON’T TAKE IT IN; STICK THAT ASS OUT; BE A BRAVE GIRL COME ON!” He said then spanked me again harder, then again then again then again in quick succession. He then began to spank my left ass cheek with even more vigor and viciousness.

“AAAAHHH AHHHHHH OHGODDDDD OH GODDDDD OH MYGODDDDD!” I kept crying loudly. He assaulted me for a good 5 minutes then stopped.

“STOP CRYING HUN COME ON! NO MORE OKAY LUV?” he said panting loudly. “I WANT THAT SWEET TONGUE OF YOURS IN MY ASSHOLE!”

“COLONEL NO! PLEASE!” I pleaded. “YOU CAN FUCK ME ANY WAY YOU WANT, PLEASE NOT THAT?” Â

“EARN YOUR MONEY BITCH!” He snapped, “NOTHING IN THIS WORLD IS FREE.” He said then lay on his stomach. I hesitated. “SARA DON’T MAKE ME WAIT!” He snapped again. I took a deep breath and knelt down between his legs. He had a big ass, I had to spread his ass cheeks wide to discover his asshole. It was a disgusting little thing. I suddenly felt a large hand at the back of my head pushing roughly forward. My face was now buried in his ass. “THAT’S IT HONEY! GET YOUR SWEET LITTLE TONGUE IN THERE. GOOD GIRL!” I did what he asked.

I slid my tongue in his asshole. It tasted horrible. I could taste his musky sweaty scent. He began thrashing his ass around, while holding my face tightly in his butt by my hair. “OH GOD YES WIGGLE IT JUST LIKE THAT, DEEPER DEEPER! TONGUE FUCK ME BABY COME ON. OHHH GODDDDD YOU DESERVE EVERY PENNY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH FUCK YEAH!” after a few minutes he said, “OKAY! STOP! STOP! YOU WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?” He turned his body around and lay on his back.

My entire face was wet. My tears, his ass sweat and my saliva were all on me. I could smell each smell and taste them as well.  He got on his knees, his thick veiny cock jutting out like a pole. “I NEED TO FUCK YOUR FACE. LAY ON YOUR STOMACH AGAIN HONEY; FACING ME, GOOD GIRL!” My face was now inches away from his cock. He grabbed my hair firmly from the back with both his hands.

He was now in complete control of my face. “OKAY HONEY OPEN YOUR MOUTH; WIDER; WIDER; TOUNGUE OUT! GOOD GIRL. NOW ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS STAY LIKE THAT OKAY DON’T FUCKING MOVE.” He then pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. “GODDAMN SARA! YOUR MOUTH IS SO FUCKING DRY! REMEMBER HONEY WHEN GIVING A MAN A BLOW JOB THE MORE SPIT THE BETTER.” He said then removed his cock from my mouth. “HERE…… LOOK UP AT ME AND OPEN YOUR MOUTH!” He leaned down and spit in my mouth.

I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me, but I complied. It was relatively better than my tongue wiggling in his asshole. “DON’T MOVE! I HAVE MORE FOR YOU!” He said then collected large globs of spit in his mouth and let it trickle into my mouth. I choked on it a couple of times. My mouth was now half full of his spit. “DON’T SWALLOW THIS JUST YET!” He said then resumed his previous position with his hands gripping my face. His cock entered my mouth again, this time making the entry slippery and smooth. 1/3rd of his cock slipped into my mouth till it chocked me.

He began fucking my mouth with quick little strokes. “OHHHH YESS BABY JUST LIKE THAT JUUUST LIKE THAT.” He groaned with his eyes closed. Globs of spit ran down my mouth till it covered my whole chin. He opened his eyes and began eyeing my ass again. “I LOVE YOUR ASS BABY I LOVE THAT ASS!” He said then leaned forward and began feeling my butt again. “PUT A FINGER IN MY BUTT.” He said “DO IT…PUT A FINGER IN MY BUTT!” without removing him from my mouth I placed my middle finger in his crack. When I found his hole I pressed it up. “ALL THE WAY BITCH ALL THE WAY!” He grunted. “GOOD NOW WIGGLE AAHAHHH YESSS FUCK YAA I LOVE THE FUCKING WIGGLE. PUT ANOTHER FINGER IN.” I placed my index finger at the entrance of his hole and pressed it all the way in.

The Colonel was in ecstasy. I knew because he began fucking my mouth more vigorously. He began paying attention to my ass again. “SEEMS LIKE I SHOULD RETURN THE FAVOUR!” He said then pressed his middle finger in my asshole. I let out a resisting grunt. “WHAT A FUCKING GREAT ASSHOLE! He said then removed his finger from my butt. “TAKE YOU FINGER OUT OF MY ASS SWEETY!” He said then sat on his ass in front of me.

I took the opportunity to catch my breath. He took his finger, the one that was in my ass a moment ago and put it into his mouth. “YUMMMY.....YOU HAVE ONE DELICIOUS ASS!....TAKE THAT FINGER THAT WAS IN MY BUTT AND PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH!” I knew that if I thought about it too much that I’d never do it, so I just did it without thinking. I tried my best not to think about the taste by thinking about something pleasant, like going to college or moving away from this town when I made enough money.

The Colonel began jerking off as he watched me lick my fingers. “YOU’RE REALLY AMAZING ME SARA! YOU’RE DOING THAT LIKE A PRO; SHIT LOOK AT THAT! YOU ARE A DIRTY LITTLE GIRL! ALLRIGHT HONEY TIME TO FUCK; LAY ON YOUR BACK AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS. SPREAD THEM WIDE!” I wiped my chin, lay down and spread my legs shamelessly like an experienced whore.

The Colonel got in between my legs. He rested one hand on the floor beside my head to support his weight. With his other hand he guided his cock in my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, and then placed it at the entrance of my pussy. “WRAP YOU LEGS AROUND MY WAIST” I complied. He then lowered his body on to me. His cock diving into my tight pussy as he did. I grunted…but not as loudly as I had done hours ago when he first fucked me from behind. “SEE? IT DOEST HURT THAT MUCH NOW DOES IT? IVE STRECTHED YOUR PUSSY! I LOVE STRECTHING IT AGGHHHHH!” He said, looking into my eyes. His face an inch from mine. I could feel his hot breath on me. It smelled of vodka.

His thrusts were slow, but very consistent. He likes fucking this way. He likes it slow but forceful. He rams it deep inside me with a vicious thrust, each time making my whole body jerk violently and making me gasp out loud. He lay on me now covering my whole body. My legs wrapped around his waist, my feet locked, I put my arms around his neck.

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That brings me back to the moment it began to rain, to the sounds of us grunting uncontrollably, the sound of rain tapping on the roof top, the smell of our sweat. I think of Kevin, I think of how much I hate him. How he’d be broken if he ever knew I had become his father’s whore. I wanted him to hate me as much as I hated him. “FUCK ME!” I whispered in the Colonel’s ear. The Colonel stopped abruptly. He paused for a second and looked at my face.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY SWEET HEART?”

“FUCK ME SIR!” I cried hysterically as tears ran down my cheeks. “COLONEL FUCK YOUR 14 YEAR OLD WHORE!”

“I WANT TO! YOU DIRTY LITTLE CUNT!”

“FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!” I yelled and locked my legs around him tightly. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pushed him towards my cunt. “FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR LITTLE WHORE!”

“SAY FUCK ME DADDY!”

“FUCK ME DADDY” I yelled.

“SAY IT LOUDER YOU FUCKING WHORE! SAY DADDY FUCK YOURE LITTLE GIRL!”

“DADDY FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL, FUCK HER DADDY! FUCK ME! COME INSIDE ME DADDY! COME IN MY LITTLE CUNT!” I yelled and held onto him for dear life as he violently pounded my entire body like there was no tomorrow. The car shook fiercely as he slammed hard into my young illegal pussy. He was hurting me….the pain was becoming unbearable. He was grunting loudly like a mad man and I was screaming deafeningly. I suddenly felt my body begin to shake, my body fell limp. I closed my eyes, my legs collapsed on either side of him, my head fell back to the floor and I passed out. The Colonel kept on going…. Â

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I woke up to the sound of snoring. I opened my eyes and found myself laying on top of the Colonel. The old man was flat on his back, my head rested on his hairy chest. His breathing was loud and deep. I could feel one of his hands still on my ass. His cock wasn’t in my pussy anymore even though our genitals were tightly pressed together by my weight.

I got up and sat beside him. Looking out the window I saw the most beautiful early morning. The day hadn’t completely arrived but the forest was beginning to look visible. The rain had stopped. I looked around in the car. It was a mess. Our clothes were scattered every where. I just sat there enjoying the calmness of the moment. My pussy ached. I reached down and examined my cunt. It was soar and had dried semen all over it. I realized that I needed to pee very badly. I looked around the car to see if anyone was there. I didn’t see anyone. The place really was quite secluded; there was some relief in knowing that.

I moved to the back of the vehicle and opened the door gently. I didn’t want to disturb the Colonel. The clicking sound of the door handle didn’t wake him. I opened the door and slipped out. I was still completely naked but didn’t see any harm in moving to the side of the car to take a piss. I knelt down and began urinating. My cunt hurt as I did. I wondered when the Colonel would drop me home. I missed my bed.

I opened the car door and was a bit startled at seeing the Colonel sitting up. “Good morning.” He said grinning.

“Good morning.”

“Are you okay sweety?”

“I look like a mess but I feel fine.” I said.

“Come on!” He said getting out of the car. “Let’s go wash up.

“Where?”

“There’s a pond close by. Only a handful of people know about it. No one ever goes there.” He said then took my hand in his and began walking. I realized that both of us were stark naked. We didn’t even have our shoes on.

“Should we put our clothes on?”

“We don’t need them.” He said. Walking through the woods naked with an old man was certainly a strange thing to do. He was being very sweet now and pecked me on the cheek every once in a while. He would rarely but surely do something sexually suggestive. Like he’d put his hand on my ass as we walked, or kissed me on the mouth sliding his tongue in me for a few seconds.

“So what do you want to do when you go to college?” He asked. I thought for a moment.

“Well…I was toying with the idea of becoming a lawyer.”

“You really don’t want to do that.”

“Why?”

“It looks all glamorous on TV shows and films but believe me it’s a very tough and horrible field. All you do is come across low lives. Any other plan?”

“Not really.” I said. “I never thought that far considering I never thought I’d get the chance to go.”

“You deserve to go. You’re a sweet girl.” He said, “All the rich kids are a bunch of assholes.” He said then squeezed my hand. I returned the squeeze. “When the time comes, we’ll make sure you go to a good school. I doubt you’ll have any trouble getting admitted. And even if you don’t, your new found big daddy will make a few phone calls and throw a little tantrum.” He said then smiled. For the first time in a while, I smiled as well.

We reached the most beautiful pond one could imagine. It was surrounded by flowers and leaves and had crystal clear water.

“Let’s take a dip darling.” He said. Leading me by my hand we ventured into the waters. The cold water was over bearing but I quickly got used to it. Dipping my head into the water felt amazingly refreshing. My sticky make-up, the sweat, the stale perfume and of course the dried semen all swept away in the water. I felt clean again. I put my hair back and opened my eyes. The Colonel wasn’t in the water anymore. He sat on a big rock on the grass beside the pond and watched me admiringly. Our eyes locked. I found myself betraying even myself. I realized that I wanted to touch this man and make him happy. The Colonel was right. He was all I had. I wanted to make my man happy.

I slowly walked out of the water. He stared at my naked body. Drops of water seeped down my wet skin as I moved closer to him. He was staring at my firm tits, my flat smooth belly, my long white legs. I stood in front of him. We looked into each others eyes, before I looked down at his twitching penis. He didn’t say and do anything. He just stared at my young firm body. I smiled at him and knelt in front of him. He smiled back but didn’t move.

I gently brushed my hand against his cock. It twitched again. I held it in my hand and buried my lips in the deep crevice between his left ball and his inner thigh and began gently licking him there. He let out a groan. I could feel his blood rushing to his cock with my hand. It was hard in no time. I moved my face and took his cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on it and even spit on it a few times to make it wet as I was certain that him burying his cock in my pussy was imminent.

“I know that you’re only 14, that you’re practically a child, but I want you as my cum sucking whore!” He said softly but intensely.

“I am your whore Colonel.” I replied while jerking him off with my right hand and massaging his balls with the other. He was breathing heavily now. He was ready to fuck me. I sensed he was restraining himself for some reason. I stood up and took a few steps back and lay down on the grass. I looked into his eyes and spread my knees apart, giving him a good view of my young teen pussy. I smiled then put my head back and closed my eyes.

Moments later I felt his hands on my belly. I opened my eyes and found him between my legs, his cock had pre-cum oozing out of it again. He lowered his face and began sucking on my tit. I ran my hands through his back hair. The tip of his erect cock would brush against the entrance of my cunt, teasing it.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Sara!”

“Fuck me.” I said. “Fuck your little girl.”

“Can I cum inside my little girl?”

“Pump it all inside me Daddy.” I said. And he did just that.

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My Revenge

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My Revenge
by britneyh80@yahoo.com (All emails are welcome.)

   I work at a hotel desk.  There is a guy named Mark that works there with
me.  Mark and I are not a couple officially.  I guess he's not really my
type but I am extremely attracted to him.  He is just kind of this guy that
I hang out with at work.  When it gets slow and the manager leaves during
the day, we sneak off into one of the rooms, and he puts his dick up my
twat.

   We have been doing this for a few weeks.  It started when his girlfriend
Kelly broke up with him.  He came to work all broken hearted telling me
about it.  I am single and am not interested in any kind of relationship. I
told him that I would be his whore until he got over her.
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/> Yesterday Mark and I were up in one of the rooms. He fucked me up the
ass, and sucked his load out of my asshole. We walked out to our cars I
had a brand new Corvette that I saved for two years to get. We leaned on
my car and we made out with each other. We were swapping his cum back and
forth when we saw Kelly his old girlfriend pulling out of the parking lot.


It was lunchtime the next day, and I walked by myself out to the parking
lot. I always park far out where people won't park too close to my car
and open their doors against it. I admired my brand new blue corvette as
I walked up to it. I went around to the driver's side and was about to get
in when I saw a huge key mark all along the side of my car from the
headlight all the way back to the tail light. I stared at it in disbelief
and tears started boiling up in my eyes.

I went back inside and called the auto body shop and made an
appointment. I was so fucking pissed off and I sat at work the rest of the
day wondering who did it. When I got off work I took my car into the paint
shop. They told me it was going to take a few days to touch it up and
it would cost me 600 dollars.

For the next few days Mark gave me a ride to work. Monday morning Mark
and I drove to the paint shop to pick up my car. When my corvette rolled
out I felt so happy, like I was being reunited with a long lost friend.
I hopped in my baby and drove it to work, following Mark. When work
ended that day Mark walked me out to the parking lot.

As we got to my car I felt my heart nearly stop. The word SLUT had been
scratched into the paintwork of the hood, in big lettering by what could
have been a knife or a screwdriver. The left tire was also flat and I
walked over and saw a huge slash in it.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I paced around the parking lot like a crazy women for several minutes
trying to get my blood pressure to come down. I was finally able to cool
off for a minute and I walked over to Mark.

"Do you think it was your ex-girlfriend who did this?" I asked
"I was just thinking the same thing." He said.

We called the police and Mark left to go get some tools so he could
change the tire. I waited by my car. The officer finally arrived and I
walked with him around the car showing him what had happened.

"I think I have a pretty good idea who did this." I said, telling him
about Mark's ex.

The officer seemed flustered as he talked to me. I had on a pink shirt
that showed off my tits and a tight pair of jeans. I had left the top
three buttons of my shirt open. He was trying hard not to stare at my
cleavage. He was tall and muscular and kind of cute.

"There is nothing I can do for you unless you can find some proof." He
said

My face got red in anger. I took a deep breath, trying not to take my
frustration out on him.

"So that's it, she just gets away with it?" I said, managing to keep my
voice calm.

The officer paused. He looked at my cleavage again and then down at my
crotch. Despite my anger, my pussy began to get a bit wet.

"There are cameras that you can put in your car." He said. "They are
only used for government vehicles but you can buy them on the Internet.
Unfortunately they cost about five grand."
"Shit." I said. "I don't have five thousand dollars lying around so I
guess I'm just going to have to get a ride to work from now on."
"I'm really sorry, I wish there was something I could do for you." He
said

I walked over and sat on the hood of my car and put my head down. The
officer looked at me and then slowly walked back to his vehicle. He turned
around and looked at me again.

"You know I have some of those cameras at my house." He said
"You do?" I said as I got up and walked over to him.

The cop hesitated, looked up in the air and then glanced at my cleavage
again.

"You seem like a real nice girl. I am not supposed to loan them to
anyone, but I'll come to your house and install them for you, if you give
me your word that you will get them back as soon as you're done with
them." He said

I promised I would and thanked him several times as I gave him my
address. He said that once he got off work he would run to his house and
grab them, and meet me at my house later in the evening. He drove off, and
a few moments later Mark pulled in next to me. I told Mark about the nice
cop and what he was going to do, as he changed my tire.

"That is really nice of him. He's probably doing it because he thinks
you're hot." He said
"I don't think that's what it is." I said, smiling modestly. "I wish I
could give him some money for doing it but I blew all of it getting that
other scratch fixed."
"Why don't you suck his cock when he's done?" He said

I started laughing and I looked down at Mark but he was impassive.

"Are you serious?" I said

Mark finished the tire and got up and kissed me.

"Just as long as you keep sucking my cock, you can do whatever you want"
He said

"That's a deal" I said shaking his hand.

I made out with Mark by my car for a long while. Then we said goodbye
and I headed home.

It was later that evening, as I was sitting on my couch watching the
celebrity gossip channel, when I heard a car pull up. I looked out the
window and saw the police car. I walked out and greeted him. I pulled up
a chair and watched him install the cameras on my corvette. I had changed
into a sexy pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He kept stealing a glance at my
legs as he worked on my car. I teased him by moving a little closer. He
told me how much he liked my car, and I sat and kept him company for a
little over an hour till he was done.

"Hey, I know it's really shitty but this is all the money I have left
after getting the other damage fixed." I said, handing him a hundred
dollar bill.
"No, don't worry about it. You're going to need that to get this damage
fixed, if you don't find out who did it." He said
"You are so nice; I have to repay you somehow." I said
"Don't worry about it." He said
"I am worried about it." I said, as I moved real close to him and
smiled. "Would you like to come inside, I'm pretty good at giving blow
jobs."

The officer's face turned red.

"That's a very tempting offer, but I can't do it." He said holding up
his finger and showing me his wedding band.
"Ok then, thanks a million times for doing this for me and when it's
over I'll give you a call and get your cameras back to you." I said

He started getting into his car and I turned around and headed for the
door.

"You know I'm going to be really mad at myself later on tonight if I
don't take you up on your offer." He said

I smiled and walked back over to him and grabbed his hand.

"Why don't you come inside with me then?" I said

We walked over to the door and I let him in. I held him by the hand and
directed him over to the couch. I gave him a sexy look, as I slowly took
my clothes off in front of him. His cock bulged out of his dark blue
pants. His well starched uniform, his badge, and the gun on his side gave
him a complete appearance of authority.

I told him I was thirsty and offered him something to drink. He stared
at my ass as I walked naked to the kitchen. I grabbed two bottles of water
out of the refrigerator and walked back into the living room, and got down
on my knees in front of him. I handed him one of the bottles.

"So you're not married, are you?" He asked as I started undoing his belt
buckle.
"No, but I do have a boyfriend, kind of." I said
"He's not going to come home is he?" he asked
"No, actually he was the one who suggested that I do this, to pay you
for your kindness."
"Really?"
"Yeah, we have kind of a weird relationship." I said

I undid his belt and zipper and he lifted his butt as I helped him pull
down his pants. He had on a cute pair of boxers and I could see his hard
dick bulging in them. I reached in the hole of his boxers and grabbed his
big warm cock and pulled it out. I pulled the skin of his scrotum through
the hole and I looked at him as I started with his balls and licked all the
way up the length of his dick. He closed his eyes and put his head back on
the couch, as I took him into my mouth.

"My wife and I don't have such a weird relationship. She would kill me
if she knew I was doing this." He said

I smiled at him as I sucked him off.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked looking up at him with my tongue on
the tip of his dick.
"Yea, but I don't think I should do that." He said I took my mouth off
of his hard prick, and worked the gun out of the holster on his side. He
looked at me curiously, as I held the gun. I got to my feet and I started
dancing, with the gun in my hand. The officer started playing with
himself watching me. I put the barrel of the gun in my mouth and sucked
on it, and rubbed my pussy as I looked at him.

"You like that?" I asked

He moaned and nodded his head, as his hand moved up and down his dick. I
got up to my feet and his eyes were glued on my shaved pussy. I straddled
his legs and sat on his lap facing him. I put both my legs over each of
his shoulders, and lifted my crotch in his face. He stuck out his tongue
and I pulled away from him, not letting his tongue touch my vagina. At
first he smiled as I teased him, then I saw frustration growing in his
face. I moved my pussy up to his face, and this time I let his tongue touch
my slit. He ran his tongue in circles and I moved my hips up and down as
he tongued me.

I laid my back on his lap and spread my legs wide, giving him a view
between my legs. The gun laid on the couch beside him. I picked it up and
gave it to him. He held it in his hand, and I grabbed the barrel and
placed it on my cunt. I bit my lip and we stared at each other. I took my
hand off the barrel, and he continued rubbing it softly on my snatch.

The coldness of the barrel was getting me aroused. He worked on his
prick with his right hand and started working the cold hard barrel up my
folds.

"This is making me hot." I said
"Did you know this gun is loaded?" He asked

The officer looked in my eyes as he fucked my cunt with his gun barrel.
Chills shot through my body suddenly, as I felt the barrel vibrate as he
pulled back the hammer. The fear was turning me on. I knew if that gun
went off, a bullet would shoot through my ovaries, intestines, stomach,
heart, and through my brain.

"Put your finger on the trigger." I said to him.

I watched his finger move to the trigger. He squeezed it slightly,
still pumping his cock with the other hand. My warm pussy squeezed the
barrel, and it wasn't cold anymore. I moved my hips, and I moaned as I
felt pleasure building in my body.

"I need your cock in me now." I demanded.
"I really don't want to do that, my wife....."
"I really don't give a fuck about your wife right now." I said

I grabbed the gun and quickly pulled it out of me. I straddled his
legs facing him. I grabbed his throbbing cock and put it in me quickly.
He moaned and his eyes rolled as he entered my dripping wet pussy.

I started moving up and down on him slowly, as he grabbed my ass.
I fucked him slowly. I leaned back and bounced on him as hard as I
could. His dick twitched and I felt the pulses in his dick pounding
faster and faster. I screamed like a possessed women and my body just
seemed to lock as I felt an orgasm build in my legs, and work its way
through my body, until it felt like fire was blowing out my cunt. The
head of his dick pulsated and I felt the sperm that was brewing in his
balls work up the length of his cock, till it finally exploding in me.

I gave him a soft kiss as I felt his dick soften and pop out of me.

"I hope that repays you for your services." I said smiling
"That more then repays me." He said

I got off him and grabbed his hand helping him to his feet.

"I need to get home before my wife wonders where I am." He said

He put on his pants and I walked naked with him over to the door.

"Let me know when you're done with the cameras okay?" He said

I nodded and smiled at him as he walked out the door, and drove off.

I grabbed my cell phone and walked into my bedroom. I got my dildo out
of the drawer and lied down on the bed. I scrolled through the list of
names on my cell phone until I found Mark's.

"Hello."
"Hey Mark." I said
"Hey, did he come over?" He asked
"Yep." I said
"And?"
"He put the cameras in for me, and I brought him inside and sucked his
dick, then he stuck his loaded pistol up my pussy, then I got on
top of him and fucked him. He's just left and I am sitting here naked on
my bed with my dildo, and his cum is leaking out of my pussy." I said
"He did what with his pistol?" he questioned.
"I was dancing for him and trying to tease him. His uniform and gun was
turning me on. I started masturbating with the end of the barrel. That
seemed to turn him on. He stuck the length of the barrel in me and fucked
me with his loaded gun. I think I learned something about myself. Fear
turns me on."

We both masturbated as we talked on the phone and I told him all the
details. I came all over my dildo and I talked dirty to him while he
jerked his cock until he came. We hung up the phone and I kept fucking
myself with the dildo when it suddenly stopped vibrating. I got up and
changed the batteries and it still didn't work.

The next day at work, Mark and I kept looking out the window checking on
my car. The end of the day came and I went out and inspected it and saw
nothing wrong. I started home and pulled up behind the adult bookstore
where I bought my sex toys.

I walked in and the place was empty. I browsed around for a while and
then the back door opened and the owner walked in. She was the same lady
that was here when I bought my old dildo.

"Hi Britney." she said "back for more, huh?"
"Yes, it's nice to see you." I said. "What is your name again?"
"It's Jan." she said. "What can I help you with today?"
"My dildo doesn't vibrate anymore." I said
"That sounds like an emergency." She said, laughing.


I grabbed the dildo I wanted, and I walked to the counter. She rang me
up, giving me a fifty percent discount.

"I am not supposed to do this but I'm going to throw something extra in
here." She said grabbing a small plastic container, with two red pills
inside.
"What are those?" I asked
"I was in Europe a few months ago at an adult toy convention. I met a
doctor who gave me these pills. They only work on females. Once you take
them they put you asleep and alter your hormones making you extremely
horny. While you are asleep you usually have dreams about your deepest
sexual fantasies. You are unconscious, so it's not like you are just
sleeping, and your dreams seem totally real." She said
"Are they safe to take?" I asked
"Oh yes, completely safe as long as you don't take them while you're
driving. Make sure you are at home and you are not going to do anything
for the rest of the day, because they will put you out for 2 to 3 hours.
They are not legal in the United States, but some of the doctors in Europe
prescribe them under supervision to their female patients who have trouble
with their sex drives." she said
"So have you given them to anyone else?" I asked
"No, you're the first one." She said
"Why me?" I asked
"Because I am really attracted to you, and I know you will like them and
come back for more, except next time you have to do me a sexual favor
before I will give you a refill." She said, smiling.
"I would have done that anyway, but it's a deal." I said as I walked out.

I went home and walked into the kitchen. I looked at the clock and it
said 7:00pm. I got a glass of water and pulled the bottle of pills out and
looked at it nervously. I opened the container and popped two pills in my
mouth and drank them down with a glass of water.

I began straightening up the house. Twenty minutes went by, and I was
vacuuming when I started feeling a buzz in my head. I walked over and sat
down on the couch. The buzz grew stronger, and I laid my head down and
felt completely relaxed and at peace with myself. I smiled and looked at
the ceiling thinking how nice I felt.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them I was lying on a
beach. There was a slight breeze and the temperature was perfect. I sat
up and looked at the reflection in the water and saw my face, only it was
ten times more beautiful. My eyes glowed like I have never seen before.
My light brown hair was long, down past my waist and shone just like the
sun coming up over a mountaintop. I looked down at my body and my skin was
soft and smooth with no flaws. I was wearing a beautiful silver bikini
that glowed as the sun reflected off it. My breasts were bigger and
firmer. I smiled and I couldn't take my eyes off my reflection. I was a
perfect image of what every girl dreams to look like. I got to my feet.
There was no one in sight. I looked out at the ocean and the sun saturated
its warmth on my skin. I felt completely happy and relaxed, with no
stress. I felt like I would never have to worry about anything again.

I looked down the beach and I saw a man walking towards me. As he got
closer our eyes met. He was a gorgeous man with long hair, and a strong
tight ripped body, with a devilishly handsome face. He walked up to me and
looked in my eyes and I felt complete love for him. It seemed like I knew
him a long time ago, before I was born. His hand touched my body and my
temperature rose as he softly kissed me.

He lifted me up in his arms and carried me down the beach. My head was
against his hard chest and he rocked me as he walked. We walked like this
for what seemed like hours, and then he laid me down on the warm sand, and
gently kissed my body. I lay there getting more and more aroused as his
strong hands moved up and down my body. He finally got on top of me and I
had a glorious feeling as his penis entered me. I immediately orgasmed but
it didn't stop there. I had another orgasm then another, and each time
instead of my body growing weak I wanted more and more. I lay there and
came continuously with each orgasm stronger then the last. This went on
for what seemed like several hours, until I felt him cum inside me. His
cum was much warmer then I have ever felt before, and it sent goose bumps
up my body as it went into me. He rolled off me and kissed me, then lifted
his face and I looked into his beautiful eyes. I smiled and closed my
eyes, and enjoyed every second of this wonderful experience.

Suddenly the world seemed to turn in a circle. I felt cold concrete on
my back. I opened my eyes and I was in a dim lit room that looked like an
old cellar. I lifted my head and looked around. The walls were made of
stone bricks, and it looked to be hundreds of years old. There was a huge
door at the far end of the room, and there was a rope that hung from the
ceiling and dragged on the floor. I looked down and I had my old body
back. I was naked and cold, my feet were tied together and my hands were
tied behind my back. There were no windows in the room and there were old
dim lights on the ceiling.

I lay there and I started trembling wondering how I got here. My heart
was pounding in my chest, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I tried to
think how I could get out of this awful place, when I heard the huge door
come open. I looked over and saw a women walk in. She was wearing a black
leather suit and she had an evil red mask on her face. The sight of her
sent huge waves of fear through my body. I started panicking and tried to
wrestle away from her as she walked closer to me. She stood over me and I
looked up at her. She grinned at me and her teeth were long and sharp like
a cat and her eyes were filled with blackness. I started whimpering and
tears flowed down my cheeks. She grabbed my legs and I winced in pain as
she dragged me across the rough stone concrete. She tied the rope to my
feet, and then she walked over to a crane and started turning it. The rope
pulled on my legs, and I tried to wrestle free, realizing that she was
going to hang me upside down.

"Please stop!! Why are you doing this?" I said in a terrified voice.

I winced in pain as the rope pulled my legs up until the weight of my
body was all on the rope tied around my ankles. She stopped turning the
crane when my head was about three feet from the floor. I heard the women
walking behind me and picking something up that made a metallic sound. She
walked in front of me and held a long sharp metal whip in my face. I
stared at the nasty whip in horror.

"No, please don't." I said as my eyes filled with tears, and I felt a
stress in my body like I have never felt before.

My body froze, and I lost control of my bladder. I continued crying as
I felt warm urine running from my vagina, down my stomach, until it dripped
off my face. The woman walked behind me, and there was a sudden silence. I
hung there and prayed that the evil woman would not hurt me...... Suddenly
I felt my skin tear open as the long nasty whip smacked off my back.

I screamed in pain, and I cried loudly. My body started going into
shock as the woman continued whipping my back over and over. She finally
stopped and let out an evil laugh as I felt the blood running out of the
open flesh down my back. I opened my mouth and tried to scream for mercy,
but nothing came out. She walked in front of me and started whipping my
breasts and stomach. I closed my eyes, and hoped that I would lose
consciousness, but I remained awake and felt my skin tear open with each
lash of the whip. I looked up and whimpered as I saw the ugly cuts across
my breasts and stomach.

"Please stop!!" I said in a weak voice

She walked slowly toward the table. My body shook so hard I could
barely make out what the women was doing. I was throbbing in pain, and my
blood was trickling down past my neck to my face and hair. She turned
around and walked back toward me, with a long sharp knife in her hand.

I screamed in dread as she came closer. She put the knife to my face,
and I felt the sharpness of the blade penetrate my cheek. My body shook
uncontrollably as she ran the knife from my neck between my breasts and up
my stomach to my pussy, slightly cutting the skin as it went. She worked
the knife gently between the lips of my slit. I cried and begged as loud
as I could for her to stop but her face showed no sympathy. She looked
down and showed me her evil grin. With the knife still pressed against my
pussy, she reached down with her other hand and grabbed my hair, and knelt
down by my face.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this knife?" She said in an evil female
voice.
"No, Please don't...." I whimpered.

She tore open the crotch of her black leather suit, till her vagina was
exposed.

"You are going to eat my cunt, and your going to eat it good. If you
don't do a good job I am going to cut you a new pussy." She said

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up between her legs. I stuck my
tongue out and she buried my face between her legs. I moved my tongue
between her folds and the taste of her pussy sent thrills through me. As I
licked her my throbbing pain left my body, and I grew incredibly horny. My
body seemed to tighten and tingle.

She pulled the knife away from my pussy and stepped back. As my tongue
lost contact on her cunt. I felt the excruciating pain of the whiplash
shoot through my body again. I screamed in pain and I looked at her pussy,
sticking my tongue out desperately wanting to lick it again.

"Please let me lick you some more." I begged

She walked around me, and I stuck my tongue out and tried to get it to
her pussy as she brushed passed me. She cut the rope at my wrists, freeing
my hands. Then she cut the rope at my feet that I was hanging from. I
fell hard on to the floor.

I sat up and looked at her as she paced around me. Pain was shooting
through me and I looked down at the nasty whip marks on my body. All I
wanted to do was taste her pussy again. She continued walking around me
and I worked up my courage and stuck my tongue out and crawled over to her,
but her arm curled back and I felt a strong whiplash across my back again.
I cried in pain and frustration as I crawled back away from her.

She came after me and I looked up at her terrified. She lifted her foot
and put it on my face and pressed my head against the concrete. She got on
her hands and knees on top of me and glared at me. Her eyes were not
human. They were completely black with a red pupil. She opened her mouth
and showed me her sharp teeth. A long snake like tongue came out of her
mouth. I tried to wrestle away from it but her strength was enormously
greater than mine, and she pinned my back hard against the floor. I turned
my cheek and closed my eyes tight as her long evil tongue ran up and down
my face.

"Please let me lick you again." I begged.

Her evil eyes stared at me and she said nothing. She picked me off the
floor with incredible strength and pinned me against the wall. She held me
about five feet up by my waist and she leaned her head closer staring at my
pussy. I looked down at her face, and saw her long tongue come out again.
The pain relieved again momentarily, and another huge feeling of arousal
went through me as her tongue brushed against my vagina, but she moved it
away again sending the pain back through me like a lighting bolt.

Without thinking I grabbed her head and tried to put her tongue back on
my pussy. She quickly glared into my eyes and showed me her teeth and she
hissed like a cat, sending a huge wave of fear through me. She brought her
head back down to my pussy and my pain and fear went away as I felt her
long tongue penetrate my cunt. Her tongue slithered inside me and I had an
orgasm instantly. I was screaming in pleasure as I looked down and watched
her tongue moving inside my vagina. Her mouth opened wider and I saw
another tongue come out of her mouth and it slithered between my legs and
moved up my asshole. Then she slowly turned me upside down and I moaned in
pleasure as my head was lowered towards her pussy. My orgasms became
constant again like it did on the beach by the taste of her cunt, and her
two tongues double penetrating my pussy and asshole.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head deeper between her legs until my
tongue reached her asshole. I circled my tongue around it and my orgasm
grew stronger from the taste of her ass.

I felt blood entering my tongue and it started growing hard and erect
and took the form of a penis. I could still taste her asshole, but my
tongue was in the shape of a hard cock, and I could feel the pleasure of
what I imagined a man's penis felt like entering a woman's asshole. She
grabbed the back of my head and started fucking herself with my cock shaped
tongue, and I moved it around tasting the walls of her asshole.

My female orgasms were still constant. Then she reached down and
grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out of her asshole and rammed me up her
cunt. She let out an evil scream as her pussy grew wetter and her juices
squirted out on my face soaking my hair.

The pulses in my cock tongue started pounding and I could feel an
incredible feeling of semen building in my stomach as it worked its way up
my throat. My pussy was in a constant state of orgasm, and the pleasure
was exploding through my body with extreme intensity. Her grip tightened
on my head and she pumped my cock tongue up her cunt with incredible force.
I screamed, as my female orgasms grew stronger then ever. I felt the semen
running up my throat to the inside of my tongue and finally erupting loads
of cum up her pussy. She kept forcing me in her and loads after loads of
semen erupted out of my tongue till my stomach was empty.

I felt her two tongues slither out of my pussy and asshole. My tongue
popped out of her pussy and began to soften until it returned to the shape
of my normal tongue. She turned me around again and placed me on my feet.

She took a step back and looked at me. I looked down at my naked body
and all the whip marks and knife cuts were gone. I looked up at her and
she was grinning at me with her evil teeth again. I looked at them and
they started changing shape into normal teeth. Her black and red eyes
changed color and turned to brown. She moved closer to me and kissed me on
the lips gently. I opened my mouth slightly and felt her warm sweet
tongue. I broke the kiss and looked at her and reached behind her head and
slowly removed her mask. Her pretty light brown hair fell out, and she
brushed it off her face and looked at me. I moved closer and studied her
face and realized that it was my face.

"You look just like me." I said
"I am you......I'm the dark Britney."

I gasped hard and my eyes came open. I sat up quickly and looked
around, and realized I was laying on my couch in my living room. I looked
down at my lap and my pants were torn. My body was weak and my hands were
sore. I realized that while I was asleep I had been trying to get in my
pants to touch my pussy, and I had torn my pants and underwear apart doing
it. I looked at the couch and saw that I had peed all over it. My pussy
was sore from having rubbed it so hard. My upper legs and vagina was
sticky with cum from my orgasms.

"That was so fucking incredible." I said to myself

I sat on the couch and continued thinking about my dream. My body was
weak and I managed enough energy to get up. I walked over to the closet
and pulled my steam cleaner out. I turned it on and sprayed water on the
couch and sucked up all my urine and pussy juice off the couch. I walked
in the bathroom to get cleaned up before I went to bed. I took my clothes
off and did not have enough energy to get in the shower. I walked down my
hall naked and crashed on my bed without covering myself.

I slept hard all night without waking. My alarm clock went off and I
could barely move. I slowly rolled out of bed and got to my feet. The
muscles in my legs and stomach were aching and I felt like a whole army
fucked me last night.

I climbed in the shower, and the hot water felt good on my soar body.
The soap burned the rash on my pussy that I got from fingering myself as I
was dreaming. I got dressed and went outside and jumped in my corvette. I
looked at myself in the mirror as I drove to work. My hair looked awful,
and my eyes were blood shot. I wished I looked like I did at the beginning
of my dream when I was on the beach with that hot guy.

When I arrived at work I talked with Mark about my experience. I told
him about the pills she gave me. Mark was fascinated as he listened to me
explain my dream I had after I took the pills.

A man walked in and asked us if anyone has a blue corvette. I quickly
ran outside to the parking lot. I reached my car to find the windshield
was shattered. There was a rock sitting on the dash. I didn't get upset
this time and I opened my door and took out the memory card that was in the
cameras. I walked back inside and Mark had his laptop. We played the
video and it showed a women driving by in a white car. The video was
blurry and low quality, but Mark identified Kelly's face as she leaned out
her window and threw the rock at my windshield.

"That stupid jealous bitch, you don't fuck with someone's car." Mark
said
"At least now we have proof and we can take her ass to court and she
will have to pay for the damage." I said

I called my insurance company and they sent a person to fix my
windshield why I was at work. As a temporary solution I bought some cheap
paint from the auto parts store, and covered the word SLUT that was carved
in my hood.

A few days later I was sitting in court. Kelly glared at me as I
presented the judge with the video. I sat in the court room half the day,
until the judge finally had his verdict. He said that the video was not
clear enough to match the face with Kelly's. Court was over and the judge
walked up to me and apologized, saying there was nothing he could do.

I walked out to the parking lot, with my heart full of anger, and my
eyes full of tears. A white car pulled up to me and I looked inside and it
was Kelly.

"You were not as smart as you thought you were, with those camera were
you.....You dumb slut." She said as she quickly drove off.

I was furious as I drove to Mark's apartment. He let me in, and he
hugged me as I cried on his shoulder. We sat at the table and I drank a
beer with him to calm my nerves.

"I just wish there was something we could do to get back at her." Mark
said

I continued drinking my beer starting to feel a nice buzz in my head. I
was staring at the table still pouting, when a light went off in my head.
Mark had a magazine on the table and he was flipping through it as he
sipped his beer.

"Hey Mark, did you ever sleep with Kelly?" I asked
"No I felt her up a few times but she never let me fuck her."
"I hate to admit it but she was a hot little bitch." I said

Mark looked at me curiously.

"Do you still want to fuck her?" I asked.
"Not after what she did to your car." He said
"What if I got some more of those pills? We could sneak
in her house somehow and spice her drink with it then we could get our
revenge." I said

Mark and I spent the rest of the evening plotting our evil plan. It was
getting late and Mark fucked me on his kitchen floor before I went home.

The next day I clocked out for lunch and quickly drove to the adult book
store. Jan smiled at me as I walked in.

"Did you like the pills?" she asked
"Oh my god they were incredible." I said
"So I suppose you want some more." She said
"Yes I need a few more and I'm on my lunch break, so can we
go in the back room so I can pay you for them?" I said

Jan smiled at me as I walked behind the counter and grabbed Jan's hand
and walked in the room with her.

"I only have a few minutes to pay you for the pills." I said

I sat her down on a table and quickly started undoing her jeans. I
worked her jeans and panties off, and she put her legs on my shoulders and
I started rubbing her clit with two fingers as I stuck my tongue in her
pussy. I spread her legs more opening her butt cheeks and I ran my
tongue from her asshole up her slit. I was getting hot from the smell of
her cunt, as I tongued both of her holes. I worked my hand down my pants
and rubbed my fingers in my pussy. Jan's moan turned into a scream as I
moved my tongue in her.

"If you fuck me with a strap on, I will let you keep it, along with the
pills." she said

I walked over and grabbed one off the shelf. I took it out
of the package and took off my pants. I stepped into it and pulled
it up to my waist. I stroked it as I walked up to her. I leaned over
and kissed her as I rammed it up her pussy. I felt her muscles tighten
and I fucked her with all my force, until I felt her warm cum dripping down
my leg. I stood up and Jan's eyes were closed and she was breathing hard.

"I have to get going." I said
"Let me get you those pills." She said as she lied there catching her
breath.

I took the strap on off and put my pants back on. We walked back into
the store, and Jan reached under the counter and gave me a full bottle of
the pills. I gave her a long kiss as an old man watched from the adult
video section with his cock bulging in his pants. I rushed out of the
store and gave the man a smile as I walked by with the strap on in my
hand.

When I arrived back at work I showed Mark the pills. We watched the
clock the rest of the day until our shift was finally over. I got in
Mark's car and we drove to the department store where Kelly worked. We
drove around the parking lot until Mark identified her car. He handed me
a clothes hanger as I walked up to it and looked in the window. I saw a
bottle of soda sitting in the cup holder. I knelt down under the door and
grabbed the hanger to break in. I pulled the handle and to my surprise it
was not locked. I climbed in the car and grabbed the soda. The lid was
loose and it was half gone. I screwed off the lid and I reached in my
pocket and pulled the baggy out, and carefully poured the crushed pills in
the drink. I quickly screwed the cap back on and closed her door and
jumped in Mark's car.

We drove behind the building. I got out of the car and walked in front
of the store and I sat on a bench with a magazine in my hand and dark sun
glasses on so she wouldn't recognize me. I waited there a few minutes and
I saw her come out of the store and walk towards her car. I waited till
her back was turned to me, and I stood up quickly and rushed to the back of
the store where Mark was in his car waiting for me. I jumped in and we
followed Kelly's car keeping a good distance.

I knew that it took at least twenty minutes for the pills to start to
work. Still I worried as we followed. Kelly is probably the worst enemy I
have ever had, after all the things that she's done to my corvette that I
loved, but I didn't want to see her fall asleep in her car and get in a
wreck.

She pulled into her apartment buildings, and Mark parked across the
street. We watched her get out of her car. She was holding the soda
bottle and we watched her put it up to her mouth and drink it as she walked
up the stairs to her apartment. We waited for about fifteen minutes and we
walked up to her door. I hid around the corner as Mark stood in front of
her door. He knocked loudly then ran quickly around the corner. A moment
passed by and there was no answer.

I walked up to her door with a credit card to pick the lock. I turned
the knob and the door was unlocked. Mark walked up to me, and I slowly
opened the door and looked inside. The living room and kitchen was empty
and my heart pounded in my chest as I walked in slowly. I looked around
and on the kitchen table I saw the empty soda bottle. I walked up to the
bedroom, and the door was cracked. I peeked in and saw Kelly lying on her
side on her bed. I looked at Mark and I slowly walked up to her. I put my
hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. Kelly's body felt limp and her
eyes remained closed.

Mark walked up to me, and we both stared at her pretty face. She had
long blonde curly hair, a pug nose and soft perky lips, her tits were small
and firm. She had pale milky white skin, with a small cute waist.

She was in her work clothes. She was wearing a green vest with a grey
cotton shirt, and tight jeans that showed her sexy ass off. Mark motioned
me to walk out of the room with him. We walked in the living room and
looked at each other.

"Mark I don't know if we should do this." I whispered
"Yea, let's leave." He said

As we walked out I looked down at the coffee table, and saw a long
knife. I picked it up and Mark and I stared at it. There were blue paint
chips from my Corvette on it. I closed my eyes and saw my car with the
word slut scratched on the hood. I heard the words "You were not as smart
as you thought you were with those camera were you.....You dumb slut."

I began getting angry as I thought about Kelly's words. Mark looked at
the knife and smiled at me. We walked back in the room and both looked at
her lying on the bed as she started talking in her sleep. We couldn't make
out the words as she mumbled. Her hands worked down and searched for the
zipper on her jeans.

"Let's get her naked." Mark said

We got on the bed and stood over her on our knees. I worked on her belt
and her jean zipper, and Mark lifted her limp sleeping body and worked her
shirt and vest off. I got off the bed and had to use a lot of force as I
pulled her tight jeans off with both hands. Mark and I looked at Kelly's
sexy body as she lied on the bed. She was now only wearing a bra and
panties.

Mark and I walked back to my car, and in my trunk I had my strap on
dildo. We walked back in the apartment and we both looked at Kelly's sexy
pale body.

I put my arms around Mark and kissed him.

"This is going to be so much fun." He said
"I guarantee she'll be out at least two hours, we can do whatever we want
with her." I said as I started working off Mark's clothes.
"First thing I want to do is fuck her." He said. "I have been dreaming
about doing that ever since I met her."
"Do you mind if I lick her pussy first." I said
"You love licking pussy don't you?" He said
"I have licked three girls pussy's now, and the more I do it the more I
like it. I love the way the smooth skin feels on my tongue, and I love
the taste and the way a pussy smells." I said

I knelt down and parted Kelly's soft legs. Kelly's panties had a
wet spot that was coming through her panties and she was moaning in
her sleep. Mark stood over me whacking off as I grabbed the side of her
pink panties and slowly pulled them aside until we could both see her
cute mound. It was perky and it had short blonde hairs.

"That is such a sexy little pussy." I said.

I slowly leaned my head closer till I could smell her sweet musky
vagina. I slowly licked around her inner leg, and her mouth opened and took
a huge breath. I blew softly on her pussy, and I felt my cunt swell up. I
continued teasing her vagina as I worked my panties off. I stood up and
pulled my hair back I grabbed my tits and started pinching my nipples and
then worked my hand down my stomach till my finger reached my clit. I
stuck my tongue out and I moved my head between Kelly's legs. My tongue
touched her pussy and I ran my tongue up her slit as slowly and softly as I
could. Kelly let out a loud moan as my tongue moved up her mound. I stuck
my tongue out as far as I could and I devoured the taste of her juices as
my tongue penetrated her cunt. Kelly's legs started shaking and I didn't
want to stop licking her delicious cunt.

"I want to fuck her now Britney." Mark said.

I pulled my head up and released her panties as they slapped against her
pussy and covered it again. Mark got on top of her and studied her face as
he aimed his dick at her crotch. I parted her panties again, and I watched
her folds open up and hug Mark's hard on as he slowly pushed into her.

He fucked her slowly and Kelly moaned loud as Mark kissed and licked her
lips. I stood up and fingered myself as I watched Mark finally get to fuck
his old love.

"Augh aughh aughhh." She continuously moaned.

Mark fucked her harder and harder and her eyes opened, and I could only
see the white of her eyes, as her eyeballs flickered in the back of her
head.

"Mark, Don't cum in her, you don't want to get her pregnant." I said

Mark pulled out and got up frustrated.

"Dam I want to cum in her, she is so tight her pussy squeezed my cock as
I fucked her." He said "Why don't you fuck her up the ass you can cum in
there all you want." I said

Mark quickly walked up to her holding his cock. "No not yet we have to
get it ready first." I said "Want me to do it?" he asked "No I want to." I
said

Kelly was lying on her back still, and her face had a confused
expression as she mumbled words I could not make out. Mark stood next to
me with his prick pointed straight in the air. I grabbed her panty waist
line with both hands and pulled them down her legs and hung them on Mark's
dick like a towel holder.

"Here you hold on to those." I said laughing.
"Do you want to clean her before we do this?" Mark asked.

I parted her legs more and I put my head deep between her legs and
sniffed her asshole.

"It's not too bad." I said "What do you think?"

Mark knelt down and I spread her Butt cheeks as he sniffed her.

"Are you sure you don't want to wash her before you stick your tongue up
there." He said

I put my finger on her asshole, and Mark watched as I worked my finger
in. Her asshole was tight and it hugged my finger as I pushed it in to the
end of my finger nail. I loosened my hand and her asshole pushed my finger
out. I looked at Mark and I put my finger in my mouth.

"I like the way it is now." I said
"You are such a nasty girl." He said smiling.

I smiled back as I brought my head down and gently ran my tongue on her
anus. I circled her asshole several times. Kelly moaned in her sleep as
she kept speaking gibberish. I worked my finger up her cunt, pressing up
on her pubic wall as I ran my tongue around her asshole. I pulled my
finger out of her pussy and placed it on her asshole and I watched my wet
finger slide in.

"Can I fuck her now?" Mark asked.
"No, I'm not done yet. You are going to have to be patient." I said as I
pumped my finger up her ass.
"Suck my cock then, and get it nice and wet for her." He said
"I don't want to suck your cock, I'm busy, make her suck it." I said

Mark grinned as he moved over to her face. I still had my finger up her
ass and I licked her cunt while I watched Mark. He rested his hard dick on
her lips and her mouth parted. He slowly pushed his cock in her mouth, and
she began licking the head of his prick. Mark pushed his dick in more and
began fucking her mouth. I watched as he got more exited and started
ramming his cock deeper in her mouth. Her asshole tightened on my finger
with each thrust down her throat. Suddenly her face lifted up, and she
started chocking. Mark pulled out of her mouth and stepped back and looked
at me terrified. My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at Kelly's
face. Her eyes opened slightly and I still could only see the white of her
eyes. Then she closed them and rested her head back on the bed. Mark and
I both took a huge sigh of relief.

"I think her asshole is ready for you now." I said

Mark and I sucked on her tits, before we rolled her over on her stomach.
Mark moved behind her and admired her soft beautiful butt cheeks. I
straddled her back and with both hands I spread her ass open and leaned
down and stuck my tongue up her asshole again. Mark looked down patiently
waiting with his throbbing cock. I felt her asshole open as his cock
replaced my tongue.

Kelly started moaning again as he moved his cock up her tight asshole. I
maneuvered over and spread my legs and scooted my butt to where my pussy
was inches away from the top of her head. I lifted her head, and held her
face on top of my privates. I closed my eyes and could feel her hot breath
against my pussy as she moaned. I lowered her head and placed her nose on
my pussy. Her nose moved in my folds and up to my clit over and over as
Mark pounded her. I pulled my legs back and her face landed on my pussy
and I pushed her nose down to where it was rubbing against my asshole.

"That's' what you get for fucking with my car," I said. "You get to
smell my asshole."

I rubbed my clit and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I felt the
pleasure in my body start to rise, and I started moaning as I rubbed my
clit furiously. I felt a tingling in my pussy, and I grabbed her head with
two hands and rubbed her face in my cunt. I screamed loud as I used
Kelly's face to pleasure my twat, during my orgasm. I looked up at Mark
and he started grunting as he milked his cock up her ass.

I lifted Kelly's face and she was breathing hard and had a frustrated
look on her face.

"Please, Please make me cum." She moaned in her sleep.

I rolled her over on her back. There was a huge wet stain where her pussy
was.

"Looks like she's already came a few times." Mark said
"Please." She moaned

I got up and grabbed the strap on. I stepped into it and pulled it up
to my waist.

"I don't think you deserve this after all the shit you've done to me." I
said starring at her sleeping face.

Her body was limp and her legs shacked as I climbed on top of her. She moaned loud as I fucked her.

"Are you going to cum!" I said "Am I going to make you cum you dumb
slut."

Her eyes flickered in her head as her arms wrapped around my back as she
screamed. I rammed my fake cock in her as hard as I could. She screamed
loud, and I felt her nails claw into my back. I winced in pain as her
nails dug into my skin. I stopped moving and I felt her cum running down
my leg. I got up and straightened my back, and gritted my teeth waiting
for the pain to fade. I looked down at her and she seemed to have a smirk
on her face as she lied there breathing hard.

"Pick her up and bring her into the kitchen. We are going to fuck her
some more." I said in an angry voice.

Mark lifted her limp body over his right shoulder and I followed Mark
out of the room with my plastic cock swinging back and forth as I walked.
We got to the kitchen I looked at her ass hanging over Mark's shoulder. I
saw Mark's cum start to bubble out of Kelly's asshole. Mark watched as I
walked up to him and berried my face in her ass and sucked Mark's spunk out
of her hole. Mark laid her on her back on the tile floor, and I knelt down
by her head and forced her mouth open. I started kissing her, and I moved
my tongue in her mouth, as I swapped his sperm to her. She moved her hand
down her body and she started rubbing her cunt. I glared at her, as she
still had that smirk on her face. I gathered the rest of the cum that was
in my mouth, and mixed it with saliva. I spit it between her eyes, and
watched it run down her cheek.

"Oooohh I can't stand this bitch!" I said "Just the look on her face
pisses me off."

I pulled my strap on off and tied it around her head to where the
plastic dick was sticking straight in the air off her face. Mark watched
as I squatted over her face. I took the whole length of the hard plastic
cock up my cunt, as I sat on her face. I bounced up and down on her head
with the dildo penetrating me. Mark's cock grew hard again, and he rammed
it up her pussy as we faced each other.

"I'm having so much fun" He said smiling
"Me too." I said as I fucked Kelly's face and he continued fucking her
pussy.
"She is like our blow up doll." He said
"She is very life like huh." I said laughing

Pleasure shot through my body again as I bounced up and down on Kelly's
face. I looked down and squeezed both of her tits, and screamed as I
watched my pussy squirt all over her face during my orgasm. I stood up
laughing as I continued rubbing my wet pussy. Mark pulled out of her
again, worried about cumming inside of her. I undid the strap on off her
face.

"I'm in the mood to get fucked up the ass." I said

I worked the strap on up Kelly's legs until it was sticking straight up
in the air on her crotch. I squatted down and worked the cock up my
asshole as I faced her and looked at the shit eating grin on her face.
I rubbed my pussy and closed my eyes feeling the pleasure of the dick up
my ass as I bounced up and down on it.

"Mark, lift her face up." I said

Mark bent down and pulled her head up, and I looked at her pretty face.
The cock was still up my ass and I leaned back and pulled my pussy lips
apart. I felt the relief of my bladder empty as I watched my piss stream
shoot out and splash on her face. Mark opened her mouth and it sounded
like a toilet bowl as my pee shot in her mouth and ran out down her chin.
My flow stopped and Kelly coughed as my piss gushed out her mouth.

I sat her up and held her head still as Mark stood over us and jacked
off. He started grunting, and I watched his semen shoot out of his dick
hitting Kelly between the eyes and oozed down her face.

"We have to get her cleaned up now before she wakes." Mark said

I helped mark pick up her limp petite body. Mark carried her into the
bathroom and put her in the tub. I ran the water and put shampoo on her
hair. I rubbed soap on her pussy and asshole to destroy the evidence. We
pulled her out of the tub, and dried her. I used her hair drier on her
hair. We carried her still naked body back into the bedroom. I licked her
tasty cunt again before I put on her panties. We dressed her and lied her
on the bed like we left her. I cleaned the piss and cum off the kitchen
floor before we left.

The New Wife Learns to be a Good Bitch

ginagirl on Forced Stories

Everything about the wedding had been just perfect, even if marrying Jeffrey hadn't been exactly her choice. But her father had pressured her relentlessly, telling her what a good match it was, how very wealthy Jeffrey was. And he was handsome and successful. At 28, her mother said, Carla was getting a little over the hill, which was kind of insulting, but possible true. And she wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but definitely pretty, and with a good figure. So finally, she gave in.

Since everyone seemed to be deciding things without her input, Carla wasn't even that curious about this mysterious honeymoon destination that Jeffrey had planned. They'd boarded a private jet shortly

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after the reception and it was dark by the time they touched down. She'd napped on the plane, but was still kind of tired, so when the little shuttle bus dropped them off a the resort, she was ready to get some sleep and hit the beach in the morning. But when she came out of the bathroom, Jeffrey put his arms around her and said he'd been waiting all day to fuck his new wife. She pushed him away, saying, "Don't be crude, Jeff. That's hardly any way to get me in the mood." His eyes hardened. "I'd hoped you'd be a little more cooperative to start, but I can see I've got my work cut out for me."

"What are you talking about?" she said, turning away. But he grabbed her arm and spun her back. "Perhaps you don't quite understand your position, Carla. You're mine, now."

She tried to push away. "Well, of course I am. We said our vows and everything. But don't act like some sort of caveman." To her utter shock, he slapped her across the face, which stunned her into silence.

"Let's be very clear, Carla. I consider you to be mine in the sense that you are my property. I more or less bought you from your dear father in settlement of some significant debt, and in consideration for future business arrangements. I am not the sort of man who lets a woman disobey him or do anything except what I say she will do. When I say "own" ... I mean it. I believe wives have specific functions, which you will carry out to my standards or face unpleasant consquences."

Carla had been too stunned to reply, but now her anger was at full boil. "Let me go, you son of a bitch. LIke hell I'm your property. I'm on the next plane home tomorrow, and I'll get an annulment. Fuck you!"

He slapped her again and then pushed her up against the wall. "So that's how you want to play it, fine." He pushed her face down on the bed, and quickly tied something around her wrists. "I'll scream!" she threatened.

"Fine," he chuckled. "No one here will care. This resort caters to men like me. The women here have no say in anything. "And," he added, "we will be staying here for quite a while, several weeks, perhaps longer, depending on your learning curve." He pulled her off the bed and sat her in a chair, then took a couple of ropes out of a drawer and tied her ankles to the chair legs, with her thighs spread open. He pulled a chair up to face her and sat down. Reaching out, he yanked open the front of her sexy honeymoon neglige. "These are the facts of life, Carla, of your life, anyway... from now on. I could have had you without marrying you, but social mores being what they are, it's wise to have a wife. You will be an asset in more ways than one. So let me give you a brief, shall we say, job description. If I choose to father children, you will be the brood mare, so to speak. Unless and until I do decide, your primary responsibility is to service me, anytime, anywhere, however I choose." He patted the front of his trousers. "Keeping your husband happy is what you will live for. And that means you worship this cock, and you obey my orders no matter what they are."

Carla started to speak, to protest, but he raised his hand and she closed her mouth. "Secondly," he reached between her legs and parted her pussy lips, "this nice little fuckhole, and your ass, and your mouth," are for servicing cock, mine and anyone else's I allow to have use of you. These nice tits... mine, too." He got up and poured himself a drink. "Don't think for a moment that this is some sort of partnership. Some men may want that. I don't. To me, a woman is basically a bitch, a breeder, a fucktoy. I think that's what they are made for. That's why they've got a pussy, and ass, and a mouth, because a cock fits nicely in them. And we're going to stay here until you fully understand that. I know I will enjoy your training, I don't really are if you do or not. Your pleasure is of no importance to me. However, with proper conditioning, I daresay you will become a very willing and eager slut, since all bitches are basically slaves to their orgasms. Kind of like Pavlov's dogs... eventually just the sight of cock will have you panting and spreading your legs and wagging your ass."

Carla was about to faint from shock. She couldn't find any words. This was all some sort of bizarre nightmare form which she would wake up. He was acting as if she was going to be some sort of sick sex slave. Like hell, she thought. As if reading her mind, he chuckled. "Oh, you'll learn. And the first lesson is right now." Jeffrey was tall, and standing beside the chair, his crotch was easily even with her face. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and forcibly turned her face toward it. He rubbed it all over her face, letting it get harder and harder as she tried to squirm away. Once his pole had stiffened sufficiently, he reached into the drawer again and pulled out a leather strap with a ring in it. "I can't really trust you yet not to do me some injury, so this will prevent that, and also give you a graphic example of how easily I can use you. Without warning, he pried her mouth open, popped the metal ring between her teeth and secured the strap around her head. Now her mouth was opened in an O shape. He straddled the chair and slid his erection into her mouth, letting it lie on her tongue. Slowly he stroked it back and forth.

"You see, Carla, ..." he paused, "I probably won't use that name except in public. In private, I'll be using more functional names, like job titles. So, let me start again. You see, cunt... your job description has, shall we say, several bullet points. One of them is cocksucker. So you will have to get very good at it. Since I doubt you'd be very cooperative at the moment, nd since my cock needs servicing, we'll do it this way. I fuck your mouth as long as I want, as deep as I want, and you'll swallow my cum. I'll forego you licking me clean, at least for the moment." He suited his actions to his words, and picked up a steady rhythm, holding Carla's head between his hands and thrusting into her without regard for her discomfort. Suddenly he stopped. "Oh, but it IS our honeymoon after all. Perhaps I'm being selfish." Back to the drawer he went and this time came out with a lavender vibrating dildo. Unceremoniously, he spread her pussy open, worked it in, ignoring her protests. "Don't whine. It's already kind of wet... I knew you had a slut streak in you." Flicking it on, he resumed his position and thrust his cock into her mouth. Sure enough, as he had predicted, Carla began to quiver from the deep vibrations in her vagina. He reached down and turned it up to high and then began brutally using her face like a pussy, his cock goins so deep she could only breathe between strokes. At last he buried himself to the hilt and held it there as she was torn between trying ot breathe and cumming all over the vibrator. He drew back and then shot his load down her throat. She had to swallow it.

"Not bad," he shrugged. "Your father thought you'd be decent cocksucker, but we'll see. Now I'm going to get some sleep, and you get to think about your future... I think some fresh air would be helpful. He scooted her and the chair across the carpet and onto the patio. "But it's kind of hot out here, don't you think." He ripped away the sheer fabric of her nightgown, leaving her completely naked, the dildo still in her pussy. He turned her to face outward, toward the little gravel path that ran along in front of the bungalows. In the daylight, she would be on display for anyone passing by. Before going in, he fondled her breasts. "These are pretty nice, but I think I'd like them bigger. We'll take care of that while we're here, too." Thoughtfully, he decided to remove the O ring from her mouth. "Feel free to chat with anyone who comes by," he said. Any woman on this island is fair game for any man who feels like using her, but until I put your cunt label on you, they'll just look and handle."

He left Carla there, shivering a little the dark, wondering what in the world did he mean by 'cunt label,' and could this really he happening to her?

TO BE CONTINUED...

Slut Wife raped, abused and more

sexybabymindy on Forced Stories

BE WARNED! This story is very brutal and dark and not for the light hearted or weak stomached. You must like it hard to like this story.

 

I am one of those few men who are blessed with having an absolutely beautiful wife. Her name is Mindy and she is 25 years old, 5’4”, 105 pounds, very petite, with short brown hair with blonde highlights, 34 C breasts that look gorgeous on her small frame and these huge brown eyes.  Her body is very tight and so

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lid as she works out five days a week. How she ended up with a guy like me I will never know. On top of being absolutely beautiful she was a wildcat in bed and loves to fuck and is very kinky. This brings me to my story.

 

Most men who have beautiful wives are very jealous and over protective, but not me. I wanted to see her fuck other men. More specifically big black well endowed men. For a long time I kept this fantasy to myself and never said anything. When I would have sex with her I would close my eyes and imagine a big black man having his way with her. I would look at porn with black men online and picture her face there instead of the porn stars. It started to dominate my sex life and normal life; it was all I could think about. It got so bad that I would be sitting and watching TV and just start starring at her wishing she would fuck a different guy every night of the week.

 

This went on for about 6 months until I could not stand it any more and I decided to say something to her. I waited until one night when we were making love and I was eating out her pussy and fingering her. I knew if she was horny she would like the idea more. Right before she was ready to cum, I quit licking her pussy but continued to finger her and told her I had a question to ask her. She moaned yes and so I just came out and said it. I told her that I wanted to watch her fuck other men as many as she wants and preferably well hung black men. She instantly starting bucking and screaming as I watched her have one of the biggest orgasms I have ever seen her have, just from me lightly fingering her and talking to her about fucking other men. After 30 seconds of her screaming at the top of her lungs she relaxed and looked down at me and asked if I was serious. I said I was dead serious and she started smiling at me and said that she wanted more variety and had been thinking about being with other men for a long time also. That night we fucked like we had never fucked before. She came almost constantly and I squirted more cum into her hot pussy than I ever had before.

 

After were finished fucking we started talking about how we would go about this the first time. We wanted it to be very erotic, kinky and wild, but still wanted me to be able to watch. We decided that the way that sounded the most fun was to have her dress in a very short, very low cut, strappy dress. With a thong and no bra and 6 inch porno type heels and go to a local club that a lot of army guys hang out in from a military base in our area. We would go in separately, she would flirt, drink, build up her nerve and pick up one or two of them, bring them out to the alley and fuck them in the alley. I would follow after a few minutes, find a good hiding spot and watch her selected man or men fuck her like a total slut in the alley and when they were finished with her I would come over and fuck her cum filled loose pussy. It was a good plan, but as plans usually goes, especially a plan like this, things rarely go according plan and our lives would forever be changed by the events of that night.

 

Well it was all set. It was Saturday night on a warm summer day. Her dress barely covered her ass and if she bent over you would be able to see her thong and you could clearly see she had no bra on and the outline of her beautiful breasts under her dress. We drove separately so that we would not be seen together at all. She entered the club first and I came in a few minutes later and got a table towards the back, order a pitcher of beer, and sat back and watched. She was instantly very popular. She started dancing and walking around the club and guys were thronging to her. Skinny, tall, fat, short, ugly, handsome they were all asking her to dance or offering to buy her a drinks, which she eagerly accepted to take the edge off what she is about too do.

 

This went on for about two hours and she was getting fairly drunk. Not stumbling drunk, but she had enough to drink to impair her judgment some what. That and she also had settled into talking and dancing with three large men with crew cuts that looked like marines from the nearby military base. One was white and two were black and all three were very large a muscled. She flirted and dirty danced with all three through course of several hours. It was driving me crazy to watch her rub, dance and feel these three huge men. My cock was about ready to tear out of my pants as I sat back and watched her act like a wanton slut on and off the dance floor. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. I was hoping that she would go through with the plan and pick one of them to fuck in the alley behind the club. I had already picked out a good hiding place before I had entered.

 

After we had been in the club for about 4 hours I could tell she was zeroing in on one of the black guys. I saw her lean in whisper something in his ear and walk back to the ladies room. While she was gone he said something to his buddies and they all started laughing and high fiving each other and I knew she had told him what she wanted. When she returned she took him by the hand and led him out of the club. I waited for a few minutes and followed them and went directly to my hiding place behind a tall stack of crates. I had a great view of the action.

 

The alley was a typical alley in a fairly large town. Some dumpsters, lots of trash a few stacks of wooden pallets here and there. A couple of scattered alley lights. Lots of places for me to hide and watch the show as it unfolded in front of me. Little did I know how much of a show I was in for and how much it was going to get out of hand.

 

As I settled into my hiding place I could see Mindy making out with the large black man she had been flirting with the entire night inside the club. He was leaning up against the back wall of the night club her back was towards the alley. He already had her dress pulled down around her waist baring her breasts. One hand grabbed her ass while the other groped her breasts. They were making out quite passionately he was sticking his tongue deeply down her throat his hands all over her body. I could hear her moan as his hands wonder all over her body. He began getting a bit rougher pinching her nipples and pulling her hair, but she didn’t seem to mind and almost seemed liked she liked it. This went on for about ten minutes. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. So I took it out and gently masturbated as I watched my wife get mauled by this big black man.

 

As I was watching getting hornier by the second, some movement caught my eye. I looked over and saw the other two men she had been flirting with walking down the alley towards were my wife and the big black man were making out. My wife was totally into what she was doing and did not even notice the other two men coming down the alley, something inside of me told me I should warn her, but I couldn’t do it. I was transfixed on what might happen; besides she might have told them that she wanted to do all of them. Pre cum started to dribble from my cock at the thought of multiple men fucking my wife tonight, little did I know how true that statement was going to be.

 

The two other men closed the last couple of steps very quickly and grabbed my wife very roughly by the arms and pulled her back off the other man. Each one had a firm grip on her arms. She screamed a little bit then looked around recognized the guys and seemed to relax a little bit. “What are you guys doing? I am trying to have some fun with your friend here, there is enough too go around but you will have to wait for some other time only one at a…” The big black guy that she had been making out reached out and slapped her hard across the face, the smack echoed down the alley. “Shut up bitch he shouted” and reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back painfully and looked down into her eyes. “Listen here bitch you teased us all in there and now you are going to get what you deserve before we ship out tomorrow” he said leering down at her. I knew I should run out and help her, save her, but I was totally hypnotized and much to my dismay extremely turned on by the site of my beautiful petite wife being abused by this big black man. She started crying and looked up at the big man in fear “please stop” she begged “I don’t want to play …” He jerked back hard on her hair again and punched her hard in the stomach. She let out a let squeal as the wind was knocked from her and he yelled again, “I said shut up cunt, if you know what is good for her you will keep your mouth shut!” Then to drive his point home he back handed her hard across the face. She went limp in the other two men’s arm and just hung there crying and sobbing. At that point I shot my wad all over the crate in front of me. It was the hardest I had ever cum in my entire life. The site of my wife, half naked, breasts hanging out being held, beat by and used by these big men was more than I could handle, I was sure this was not the last time I was going to cum tonight.

 

They smacked her around some more just to prove their point then drug her over to some wooden pallets that were stacked on top of each other about 3 to 3 1/2 feet off the ground, just right a waist height. They roughly ripped her dress off of her and laid her down on the pallet. She was still sobbing and crying from her beating, but was not fighting anymore or talking. The pallets were not very wide. So her ass and pussy were stuck just a little over the edge of the top pallet and her legs also hung over and down forcing her to arch her back and making for easy access to either hole and her shoulders were even with the other side so her head hung off the end giving a perfect angle to stick a cock in her mouth. Once she was laid on top of the pallets they found some old dirty rope lying in the alley next to one of the crates and spread and tie her legs and arms down very tightly to the pallets. Next they put a piece of rope around her neck so she could not raise her head. She was forced to have it hang down the back side of the pallet in a very uncomfortable position. At this point she tried to fight back but it was too late, she was tied so tightly that she could not move and anytime she struggled the rope tying her head down around her neck would choke her. I knew I should run and get help, but I have never been this turned on, I was about ready to squirt my second load of cum, seeing  my beautiful and petite wife tied down and spread open on those crates with nothing but a thong and 6 inch heels on about to be raped by three very large men.

 

The big black man that she had originally brought out with her unzipped his pants and released the biggest cock I had ever seen, fully erect and walked up to her head, “now you don’t think you are so cute do you bitch”.  “Please don’t hurt me she began to sob…” He smacked her hard again. “I told you to shut up” he whispered “if you don’t I will hurt you very badly”. She again fell silent. He then grabbed his cock and began to force it into her mouth. She clenched her teeth shut. “Listen bitch, open up your mouth or I will knock your teeth out”. She reluctantly opened her mouth and he slowly started to push his huge cock into her mouth. Even from my hiding spot I could see her jaws stretching to try and accommodate the big member. I thought he would stop, but he just kept going pushing his cock all the way into her mouth and throat. He buried it all the way in her throat and mouth, I could see her body jerking as she gagged on the huge cock and I could see her eyes watering. Then he reached down grabbed her hair and roughly started force fucking her mouth, hard. I could hear her trying to scream around his cock. I knew by her struggles that this was chocking her and that she could not breathe. I knew once again I should run and get help, that my wife would never be the same if she survived this rape, but I was still entranced on it. While the first guy was force fucking her throat the other black guy walked up between her legs, unzipped his pants released another huge cock, pulled her thong panties to the side exposing her shaved, tight little pussy and unceremoniously shoved his cock all the way to the hilt. “Hey” hey shouted to the other guy “this bitch is wet; I think she might be getting off on this”. That made Mindy struggle even harder, but there was nothing she could do about it as the both hammered away at her. Pounding her pussy, he reached out and brutally slapped her breasts as hard as he could. As soon as the other guys cock hit her bare, shaved petite little pussy I couldn’t last any longer and shot my second load and came even harder than the first time. When I looked up from my orgasm I noticed that the third man had disappeared.

 

My erection quickly recovered as I watched the two remaining guys pound my wife for a few more minutes. I could tell she could not breathe and her struggles became less and less as the guy continued to brutally throat fuck her, while his buddy pounded her tight little pussy. After about 2 minutes I saw her body go limp and heard the guy in her throat start to moan and groan and shoot his load deep in her throat and then pull out, a few seconds later his buddy also cam deeply into her unprotected pussy. As he pulled his limp cock out of her throat all the cum he had shot in there was running out of her mouth and down her face. Her head rolled to the side, she was completely motionless. As the other guy pulled back his cum ran out of her pussy and down her legs. The first black guy bent down put his ear next to her mouth. I held my breath as I was not sure if she was still alive or not. He looked up to at his buddy “she is still breathing, just passed out” he said, slapping her cum covered face hard. “Where did jack go?”

 

About that time the white man named Jack, came back around the corner leading about 20 or so men from inside the bar, all of which Mindy had flirted with at some point during the night. “I just figured all of these men should have a chance at that little cock tease” he said “did you two have your fun?” The first guy said “we sure did, help yourselves boys, all holes up for grabs, plus she is passed out so don’t worry about her struggling too much until she wakes up”. I saw my chance and snuck out of my hiding place and blended into the men. They formed three lines, one lined up to fuck her ass or pussy, one to fuck her mouth and throat and one to play with, abuse and cum on her tits. One after another, fat, small, old, young, clean, dirty they all walked up and had their turn. I watched playing with my cock fascinated and extremely turned on by what was happening to my beautiful little petite wife. I was in heaven watching her get gang raped. I watched one particularly fat guy with a little cock walk up to her mouth and watched her whole head disappear under his fat roles as he stuffed his cock in her mouth. About this time a skinny little dude with a long thin dick stuck his cock first in her pussy to lube it up then up her ass. This seemed to wake her up as she began to struggle again. The big fat man backed off turned around, spread his ass cheek and said “lick my asshole you little cunt”. She looked around dismayed then got a look of defeat on her face and began to lick the fat mans dirty asshole sticking her tongue as far in as she could as he rubbed it up and down on her face.

 

The line didn’t move real fast. At one point another huge cock got her mouth again and stuck it all the way and cutting off her air again. She struggle against her bonds trying to get some distance from the cock to get some air as this guy, like the first one grabbed her hair and fucked her throat shoving his huge cock in all the way to the base. While this was going on one of the men at her breast picked up what looked to be an old radio antenna off of a car and started smacking her breasts with it hard leaving fine, long, bright red welts all over her breasts and stomach. She started screaming around the cock in her throat and this really made her struggle for a while until once again her struggles began to get weaker. The guy with antenna saw a break in the line at her pussy and started smacking her raw bare pussy as hard as he could with the antenna. She screamed and jerked and thrashed as he brutalized her breasts stomach and shaved pussy with antenna until, she passed out from the lack air and pain, right before the guy in her throat also exploded into her. This maybe me shoot my wad without even masturbating. I loved watching the antenna drop on her unprotected body raising welts and making her scream around the cock in her mouth and making her body thrash.

 

As she lay there limp and covered in cum and welts there were very few men left. Just myself and the original three men. I walked up and took my turn in her mouth and it only took about three thrust for me to cum deeply and the hardest I had up until that point. I took a chance to smack her tits and pussy a few times with the antenna then walked away and circled back around to my hiding place. “What should do with her now? What if she reports this and identifies us?” the big white man asked. “We will deal with that then, besides were leaving tomorrow, let’s just leave her” the first big black man said. So they turned around and walked away. I quickly ran to her made sure she was still breathing, untied her, carried her to the car and drove home, knowing our lives would never be the same. When I got her home I fucked her over and over again until she finally woke up.

 

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The cheerleader

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My name is Jamall, and i'm 17 years old. I'm what you might call a stud on the basketball court. My high school team the Lincoln Heights Wolverines are currently undefeated, and i'm one of the top 100 recruits in the nation. With my popularity so high i could get any ho i wanted. But lately i've been getting bored with the average sluts from are school.

One day i saw her, a cheerleader from an opposing school. She was a JV cheerleader so she must have been 15 or 16, long red hair and piercing hazel eyes.Tits the size of a large oranges and an ass that looks like it would fit perfectly to the palms of my hands. Five feet five inches tall and weighing 105 pounds their was not an ounce of babyfat left on her body. I asked my friend Tyree if he knew her name, and he did. He

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said her name was Maggie, and she was a total prude. His friend at her school said she never put out for anyone, and was a total loner.

I knew then what i wanted to do. I got a couple of my teamates together and devised a plan. After the game we were hanging out in the foyer as the cheerleaders were ready to leave. Just before they left i walked up to Maggie and asked her if she could help me find my contact, that i had pretended to drop. As she followed me into a dark hallway Tyree grabbed her from behind and forced her into the teachers lounge. We then took out johnys piece and held it to her head. She was crying by now, and had a look of fear in her eyes as tears ran down her face.

"Shut up bitch, or i'll kill you" i exclaimed.

" Please, i have no money, and people know where i am" she whimpered as she choked on her tears.

"No they don't bitch, your a little loner, and your coach took a head count right before i snatched you, it'll be at least a few hours before they realize you ain't on the bus, right boys?".

"Sounds about right" Tyree said.

"Nooo." She yelled

"Not yet johny" i yelled as he started to rip of her clothes.

"I got a few questions first"

"First off how old are you"

"16 in a month" she whimperd.

" Perfect, now are you a virgin"

" y y y ye yes" she whispered.

" What was that bitch" I yelled as Johny dug the gun into her temple.

"Yes" she said, much louder this time, however her voice was still shaky.

" Good, thats all about to change tonight though."

"Please no anything but that" she squeeled as Tyree stuck his hand up her uniform feeling her perfect tits through her bra.

"Stand her up Johny" i said.

John quickly obliged as he forced her to her feet.

"Don't say a word bitch, or we will kill you"

She listened, and as i undressed her uniform piece by piece, all you could hear was the sound of her tears, and sniffles, as she continued to choke on her tears. She was naked now, completly helpless in a dark room with three well endowed black athletes.

"Have you ever seen a cock before" I asked.

"N n no" she responded.

As she answered i unzipped my pants and revealed my 13 inch throbbing black cock for her to see.

"Lick my balls bitch" i ordered

She hesitently started to lick my ball sac, and boy did it feels so good. I couldn't help myself, and without warning i grabbed her head and forced the full length of my cock down her throat.

Man you should of seen her squeel, tears now fully streaming down her face as she tried to wiggle out of my grip, but it was no use as a just thrust my cock back and forth each time further and further down her throat. After about 2 minutes of my cock torture i unloaded my cum down the back of her throat. As i finished she fell to the floor gasping for air. She can only pray Tyree and Johny will be more gentle.

Unlucky for her they were not, i just watched from the back of the room as they ripped into her throat for their own pleasure. It was a real sight to see and it helped me regain my hard on, just in time for part two.

As johny finished by shooting his load all over her face i started for her pussey. I just looked at it so small, and pink, never seen or touched by a man before. Uncharted waters, i stuck a finger up her vagina and she winced.

"It's only a finger bitch, just wait for the cock." i told her.

"Please no, pleassse!!!" she screamed.

It was to late as i plunged my cock into her virgin pussey. You could tell by the look on her face that Maggie felt the stiff cock dig into her insides as i raped her with several hard quick strokes. It was a almost a relief for her when i grunted and filled her with my semen. At least it was over, she must have thought.

Wrong!!! Tyree, and Johny hadn't even started yet, and they went at her like dogs at a steak for at least an hour. When they were done she just lay on the ground, no longer an ounce of her former self.

Just one last hoorah before we let her heal her wounds...

"Tyree, Johny, gag the bitch." i asked

"Why" they asked.

"You'll see" i told them as they did what i asked.

My cock hardened once again now had it's sights on Maggies asshole. I quickly lubed up my dick before i slowly thrusted my cock into her. All of a sudden, Maggie awoke from her daze and you could see the mix of pain and shock in her eyes as my cock ripped apart her ass. Being my third time that night and all, it took me an awful long time to cum, maximizing her pain. When i was done i just unloaded in her asshole and threw her to the floor.

We were done now, her physical pain was over, so we just cleaned her off, cleaned the crime scene and threw her in Tyrees car. We drove off to the front of her school, and dumped her their, before we drove off i threw a hundred dollar bill at her and said:

"Clean yourself up bitch."

We never heard from her again.


THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Josie's story

ClintonB on Forced Stories

I was having my first casual relationship for a couple of years with a guy called Andy.  I liked his company but so far he had made no sexual advances.  He told me he would be back in town and would come over this Saturday morning at around 9am. The timing was great as my 18 year houseguest John had gone out for morning swim practice and wouldn’t be back until just before 10am.  John had been staying with me for about two weeks -  a favor to a friend who had to leave the country for a month.

The kitchen clock said it was 8.40am, so I cleaned up the house and went into the bedroom to shower.

I am quite short, a little over 4’ 11” and my co-wo

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rkers always joked that I could never fight my way out of a paper bag.  I have a good slim body, although little in the way of muscle, but I do have nice “B” cup breasts

I dried myself off and decided to test Andy’s resolve by tying myself naked to the bed.  I figured that this would decide things one way or another by the end of the day!  I found the four soft pieces of rope I had used before in one of the bedside cabinets.  I fastened my ankles to each side of the foot board and put my hands through the slip knots that were still in place, lay back and waited.

I guess I must have dozed off because at 9.30am the phone rang.  I reached over to pick it up with my left hand and was a little surprised when the rope bit into my wrist, stopping my arm short.  I was still a little drowsy because I then tried to move my right hand and the rope tightened around that wrist too.

“Damn it” I muttered, and listened for the answer phone message.  Perhaps Andy was just running late.

“Hi Josie, this is Andy.  I am still out of town, we hit some snags with the job – a redesign - so I will not be coming back this weekend.  See you later, bye!”

“Oh shoot, this is bad”.  I looked over at my right wrist and tried to flex the rope.  I have very slender wrists and the knot wouldn’t slide over my hands.  I looked over at the left hand and the situation was the same. I didn’t want to risk cutting off circulation by trying to pull harder on the ropes.

I slumped back against the pillow, and decided that my only option would be to wait until John got back.  This is going to be embarrassing!

Another thought popped into my head, I was supposed to prepare some food for another friend to pick up at 1pm.  With preparation that had to go in the oven at 10am.

As I fidgeted, I lifted my head up and looked down at my body.  Now I regretted shaving my pussy last week.  My houseguest John was going to get one heck of a view this morning.

Recently I have caught him looking at me in a different way, trying to check out my body.  He makes up reasons to want to talk to me when I am in the shower.  He always comes out to see me if I am sunbathing on the patio.  Last week I caught him looking down my shirt.

As I dwelled on this, the thought of John finding me tied up was beginning to turn me on a little.  I guess I was still horny from expecting Andy to come over.

Finally I heard the front door open and close.

“Hi Josie, I’m home”

“I am, err, in the bedroom, I need a umm hand”

John stood in the doorframe in his swim shorts, a look of shock on his face.

“Stop gawking and untie me”

He came over and sat on the bed, “Why are you tied up?”  His eyes were traveling back and forth from my breasts to my shaved pussy.

“I wanted to surprise Andy, but he cancelled on me.  I accidentally got myself stuck.  Can you undo the ropes please?”

John slipped them off my wrists and said “That ugly old friend of yours was at the pool, she said she will be around at 1pm for the food apparently.”

“Jane is neither old nor ugly.  Jeez that food has to get in the oven right now”.  I unfastened my ankles, walked into the kitchen and got out the marinated meat from the refrigerator.  As I quickly prepped the food I noticed John had followed me in.

“She is ugly and old, not like you.  Are you going to put some clothes on?”

“You have just seen me naked and there’s no time, do me a favor and put the oven on at 350F, middle shelf” I told him.  I heard the shelves clang and the oven beep.

“Peel six potatoes. Here.”

Five minutes later the dish was in the oven and the timer set for three hours. 

I nudged John away from the sink with my hips and washed my hands, before filling a glass of water.  As I downed it in one some of the cold water ran down my chest.  John’s eyes followed the drops of water.

I glanced down and noticed a serious bulge in the front of his shorts.  “30 years old and I guess I can still turn on a young guy” I laughed.

“What do you expect with a beautiful naked woman standing in front of me?  I wish I hadn’t split up with Marion a couple of months ago, she would help me with this.”

I moved closer to him.  “What would she do?”

“Umm, you know, use her hands.”

“Like this?”  I traced my fingers over the outline of his cock which was straining against the material and then untied the waistband strings.  John gave out a groan as my nails lightly scratched his stomach and then slipped inside his shorts.  I wrapped my hand around his penis and freed it from the restriction of the material.

To my amazement it continued to grow and I pulled his shorts completely off to get a better look.  Nine inches of thick cock stared me in the face, pre cum already forming on the tip.  I stood up and started rubbing his cock, shallowly and slowly at first and then harder and longer.

John reached out and took both my breasts in his hands, kneading them together, I was just starting to feel a familiar stirring in my stomach, when John arched back his head and I felt streams of hot cum shot shoot over my stomach and breasts.

John breathed out.  “You cannot imagine how good that felt, so much better than when I do it myself.”

I slowed my movements, gently squeezing on his last twitches of pleasure.

“That should hold you for a while.  Shower time.”

John slipped into the shower with me and soaped my entire body.  As he soaped and massaged my back I realized he was once again rock hard.  I turned around and looked at it.

“Guess that didn’t hold you down for long?”

“Well actually Marion gives me blow jobs, but I thought that might have been pushing it to ask for one.”

I got down on my knees, slipping my lips over the tip of his thick cock.  John leaned back against the shower wall, his eyes closed.  His hands slipped around the back of my head pulling me forward, anxious to get as much of his member in my mouth.

I grabbed his balls and started to squeeze them gently.  John started pounding at my mouth, face fucking me, trying to go deeper and deeper down my throat.  I could sense he was close to cumming, so I sucked harder, my cheeks and tongue pressing tightly against the shaft of his cock providing the ultimate sensation.

A groan from John preceded a gush of cum, filling my mouth as he thrust and thrust.  I swallowed it in three fast gulps to get some air.

“Sorry about the roughness, but I have never experienced such an intense feeling.  The sensation of you sucking so hard just drove me to the brink.”

I stepped out the shower and toweled myself down.  “You were a little rough.”  I hung up the towel and went into the kitchen to check on the food.  “Perfect” I whispered.  Still naked I cleaned up the bowls and plates I used for preparation.

I went back into the bedroom and started to dry my hair.  As I bent over and raised my arms to reach the top of my hair I felt a pair of hands slide up from my hips up onto my breasts.

“Mmmm irresistible” Said John, rubbing his now hard again cock between my buttocks.

“No, you cannot be ready again?”

“Well Marion used to let me fuck her” and with that he pushed my legs apart and slipped his hand between my thighs, his fingers seeking out the entrance to my pussy.  “You are a little wet down there.”

I switched off the hairdryer and tried to turn around.  John responded by leaning his weight against my back, forcing me to lean on my arms.  “A hand job is one thing, John, sex is another, stop it.”

“Come on Josie, you know you want a good fuck.” He inserted two fingers inside of me and started finger fucking me.  I could feel my body betraying me and he commented on how wet I was getting.

He withdrew his fingers and I thought he had given up.  He then positioned his thick cock between my pussy lips and thrust upwards.  First two inches, then out, then four inches, then out again before pushing in almost his entire length.

I cried out in pain as he stretched my tight cunt.  He pounded away, his skin slapping against mine, pushing me against the bathroom vanity.  As he had already come twice this morning I knew that this was not going to be a quick fuck.

“God your pussy is tight, so wet, so warm” he grunted, “You like this bitch?”

John started to slow his pace pulling almost completely out and then slamming in, I could feel my ravaged pussy lips swelling with the rough treatment.  He reached between my arms and grabbed my swinging breasts, squeezing them hard and pinching my nipples.  The smooth resilient skin and my cries excited him further and I could feel the tip of his cock swell.  In spite of what was happening I started a deep prolonged orgasm, my ragged breath in synchronism with his.  The walls of my cunt started to spasm driving John to a final powerful finale.  He thrust three more times and collapsed against my back.

“That was intense, it will keep me satisfied for an hour or so, then we can play some more.”  I shuddered as he pulled out, his sperm already starting to seep out of me.  He walked over to the bed and lay on his back, arms out stretched and fell almost immediately sound asleep.

At 1pm Jane came by with three of her friends.  I invited them in for a drink, but one of her friends politely refused and drove off with the food.  I said that I would drop them all off later.

After two or three stiff drinks, the conversation turned naturally to sex or their lack of getting any.  I looked across at Jane and mentally started to agree with John, she was a little on the old side, but not as old (and ugly or plump) as her two friends!

A smile crossed my lips and I asked “So how about if I could set you up with a young stud for the afternoon?  Yours to abuse or do with as you want?”

Raucous laughter followed along with some crude comments, especially from Jill, the largest of them.  “Come with me” I said, leading them into my bedroom.

There tied up on the bed was John.  As he had slept I had tightly secured the ropes.  Judging by his rampant hard on, he must have thought he was going to have sex with me again.  Yes he was going to have sex, but not with me.

“You get started, I’ll be back.”  They needed no further encouragement, and all had already started to pull off their clothes.  As I left the bedroom I could hear John’s pleas to leave him alone.  I returned with a strap-on, a “joke present” I had been given last year.  I tossed it over to Jill.  “Show no mercy” I laughed as I closed the door and went back to the kitchen.

My friends stayed until late that night.  Every so often one of them would come out for a drink or a bite to eat and update me on progress.  John’s screams gradually faded as the night wore on.  Before they left we untied him and in the morning he left to stay at a friend’s house

Treated Like a Dog

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Melissa headed towards the showers of the school after doing her gymnastics workout.  Even though she had just turned 18, she was still very limber and was the best on her team.  It was only natural that the school would agree to let her use the gym on the weekend to practice.  It was kind of nice having the place all to herself, since she was usually shy about showering around other people.  She opened her locker and started stripping off her sweaty leotard and tights.  Her breasts were a little larger than your usual gymnast but she kept them taped down during exercise.  Removing the tape, she examined them in the mirror.  They were perky and getting larger by the day.  She was starting to like the way the boys looked at her.  She finished und
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ressing and put her clothes in the locker before heading over to a hamper with clean towels in it.  As she bent over, she heard someone coming up behind her.  She turned to look but was met by a fist in her face, knocking her into the wall and unconscious.

Melissa came to in the back of a van, resting on her side with her wrists and ankles tied together behind her back.  She was still naked and all of her clothes had been left behind.  She struggled against the ropes but could not get free.  The van had cleaning supplies and brooms, so she could only assume it belonged to one of the custodial staff at the school.  Who else would have been lurking around the school on the weekend?  It did not matter in any case who did it, as it was not likely she would get free to tell anyone.  Her parents were not wealthy, so it was unlikely the person was doing this for money.  It was more likely in her mind that the person would kill her.

The van eventually came to a stop and she heard the front cab door open and slam shut.  Not long after that the back doors of the van opened.  When she saw the man, it was as she suspected; he had recently been hired to work as a janitor at the school.  She screamed at the top of her lungs, but to no avail.  Wherever she was, there were either no neighbors or they just didn't care what he did.  Either way she was not getting any help.  He leaned in and slapped her for her trouble, though.  "Bad dog!" he yelled, even as he pulled her forcefully out of the back of the van, picking her up over his shoulder and taking her into a yard with tall fences so that no one could see in.  She struggled against him until he just dropped her to the ground hard.  she began trying to scoot across the ground towards the gate, for which he kicked her hard in the stomach.  She keeled over and lay there in agony as he went over and locked the gate with a large padlock.  He then went into the house.  Since she was in pain, she did not know how long it took him to return with the locking dog collar he put on her.  He slapped it on her painfully and attached a chain to it, the other end of the chain attached to a tree.  He then cut the ropes off of her wrists and ankles before going back in the house,leaving her laying there naked in the yard.

She did not know how long she lay there.  It was only when it started to rain she began to wake up.  She tugged on the chain, trying to reach the door to the house but falling short.  The chain was only long enough to reach a doghouse which was big enough for her to fit in.  She crawled into it to get out of the rain, falling asleep crying.

She woke to the man kicking the side of the doghouse and setting down a bowl of wet dog food.  She was starving at that point, so she ate what she was given, and since there was no fork, she had to scoop it up in her hands and eat it.  Satisfied when she had started eating, the man went back in the house.  Feeling vulnerable, she went back into the doghouse after she finished eating.  It was only a matter of time, though, until she had to use the bathroom.  She tried getting the man's attention to let her use the bathroom, but he didn't answer.  Finally she just decided to go up by the tree and poop.  She tried to hide from the view of the house as best as she could before squatting and pooping in the yard.  Her ass was still covered in poop, however.  Being limber enough to have successfully have licked her own pussy in the past, she knew that the only way to get clean was to lick herself clean.  So she spent the next several minutes licking her ass clean.  It felt so good, though, that she licked out her pussy as well, lapping up juices that came out as she did so.

It was then that the man came out of the house.  She straightened up and ran up to him, begging to be able to be allowed in the house.  The man just shoved her back and to the ground.  "You have to earn privileges like that," the man said.  "Please, I'll do anything," she replied, crying hard.

The man reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her up hard.  It hurt, making her cry.  The man shoved her forward, making her land on her hands and knees.  He kicked her legs apart and forced her down on her forearms so that her pussy was up in the air.

"Please, no," she cried, being a virgin.  With her schedule, she had not had much time for  boys.

"You said you would do anything," he said, "and a good dog obeys her master."

She started crying until he hit her. She straightened up after that, not wanting to be hit again.

"Good girl," he said.  He began unbuckling his pants and let them drop around his ankles.  She held totally still as he pressed into her pussy.  She winced as his cock tore through her hymen and he began fucking her.  He pressed forward, pulling her hair back hard and sinking his cock in even deeper.  Her pussy was so hot and wet that she hardly could control it, and it seemed to be liking him inside her.  She leaned into him to press him further in and he began pounding her harder.  He fucked her hard for a good twenty minutes, causing her pussy to spasm and tingle and orgasm repeatedly, before finally cumming into her.  "Good girl," he said.

Tired and strangely blissful, she just lay there in the yard when he finished and did not even remember she had now earned the right to go in the house.

JOANNA

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STARTED OUT AS A REGULAR DAY. SCHOOL WENT BY LIKE NORMAL, NOTHING EXCITING.  I RAN CROSS COUNTRY AND WE HAD A RACE THAT DAY, WHEN WE GOT BACK HOME I HAD TO WAIT FOR MY RIDE.  MY COACH TRUSTED ME, SO HE LEFT ME ALONE THERE AND ALL MY TEAMMATES HAD LEFT AS WELL.  I SAW THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM JUST GETTING DONE WITH THEIR LATE NIGHT PRACTICE, GOD WE SOME OF THEM HOT.

I NOTICED THEM GOING TO THEIR CARS AND GOING HOME, BUT I NOTICED JOANNA DIDN'T LEAVE.  I LOOKED TOWARDS THE GIRLS LOCKER ROOM AND NOTICED THAT IT WAS OPEN.

IDEA'S SURE JUMPED RIGHT OUT AT ME. (EVIL GRIN)

SO I DECIDED TO SNOOP AROUND AND SEE.  BOY WAS I IN FOR SOME EXCITEMENT.  AS I APPROACHED I HEARD RUNNING WATER, AND I REALIZED SOMEONE WAS IN THE SHOWER.  I LOOKED AROUND AND THE COAST WA

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S CLEAR, EVERYONE ELSE HAD LEFT.  IT WOULD SEEM AS THOUGH NO ONE ELSE WAS THERE.

I CREPT IN SLOWLY AND CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND ME, TRYING MY BEST TO NOT MAKE A SOUND.

THEN AS I GOT CLOSER TO THE GIRLS' SHOWERS I SAW HER. GOD WAS SHE AMAZING. JOANNA STOOD ABOUT 5'8", 120 LBS, WITH C-CUP KNOCKERS.  SHE HAD A VERY SLIM WAIST AND ONE NICE ASS. I ALWAYS FANTASIZED ABOUT BONER HER DOGGYSTYLE UP THE ASS. (AND I THOUGH, MAYBE THIS IS MY CHANCE)

I SLOWLY UNDRESSED AND MY 6 INCHES OF MANHOOD WAS AT IT'S BEST.  I KNEW I WANTED TO DRILL HER NICE AND HARD.  I WAS PRETTY CERTAIN SHE WAS STILL A VIRGIN.  SHE WAS MORMON, AND WAS DATING THE STARTING QB, BUT ONLY FOR A WHILE BECAUSE BIG RELIGION ISSUES CAUSED THEM FROM ACTUALLY DATING.  I HEARD SHE WAS REALLY RELUCTANT, BUT HAD HOPES OF CONVERTING HIM.

SO I WAS PRETTY SURE HE WAS BONING HER JUST YET.

I CREPT INTO THE SHOWER, AND GOT BEHIND HER. THEN SHE STARTED TO TURN BACK AND LOOK BUT I JUMPED ON HER.

I WAS MUCH STRONGER THAN HER, I WAS JUST A BIT SHORTER THAN HER, BUT OUTWEIGHED HER BY A GOOD 15-20 LBS.

I GOT HER ON THE GROUND AND SHE WAS SCREAMING AT ME, TELLING ME TO STOP.  BUT I DIDN'T CARE. I JUST WANTED TO FUCK HER.

SHE WAS ALREADY NICE AND WET, AND NOW ON THE GROUND WITH THE WATER SPRAYING BOTH OF US.

I TOLD HER I WAS GONNA FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER.  AND SHE STARTED TO CRY.  I JUST WANTED TO BE INSIDE OF HER, SO I JUST FORCED MYSELF BETWEEN HER LEGS.  IT TOOK A WHILE THOUGH SHE HAD REALLY STRONG LEGS.

I FINALLY POSITIONED MYSELF AFTER 2-3 MINUTES OF STRUGGLING ON HER BEHALF. AND I JUST PLACED MY HANDS UNDER HER ARMPITS AND PENETRATED HER.

SHE LET OUT A SCREAM, I JUST PLUNGED RIGHT INTO HER.  I BROKE HER HYMEN INSTANTLY.  GOSH SHE WAS TIGHT, IT FELT SO GOOD. I STARTED HUMPING HER SLOWLY AND SHE KEPT TRYING TO FIGHT ME OFF BUT TO NO AVAIL.

THEN I PICKED UP MY PACE AND SHE STARTED PANTING AND MOANING WITH HER CRYS AND PLEAS FOR ME TO STOP. BUT I DIDN'T CARE, MY FANTASY WAS COMING TRUE. AND GOSH IT WAS AWESOME.

I WAS POUNDING INTO HER FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES THEN I FELT MY BALLS TIGHTEN UP AND I CAME INSIDE HER.  I SQUIRTED 5 OR 6 NICE SHOTS INTO HER AND SHE ORGASMED NOT TOO LONG AFTER I DID.  AND SHE LET OUT A MOAN AND FELT THE ECSTACY OF THE WHOLE EVENT.  HER BODY SHOOK LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE JUST HIT.

THEN I PULLED OUT OF HER AND SHE WAS THERE LYING ON THE GROUND, CRYING WITH THE WATER SPRAYING HER. I TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO FEEL UP ON HER TITS AND SQUEEZE THEM.  THEY WERE MAGNIFICANT.

I GOT UP AND WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE, BUT THEN I THOUGHT. HECK WHY NOT FULFILL MY FANTASY AND BUTTFUCK HER TOO.

SO I WENT BACK OVER AND SHE LOOKED AT ME, CONFUSED, PROBABLY WONDERING WHAT I WAS GONNA DO OR SAY.  I JUST GRABBED HER AND ROLLED HER OVER, SHE TRIED TO SQUIRM AWAY BUT I HELD HER HIPS AND SHE HAD HELPED ME BY GETTING INTO A DOGGY POSITION.  WITH THAT VEIW MY COCK WAS RENEWED WITH ENERGY AND I ACTED QUICKLY.

I LOCATED HER ASSHOLE AND JUST PLUGGED HER RIGHT UP. AND SHE LET OUT A REAL GOOD SCREAM THAT ECHOED IN THE LOCKER ROOM.  AND I JUST STARTED HUMPING AWAY WITH HER AT MY MERCY.  SHE WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN SHE JUST DIDN'T EVEN FIGHT IT, SHE JUST TRIED TO WITHSTAND HER ASS BEING POUNDED. AS I FUCKED HER I REACHED MY HANDS AROUND TO FEEL THOSE NICE TITS OF HERS ONCE AGAIN AND GOSH IT WAS GREAT.

I FUCKED HER ASS FOR A GOOD 12-13 MINUTES BEFORE I WAS READY TO EXPLODE.  SHE WAS PANTING AND MOANING WITH TEARS COMING DOWN HER FACE. I DIDN'T CARE, I JUST WANTED THIS TO LAST FOREVER, EVEN THOUGH IT WOULDN'T. FINALLY I CAME AND SHOT 4 HUGE LOADS INTO HER AND SHE ORGASMED AGAIN WITH A LOUD MOAN, AND HER ASS TIGHTENED ON MY COCK.  THIS MADE IT FEEL SO MUCH BETTER.

I PULLED OUT AND MY COCK WAS DRAINED AND LIMP. AND JOANNA WAS LYING ON HER STOMACH, CRYING.  BUT I DIDN'T CARE I GOT WHAT I WANTED. AND I WAS HAPPY.

THE NEXT DAY, SHE DIDN'T EVEN COME TO SCHOOL.  THEN I HEARD SHE WAS MOVING AWAY. BUT NOTHING HAPPENED, I GUESS SHE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ANYONE.  GOOD THING, MADE ME RELIEVED.  I WONDER WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HER NOW?

hope you enjoyed. i know i need work on the details, but i'll get it better next time.

The Young Airplane

jslee3725 on Forced Stories

   I was waiting to board the Airplane to Chicago from LA. I was having an important meeting in Chicago that could get me promoted. Well, it was pretty late, around 1 a.m.

   I am a 35 year old, divorced, and no kids. I am 5' 11". I have a normal life, with normal job. I was fit, because i went to the gym regularly. My penis is pretty large, 9 in. and 4 in. around. My appearance wasn't too bad, but not too handsome, just the right amount.

   At 1:20 a.m. I finally got on the plane. I got the furthest backseat of the plane, which I asked for specifically. Right next to me was the bathroom, but I can deal with that. It's better than some old fat guy sitting next to you snoring the whole way.

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   I was just stairing out the window, when a young girl-extremely young- came up beside me, checked her plane ticket, and sat down. "Hi, my seat is right here." she said.

   I wasn't expecting anyone else to be sitting next to me, they rarely put someone in the back unless the seats are full. "Hi, I'm Jack." I replied

   "My name's Julie."

   "You seem pretty young to travel by yourself." I said, with a gentle smile.

   "It's allright. I am mature enough to get on a plane by myself." she said, and put her bag under her chair.

   She was pretty cute. She had shiny dark brown hair, and brown eyes that somehow seemed like green when reflected off of the light. She was asian. She was wearing a blouse and mini-skirts. Her breasts seemed just starting to develop. I thought she was wearing a training bra. I was no way thinking that she was sexy in any way, just cute.

   "How old are you?" I finally asked.

   "I'm 13 years old." she answered.

   I was pretty shocked, I thought she had to be at least 15 since she was developing, but I heard that children are developing faster and faster as time went by. It was a quiet day, she wasn't an annoying kid, she really seemed mature. We talked, and told about ourselves.

   I found out that she is going home after visiting her aunt, but her parents were too busy to come with her. She told me that she sometimes wanted them to quit there jobs so that they can play with her.

   I tried not to think about raping her, but she was too cute, and everytime she shifted in her seat, I would see a part of her panties, and that would always give me a jump. But i tried to calm myself down and have a normal conversation  

   She fell asleep after about 30 minutes in the plane, and I was watching a movie. I turned around, and I saw that her skirt was riding up, revealing her white panties. I got a little jump on my crotch, but didn't do anything. I slowly reached out and grabbed her skirt, and pulled them down.

   Nothing happened until I felt a soft thud on my shoulder. I turned around to see Julie leaning on my shoulder. I was surprised to see that the top 3 buttons on her brouse were unbuttoned, and her skirt was riding up again, revealing even more of her panties than before. I got another jump in my crotch. I tried to wake her up, but she didn't seem to be able to hear me. I slowly put my hand inside my pocket, and shifted my cock so that it wouldn't hurt.

   Few minutes later, she woke up, and started for the bathroom. I could still see her panties because the skirt was riding up, and I thought for a split second. 'Should I go into the bathroom with her? NO! I shouldn't... It isnt' right... But didn't she say that she wanted to be loved? Why should I be the one to do that.'

   It didn't take more than a second for me to get up, walk quickly towards Julie, as she was opening the bathroom door, and pushed myself in the bathroom with her.

   "What are you doing?" She asked, looking at me questioningly.

   "I'm going to give you all the love you need." I said with an menacing smile.

    I quickly put my hand on her blouse, and started to unbutton her shirt.

   "Stop!" She cried, but before she could say anything else, I put my hand on her mouth and said, "if you don't keep your mouth shut, I will kill you!"

   She started to cry, but I knew that she wouldn't make a sound. I kept unbuttoning her blouse, and took it off, revealing her training bra. I took her bra off also, revealing two small mounds of breasts.

   I fondled them, and she whimpered. I slowly moved my hand around her breasts until I reached her nipple, and I gave it a little squeeze. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but didn't say anything. It started to become hard, and I put my mouth to her left nipple. She started to cry even more. As i was playing with her nipples, I started to take her skirt off. She tried to fight, but I was too strong for her. I got her skirt down, then I put my hand inside her panties, and ripped it off of her.

  

   She tried to get around so she can escape out of the bathroom, but I put my hand around her and put her down on the toilet.

   "Please don't do this. If it's money you want, my parents can give it to you." she cried.

   "I don't want money hon, I want you."

   As if she knew what I was going to do to her, she started to cry her eyes out. She seemed so cute when she was crying and pleading me. But I put my hand on her pussy and started to play with her clit. She stoped pleading, and had a strange look on her face. She started to get wet, and in few seconds, she started to moan. Her moan was so sexy, and combined with her cuteness, it was just enough to tear my trousers out. I kept playing  with her clit, and put my mouth to hers.

   She didn't kiss me back right away, but she did after a minute or so. I kept fingering her clit, and she go wetter by the minute. Slowly, I put my hand into her pussy, and as soon as I did that, she came.

   I smiled, and started to take my own cloths of. When I took my boxers off, my huge cock sprang out into her face. She looked at it in terror. Then I said "Open your mouth bitch."

   She hesitated, but she looked at me, then opened her mouth. I slowly inserted my 9 inch cock in to her tiny mouth. "Lick from the bottom to up." and she obeyed. "Now put it in your mouth." and she slowly put my huge cock in to her mouth. I started to fuck her, slowly at first, and faster and deeper into her mouth "Breath your nose." I kept fucking her harder and harder, until I came.

   She seemed to struggle when I did, and she had a disgusted look on her face. I finished my load inside her mouth and took my dick out. She started to spit out my cum, but I put my hand on her mouth and said "Swallow it. Swallow all of it."

   She slowly started to gulp down my cum. I spread her legs wide, and started to put my cock into her young pussy. She started to cry, begging me not to do this to her. But I didn't hear her. I slowly inserted into her pussy. She started to scream, but I put my hand on her mouth. I started to fuck her slowly.

   "AAh!" She moaned as she came when I went in about 1 inch

   "Your so tight!" I knew she was a virgin, and slowed down when I got to her Hymen. Gently, I  started to break her hymen. When I got it almost loose, then I broke it in one clean stroke. Blood started to seep out from her pussy, and she screamed into my hands, and started to cry her eyes out. But i kept going. Her virgin pussy was so tight. I was 7 inches in, when she started to moan. I took my hand off her mouth. "Do you like that?"
  

   "Yes.." she said shamefully. "AAHH!" she moaned louder this time as she came again. My cock was covered with her juice. I kept fucking her until I was all the way in. I started to pick up my pace. and she started to moan louder "I need more Jake! Faster, please!!!"

   I smiled, and started to fuck her faster and deeper. "Did you start having your periods?" I asked

   "No, not yet." she said, and she reached up and kissed me. We fucked and kissed passionately at the same time. We fucked about a minute, until I had to cum. I told her "I need to cum. Let's cum at the same time."

   And I started to cum in to her pussy and she started to cum as well. Our juice was mixed in side her pussy, and started to run down my cock.

   Part 2 is coming up soon

A nice fuck at the library

jslee3725 on Forced Stories

 I decided to go the the library. I wanted to read some books and relax. The library was huge. It had 5 stories, tons of books, a section with 50 or so computers, and about 20 private rooms that you can rent for the day. There wasn't a lot of people at the library.

   I sat in a couch, and started to read a book. Then I see a pair of sexy legs go past me, and I couldn't resist looking up. The owner of those legs sat in a desk, that was in front of where i was sitting.

   She was asian. Long black hair with some highlights on them. She had them tied back. Her face had gentle features, light brown eyes, cute nose, and sexy lips. She was wearing tight jeans that showed off her sexy legs and her tight butt

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. She had a sweater on. But I could tell that her breasts were big. A full C or D cup. Her body was a work of art.

   Of course, my cock was immediately aroused at the arrival of this sexy teen. I forgot to mention she looked extremely young. Maybe 15 or 16. She took out a paper, a book, and started to write on it. I acted as if I was reading the book, but secretly took little peaks at her perfect body. I shifted my cock so it won't hurt.

   She sat there for about 30 minutes or so, then got up. She started to walk towards the bathroom. I got up also, then followed her. She reached the bathroom, and opened the door. I followed, but i opened the door slowly. There was no one in the bathroom except for her. She was standing in front of the mirror.

   I lunged at her, and clasped my hand around her mouuth. I wraped my other arm around her to keep her from resisting. I pushed her further into the bathroom. I pushed her inside one of the bigger stalls, where I had enough room. I locked the door. I pushed her to the wall, and put my big body right behind her to keep her from running away.

   She said something but was muffled by my hands. "Don't scream. If you do, you'll really be sorry." I whispered to her ear.

   I slowly took away my hand on her mouth. She was panting, and I could see fear in her eyes. My hand traveled down, and stroked her butt. She gasped. "Don't say a word..." I reminded her. My hand roamed on her tight ass.

   She started to cry. But when she cried, she was so cute. She seemed to be afraid, and didn't resist as I kept stroking her tight ass and thigh. I grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and pulled them up. This time, she resisted. But I managed to get it off. She was wearing a t-shirt underneath.

   Her huge breasts stretched the t-shirt. I could see her nipple clearly and knew that she wasn't wearing any bra. I smiled. "I guess you wanted this more than you think." She crossed her arm around her breasts.

   "Please... don't do this...I'm still a virgin." She started to beg.

   "What's your name?" I ignored her plea.

   "It's... Diana... Please... let me go!" She started to cry uncontrolably.

   "Cute name." I started to play with her nipple through her t-shirt. She tried to fight back. "Stay still, or i'll have to bind you. And take you someplace else where I can enjoy you for hours. Just get over with this. It'll be over in few minutes."

   I touched her nipple. She resisted a little, but finally gave up. I took one hand and unzipped her jeans. I slowly took them down. I looked down and saw her sexy white thong. I took her t-shirt off in a flash. And grabbed her thong and ripped them apart.

   I looked at her naked body for a minute. My cock was about to explode. I took out my huge cock. It was 9 inches, and 4 inches around. It was huge. She stared at it, terrified. I forced the tip into her lip. She wouldn't open her mouth. But I forced her mouth open with my hands, and rammed my huge cock inside.

   She made a gurglin sound. "breath through your nose Diana." I fucked her gently at first. She started to get better at breathing. I fucked her faster. She didn't do anything at first, but she slowly started to move her tongue. She sucked my cock gently, and would occasionally twirl her tongue. I felt her grab my balls and gently squeeze them. I fucked her harder and harder.

   I came deep inside her throat. She swallowed all of my cum. It wasn't the best blowjob, but it was pretty good.

   I looked at her pussy, and noticed a wet pool on the ground. "Your so wet. You liked that, didn't you?"

   She blushed, and looked away as if ashamed. I lowered my head to her pussy, and noticed that her pussy was shaved. I slowly extended my tongue, and licked the outside of her pussy. An instant reaction from her as a slight moan came out. I played with her cunt, gently. She got wetter and wetter. I squeezed her nipple hard, and a loud moan would escape from her mouth.

   I got her pussy wet enough. I put her on all fours, like a dog begging to be fucked. I put the tip on her pussy, and pushed in. She gave a grunt, as the pain shot upwards. I felt the hymen stretching. I gave a push, and it broke. Blood spilled out. I came unexpectedly.

   Her pussy was magnificent. Her tight walls contracted even further as I fucked her deeper and deeper. Her moans aroused me further. I fucked her harder and harder. I came again as the feeling intensified. But I kept fucking her. Her moans got louder. "Fuck me harder!" She screamed.

   Her back arched, and she came. Her first orgasm. The amount was huge. I took out my cock, and all her juices flowed out. But my cock was still hard, wanting more. She was laying on the floor, panting. I grabbed her waist, and got her back on all fours.

   I pushed my cock not on her pussy, but on her asshole. "No... not there... not on - " her sentence was stopped as I rammed my cock all the way in. She gave a small scream in pain. I fucked her harder. I took my free hand, and grabbed her nipple and squeezed. With my other hand, I located her clit, and gave a gentle squeezed.

   A loud moan escaped her mouth. When I gave a squeeze on her nipple, her rectum contracted, giving me more pleasure. I came inside her within a minute.

I can't begin to tell you what we started to do afterwards...

Where they only dreams

Riyven on Forced Stories

Andrea woke up with a start. She was covered in sweat and sore all over. She hated these dreams she had been having for the past month. They had the same theme to them every time. She would be in her bed and get woken up by three men tying her up and raping her, and she always wakes up just as they start to use her rougher. She knew it was only a dream as nothing was left in her room, and she always woke up in the middle. At least she was pretty sure it was a dream. It was bothering her quite a bit, and she had spoken to a doctor about it. He had told her it was a sign of her inner self wanting to feel the raw excitement of sex she had not been getting for over a year, since she had broken up with her boyfriend. She knew she was pretty, not in a model kind of way, but very attractive none
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the less. Her red hair touched her ass, her breasts were small b cup at best, but she had very long and sensitive nipples. She kept herself in very good shape, with a slender figure that wasn't thin. She was very pale skinned with bright green eyes. She knew she should get a new boyfriend, that would help get rid of her dreams. She always loved the attention she got when she had worn her lace and silk bra and panties for her old boyfriend. Well no help for it, she did have to get back to writing her book. Her eyes adjust just as they grab her. She tries to scream as she feels the first cock being forced into her mouth. She feels her arms pulled up as her bra and panties are pulled off. Her body is thrashing as she tries to fight, but the three of them are so strong. She starts to gag as his cock slowly pushes into her throat. she doesn't hear much sound as her ears start roaring. she wants to get away from these monsters, but the only hold her tighter. Then she hears the first words, the tone deep and dark. You remember how we like it don't you. Her mind freezes in fear as the sound of the voice chills her. Her legs are drawn apart. She feels the touch of a tongue slipping into her as her head is lifted and slid slowly up and down the cock. Her body starts to respond as her oversensitive nipples are touched and teased. Her mind gets fuzzy as her vision darkens some. Andrea jumps up from her bed, eyes wide as she shakes in reaction. God what is wrong with me, why can't I fight these dreams. She once again searches her bed for any signs of reality to her dreams. Anything other than the evidence of her tossing and turning and rubbing herself. Her sore body showing some redness from where she had rubbed herself. Oh please god, make these dreams go away. I know I need someone, but I can't keep doing this. She begins to cry once more as she gets in the shower and starts her day yet again. She goes to her computer and adds this latest dream to her book. Her doctor told her to write it down and see if that helped her work through it. At first she had started writing to make her feel better, now she was determined to make it an erotic book that showed how a woman could beat any odds. She had quite a few chapters already written. She knew she could beat this, as she had beaten every other challenge in her life. It was a hot night and she had gone to bed naked, trying to beat the heat. She tries to stretch as she wakes up and realizes her hands are tied behind her and she is being lifted up. Her eyes fly open just as she is lowered down onto one of the three men. She cries out a little as his thick cock slowly pushes all the way into her small pussy. She groans out in pain and pleasure as her body reacts to the feeling she has craved. she starts bucking some as she tries to move away from him. her head is lifted as a cock is pushed slowly into her mouth. Her eyes filling with tears as she orgasms hard for the first time in a year. She feels so ashamed and dirty. She feels the third man sliding in behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and slowly pushing into her anally. Crying out as he slips his arms around her, playing with her nipples. Her mind overloading at the feeling of being taken and raped in all her holes by the three men. She tries to fight the feeling in her ass as she orgasms again, even harder than the first time. She can't help but want that more than anything. She had done anal once, and had craved it like an addiction ever since. Her eyes fly open, grabbing a pillow she throws it in anger. She is upset that the dream stopped this time. It was filling her secret fetish of being taken anally. Then she breaks down and cries, realizing that she was wanting the rape dreams. What was wrong with her, was she losing her mind. Getting up, she gets her shower and gets dressed. Getting into her car, she drives off to her doctors for her appointment. She goes into the room and sits nervously as the doctor looks over his notes. Well Andrea, I think we can say that your dreams are not subsiding and are only getting stronger. The only thing I can think to try at this point would be a mild hypnosis therapy. After that I am afraid we may have to go to a regiment of narcotics that will let you sleep, but keep your mind in a state that you don't dream. It is not the healthiest option, but if the hypnosis fails, we will have no choice. Thanking him, she heads back to her car. Happy for the first time in a while, now that the doctor says there is at least one thing that will work on her dreams she heads home. Unlocking her door, Andrea stares at the TV. She didn't remember leaving it on. Walking over to it, she sees a note. picking it up, she reads it. "Thanks for all the fun toy. Can't wait till tonight for to enjoy your again." She drops the note as she realizes the movie playing is of her being raped by the three men. Dropping to her knees, she stares at the last one. Her crying as she is raped in all three holes at once. But...but...but... it was only a dream. Sitting there, she stares at the hand picking up the remote and shutting it off. Then she hears the deep voice again. I said we couldn't wait for tonight. Her head turns as all three pick her up and her vision goes dark once again.

Lookinforlust on Forced Stories

Well, my story starts out on a Friday night, late, around midnight.   First let me give you an idea of what I look like and my surroundings.  I am about 5’8, average build, blond hair, blue eyes, male with about a 7” cock.  I live in a very modest apartment complex that overlooks a lake that has a nature trail surrounding it. At north end of this nature trail sits a small park with tennis courts, a baseball field, and a recreational building.  The park is kind of off the beaten path, so there usually isn’t a whole lot of people around.  Occasionally a car or pedestrian will wander through; overall a very good place to practice my latest enjoyment; being naked outdoors.  I do not really consider it s

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treaking because I do not go running through neighborhoods…not that crazy!  I enjoy the fear of getting caught, the idea that someone could possibly see me in my total birthday suit.  Of course there is always the fantasy of meeting a beautiful, young, dark haired woman and totally fucking the hell out of her until she screams.  Unfortunately, it did not work out for me this way and I got to sample a different side of my sexual perversion. 

Like I said, it was a Friday night and I decided to go and have some naked fun walking around the park.  It was quite bright out that night, a full moon to be specific.  I put out my blanket and sat down for a while, completely naked, and just looked around for any signs of people.  I also listened for the sounds of approaching cars, but heard and saw nothing.  I decided to get up and walk down the fence that bordered the baseball field, playing with myself as I walked.  I noticed that the moon was lighting me up like a spotlight…I could see every part of my body.  I was actually casting a shadow due to the brightness of the full moon.  As I came to the end of the fence, I stood there looking around.   As I stood there, panic washed through me as I realized that I was standing about 20 yards from some guy, completely naked.  He looked me up and down, smoking his cigarette.  He said nothing, as did I.  I was frozen in fear…would he call the cops….is he a psyco…then something else popped in my head…what if he is gay.  I decided to get the hell out of dodge and walked back towards my blanket, got dressed, and got out of there.  I looked around and he had started walking towards his vehicle.   I watched him drive away thinking that was way to close for comfort! 

The next day, I couldn’t help but to think about my close call.  It actually excited me a whole lot thinking about having sex with this strange guy.  I don’t consider myself gay and have never done anything with a guy.  But the thought of him pounding on my ass and spanking me just excited the hell out of me.  I wish I had said something.  I decided to go back out there for a second night, but this time I would set up a little closer to the baseball field.  At this vantage point, I could see everyone who comes in and leaves the area.  I set out my blanket and got naked.  I sat there for what seemed about an hour when I see a small truck enter the parking lot.  With the position I was in, lights from vehicles would light me up, but they could not see that deeply into the trees.  As I watched this guy drive up, I noticed that it may be the same truck as the night before.  He drove up and parked in the parking lot for the tennis courts and baseball field.  As he got out, it revealed he was a black man about 6’5, at least 300lbs and built like a body builder!  The night before, I did not get a real close look at the guy, but this guy was about the same size.  Fear started building in me as he started to walk towards the baseball field, basically towards my location.  As he walked up the sidewalk towards the opening for the baseball field, I realized that he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.   He stopped and looked towards my location, but did not see me.   I was frozen with fear;  he then turned and walked onto the baseball field.  He was walking the parameter of the fence when he came to my location.  I was about 10 yards off the baseball field on the other side of the fence.   He stopped and stared at me…I know he can see me since the moon is bright again tonight. I was thinking of grabbing my stuff again when he said “are you the same guy that was out here last night”?  I sat there silent….this made him mad.  He raised his voice and repeated.  Yes I said.  “  Do you like being naked out here or something”?   I got up and walked towards the fence.  Yes I said.   “Well, I tell you what….why don’t you walk around here”.   What?  He said” Get your ass around here or  I am going to call the cops”.    The next thing I know there was a flash from his camera phone….he just took a damn picture of me, completely naked!  WHAT, I said.  He said “you are going to be my little bitch tonight…come around here, NOW”.  I decided to do what he said and slowly walked onto the baseball field.  As I walked up to him, I realized this guy towered over me.   He grabbed me, spinning me around, and pulling my ass into his crotch.  He reached around and grabbed my cock and balls in one hand and wrapped his arm around my chest/neck and pulled me up against his chest.   He whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me hard!  He pushed me to the ground on my knees and told me to unzip his shorts.  I noticed he had a huge bulge;  as I unzipped him, his cock immediately fell on my forhead and face.  He told me to suck it.  I pulled his shorts and underwear off and put the head of his cock in my mouth.  It was huge…I could just barely get it in my mouth.  As I started to open my mouth for air, he pushed his dick further into my mouth, causing me to gag a little.  I could not believe this was happening…He must have face fucked me for at least 15 minutes.  I could tell he was starting to get close to filling my mouth….I clamped down around his huge cock as he unloaded in my mouth.   It was amazing….he pulled out in the middle of his second cum and squirt on my face a little.  He told me to suck him hard again….within a minute his whole 11” was hard as a rock.  He grabbed me and pulled me up.  Next to us was an electrical box that stood about 3 feet in the air.  He bent me over this and proceeded to start rubbing his cock in my ass crack.  I said NO….I did not want this to go this far.  He proceeded to slap the hell out of me and called me a bitch.  I felt him rub some sort of lubricant on my ass and fingered it in my ass.  The next thing I know his cock is back rubbing the crack of my ass and finally hits the mark.  I felt this increasing pressure, following by pain, followed by massive pressure, and then more pain, and finally pushing through my sphincter muscles, emerging on the other side into my rectum.  I bellowed in agony, but it finally started to feel pretty good.  He started pumping in and out of me, slow at first, and then increasing in magnitude.  I started to moan uncontrollably, reacting to his every move.  As he is fucking me, I notice a cop car pull into the parking area.  Now here I am, being fuck by this big black guy, bent over an electrical box, trying not to scream.  As the cop is driving slowly around the parking area, my black impaler seems to be increasing in speed, seemingly wanting me to scream.  As the cop drives away, I let out a huge moan.  All of a sudden, he starts to thrust violently, pounding into me at an unbeleavable rate.  With one hand on my ass, squeezing my ass cheek violently, he takes the other and wraps it around my chest pulling me up into a standing position.  He fucks me so hard that I am about to pass out when I feel  his hot juices flow and fill up my ass.  We both kind of melt onto the ground, me on top of him, resting my head on his chest.  He tells me to straddle him with his dick still in me.  I start to fuck him, thrusting up and down , with my hands on his chest.  I rock faster and faster, until he tenses up, grabs me on my hips and violently slams me down on his cock.  I pretty much pass out on his chest. 

About 30 minutes later, he grabs my ass, spreads my cheeks, and slaps me on the ass really hard.  He pretty much throws me off of him onto the ground like a little bitch.  He gets up and puts his cloths back on and tells me that If he sees me again, worse things will happen.    I told him that I come out here all the time and smiled at him.  He smiled back and said he may have company next time! 

If  you liked this story, let me know.  I also have an animal fetish that I can write about.  Thanks and enjoy!

mikekim77 on Forced Stories

I had been so excited for this trip, and it had ended up like this. I felt so degraded, so cheaply used, why don’t I explain a little. My name is Abby, I live in Australia, and it was my final year of high school. I’m about 5’6’’, sandy blonde hair, and a body well tanned and toned by tons of surfing. I was taking Japanese as a second language, and our class was taking a trip there. Only the people with the highest marks got to go, and since all the boys in school cheated, it was mainly them that got to go. The only thing that sucked was that we had to wear our dorky uniforms the whole time; it was only a 3 day trip, so it wasn’t that bad. The plane ride was fairly uneventful, and we finally got to the hotel. I felt kind of weird, being the only girl

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in the whole trip, but luckily, I got a room to myself, with a really nice big bed. As I was unpacking my things, I heard the phone ring.

"Abby, I snuck some booze with me; you wanna come over and have some?"

"Sure, I guess."

I hadn’t changed into my pajamas yet, so I just headed over.

*Knock, Knock*

"Hey, it’s me."

"Come on in."

"Hey guys, where’s the booze at? I know you guys just wanna get me liquored up, so you can try and get in my pants."

"What pants? You’ve still got your school tartan on."

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah, I did. Do you mind if some of the guys come over as well?"

"No, it’s okay."

He made a couple of calls, and within minutes some of the other guys from my calls were there.

"So, can we get this party started already, because if you don’t actually have any booze, I’m going to bed."

"Shut up bitch."

"What the fuck?"

"You heard me. Shut up and get on your knees."

"What the fuck is going on?"

"You think that we’re just gonna let you be such a fucking tease, and not get punished for it? Fuck you, and your short skirt, tight blouse, and rampant flirting."

"Oh you’re mad about that time, when I passed you in the hall, and you came in your pants?"

"You didn’t just walk past me. You pretended to accidentally brush against my cock."

"So, after a couple of strokes you came in your pants. Not my fault."

"It’s not just that. It’s all those times when you bend over to pick something up, or you suck on your pen in class. This is pay back bitch."

"For what? Giving you guys boners in class?"

"It’s not just that, but the other girls paid us to rough you up a bit."

"So, you’re going to gang beat me?"

"Nope, you’re about to get your ass gang raped. Ever hear of bukkake? Since we’re in Japan, we thought we’d try it out."

"What the fuck is bukkake?"
"Oh you’ll see slut, just get on your fucking knees."

I was outnumbered 5 to 1. I had such a petite frame, and these guys were a lot bigger then me. I thought fine, let them do their bukkake thing, and they’ll let me go. They circled around me, and started fumbling with their zippers. They probably just wanted some handjobs, or blowjobs or something. I thought, I might as well get this over with, and reached for one of the dangling cocks.

"Don’t touch me you dirty whore. I don’t want your slutty hands on my cock. Just stay still and be a good bitch."

They started jacking off in a circle. What kind of rape was this? A gay ass group masturbation, with me kneeling in the middle? Let them have their fun, I guess they got tired of jacking to nudey magazines, they wanted to do it while looking at a real girl. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. After a couple of minutes, they were done. They had just collectively cum on me. I couldn’t believe it. That was my ‘punishment’ for being a slut? This was it? Some jizz in my hair and face? Whatever. Then I heard the door open.

"Oh snap, you guys already started?"

I turned my cum splattered face, to see the other 15 guys who came on the trip, come in the door. I had a bad feeling about this. The 5 other guys backed away from me, and a new 5 stood around me. I suffered 3 more barrages of sticky white semen. I was in a hotel room, 20 guys from my school there, dripping in their combined sperm. Their combined sperm, had gotten all over my head, soaked my blouse, and had spattered onto the front of my school skirt. Fuck, I had to wear this for two days, and there was no laundry machine in the hotel. I had spent my money shopping, because we had the first day to explore on our own; there were scheduled group activities for the rest of the trip. No money, or time to get this shit cleaned.

"Well Abby, any questions about what bukkake is now?"

"No, it’s just a gay ass jerk circle."

"Shut up slut. It’s not gay. It’s about making you ashamed of your slutty behaviour. Maybe if you put out a bit, we wouldn’t have any problems with you. The other girls are just as slutty as you, maybe more. Only thing is, is that they put out."

"This is all because I don’t wanna fuck you losers? I don’t fuck high school boys, because they are so inexperienced. You guys could barely last longer then two minutes before you came."

"Well—uh—"

"Am I too hot for you, is that it? Can’t stand being this close to such a hot piece of ass? Or do you suffer from premature ejaculation?"

"It doesn’t matter what you say, there’s no audio."

"What do you mean?"

"We taped this. When we get back, we’re selling copies to the whole school. Your social life is ruined when people find out about this."

"No, you can’t do that. I’ll do anything."

"Do you think any guy is gonna wanna touch you after they’ve seen you drenched in the cum of 20 different guys? Hell no."

I started to cry. Tears mixing with the semen on my face. It dribbled down my cheeks into my mouth; damn tears and cum are really salty.

"20 loads of cum isn’t enough of a shaming, we’re gonna do it all over again."

I wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying anymore. I just kept crying. I thought they were just gonna get back at me, and that was the end. But, those fuckers taped this. At least school was over in a week, there were finals, grad, and then high school was done. I looked up, and saw all 20 guys standing around me jacking off. A few came on me, and made there way out of the circle and out of the room. Eventually, all 20 guys had cum on me again, and they all left. I was there, all alone on my knees on a cum drenched carpet, dripping in cum. I wanted to crawl into a hole, curl up and hide from the world. But I couldn’t, the guys had opened the door and started shouting at me to get the fuck out. I stood, and shakily walked towards the door. They were standing there, laughing at me, they followed me back to my room, mocking me all the way. I stripped off my soaking wet uniform, and slipped into the shower. I turned it on, and the feeling of the water running over my body reminded me too much of their cum splattering over me. I turned off the water, and just crawled into the bed, still coated in cum. I had gotten out so fast, that barely any had washed off at all.

The next morning, I woke up, my eyes sealed shut. I quickly remembered the ordeal from last night. My tears dissolved the dried cum on my lashes, allowing me to open my eyes. I sat up, the sheets sticking to me. The dried cum acted as a glue, I had a hard time peeling the bed sheets off of me. I was still too traumatized to use the shower, so I just used a wet towel, and wiped myself down. Great, forced to give myself a whore’s bath.

I saw my school uniform, crumpled on the floor, I picked them up, they were dry at least. However, they were all wrinkled, and you could see the stains the cum had left behind. Great, I had an hour before I had to meet the group downstairs fro breakfast. I didn’t feel like facing those boys, after what the did to me, but I was worried that the teacher supervisor, would yell at me for having such a messy uniform, or worse, he would know what the stains were from, and think poorly of me. I had to go downstairs though, so I bit the bullet, got dressed, and headed downstairs. As I walked to the elevator, I could barely make out my cum-footprints I had made the night before. I stepped into the elevator, and a couple guys from last night were in there as well. They snickered at me, and talked amongst them self, occasionally laughing and pointing at me. My face turned a deep red, and I waited for them to get out, before I did. I made my way into the breakfast room, and took a seat. Everyone had made it there before me, and as soon as I sat down, all the boys started laughing. The teacher sitting a couple seats over managed to restore order. After breakfast, we were taking a bust tour, and while everyone else paired up, I was stuck sitting beside the teacher. I saw him staring at the state of my uniform, and I knew he could smell the cum.

"So, you must’ve had some wild night?"

"Uh, I guess so."

"Well, from the look of al those stains, it was definitely a messy one."

"Um yea, I fell asleep eating some ice cream."

"Oh so that’s what that is? I wonder where that smell is coming from? It kinda smells like sex."

"Oh I didn’t notice."

"I know you’re lying."

"What?"

"I got this envelope last night, and there was a DVD inside. I saw what they did to you."

"And you’re not going to punish them?"

"You’re old enough for you to make your own decisions. From the looks of things, you didn’t put up much of a fight."

"I thought they were just gonna jack of. I had no idea they wanted to cum on me."

"So what am I supposed to do."

"Give them detention or something, you’re a teacher, do something."

"Fine. Driver stop the bus."

The driver parked the bus. The teacher stood up and walked to the front, as he passed me, I could have sworn he grabbed one of my breasts. He rolled down the blinds on the windows, and faced the back of the bus.

"I am aware of the events that passed last night, and action must be taken."

Yes! Those fuckers were gonna get punished for what they did.

"I saw the DVD that was slipped under my door last night, and I want to see the live show."

What? He was supposed to punish them, not encourage them.

"I thought you were on my side! What the hell do you mean ‘live show’!"

"It means round two Abby. Now get on your knees, in the aisle."

He was my teacher, and what was I gonna do? Hit him? I would get suspended or expelled. I couldn’t get off the bus, he was blocking the way. And even if I did, I didn’t know my way back to the hotel. I resigned myself to what was about to happen. I stood up, walked down the aisle. I got on my knees and waited.

"Wow, that’ it? No fuss, you’re just gonna take it?"

"Uh-huh. It’s not like I can stop you."

"Okay then. Boys, get to it."

The boys stood up, and undid their zippers. I looked around, seeing all those small limp cocks. I wanted to get this over with as fast as I could, but these immature boys had trouble getting hard, and had such short staying power. I felt so ashamed, my teacher was there this time, and he had seen a video of the last time. Two days, and two bukkake shamings. I saw the tent in my teacher’s pants, and the bus driver’s. They were watching, and obviously enjoying it. After a few minutes, I was drenched in my classmates’ cum all over again. I could feel their semen as it ran down my body; between my breasts, down my back, and drip off my face. My vagina was getting wet, I was actually enjoying this? My shame had turned into pleasure, I started rubbing it around, I really enjoyed the feel of it on my skin. The teacher and bus driver approached me, the tents in their pants easily visible. They unzipped, and starting jacking off as well. It was bad enough my fellow students were using me like a cum dumpster, but my teacher, and some fat bus driver as well? This was an all new low. My teacher at least, was kind of attractive, but the bus driver was old, fat, and kind of hairy. His cock was really short, but kind of fat, and really grossed me out. He cam first, right on my eyes, as I was looking at his gross penis. My teacher was standing behind me, and allowed his cum to pour out onto my hair, and run down onto my face. I kept rubbing the semen all over my body, and moaned in pleasure. As I opened my mouth, some of the cum slid into my mouth. It was salty, but not that bad. In fact, I kinda liked it. I started licking the cum off of my hands.

"Wow, that slut is really into it!"

"Dude man, great plan to bukkake this bitch last night. Never thought it’d work out so great."

"Driver, back to the hotel please."

"Yes sir. Gotta love them Japanese fellas for inventing this bukkake stuff eh?"

"Sure, just get going already."

The driver slipped his cock back in his pants and zipped up. My teacher zipped up as well, and sat back down. I had tried to wipe as much cum off of myself, and drink it, but I still felt kind of sticky. My clothes were still moist, so I took them off. I rung them out over my face, and allowed the cum to drip into my mouth. I was completely naked on the floor, ringing my uniform out to get more cum to drink. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I had grown a real taste for the stuff. I needed more. I left my clothes on the floor, I couldn’t ring them out anymore, but they were still damp. I approached my teacher, completely naked, and still slightly sticky.

"I thought your cum was the tastiest of it all." I whispered

"I’m glad you liked it."

I started rubbing his crotch, and I could feel him growing in my hand.

"I need more sir, it’s just so warm, and salty. It feel so good on my skin and I my mouth. Please sir, can I have some more?"

"I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. All that jizz on you, it’d be kind of gay."

"But, I wiped most of it off. Please sir, just jack off on my face. You don’t actually have to touch me."

"Fine, but don’t get to close. I don’t want to be touched by your nasty jizz hands."

I lay on the ground, and slid my head between his feet. He started jacking off on his seat, and after a few moments, he pointed his throbbing cock straight down, and blasted me square in the face. Some splattered onto his shoes, and I happily licked it up. I got up, and sat beside him. He told me to keep my distance, and I did. I felt so cheap, I was no better then a soiled rag. Men didn’t mind unloading into me, but they didn’t wanna touch me afterwards. I scooped his cum off my face with my fingers, and licked them clean. I got up, and went to grab my clothes. They were pretty dry, and mainly just sticky and stained. I was getting kind of cold, but cum soiled clothes were better then nothing. I got dressed, and sat back down. I reeked of semen, and a look of disgusts crept onto the teachers face. He got up, and took a seat in the back. I sat there, all alone until we got back to the hotel. On the way out, some of the boys spat on me, others laughed and made jokes. I felt so ashamed. A couple days ago, I was some unattainable, sexy, popular girl. Now, I was no better then the tissues they jerked off into at night. The bus driver hadn’t gotten off yet, and her tuned to me and said.

"Well little lady, time to get out."
"Just, give me a moment."

"Alright, but you gotta give me something."

"What?"

"I heard you begging your teacher for cum, and I’d be happy to give you some of mine."

"Eww, not from you."

"I don’t think you’re in any position to object. Them boys rigged up a camera in here too. Guess there’s gonna be more then one DVD."

"What do I care? My life was ruined when they taped me the first time. I don’t really care now."

"Well, if you don’t care, you won’t mind me shoving my cock in your mouth."

He quickly stood up, and walked towards me. I tried to get past the fat old bastard, but he shoved me on the ground. He picked me up by my still sticky hair, and shoved my face in his crotch. I rocked back onto my knees, as he undid his zipper.

"Suck it slut. Not like you’re gonna get any cock from them. They’re too grossed out by the thought of touching you after all that cum was on you. Me, I don’t care what you’ve been covered in."

His cock sprung free, striking me in the face. It wasn’t very long, but it was quite thick, and it hurt when it smacked my cheek like that. I started stroking him, not quite wanting to stick it in my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my face, and plunged himself into me. I had lost control of the situation, as he started humping my face vigorously. I started gagging, as the tip of his cock started smacking against the back of my throat. A few minutes later, the bucking slowed down, and he grunted as he released his seed inside my mouth. Although his cock looked kind of disgusting, the semen that came out tasted great. I started sucking him hard, in an effort to get every last drop out.

"Thanks slut, haven’t been with a woman in years. Nice to unload into something other than a napkin."

He tugged me along by my hair, and rolled me down the stairs of his bus. He shut the door and drove off. There I was in the middle of the street; cum dripping down my chin, noticeable cum stains on my clothes, and sticky all over. I got up, walked to the front door, and tried to get in. The door man wouldn’t let me in until I showed him my room key. I hurried through the lobby, as people gasped and stared and my appearance. I didn’t bother with the elevator, and just ran upstairs and hid in my room. I didn’t leave my room again, until it was the last day of the trip. I had to wear my dirty clothes on the plane, because I didn’t have pajamas, only this see-through nightie.
The next couple of weeks were horrible. I couldn’t get a guy to go with me grad, people laughed and called me names in the hall, and people threw things at me during the exam. It was as if the whole damn school had seen the DVD’s of those guys cumming all over me. It was a horrible way to end high school. Luckily I had got in to a university in America, so I could start over there. I could avoid people all summer long, and that would be the end of it. I was mistaken. The ringleader of the whole bukkake thing Greg, had an older cousin, Eric, working at the fire hall. Turns out he had seen it as well. I was walking home from the store one day, and I passed the fire hall (it was only like 3 blocks from my house, I passed it all the time). Eric was in the driveway to the fire hall, washing one of the trucks.

"Hey Abby."

"Uh hi, Eric."

"Glad to be done with high school?"

"Uh yeah, I am."

"You don’t seem happy, what’s wrong?"

"Oh. Nothing, I should get going. See ya."

"Oh, I get it. It’s because I’m Greg’s cousin isn’t it?"

"What?"

"Abby, I saw the DVD."

"Oh, you did."

"Yeah, it’s understandable that you’re ashamed. They used you like such a cheap whore."

"Yeah, they kinda did."

"Well, anyways, if you’re looking for some summer work, the boys make quite a mess, we could use someone to clean up."

"What do you mean?"

"We need someone to clean all the hoses."

"Greg told me how addicted to cum you are. With the social lockout that happened after people saw, I imagine you haven’t had a drop of cum since then."

"Um, well you’re right, but—"

"Shut up you slut. You want to feel my cum on your face? Wanna taste of my man seed? Then get inside bitch."

He was right. I did crave cum. I missed the feel, the taste of it. He made an offer that I absolutely couldn’t refuse. I wanted jizz, I needed it. I started walking inside, and he followed behind. We walked through the garage, and through the door.

"Guess who I found boys!"

"Who?"

"That cum fiend from my cousin’s DVD."

"What? Seriously?"

Every fireman in the room turned and looked. Their jaws dropped as they realized he wasn’t lying.

"Get over her bitch."

"Nah babe, get your freaky ass over here. I gotta rub one out and we’re fresh out of kleenex."

Eric grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me along, as the other guys followed him. He shoved me to the floor of their big showering room. He stepped out of his pants, and stood behind me. The other guys caught on, and started taking their pants off as well. Now, these were cocks. So much bigger then the cocks of my former classmates. All the guys were already hard, and jacking themselves off.

"Boys, let’s play a game. The first one to ejaculate has to kiss her after we’re all done."

"Dude, that’s gross."

"What you’re afraid you’ll be first?"

All of a sudden, one of the guys came. I guess he was remembering the video, and it was too much for him.

"Fuck."

"Haha. Jimmy’s gotta kiss her all covered in cum."

"Stupid slut is actually kind of hot, couldn’t help myself."

"Whatever dude."

The other guys kept wanking, and without the fate of having to kiss a cum covered slut at the end, they really got into it. Within minutes, the rest of the guys had all finished with me. It was a familiar feeling, being on my knees, a large group of guys around me, their cum sliding down me. I shakily stood up, and walked towards the nearest shower. I was fully clothed, but it was a hot day out, my clothes would dry. Jimmy came over to me, and gave a quick peck on the cheek. He spat on my face afterwards, to get the taste of cum out of his mouth, and stormed off.

"What do you think you’re doing slut?"

"Uh, getting cleaned up."

"No you’re not. You’re walking home like that. Better hope your parents are out. Now get out of here slut and come back tomorrow, we have something else in store for you."

"And what if I don’t?"

"We’ll mail a copy of that DVD to your parents’ work."

"Fine."

I walked out of the firehouse, and into the hot summer sun. As I kept walking, I could almost feel the jizz drying on my skin. My clothes began to stiffen up, as the jizz acted like a glue to the fibers. I eventually made it home, and immediately hopped in the shower clothes and all. It took awhile to rub out all the cum, but at long last I was no longer sticky, and the smell of sperm was gone; my clothes were clean as well, but I put them in the wash anyways. I lay on my bed wondering, what could they have planned for me tomorrow. They already used me like the cum dumpster I was, did they wanna go at it again, or was it something entirely new? I read a book, and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, I got up, remembering the past day’s events. I had slept in, so I decided to head to the fire hall, to avoid my parents’ finding out. I got dressed in a really short denim skirt, no panties or bra, and a tight thin white tank top. I practically ran down the street, I didn’t want to be late. I reached the fire hall, and rushed inside.

"I’m here guys, let’s get this over with."

"Good, thought you weren’t gonna show. Follow me."

I walked behind, but to my surprise he wasn’t taking me back to the showers. Instead, we were in the kennel. The fire hall kept Dalmatians, just for traditions sake; they didn’t actually do anything. There were three spacious cages, a big Dalmatian on each one.

"These are the dogs. All male."

"So?"

"It’s not us who are having fun with you today, it’s them."

"Wait what?"

"You heard me slut. Now open the cages."

I walked around the room, pulling the latches open, letting the dogs free to roam the open space. They wagged their tails, and paced around me, happy to see a new face. They licked my hands, jumped up on me, and playfully barked.

"Now, pick a dog, and bring him with you."

I grabbed the nearest one by the collar, and followed Eric out of the room. I followed him back into the rec room, where I saw all the firemen, sitting in chairs.

"It’s not a donkey show in Tijuana, but it’s the next best thing."

"Get undressed, and onto your hands and knees."

I didn’t bother putting up a fight, and just complied. As I kneeled there, on all fours, quivering and naked, he brought the dog I picked in front of me.

"Look him in the face, slut, I want you to see this in your mind’s eye as he fucks you from behind. I want you to always know this dog’s face."

I looked up at the dog, who seemed to be smiling. He walked up to me and licked my face.

"Now grab his cock, get it hard."

I reached under him, and felt around until I found the furry sheath. It was so small. I kept rubbing, and I stared in amazement, as it quickly grew much larger. Must have been at least 9 inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I didn’t have super thick wrists, but still it was thicker then any human cock I’d seen; and I had seen a lot. As soon as the dog’s penis was erect, Eric led him behind me. The dog sniffed at my pussy that had already started getting moist. The dog leapt up, and placed his front paws on my shoulders. The dog starting humping, but kept missing, as I never felt his cock touch me. I reached back, and guided him in. As soon as the tip of the dog cock had entered, he resumed his wild bucking. I was no virgin, but it still hurt like hell, as the huge dog penis stretched me wider then I had ever been. My entire body shook, and I struggled to maintain my balance. A few minutes later, I felt a bulge in the dog’s boner, at the entrance to my pussy. I felt the bulge work deeper into me, and when it had reached the tip, I felt hot dog sperm shoot deep inside me. The bulge started moving to the base of the dogs cock, but stopped just before leaving my pussy. I tried crawling out from under the dog, but he was stuck inside me. We were knotted together. This elicited laughter from most of the firemen watching. I was already ashamed of my bukkake addiction, and the fact that I just fucked by a dog, but now I was stuck? It was too much. I felt like I was going to cry, but just before I did, I felt the bulge shrink, and the dog cock slide out of me.

"Bring the other two in."

My mind and heart were racing. I had just been fucked by one dog, and it had been such an ordeal for my pussy, and I had two more to go?

"Bring me the bucket."
One of the guys in the back passed the bucket through the crowd to the front, and Eric placed in under my pussy as dog cum started to dribble out. The other two Dalmatians were led in, and the other was led out. The two new dogs sniffed at my pussy, gave it a couple licks, and lost interest.

"You’re pussy looks pretty sore, and there’s no way a dog cock is gonna fit in your ass, so why don’t you jack em off into the bucket."

"At the same time?"

"Damn straight slut."

I sat up, with the bucket between my legs. I coaxed both dogs towards me, with one standing over each of my legs. I reached under each one, and felt the familiar furry sheath. I stroked back and forth, and within seconds I had two horny Dalmatians. I kept stroking, and felt the bulge in the dog’s cock, in my left hand, start working its way to the tip, and brought the bucket under him. I aimed the cock downwards, and dog seed erupted into it. I quickly licked the residual cum off of him, and the dog was led out. I turned my attention to the third and final dog. I placed both hands on him, and revved up the pace. In seconds, I felt the bulge rush to the tip, and I aimed this dog’s cock into the bucket. The first load came out with such force, that the cock slipped out of my hands, and blasted me in the face and breasts. A roar of laughter came from the crowd. I fumbled with it, and managed to collect the rest of it in the bucket. I cleaned this cock as well, and the third and final dog was led away.

"What do you want me to do with the cum in the bucket?"

"Get dressed first."
I quickly slipped my skirt and tank top back on, and cum soaked through the thin white cloth, giving them all a fairly clear view of my tits.

"Pour it over yourself. The whole thing."

I picked up the bucket and lifted it over my head.

"Wait, tilt your head back and leave your mouth open as you pour it."

I did as he commanded, and found that I actually like the taste of dog spunk. It was salty just like human jizz, but with a sweeter aftertaste. This is not to say that I didn’t like the flavor of human cum. The dog sperm showered over me, getting into my hair, in my mouth, on my face, and drenching my clothes. When I opened my eyes, I found it hard, because thick ropes of really sticky jizz had almost glued them shut. I pushed them to the side, and licked them off my fingers. I stared down at my clothes, and my tank top was completely see through, and my skirt was absolutely soaked.

"Wanna get cleaned off bitch?"

"Yes please."

"Alright boys, clean her up."

I thought they were gonna towel me off, but boy was I wrong. Some had gotten boners watching me and the dogs, but others had to stroke themselves a few times to get hard. They circled around me, and I was in a very familiar place; surrounded by horny guys, and about to be cummed on. Only this time I was already soaked in dog cum. After about a half hour, every guy in the room had dumped their seed on me, and walked out. I was kneeling their on the floor, alone, or so I though. Eric was still there. He walked in front of me, and started wanking.

"Open up bitch, it’s target practice."

Just like his cousin, he had such short staying power, and within seconds he had unloaded his first wad of cum. He missed my gaping mouth, and hit me in the eye. His second load didn’t shoot out, but rather dribbled onto my tongue.

"Now get out of here slut. We’re done with you."

"I don’t have to come back anymore?"

"Not exactly. You still have to come back, but that’s the end of the bukkake, unless you want it."

"What about the dogs?"

"Only if you ask."

I stood up, smiled at him, and walked out. It was hard to walk, as every time I took a step forward, the sticky cloth of my jean skirt restricted my movements more and more. I wasn’t wearing panties, but it was dark out now; no one would see me. I stripped naked, and walked out, naked, drenched in cum, soaking clothes in hand.

 

THE END

CYCLIST BECOMES THE BIKE

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 Cyclist becomes the bike.

 Back a while,no fancy kit for every type of sport,oh no,just shorts and a shirt. In my sport,you needed a bike a pair of cycling shoes and some muscle power as well.

 You've got it,I rode a bike. I went everywhere on it,including club riding and journeys on my own. This was one such occasion; - I took some actions for long rides,two water bottles,tool kit/puncture kit and I always slid a slick of vaseline along my ass groove for avoiding ass sweat and saddle soreness, then off I went.

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 Lightweight in body,about 110lbs. Slim,blond and blue eyed,almost irrelevant to th

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is story? Maybe! but that was me,slim,innocent and male. This day I had travelled about 50 miles and was now high in some hill's on a road that allowed a view down over the sides in both directions and the heat of day had dropped some. As a young guy,I was ever conscious of my dick and I enjoyed the loosness of my shorts allowing my cock to get ever colder until it felt like an ice-lolly along the top of my thigh. When this occured I invariably stopped at a gate,made sure I wasn't being watched and had a very enjoyable wank,depositing my cum on the gate post or over the grass.

 Now stopped for this reason,I could hear a tractor somewhere in the distance and knowhere to be seen. A short while before two girls obviously local,cycled past going in the other direction. I say local because they had just dresses on and these were riding up their thighs revealing all,right up to their panties. That was enough for my bad boy to demand attention. So having started to feel the coldness of my cock,I was interupted by the sound of this tractor coming now along the metalled road. I thought,good when he's passed,I'll have my wank. But he didn't pass,well not straight away. Swinging in a bit to where the gate was,the farm hand jumped down and with diesel thumping away,went to the large backwheel as he nodded at me with a grin and flipping his fly open pulled out a sizable piece of man meat and started pissing.

 I'm sure I didn't give any signs of interest,- yes I'd looked at this cock as one might, but no more than that and I'd estimated on reflection,the farmhand was about 34/35ish. His physic was muscular typical of a country manual worker. Now looking back over the gate I was at,his voice was nearer and he said, "fuck I was busting for that. What you up to then,looking for summat to nick?" - I realised he still had his cock out in his hand, - "N-O, I was admiring the view" As I uttered this I could have bit my tongue off. I meant the scenic view,but the connotation could have meant his dick.

 In an instant,he'd closed in behind me and with a muscular arm down over my shoulder and his calassed hand on my stomach, - "Me too and I like what I see" I trembled with fear and trepidation as his other hand pulled at my waistband in an effort to pull my shorts off my ass cheeks, "Come on don't fight me,a lovely blue eyed blond,I bet I'm not your first" - "FUCK OFF! will you,I'm not into what you're after" - I was totally innocent at this time but he'd already made it clear where he was at. His knob was hard against my now uncovered ass cheek and his fingers were fingering my ass groove. "Bullshit,you've even greased it up in case you find a hard one. Well you have"

 Twist and wriggle as I might,with his stiffy pressing at my sphincter,there was no way I'd save my virginity from this brutal hardon cock waving country bastard. By now my shorts were off my waist and down by my ankles and his hand much to my surprise was wrapped around my hardon. In my struggling I'd lost sight of the hardon I'd created with a view to having my wank. My sphincter was no match for this country cock as it pushed me open. Surprisingly I expected to find great pain as he opened my ass,but no,after the spongy head had opened me to what felt like an enormous size the shaft pressed ever deeper up me and before I knew it he had my cock in both hands as leverage and started pumping at me with gusto until with ever greater grunts I heard his first gasp against my ear as his first shot of sperm launched itself deep inside my rectum. He was riding me good and it was all up hill as he pressed me against the gate.

 "Fuck,you're fucking tight" with deminishing shorter thrusts I felt every squirt of his cum as it spewed up inside my asshole. Then he pulled out. Grabbed at the edge of my shirt,using it to wipe his cock off. "Fuck I needed that,see you around kid" With his deminishing hardon placed back in his trousers he climbed back up into the tractor and pissed off. Surprisingly on checking my shirt,it showed signs of wetness,but that was all. I felt my asshole and I could feel spunk dribbling out,so I decided to strain a bit to remove it if I could. It worked,then still with disbelief I started to have my delayed wank,thinking as I did how sensational his cock felt pulsing and thrusting in my ass. I tell you,what ever that cock done I don't know, but I shot off the most astounding amount of sperm,it was at least twice my normal amount of cum,in fact probably three times as much and my orgasm was horrendous.

 Bye.

  

Subway Horror

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Carly was a single mom like any other. When her job as a waitress in a cheap restaurant where sleazy guys kept trying to feel her ass ended she went home to take care of her ten year old twin girls. To make things worse their health wasn’t the best probably because of a bad nutrition and with asthma and other conditions health care was another serious problem. Money was never enough and sometimes Carly thought she couldn’t take any more.

The girl’s father had left a long time ago. A high school passion that ended minutes after the pregnancy test.

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style="mso-spacerun: yes">   Carly was twenty-eight now and only signs of her once great beauty remained.   She had long black hair, brown eyes and was short and very thin with about 110 pounds. Her full lips gave a wonderful smile that wasn’t used for years. She had no reason to be happy.

 

Her boss’s name was Herb. Herb was a fat middle-aged guy with a bad temper. He seemed to hate the world and take it out on his employees.

The day had started as always. Carly left the girls at her neighbours’ house and paid the full month. The woman wasn’t the greatest nanny around but she was close and cheap.   When Carly got to work Herb called her to his office. She was wearing the restaurant’s uniform that was red and a little too short for her taste. Her nametag was above her left breast. Herb sat behind his desk and looked at her with a cruel expression.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Yes Carly. There is. I’m going to have to let you go.”

Carly couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Look I need this job. I got two daughters…”

“You think I give a shit?”

“Just don’t fire me. Please!”

Herb looked at her amused.

“So should I fire someone else? I need to cut costs. Someone has to go.”

“Not me.”

“Why shouldn’t I pick you? You’re always late, you’re not friendly to the costumers and you sure as hell are not friendly to me.”

Carly knew where this was going.

“I’ll be friendly. I swear.”

“What do you mean friendly?”

She knew what she had to do.

“I’ll suck your cock.”

“Is that all?”

Herb was really enjoying this.

“Anytime you want it.”

“Will you swallow?”

“Yes.”

“You know I’m a married man.”

She didn’t answer.

“Come here.”

Carly walked to him.

“Kneel.”

She obeyed and looked at him. She was pale and her hands were shaking.

“Now give me a kiss.”

Herb grabbed her by the hair and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. He had an awful breath and Carly almost became nauseous with his tongue playing with hers and going around exploring her mouth.

“Well bitch start sucking and prepare to give the best head of your life. God knows you have the lips for it. Lets see if you know how to use them”.

He got up and Carly unzipped his pants. Soon he was naked from the waist down pants on his feet. He sat down again and took out a cigar.

Herb had a thick cock but not too long and a huge pair of balls. His shirt left some of his huge stomach free. He had huge legs that he opened wide. The cock was already hard and ready for fun. She picked it up and closed her eyes.

“I want you to call me daddy you hear me you bitch?”

“Yes daddy.”

She used her tongue to lick around the head of his cock. She licked it for a while and then went down and licked his shaft all the way to the balls. Carly had always been a wonderful cocksucker. Boys went mad with her lips and always begged her for it. She had gained quite an experience in her time. Now it was a long time since she had been with any man

“Start sucking whore. Enough with the licking.”

She put half his cock in her mouth and used the tongue to lick the shaft as it went in. With one hand she held his balls squeezing them gently while with the other she jerked his cock as she sucked it slowly.

“Oh I see you’ve done this before. Maybe you should get a job sucking cock what do you think?”

Carly kept sucking trying to block out his voice.

“Listen bitch I want you to suck harder. I like it rough.”

Saying this Herb grabbed her hair and pushed his whole cock into her mouth. She gagged not expecting such violence and he laughed having succeeded in his objective.

Herb kept pounding her mouth with brutal strength as Carly struggled for air. She had spit coming out of her mouth and kept making gagging sounds as his cock reached deep into her throat.

“God your lips are wonderful. Keep them firm around the cock baby.”

Carly had never been fucked in the mouth this way. At times it seemed she was about to puke but she always managed not to. Herb filled her mouth completely and her lips were hurting as her mouth had to be wide open to receive such a thick piece of flesh so deeply inside. She thought he might actually rip her mouth apart with such powerful thrusts into her. Finally he took his dick out and pulled her head up to see her face.

“You like to be fucked like this you little slut?”

“Yes daddy.”

She could hardly speak.

“Get my balls in your mouth whore.”

Carly grabbed those huge balls and started licking them all around. Then she got one in her mouth and played with it with her tongue.

“That’s a good girl.”

Herb rubbed her face all over them. Then he slapped her face with his cock again and again laughing. She had some spit running down her chin and her cheeks were filled with saliva.

“Now I want you to swallow all your milk and thank your daddy.”

“Yes daddy.”

“You want your morning milk? Say please whore.”

“Please give me my milk daddy.”

He grabbed her hair again and shoved his cock into her mouth. He pushed her down hard.

“What a deep throat you have. Fuck!”

He pushed her head up and down while his cock kept fucking her mouth. She gagged and spit struggling not to throw up all over the floor. It was getting harder and harder. Her throat was hurting so bad and so was her neck. Finally he pushed his whole cock into her and held her head down while semen filled her mouth. She started to swallow as she could but the cum didn’t seem to stop. She let some escape from her mouth to the floor but most of it went straight down her throat. Herb pushed his cock in and out two or three more times as hard as before and finally took it out and left her free. Carly could hardly breath. She was dizzy and feeling sick. Cum was sliding down from her chin to the neck. She had tears rolling down her face.

“Well what are you waiting for? Clean my cock with your tongue.”

She did what he ordered. She swallowed every bit of sperm that had stayed around his cock’s head or fallen to the balls. He was smoking while watching.

“You missed a spot.”

“Yes daddy.”

When she was over she started to get up but he pushed her down again.

“There’s some on the floor. Lick it.”

Feeling humiliated beyond her worse dreams Kylie picked a small bit of cum with her finger.

“No bitch. I want you to go down there and lick it off the floor.”

Carly was now crying heavily but she had to do this for her daughters. She lowered her head to the floor and licked the cum.

Herb pulled his pants up and stood up laughing.

“That’s where you belong honey. Down on the floor for me to step on.”

He pushed his shoe against her mouth and got some of it inside.

“Lick them.”

She licked his shoe wishing that it would all be over soon.

“Good. Now get the fuck out of here.”

Carly got up and wiped her tears and all the cum with her hand.   Her knees were red. She ran to the bathroom hoping no one would see her and cleaned up. She started looking for another job that same day but it was hard and weeks went by without any luck and with Herb having his daily fun.

 

One Sunday night she had to do a double shift and went home late at night. In the subway she travelled alone. It was raining and cold.   It was 2 am when four black men walked in. They were all big and strong and in their 20’s. Their clothes indicated they were probably part of some gang with their guetto style. They sat and started talking loud and laughing. Carly got up to leave at the next stop but suddenly she saw one of the guys was right behind her.

“Hey beautiful. Where are you going?”

She said nothing just looked outside hoping the sub would stop soon.

“Hey guys we got a real hot lady here.”

The other men went over to him and surrounded her looking menacing.

“Let’s see what she’s carrying.”

The boss took her purse and went through her things. He put the money in his pocket and laughed when he saw the photos of the twins.

“Nice girls. Maybe we should pay them a visit.”

“Shut up you bastard.”

The men slapped her hard in the face and she fall over to one of the other guys.

“Wow watch it lady.”

Carly was wearing a long winter coat with jeans and a white sweater. They started feeling her body rubbing her nipples and pussy through the clothes while one of them held her. She tried to fight but it was useless.

“You should be careful when you talk to me. Now listen carefully. The boys and me want us a party. We want to fuck a white girl tonight and you seem just right for it”

“FUCK YOU.”

“Exactly. That’s just what I want. Now I got your address right here and your keys. So if you give us any shit I’ll pay a visit to your two beautiful girls and then we’ll have a really great fucking   party. Is that what you want?

“No. Please don’t hurt them”

The subway stopped and all of them got out. The station was completely empty at that hour. The held her tight and took her to the men’s bathroom. She didn’t make a sound. The thought of those men hurting her daughters frightened her so much she was willing to do anything they wanted.

The bathroom was filthy. There was some water on the floor lots of garbage and the light was weak to say the least. The boss of the gang pushed her against one of the sinks. He pulled her pants and white panties down and pulled his cock out. His eyes were full of lust as she could see by his reflection in the dirty mirror. He pushed his cock inside her from behind and started fucking her with a brutal amount of power. She held the sink tight trying to get her mind to go to another place.

“Open your eyes cunt.”

He grabbed her hair and made her watch him sink his teeth into her neck. That mirror showed her the disgusting spectacle behind her. The other guys all had their cocks out and she knew she was going to have to serve them all. The stereotype was true as all of them had huge dicks what made her even more afraid. The one inside her seemed to want to rip her apart but this was only the beginning. What state would she be in when three other gigantic cocks ravished her?

His dick was so deep inside her abdomen seemed like ready to explode. Carly was trying not to scream but it wasn’t easy. He was biting her neck so hard blood started to drip from the wound. He licked the blood and smiled with pleasure. Her pussy was now completely wet. That embarrassed her but there was nothing she could do. Suddenly he stopped and ordered the other guys to take her clothes off. In a matter of seconds she was completely naked with her shaved pussy wet right in front of them and blood all over her neck.

“Get in position cunt.”

She again grabbed the sink and saw through the mirror what was happening behind her. They started smacking her ass and fingering her pussy. She had hands on her breasts squeezing her nipples and pulling them out. One guy started fingering her ass while the other had two fingers up her pussy. She had no idea how many hands were over her or inside her.

“Spread your legs bitch.”

She did as ordered and they opened her pussy wide. They pulled her lips aside for a guy to push three fingers inside and start fucking her. They pinched her clit making her scream of pain. Her ass was red with so much spanking. Carly just stood there as they played with her body. She was exposed. The boss bit her nipples so hard it looked like we was going to cut them off. Then he slapped her small breasts a few times. One guy burned her ass and tits with a cigarette and laughed as he heard her screams. They were biting all over her body and numerous wounds bled to the floor.

When they were happy they started fucking her from behind taking turns. She wished someone would turn up but it was far to late and no one was going to. She knew it in the back of her mind. By now Carly had started to scream as they fucked her harder and harder. Those four cocks fucked her for about an hour before they decided to move on. During that time against her will two strong orgasms had shaken her body even more much to the delight of the men. She hated her pussy for responding in such a way to those savages. No man had yet had an orgasm.

“You think this was hard? Think again.”

The boss pushed her to the floor and shoved his cock in her mouth. They surrounded her and again abused her without mercy. Her lips were fucked just as brutal as with Herb except this time there was four men not one. The first guy to cum did it inside her mouth. She swallowed all his sperm feeling sick with the taste. His balls smacked her chin again and again as he fucked her a few more times before taking the cock out. The other two sprayed her face. Those huge loads of cum hit her in the mouth, nose, eyes and even ears. Some of it went to her hair. They used their cocks to smear it all over her. Only the boss was left. He dragged her by the hair through the dirty floor as she screamed for help yet again. He pushed her inside one of the toilets and made her kneel with her face right in front of the vase. There was some urine on the floor and the vase had toilet paper and some excrement inside. He pushed her head almost in as he shoved his cock into her dry ass. She gave her loudest scream yet. He pushed and pushed until he finally had his entire monstrous dick inside.

“What a tight ass you have.”

Carly couldn’t take the awful smell that surrounded her. She closed her eyes not to see her reflection in the dirty water in the vase. Yet it didn’t matter. The pain just made her crazy. He pounded her ass without any pity. Some blood was coming out of her rectum but that only made him even more excited. He took his cock out and turned her around.

“Suck it whore.”

She threw up as soon as she saw his cock with some of her own excrement around it. Vomit fell all over her.

“Fucking bitch. You’re going to pay.”

He jerked his cock twice and shot four jets of hot steamy cum into her face. Some of it went right into her mouth. The rest mixed with the cum from the other guys and some vomit.

“You’re thirsty? Drink!”

He pushed her face inside the vase. She tried to get up but he was too strong. Her face went deep into the water. Some of it she drank as she struggled to breath. When he was happy he took her out. Her hair was wet and some toilet paper had wrapped itself around her head.

“Its almost over honey. Now since we’re in a bathroom we’re not going away without using it right? Open your mouth.”

He took a knife out of nowhere and made a huge cut on her right breast.

“OPEN.”

She did what he said. All of them urinated into her face and mouth. Again the boss was last. He put his cock inside her mouth and made her swallow all his urine. She drank it all. The acid bitter fluid filled her mouth and rolled down her throat into her stomach.

“You’re a good human toilet. Maybe I wont go see your babies now. Maybe.”

He spat on her face and shoved some toilet paper in her mouth. Then all of them left leaving her lying on the toilet floor with urine and sperm all around her.

 

The police never found the men.  

Nancy

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Nancy parked and stared at the store front for a moment, wondering why she decided to stop here. She’d been driving around aimlessly for more than an hour, trying to come to grips with her life.

The driving wasn’t helping at all.

She sighed heavily, opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement.

She tried to peek in the windows as she walked to the entrance, but her own reflection blurred everything inside. Nancy looked at herself, wondering where her life had gone. She tried to picture herself as the twenty-year old girl she sometimes still felt like: happy, attractive, and excited about life, not as the dumpy, middle-aged woman staring back at her from the window.

Nancy sighed again. Before he left on a business trip that morning, her h

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usband Jack hadn’t even kissed her goodbye, and she wouldn’t see him again for a couple weeks. If she was lucky, he might call once or twice while he was gone, but their conversations wouldn’t last more than a few minutes.

She realized that Jacks ego had suffered a large blow after he’d lost his job so close to retirement, and she’d been happy for him when he started his own business, even if it meant not seeing him for weeks at a time. Jack always told her that a man like him, in his mid-50’s, had to work that much harder to keep an edge over all the young sharks swimming in todays workplace.

He was probably right, she knew, but she still felt lonely and abandoned. Nancy idly wondered if Jack was having an affair, or if it even mattered to her anymore.

Most of her friends were retiring and busy; always off on a new cruise or a neat trip, and now here she was, alone, her husband out of town, her daughters moved away and married with kids of their own.

Jack’s right, she thought. I just don’t know what to do with myself.

He’d told her to get a hobby, do something new and fun and exciting. Find something to take up her free time. Go shopping with her friends, or get a new hairdo or join a gym.

Something.

Nancy ran her hand through her hair. Jack hadn’t noticed when she took his advice and got her hair cut short, like Dorothy What’s-her-name, the figure skater. She’d dyed her hair too; to a nice, light brown that hid the grey that was creeping into her normal, mousy color.

She smiled a little and adjusted her new wire-rimmed glasses. The clerk at the optometrists’ said they made Nancy look ten years younger, so she’d bought two pairs. Jack grunted when he saw them, just like when she mentioned she’d started taking aerobics classes.

At least she was losing some weight.

But the gym hadn’t been the social outlet she’d hoped, either. Everyone she had class with were in their twenties and already in great shape. And their conversations! All about ‘going clubbing’ and sex.

The excercise seemed to be helping her waistline though, so she’d bought some new clothes and tried some cute new underwear. Nancy had hoped Jack would like them on her. She smiled again, remembering his shocked expression when she walked out of the bathroom last night, wearing her new lacy panties and bra.

She had felt a little silly in them, but the sales clerk at the lingerie store told her the push up bra and thong panties were all the rage. She tried to get Jack to make love, but he’d just kissed her forehead, saying he was too tired and he had to get up early in the morning.

Then he rolled over and fell asleep.

Sitting in the bed next to her snoring husband, she cried quietly, her tears falling, staining her new bra.

Nancy shook herself a little. She noticed someone inside the store now, behind the counter, so she opened the door and walked in.

 

It took a minute for her eyes to get accustomed to the light in the building.

Nancy glanced over at the counter where the owner, Matt, was busy helping a customer.

She caught his eye, and he gave her a big smile and a wave.

Nancy felt her stomach do a quick flip-flop and her whole body tingled, the little hairs at the back of her neck standing up. She felt herself grinning like a silly girl, and wondered why coming here and chatting with Matt always seemed to make her feel better.

She waved back at him.

Nancy walked around the store while Matt finished with his customer, shooting little, furtive looks at him, and remembered when she first stopped in here. She used to walk her dog by the store almost every day. Once, for some reason Nancy couldn’t remember, she’d peeked inside. Matt had been standing behind the counter, right where the customer was standing now, and he’d had the strangest look on his face. She’d thought about going in to see if he was all right, but the damn dog pulled her away. She’d felt guilty for leaving, because he’d looked so funny, and had gone back to see him later that afternoon to make sure he was okay. While she was there, Matt and one of his employees had helped her with some silly thing, until a gorgeous young blonde breezed in, kissed him passionately, and whisked him away.

Just like in the romance novels she liked to read. Except usually in her books, it was the other way around. For some reason she couldn’t quite explain, Nancy felt a little jealous twinge at the thought of Matt with that woman. For months she’d wondered what they did that night. She often imagined them together, going back to Matt’s house and making love.

Except in her fantasy, the gorgeous young blonde was really Nancy, and Matt was having sex with her.

Matt finished ringing up his sale, and a bell jingled as the customer left the store. Nancy blinked and looked around. She was the only other person left in the store now, and suddenly the butterflies in her stomach flip-flopped again.

She grabbed a random book off the shelf without bothering to look at it, and tried to casually make her way up to the counter.

"Hey, Nancy." Matt always seemed excited to see her.

Nancy plopped the book onto the counter. "Hi!"

"Wow," Matt looked her up and down, smiling. "You look great."

Nancy felt herself blushing furiously. "Oh, come on."

"No, no, really. You changed your hair, didn’t you?"

She self-consciously patted her hair. "You like it?"

Matt gave her a big smile that sent the butterflies shooting around in her tummy.

"New glasses, too," he paused, arched his eyebrow at her. "And perfume?"

Wow. Nancy’d forgotten about the perfume. That had been a spur of the moment thing. She’d dabbed some on just before she left the house.

Did I do that on purpose, she wondered?

Maybe.

"So what are you up to today, young lady?"

"Well, my husband’s out of town on business." What am I up to? she thought. I don’t have any idea. Nancy shrugged, and said, "I’ve got a few weeks to myself and didn’t really have anything to do tonight, so I thought I’d catch up on my reading."

Matt looked at the book lying on the counter. He grinned. "So you ran up here for a copy of ‘Hot Young Pony Boys in Love’?"

"Oh..." Nancy felt heat flush from the top of her head down to her feet. She managed to stammer, "I...I must’ve grabbed the wrong book. I..."

"Hey, don’t worry." Matt patted her hand. "Not that this isn’t probably a great book, if you’re a closeted gay man with a teenage boy fixation." He studied her for a second. "But for you, I think maybe something not quite so steamy. I’m sure can find you something more your speed, okay?

Nancy grinned sheepishly as she followed Matt back over to the book racks.

Jesus, she thought. Way to make an impression.

Matt was busy thumbing through books, mumbling under his breath. "Ah. Here we go." He pulled out a thick paperback, handed it to her. "I think this would be a good choice. You’ll like this one."

"Okay, I’ll take it." Nancy marched back to the counter, digging change out of her purse.

Matt followed her at a leisurely pace and eased back behind the register, staring at her quizzically. "You sure? Maybe you should read the cover, see if it’s something you really want to buy."

"No, no, if you say so, I’m sure I’ll like it."

Matt raised his eyebrows. He was about to say something else when the bell rang again and one of his employees walked in. Nancy wasn’t sure if she should be relieved for the interruption or not.

"Hey, Jorge," Matt said. "Glad you’re here."

Jorge set a backpack on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket. "Hey Matty. Man, it’s warm out there."

"Spring has sprung. I’ve been sneezing all day."

"Yeah, me too." Jorge nodded to Nancy, folded his jacket and looked around. "Anybody else here yet?"

Matt nodded towards the back of the store. "Yeah. Mike and Sarah are in the warehouse, and Jimmie’s counting out his till."

"Should I grab a new drawer?"

"No." Matt tapped a pen on the cash register. "You can go ahead and work on this one tonight."

"Cool. Let me shove this stuff in my locker and I’ll be right back."

Nancy handed Matt some cash and Matt rang up her purchase as Jorge wandered off. Matt gave her some change and a receipt, and put the book in a bag.

"So that’s it for tonight, huh?"

She paused, looked at the bag. She realized she had no idea what she’d just bought. "I guess so. I lead a really exciting life, huh?"

Matt hunkered down on the counter. "I’ve got an idea."

"What’s that?" Nancy took the bag and accidentally touched Matt’s hand. Her stomach did another little flip, and she felt a warm, tingling sensation, like pins and needles, shoot up her arm. Her legs suddenly felt rubbery, and the store spun for a second. Then she had the bag in her hand, and the room snapped back into focus. The tingling sensation stayed though, settling down in her stomach.

"As soon as Jorge gets back I’m finished here for tonight, and I don’t really have any plans either." He pointed at the bag. "I wondered if you’d like to postpone your reading for a bit and join me for dinner?"

Nancy’s mouth dropped open, and she managed to stammer, "You mean, like a date?"

Matt laughed good-naturedly. "I mean, like having dinner. What do you say?"

 

 

About and hour later, Nancy found herself downtown, seated across from Matt at a swanky new French restaurant, feeling a little stunned.

Matt had followed her home so she could drop off her car. She gave him a quick tour of her house, changed clothes in a rush, and they ran back out to his car. As she buckled into the seat next to him, Matt told her about a great restaurant that a friend of his just opened and thought they should try.

And here she was, sitting across from this young hunk. He’d been the perfect gentleman all night, holding doors open for her, helping her with her seat, helping her decide what to order. Dinner was fabulous, and he’d listened intently as Nancy babbled on about Jack and the state of her marriage, and she’d listened happily all through dessert as Matt told her about his vacation plans to spend spring break visiting some friends in California.

Nancy couldn’t remember the last time Jack had taken her out for a nice dinner, much less paid attention to anything she had to say.

Honestly, she thought, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a good time.

She studied Matt for a second, and amended that last thought.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this attracted to someone, either.

After dessert, Matt paid the check, and as he helped her into her jacket, Nancy realized she didn’t want the night to end. He held his arm out for her as they left the restaurant, and she wrapped herself around him, smiling up at him as they walked back to the parking lot.

Tonight, she realized, she felt like that twenty year old buried inside her just might pop back out.

A man brushed by them, causing Nancy to break out of her bliss, and he walked into an adult video store. The sign above the door read: Angie’s - Lingerie and More!

Nancy shook her head. "Honestly! I can’t believe anyone would want to go into one of those places."

Matt looked up at the sign, then back at her. "What? You mean you’ve never gone into a sex shop before?"

"God, no!"

He laughed. "Why not?"

She gaped at him, and sputtered. "Because...because I... Well." She shrugged her shoulders. "Because only perverts go into places like that."

He laughed again. "This is coming from the woman who was going to buy the gay stud porno book." Matt stepped over to the door and opened it, waved for her to join him. "Here, let’s go in."

In the back of Nancy’s mind, a little voice was trying to be heard, overriding her good, common sense.

"Oh. Oh no. You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not going in there."

He peeked inside, then took her gently by the elbow. "I don’t see any perverts running amok in there. C’mon. It’ll be an adventure. Didn’t you say your husband’s always telling you that you should try new things?"

"I don’t think he meant to hang out with people buying smut."

"If you’ve never tried green eggs, Sam..."

Nancy tried to stand her ground, but giggled.

"C’mon. Have I ever led you wrong?" Matt gave her a puppy look.

The little voice in her head wondered, what would the girls at the gym do? She thought she knew that answer.

Nancy sighed, relenting. "Oh, all right. But just for a minute."

The little voice gave her a pat on the back. She was going to do something crazy and spontaneous!

Matt grinned and led her inside.

 

Nancy clung to Matt and followed him down a short hallway that opened up into a large, spacious warehouse divided into two floors, with another room at the back of the strore. She looked out over shelves and racks packed full of stuff that she never dreamed existed. A counter full of colorful bottles, magazines and sex toys was located right next to the hallway. Nancy gazed around, taking everything in. It wasn’t at all like she’d expected. The store was bright and clean, with several couples wandering around, shopping.

An attractive young woman working at the counter nodded to Matt, who smiled back.

"Hey, Angie!"

"Matt! Long time, no see!" The young woman broke into a huge smile and bounded around the counter. She flung herself at Matt, almost bowling him over, and threw her arms around him. "You look so fucking hot, I could just eat you up!"

Matt smiled at Nancy as the woman broke her clinch. "Nancy, this is Angela. She owns this fine establishment."

Nancy stood, shocked. Angela was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. She was tall and thin, but shapely, with a lions mane of curly, bright red hair. She wore a long, green velvet dress, and black knee-high boots with long, spiked heels. Her full lips were just a shade darker than her hair, and when she smiled at Matt, her entire face lit up.

For the second time that day, Nancy felt a pang of jealousy run through her body. She suddenly felt very old and plain.

Matt untangled himself and Angela turned a pair of intense green eyes on Nancy, taking her in. She set her hands on her hips and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "So. What are you two doing tonight, popping in out of the blue?"

"Nancy’s never been into a place like this before. I thought we’d just have a look around."

A customer wandered over to the counter, looking for help. Angela smiled at Nancy again. "Well. You kids have fun." She gave Matt a quick kiss on the cheek and bounded back behind the counter. "Just yell if you need anything. I’ll only be here for a few more minutes, but Tammy and Candy are both around here somewhere."

Matt took Nancy by the arm again, walking her into the store. Nancy looked up at him, then back at Angela. "So you two know each other?"

He grinned back. "Angela and I are, umn...acquainted. Yeah."

Huh, Nancy wondered. What exactly does that mean?

She looked around. "This isn’t as bad as I thought."

He laughed. "Angela doesn’t tolerate the sleazy thing, with guys in overcoats slinking around exposing themselves to helpless young women." He ruffled her hair, then his face got serious for a second. "But there are some places like this here in town that a woman probably shouldn’t go. At least not by herself."

He stopped at the end of an aisle, filled with adult toys. Nancy’s eyes popped open, and Matt grinned again.

"But she’s definitely in the sex business."

Nancy wandered down the aisle, taking everything in. Boxes of condoms, rubber dolls, underwear, handcuffs, bondage equipment, rubber penises of every shape, size and color, everything she’d heard the girls at the gym giggling about, right in front of her eyes.

"What do people use all this stuff for?"

Matt laughed again. Nancy liked his laugh, it wasn’t mocking, like Jack’s when she’d ask a question.

"You can probably guess. Most of it’s pretty self-explanatory, I think."

She stopped and stared at a display, and Matt walked up behind her.

"You like that?"

Nancy was looking at a box with a picture of a half-naked man, his hand shoved down his underpants, advertising the Dong-O-Rama, ‘the most realistic vibrating penis money can buy! A whopping 8 inches of excitement to satisfy every taste!’

She looked at Matt, and blushed again. "What? No...I, uh..." she stuttered. "It’s...huge."

"You think?" Matt lifted the box, turned it on it’s side. "Huh, not a bad price." He looked back at Nancy with a wicked grin. "When’s your birthday?"

"What? Oh, no, you can’t be serious..."

Nancy jumped after him as he tucked the box under his arm, turned and walked back to the counter, whistling.

"Matt! Wait...wait!"

She tried to grab him, but he was already handing the box to a pale girl dressed in tight, black vinyl hip-huggers and a matching bra, with stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her long legs and a thick leather dog collar buckled around her neck.

"Hi Candy."

Candy smiled over the register at Matt as she opened the box and pulled out a big, thick dildo.

"Hey, Matt. Nice choice."

Nancy clutched at Matt’s arm, mortified, as the girl dropped a pair of batteries into a small, plastic box attached to a cord that ran into the base of the dildo.

"Thanks. This is an early birthday present for my friend here."

Candy grinned at Nancy. "This is just to make sure everything works okay, ‘cause we can’t take this back if it’s broken." She twisted a little dial on the box, and the dildo began to vibrate.

Nancy stared at the floor, trying hard not to look.

"Perfect." Candy turned off the vibrator, packed it back up in its box, and scanned the purchase with a beep. "Do you two need any ‘lube with that?" She pointed to a display of squeeze tubes under the glass counter. "We’ve got a special, two-for-one this week."

"Sounds great."

"All-righty. That’ll be $59.97."

Matt handed Candy some bills and she gave him his change, then dropped the box and two hot-pink squeeze tubes into a plain black plastic bag and handed it over the counter.

Candy smiled as Nancy slowly took the bag with a trembling hand. "You have fun with that tonight!"

"Um, okay. Thanks." Somehow, Nancy managed not to drop the bag.

Candy pointed to a ledge over the front door. "Matt, did you check out Angela’s new display? She did it just for you."

Nancy looked up. A series of female-shaped mannequins posed in various stages of dress, starting with a fully dressed mannequin in a black suit and skirt, ending with one wearing just a set of lingerie.

When Nancy glanced back, Matt was looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"What?" She said.

"That," he cocked his head at the display, "would look great on you."

She almost floated all the way back to the car.

 

Matt walked Nancy to her door. She turned toward him and fidgeted with her shopping bags, uncertain of what she should do now.

He smiled down at her, and gave her a gentle hug and a small peck on her cheek, sending tendrils of warm, tingling pleasure through her. Nancy awkwardly tried to hug him back, but the bags got in her way.

"Thank you for dinner. I had fun."

He laughed again and rubbed the spot on her cheek where his lips had touched. "Good. I’m glad."

They shared a small silence. Nancy shuffled her feet, the happy-voice part of her wondering if she should ask him in for a drink.

That’s just crazy.

The Happy Nancy tried to shush another little voice that suddenly popped into her head, reminding her about her husband.

Jack was probably working hard tonight, it said. He’s all alone is some strange city, trusting you here at home. And you want to invite in some young guy you don’t really even know for a drink?

But a little drink would be okay, she thought. He’s been so nice, I should do something for him...

"Would you..." She could barely hear her own voice, but Matt was already backing away, to his car.

"You have a great night Nancy. Sweet dreams."

Nancy watched him walk to his car, mentally kicking herself.

Too late, you missed that chance, said the Happy Voice. It didn’t sound quite so happy now.

Nancy shook out her keys and unlocked the door, stepping into her empty house. She turned off the porchlight, and saw Matt wave to her from his car. She waved back and with a burst of energy, hip-checked the door closed. She leaned against the door for a moment, her eyes closed, then wandered into the hallway.

Nancy made it about halfway down the hall when a strange tingling sensation started burning at the back of her neck.

Then the front door banged open,

She jumped, and spun around. The door was wide open. Hadn’t she locked it? She walked back to the door and peered outside. Nobody there. Matt’s car was already gone, too.

She shut the door again, turning the deadbolt.

There, she thought. Locked now.

She walked back down the hallway into her bedroom, and tossed the bags on the edge of the bed. She walked into the bathroom, and the two voices played Good cop - Bad cop in her head while she brushed her teeth.

You’re married, said one. And why would he be interested in you, anyway? You’re probably twice his age.

Nancy peered at herself in the mirror, scrubbing away, looking at the age lines slowly creeping into her face.

I don’t know how old he is. And he asked me out to dinner tonight, she thought. Why would he do that?

Because he felt sorry for you.

But, what about after, at the store?

He could have any woman there, the voice said. You saw how the redhead looked at him. She basically threw herself at him. He even said they knew each other.

Nancy spit, disgusted with herself. She rinsed her mouth and spit again, put back her toothbrush.

Maybe I should’ve thrown myself at him when he tried to kiss me, she thought.

So he could’ve laughed at you?

Nancy groaned at the thought.

She walked out of the bathroom, kicking off her shoes. She slipped her blouse off over her head, unbuttoned her pants and pushed them to the floor. She stood in her panties and bra, the same pair she’d bought for Jack, and inspected herself in the full-length mirror standing by the dresser, in front of the bed. She turned this way and that, cupping her breasts.

Maybe not too bad yet, she thought.

Despite having had two children and lugging around some extra weight for the last few years, her breasts and belly didn’t have any stretch marks. In the push-up bra, her heavy breasts almost even looked perky. And her tummy still had a little pooch, but her waist was slimming down. She turned and looked at her ass. Not so good there, she thought. That’s where most of the weight had settled, there and in her thighs. But she could see some muscle tone making a comeback, fighting the bits of cellulite spreading around the tops of her legs.

Maybe good enough for Matt?

Nancy remembered Angela again, with her tight young body, and sighed, dropping onto the side of the bed. The mattress bounced under her, knocking her bags to the floor. She bent over and picked up the bag closest to her.

The black bag.

As she sat back up, the vibrator and two pink tubes dropped out into her lap.

Nancy set the bag back down on the bed beside her and stared at the box in her lap for a long minute.

Remember Jack, the voice said.

Then she grabbed the box and opened it up.

 

Nancy pulled out the vibrator with shaking hands and set the box down on the edge of the bed.

She never noticed it tip over the side and fall to the floor. All her attention was on the massive chunk of rubber clenched tightly in her trembling, sweaty fist. She examined the ridges and veins molded into the vibrator, the small hole at the tip. She ran her hand down the shaft until both her fists touched. It’s so big, she thought. And heavy. She touched it’s base where the cord was attached, molded into the likeness of a man’s scrotum.

She groped on the bed for the little control box and turned it on, using the dial like she’d seen the employee at the store do. It buzzed to life in her hands, causing her to gasp. Her mouth was dry, and Nancy licked her lips and glanced around, checking to make sure she was alone.

A vague warning bell seemed to go off for a second, that little voice still trying to get her to listen to common sense.

She giggled a little at her foolishness. She looked around for the box to put the thing away, and the little voice seemed to sigh at her first rational decision of the night.

Then she looked into the mirror.

She saw herself, sitting on the bed with her legs spread slightly, breathing rapidly, her face and chest flushed. Her nipples were hard, poking against the material of her bra, and she felt a warm wetness spreading into her panties.

And then she saw - or thought she saw - Matt, in the mirror, standing in front of her, naked, her hands gripping his hard, pulsing penis, the tip hovering just near her face.

Nancy blinked.

The image was gone when she opened her eyes, and she was just holding the vibrator again, still buzzing away.

"Oh God." A wave of horniness washed over her, and her panties were suddenly soaking wet. She licked her lips again, and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, it was like he was there again.

This time Nancy didn’t open her eyes. She pretended to reach out for his penis, gripping him, running her hands over its length. She pressed it against her face, rubbing it back and forth over her mouth, licking the shaft with her tongue. She thought she could feel it, warm and throbbing against her lips. She kissed it, running her tongue over the mushroom-shaped head, letting the tip fill her mouth.

And then she was blindly groping for one of the bottles of lubricant.

Nancy knocked one tube to the floor but found the other and popped open the top. She vaguely realized she had no idea how to use the stuff, but managed to squeeze a bunch of goo out into her hand, and she rubbed the jelly over the vibrator. Then she spread out on the bed, pulling her wet panties away from her crotch with one hand, pressing the tip of the vibrator against the soft lips of her vagina with the other. She rubbed it along her clit and felt a jolt of pleasure, causing another flood of moisture to seep down her crotch.

She heard herself moan, and she pulled her legs up and wrapped her hands around her ass to get a better grip on the vibrator. She pushed it gently against her pussy, feeling it slide slowly into her, filling her. She gasped as she took the first few inches, her back arching. The dildo slipped in almost without her help, as if it had found a life of its own, and was hunting for the place it was meant to be.

Nancy’s hand flopped around next to her, searching for the control box. She found it and flicked the speed dial. The vibrator roared to life inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Nancy felt her toes curling and tried to imagine Matt leaning over her with her legs wrapped tightly around his neck, slowly pushing himself deep into her body, making love to her. Nancy felt her hips buck, and she cried out as the vibrator wormed further into her.

She ran her hands up to her breasts, leaving a trail of shiny, wet lubricant over her belly, and imagined Matt squeezing them through her bra. She sighed and her body relaxed, and the last few inches of the dildo slid into her pussy. Nancy felt the latex balls pressing against her ass as she played with her tits, wondering what it would feel like to have Matt licking and biting her nipples while he rode her. She could almost feel his hands running over her body, taking her arms by the wrists and pulling them over her head, pinning them down into the mattress. Her hips started churning, and she thrust her hands over her head, through a hole in the headboard, imagining Matt was tying her to the bed.

Nancy groaned, and she bucked and writhed, her eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back into her pillows. She thought she could feel the vibrator slowly moving in and out of her pussy as she ground her hips, pushing her ass hard into the bed.

And then she was coming.

Nancy felt her orgasm building, starting in her fingers and toes, and suddenly she felt like she was exploding. She tossed and turned as she came, her wrists stuck in place.

And then she flipped over onto her stomach.

Nancy thought she felt Matt’s strong hands circle her waist, raising her hips up, and she moaned again as the dildo was pushed harder into her. She imagined the hands pulling her panties away from her butt, and imagined she could feel the tip of the lubricant tube pushed into her asshole, the cool jelly spreading inside her.

The little voice of concern nipped around the edge of her mind, wondering how this could be happening. She vaguely realized she hadn’t turned over by herself, but her body was burning up with lust now, and she just squirmed, gasping over and over, "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass..."

And then there was a pressure against her bottom, strong and insistent. Nancy felt her asshole stretch, like she was trying to use the bathroom. She felt the bed shift and her butt was jerked higher into the air as something big and hard slowly slid into her asshole. The sudden pressure caused her eyes to pop open, and she cried out and tried to turn around. But she was held still; she couldn’t move.

She could just make out her bottom in the mirror behind her, wriggling, stuck up in the air, the vibrator peeking out of her crotch.

There was nothing else there.

But the pressure increased. Nancy felt something thick rubbing the thin layer of skin between her ass and the vibrator wedged deep in her pussy. She thought she felt strong hands slip under her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, pulling her bra down and slowly rubbing her nipples.

The pressure against her bottom was relentless and she felt her body expand, wondering if she would split open.

Nancy felt a hand slide down her moist, sticky belly, slipping into the top edge of her panties and down further, until it cupped her pussy. She felt fingers play with her clit, sending a long burst of pleasure through her. She cried out again and buried her face deep into her pillows. She could vaguely hear a soft, wet, slurping sound as the pressure in her bowels began easing slowly in and out.

She swore she heard a man groan with pleasure.

Suddenly, in the mirror, she could see him again, almost as clear as day. Matt was kneeling behind her, resting his body over hers, his face buried against her neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She could see the muscles in his back and his ass moving as he slowly fucked her from behind.

She heard herself moaning.

And just like that, she was coming again, the orgasm burning through her, and she shoved herself against him, wanting more of him, begging him to fuck her ass. She tried to pull her hands out from under the headboard to hold him while she came, but the weight of his body pumping against hers pushed her arms even further through. She felt skin peel from her forearms as they scraped against the wood.

"M-M-Matt..."

She managed to gasp his name as the pain from her abused arms coupled with the pleasure from her orgasm, and her body surrendered to him, her orgasm coming in waves, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. She looked behind her again, into the mirror.

Again she seemed alone in the bedroom, but her bottom was still jutting up in the air, shaking. She could still feel the pressure, the fullness moving in and out of her ass, and her body was pushed steadily, rythmically forward, her face mashing into her pillows.

She was exhausted, and her eyelids fluttered as her orgasm continued. She couldn’t stay awake now, her body felt heavy as lead. Nancy distinctly felt a pair of hands grab her ass and squeeze, heard the low, gutteral growl of a man in orgasm, and then her body was brutally shoved forward.

As her forehead smacked up against the headboard, Nancy vaguely wondered if she was going crazy.

 

Matt arched his back, his eyes closed tight, and smiled happily. He shoved himself hard up against Nancy’s ass, enjoying his orgasm, letting it sweep him away. The dildo buried in her pussy vibrated pleasantly against his dick, and he felt her sphincter muscles clenching around him, trying to push him out of her ass.

Matt looked down at her asshole, stretched out as wide as her forearm. He grinned and gave her butt cheeks a vigorous massage.

Nancy had moaned his name and passed out just before he came. He watched her face while his dick slowly softened inside her, and ran his hands over her panties.

Cute, he thought. Older women seemed to always wear nice, flowery bra’s, but the lacy panties had been a surprise.

When he dropped Nancy off and kissed her goodnight, Matt had sent a little wave of control over her. She’d been pretty easy to manipulate during their date. He’d only needed to give her a suggestion here and there along the way, wanting her to make her own decisions, and then running with the choices she’d made. But he’d given her that one shot so he could follow her into the house without her seeing him. He let her get inside and shut her door, and he watched her through the window until she moved down the hallway. Then he’d thrown open the door and slipped into the house as she rushed back. He was inside, standing just next to Nancy when she shut the door again and locked it.

Then he just followed her into the bedroom and he’d waited while she brushed her teeth, quietly arguing with herself over whether or not he really liked her.

That had made him smile.

He watched her take off her clothes and tried to keep his dick from exploding through his pants as she examined herself in the mirror. When she sat down on the bed and knocked the packages to the floor, he’d almost given her another dose of control, but he waited. If Nancy had picked up the bag with the book, he’d have left her alone for the night.

But she didn’t.

She’d reached down, completely ignoring the book, and picked up the bag with the dildo.

Matt knew he had her then, so he’d taken off his own clothes, and his dick quietly whispered its thanks to him.

Don’t mention it, partner, he thought.

And he let his control slip, just a little, as she played with her new toy, and smiled when she looked up and saw him in the mirror. He watched her eyes glaze over with the fantasy she was creating, watched her slip the dildo into her pussy and start fucking it like someone was really riding her. When she pinned her hands above her head, Matt knew she was pretending to be tied down.

He watched her squirm on the bed, and listened to her little panting breaths as her orgasm boiled over.

Didn’t want to hang out with the perverts, huh Nancy?

Matt grabbed an ankle and flipped her over, crawling up onto the bed. He pulled her hips higher into the air, jabbed the open tube of lubricant into her asshole and squirted it full of the slippery liquid.

Then he started fucking her.

Her ass was tight as hell, but her body had relaxed with her first orgasm, and the lubricant helped him ease into her. Halfway in, he laid on top of her so he could get a better handful of her breasts. She’d surprised him by pushing her butt hard against him, forcing him almost all the way inside her. He let her see him in the mirror again as he fucked her.

Matt knew he probably didn’t have to go to the trouble of hiding himself at all, and that she’d been on the verge of asking him inside earlier.

But this was so much more fun.

And then she came. He felt warm fluid running down his legs as she ground her butt in circles against him. With the combination of her ass muscles clenching him and the vibrator buzzing against the bottom of his dick, Matt knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer either.

And then it was his turn. He heard himself groan as he shot his load into her ass and he leaned into her, spreading her butt wider with his hands, pushing himself all the way inside.

Now Matt grinned at the sight of her body underneath him, crumpled into the bed.

He pulled his dick out of her ass with a wet slurping sound, and turned her back over. Her arm flopped over her heavy breasts, smashing them flat.

Nancy was out cold, probably for the night. She was going to be sore tomorrow, and her forearms were really going to hurt; they were scraped raw and were turning a nice shade of purple from being rubbed against the wood edge of her headboard. She had a sticky-wet layer of lubricant and cum smeared over her belly and between her legs.

Matt looked at the vibrator, shoved as far into her pussy as it would go. He thought about yanking it out but decided to leave it. She could get it out when she woke up. Instead, he turned the speed up as high as it would go, grinning at it buzzed around in her crotch.

He wondered what was going to be running through her head tomorrow.

Better to let her sleep for now. She was going to need all the rest she could get. He had a feeling she was going to experiencing a few life changing events over the next few days.

Probably starting with another visit to Angela tomorrow.

Whistling, Matt padded into the bathroom to clean up.

 

Nancy woke to sunshine streaming into the bedroom, a pounding bladder and a strange buzzing sound.

She groaned and rolled over, tried to stand up. Something tangled around her legs and she almost fell, but managed to catch herself on the edge of the bed.

Groggily, she tried to push the bedcovers away from her, but they were already lying on the floor. She looked down and saw the cord wrapped around her legs, and what she’d done last night came back to her in a rush.

"Oh my God," she mumbled.

She started to untangle herself from the cord, found the vibrator still wedged into her vagina, humming merrily away. She felt sticky from all the goop smeared over her hands and legs, and a huge wet spot covered the place on the bed where she’d passed out. Nancy looked at her arms and gasped. They were black and blue, with large, bloody scrapes running from her wrists almost to her elbows. Her body hurt all over, and her bottom seemed especially sore.

She felt like she had to poop, badly, and the pressure from her bladder doubled as she bent over and unwrapped the cord.

Yuck, she thought. I need to get this thing out of me.

Nancy turned off the vibrator, stood up, and almost fell over again. She steadied herself, braced a hand against the bed, spread her trembling legs and tried to get a grip on the base of the dildo. It was still lathered with the wet, sticky lubricant, and was pushed so far inside her Nancy couldn’t get a grip.

"Shit."

She tried again, realized she couldn’t get it out that way. So she wound the cord in her hand a couple times, braced herself again, squatted as far down as she could, and pulled. The dildo slowly oozed out, and Nancy pulled a little harder. She shut her eyes, feeling it slide free, until finally all eight, dripping inches swung free in her hand. She tossed it onto the wet spot on the bed and steadied herself, then wobbled into the bathroom to pee.

Nancy emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later followed by a cloud of steam, wrapping a bath towel around her head, with another tied around her chest. She looked at the mess she’d made of the bedroom and sighed.

Then the phone on the night-table rang.

She let the answering machine pick up. After the beep, she recognized her husbands voice.

"Hi honey, it’s Jack."

He sounded annoyed, put out. He usually did when he called. Nancy could’ve sworn she heard a woman giggling quietly in the background.

"I just wanted to apologize for not calling last night, but I got, uh, a little tied up. Heh."

That time she was sure of it. And now there was more than one voice, and definitely female.

She heard Jack put his hand over the phone and shush whoever it was.

"Anyway, hope you had a good night. Everything’s looking, uh, up, so far this trip. I’ll call you back later. ‘Bye."

She stared at the phone, shocked.

Not that she hadn’t suspected him of having an affair. She wasn’t a stupid person. She knew the signs, and the fact was, they rarely had sex anymore.

But now she was sure of it, and probably with more than just one person, too, by the sound of it. And to call her while he was with someone else?

That was low.

For a second she felt like falling on the bed and crying.

Then she remembered last night.

She thought of Matt, walking her to her door. Kissing her. Now that she thought about it for a second, he’d been flirting with her all night. Hadn’t he?

Nancy smacked her forehead.

She wasn’t stupid, no. But she’d tried to be faithful to her husband for so long, she couldn’t see the signs that were right in front of her face.

Nancy realized that she was really attracted to Matt, and was sure that was due partly because he’d been friendly to her. All those trips to his store, all his smiles, talking with her when she didn’t have anyone else to listen...

All those stories about her being home, alone, her husband off on business...

She smacked her head again.

He probably thinks I want to have an affair!

Nancy realized suddenly that if she’d asked him in for that drink last night, she probably wouldn’t have needed to use that...vibrator...that he’d bought...for...her.

"Omigod. I could’ve had sex last night," she mumbled to herself.

She paced for a second, thinking. Jack’s voice ran through her head.

Do something fun and exciting. Do something new .

All right Jack, she thought, pulling open her dresser. She dug around and found another pair of the cute, new panties and a fresh, sexy bra.

She dropped the towel to the floor, and slipped on the panties. She snapped on the bra and fished around again, finding a comfortable, long-sleeve t-shirt and an old, faded pair of Levi’s. She dressed as quickly as her sore body would allow, brushed her hair, and took stock of herself in the mirror.

I just won’t be doing it with you.

She decided she felt pretty good, and she didn’t think she looked half bad.

Time to put that theory to the test, she thought. Just need to make one pit-stop first.

Then she slipped on a pair of leather sandals, grabbed her purse and walked out the door.

 

Nancy retraced her steps from last night, and finally wound up back at Angela’s store, staring up at the wall display.

"Hi, can I help you?" said a familiar voice from behind her.

Nancy turned to find Angela smiling at her, appraising her with those bright green eyes of hers.

The nervous butterflies came back suddenly, causing Nancy’s stomach to flitter around.

"Hi. Um, I was here for a little while last night with a, uh, friend of mine, and he introduced us?"

"You were with Matt."

"Right. I’m N..."

"Nancy. Right. I remember." Angela looked up at the display, her hands on her hips, shaking out her long, curly hair.

That little pang of jealousy snuck back. Nancy wondered if Matt had touched that hair, or those hips.

"So you had so much fun last night, you decided to come back by yourself?"

"Well..." Nancy tried.

Angela kept talking. "I noticed Matt bought you a little gift before you left."

Nancy blushed. She tried to ignore her burning cheeks and pointed to the display. "I came back because Matt said he really liked that outfit."

There, Little Miss Cute-and-Perky Redhead. That should let you know which one of us Matt wants, she thought. She tried to return Angela’s steady gaze and look casual and confident.

"And I bet he thought you’d look fabulous in it?" Angela’s eyes never wavered.

"Um, well, yes, he did," she took a deep breath. "I’d like to buy the whole outfit."

"I see." Angela smirked. "You want to buy it to please him?"

That was an odd way of putting it, Nancy thought. "Yes, um, I think so."

Angela grabbed Nancy’s hand, pulled it up so she could see her wedding ring. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You’re sure?"

Nancy looked at the ring and thought about all it had meant to her, once, even just a day or two ago. Then she looked Angela dead in the eye.

"Yes."

Angela’s face changed, and she took Nancy’s hand and threw her arm around her, like they were old friends.

"Okay." Angela waved up at the mannequins. "But you’ve got to realize, that’s just a sample. All the clothing we sell here is custom made to fit, and that particular dress suit with all of the accessories and lingerie runs about $2500.00."

Nancy felt her mouth drop open. She stared at Angela, stunned.

"You...you’re kid..." she stammered. Angela grinned.

"Nope. Not kidding." She looked up again. "I had a feeling Matt would get a rise out of that outfit. I don’t think he knows it, but he’s got a deep, repressed fetish for the mature business woman look."

She looked back at Nancy, who was struggling to regain her composure. "A little surprised, huh?"

Nancy nodded.

"We don’t sell anything off the rack here. Even the lingerie is tailored, just for you." Angela tossed her hair again. "And him," she added.

Nancy could feel a deep disappointment, a sudden hollowness in the pit of her stomach, like the bottom dropping out of an elevator.

"I don’t have that kind of money. I’m sorry, I probably just wasted your time for nothing."

Angela smiled. "Don’t be silly."

"No, really. My husb...I mean, I can’t spend that much money for clothes." Not even for Matt, she thought.

Angela looked at her and paused, considering. "For a friend of Matt, maybe I can work something out."

"What do you mean? I can’t..."

"Listen, why don’t you come back to my office with me, and we’ll take some measurements." Angela put her fingers over Nancy’s lips as she started to protest, and Nancy felt a deep, warm, relaxing tingle run through her body at the touch. "Don’t worry, we can figure out what this will cost you later."

"You’re sure?"

Angela turned Nancy around and guided her past the counter, to a double-door that opened into a dark hallway.

"I’m very sure."

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of Matt’s face when he looked at her here last night.

This might actually work out, she thought. I might still be able to surprise him.

Angela snapped her fingers at a pretty young lady dressed in bondage gear working the counter.

"Rachel, send Candy back with a tape measure, right away."

"Yes, Angela," said the clerk.

Angela smiled at the back of Nancy’s head as she guided her down the hall. And what price will be high enough for you to pay for Matt’s attention, she wondered?

Angela gently squeezed Nancy’s arm, and her smile grew.

But it never touched her eyes.

 

"So how do you know Matt?"

Nancy was standing in Angela’s office, dressed in just her panties and her bra. Angela asked Nancy to strip while they waited for Candy, then folded her clothes and carefully placed them on an old, victorian-style love seat; and now she was pacing the room, giving Candy and another employee, Cindy, instructions as they took Nancy’s measurements.

"I shop at his store a lot." Nancy looked around in amazement. The office was buried at the very back of the warehouse. Nancy guessed it was easily as large as her basement at home, and it was decorated like something out of a gothic movie with dark, lush, velvet covered furniture.

Angela stopped circling the room and sat on the red velvet couch in front of Nancy, leaned back and crossed her legs. Nancy had to pry her eyes away from the flash of creamy white skin and forced herself to look Angela in the eyes.

"How about you? Where did two meet?"

Candy pushed Nancy’s arms out to her sides and wrapped a tape measure around her waist as the other girl scribbled numbers down in a notepad.

Angela smiled and stretched, cat-like.

"Do you really want to know?"

Did she? Angela’s questions always seemed to jump out of left field, and Nancy had the uncomfortable feeling that Angela knew exactly what she was thinking all the time. But for some reason, Nancy had to know what their relationship was.

"Sure."

Nancy thought she caught a strange look pass between Candy and Cindy.

"A mutual...friend of ours introduced us some time ago."

"Oh," said Nancy. She wasn’t sure what that meant either. "Like a blind date?"

Angela laughed. "Not quite. The gentleman, Melvin, owns a business, something like this one, but he also manufactures...certain sorts of toys and paraphernalia."

Candy squatted down in front of Nancy and ran the tape measure up the inside of her leg. A chill ran through Nancy as the girls fingers brushed against the soft, sensitive skin at the top of her thigh, and Candy held the tape with her fist pressed gently against Nancy’s crotch.

Nancy swallowed around a dry throat.

"Like the things you sell?"

Angela played with a lock of fiery red hair, wrapping it around her finger.

"He makes very high-quality bondage gear, for very, very discriminating adults. We sell some of his nicer equipment here, and he supplies all of our handcuffs and the like. And he sells a lot of our clothing at his shop. We have a nice...working relationship." She smiled. "Anyway, he sold Matt some gear for Matt’s first pet, and..."

Nancy was having a hard time concentrating. She felt like she was wading through a thick fog. Candy was dressed in nothing but a black silk teddy and stiletto heeled boots, and Nancy found herself staring down Candy’s cleavage as the girl worked.

Candy noticed and smiled.

Nancy flushed again, and wondered if the girl ever took off that dog collar. Then Angela’s last comment jerked her back to attention.

Pet? What kind of pet did Matt have?

"...Melvin thought enough of Matt to introduce us," Angela continued, "and now Matt buys clothing for all his pets here."

Nancy was really confused. How many dogs did Matt have?

"Matt dresses up his dog, er, dogs, in...in lingerie and stuff?"

Angela looked surprised, and the girls giggled.

"Sorry, what?"

"His dog...I mean, I didn’t know he had a pet, but that’s kind of weird."

A slow smile spread across Angela’s face. She stood up and slowly walked behind her employees, who stood motionless.

"I suppose I should have said ‘slave’, or ‘sex-slave’ instead." Angela ran the side of her hand down Cindy’s cheek.

Cindy looked down at her feet and bit her lip.

"That’s the term most people understand, but it seems so...so barbaric. You know? I prefer the term ‘pet’ for my slaves."

Angela grabbed a silver ring set into the dog collar buckled around Cindy’s neck and pulled her closer, then grinned at Nancy, who stood dumbstruck. "I tend to forget most Normals might not understand."

Angela stroked Cindy again, and the girls eyes fluttered closed.

"Sweet, sweet girl," Angela murmered.

Nancy’s eyes popped open as Angela gave Cindy a long, slow kiss.

When she released her, Cindy’s eyes were glazed over and she swayed slightly, out on her feet. Angela wrapped an arm around Candy’s waist and pulled her close, whispered something to her that Nancy couldn’t hear.

Candy knelt back down in front of Nancy, and Angela slid around behind her, trailing a finger over Nancy’s shoulder.

That strange tingle shot through her body again, giving her a sudden chill. Nancy felt goosebumps pop up on her arms, and Candy slowly ran her hands up her legs.

"Normals? I don’t...I don’t understand." Nancy was scared now, surrounded by the three women.

Angela slipped her hands around Nancy’s waist, locking her fingers together over her belly. Nancy felt her body pressing gently against her, the soft, warm feel of Angela’s dress against her naked back.

The feeling of pins and needles exploded through her body.

She tried to say something, to make Angela stop, but she couldn’t speak. Angela’s warm breath tickled her ear.

"You want to know if Matt and I are lovers?"

Nancy nodded, licking her lips.

"We’re not." Angela’s lips just touched the edge of Nancy’s ear. "But it hasn’t been for lack of trying."

The voice in her head was screaming at Nancy now, trying to push a message through the fog clouding her head, telling this was insane. Telling her to run, to get out and not look back.

"W-why?" Nancy’s voice was thick, trembling. She felt her body shaking.

Angela lightly nipped Nancy’s ear with her little, white teeth. Nancy heard herself moan, felt her eyes flutter.

"You don’t really know him, do you?"

Nancy tried to speak again, but couldn’t seem to get her mouth to work. She shook her head, managed a weak, "No."

"Did you know that he brought me one of his pets not long ago? A young girl, after he’d helped her former roommate rape her in her bed?"

Nancy’s eyes went wide. Angela smiled.

"I didn’t think so. He decided to keep her, as a trophy." Angela paused, savoring the moment.

She pointed to a wooden rack standing at the far side of the room. "We locked her in there, bent over, gagged and squirming. He let me...play with her, while he watched."

Candy began kissing Nancy’s legs, running her hands up and cupping her bottom.

"He liked that." Angela smiled at the memory. "We filmed it, if you’d like to see it?"

Nancy shook her head wildly.

"No? It excited him, watching us." Angela ran her hands in a slow circle on Nancy’s stomach. "But he wouldn’t let me touch him. Would you like me to tell you why?"

Nancy shook her head again, wanting her to stop.

"No? Perhaps tonight I’ll show you. But I do think you should understand the consequences of your choice to be with Matt, what he’s really like. Don’t you?"

A pit opened in Nancy’s stomach as Angela spoke, telling her sick, perverted stories about Matt’s sexual appetites.

"He brought the girl to me because he knows me; because we’re the same person in so many ways." Angela’s hands slipped down Nancy’s belly, into her panties, and gently stroked her pubic hair. "Because we’re both predators."

No no no...Matt’s not like that! He wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t!

But Nancy continued to listen, sick, and Angela whispered more filth into her ear as the women fondled her.

Slowly, as Angela spoke, the panicky voice faded deep into the fog that had taken over Nancy’s mind. She felt warm hands hook into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, exposing her bottom. Cindy stood behind Candy and grabbed Nancy’s hands, placing them on the back of Candy’s head, bunching her fingers into her thick brown hair.

"And Normals - people like you, are our prey." Angela slid a finger down further, over Nancy’s clit, then curling up into her pussy.

Nancy’s knees wobbled, and her arms and hands clenched around Candy’s head, pulling her face hard against her crotch. Angela’s hands slid back up her belly to her breasts, and cupped them gently as Candy’s mouth pressed Nancy’s mound, kissing and biting.

"He’s marked you, you know. He wants you to be his pet." Angela kissed her neck, ran her moist little tongue down along her shoulder. "And you want it, too. I can feel it. That’s why you came back today. Isn’t it?"

Candy gently spread Nancy’s legs wider, and she heard little lapping noises as Candy pressed her mouth against her pussy. A sudden jolt of pleasure ripped through Nancy as Candy flicked her tongue around her clit.

"Oh God..." Nancy moaned as the three women swarmed around her, kissing and groping her body.

"And you wanted to be the good little slave, and surprise your new master with a gift."

Nancy felt Angela step back, and the other hands suddenly left her body.

She swooned and fell to her knees onto the carpet. The women stood over her as she knelt, her body trembling with fear and excitement.

Angela tangled her fingers in Nancy’s hair and jerked her head back, leaned over. She ran a hand lightly over Nancy’s exposed throat.

"I’d collar you myself, if I could. Make Matt come and find you." She shook Nancy’s head. "I’d make him beg for you."

Nancy pawed at the hands clenched in her hair. "Please...you’re hurting me..."

"But Matt wouldn’t like that, and his gift’s much stronger than mine."

She shoved Nancy to the floor, wiped her hands, and sat down again on the couch.

Nancy looked up, tears running down her face. Angela sat with her legs crossed, her foot idly swinging just in front of Nancy’s nose.

Cindy held out her folded clothes as Candy helped her stand.

"So if I want him, I have to play by his rules. He’s letting you make your own choices, otherwise he would’ve just bought you the outfit himself last night." Angela spread her ams out across the back of the couch, relaxed again.

"And that means he’ll let me decide what type of payment I want from you."

Nancy clutched her clothes to her chest. She tried to wipe the tears away.

"I...I can’t take the clothes. I can’t pay for them."

"It’s much too late to change your mind now, Sweet."

Angela toyed with her hair again, thinking. "No, you’ll take what you asked me for, and Matt will get to satisfy his little fetish. The outfit won’t be ready to pick up for a week or two though. We have too much work already in line to start on your clothes."

Nancy gaped at her, stuttering. "But, but..."

"Don’t worry, Sweet. Matt’s going to be leaving tonight to visit two more of his little pets in California." She grinned. "I won’t tell him that you have to wait to try and seduce him."

Nancy felt a surge of panic, that her plan wasn’t going to work. She remembered Matt telling her during dinner that he was going to be going on vacation soon.

Angela smiled at Nancy’s look of dismay, glanced at an old silver clock on the wall. "Matt should still be at work. If you hurry, you can probably just catch him if you’d like to say goodbye. He was going to try and visit Melvin this afternoon before he left."

Nancy looked at the clock: three in the afternoon. Maybe she did still have time to see Matt before he left. She tried to pull her panties back up with one hand, struggling with the material.

Angela watched, that little smile playing around her lips.

"Candy, why don’t you help our sweet new friend get dressed."

Nancy felt Candy’s hair brush against the back of her legs, and then her panties were pulled back into place. Cindy shook out Nancy’s pants, and helped her step into them.

After she was clothed, Angela stood again, grabbed Nancy’s wrist and held it tight.

"Owww..."

She yanked off Nancy’s wedding ring and tossed it on her desk.

"There. You’ve made your choice; you won’t need that anymore." Angela kissed her cheek, gently.

"Go see your new master." Angela grinned. "But afterwards, you’re mine."

"Please, I..."

Angela waved her hand, dismissing Nancy.

"And Sweet, don’t try to run." Angela sat down behind her desk, her eyes hard, all emotion drained from her face. "Because I’ll find you."

Candy and Cindy grabbed Nancy by the arms and led her out of the office.

 

Nancy drove to Matt’s store in a state of shock. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

She could feel the hysteria building, like a bubble deep in her gut. Nancy managed to park in front of the store and tried to pull herself together.

There was so much she didn’t understand, but she knew with a rising certainty that Angela wasn’t lying. She looked at the tan line were her wedding ring had been, wondering why she hadn’t fought to keep it, why she hadn’t run, screaming when the women had surrounded her.

She could still feel Candy’s mouth on her, and Angela’s hands cupping her breasts. And she remembered the strange feeling that overcame her after Angela touched her.

Everything that had just happened terrified her.

I’m losing my mind, she thought. There’s something terribly wrong with me.

The only person she could think of that might understand was Matt.

I have to talk to Matt. He can help me.

Nancy looked up as Matt stepped outside, holding one of the glass doors open for a smartly dressed woman who walked like she was in pain. Nancy looked closer. The woman looked vaguely familiar, but Nancy couldn’t quite place her face. She was a bit younger than Nancy, maybe in her mid-forties, and pretty, but plain, with almost no makeup, straight, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice figure.

Matt followed her to a brand new Lexus, carrying a couple plastic bags. He waited while she unlocked the car doors and put the bags in the back seat. Nancy could see the womans face contort in pain as she tried to settle into the car. Matt noticed too; he held out his hand for her, wrapping the other around her back, and she looked up at him in surprise. Matt said something, smiled, and he helped her ease into her seat, then shut the car door. He waved goodbye as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Nancy watched Matt go back inside the store.

He’s so nice. There’s no way he could be doing those things Angela said.

Could he?

The nervous flip-flops in her stomach came back suddenly as she tried to decide what to do.

Only one way to find out, she thought.

She pulled her key out of the ignition and was reaching for her purse just as Matt walked back out to his car. He opened the trunk, slung a large duffel bag inside, slammed it shut, and was driving away before Nancy realized he was leaving.

In a sudden panic, Nancy dropped her purse back on the seat, started her car and followed him.

 

It was rush hour, and getting dark. Nancy lost sight of Matt’s car on the freeway more than once.

He crossed the river into downtown, then followed the freeway headed north.

She wondered where he was going. This wasn’t the way to the airport. He was heading more towards the industial district.

Matt turned on his blinker. Nancy changed lanes and followed him up an exit ramp.

Off the freeway, she tried to get her bearings, feeling turned around and lost. She never had any reason to come into this part of town. It had a bad reputation anyway - the news always said that crime, prostitution and drugs were rampant up here, and most of the businesses seemed to barely be able to eke out an existence.

Nancy passed storefront after storefront with thick iron gates padlocked over the front doors, broken or boarded windows and walls covered with graffitti. She locked her doors after she passed a dilapidated bar, when two black men standing outside saw her and ran after her car.

She gunned the car forward.

Oh God! she thought. She watched in her rearview mirror as the two men stopped running and laughed at her. She grabbed her purse and shoved it under the seat of her car.

Where are you going Matt? She was almost afraid to find out.

And she was definitely lost now.

She didn’t know any of these street names, and wasn’t even sure which way she needed to go to find the freeway again.

Nancy was trying to retrace their route in her head when Matt turned into a parking lot, parked, and walked into a huge, neon-lit warehouse.

She parked her car across the street from the lot, got out and looked around.

A marquee over the entry welcomed her to ‘The Pit’, with a blinking neon sign underneath advertising the place as the ‘Home of The Maze’.

"This is crazy," she whispered to herself. But she locked her car and hurried across the street after Matt.

Two huge black men guarded the entrance, and signs painted on the front doors told Nancy to have her I.D. ready.

"Oh shit." She’d left her purse in the car. She looked up at one of the guys and tried to smile.

"Um, a friend of mine just went in there while I was, uh, parking the car. I didn’t bring my drivers license with me, but can I go in?"

The guys looked at each other and grinned. The taller of the pair turned his smile on Nancy, flashing a mouthful of gold teeth.

"Oh yeah? The guy who just went in, huh?"

Relief flooded through Nancy. They seemed friendly. "You know Matt?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Don’t know any Matt."

"Oh. Well, is it okay? I could run back to my car..."

"Uh, ma’am, the signs are there to keep the kids out." He looked at her. "You over eighteen?"

"Oh, Jeez." Nancy laughed with the two guys. "I thought..."

"Naw, don’t worry about it. Common mistake." He looked at her again. "You sure you want to go in there?" He sounded concerned.

She wasn’t. But she nodded. "I need to talk to Matt."

"Matt. Right." The guy looked over at his partner again, who shrugged. He opened the door for her, and a wave of noise and cigarette smoke hit her like a wall.

"Okay, lady. Whatever you say. You have fun, now."

Nancy stopped short as the door swung closed behind her, and stared. Her experience at Angela’s store hadn’t prepared her for this place.

This was like an evil twin brother in comparison.

Loud music blared through the cavernous space, punctuated by the sound of women screaming and moaning. Angela’s store was clean and neat and well-lit, this place was dark and gloomy under flickering neon and flourescent lights, and stank of cigarettes and something that smelled like mold. Nancy remembered young couples shopping at Angela’s, here grizzled men shot furtive looks around at each other as they prowled through the store.

She remembered Matt again, telling there were places like this, were women shouldn’t go.

The door closed with a bang, and Nancy felt every sleazy head in the place turn to look at her. Some of the men grinned and pointed at her.

What have I got myself into? she thought.

Trying to stay composed, she stepped further into the store, unconsciously wrapping her arms under her breasts, hugging herself. Angela’s store had seemed huge to her, but this place seemed to go on forever.

And it was cold in here.

Groups of customers stared up at large video screens that hung behing the counter and on the walls. Nancy craned her head to get a look at what was playing, and her mouth dropped open.

The moaning over the speakers was coming from the woman on the screen. She was in a room, down on all fours on a chipped concrete floor, straddling a man while another man took her from behind. The man behind her was pounding himself into her bottom, smacking it viciously with his hand in time with his thrusts, while the man lying underneath her bit and chewed at her breasts. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and her face was purpled with bruises. Blood seeped from cuts on her cheeks. Her eyes bulged and her face contorted with pain as another man grabbed her by the hair and shoved his penis hard into her mouth. Her screams turned into gags as the man forced her to go down on him.

Some of the men around her cheered. A few were openly rubbing at their crotches through their pants.

Nancy hugged herself harder.

She looked around at the counter. A greasy, painfully thin man with gold front teeth looked up from a magazine he was reading.

He stubbed out a cigarette, tossed the magazine onto the floor, and walked over to her.

"Hey," he said.

Nancy didn’t know where to start. "My friend came in here a few minutes ago. His name’s Matt?"

He looked Nancy up and down. She realized that was happening a lot lately.

"Oh yeah?"

"Do you know where he is? I mean, he was coming here to see..." What was the name? "Melvin?"

"Melvin."

She tried to remember who Angela had mentioned. That had to be the name.

"I think so."

"I think you got the wrong place, lady. Dunno no Matt."

She kicked herself mentally. Maybe this wasn’t the place Angela had talked about.

"Can I look around? I won’t cause any trouble, I just need to find him."

He seemed puzzled, but shrugged. "Whatever, lady," he said.

Nancy opened her mouth to ask another question, but he flopped back into his chair, lit another cigarette, and stuck his nose back in his magazine.

She left the relative safety of the counter and wandered around. Metal racks stretched from the floor to the ceilings, with the same type of stuff Angela sold at her store. A large portion of the store was devoted to what Nancy guessed was bondage equipment and clothing, and another chunk to movie rentals.

On the back wall she saw a blinking neon sign that read: Arcade.

Nancy felt a trickle of cold shoot down the back of her neck as she peeked around a corner and peered into another dark room, subdivided into what looked like several long hallways filled with doors. A few of the doors had red lights turned on over them, and the sound of more women moaning drifted out to her over the noise in the background. A big, bald, mean-looking man walked back and forth down the halls, smoking, checking each door.

Out on the floor, she heard the crowd of men cheer again as the bald man walked by. He grinned when he saw Nancy, and grabbed his crotch.

Nancy shivered and backed out into the store, bumping right into a crowd of men standing around the arcade entrance, staring at a screen above her head.

She started to apologize to the man she’d bumped. He laughed at her and pointed up at the screen.

Nancy turned around and looked up, and found herself on the video screen, surrounded by a bunch of creepy men.

She turned back, found the guy leering at her.

"Uh," she wondered what was going on now. "What happened to the movie?"

He cocked his head at her and grinned. "You liked that movie, lady?"

"Uh, well. I don’t really watch movies like that, you know?"

All the men laughed. Nancy noticed even more headed her way, to see what the commotion was about.

He jerked his head at the screen. "That wasn’t a movie. They play live feeds on the screens."

"Live..." Her mouth dropped as she realized what he meant. "You mean, that...that woman..."

"Yeah. She’s in here somewhere, gettin’ fucked good." He moved closer, looked down at Nancy’s chest. "Hey, lady. You cold?"

"Wha...?" Nancy looked at her breasts, bunched up under her arms. Her nipples were rock hard.

The guy looked around. "Check it out - the bitch’s got a big-ass tittie hard-on."

Then he reached out, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and twisted her nipples, hard.

"God-DAMN, you got some big fuckin’ tits for an old bitch."

"Don’t!" Nancy slapped at his hands. A sharp pain jabbed through her as his hands ripped away.

"What, you didn’t like that?" He stepped closer.

Nancy grabbed her breasts, massaging them reflexively.

"That hurt."

"Aww, it didn’t hurt all that much, lady." He grinned.

Someone else in the crowd chimed in. "Naw, she liked it dude! Bet she wants you to do it again!"

The men had circled almost all the way around her.

Nancy backed away from them, heading towards the arcade, right into the bald guy who was leaning against the wall. He grinned down at her and flicked cigarette ash on the floor.

"Hey sexy." He pinched her ass. "How about a kiss, huh?"

Nancy felt herself panicking. She knew she had to get out of this place. Now.

She squeezed her hands over her breasts as the guy reached for her again.

"What’s a’matter, bitch? You don’t like me touching your titties?"

Nancy pushed away from the Bald Man and bumped into a shelf. She glanced to her left and saw an opening between the shelf and the wall.

"C’mon lady." The Bald Man dropped his cigarette and stubbed it out with his toe. "The rest of us just want a little feel of those titties. You can’t let junior here have all the fun."

Nancy angled towards the opening, and bolted through as the men started to close around her.

She ran.

The men yelled, and she heard feet pounding on the carpet as they chased after her.

She tried to turn down an aisle, back towards the front, but a bunch of men were running parallel to her, playing with her, cutting her off from the exit. She slid to a stop, pinwheeling her arms for balance, and spun on her heel, losing one of her sandals. Then she turned and ran as fast as she could towards the back of the warehouse.

Video cameras followed her, recording her, and Nancy saw herself projected on the screens around the store, running for her life.

She knew she was being herded away from the exits. Her chest constricted from fear, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

Oh God, Matt, please, where are you? I saw you come in here, I need your help Oh God...

She skidded painfully into one of the metal racks running at an angle from the wall to the back of the store. She was being funneled towards a large, open space in the back wall, right where most of the men would end up meeting her.

She shoved herself away from the wall, hoping there was an emergency exit back there. If she hurried, she might be able get out before they caught her.

Please, please, please...

Nancy grabbed the edge of the wall and spun into the space. The carpet ended, and her sandaled foot landed on concrete floor and slipped out from under her.

She fell hard.

Nancy’s head bounced off the floor, and pain exploded through her skull. Her momentum carried her a few more feet, scraping her along the concrete. She got up holding her ribs, and saw the men sprinting towards her. She whirled around, panting, and found herself facing about ten different doors set into a wall about thirty feet long.

The sign above the doors said: Welcome to the Maze.

"Oh no," she moaned as the men pounded up behind her.

She jumped for the door closest to her and yanked on the metal handle. The door was made of heavy, thick steel, and it pulled slowly open with a click.

For a second, Nancy thought she’d made it.

Then she felt hands grab her t-shirt.

She heard it tear, felt it rip away as she tried to run again, and then an arm wrapped around her throat, jerking her back.

Nancy clung to the door handle for dear life, and strained against the hands pulling at her. A body smashed into her from behind and she was shoved forward, falling head first through the open door.

She hit the floor with a thud, and the man who had her by the neck landed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. The impact jarred the man’s arm, and for a second she was loose again. Nancy tried to scramble to her feet, but something heavy fell on her. Her arm was wrenched behind her, and she grunted as her face was smashed into the cold concrete.

"Fuckin’ hold on to the bitch!"

The weight lifted off of her back, and the pressure on her arm let up a little. A hand grabbed her around her neck, and pushed her face harder against the floor.

"Here, grab her other arm!"

She tried to fight, clawing at the air with her free arm. Someone caught her wrist and her arms were jerked straight out to her sides.

"You see the bitch run? Her titties were bouncin’ all over, man!"

Nancy tried to kick at the man behind her until he grabbed her hair and smacked her face into the floor. A bright light flashed behind her eyes, and she collapsed in a heap, moaning.

"Feisty little shit."

Nancy watched a pair of dirty tennis shoes move into her line of sight.

"Lets see what she’s got for us, huh?"

She wiggled and squirmed as hands groped at her clothes. Someone grabbed her sandal from her foot, then the man behind her unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them over her hips, down around her ankles.

"Look at that fuckin’ ass, dude!"

"Check out her underwear! Like she dressed up to get fucked."

Someone tore away her panties. Nancy felt hands rubbing over her bottom.

"Dude, I’m gonna keep these."

"Lift her up a little. Lets see those titties for real this time."

The men holding her wrists yanked her arms backwards, pulling her up into a kneeling position. The man holding her from behind wrapped his arm around her neck again, pulling her against him, forcing her head back on his shoulder.

The bald man from the arcade gave her face a little pat.

"Aww, poor little bitch looks scared."

He ran his free hand over her breasts, down her stomach. He rubbed her pussy, and Nancy jerked her hips back, shoving her bottom into his crotch. She could feel his hard-on poking through his jeans.

He grinned and nuzzled her neck.

The man in the tennis shoes, the one who’d pinched her nipples, knelt down in front of her. He let out a long whistle and grabbed Nancy’s breasts.

"Man. Even better without the fuckin’ t-shirt on." He bent over and ran his tongue over her cleavage. "Tastes good, too."

He pulled at her bra. The material ripped and tore away, and her breasts were free in his hands.

"God-damn, you got big tits, bitch!" He looked up, past Nancy. "Fellas, I think I’m in love."

"Please. Please let me go."

The men laughed.

The Bald Man began shoving his fingers into her pussy, and Nancy could feel him rubbing up against her ass.

He held his fingers up to her face. They were wet.

"Bitch wants it, fellas."

"Oh no, please, don’t..."

He rubbed her pussy juice over her mouth, and unzipped his pants. She felt his penis spring out, pressing against her, and then his hand slid back around, cupping her pussy. He bent her forward slightly, guided the tip of his penis into her with his fingers, and pushed.

"I’m gonna fuck you, you stupid bitch. Then we’re gonna take turns."

He bent her over further, and Nancy began to cry as he ground his hips against her. His forearm was still wrapped tightly around her neck, his other arm around her waist, pinning her to him. Her body moved in time with his, and Nancy felt his penis slide deeper into her with each thrust.

The Tennis Shoe Man stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He grabbed Nancy by the hair and yanked her head up.

"We’ll screw her just like they did that other bitch tonight."

He rubbed his swollen cock over her mouth as the Bald Man began to fuck her harder. Nancy felt him jerk against her bottom, and he let out his breath with a hiss and pulled her hard against him. She felt his cock soften inside her, and he shoved her away.

Some strange, detached part of Nancy finally realized that she’d just been raped, and she started to sob.

And then someone else took the Bald Man’s place behind her, another dick pushed into her, and another pair of hands wrapped themselves around her waist, squeezed her breasts.

And she didn’t have time to think anymore.

Tennis Shoe man slapped her face, and Nancy saw another flash of light.

"Open your mouth, bitch."

He hit her again, as the new man pounded away at her from behind.

"I said, open your fucking mouth!"

He slapped her again. He rubbed himself against her face, forcing his penis into her mouth. He pulled out a little, then shoved himself down her throat.

"Oh, yeah! Guys, the old bitch sucks cock!"

He grabbed her by the ears and held her head in place. Nancy started to gag and struggle again, fighting for air.

The man fucking her from behind began pounding her furiously. He jerked and pulled out of her pussy with a groan. Warm, sticky fluid shot over her ass and up her back, and then someone else took his place.

Tennis Shoe Man slowly ground his crotch into her face, and Nancy saw dark spots grow in her vision as her air was completely cut off.

So she did the only thing she could think of to do.

She bit him.

Tennis Shoe Man let out a high-pitched howl. Nancy felt the new man behind her pause with his hands grabbing her ass, his dick just barely inside her.

And she bit Tennis Shoe Man again, harder, and felt blood seep into her mouth.

"You FUCKING BITCH!" Tennis Shoe Man ripped his injured member from her mouth and hit her in the face, once, twice, knocking her into the wall. He fell over her, onto his knees against the man that had been trying to enter her, cupping himself and crying, blood oozing through his fingers.

The men crowding the doorway stared at him in shock. Nancy glanced around. She’d fallen into a long, brick hallway, and the space was only wide enough that the men had barely been able to squeeze into it one or two at a time to get to her.

And now Tennis Shoe Man had them all pinned, stuck at the doorway.

Nancy kicked off her jeans and scrambled to her feet. She saw enraged men trying to push by the wounded rapist, reaching and clawing for her, and she ran.

The slap of her bare feet echoed on the concrete as she turned a corner, running right into another wall with three more doors.

This time she didn’t wait to decide, just grabbed the handle on the middle door and yanked. It pulled open easily, and she jumped through, shoving her weight against the heavy door to close it.

Nancy heard a satisfying click as it shut. She braced herself, but the door had locked when it closed. She heard pounding and yelling on the other side, but the door didn’t budge.

She leaned against it, trembling, sucking in gasps of air, trying to calm herself.

I got away, she thought. I got away and I’m alive!

Her head jerked up as someone jiggled the door behind her.

Still not safe though, she thought. I’ve got to get out of here.

It was dark. Nancy edged forward, trembling with adrenaline, her arms outstretched.

She came to another wall and felt along blindly until she found another door. She opened it and slipped through, and she felt it lock behind her.

Even darker in here, and colder. Nancy had a strange sensation of space that she couldn’t really see.

She groped around blindly, shuffling her feet so she wouldn’t trip and fall.

And then lights flared on.

Nancy blinked, blinded.

She never noticed the huge man standing behind her, until his arm pinned her to him, and the rag in his hand covered her mouth.

 

"She’s comin’ around."

The room spun around Nancy as her eyes fluttered open. Something blurry entered her line of sight.

"Hi, Sweet."

Nancy groaned. She hurt. Her whole body felt like one, big ache.

I know that voice, she thought.

"Looks like you had some fun before we got here."

She shook her head, tried to clear her vision, and her head pounded. It felt like her brain tried to seep out through her eyeballs.

The blur in front of her slowly morphed into Angela’s face, smirking at her.

Nancy looked around. She was in a warehouse, along with a bunch of large, muscular men dressed in studded leather who were setting up some sort of equipment.

Her rape had been recorded, and was playing on a movie screen that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.

Angela watched as Nancy was pulled to the ground, stripped and fucked on the screen.

She patted Nancy’s face. The touch sent a fresh burst of pain shooting through her head.

"Poor Sweet. Didn’t your precious Matt warn you about coming to places like this?"

Nancy tried to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t work, it seemed stuck open.

She probed around with her tongue, tasted metal wedged against her teeth.

"That’s okay. You don’t need to answer me." Angela cocked her head over at the screen, where Nancy was biting the Tennis Shoe Man.

"We made sure you won’t be doing that to anybody again, at least, not for a while." She grabbed Nancy’s jaw, pushed her head up. "You can thank Matt - he introduced this wonderful little innovation to us." She held up a thin metal ring, about as wide around as the bottom of a pop bottle. "We used to just fill our new pets full of drugs so they would be a bit more...relaxed. But with this, well...it’s a lot less expensive," she leaned closer, " and I rather like it when someone I’m working on is fully aware of what’s happening to them." She kissed Nancy’s cheek. "It’s so much more...arousing."

She flipped the ring to a greasy, balding, fat man in his fifties, who caught it and stuffed it in his pocket.

"By the way, Nancy, this is Melvin. He’s been dying to meet you."

Melvin grinned. "She doesn’t look very happy to be here."

"She didn’t have much of a choice. Is everything ready?"

He nodded.

"Good." She turned back to Nancy. "I bet you’ve been wondering what the price I set for you was, hmm?"

She waved at four men holding video cameras. They positioned themselves around Nancy.

"Well, we’re all going to make a little movie, and you’re going to be the star." She flipped her over her shoulder. "And you’re so sweet, you gave us a little bonus footage, too. I’m sorry about that. But you know, boys will be boys."

Angela clapped her hands. The men circled around Nancy, taking off their clothes. They all wore black leather masks that had zippers for eyes and mouths, and thick leather dog collars buckled around their necks.

Melvin unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Nancy watched in horror as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants down. He seemed to blur suddenly, and black, smokelike tendrils creeped up around his body. Nancy blinked, trying to clear her head, and Melvin snapped back into focus. He stepped close to Angela, his flabby, hairy belly shaking, and pulled a black mask over his head.

Angela massaged his cock, and he kissed her.

Nancy watched his penis swell, watched him squeeze Angela’s breasts as her pink little tongue slipped into his mouth. Angela rubbed him until he was hard, his thick cock purple and throbbing.

Then she cupped his balls and slipped a silver ring down his penis, wedging it under his scrotum.

Nancy struggled, tried to run, but couldn’t move.

Melvin grinned behind his mask. "You won’t be running away from us, toots."

Nancy looked around, tried to see what was wrong.

Her arms were tied over her head, with heavy, padded leather cuffs strapped to each of her wrists and attached to thin wires running up to the ceiling. Her ankles were cuffed too, with wires hooked to plates in the floor.

Angela took a dog collar from one of the men, and wrapped it around Nancy’s throat. She hooked a chain to the front loop, and yanked on it.

Satisfied, she stepped back.

"Perfect." She snapped her fingers, and the image on the movie screen changed.

Nancy looked at herself, naked, bound with her arms and legs spread out in the shape of an X, surrounded by the nude men in masks. The image flipped again, and she could see her back, and then her side, as the men with the cameras began filming.

Angela stood in front of Nancy, smirking.

She let Melvin step behind her and run his hands over her body. He unzipped her dress and pulled it up over her head, dropped it to the floor.

Nancy gasped. She’d never seen a woman with such a beautiful body.

She watched Melvin touch Angela, watched his big hands slowly unhook her bra and play with her breasts. Angela’s little, pink nipples poked out from under his thick fingers, and she snaked her arms back around his head as he nuzzled her neck and shoulders.

But her eyes never left Nancy.

Angela grinned wickedly as Melvin slipped another mask over her head, and buckled in on.

His voice was husky, strained when he spoke.

"I want her. I want to fuck her face until she chokes."

"And what will you give me, Pet?"

"Anything."

Melvin hooked his fingers in Angela’s panties.

Nancy watched, wide-eyed, as he pulled them down and she stepped out of them.

"I did say boys would be boys." Angela grinned at Nancy’s shock. "That’s true for me, too."

Melvin dropped Angela’s panties and slid his hands back around her waist. He gripped the long, thin penis dangling from her crotch, and began to gently stroke it with one hand, and he cupped her hairless balls with the other.

Nancy watched, unbelieving, as Angela kissed him, watched her penis grow until it was long and hard in his hand.

Then Angela snapped her fingers again.

Nancy heard a grinding noise, and the wires holding her arms up went slack. She tipped forward and tried to get her balance, but the chain attached to the collar at her neck jerked, yanking her to the floor.

She threw her arms out, and the wires tighted again. Her arms took all her weight and jerked up past her head, stopping her fall. Then the grinding started again. Nancy felt her arms being swung out to her sides, and then the plates at her feet spread, forcing her legs open.

Nancy hung leaning forward, with her feet spread wide and the wires pulling her arms out and up.

Her arms felt like they were going to tear off, and she cried out in pain.

Melvin let Angela go and stepped in front of Nancy’s face. A big, red vein running along the top of his dick throbbed. He grabbed her by the hair and pressed his cock against her wide open mouth.

Nancy screamed. For a second.

Angela watched the movie screen as she stepped behind Nancy. She heard Nancy’s scream cut off as Melvin’s dick hit the back of her throat, and his fat belly smashed into Nancy’s head as he started fucking her face with hard, brutal thrusts.

Sometimes she loved Melvin. He was was like a father to her, and he was her first pet, after all.

And he’d been the one to start all this fun.

Angela stepped between Nancy’s legs and motioned for one of her cameramen. He squirted some lube on her penis and massaged it, spreading it evenly over the length of her cock.

She felt it twitch in his hand, hard as a rock. She grabbed Nancy’s butt and spread her cheecks wide open.

Angela smiled, and pressed the tip of her dick against Nancy’s asshole.

The camera man squatted, and aimed the lens at her penis.

Angela pushed hard, and watched herself on screen as she ripped into Nancy’s ass.

She knew she was going to enjoy fucking Nancy over the next few days, but she just wished this had been Matt.

Melvin liked to tell her that sometimes she couldn’t have everything she wanted. But Angela preferred to think that good things came to those with patience.

And she could wait for Matt.

 

Nancy woke from a nightmare, and bolted straight up in bed.

She looked around in a panic.

Sunlight streamed in through open windows, and the air was warm and fresh.

"Oh, God."

Nancy clutched the sheet to her chest and jerked her head around the room, trying to figure out where she was. There was a bathroom just off to her right, and the bedroom door was almost closed, except for a crack.

Nancy could hear someone humming not far away.

She rolled her legs out of bed, and a million little aches and pains shot through her body. Nancy stood up, and teetered a little. She steadied herself against the nightstand until she got her legs back under her, and walked to the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

One eye was red and swollen, and the entire right side of her face was tender. She was dressed in a white silk camisole and white panties, and her arms were bandaged. She looked at the scrapes and fading bruises all over her arms, chest and legs, and the bite marks along her neck and shoulders.

She lifted the light top over her chest and found more of the same: bruises and cuts on her stomach and back.

Her breasts and her bottom were the worst.

Scabbed-over bite marks and dark bruises covered her breasts, and her ass looked like someone had pounded it with a meat tenderizer.

Nancy started to cry.

"Oh, God," she whispered again.

She ran cold water in the sink, and managed to scrub her face.

She hardly recognized herself.

Nancy patted her face and dried her hands with a soft towel. She shuffled back into the bedroom and noticed a small package on top of a pile of folded clothes on the dresser.

Nancy ran her hand through her hair. The outfit that had been the cause of all her terror and pain and hurt was folded neatly, waiting for her.

She picked up the package, and a small card fell into her hand.

‘Sweet - Payment in full. Also, a reminder of our short time together, and a small token of my love for you and your Master. Enjoy! A.’

"Fucking Bitch." Nancy almost threw the box out the window, but changed her mind and opened it with shaking hands.

Inside, she found a new, studded leather collar and a silver name tag with her name stenciled to it.

Nancy tossed it on the dresser next to the clothes, and pulled a thin, square plastic case out of the package. She set the empty box down and flipped the case over.

The front cover was a close-up picture of Nancy’s face with Melvin’s penis stuffed in her mouth.

Nancy let out a choking sob, and opened the case.

Inside, she found a shiny gold disk with a picture of her at the sex shop trying to run, her clothes being torn off.

"Oh, God."

She dropped the case to the floor, and collapsed on the bed in shock.

Nancy looked up as the door opened.

"Everything okay in here?"

A woman stood in the doorway, with a pitcher of water and a glass. She smiled to see Nancy awake.

The woman was tall and tan, with golden skin and light blonde hair pulled back into a short pony tail. She wore a white blouse unbuttoned over a silk camisole, and a tight black skirt that clung to the curves of her hips and muscular legs.

She was beautiful, and radiated an easy, natural sexuality.

"I...I know you," Nancy whispered. "You’re Matt’s...friend."

The woman cocked her head to the side. "Have we met before?"

Nancy shook her head. "No. No, but I saw you once, in Matt’s store. He was helping me with something, and you...you snuck up behind him and kissed him."

The woman poured water in the glass, set the pitcher down on the dresser.

"Here, drink this." She sat next to Nancy on the bed, and helped her sip the water.

"I remember that." She handed Nancy the cup. "I’m Julie."

"Where am I?"

"This is Matt’s house."

"Where is he?"

"He’s been in California for a couple weeks now."

"How did I..." Nancy heard her voice crack, sipped at the water. "How long have I been here?"

"Melvin brought you here about a week ago." Julie took the empty cup and placed it by the pitcher. "You were in pretty bad shape, so I called Matt, and he had a doctor come and examine you."

"Two weeks..." Nancy had lost track of the time.

Julie looked concerned. "Do you remember what happened?"

Nancy held up the disk. "They filmed everything."

Julie nodded. "The doctor’s checked on you a few times now. He gave you a sedative to help you rest. He said you should be fine soon."

"When...when will Matt be back?"

"He’ll be gone for another week. Long enough for you to rest, here, if you want."

Nancy felt tears slowly roll down her cheeks, heard herself sob.

"They hurt me."

Julie gently wrapped her arms around Nancy, and held her.

"I know."

"Why?"

Julie rocked her. "Because they can. Because...it excites them."

"Do you...do you know them?"

Julie took a moment to answer. "I do."

"Does what they do...excite you, too?"

"Yes. But...It’s different when Matt...when he does it." Julie kissed her forehead. "You’ve felt it, too, haven’t you."

Nancy nodded, looked up.

"Matt’s like them, isn’t he."

"Yes." Julie smiled. "And no."

"Why do you stay? Do you...do you love him?"

Julie paused again. "I stay because I want to, because I like what Matt does to me. Because now I can’t imagine being without him." She looked down at the woman huddled in her arms. "But I don’t know if you could call it love."

Nancy closed her eyes. "He’s all I’ve thought about for...months. I compare my husband to him. I fantasize about him all the time. I don’t know what to do."

"Sshh. You don’t have to decide anything right now."

"I’m scared."

"Don’t worry. You’re safe here. It’s okay."

Jack unlocked the door and dropped his bags on the floor. He looked around the house, jingling his keys.

"Nancy! I’m back! You here?"

Where the hell was that fat cow? She didn’t pick him up at the goddam airport, didn’t answer the phone, and the car’s gone.

Everything else looked normal. Maybe she just forgot. It’d be just like her.

He picked up his bags and walked to the bedroom.

Jack stared. The room was a mess.

The first thing he thought was, Nancy always makes the bed when she wakes up.

The covers were torn apart, lying on the floor, her clothes thrown around the room.

What the hell is that?

Jack stepped into the room, saw the half-empty tube of lubricant on the floor, the dried-out stain soaked into the bed sheet.

Then he saw the vibrator.

Holy shit. The cow’s been using a fucking dildo on herself.

No skin off my nose, he thought. That much more of me for the ladies on my ‘business trips’.

Jack smiled to himself.

Starting his own consultation business had been a stroke of genius. He found the clients, and he hired a couple computer geeks from his old job to do all the serious work: the set-up and testing, making sure the systems met the customers requirements. Jack just had to breeze in for a few hours to ‘supervise’ all the work in progress. He really just sat back, let the guys do their pissant jobs, and watched the cash roll in. An hour or two a week actually working, at worst every other day, and then Jack could spend the rest of the time on his trips playing.

It was perfect, and Nancy would never know.

He laughed out loud remembering Nancy in her silly underwear the night before he left, and shook his head, chuckling to himself. How could she even think he’d want to screw her anymore? He hadn’t wanted to touch her since she’d got knocked up with their first brat. She’d gained a good twenty pounds with that kid.

That was when he started calling her ‘a fat cow’, in his head.

Jack loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his shoes.

Hell, even before then, he thought, even when she’d been kinda skinny and had those nice, big tits, he still had to think of other women to be able to get off.

She was the lamest screw he’d ever had. Completely boring in bed.

If it hadn’t been for that fucking kid, he never would’ve married her.

Jack thought about Mandy and Rebecca, the twins he’d spent the last couple weeks with in Las Vegas. Now, there were some real women. Built like fucking porn stars, and screwed like it, too.

They’d never let themeselves get pregnant like a dumb bitch. No sir.

Jack inspected himself in the mirror.

Too bad I’m not in my twenties. Best years of my life wasted with the fucking cow.

Jack thought of all the Viagra he’d used before coming home. He was going to need to refill his prescription.

He looked around again at the mess, spotted a black bag on the floor. He picked it up, shook out a book.

She’s reading now, too? What a waste of fucking money.

He looked at the title.

‘Kama...Kamasutra. What the fuck is a ‘kamasuwhatra’?

He tossed the book on the bed with the dildo.

Jack knew he didn’t have to worry. He’d be able to retire pretty soon. With all the money coming in now, and a few shrewd investments, he was pretty close.

Nancy didn’t know shit about that either, and he intended to keep it that way.

He let her think that he was busy busting his ass to keep up with the average Schmo. And when he was ready, he’d just take off, move somewhere warm, with sunny beaches, fruity drinks and hot girls in bathing suits.

And no sad-faced old cow tagging along for the ride.

Jack whirled at the sound of the doorbell, clomped down the hall in his socks, his shirt-tail hanging out.

Maybe that’s her. Maybe the stupid cow lost her house keys. I should...

Jack opened the door.

Well, he thought. Sure as hell ain’t Nancy.

"Mr. Shraeder?"

"Yeah?"

"This is for you."

A hot young thing, dressed in leather like some teen-age bondage queen, handed him a cardboard package, smiled, and hopped on a waiting motorcycle. She blew him a kiss as she roared off.

Jack stared at her, then at the box in his hand.

He shook his head, wished he’d had that Viagra. "Fucking hot. Hot hot hot."

He ripped the package open and flopped down on the couch in the living room, shook the box.

It rattled.

Jack reached in and pulled out a thin, plastic dvd case. He opened up the case and pulled out a blank, gold disk.

He flipped it over in his hands, wondering what the hell it was. No cover, no names, nothing. He looked at the box it came in.

Nothing there, either.

Jack shrugged and popped the disk into the dvd player, hit the power button on the remote.

The television flickered to life and he eased back on the couch, put his feet up and settled into the pillows.

The movie started, fading in from black.

A woman was running for her life, pursued by a bunch of maniacs.

Jack jerked back up, perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes wide.

"Holy shit." He grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. Squinted at the screen.

"That’s fucking Nancy."

A couple hours later, Jack hit the play button again.

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, masturbating while he watched his wife get raped over, and over.

 

Julie pulled into Matts driveway, parked, leaned over and kissed him awake.

He yawned, and she smiled as he stretched.

"Rise and shine, sleepy-head. We’re here."

"Mmmmm. Bed’s calling my name."

She patted his crotch playfully. "You should learn to take it easy on your vacations. You’re not as young as you used to be."

"You kidding? Hundreds of teenage girls in short skirts jumping around everywhere I looked for two weeks? It was heaven."

"You’re lucky you didn’t have a heart attack." She pressed him into the seat and kissed him again, gently stroking him with her hand.

"Miss me?"

She smiled down at him.

"Bet I could make you forget all about those flirty little cheerleaders."

"Hm. Maybe."

She grabbed him, felt him growing in her hand. "’Maybe’, my ass."

He patted her butt.

"You’re welcome to come in if you’d like to try."

Julie smiled and kissed him again.

"You’ve already got someone waiting for you tonight."

Matt looked at the house. A light flickered in the front window. "She stayed?"

Julie nodded. "You’ve got a way with the ladies, that’s for sure."

"She okay?"

"I think so. She looks a lot better."

"What are you thinking?"

Julie took a moment to answer. "She’s scared, and I don’t blame her. You guys really fucked with her."

Matt grinned. "It’ll get a lot worse for her if she decides to stay."

‘I know." She paused. "She seems like a nice lady Matt. Just...just be nice to her tonight. For me."

 

Matt closed his front door and tossed his bag on the floor. The lights in the house were off, but a pair of candles burned on the table in the dining room, and the smell of lasagna and garlic bread wafted through the house.

His mouth watered.

Smells a helluva lot better than the crap on the plane, he thought.

He found Nancy sitting on his couch, dressed in the outfit she’d gone through hell to get, watching television.

"Well, well."

"Matt!"

Nancy jumped off the couch and Matt laughed as she hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"Wow."

Then she stepped back and slapped him across the face.

He rubbed his jaw, more surprised than hurt, as she stared at him, her hands on her hips.

"Well. What exactly was that for?"

She waved to the television.

"You...you bastard! You knew what they were going to do to me!

Nancy was watching the movie - her movie, and she’d paused the disk, and there she was, on her knees, her arms held straight out behind her while a man groped at her body.

She pointed at the screen.

"You were there! That was you that caught me!" Nancy was trembling, but stood her ground, her eyes on Matt. "But it wasn’t you! I don’t understand!"

Matt grabbed the remote from the table and started the movie again. He watched himself rape Nancy, and grinned.

"Guess I looked pretty convincing as a creepy bald guy, huh?"

"How? How did you do it?"

Matt shrugged. "Honestly?" She nodded. "I have absolutely no idea."

"Angela said that the two of you have some...some kind of a gift."

He sat on the couch and flipped the remote back on the table. High pitched screams filled the room from the television.

"I guess you could call it that."

"And you use it to hurt people."

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"You used it to hurt me!"

He grinned. "Nancy, I warned you not to go to places like that, but you followed me anyway. Even the guys you talked to at the doors tried to tell you not to go inside."

"But I didn’t know! I mean, I wanted to see you! You didn’t..."

Matt waved a hand. On the television, Nancy blindly groped her way through the maze, right into Melvin’s arms.

"You made the choice, Nancy." He looked up at her.

"But you made me!" she looked confused. "Or Angela did, or..."

He laughed as she babbled, looked at her new clothes.

"She did a great job."

"What?"

He stood up and walked over to her. "I said, Angela did a great job on your clothes. They make me want to screw you just looking at you."

Nancy stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Don’t look so shocked. Angela warned you about me too," he ran his hand along her blouse, cupped her chin and tilted her head up to him.

"I thought...I thought you liked me." Her big puppy eyes had tears in them as she struggled to comprehend what was happening.

He smiled.

"But you’re evil."

He kissed her. A warm tingle started at the back of her neck and spread slowly down her body.

She wanted to push him away, wanted to run from the house.

But her body wouldn’t let her.

He stepped back, but kept her chin in his hand.

"Did you like that?"

She wanted to scream at him, No no no no no...

"Yes."

He touched her cheeks with both his hands, and Nancy felt the room spin, felt her body responding to him. She threw her arms around his neck, pressed her body hard against his. She opened her mouth to him, panting, and he slid his hands down, around her back, cupping her ass.

Nancy moaned.

Matt stepped back, and the warmth left her body like it was drained out of her.

She hugged herself, panting.

"Did you like that?"

She nodded.

"Did you feel that tingle? Like pins and needles?" He looked at her.

"Yes."

"Do you feel it now?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Okay. That was my...gift. That was a warning. If you feel that, I can make you see, feel, or do, anything - anything - I want."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

She just wasn’t getting it.

"Did you notice it the night we had dinner, after I dropped you off?"

Her voice sounded small and scared as she nodded.

"Right before the door flew open, in the hallway."

"You do anything crazy that night? Anything you normally wouldn’t do? And I don’t mean like having me drag you into a porn shop; I mean something completely out of character."

Her body shook, and she hugged herself tighter.

"You were there! I thought I was imagining it, but you were really there! And you..." Her hands flew to her mouth as the realization hit home. "Oh my God."

Matt moved behind her and whispered in her ear. "You were very sexy, Nancy, pretending I was fucking you." He gripped her arms at the shoulder and pulled her against him. "You looked like you were having such a good time, I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I couldn’t resist flipping you over and fucking your nice-big-ass."

Matt backed away again. " Now I think you have another choice to make."

"What?" she sniffled.

"Well, you can stay here, knowing what you do about me." He spread his hands. "Or you can leave and go back to your cheating husband, or whatever the fuck you want. I don’t really care. I’ve already screwed you twice, and now, thanks to Angela, I’ve got a nice movie to remember you by." He flopped back onto the couch. "But I’m not forcing you to stay. It’s completely up to you."

"Why? Why should I stay?"

He shrugged.

"I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. But if you stay," he waved at the television, "that’s the least of what I’m going to make you do."

"Why?"

He sighed, exasperated. So much for giving someone a choice in the matter, he thought.

"Because I can." He stood up. "Look, I know you’re thinking of this like it was going to be some goofy romantic comedy, but it’s not." He stood in front of her. "I’m not some guy who dresses in leather on weekends and gets cheap thrills by whipping his girlfriend. There’s no fucking safe-words here. If I think I’ll get off by making you fuck a goat, then that’s what you’re going to do for me."

She stared at him, her mouth hanging open.

"So, if you want to stay, great. I’m sure Julie and Shelly would like your company, and I know I like fucking you. But no more stupid questions. Decide now."

Nancy burst out crying.

Matt rolled his eyes.

"Okay Nancy," he pulled her to him and hugged her. "Look, this is a big shock, I know." He tilted her head up with his finger. "And you made dinner for us, huh?"

She nodded, sniffling.

"It smells delicious."

She gave him a weak smile.

"Tell you what." He kissed her forehead, smiled.

Nancy wiped at her eyes. "What?"

"You obviously need some time to think about things, so I’ll make you a deal."

Hope spread across her face as he flicked the damp bangs out of her eyes.

Then he grabbed a handful of her hair, and stormed through the dining room, pulling her with him.

She yelled and batted at his hand. "Matt!! Please...that hurts."

"Sorry, I don’t have the patience to talk to you anymore today."

He yanked her into the kitchen. Nancy lost a shoe, and she tried to hop after him.

"Please, Matt, stop!"

"Whoops. Sorry about that." He spun around and grabbed her shoe, then opened the door to the basement and shoved her down the stairs in front of him.

The foot still wearing the shoe slipped on the stairs, rolling her ankle, and Nancy almost fell, grabbing for the railing.

"Careful, there."

She managed to get her feet under her, and then Matt was pulling her down the last steps and across the concrete floor to a another door.

Matt whistled as he opened the door and pushed her into a small, dark, windowless room.

He flicked on a light switch, and Nancy clutched at him to keep from falling.

"So here’s the deal."

Matt shoved her onto a stained, dirty bed in the middle of the room and straddled her chest, forcing her to gasp for breath. He grabbed her arms, talking quickly as snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.

"We’ll play a little game while you’re deciding what you want to do."

He attached the handcuffs to chains hooked to the floor at the top of the bed. Then he leaned back, satisfied, and smiled down at her terrified face.

"I’ll even be generous. I’m going to give you an entire month to think about it and make your decision." He smacked her face gently with his hand. "And in the meantime, you’re going to be my little fuck toy." He looked around the room, at the thick concrete walls, the bare lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. "And I’ll put you up in a room for free."

She shook her head from side to side as he slipped off the bed.

"Please, no, Matt. Don’t do this." She begged.

He grabbed one of her legs and pulled, stretching her out on the bed, forcing her arms straight up, over her head. He buckled a heavy leather cuff around her ankle.

"Now, food, that’s something else entirely."

She tried to kick him as he reached for her other foot.

"Hey, now!" He laughed as he caught her leg and forced it onto the bed.

Nancy let out a wail as he tied her down completely, her legs spread open.

"You won’t cost me much as far as my electric bill goes. I’ll just leave the light off. I can always fuck you in the dark."

He slipped her shoe back on, stepped back and grinned at her.

"There." He said. "Perfect, except for one thing."

The only other piece of furniture in the room was an old dresser. Matt opened a drawer and rooted around inside, humming. He turned back with a grin, tossing a ball gag in his hand.

"No no no no no...Uggh!" Nancy gurgled as Matt held her head still and shoved the red ball into her mouth. He strapped the gag around her head and kissed her forehead.

"Sorry, Nancy, but I just don’t want to listen to you whine anymore."

He moved around the bed and closed the door. There was an open doorway in the wall on Matt’s right, and he stepped through and turned on a light, illuminating a small bathroom.

Nancy heard him unzip his pants and urinate, sighing, then water running in a sink as he washed his hands.

"Whoo-boy. I’ve needed to do that for a couple hours now." Matt stripped as he spoke, tossing his shirt to the floor as he stepped back to the bed. "Now. The game."

Nancy’s eyes popped open when he crawled back onto the bed, naked, his massive penis hanging between his legs.

"Food and water’s going to cost you, and since I’m a sick freak, this is what we’re going to do." He straddled Nancy again, resting his weight on her hips, his penis slowly growing, sliding it’s way up her belly, like it was alive. "I’m going to fuck you at least once a day, every day." She watched his hand as he gripped his cock, stroking himself. "If you can manage to have an orgasm before I come, then you can eat. And don’t think you can fake it - remember, I’ve felt you have an orgasm; you squirted all over me." He grinned. "So that’s what I"ll expect if you want any food."

Panic overwhelmed Nancy, and she thrashed her body from side to side, moaning, screaming around her gag, until he slapped her face.

"You’re so hot when you’re scared Nancy." Matt ripped open her blouse, and smiled like a little boy on Christmas morning. Nancy was wearing a black satin push-up bra that stopped halfway up her breasts, so her pink little nipples poked out over the top of the material. He rubbed the tip of his penis over her nipples until they were hard and swollen, then he bent over and bit each one, still stroking himself.

Nancy felt her body lurch forward at the touch of his mouth.

She moaned as he sucked at her breast, fondling and squeezing her. She twisted and bucked, trying to knock him off of her, but he didn’t budge.

He sat up and grinned, squeezing her hard, wet nipples with his fingertips.

"You taste lovely, Nancy." He shifted his body, sliding down her legs, and pushed her skirt up over her hips. "Are you hungry? I sure am."

Under her skirt, Nancy wore a black silk slip.

Matt slowly rubbed his penis along her leg. It throbbed, twitching in his hand. "Ahh. That feels nice." He rucked her slip around her hips too, exposing black silk stockings attached to a lacy garter belt, and a pair of crotchless panties.

"Well," he said, "let’s not waste any more time."

Matt’s cock, now easily as long and thick as Nancy’s forearm, stuck straight out from his crotch, bobbing slightly. She stared, wide-eyed, as he leaned over her, and she felt the head of his dick rub against her pubic hair. He pushed it further down, rubbing her pussy with the tip, up and down.

She shut her eyes, tight, expecting Matt to rip into her, like the other men who had raped her. She remembered the intense pain when Melvin had fucked her.

Instead, Matt movied his hands slowly up her body, and he kissed her softly, easing himself into her as he went. She felt him filling her, felt her body stretching to take him.

She pushed her hips against him, helping him.

"You’re wet, Nancy."

She kept her eyes squeezed shut, and turned her head away as he slid slowly, completely into her pussy. She felt the weight of his body settle onto hers, felt his fingers trace little circles on her belly.

Matt kissed her neck, and Nancy moaned. He braced himself, his hands pushed into the mattress on either side of her chest, and slowly fucked her, grinding into her.

She whimpered and squirmed underneath him, exciting him.

"What do you think, Nancy? Can you beat me?"

Matt changed his rhythm, slowly pulling his dick out a few inches, and then shoving it back into her, hard. Her legs were stretched out tight, and the chains cuffed to her her ankles pulled her body against him with each thrust. He tucked his knees under her legs, lifting her hips up, holding the tops of her thighs with his hands, and pounded his dick into her, making her titties bounce.

"Are you going to be able to eat tonight?"

Matt let out a loud grunt and he jerked to a stop. Nancy felt his cock twitch inside her, and his fingers gouged into the soft flesh of her legs.

He let out his breath in a whoosh, and pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound.

"Doesn’t look like it."

His cock was still hard, but it glistened with wet, sticky cum. Matt wiped it off onto her slip, and rolled off the bed.

"Oh well. We’ll try again tomorrow."

He gathered his clothes up, and clicked off the light. Nancy looked at his profile, dark in the doorway.

"I’ll make sure one of the girls takes you to the bathroom when they get back tomorrow. I wouldn’t want you to have an accident. I’ve never had a defecation fetish."

Nancy thought he grinned.

"But then again, the way things are going, you never know."

And he closed the door, leaving Nancy in the darkness, scared, and feeling totally, completely alone.

 

Nancy lost track of time, lying there in the dark.

For a while, she wept.

Eventually, the tears stopped, and Nancy fell asleep.

She dreamt awful dreams, of being chained to a wall, of brutal, masked men with whips, and a woman with an insanely huge penis that was alive, that bit and snapped at her.

She tried to scream, but one of the men shoved his hand deep into her mouth, forcing it down her throat until his arm was in her mouth up to his elbow. Her jaws cracked, and she couldn’t breathe. The woman started to fuck her, from behind. Sharp, wicked teeth bit and tore at her inside, but Nancy couldn’t scream, couldn’t move.

Suddenly the shadows shifted. A dark figure detached from the wall, its massive, fanged penis writhing in front of her face, spitting venom, snapping at her. And the woman and the men were laughing...

Nancy woke, groggy.

The dream was still with her, and she felt arms wrapped tightly around her, heard a man’s muffled moan as he buried his face into the pillow next to her.

Matt kissed her cheek and whispered, "Sorry, Nancy. Not today."

She cried as he left, her stomach growling, wondering if Matt would ever let her go.

Nancy remembered Jack. She wondered if her husband was looking for her, if he’d gone to the police. She tried to picture him, see his face in her mind, but she couldn’t. He was just a hazy, fading memory, slipping away.

She tried to remember her children, her girls, and she realized she hadn’t spoken to either of them for months.

Her last conversation with her youngest, Alicia, had been an arguement.

Alicia couldn’t understand why she stayed with Jack. Their conversations invariably came back around to him, and Alicia didn’t have the patience to listen to Nancy anymore.

She told Nancy that she never took anybodys advice but Jacks, so she deserved what she got.

Her oldest daughter, Amy, just said he was a creep, and wouldn’t talk about why.

Nancy knew her daughters couldn’t stand their father, and as soon as they could, they’d both married and moved as far away as possible. Rarely would either of them make the trip home, even for holidays.

Nancy hadn’t even seen her newest granddaughter, Alicia’s baby girl.

She wondered if she would see any them again.

Or if she really cared.

An odd thought, but she’d felt sorry for herself for so long, she hadn’t realized how distant, how indifferent she’d become.

The little voice in her head piped up.

That’s why you were so attracted to Matt, it said. He paid attention to you. He looked at you like you were a woman, not just a piece of old, torn furniture, like Jack.

That’s why you pursued him. That’s why you went to dinner with him, flirted with him.

And look where that’s got me, she thought.

Eventually, the door creaked open. The hazy light from the basement windows framed two silhouettes standing in the doorway.

Her body shuddered. No. Not again, please...

The light flicked on, blinding her. The figures moved to the bed, unhooking the chains from her bound wrists, lifting her so she sat at the end of the bed.

"Thank God, please help me, I..." Nancy drifted off as her sight returned.

Two naked women, wearing black leather bondage masks and dog collars, grabbed Nancy by the hair and hauled her to her feet. A short length of chain swung between the cuffs on her ankles, and the larger woman pulled at her handcuffs, dragging Nancy, shuffling, into the bathroom.

They forced Nancy to sit on a filthy toilet, and waited while she urinated. They helped her clean up, then dragged her back to the bed.

Nancy struggled until the taller woman slapped her across the face. They pushed her face-first onto the bed, strapping her back in so she was lying face down.

Then they turned off the light and shut her back in, alone, gasping for breath.

I’ve got to get out of here, she thought.

She tried to move, and was able to arch her back a little. Thinking she might have more leverage now to try and pull her hands free, Nancy folded her fingers together, and pulled.

And pulled.

Again and again.

She worked against her bonds until her body was soaked with sweat, and she’d ripped the freshly-healed skin away from her wrists.

Even with the blood seeping around her hands, she couldn’t pull them free.

She cried in frustration, so tired she didn’t notice the door to her prison open until Matt spoke, startling her.

"Well, well. Looks like you’ve been busy, Nancy." He ran a finger over her bloody forearm. "That looks like it hurts."

She stared up at him, panting.

"Trying to stage an escape?" He grinned. "Sorry. You’re cute, but you’re no Houdini."

She watched him open the dresser. He turned around holding a thick wood paddle.

He stepped back behind her, so she couldn’t see him. She heard a metal clank, and the chains holding her legs down went slack.

"Nancy, Nancy, Nancy. I like the initiative, but this wasn’t in the deal we made." He slid between her legs onto the bed behind her, lifting her hips up into the air. "Our first rule here: if you do something wrong, you get spanked."

She felt him slide her torn skirt over her bottom.

Matt pulled her panties down around her bent knees and rubbed her ass with his hand, sliding over so he was kneeling on the bed next to her.

Then he wrapped one arm around her waist, and slammed the paddle down onto her ass as hard as he could.

Nancy screamed around her gag. She kicked and thrashed as he spanked her, but although they were loose, her feet were still chained to the floor, and the arm around her waist kept her from moving her hips out of the way.

When he finished, she collapsed back on the bed, tears pouring from her eyes. He put the paddle back in the dresser drawer, and slid back onto the bed.

Nancy felt something cool and soothing being spread over her red, swollen ass.

"Don’t do that again, Nancy, and I won’t have to punish you. Do you understand?"

She nodded weakly.

Then she felt his hands wrap around her waist, felt his cock push into her from behind.

No food that day.

Eventually, the women came again, and helped her to the bathroom.

Her limbs trembled when they helped her to her feet. Nancy realized that she was being starved, and she was getting weaker.

Nancy knew the tall woman was probably Julie, from her body. As she sat on the toilet again, Nancy tried not to look, but marvelled again at what a beautiful woman she was. The other woman was much smaller, shorter even than Nancy, but had a shape very similar to Julie’s - large, firm breasts, with a small waist and wide, round hips.

Sitting on the toilet that day brought waves of sharp pain.

They strapped her back to the bed, face-down, and lathered her ass with the cool jelly, easing her pain a little.

A funny thought occured to her when they left her.

Nancy remembered, months ago, it seemed now, wondering if Matt could be attracted to her, while she looked herself over in her mirror at home.

She remembered how she’d thought of herself: fat and old.

But now...

She thought her body wasn’t all that much different from Julie’s. She had the same big breasts, the same thick hips and ass.

Even after her pregnancies, after the extra weight, she’d always had that ‘hourglass’ figure.

She remembered being cornered by the men at the store, all the men gathering around her. And after they caught her, talking to themselves while they stripped her.

All those men wanted her. They wanted her body, wanted to control her, if just for a minute.

All of them.

Even Matt.

A sick thrill passed through her, leaving her breathless.

And wet.

Nancy squirmed on the bed, uncomfortably aroused at the thoughts running through her head, the little voice in her head wondering where Matt was right now.

Because, she thought, I bet I’ll get some dinner tonight.

And she realized that she’d made her decision.

It was hard to rest after that.

By the time the door to the room opened again, Nancy was exhausted, and beyond hunger. She would’ve given anything for a drink of water, and wondered if that was part of the plan.

She felt the pressure holding her legs loosen again, and the familiar weight of a body climbing onto the bed behind her.

Matt’s strong hands lifted her hips into the air again, and she felt a cool, damp cloth wash her bottom, wiping away the residue of the jelly.

She felt herself smile a little, around the gag.

Her breath came in little panting gasps, her already excited body anticipating him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist again, pulling her close, and she felt his hand slip under her crotch and play with her pussy.

Oh, God, yesss...

She couldn’t believe how good that felt.

Then something pushed gently into her bottom, and she heard a squirting sound. She felt a cool fluid spurt into her asshole, felt it ooze down over her pussy, down her legs.

Oh no, she thought, that’s not what he’s supposed to do...

And She felt the tip of his penis press against her lubricated asshole, felt his cock slowly sliding into her.

No no no no no...

She shook her head frantically.

Fuck my pussy! Please Matt, not there...

Maybe he’s making a mistake, she thought. It’s dark, he probably can’t see what he’s doing. I can’t take him like this, I can’t. He’ll rip me apart...

She tried to raise her hips higher, to try to get his cock to slip out of her ass and slide down into her pussy.

I’ve been waiting for you all day, goddamit, I want you to fuck me like a goddamn normal person!

But he didn’t slip out. He just tightened his grip around her waist, and slowly pushed deeper into her butt.

And he stopped playing with her pussy.

Nancy hung her head while Matt squeezed her tits and fucked her ass.

He’d used enough lubricant so it didn’t really hurt, and she could feel his balls slapping against her pussy, heard his belly smack against her ass cheeks.

No food that day either.

Eventually, the women came and went, and Nancy slept again.

No nightmares this time, though.

She dreamt of food, and her dinner with Matt. She could almost taste the food on her plate, the wine she drank. She felt happy and content, watching Matt eat, enjoying being close to him.

This time, when he took her home, Nancy didn’t let him leave; she invited him inside, and she took him to her bed.

Nancy watched as she lead him down the hall and pulled him into her bedroom. Watched as she kissed him, watched as she touched his body.

In real life, Nancy moaned in her sleep, squirming on the bed as the door to her prison opened quietly.

Matt stepped into the room and grinned as Nancy wiggled her hips against the bed, listened to her soft little panting breaths.

In her dream, Nancy slowly undressed Matt. When he was standing, naked, she sat on the bed and took his warm, twitching cock in her hands and kissed it, feeling it grow in her hands as she licked and kissed him.

Somehow, she was completely naked, and she was more than ready for him. Nancy leaned back onto her bed, still holding his cock, pulling him down on top of her. She closed her eyes as he kissed her and wrapped her legs around his neck, helping him into her pussy with her hand.

Matt watched Nancy re-live her fantasy and slowly unbuckled the cuffs around her legs. He eased onto the bed behind her and slid his hand up her thigh, felt the wetness between her legs, and lowered himself onto her back. He gently ground himself against her bottom, felt her hips pushing back into him, and he began gently kissing her, nuzzling her.

She raised her body to meet him, and he pushed gently, enjoying the warmth of her as he slipped inside.

Her mouth opened, and she groaned again, licking her lips.

Matt started slowly, letting her body move against his, and nibbled at her ear.

"That’s my girl," he whispered, "you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time."

Her eyes fluttered.

"Matt...?"

He grinned, and cupped her breasts as her hips jerked against him.

"I’m here, Nancy." He held her tight. "You can do whatever you want tonight."

In her dream, Nancy let Matt turn her over onto her stomach, and he used her panties to tie her hands to the bed. She felt him enter her from behind, filling her up completely.

He whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her cheek, and his hand snuck down to her pussy, touching her, sending little, electric thrills through her body.

"Oh God, Matt. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please..."

For the first time in days, she heard her own voice, parched and raspy, but strong and sure.

Matt kissed her, gently.

And Nancy lost herself to him.

Acting on Impulse

Victoriajohn on Forced Stories

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause

offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are

offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal

age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction

and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

Acting on Impulse

My heart is still thumping in my chest, and my stomach is still all

churned-up. What a morning this has been, and all because my husband

has a roaming eye. What am I going on about? Well I’ll tell you.

Bloody men!

My name is Sandra but everybody calls me Sandi, I’m thirty-three

years old and have been married to Roger for twelve years. I’ve

always had a we

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ll paid job, earning nearly double Roger’s wage. But

we just had our first child three months ago, a gorgeous little girl

called Rebecca, and I gave up working to look after her. But this has

drastically reduced our combined income. This didn’t hit us at first,

but now its getting on for six months since my last pay cheque, and

things are getting tight.

Last night was our wedding anniversary. And although Roger did

remember, and took me out for a meal, not to an expensive restaurant,

but a simple meal in a pub which would have been sufficient, but what

got to me; was that Roger spent all night ogling two girls that were

sitting at the bar. Talking to him was like talking to the wall,

in-fact, I think the wall was paying me more attention. Then when we

got home, he was flirting with the young girl who’d been babysitting.

Luckily she only lives a few doors away, as I don’t think I’d have

trusted him to have given her a lift home. Then to really ruin the

night; when we got into bed, he immediately fell asleep, leaving me

getting more and more frustrated.

So this morning when he’d gone to work, I was in a really foul mood.

And I decided to do something to get my own back. I’d bought no new

clothes for ages, because we were cutting down on our spending. But I

thought to myself, if he’s going to be looking at other girls, then

I’m going to get other men, to look at me! First thing to make a girl

feel sexy; is sexy underwear. And good sexy underwear doesn’t come

cheap. There are no really good underwear shops in our local town, so

I’d have to go some twenty miles or so to the nearest city.

But here again our money problems hit me. Only last week my beloved

Laurence failed his MOT. Laurence is the name of my big old Land

Rover truck. I’ve had it since I was twenty-one. It’s slow, noisy,

thirsty, drafty, but has never let me down in all the twelve years

I’ve owned it. When I’m driving it; I sit up there so high, and feel

so safe. And the MOT he just failed? Well in England to get your

annual road tax, if your vehicle is over three years old, it needs a

road worthiness test in a garage, we call it an MOT. Well my Laurence

failed; so no MOT, no tax. No tax means you’re not insured. And any

one of the three things means you can’t take it on the road. We

couldn’t afford to have the garage fix the car, so Roger was going to

get one of his friends to look at it for me. But this was something

else he hadn’t done.

Well fuck the road tax! Fuck the insurance! And fuck their silly old

MOT! My Laurence has always got me where ever I wanted to go in the

past, and he wouldn’t let me down now. So I got the baby ready, with

all her stuff, and bundled her into the back of my trusty Laurence. I

dropped her off at my moms, and off I went to get some drop-dead sexy

kit.

I knew which shop I was heading for, it was a small exclusive place.

Everything in there cost a bomb, but what the fuck! There was only a

little parking space in-front of the shop, with enough room for about

four cars. I swung Laurence into one of the parking bays and jumped

out. Now if Roger had seen me he’d have nagged me all day long, he

always insisted on my reversing into the parking space. But today

Roger could go-fuck-himself!

Now to go shopping I’d wanted to look my best, but with no new

fashionable stuff, I had to go back to basics. One thing that will

always be in style is showing lots of leg, bust, or flesh in any

area. And that was something else that Roger had let me down on! He’d

given me a target weight and waist size when our Rebecca was born,

and he’d promised that when I got back down to my original nine

stone, and twenty-two inch waist, he’d buy me a complete new outfit.

Well I’d reached this target two weeks ago, and there was still no

sign of him taking me shopping to buy it. Anyway, as I say I’d got a

short skirt and a tied blouse. So I was showing lots of leg, bare

tummy, and plenty of cleavage.

I walked into the shop, and straight up to the centre counter, where

the man who owned the shop was standing. Then bold-as-brass, without

trying to make sure nobody else could hear.
“I’m looking for some really sexy underwear.”
“Well you’ve come to the right place. Because that’s all we sell

here. But what kind of sexy do you want? Frilly? Skimpy? Silky? Old

fashioned lacy? That’s really back in fashion now.”
“I want something that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“In that case, our skimpy range is mainly over in that area of the

shop. Once you find what you want, there is a changing room at the

back of the shop. If you need any assistance, just come and ask. And

I hope you don’t mind me saying, that I think you’re making the right

choice. With a body like yours, it would be a sin to cover it up.”

I felt myself blush as he made his remark, but I turned away without

answering him, and made my way to where he’d pointed. The stuff was

so nice, it was difficult to know what to pick. I’d been browsing

around for about ten minutes, when suddenly.
“Do you mind if I pick a few things for you to try?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin as the shop owner spoke from directly

behind me.
“Err. No of-course not, I’d be glad of your assistance, there’s just

so much to choose from.”
“Even if I do say so myself, I’m a pretty good judge of what style

suits what type of lady.”
“Ok then, tell me what style you think would suit me.”

“Well you’ve got such a sexy little body, you don’t need anything

fancy, or overstated. I’d suggest a thong, and a half cup bra.  Here

try this set, it’s almost transparent, but it will certainly show you

off to best effect. Then there’s this set, still very revealing, but

silk material. And then there’s this lace one, not my choice, but

maybe you’ll like it. If you want to go and try them on, the changing

room is vacant. If any of them take your fancy, you should find me

around the shop somewhere, but I’m expecting a delivery to my

store-room at the back, so if I’m not about, just pick up the little

brass bell on the counter, and give it a ring.”

I tried on all three sets, and was in love with all of them, but with

price tags starting at around ninety pounds, this little lot would in

total exceed three-hundred and fifty pounds! Now pissed as I was with

Roger, I couldn’t spend that kind of money. Even the cheapest set at

ninety, would cause us a lot of financial pain.

Then and idea hit me, I looked out of the curtains, and the manager

of the shop was still milling about, so I started putting the

underwear on, one set on top of the next. All the time I kept having

a quick peek through the curtains, to check where he was. Then as I’d

just put my own underwear back on I was having a peek, and I saw him

disappearing into a door to the side of the changing cubicle. I

assumed this led to his stock-room, and he’d gone to take care of the

delivery as he’d said. Now I was panicking, I had to pull my skirt

and blouse on, and get out to Laurence as quickly as I could.

I made my way from the cubicle as quickly as possible, but trying not

to arouse any of the other customers’ attention. I was about ten feet

from the door, when I heard a voice behind me.
“Was there nothing suitable?”
It was the shop owner, who was stood by the cubicle, with his hand

just about to open the curtain.
“Err. No thank you.”
I replied as I looked back whilst opening the door. I could see he’d

now pulled the curtain back. As I stepped out, I heard his call.
“Hey! Stop! Where are the outfits?”

I ran as fast as I could, jumping into Laurence, and turning the key.

He burst into life as usual, and I crashed the gear stick into

reverse. Then dropping the clutch, I floored the throttle pedal, and

pulled a handful of steering on. We shot off backwards, and there was

a jolt, and an almighty screeching sound. I had been looking behind

me, but as I swung my head to where the noise was coming from, I

could see my front bull-bar had swung into the side of the car parked

next to me. I kept my foot hard down, and Laurence just pushed the

car sideways out of his path. It was a brand-new Jag, and as we

lurched free of it, I could see we’d ripped the side open from front

passenger door, along to the back bumper.

We were reversing from the parking bay, back up towards the door of

the shop. I turned my head back to see where I was going, before I

crashed into anything else. I could now see the shop manager coming

running out of his door, only to be met by Laurence’s back end

rumbling its way towards him. He stopped in his tracks, and jumped

clear, I rammed the stick into first, and we were off. We were in

second gear before I'd left the little car-park. I kept my foot hard

down not attempting to slow down as I joined the road. Luckily the

traffic was light, and apart from some horn blowing, we were away

without incident.

I didn’t head for home; instead I drove around the city for a while

to see if we were being followed. Then after about fifteen minutes

driving around, I made my way back home. I didn’t pick-up baby, my

nerves were too shattered. So here I am, sitting here a nervous

wreck. What happens now? Well one good thing, Laurence pours out

black smoke, so the whole back end of him is filthy. There is no way

you could read the number plate even stood up close. So I felt

quietly confident that I’d got away with it.

“Ring ring, Ring ring. Ring ring,”
The phone, I about jumped out of my skin. I didn’t want to answer it.

But why? It could only be my mum, or a friend.
“Hello.”
“Hello. Is that Sandra Hall?”
“Why, who wants to know?”
“This is Mr Armstrong here; I’m the proprietor of ‘Silks & Satins’. I

just wanted to inform you that I will be handing your purse and

handbag over to the police when they arrive. I expect you’ll be able

to pick them up from the station when they arrest you.”

My heart sank, I’d been in such a state, I hadn’t even missed the

bloody handbag. With all the rushing to get dressed and out of the

cubicle, I must have left it hanging on the peg in there. What the

hell could I do now?
“Please don’t call the police.”
“And why ever not? You’ve not only stolen goods from my shop, I have

a customer here, whose beautiful new car has been torn to shreds.

He’s just sitting down in a state of shock.”
“Please I beg you; I’ll bring your stuff back.”

“My dear, I wish it were that simple. Even if I decided not to

prosecute, what about this gentleman’s car? He’ll need the details of

your insurance.”
Now I knew I wasn’t insured, so the bill for this guy’s car would be

out of my pocket. There was no way we could pay out for a car that

must have cost about forty grand.
“I’m not insured. Sob sniff. That’s why I didn’t stop. Please don’t

phone the police, I’ll go to prison.”
“You are in a mess then. Don’t move away from your phone, I’ll ring

you back in a minute.”

So I sat there waiting, wondering what he was doing at the other end.

Eventually, the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Right my dear, I don’t like talking about this kind of thing on the

phone, so I'll be very brief. You be the same, just a simple yes or

no. If your answer is no, I’ll ring the police, and we'll just let

matters take their course. Here is my proposition. I’ve just taken

delivery of a complete new range of swim wear. I would normally hire

a model for the day. If I bring my camera, and the stuff to your

place, and you model it, I won’t prosecute. The gentleman whose car

you demolished is prepared to claim off his own company insurance,

and not go to the police. Providing you let him join us, he'd like to

watch you while you do the modelling.”
“But what are the costumes like?”
“I said I wanted a simple yes or no. If the next word you utter isn’t

yes, then I’m putting the phone down, and phoning the police.”
I had no real choice to make, it had to be yes.
“Yes.”
“Ok my dear we’ve got your address, it’ll take us about thirty

minutes, that’s time for you to have a shower, and get yourself in

the right frame of mind.”
“Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
The phone went dead as he’d dropped his receiver.

So now I had two men coming to my house, to photograph me in? In what

I didn’t know. I went upstairs, and removed the layers of underwear,

the cause of all my problems, and then I ran myself a hot bath. As I

lay in my bath, I began to re-run the mornings events through my

head, wondering just how I’d got myself into this bloody mess. As

normally happens when having a bath, time passes before you know it,

and I was still mulling the morning’s disaster through my mind, when

I heard the front door bell.
“Shit!”
I hauled myself from the tub, and put on a bath robe, then made my

way down the stairs. My stomach was full of butterflies, as I opened

the door.

“Excuse me miss. Sorry to have disturbed your bath. Parcel for you,

can you sign here?”
“Oh yes. Oh its ok, I’d been in there too long, I was turning into a

prune.”
He took the slip I’d just signed, and gave me the parcel.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying, if the prunes we had for school

dinners had been like you, then we’d have all been going back for

second helpings.”
With that he turned on his heals, and was off up the garden path.

I put the parcel down in the corner of the hall, and suddenly

realised that I’d still got his pen in my hand. Now it wasn’t a

diamond studded or real gold one, but it was a relatively expensive

pen. I wasn’t dressed to chase after him, so I put it on the hall

window sill. I rushed back upstairs, and was about to throw off the

robe, with the intention of getting dressed, when the door bell rang

again. I turned around, and I was pulling the robe together as I ran

back down the stairs, thinking the postman had returned for his pen.

As I opened the door, I picked-up the pen and handed it forward.
“Here it is. Oh! You're not the postman. Oh sorry.”

As you’ve probably guessed, it was the shop owner, and a man I’d

never seen before.
“Thank you for the pen. Do I call you Sandi or Sandra?”
“No, sorry that's not for you."
I said as I took it back from his hand, and put it back on the window

sill.
"Sandi I suppose. Err. I suppose you’d better come in.”
“Which room, front, back or do you want us to do it in your bedroom?”
The shop manager had a big holdall on one shoulder, and a silver

metal suitcase thing in his other hand. The other man had two large

bags, which looked like my Husbands fishing rod bags.
“Back room, I think. I’ll just nip upstairs and get dressed; I’ll be

down in a moment”

“Hang-on, you might as well take a costume up with you, just give me

a second to open my bag.”
I followed them both into my back room, and the shop owner, who I

later found out was called Ted, put both his case and bag on the

floor. Then he searched around inside the bag, and pulled out a

bright yellow swim suit, which he handed to me. I took it up to my

bedroom, and was soon pulling it on. It was a really nice costume,

not over the top skimpy, but a very sexy cut. It was the kind of

thing that I’d wear on holiday, to go down to the beach.

I plucked up my courage, and down I went to see these two men. As I

walked in the room, they’d been busy setting out the gear they’d just

carried in. In one corner of the room was a screen, three cloth

covered panels, similar to the type you can find in a doctors

surgery. Then there were four big lights, each on its own stand. And

the big silver case was laid open, and it contained all types of

camera equipment. They’d also set-up a clothes rail, and hung out a

selection of costumes from his big holdall.

As I walked in, they both spun around, and Ted said.
“Oh yes! I just knew you'd look stunning in that. What do you think

Les?”
“You weren’t kidding. She’s got a cracking little body.”
“Come-on then my dear lets introduce ourselves. This is Les, and you

can call me Ted. We already know your name, but let’s just make sure

you don’t mind us calling you Sandi.”
“No, Sandi is ok. And please let me just say to Les just how sorry I

am, for what I did to his car.”

“Is that really true? Will you show Les just how sorry you are?”
“Of course I’m sorry, but what do you mean? How can I show him?”
Well by now, Les was sitting in the centre of my big three-seater

leather settee, and Ted was kneeling on the floor, messing with his

camera.
“Well in my book, you can sometimes say sorry with a kiss. I’m not

sure if that would do it for Les?
“It would certainly be a start.”

“I am really sorry.”
And with that I walked towards him, and bent down to give him a kiss.
“Wait a minute. Let me get my lights and camera set-up first.”
“What! You’re going to take a picture of me kissing him?”
He busily positioned his lights all around, and turned them on,

illuminating the whole room. Then with his camera in his hand, he

rolled across the floor to a position behind me.  He was laid on his

back pointing the camera’s great big lens upwards towards me.

“I want pictures of you doing everything. Ok, step back over me, and

then come forward like you just did. But this time, lean forward to

kiss Les, as you’re stepping over me. I want to see your lips

meeting, framed by a shot taken through your legs.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if anyone recognises my face?”
“These pictures are just for me and Les. No one else will ever see

them. When I take the ones for the display cards, I’ve got a

masquerade mask for you to wear. It covers the eyes, nose and cheeks,

so it still allows your pretty smile to be seen.”
“But you still want me to let you take a picture from down there,

with my legs open, wearing this costume?”

“So that wasn’t a genuine offer when you said you wanted to make it

up to Les?”
“It was, but I never expected you’d want to take that sort of picture

of me.”
“So, you’re going to behave all childish about this? Well in that

case I guess this isn’t going to work. We might as well get this lot

packed up, and let the law deal with you.”
“No don’t be like that! But are you saying that unless I want the

police involved, you’re expecting me to let you take that kind of

picture?”
“Yes. I would have thought that would have been obvious. Surely you

can’t think that’s a high price to pay? You’ve just stolen nearly

four-hundred quid’s worth of gear, and written-off a forty-grand car.

A few pictures of you showing the gusset of a swimming costume

doesn’t seem much to ask?”

“But when you phoned me, you said I’d just be modelling the

swimwear.”
“I don’t think I did. I asked if you’d model swimwear, and you said

yes. But I never said that would be sufficient to pay us off for you

stealing from me, and damaging his car.”
“But I thought that was why you’d come here, just to take simple

photos of me wearing your costumes.”
“We’re going around in circles my dear. It’s quite simple. Are you

going to let me take the shot, or are we leaving?”

“Well ok, you can take this one, but I’m not stripping.”
“I haven’t asked you to. Now stand with your left leg there, and your

right leg over here, and lean forward to give Les a kiss.”
I put my legs in the positions he pointed to, and bent forwards. My

hands rested just above Les’s shoulders, on the back of the settee. I

pursed my lips, and we kissed.
“Hold that pose, don’t move.”
Ted was clicking away, moving from under me, to my side, and all

around. But Les was taking his opportunity, to push his tongue into

my mouth. I didn’t like the thought, as both these men were at least

forty years old, maybe even fifty. But considering my situation, I

didn’t resist too vigorously, for fear of upsetting them.

“Ok. I’ve got that one. Now sit across his knee.”
I stood up, turned, and backed myself onto Les’s knee, laying myself

back into his right arm, which he wrapped around my back, resting his

hand on my hip. Then his left hand slid under my knees, and he lifted

them up and onto the settee. He then took his hand from under my

knees, and wrapped it around my back, joining his other arm in

pulling me to his chest. He then started pushing his tongue back into

my mouth. We were in this clinch for at least three minutes, wet

kissing, while Ted was wandering about taking pictures from all

angles.

Then I felt Ted’s hand on my right ankle, he lifted it from the

settee, and pulled it across placing it on the floor, hence pulling

my legs apart. I was held tightly to Les, and his wet kissing

prevented me from making a verbal protest. I lifted my leg and was

about to put it back onto the settee.
“Sandra my dear. Don’t be awkward. If I put your leg somewhere,

that’s because I want it in that position. Now put it back quickly.”
I did as he said, and returned my foot back to the floor, thus

allowing him a clear view of my crotch. Then I felt his hand on my

other ankle, and he was lifting that one up over the back of the

settee! Now I was not just open, but spread wide. I could here him

clicking away, but Les was keeping me busy with his French kissing.

“Ok Les, let her get up now.”
As soon as I heard him, I pulled my leg from off the back of the

settee, and pulled myself free from Les.
“Right Sandi, how do you want to do this?”
“What do you mean?”

“Well you see that rack of costumes; I’d like to get all of them done

before we go. So the less mucking about, the sooner we get finished.

We’ve put up a little screen in the corner of the room; it will save

loads of time if you get changed behind it, instead of going out to

your bedroom. If you start at one end of the rack, taking a costume,

and then when you’re changed, put the one you’ve just been wearing

back at the other end of the rack. There’s five different poses that

I want to see you model, with each costume. When you’ve got the first

one on, just come out here and I’ll talk you through the different

poses. Oh here’s that masquerade mask, just slip the elastic around

the back of your head to keep it in place.”

I took the mask, put it on, collected a costume from the end of the

rack, and went behind the screen. I started stripping the first

costume off, but I was having to be very careful, as this little

screen they’d set-up was only about a metre wide, and provided cover

from about two feet off the floor, up to about shoulder height. I’d

soon pulled the one costume off, and the next one on. As I walk from

the screen, he was kneeling to one side, and he took my picture.

“Very nice. That’s one of the poses done. That was the full costume

front view. See that's this shot."
He showed me a small printed card, the type that is used to accompany

the costumes on the display stand. This card was about 5 by 8 photo

size. On the left top side where he was pointing, was a full body

front facing picture of a girl wearing bra and panties. To the right

was the same type of shot taken from behind. Then under these two

larger pictures were three little square pictures, maybe about one

and a half inches square. Then below this was the printed description

of the item for sale.

The three little pictures were all close-up shots. One taken from the

front low down, models legs parted, showing details of the gusset.

Next was taken from the same low down position, but showing the view

from behind, and the model was bending forwards, legs still parted.

The last was the bust, model leaning forward, showing in this case,

her nipples as they pushed over the top of the half cup bra.

“God!”
“What’s wrong?”
“The pictures. Do they need to be so close-up?”
“What’s wrong with them? All the gear you were looking at in my shop

had display cards like that.”
I guess now he’d said that, I think they did. But you just glance at

them to see how much the knickers cover up, and never think some poor

girl has had to model for the picture.
“I suppose so; I just never thought you’d want pictures like that.”
“Well it’s not much point taking your picture in a rain coat if I’m

selling swimming costumes.”
“No it’s just the close-ups of the panties, I never thought.”
“But did you think they looked over-the-top when you were in my shop

this morning?”
“I guess not.”
“And did you use the close-up insets to tell you what style of

knickers you were looking at?”
“I suppose so.”
“Well I think you’ve answered your own question. So shall we get on

with the next pose?”

“I guess so.”
“Now we’ll, do your crotch area taken from behind. Once we get you in

position, we can also take the bust shot at the same time. So if you

come over to this chair, bend forwards, and place your hands on the

arms of the chair, with your legs slightly apart. Here, I’ll place a

couple of coins on the floor, stand with the balls of your feet, one

on each coin.”
I walked to where he’d put the two coins, putting one foot on top of

each coin. My legs were spread about two feet apart, and about two

feet away from the chair.

“That’s good. Now bend forward, hands on the chair arms.”
I leaned forwards, placing my hands where he’d said. This felt a very

revealing pose to take.
“Ok Les, do you want to have a quick look before I take my picture?”
Les didn’t answer, but I saw him dive down onto the floor behind me,

and I could feel his hot breath on the cheeks of my bottom.
“Ok, let’s get my shot, we’ve got loads more of these to get through,

and some of the others will be a lot more interesting.”

Once again Les didn’t answer, but he got up and stood to one side out

of camera shot. Ted took two or three shots, and then he came around

and stood behind the chair back, facing me.
“Ok head up out of the way, push your bust out.”
I lifted my head, heaved my bust forward, and he clicked away taking

several shots.
“That’s a shame.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’d hoped you’d get aroused when Les got down close to your crotch.

Never mind, we’ll do the front crotch shot; maybe that will stir up

some action. Ok you can get up now.”

I stood up, and he walked around to the front of the chair.
“Right seeing as we’ve got that lovely big chesterfield, the best way

to do this, is for you to pop your bottom onto the edge of the seat,

dead centre of the settee. I’ll tuck a load of cushions behind your

back; you lie back and get comfortable. Then lift your legs as wide

as you can. I don’t suppose you can get your legs to full splits?”
“Are you serious? The picture you just showed me wasn’t taken with

her legs that wide.”
“I know, I complained to the agency about her, she was supposed to be

a genuine pro, but she was useless. Anyway, let’s get you in

position.”

He held my hand and took me across to my settee, and as I sat my

bottom right to the front of the centre, he placed cushions behind my

back, until I could lie backwards fully supported. My legs were still

dangling on the floor in front of me.
“Ok Sandi; now let’s see just how wide you can get your legs.”
I spread my legs until my feet were on the floor about four feet

apart.
“Is that it? Surely you can get them wider, or at least lift them up

higher.”
I didn’t answer, but I lifted my feet from the floor, and tried to

hold them at about a foot high.
“Hang on; let your feet down a minute.”

As I let my feet drop to the floor, he walked across the room, took

hold of a dining room chair. He brought it across, and placed it at

one end of the settee, facing it inwards towards the centre. Then he

turned, and fetched a second chair which he placed the other end, in

a mirror image position.
“Ok girl, let’s have your left foot.”
As he spoke, he bent down, taking hold of my ankle, and helping me to

spread my leg, and resting it up on the seat of the chair.
“Ok next one.”
He now took hold of the other ankle, placing it on the other chair,

thus spreading my feet at least six feet apart, and stretching my

crotch fully open.

“There, that’s more like it. What do you think Les?”
“Is this really necessary? It’s so embarrassing.”
“Well I don’t know if it’s necessary or not, but she looks fucking

amazing with her pussy spread open like that. She’s given me a

fucking hard.”
“Well it looks like Les likes it. And yes it is necessary. I hope

we’re not going to get you being all prudish at every new pose I put

you in? If this is what this session is going to be like, maybe we

should give up now?”
“No please. I’ll do it.”
“Ok I still want you aroused for the bust picture; I need your

nipples to be pushing the costume. I’ll let Les kneel down and get a

close look at your crotch, maybe that will excite you.”
I didn’t reply, and next second Les was kneeling on the floor, his

face inches away from my crotch, instead of it exciting me, I was

feeling scared, and thought I’d pee myself.
“Hey Ted, I can smell her cunt.”
“No need for that kind of language. Ok Les, I think you might as well

get up now, its not having the desired effect. I’ll get some crotch

shots, then we’ll have to try another method to excite her.”

Les moved away, Ted started shooting, and took maybe six pictures,

all very close-up.
“Are you very nervous?”
“Y yes.”
“What is it, having your legs open?”
“Yes, it’s so embarrassing.”
“Come on then, we’ll try another way.”
As he spoke, he was lifting my legs back to the floor. He then helped

me to my feet, pushed the cushions along the settee, and sat himself

down in the middle. He was still holding my hand, and he pulled me

back to sit on his knee.

“Ok, your legs are closed, and nobody is going to hurt you. But I

need you excited, aroused, or what ever you want to call it. We can

kiss, I can stroke your legs, I can stroke or suck on your nipples,

it’s your choice. But one way or another, I want your nipples to be

standing proud. So let’s be grownup about this, you’re not a little

girl, you know what turns you on.”
“I guess if you stroke my breasts on the outside of the costume, it

will do what you want.”
“Good girl. Like this.”

He was using the palm of his hand, and gently stroking across first

one breast then the other. I’d expected my nipples to perk-up

instantly, but although it was sending shock waves down my navel, my

nipples remained soft. He now had my breast cupped in his hand, and

was gently squeezing on my nipples.
“Oh god! Ah ooh.”
This made me squirm on his knee, and the shock waves got intense, but

my nipples remained soft. He continued for at least five minutes, but

although I was boiling up in my lower tummy, my nipples refused to

cooperate.

“Well my dear, looks like we need to go one step further. Would you

like me to start sucking on your nipples through the costume, or if

not I can get Les to stroke your legs?”
I didn’t want him sucking my nipples, but I wasn’t sure exactly what

Les stroking my legs meant.
“Where exactly do you want him to Stroke?”
“Just part them slightly, and let him stroke you around stocking top

height.”
“If I let you do this, you promise he won’t just grab me in between

my legs?”
“Come-on Sandi, don’t be silly. We’re here to get some pictures, the

sooner we can get you worked up; the sooner we’ll get this job done.

But just for you. Ok Les, you heard her, the idea is to get her

worked up, and I’ll keep working on her tits. You stroke her legs,

but only on the flesh that her costume doesn’t cover, no going

inside, or stroking the gusset. Ok Sandi, are you happy to go for

it?”
“Yes. Thank you.”

“Come-on lets get you more comfortable.”
He sat up, lifting me with him, and turned around laying me back

along the settee. Then he kneeled alongside my upper body, and

started back on my breasts. I was about to question this new position

that they had now got me into, but Ted intercepted my words, by

gently placing a single finger on my lips, and whispering.
“Ah. Ah! Just lie back, and once we get you aroused, we can get back

to taking pictures.”
He then resumed his manipulation of my breasts, and at the same time,

I felt Les putting one of his hands on the inside of my knee. I

opened my legs to let him stroke me. As his hand cupped my knee, he

pulled my leg towards himself, and off the edge of the settee,

letting my foot drop to the floor. This opened my legs wider than I’d

anticipated, but although I didn’t like how far this was going, I

made no objection. Now with Ted using two hands to work both my

breasts, and Les stroking around my leg, and his hand getting ever

higher, the feelings of anxiety were building to a climax.

Then as Les’s hand reached the top of my leg, he used his free hand

to lift my left leg from the settee cushion, up onto the top of the

settee back, spreading me wide. The fear was now so intense I once

again was worried that I would pee in my costume. I felt his finger

to one side of the gusset of the costume. It was on my flesh to the

side of my mound of public hair. He slowly drew it down, following

the outside edge of the gusset. The gusset material tapered from

covering up my mound at the front, to a narrow ribbon that rested in

the crevice of my bottom. So with my legs stretched wide apart, as

his finger traced the edge of the costume, it rubbed the outer lip of

my pussy. Then as he touched the perimeter of my hole, the terror

suddenly turned into a rush of excitement. My hips gave an

instinctive jerk up and forwards, this forced his fingers inside my

costume, and it entered my pussy.

I gasped, “Oh god!”
He immediately pulled it out, and then he lifted it up towards Ted.
“Look at that, that’s what I call wet. Looks like my ends ready. How

are her nipples coming along?”
“That’s it; looks like you’ve found the magic button. These things

are rock hard now. Ok Sandi, let’s get the picture.”
With that he was lifting me with an arm around the back of my

shoulders. He sat me up in the centre of the settee, pushing the

cushions to support my back. I was sat in a reclining position, with

both feet planted on the floor about a couple of feet apart. I just

let him manoeuvre me without any resistance, in truth, I seemed only

semi-conscious.

“Ok lean forwards, and push your tits out. What’s wrong? Are you ok?

Do you want a drink or something?”
“I I’m alright, just give me a minute.”
”Well ok, but I need to get the shot before your nipples go soft

again.”
The last thing I wanted was to have them repeat this last episode, so

I mustered all my resolve, and leaned myself forward, and tried my

best to push my breasts out.
“Is that ok?”
“That's a good girl, just hold that a second.”
With that he started snapping away with his camera.
Ok Sandi, up you get, and I’ll take the back shot as you walk back to

the screen. Now you know what's involved, maybe we can get a move-on,

and they'll soon be done.”

I got unsteadily up to my feet, helped by Les, and I heard Ted

snapping away, as I walked the few paces to the screen. I was soon

changed, and walking back out. As I did, Ted was down at floor level

taking the front full length shots. I walked across to the chair,

placing my feet on the coins that still lay on the floor. I bent

forwards, and Ted snapped away from floor level as before.
“Ok Sandi, we’re on a roll now, but your nipples have eased off a

bit, so we’ll do the front facing gusset shot next. Just get on the

edge of the settee, and get your legs up onto the chairs again.”

I sat my bottom on the edge of the settee, and lay back, lifting my

feet onto the chairs that were still positioned either side. In came

Ted, camera clicking away, his lens almost touching my pussy. Then as

he backed away, I was just about to drop my legs.
“No, don’t move yet. I’ll just get Les to work the magic spot first.”
Before I could move or reply, Les was kneeling down in between my

thighs, and a milli-second later, his finger was running along first

one, then the other of my bulging pussy lips. This drove my pussy

wild, and like last time, when he ran his finger end alongside my

hole I gave an involuntary push. Now this was only one push, and the

amount I moved was only very small. But Les used this as an excuse to

push his finger into the side of the gusset, and up my hole at least

an inch.

“Oh god! No les. Please. Not inside the costume.”
I said as my hands darted down grabbing his wrist, and trying to pull

it from my gusset.
“It isn’t me. I’m only stroking you; it's you pushing yourself onto

me.”
He had got his finger pulled out by now, and Ted brushed my concerns

away with a simple.
“Come-on then Sandi, don't worry about that now. He’s got your

nipples perked up, so you can put your legs down, and give them tits

a good push forwards for me.”
It was as though nothing had happened; all he wanted was to get on

with the photos. I dropped my legs, and pushed forwards again.

Then as I was getting up to do the walk away shot, I asked.
“Does he have to get his fingers in so close to me? That’s twice he’s

had his fingers inside my costume.”
“I’m sorry luv, but it’s the only way we’ve found to get your nipples

worked up, rubbing your breasts didn’t work.”
I was now changing into the next costume, but I wasn’t looking

forward to Les with his wandering finger.
“Can't you try rubbing my nipples on the outside of the costume

again? Now they’ve already been worked up, maybe it might work now?”

“Ok when we get to that shot, Les can give it a try, but if it

doesn’t start responding quickly, I’m not wasting time, we'll have to

go with the spot we know works. Is that a deal?”
“Yes I guess so.”
In what seemed like no time at all, we’d done the first two poses,

and I was again sitting on the edge of the settee, and lifting my

legs for the close-up front gusset shot. This was soon accomplished,

about six quick clicks of the camera, some with his lens almost

touching my crotch. Once again, I was about to lower my feet to the

floor, but Ted stopped me.

“No keep your legs up, Les can kneel in between them, and reach up to

stroke your nipples. That way if they don’t respond, you’re in

position for him to work on your pussy.”
Like last time, Les was immediately on the floor, but now leaning up

my body, and his fingers rubbed around my nipples. He rubbed for

about thirty seconds.
“No reaction here.”
“Well Sandi. There’s one more thing we can try if you don’t want him

stroking your crotch.”
“What’s that?”

“He can suck on your nipples; maybe the warm wet feeling will excite

you?”
“Yes. I’ll try that. I’d rather have him sucking my nipples, than his

finger inside my gusset.”
“Ok just pull the shoulder straps down.”
”Shoulder straps? What you want the costume pulling down?”
“Of-course. We’re getting your nipples worked up so I can photograph

the costume. It would look silly if it had two big wet patches where

your nipples are.”
“Oh god, I never thought you’d want my top uncovered.”
“Well like I said, I’m not prepared to muck about, are you getting

your tits out, or shall I get Les to start back on your pussy?”

I reluctantly slid the shoulder straps off, and pulled the costume

down, exposing my breasts.
“Oh yes, that looks good enough to eat.”
“Well don’t just sit there looking at them, get stuck in and start

tucking in.”
Les didn’t need telling twice, he sucked first one then the other,

rapidly changing sides, his hands were massaging my breasts as his

mouth sucked, and now started nibbling. This was really getting me

going, and I felt my pussy starting to pulse. I thought ‘my nipples

must be hard by now’, but he was still nibbling from one to the

other.

“P please. God please.”
“What’s wrong?”
“S stop please.”
“How are they coming along?”
Les took his mouth from my nipple.
“They’re like fucking acorns, and I’m fucking sure I can taste milk.”
Then he immediately started sucking again.
“Come-on then Les, fairs fair. Help her to get the costume pulled

back up.”
Les removed his mouth again.
“Why? She isn’t in any position to stop me.”

“Cos I say so. Don’t go and blow it. Just let me do this my way. Be

patient.”
Les moved away, and sat sulking on one of the chairs at the end of

the settee. Ted put his camera down, and started to help me pull my

costume back up.
“Come-on Sandi, lets help you get straightened up. Tell you what. It

looks like we’re gona’ have to get you worked-up for every costume.

We’ll be at this lot all day, and you’ll be a nervous wreck. I’ll do

you a deal.”
Even though I was only slowly coming back to my senses, I’d

understood what he’d been saying.

“What kind of deal?”
“If you’ll model the three outfits you stole from my shop, then we’ll

call that a day.”
I processed the two alternatives through my head. The outfits I’d

stolen were all skimpy, one of them not just skimpy, but what

material was there, was see-through. But on the other hand, it was

only three. The costume rack must have had at least thirty hangers on

it. I’d tried to put it out of my mind, but I’d noticed, some of the

ones near the other end, were made of that thin stretchy material,

and I could tell they were also very revealing. And if I was going to

have Les alternating between fingering my pussy and sucking my tits

for every costume, then I guess the three panty/bra sets would be the

best option.

“Well Sandi, have you decided?”
“I’ll put one of the outfits on, providing I choose which one.”
“But you stole three.”
“Yes but you know how revealing they are, you selected them.”
“That’s right, I did. But I think I want to see you in all of them.”
“I’ll do two of them, but not the see-through one.”

“Ok we have a deal. Go and get into one of them, and bring the other

one back down with you.”
I was helped to my feet, and wobbled my way out of the room; my legs

were having a job to carry me. I put on the lacy set, and made my way

back down carrying the silk ones in my hand.
“Oh yes! That is something! Come-on in here and let us get a good

look.”
“Look at her tummy, god I can’t wait to smother her in kisses.”
“Steady-on Les. Don’t freak her. Come and sit down. And you might as

well get that mask off now; these pictures won’t be for public

display.”

I sat myself down, and as I was taking off the mask, Ted put his

hands behind my back, and I felt him loosen my bra.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“I assumed you’d prefer Les sucking your nipples to stroking your

pussy?”
“But surely you don’t need my bra right off?”
“Why not, we’ve seen your tits already?”
Well by now he had removed the bra in question, and thrown it across

to one of the other chairs. Ted eased me back into a reclining

position, as he said to Les.

“You sit at that end of the settee with your legs hanging over the

end. Then lean back and work on her tits. That’ll leave me a clear

view of her crotch.”
He was now lifting my ankles onto the chairs, thus spreading me wide

open. Les was now laid down on his side, facing me. His left arm was

under my right arm and wrapped around my back. The other one, was

over my left shoulder, and he pulled himself to me. His mouth was

suckling on each nipple in turn, sending my body wild in seconds.

“That’s great, keep her going. I’m getting some super shots of her

pussy as she writhes about.”
Yes he was right, I was squirming around, my body was on fire. Before

I knew what was happening, he was telling Les to stop.
“Oh yes. Her pussy’s pulsing open. You've definitely got her going

now, leave her tits, and come and look at this.”
Les was still laid on his side, but now he turned away from my face,

and had his head above my tummy, looking down at my crotch. He

reached one of his hands down, and placed a single finger end into

the valley at the top of my legs. As I felt it make contact, I let

out a gasp.

“Oh ah!”
But worse than that, I lifted my hips.
“You like that. Don’t you?”
“No please.”
“But you said I could stroke you anywhere, so long as I don’t go into

the costume?”
“P Please. I I’m b begging you.”
His finger end was once again stroking my pussy lips, and I had no

way of controlling my instinctive reactions.
“Begging eh? But begging what? I think she’s asking me to work her

pussy.”
With that he pushed his fingers into my eager pussy, and gave me a

quick frigging. I didn’t speak; I put my hands down onto the back of

his head to push him away. But all I succeeded in doing was to push

his face into my pussy as I heaved my hips up high. Well even though

I would have said stop if I could have got my words out, my body was

so in need of sex, and it didn’t appear to matter who with.

“That’s good, start working her clit.”
Les must now be using both hands, as I could feel my gusset was being

pulled to one side, and my clit was being stroked, sending me even

more crazy. Then as I once again heaved myself high, I felt his wet

tongue, as his mouth locked itself to my crotch.

“If I stop Les working you up, and I’ll let you get up from that

embarrassing position. Will you do something for me?”
“W What?”
While this talking was going on, Les hadn’t stopped; I was now

heaving my hips in an uncontrolled manner, and I couldn’t stop

myself. Les was sucking at my clit, his tongue manipulating it to

perfection. His fingers were working away up inside my pussy, and I

hadn’t got the will to fight him.
“Will you hold his dick for him?”
“Oh My God no! Are you serious?”

“Ok, it’s up to you. I just thought that maybe you’d rather hold his

dick, instead of him fucking you. Cos the way you’re humping, we both

know you’ll soon be too far gone to stop him.”
“Please, tell him to stop for just a minute, I can’t think straight.”
“Ok Les. Just give her a minute. While she’s thinking, we can try the

last pair of panties on.”

Les stopped, and climbed off the settee. I lay there legs still wide

open, and still heaving my hips. Ted took hold of an ankle and

lowered it to the floor. Les copied him lowering the other one. They

brought my legs together, and I thought they were about to help me to

my feet. I was about to ask for another minute, I didn’t think I

could stand up yet.

Then as Ted leaned towards me, his hands went under my back at waist

height, and he lifted my weight from the settee.
“Slip her knickers off.”
“W what are you doing?”
“We’re just changing the panties.”
“No please.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re in no state to get up yet. Anyway your legs

are closed, so we can’t even see as much as we could before.”
Well by now, the knickers had gone, but instead of putting the next

pair on, I was lowered back down.

“What about the next pair of panties?”
“Don’t worry about them yet, let’s just get you sat up. You can keep

your knees together if you’re worried.”
They helped me to sit up, moving the cushions out of the way. I held

my knees tight-together like a little girl waiting in the queue for

the school doctor to give her the first puberty check-up.
“We can put these last panties on, but the gusset is so narrow, it'll

just move to one side as soon as we start playing with your pussy,

like the last ones did. Ok Sandi; have you made your mind up? Are we

going to take some pictures of this last pair of panties, or will you

hold his dick?”

“I I don’t know.”
“It’s time to choose little girl. Come-on it’s not much to ask, you

said you wanted to make it up to Les.”
I considered my options, and thought holding his dick is gona be less

dangerous than getting them skimpy knickers on, and les working on my

pussy again.
“Ok, I’ll hold his dick. But I want the panties to put on.”
“Don’t be awkward Sandra. Just keep your legs tight together. Now do

we have a deal?”
“Ok. Tell him to get it out.”

“Don’t be silly, we need to do this properly.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ok Les, stand up. And you Sandi, I want you to strip him naked.”
“Oh no. You only said I had to hold him.”
“Don’t argue, just get him naked, and it'll soon be over for you. But

start playing awkward and I could start getting nasty.”
His tone of voice carried a threat, and I didn’t think I ought to

find out what he meant by ‘getting nasty’. I got to my feet, but as

my legs were still wobbly, I only managed this with his helping hands

on my naked waist. Then stood naked in front of Les, I started

unbuttoning his shirt. He’d removed his own shoes and socks, and soon

I was removing the last item of his clothes. My fingers were in the

waist-band of his underpants, and as I slid them down his big dick

was stood there to attention.

“Good girl. Ok now me.”
“I only agreed to hold Les.”
“Ok. So Les won’t report you to the police. But I don’t see why I

shouldn’t.”
“But we only agreed, I’d hold Les. You never said anything about

holding you.”
“Well I have now, so either get me stripped off, or I’m out of here,

and you’re in deep shit.”
What choice had I? I turned to Ted, and started to strip him. All the

time, I had Les’s hands stroking all around my body. By the time Ted

was naked, my pussy was throbbing. This was as much a reaction to me

stripping two strangers, as it was to Les stroking my breasts and

inner thigh.

Come-on Les, we’ll sit down, and Sandi my love, you can get on your

knees on the floor. They both sat on the settee, and I got onto my

knees. Although getting on my knees could be considered demeaning, at

least my body, or more important, my pussy was out of their reach.

Les parted his legs slightly, and his big hard dick was standing up.

I took hold, and was about to reach over to Ted.
“Its ok Sandi, I can wait my turn. You just concentrate on one dick

at a time.”
I was holding it, and cupping his balls with the other hand.
“Come-on Sandi, I’m sure you can do better than that.”
“What do you mean?”

“Well you aren’t gona’ milk his spunk just sitting there nursing it.”
“But that’s what I agreed to. I said I’d hold it.”
“Don’t be so naive, you knew I meant you had to wank him.”
But in truth, I stupidly didn’t, I thought he’d meant just hold it.
“I I thought you only wanted it holding, honest.”
“Well now you know different, so come-on. Lets see you get his spunk

rising.”
“But I never agreed to.”
He cut me short.
“So you’d rather we go and call the police, or maybe just develop

some of the pictures we’ve already taken, and post them to your

husband?”

“No please.”
“Well get on with it then. Come on, try licking it.”
I reluctantly put my mouth down, and ran my tongue across the top of

it. It shook its head, as it stiffened even harder. I’d been licking

around the end for only a few seconds.
“Sandra my dear, are you trying to get me annoyed?”
“No. I’m licking him like you told me to.”
“Don’t play the school girl. Get yourself down on that dick, and get

him to spunk, otherwise you’ll regret it.”

I opened my mouth, and put my lips over his bell-end. Then I felt his

hands on the back of my head, and he forced me down onto his shaft.

Next second he was holding me either side of my head, lifting me up

and down, easing it in and out. I saw Ted to one side of me, and he

was clicking away taking pictures. After a minute or two, he

disappeared from view, and I felt his hands on my nipples. As his

hands cupped my pendant breasts, his mouth sucked one of my nipples.

Les rammed me onto is dick, forcing it into my throat.
“Fucking hell! She’s fucking swallowing my dick. Oh fucking yes!

She’s fucking hot.”
Then as my hips started jerking, with a thrusting action. I felt what

must have been Ted’s fingers rubbing my clit. This only made me

thrust all the harder, and his fingers found my pussy. So I was deep

throating Les, while Ted sucked from nipple to nipple, and he now had

two fingers ramming my pussy. Then Les jerked his spunk into my

throat, pumping once, twice. In all I counted eight deliveries. Then

his jerking stopped, and he lifted my head from his shaft.

Ted now got back to the settee, and beckoned me to him. I obediently

took my mouth to his dick, and pushed myself onto his shaft. Now it

was Ted ramming my head up and down, but before many seconds, Les had

got his hands on my hips! I feared the worst, and as his feet edged

my kneeling legs apart, I got ready to take his dick. But to my

surprise, I felt his tongue, lapping around my bottom, and into my

pussy. My body reacted by ramming back onto him. We were in this

position for a few minutes, before I felt the telltale signs of my

impending orgasm. As I felt Ted shooting his cum into my throat, my

pussy erupted like a volcano, squirting sticky cum into Les’s face.

I’ve never squirted in my life before, and this orgasm left me on my

back, writhing about on the floor, legs wide open. This went on for

some minutes, with my two instigators looking on, Ted also snapping

away with his camera.

“Well my dear. You’ve certainly come out of your shell now.”
Said Ted when I eventually calmed down.
“Come on let me help you up.”
Ted helped me to get myself to the settee and sit down, still

of-course naked.
“Do you feel ok?”
“Yes. I just feel so embarrassed.”
“I don’t know why. Your performance was exceptional.”
“Can I get dressed now?”
“Course you can. If I was you, I’d nip up and have a quick shower,

while Les and I put this gear away.

I did as he’d suggested, and now I was walking back downstairs,

showered and fully dressed.
“Ah here she is, our little super star. How’s that feel now?”
“Better thanks.”
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy that little session?”
What can you say to that? They’d got me so hot, I’d orgasmed like

never before, but I could hardly tell them that.
“It was alright.”
“ALRIGHT! Jesus girl, if that was just alright, I’d love to be

involved with you when you have a good time. Now come-on Sandi, tell

the truth. Surely coming like that isn’t an every day occurrence?”
“Well no. but.”
“But nothing. Tell the truth, you really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Ok. I did, but I feel so ashamed now.”

“Ashamed of what?”
“What I just let you two men do with me.”
“But we all enjoyed it. You were outstanding. And nobody got hurt. So

why feel ashamed?”
“I’m married, and three hours ago, I hadn’t even met either of you.”
“Look Sandra, if you want to feel ashamed, think of what got you into

this mess. You were the one who drove her car without any tax, MOT or

insurance. Then you stole goods from my shop. Then you destroyed this

mans lovely new car, it was less than six months old. A forty grand

motor car! Now that is something you should feel ashamed about. But

what you just did with us; was nothing, just harmless fun. As for

being married, your husband never needs to know, so it won’t hurt

him. But if you hadn’t given Les his blow job, then your husband

would be really hurt, he’d be paying for the rest of his working

days, to cover the cost of that car. So in my book, all you’re doing

is trying to make things easier for your old man.”

“I guess what you say is right, but I still feel like I’m cheating on

him.”
“Well let’s just assess your situation. You stole from me. Would you

agree, it was about £350 worth of gear you stole?”
“Yes. About that.”
“And we already know you’ve written-off Les’s car, and that’s at

least forty grand.”
“I know. But it’s done now, and I can’t undo it. All I can say is

sorry.”
“But that’s not true, you can do more than just say sorry. You’ve

already shown Les you can do him little favours to make amends.”
“Well yes, but I don’t want to do that again.”
“Oh I see. One blow job, and you think the slate is wiped clean. He

could get a high class pro to give him a blow job for £50, and you

think that makes up for forty grand’s worth of damage?”

“What do you mean?”
“Surely you didn’t think Les would be satisfied with just a quick

blow job? And that he’d walk away singing and dancing?”
“But that was what you asked me to do.”
“Yes, and like I’ve already said, you did a good job. But you must

know it will take more than that to settle this debt?”
“So you want me to do something else for Les?”
“Too right! And not just Les, I think you owe me more than a blow

job.”
I knew the next step was to let them fuck me, and in truth, his

reasoning was right, I had only sucked their dicks. And although he

reckoned this was only worth £50, to me, I felt like I’d earned the

full forty grand already.

“Ok. What do you want me to do to pay my dues?”
“Like I said to you before, you’re not a school girl. You know what

we want.”
“Ok, if I let you, then that’s it? My debt is paid?”
“You’re as bad as Les. A little patience would go along way. Why

don’t you just take one step at a time?”
“What? Even if I let you fuck me, you’d want more?”
“Did I say that?”
“No but.”
“But nothing. Lets just see how good you are in bed, then we’ll see

if you’re all paid-up?”
“So if I do good, and please you both, you’ll be satisfied?”
“We’re getting nowhere again. It’s quite simple. Are you going to

fuck or not?”

I turned around and walked to the door.
“I assume you want me in my bedroom?”
“Yes, you lead the way. Come-on Les, looks like the little lady’s

ready to do the business.”
So as I climbed the stairs, I had two strangers following me, and I

knew I had to fuck both of them.
Now in the bedroom, I turned and saw Ted had swapped his camera with

the big lens, and now had a large video camera, with a built-in frame

that carried two big lights.

“Hey! Come-on! That’s not fair.”
“What do you mean fair?”
“Look I’m letting you both go to bed with me. Please don’t film it as

well.”
“When will you grow up? You’re up here to be fucked, and the least

you can do is let us have something to remember you by. Tomorrow,

this will all just be a memory. Ships that passed in the night. But

with this, we can re-live it. Now get yourself stripped off, Les is

ready to go.”
He was right; Les was stripped and lying back in the middle of my

bed, a semi-hard dick in his hand.
As I started stripping, I felt the heat as the big flood lights shone

on my back, and then as they got ever brighter, they lit-up the whole

room. I did my best to ignore the watching eye of his camera, and I

was soon stripped naked. I climbed onto the bed, and got my mouth

onto Les’s dick. He reached to my hips, pulling me around to the

sixty-nine position. In no time he was hard, and trusting at my

windpipe. Whereas I was heaving my hips, which rubbed his tongue the

full length of my slit.

“Come-on Sandi, get yourself onto my dick.”
His hands were now manoeuvring me around, and I was soon astride his

hips lowering myself onto him. I was dripping wet, and it just slid

up effortlessly, until my crotch met his brush. I leaned forwards,

and he took one of my nipples into his mouth. So here I was humping

for all I was worth, with Ted filming every detail of the action.

When Les spoke up.
“Ok. Hold up a minute.”
I stopped my heaving.
“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just want you on your back.”
So he wanted a change of position, no problem, I got up, and as he

moved away, I lay back in the middle of the bed. He took hold of my

ankles, spread them wide and Ted brought his camera in for a

close-up. Then he lifted my ankles up towards my shoulders.
“Here, take hold of these. Keep them way up high.”
I took hold, and he pushed his dick back up my pussy. Holding my legs

like this, I was not able to do the fucking, and I’d expected him to

get right back into a thrusting action.

But instead, after his slow push up my pussy, he pulled it back out.

Then he was rubbing his bell-end up and down my slit. Caressing my

clit at one end, then going down as far as my bottom at the other and

circling it around my hole. This produced three separate hot spots,

each one sent a different type of shudder through my body. But all

three made my hips instinctively thrust upwards. He’d been doing this

for some seconds now, and my thrusts were getting more violent, as

though I was impatient to get his dick back inside me. Every time I

thrust while he circled my clit, it sent the dick towards my pussy.

Every time I thrust as he circled my pussy, it entered. So I guess it

makes sense, that every time I thrust while he circled around my

bottom, the end pushed its way inside.

Now as he’d been instantly pulling it back out, I had just accepted

this as an arousal technique. And in truth, the invasion of my bottom

was arousing me as much as either of the other two areas. So as my

thrust got more violent, his penetrations got deeper. Then on one of

his penetrations into my bottom, instead of pulling back out, he

thrust deep. His wet dick slid right up, and he rammed hard and fast.

I first instinctively let go of my legs, and was about to protest.

But as he lay his weight down on top of me, and pumped hard and long,

I just wrapped my arms around him, and let him take his pleasure. He

had only been fucking my arse for about a minute, when he again

stopped.

“Ok girl, up you get.”
He’d pulled out, and sat himself up towards the edge of the bed. I

got up, and he lay back down, on his back where I’d been lying. I

started to get down to mount him again, but he took hold of my hips,

and started to manoeuvre me around.
“Not that way. I want you facing upwards. That’s it; now lower

yourself back down onto my dick. No no. Up your arse. That’s it. Oh

yes! That feels fucking tight.”
So here I was lowering my arse onto his dick, while Ted watched and

filmed in close-up detail every move I made.

Now I was fully impaled onto his shaft, Ted moved to the side of the

bed, put his camera onto a tripod, and after messing with its

position, he started stripping off. Les wasn’t fucking me, he just

held me still, dick stuck up my bottom. Ted approached the bed,

climbed up, and pushed his dick at my pussy. After a couple of false

attempts, the end found my tunnel, and up he went. Then they both

began pumping their dicks. They were going at different speeds, so

sometimes they’d be going up at the same time, and then they'd be out

of phase. One pushing in, as the other was pulling out. I’d never had

a double fucking before, but this has got to be the experience to

surpass all others.

My orgasm was wonderful, and they both shot their spunk up the hole

they were in. But as soon as I’d started to calm down, they were

positioning me for another fuck, this time swapping ends, and with me

facing downwards. This also ended with all three of us climaxing

within seconds of each other. But this time, as I lay there still in

the afterglow writhing about, Ted was in there with his camera,

filming my every move.
“Here hold this.”
Les passed me a small picture frame. I took it without thinking; my

mind was still floating in the clouds. Then I could feel he was

running his finger up the valley of my open crotch, and he brought it

up and ran it across the picture in the frame I was holding. He

repeated this action several times. Then he left me alone, lying

there, picture frame lying across my navel. Gradually I came back to

my senses, and as I sat myself up, I was conscious of the picture

frame. To my horror it was the one from my dressing table, my wedding

photo! Me in my white gown, Harry stood at my side in his posh suit.

Les had run long streaks of spunk and other bodily fluids all over

the picture of me. And of-course, Ted had been filming the whole

thing. In an instant, I hated them both.

“Fuck-off you bastards! Go on! Fuck-off out of my house! You’ve had

what you wanted. Now just go and leave me alone. Sob sob sob.”
I threw my face into my hands, and burst into tears.
“Wow. She’s got a temper. Do you think we did something to upset

her?”
“Well all I can think of, is that we stopped fucking her. She

certainly seemed happy enough while we were spit roasting her. Maybe

we’d better get her back onto our dicks.”
I felt someone’s hands touch my hip, and I turn violently around, and

lashed out with my fist.
“Leave me alone you bastard!”
But as my fist neared Les, as it had been his hand touching me. He

just caught my wrist, and lifted me up towards his chest. His other

arm going under my other armpit, and he pulled my body up forcing my

tit into his face. He held me there, while I kicked, struggled, and

screamed at him.
“What about your neighbours my dear? If they start showing an

interest, I’ll have to go down and show them this video I’ve just

taken.”
I stopped screaming, and as I now realised my fighting was pointless,

I also lay limp in his arms.

“Ok Sandi, have you stopped being silly?”
I didn’t reply, but the look I gave Ted, he knew they'd beaten me.
“Sniff.”
“Ok Les, put her down now.”
Les lowered me back onto the bed, and I lay there curled up, still

sniffing.
“Come-on it’s not that bad, you like being fucked.”
“Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“It’s bad enough you making me do these things, but why do you have

to humiliate me when I’ve done what you wanted?”
“It’s for your own good.”
”And how the fuck do you make that out?”
“Well I’d hope by now, that you’d be intelligent enough to have

learnt, that when we ask you to do something, that you'd do it

instantly without question. Because one way or another what ever we

ask you to do, we’ll make sure it happens. So be a good girl, and if

I say jump, all you ask is how high. Got it?”

Now I hated to submit, but I knew he was right, this was the easiest

way for me.
“Yes Ted.”
“Ok. Now you know your position in life, we’ll take you out, and let

you prove yourself.”
“What do you mean? Out where? To do what?”
“That’s ok; you can ask what, and where, so long as you don’t ask

why. Well what I have in mind, is taking you out to the slip road by

the motorway. There’s always trucks parked up there, day or night. I

want you to try selling yourself to a truck driver, just a nominal

£20 for a fuck will do.”
“Oh God no! Please don’t make me!”
“Do you realise just how deep the shit is around you? Your in trouble

with the police, you and or your husband could go to jail for the

amount of debt your in. And then there is the pictures and video that

I’ve got of you. I could show them your family, or sell them on the

internet. Do you really want to piss-me-off?”
“Ok I’ll do it.”
“I thought you would.”

Just then I heard the front door.
“Who the fucks that?”
“I don’t know. Hey you Sandi, come-on. Get that fucking arse of yours

over here and see if its one of your neighbours you’ve woke-up with

your fucking screaming.”
I knew the neighbours both sides were out at work, but I went to the

window, and looked down to the front door. Being a bay window, I

could easily see who was at the door.
“Oh. It’s the postman. He left his pen hear when he delivered a

parcel. I bet he’s come to collect it.”
“Ok. He’ll do,” said Ted.
“He’ll do what?” I asked.

“I’ll answer the door; you get cleaned up as quickly as you can. Then

get dressed, and I want you downstairs as soon as possible. You can

fuck the postman instead, that’ll save us going out, and I’ll be able

to video it.”
With that they were gone, and I heard the front door open. There was

some conversation, between Les the postman and Ted, but I couldn’t

make out what was said. I heard the door shut, and could still hear

their voices coming from my back room down stairs.

Well by now I was cleaned up in a rough and ready way, and

re-dressed. So I guessed I’d better go down and fuck the postman. I

could see no other alternative.
“Are, there you are my dear. I was just telling our postman here,

about what you were just telling me and your brother.”
I hadn’t any idea what he was going on about, so I played along as

best I could.
“Oh yes, and what does he think?”
“Well he hasn’t said, but I get the feeling he thinks you’re a bit of

a slut.”
“Err. Hang-on sir. I never said that.”
“No but you must admit. That when I told you my wife has been having

wet dreams about you. And that she’d asked me if I’d let her fuck you

for her anniversary present, you did look shocked.”

“Well yes sir. You’re right; it did take me aback a bit. But I never

said she was a slut.”
“That’s as maybe; he’s agreed to fuck you. And I’ve agreed to let

him, providing I can film it. I don’t think he was to keen to start

with, but the thought of your sweet little pussy won him over. So my

dear. I’ll take some still shot, your brother can shoot the video. So

when you’re ready.”
“How do you want me to do it?”
“It's you that wants the postman to fuck you. You tell him how you

want it done. Oh it's ok, don’t be shy, I’ve already told him you

like being fucked up the bum.”

So I had to engineer my own fucking!
“Well maybe he could deliver the parcel again, and I could ask him to

carry it in for me? Then maybe he could force me onto the settee?”
“Sorry. I couldn’t let anyone film me doing anything like that.

Someone might think I was raping you.”
“Ok. Well if you carry the parcel in, and I start rubbing your dick

through your trousers as you’re walking? Then you could get me on the

settee?”
“That sounds ok. I’ll do that with you.”
“That’s settled then, my horny wife is going to molest the postman,

and then he'll make his delivery up her pussy.”

Well everything was prepared, the postman took his parcel back

outside, and Les and Ted had their camera’s in hand. The door bell

rang, and I walked down the hall to answer it. As I opened the door,

the post man handed me the parcel.
“Oh, that looks heavy. Could you be a darling, and carry it through

for me?”
“Of-course my dear.”
In he came, carrying the parcel. As he passed me and was making his

way along the hall; I pressed myself up close behind him. Then I

wrapped both hands around his waist, and took hold of his dick and

balls. Well from now on I don’t think he was acting!

His dick stiffened in my hand, and as soon as we entered the back

room, he slung the parcel into on of the arm chairs. Then quick as a

flash, span around, and took hold of me. In seconds he’d pushed me

back onto my settee, and his hands were up under my skirt, pulling my

panties down. A quick fumble with his belt and zipper, and he was

ramming his dick up my pussy. This was no loving embrace, and there

was no time for any kind of fore-play. Indeed, if I hadn’t just been

fucked, and still had a wet pussy, he’d have torn my insides out! His

total fuck lasted no more than three minutes, and it did absolutely

nothing for me. But he shot his spunk up my pussy, and collapsed in a

sweaty heap pinning me to the settee.

“Bravo! Well my man, what did you think of her?”
The post man picked himself up, and sat on one of the dining chairs

that were still near the end of the settee.
“She's fucking awesome. I’ve had dreams about fucking her for weeks.”
“So now your dream has come true. How would you like to join us in a

three-some?”
“Three-some? What do you mean?”

“Well I guess it’s actually four. But there will be three of us

fucking her at the same time.”
“Jesus! Are you serious? You mean fucking her arse, pussy and throat,

all at once?”
“You’ve got it. Are you game?”
“Well what about your wife? Will she go for that?”
“I let her have you as her anniversary present. So this will be mine.

You don’t mind do you my dear?”
I knew I had no choice, so I kept up the pretence.
“What ever you want my stud.”
“See I told you. She's a real whore. If I told her to fuck the dog,

she’d just get on the floor, but if I’d asked her to wash the dishes,

she’d make any excuse. But I wouldn’t swap her.”

“Ok let’s go up to the bedroom, we can be more comfortable there.”
With that we all trooped up the stairs, and once in the bedroom, we

started stripping. I can’t go into detail about this session, as

within second of them starting on me, I’d just let my inhibitions go.

They fucked me in every position, in every hole, and shot spunk

everywhere. We were up there an hour and a half, and even then it was

only the postman worrying about getting his van back to the depot,

that brought the session to an end.

Once he’d gone, Les and Ted put all their gear in there car, and with

a brief. “Well my dear, that was very nice for a first meeting. I’ll

give you a call tomorrow, and we can arrange another time.”
Before I had time to reply, they were walking to their car, and were

gone. Well all I could do was get myself and the house cleaned-up,

then rush around to my moms to collect baby before my husband arrived

back from work.

My husband was none the wiser about the day’s events, and now lying

here in bed, all I had to worry about was Ted’s phone call tomorrow.

Well I guess that’s another story.

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A quiet night

beachlover28 on Forced Stories

Everyone was sleeping quietly, at least it appeared to be that way. Natalia was on the couch, Afshien was right across from her, with Nicole on the bed with Alex. Alex stirred, he had become awakened by some unknown source. As he wakened, he noticed Nicole sleeping very soundly next to him in her loose pajamas. He considered to himself a moment before doing anything. He pulled the covers down slowly, as not to wake her, and got out of bed himself. His hands wavered over her sleeping form, quivering as they stayed there. He very lightly traced his hand along her body, then slowly reached to the waistline on her pants. He worked quickly to undo the tie that kept them snug over her hips. Then he pulled the pants off slowly, so she wouldn’t notice. The pajama’s loose fit worked t
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o his advantage, and they came off without issue. Her legs were bare and shaven, like the Japanese idols she worshiped in her anime books. His fingers ran up her white cotton panties, along her smooth ass until they reached the waistband. Alex pinched the edges of the waistband just enough so the elastic left a small gap around her form, sliding his fingers in, he slid them down her long, slender legs, then placed them next to the pants on the floor. He stopped for a minute to admire Nicole, her white skin and pink ass looked so innocent in the darkened light. Then he continued his work on her top, presently ignoring her still crossed legs. He began unbuttoning her top, and she stirred. He froze in place, not sure if she was awake or not, but in the cold air without the blanket, she only curled up tighter, drawing a deep breath before laying silent. He finished unbuttoning her top, and pealed it open to show her bra underneath. Reaching up her back, Alex undid the bra, and contemplated on how he was going to get it off. Decided, he risked pulling both bra and shirt up over her head, then slid them down her arms. She began to wake up, moving quickly, but not recklessly, he tossed them both into the pile and got back into bed, pulling the covers up over both of them. His hands reached out and began gently caressing her stomach and breast. Her eyes opened, then widened with surprise and fear, adrenaline gripped her, and she thrust his hands away. Alex stroked the crown of her head, drawing more surprise, she called out, “What are you doing Dom, why am I naked?” He paused a moment before replying that it was her fault she was naked and that he was simply taking advantage of the situation. She sat up and drew the covers close to her, scared, and unsure what to do. “Don’t want to wake the others up.” He said softly, echoing her thoughts. His hand slowly moved up the inseam of her leg, towards her naked body. Before she could push it away, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his tongue playing across her mouth, her surprise was clearly evident. As they parted her hands remained holding the blanket, and she trembled. She whispered in a pleading tone to him, “Please don’t Alex.” He answered soothingly, “Hush, I won’t do anything.” He began to stroke her hair again, and she started to relax, she laid back down again, the small touches of affection soothing her. He crawled under the covers and stopped between her legs, unable to see anything without the lights on. He felt his way around, gently spreading her legs and placing them on his shoulders, he laid down, his warm breath on her pussy, Nicole’s legs trembled as he ran his hands up them, stopping right before they reached her slit. He leaned over, and his tongue played across the lips of pussy before he starting licking the top part of it. A hand gently grasped his hair as Nicole pulled him closer to her, the moist tongue brought a warmth to her body that seemed to originate between her legs. Her breath swallowed and her body writhed. Alex stopped for a second and brought one of his hands from her tummy to rest palm down on her vagina. The middle finger traced her slit before the hand was turned palm up, and the finger inserted into Nicole’s moist pussy. Her back arced upward as it slid in and out at a faster pace, Alex resumed licking her clit. Nicole’s body was moist with sweat, her legs crossed around his head and brought him closer, small whimpers escaped from Nicole as the warm feeling continued to grow. Finally, her hips rose in a final grasp of the tongue, and she brought her hand to her mouth, stifling a muffled outcry of pleasure.

Finola

kyooko on Forced Stories

She can’t remember how it started, or when it ended, or had it even ended? How did it started, she can’t remember. Too many images keep rushing into her mind, like several television screen running in her mind at the same time.

Walking, she remembered walking. To where? Too hard, it is too hard to think. All she know was she was walking along a quiet street, crossing a dark alley when she felt an arm snaked around her neck, and she was being yanked backwards.

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" style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: tahoma">She tried to scream but a hand clamped right down over her mouth and nose, pressing so hard she could barely breathe. She felt herself being dragged, her heel came off and her briefcase slipped from her grasp. She tried to claw her attacker’s arms, and kick his shin, but she was caught by surprise, and before she knew it, a door close in front of her.

By then, bright stars were popping in front of her eyes, her lungs screamed for air. Suddenly she found herself flying, and run into something hard, before collapsing in a heap by the wall. While she gasped desperately for air, and tried to clear her head, she heard the door clank close, and the sound of a padlock falling into place. The room was so dark she barely distinguish the details of the room. She coughed and hacked, trying to get more air into her lungs, while also trying to get her bearing and figure out what happened.

Before she even caught her breath, she felt the silhouette of her attacker loomed over her prone body, and she heard the sound of fabric tearing. Panicked, she realised it was her blouse that was being shredded from her shoulders. Screaming, she pushed herself to her back, and blindly kick him. Apparently, she got her in him in the shin, because she felt the hands slipped and the man tumbled forward and fell heavily on her. She punched forward where she thought the head was and hit something soft, and a deep “oomph” coming from him.

“Help!” she screamed, knowing full well that, this was a dead alley along a dead street in the dead of the night.

She pushed his heavy body off and groped blindly for the door. Disorientated, she slammed into the opposite wall, and fell backwards. She tried to get up, but suddenly felt someone yanked her long hair backwards, and she screamed.

“Kick me, huh, you slut!” a low menacing voice growled.

He grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the wall, on her tiptoes. His arm drew back to deliver slaps after slaps on her face, while she squirmed, clawing at his arm and kicking spasmodically. Slap after slap, her head spun, and she felt herself almost blacking out. She went limp in his grip.

Releasing her, she crumpled weakly onto the floor and lay gasping feebly. She tried to scream but only a croak came out from her. Pabla calmly dragged her from the wall to the centre of the room, and turned her face-up. He proceeded to finish what he had started, tearing off her once white blouse.

“Noo… help… ” she whimpered weakly, shaking her head and flailed her arms unconvincingly.

But she felt his sharp nails digging into her as he shredded her blouse, exposing her bra. She tried to push him away but she was still dazed by her recent beating. He began slashing on her skirt, tearing it open from the hem up to her waist. when she felt her skirt being torn open, she sobbed faintly, and tried to kick her attacker again, who had snaked between her thighs.

She felt his rough hand ran up her thighs and towards her private area, and a deep angry grew within her. Despite her weakened state, she suddenly sat up and delivered a solid punch toward his head. His head cracked back in surprise, and he fell backwards, howling in pain.

“Why? Do you like to rape women so much? You fucking son-of-a-bitch! Why? Can’t get a woman yourself? You pencil dick!” she screamed hoarsely, punching hard on his face.

She felt him go limp in her hands, and she finally stopped, and dropped to her knees, weeping after the adrenaline rush. She tried to gather what was left with her clothing, and fumbled for the direction of the door. In the darkness of the room, she found the door and realised the door was padlocked with a large Yale lock. She tugged hopelessly at the lock but it would not yield.

“Looking for this?” she heard a voice snarled behind her. She spun around to see a silver of light reflecting off a key. A key held in the hand of her attacker, who was struggling to his feet.

She cowered backwards, and begged.

“Noo… Please…. “ she pled, as Pabla advanced towards her, quietly, yet threateningly.

“Pencil dick?” he enquired, conversationally, as he walked closer and closer to her. With a suddenly swipe he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him, “why don’t you find out for yourself?”

She yelped as he punched her right in the stomach, and tossed her onto the floor again. There she heard the chilling sound of metal zippers being pulled down. She cowered and tried to crawl away, but Pabla pounced right on her and pushed her to her back.

She thrashed about violently, as he pinned her chest down with his knee and grabbed her right wrist. She tried to wrench her wrist out of his grip but he was too strong. He thumped his knee roughly on her chest, making her grimace in pain.

“Here, here’s my ‘pencil dick’!” he bellowed, forcing her hand to palm his erected 12-inch penis. He made her grip his warm thick member and ran her hand up and down the swollen organ. With his free hand, he reached down, seized her panty and wrenched the cloth right off her. He stuffed the shredded panties into her mouth, pushing them deep, and then slapped her tightly on her face. Even in the dark, she could see the manic smile in his eyes, as he raised his free right index finger in the air. 

“By the time we are through, you will be screaming for me to fuck you, you whore!” he shouted, and with a strong shove, he rammed his index finger deep into her vagina.

She threw back her head and shrieked in pain. She thrashed weakly about as Pabla thrust his finger vehemently, repeatedly deeper into her, before finally drawing it out. Still kneeing on her chest, he carefully sniffed at his index finger and unhurriedly licked the blood and cum off his finger.

“Noo… Please… noo… “ she begged piteously, her words muffled by the panty in her mouth. She struggled to push him off her chest, her knees buckling with pain and fear. she felt him heave off her, but also felt her bra being pulled down.

“Noo… please… noo…. “ she bleated feebly, as she felt her breasts popped free from her C-cup bra cups. She tried to shrink away, but carried on pawing her breasts and forced his way between her thighs. When she tried to cover her breasts with her arms, he viciously punched her on her shoulders, rendering her arms useless temporarily.

She whimpered pathetically, squirming her body and kicking her legs as she tried to escape from his clutches, but he carried on pawing at her ample breasts, kneading them brusquely. He then leaned heavily on her and put his mouth over her nipple and slurped them voraciously, while she snivelled distressingly, large streaks of tears ran down her face.

When one of his arms push past her face, she grabbed it and bit fiercely down. She heard a loud yell, but she refused to let go. She held on like a dog onto his forearm, as he screamed and shook his arm in effort to shake off her bite. Only until he gave her a violent blow to her head did she released her grip. She tasted blood on her lips, but she didn’t know if it was from him or herself.

He retreated to a corner and inspected his injury. There was an angry puncture mark, complete with teeth imprints anchored on his arm. Blood seeped between the wound, and this only made Pabla angrier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fucking whore! How dare you bit me! What are you, a fucking DOG?” he bellowed and screeched angrily as he stepped wrathfully towards the cowering shape on the floor.

He walked till he was towering over her, his pants still hanging by his hips, then drew back his foot and kicked her venomously with his steel-toed boots. She yelped pathetically, and tried to crawl away, but he repeatedly kicked and stomped on her legs and thighs. Finally, he stopped, panting with exertion. At his feet was a whimpering mass, barely conscious.

He dragged her vulgarly across the room to the centre of the room, and tossed her onto her back. She lay limply on her back, her face streaked with tears, her body covered with bruises. He crouched over her and pawed her voluptuous breasts again. He massaged them roughly, then groaned huskily as his dick swelled to colossal proportions.

“Such big tits, slut! They are just right for fucking! What do you intend to do with them, keep them till they drop? You whore! Tits are like cunt, they are there for men to fuck!”

He grabbed her limp wrists and cupped them around his dick, and forced her to stroke his swollen member. He piston her hands up and down his dick, while his free hand massaged her breasts. Then he put his dick between her breasts and breast fuck her.

Seeing how unresponsive she was, he sat down on the ground and drag her on his lap. He stuck his dick between her ass cracks, and pull her close to him. He felt her shuddered when she felt her dick between her butt, but he put his arms around her chest and cupped her breasts with one hand, his other snaked to between her thighs and to her pubic place.

She felt his hands violate her again, and tried to squirm away from his lap, but, she was badly injured and greatly weakened. She felt his hand roamed into her private place, and began playing with her clitoris, his dick rubbing up and down her butt crack. She writhed from his touch, and clawed frantically at his thighs, but his coarse thick fingers fingered her clit brusquely.

Weakened, and injured, her mind was too confused for her to control herself, and soon, his finger began to fill traces of wetness. He raised a sodden finger, smelt it, then smeared her own juices across her weeping face. With her panty still in her mouth, she sobbed and pled, her head shaking from side to side.

Unable to keep himself any further, he threw her right off his lap onto the floor, then mounted her, prying open her thighs.

“I can’t get a woman?” he sneered as he pushed his way between her thighs, she whimpered and tried to back away.

“I can’t get a woman?” he sneered again, pushing his dickhead right against her cunt, she begged and pleaded pitifully, flinching in terror at his dick’s touch.

“Watch me!” he screeched, as he shoved brutally forward and plunged deeply into her vagina. She wailed piteously in pain and shame as the man entered her.

He propelled vigorously forward until he felt his dick rammed against her cervix, and yet he still forced his way in. She whimpered pathetically with every thrust of her rapist, he finally managed to stuff all 12-inches of his penis into her. He began humping her for all he can.

“I can’t get a woman, huh? You slut! Look who I am fucking! Fucking whore, I’ll fuck you like a whore! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he yelled as he pulled his dick almost all out then piston deeply back into her.

Her body shuddered in pain as he stroked deep into her, her body racked with pain and exhaustion. Her cunt burned with pain as he drove his penis deep into her, violating her deepest crevice. She didn’t know how long it took, but after what seems an eternity, she felt his shudder between her thighs. He gave a final violent thrust before emptying his load into her.

She closed her eyes and bit her lips, as she felt every warm drop of cum entered her womb. He gave several final thrusts to make sure his seeds entered the slut’s body, then drawing away abruptly.

After he left her body, she tried to curl up into a ball, but he was not finished with her. He dragged her by her hair until she was sitting up. Then he pulled out the soggy panty from her mouth, forced her mouth open, and made her lick his penis clean. He shoved his penis deep into her mouth, gagging her. She tried to make another struggle, but was coerced to clean her juices from his dick.

By then, all the stimulations from her pouty lips was enough to make his dick stand up again. He waved the engorged member in front of her face and her eyes widened with fear. She moaned weakly, and tried to back away from him. He walked right over her and tried to grab her by her hair. Once again, she turned to his thighs and bit down on them. Although she did not use as much strength as before, he still screamed in pain, and kicked her vehemently away.

Nursing his wounded thigh, he forcefully pushed her against a corner, and pried her thighs wide open, and punched her repeatedly on her cunt. She moaned faintly, barely conscious, shrouded in pain. Without much warning, he rammed his thick member once again into her, yielding a strangled sob from her. He rammed her repeatedly, before withdrawing completely rapidly, then started forcing into her anus.

She realised what he was up to, and started struggling and begging again.

“Noo… please… not there… please…” she whimpered pleadingly. And she tried to push him away from her, closing her thigh in a vain attempt to stop her anus rape. And although her crack was clenched close, he wetted his finger with her cunt juices and forced his finger through her anus hole. Time and again he wet and poked, until he got his finger in and soon, he also shoved his rock-hard dick through her aperture, with her screaming excruciatingly. He had forced his dick halfway through her anus, but was too exhausted by the effort, he pulled out his dick and entered her cunt instead. After some grunting and shoving, he cummed in her again. After milking his dick for all his cum, he withdrew and stood up.

Finally, he drew up his pants and zipped them up. In the corner, Finola curled herself into a ball, and cowered in a corner, her body racked with pain, her mind filled with shame. Her eyes were swollen shut from his blows but she heard him stood up, his zipper zipped up, and then there was the welcoming sound of the lock unlocking and the door opening. She heard the door open and slammed closed again.

Thinking that her rapist had left, she crawled laboriously towards the direction of the door. To her horror, she found the door unyielding, with the sound of a lock rattling on the outside. She screamed desperately, and pulled herself to the farthest corner from the door, cowering in fear.

She heard the sound of a large vehicle drove up and stopped outside the door. Initially, her hopes went up, thinking she could call for help. But soon, she heard the sound of a van’s side door sliding open, she knew.

The lock on the door clicked open, and the door yawned open. There in the dim lights of the alley, she vaguely saw the outline of a large man standing over the door. Behind him, there was a gaping hole of the side door of a large black van.

She cringed in fear, and begged, but Pabla advanced forebodingly towards her, with what seemed like thick rope in his hands. She wrestled unsuccessfully with Pabla, but soon, he had her pinned to the ground, her arms twisted behind her back. She whimpered faintly, but he trussed her securely like a chicken, binding her wrists behind her back. He had wanted to bind her ankles together, but looking down at her tempting body, he stood up again.

To her horror, she heard the sound of the zipper coming down again. Her hands tied behind her back, she barely could move out of the way, before he lunged on her and shoved his penis into her again. She yelped in pain as he entered her dry and started pistoning rapidly in and out of her. She snivelled sporadically as he stroked deeply and forcefully, after an eternity of grunting, he ultimately cummed deeply into her.

Finally after the third time, he was almost exhausted. He stood up wearily, and forced her to lick his limp dick clean of cum, before tucking it back into his pants and zipping up. Then he calmly tied her ankles together, and carried the semi-conscious girl into the back of the van. he secured her bound wrists to a D-ring on the floor of the van.

Hazily, she heard the door slid close, and the van drove away. She felt herself being driven away from her past, her own life, into a life she has no idea about. In the darkened interior of the van, clad in shreds of her clothing, her arms and legs bound, she wept. Overwhelmed by pain and shame, and worn out with exhaustion, she drifted slowly into unconsciousness, while the van drove out of the town’s edge into the countryside, where Pabla could hide his van deep in the forested area. Just as the day breaks, the two fell asleep in the shade of the forest.

I've Been Watching You - Part Five

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            Nick turned down the television and picked up his bag from the floor where he’d left it. He tossed it on the bed and opened it then started riffling through it. He shoved the bag away when he heard a knock at the door.

            “That was fast,” he mumbled to himself as he shoved the bag further onto the bed and went into the other room to answer the knock.

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w Roman">He’d ordered room service because he was starving and he didn’t want to go back out. At least it’ll be hot since they got it here so quick, he thought. He opened the door and a small waiter pushed a large cart into the room without preamble. The uniform was a standard one and hid the waiter’s sex well. Since the waiter’s head was dipped low, Nick wasn’t sure if he was dealing with a small man or a woman. Either way, he needed to tip the server even if he was nervous about turning his back on the person. He took a deep breath and turned around, heading for the other side of the room where he’d left his keys and wallet. As he reached for his wallet he felt a sharp jab in the back of his thigh. He jerked around and saw the waiter retreating across the room.

“What the hell –” Nick tried to take a step toward the retreating figure but stumbled to his knees. “Oh, God, no,” he moaned.

He watched helplessly as his assailant hurried back to close and lock the door. Then the figured turned and moved back toward him.

“What the hell did you just give me?” he demanded.

The small figure bent over him and slid a blindfold in place over his eyes before he collapsed to the floor. He tried to reach out and grab her but his hands wouldn’t obey. His limbs felt like lead and he felt a tremendous need to sleep.

“Christ,” he whispered. “Look, I don’t do drugs. What the hell did you just give me?”

He felt his arms being pulled behind him and something soft binding them together.

“At least tell me who you are.”

Sounds like furniture being drug around the carpeted floor floated to his ears. He started to feel panicked as he remembered his last encounter with someone from this little group. What the hell was this one up to? he wondered. Had she brought her own torture devices with her? Was that what was on the cart she had brought in instead of the food he’d ordered?

“What are you doing?”

The fact that she refused to speak to him unnerved him more than anything else she was doing. If he couldn’t get her to communicate… He felt her hands at his waist, undoing his belt. She unfastened his pants then pulled his shirt out from where he’d tucked it in. Slowly, she unbuttoned the buttons down the front of his shirt and pushed it open, her hands sliding gently over his bare chest. Her movement stopped when she felt the welts that still ran across his right side. He felt her lean close as her fingers gently traced the longest welt running from his armpit to his hip.

“Bitch!” she whispered vehemently. “She promised!”

He was surprised when he felt her lips on his, a gentle pressure, more loving than demanding. Her hands softly caressed his face as she kissed him. When she finally pulled away from his lips her hands stayed on his face and she still leaned close.

“I’m sorry, Nick. She wasn’t supposed to hurt you,” she whispered softly then pulled away from him.

“Who are you?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“You can call me Lady Tara,” she replied in a whisper as she removed his shoes and socks.

She slowly crawled up his legs and grabbed his open pants, pulling them down over his hips. Slowly, she worked his pants and briefs down his legs until she pulled them completely off of him. She tossed them away and moved to kneel next to his chest. She put her hands under his shoulders and lifted.

“Sit up,” she whispered.

“Sorry, but my muscles just don’t seem to be working very well.”

She managed to lift him into a sitting position and slid behind him so that he was reclining against her.

“You should be recovering control,” she whispered in his ear. “I didn’t give you very much.”

“What did you give me?”

“Something to make you compliant without hurting you – or me,” she replied in a whisper.

“Can’t you talk above a whisper?” he finally asked, annoyed at her.

“No. At least not yet.”

“Why?”

“Can you move your legs now?” she asked, ignoring his question.

He tried and found he could move a little but his limbs felt sluggish.

“Yeah,” he finally said.

“Good. There’s a chair directly behind us. I need you to get on it.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be difficult, Nick.”

“Why should I cooperate with you?” he asked stubbornly.

She reached around his broad chest and grasped his left nipple between her forefinger and thumb and squeezed.

“Ow! Shit!” he growled as he struggled to pull away from her.

“Get on the chair,” she whispered harshly.

“Alright,” he panted when she released her hold on his nipple.

She helped him to his feet and then helped him maneuver onto the chair. He was still weak from the drug she had given him and the task of moving onto the chair had caused him to break a sweat. He was breathing heavily when he slumped onto the chair. She straddled him and sat on his lap, letting her hands wandered over his chest.

“Just rest a minute,” she whispered.

“What the hell did you give me?”

“Don’t worry, Nick. It isn’t addictive and it’ll be completely out of you system in a few more minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed him again. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Water would be good,” he admitted as he nodded.

“Don’t try to move or you might hurt yourself,” she warned in a sharp whisper. Then she was gone.

Nick let his head fall back as he tried to relax and control his breathing. His head jerked forward when he felt her touch his leg. She sat on his lap again as she slipped a hand behind his head.

“Here you go,” she whispered.

He felt a glass touch his lips and he opened his mouth. She carefully tilted the glass forward and spilled a tiny bit of the cool liquid into his mouth. He swallowed and she gave him more. When he made a noise she pulled the glass away.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He felt her move and wondered where she was. Just as suddenly as she had disappeared he felt her hands on his bare legs. She slipped something soft around his right ankle and then he felt the same thing go around his left ankle. He heard a clink and felt his left foot pulled against the leg of the chair. Another clink and his right foot was pulled against the other leg of the chair. Then he felt her hands on his arms, releasing his bonds.

“What are you doing?” he asked nervously.

When his arms were free she pulled his shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms. When the garment was gone he tried to turn on the chair but her hands were on his wrists almost instantly.

“Don’t fight me, Nick. Please?”

He didn’t move for an instant then finally asked quietly, “Is this it? Is it over after this?”

“Yes. I’m you’re last.”

He resisted for another moment then relented and put his back against the chair, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Fine. Just get it over with then.”

“I’m sorry, Nick,” she whispered.

He felt her grasp his wrists and pull his arms behind the chair. Then he thought he heard a soft sob and his arms fell free, hanging limply by his sides again. He listened attentively, trying to discern where she was and what she might be doing. He couldn’t hear any movement or sound.

“Hello?” he finally said softly, nervously, thinking she may have fled.

He heard a soft giggle then felt her hand on his head.

“I’m still here,” she whispered. Her hands were laid lightly on his bare shoulders. They softly caressed his neck and shoulders, sometimes sliding down his chest or into his hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this and now…now I don’t know if I can go through with it.”

“What?” He was confused. How long had they been watching him anyway?

He heard and felt her moving.

“How long,” he paused to swallow hard, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the answer to this question. “How long have you and your friends been watching me anyway?”

His only answer was her long, slender fingers gently caressing his prick.

“I guess you decided you could go through with it after all.”

She sat across his lap and pressed her lips against his in one move, her hand never leaving his cock. Her free hand curled around the back of his head as she crushed his lips with her demanding pressure. His lips slid open and her tongue snaked into his mouth. Her right hand moved down to his chest and played along the expanse to his abdomen as her left hand continued to massage his prick and balls. Her lips never left his.

“Uhhh,” he moaned into her mouth when she squeezed his balls then pulled gently as she worked her hand up his stiffening rod.

She finally broke their kiss and pulled his head to her chest, pressing his face into her tits. Her hand ran through his hair as she moaned his name. The sound of her voice slowly broke through the haze in his brain and he realized there was something familiar about her voice.

“I’m sorry, Nick. This is all my fault.”

“What? What’s your fault?” he whispered, nuzzling her tits before returning to sucking them.

“This, everything. Everything they’ve done to you. When all this came up I nominated you. I gave them your picture, your name, everything.” She sobbed as she held him to her. “I’m sorry.”

He tried to pull back, pull away from her, but she clung to him. When he managed to pull away and hold her out from him she dropped her head down to rest against his chest.

“Why?” he asked softly. Then suddenly a thought struck him. “Do I know you?”

“Yes, Nick, you know me.”

She released her hold on his semi-erect dick and slid both hands up his face, pushing the blindfold up as she went. His eyes were closed when she first removed the blindfold. She held her breath as she waited for him to open those lovely green eyes she was so afraid would be filled with hate. His eyelids slowly raised and he stared into her brown eyes. The room was silent except for their labored breathing.

“Tarin?” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.” Her whisper was so soft he almost didn’t hear her even though she sat on his lap.

“Why?”

Her left hand lay limply on her leg between them, her right hand softly caressed his cheek.

“Because I’ve wanted you ever since I can remember but you never seemed to even notice I was in the room. I was out of ideas for getting your attention. I knew – know – I’ll never really have you but I thought maybe, just for once at least…”

“Tarin, you had my attention. I just didn’t think you wanted it. I thought you and Josh…I didn’t want to…”

He watched as she shook her head, tears sliding down her face.

“Josh is like a brother to me. But you…I’m sorry, Nick. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

When she started to move, to get off of his lap, he grabbed her arms and pulled her back. He pulled her close against his chest and held her tightly.

“Tarin, you have to finish what you started.”

“What?”

“You can’t just leave me like this.”

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, trying to pull away from him.

He let her pull far enough away for the two of them to look pointedly at his groin. His prick stood at attention, clearly showing his mood. Her eyes flew to his face.

“I need you, Tarin. I want you.”

She fell forward against his chest, pressing her lips against his. His hands lifted her up and placed her over his throbbing erection. She wriggled down until she was nestled tightly against him, burying his rod deep inside her. His hands slid up her body to squeeze and tease her tits. She gently bit his lower lip when he squeezed her nipples. They both lunged over the edge and screamed into orgasm together. He shot his hot load into her then she collapsed against him as he held her tight, they were both breathing hard.

When she had recovered she sat up and stared down at him. His green eyes took in her long, tawny hair and perfect white breasts. Her hands played in his dark hair as his hands found their way to her tits.

“I’m sorry for what happened, Nick. I love you and I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“God, Tarin,” he whispered hoarsely, pulling her to him. “I didn’t know I could love someone so much.”

Raped by a Stranger

Jenny101 on Forced Stories

It all started on a warm sunny day in July, everything seemed at peace, not for long.

I was only 12, not yet fully devolped. I was sitting on the couch, when the doorbell rings, I looked out the window and saw a weird van, nothing was written on it. I called my friend, lets call her emma, I told her what I saw, but all to soon the line was disconnected. As I looked around the corner to see why the phone went dead, I saw that a tall man had unplugged the cord, he then asked me why I haddent let him in the house. I screamed and ran down the hall to the bathroom. Unfortuantly the lock was broken so he just opended it. I was now standing in the corner skaking! It was so scary! The man c

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ame up to me and grabbed me by the shirt, then he dragged me to the couch.

The next thing I remember was a white cloth beeing shoved onto my face, I felt tired.

Whe i awoken it was dark, not for long. I felt dizzy, had a headace and had no clue what time it was or where I was. The same man turned on a light to reviel a dark dingy room, I tried to move only to relieze I was tied to a chair. The man then came up to me and asked my name, I reluctantly told him.

He then called a couple of names, I don`t remember what they were, 4 men came through the door. All tall. One of the men untied me, I tried to run but was caught by the other men. The main man the said that I was a bad girl, and I need to stop fucking around, and behave like the good little bitch I was.

He then told me if I tried to run again he would punish me.

He let go of me for a split second, I tried to run again, I made it almost to the door, when one of the men grabbed my hair, then slapped me so hard I fell uncouncis, I think, because when I awoke I was laying in a bright room with lots of light. I was covered by a sheet. I wanted to go back to sleep but was rudly awaken by one of the men pulling the covef of me and yelling wakie wakie sleeping beauty!

Then anouther one of the men pulled of my clothes, I screamed hoping some one would hear me. The main man told me to be quiet and put his hand over my mouth, I started to cry, he then brushed away my tears and said to be a big girl.

One of the men held my arms together while the other man started licking my virgin pussy, I felt no pleasure! One of the other men started sucking on my tits, I heard one of the men say to prepare for the fun.

About a second later I felt a cock touch my pussy I started to squirm like crazy, but the mans grip got tighter and hurt my wrists. Anouther man slapped me again this time not as hard it only nocked me out for a few seconds. The man the told me to behave, and he started to slowly incirt his cock into me, I screamed , then with a quick push it brok through, I could feel blood come out of me, I was no longer a virgin.

The same man kept humping me faster and faster till he comed in me, then he asked me if I liked it, I screamed no, stop, please don`t. It was all muffled by one mans hand over my mouth. Then the man stopped, I was able to rest for a couple of seconds.

Then anouther man flipped me over and pulled my ass towards him, I could feel his cock rub against me, he told me to say I loved it and I wanted him to do my ass. I resintaly obeyed.

He then slid his cock in with no lube! I screamed so loud, the mans hand couldn`t muffle it. One of the other men slapped me so hard I fell unconsious again. When I awoke it was all over, for the time  beeing. Two men soon came to me and told me I could go home, as long as I didn`t tell.

After that the men came back to my house every couple of weeks and used me, just recently I got up the nerve to tell my parents they didn`t believe me, so w/e.

A gang bang.

davidj on Forced Stories


I had had sex a few times with boys my own age -Â 16 and I quitel liked it. I had only ever been fucked.

I was at a team party where all the team was and lots of girls who hung about with them- groupies. I wanted to be the girl on the arm of the team captain. He was older than me and lots of girls had said how much they would like him to fuck them. I had beaten them to it, I wanted it from him and I was going to get it, my plan had worked.

When he took me outside he took me to where there were picnic tables etc and he got me on the table to do it to me. There was no kissing or cuddling it was just going to be a straight fuck and that would be that- my guess is that he a few girls lined up for it.

As I got up and laid down he pulled my pants off and said get the res

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t off yourself, and I had to remove my top and bra. Then all I had on was my socks.

He had removed his clothes so we were both naked and he just got up and immediately got his cock into me and began fucking me. I managed to see a bit of his cock before it went in and it was the biggest I have had in me - till then, about 7 inches long and reasonably fat. It looked good the moment i saw it but it felt better inside me.Â

He fucked me for about 10 minutes before he came, he obviously wanted to get it over with pretty quick because he really made an effort to cum quickly and he was pretty rough with me and that actually made it feel better. I came after about 5 or 6 minutes and he said - I hope you enjoyed that - and I said I did. Then he got much faster and fucked me really hard. After another minute or so he had came emptying his cock into me and said I hope you are on the pill or something I dont want any little bastards about my feet. I said I am safe. After he pulled out of me he said hey you arnt bad for a kid, nice and tight and you know what to do. I might be back for more after.

I didnt realise what 'after' meant then.

As he got off me the first couple of his mates appeared beside me with their pants down and I realised I was going to be fucked by them as well. I wasnt quite prepared for it but I knew nothing was going to stop them. It was obvious he had set them up and from all accounts it was a pretty normal thing - he did it first and left the girl to his team mates to have their fun. Tonight I was it. I was a bit scared as I had never had anything like this happen before . Before when I had sex, as soon as the boy came it was over and we got dressed and we left. The thought raced through my head I might be going to be gang banged or team banged. I was right.

The second guy got on me and IÂ said whats happening - what is going on.

He said honey you are our meat for the night - after me there are plenty more all waiting their turn.

He fucked me without a word and his mate watched him, playing with his cock as he watched us. The guy on top of me came in about 2 or 3 minutes and he just pulled out and kissed me quickly and said thanks it was good. Then the second guy got ready to do me and fortunately I was reconciled to it and had heard of it happening to other girls but never thought it would happen to me.

I thought if I scream or resist I will get bashed and raped and possibly murdered. I decide to just let them have it.

I lay there as one after the other came and fucked me. After the fourth one i had to get up and try and pee out some of their cum. It didnt seem to bother them that they all came in me and then the next one just slipped his cock into my cum filled cunt and fucked me as if nothing had happened.

After another couple of guys the next few bought a bucket of water and told me I need to flush my cunt before they fucked me, fortunately the water was warm and I could give myself a good flush out with a coke bottle they also brought. I filled the bottle and put the neck into my cunt and flushed myself out. Then they took their turn and got on me and fucked me too. By now I had lost count of the number of times I had been fucked but it must have been about 8 so far and they kept coming. At one stage a couple of girls came down and actually watched two of them do it to me, and I heard one say how can she take it, there will be a dozen through her by the time they all have their turn.

After a few more guys had their fun on me, one even came back for a second go on me, they stopped, my cunt was not sore but it felt a bit swollen after they all fucked me. A couple had also licked or bitten my nipples and they were a bit sore too.

After it was finished I flushed my cunt out again and got dressed and decided I wouldnt go back to the party, everybody knew what was happening and who I was and I didnt want to be the center of interest to everybody, particularly the other girls who were there and must have know what was happening. As I found out later a few of them had been through it themselves.

I started to walk home, my cunt was now quite sore as were my nipples, they really hurt after they had bitten them or sucked them hard. I would have hickies on them for sure as some actually bit me there when they came. Cum and water was leaking out of me and down my legs as I walked. I had left my pants off because they would have been soaked. As I walked another girl followed me and caught up with me. She knew what I had done and said it happened to her too but said I didnt want to do it any more, after a couple, and they held me down and forced me to do it. I had 12 do it to me and you got more, my guess was about 13 or 14. I watched and counted them going out to you. I was scarred for you. She said are you on the pill and I said I was and she said she wasnt when it happened to her and she was scarred of getting pregnant and not knowing who the boy was that had got her pregnant as it could be any one of them. She said fortunately her period arrived on time, but not one boy asked or mentioned it to her again.

I could not imagine 14 boys fucking me, but it eveidently was according to her.

She asked me to go home to her place as she said she wanted to talk about it because it had bothered her and wanted to talk to somebody. I had been in the same position and she could tell me and I would know what she was saying. I agree because I wanted to know about her experience and tell her about what I could remember of mine. it was all such a blur of face after face on top of me and their cocks going hard in me at the other end and banging me until they came. Some lasted a minute or two other maybe 10 or 15 minutes - well I wasnt sure, but it felt like it. I had never seen so many cocks in my life before. I told her that at one time it was so boring if I had a book I would have read it while they fucked me - she laughed.

We got to her place and she let me have a shower and talked to me all the time not letting me out of her sight. It took ages to get all their cum out of me and by the time I was finished my cunt lips were swollen and I felt quite sore. I dont think I came more than a couple of times - the first one was during the first fuck and I know I came once more after it because the guys was telling everybody I made her cum. It happened I know, but it didnt really rate with me it was just part of the whole experience.

She talked and talked and I was more like a councellor to her as she wanted reassurance that she had done the right thing and not told anybody, even though everybody knew what she had done and for a while nobody wanted to talk to her, but things are getting better now she said, but some girls completey shun her and call her a slut to her face. I knew that was going to happen to me too, as everybody at the party knew it was me and what I was letting them do to me. She said that there had been about 6 girls do it that she is aware of. That made me feel a bit happier, I wasnt the only one to just let them do it to me.Â

Well thats that - I will never forget that night and hope it will never happen again. My cunt was sore and swollen for a few days and my tits were covered in bruises from hickies for a week.

For a while I was treated like a freak but now everybody has forgotten it apart from my friend who still wants to talk about it. I have a feeling she may never let another boy have sex with her again Only time will tell.

The Groomer Pt 1

AllTiedUp4U on Forced Stories

He chuckled and licked his lips and set his coffee down and typed out his final instructions to her.

He touched the photo.  He remembered the day, 6 months ago when she emailed it to him.  Her braces had just come off.  How nice and straight those teeth were, like pearls, and how she worried they would not stay that way if she forgot her retainer.  Her fear that time would make them crooked again.  He smiled.  They would stay straight.  Time wasn’t a concern.  He looked over all the photos.  Starting when she was 16.  Starting when they first started writing to each other.  She was awkwa

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rd, isolated, lonely.  Her parents were too strict, and she worried she wasn’t as pretty as her sister, and she had no friends. And he paid attention, listened and advised.  She had just gotten her lap top, and she would pour out her heart to him.  He would tell her all the right things, he would tell her that the boys were idiots for not noticing her.  He gave her advice on diet and exercise and what medication to suggest to her parents that cleared up her skin and made it milky and clear in time for her graduation 2 yrs later. 

She was so willing to please.  She loved praise.  She told him her darkest fears, and he took notes.  She went from thin and gawky, to lean and lovely.  But in just the proper time frame, before the hormonal High School boys could notice her emerge, and steal his cultivated pearl.  In the last year their talk had turned more and more sexual.

She was shy, frightened, skittish as a colt.  She had never been kissed.  She was so lonely, so overlooked, so ready.  Her fine blond hair fell in her large green eyes and he could see tears standing in them even on the web cam and he wished he could be the one causing them.  His crotch tightened and twitched hungrily. 

He smiled to remember his reassurances.  He had asked her permission, had played to her trust, he told her he would love to show her how men and women should be together, he told her he would not pressure her, it had to be her decision, but that he would love to be her first.  And only, he thought to himself.  He told her all the right things, courted her, she had even revealed her breasts to him and he had told her how nice they were.

 Untouched, firm, creamy mounds of tender flesh topped by pale, pinkish buttons and small pink pearls.  His teeth ached for them, his mouth dry.  He had snapped a still shot and printed it off way too many times.  He told her how he found women shaved pubes more attractive, and the next week she had surprised him with a clean, beautiful, photo of her crotch.  More then her crotch.  The pic showed her pretty belly.  Not too flat, just the tiniest of curves along it, a small valley where her navel lived, stretching up to a slightly defined ribcage to the underside of her breasts.  He was quite upset with her for surprising him like that, it caused him to cum in a very nice pair of jeans.  He liked to be in control….and the picture had made him lose that.

He told her he wanted to be her first, and that he knew how she needed to be touched, and how she needed to be taught and how he would do all this for her if she trusted him.  He told her that if she would do what he wanted, unquestioningly, that she would never, never forget her first time. 

He closed the laptop, he still had another couple of hours before her reached her.  He had everything ready.   Nothing to chance.  He was going to complete his art, his masterpiece, 2 years and countless hours in the grooming.  He wasn’t about to let impatience, rush him and ruin anything.  It was about control, presence, and patience.  He was in love with her, as he defined it, and love can’t be rushed.

The end of the parking lot he chose kept him out of the light, and out of where he could be seen on a video camera.  He had watched her pull in.  She was small.  So small.  5 foot even, maybe in stocking feet, and maybe 90 lbs soaking wet.  And at various times, she would be, he mused.  Her face turned nervously in the diner’s lights as she looked around.  She was wearing the tan raincoat he’d sent her, the petite fit still shrouded her body from him where it tied closed.  Good.  He watched her get back into her car and for a brief moment thought she was bolting.  But no…he watched her open her laptop and he did the same from his car. 

“Where are u?” she messaged him.  “R u here yet.”

“Yes.” He responded.  “Watching you pretty one.”

“lol.” She texted back.

“Seeing if you did everything I asked.”

There was a pause.  He imagined she was getting up her courage, she was doing something forbidden, something out of the ordinary, something her stern parents would not approve of.  Meeting a stranger for sex, how daring, how bold, how dangerous. 

“I told you I would.”

“Good. Bring your purse, keys, laptop and your beautiful self to the car with the blinking turn signal in the back of the lot. I will drive us to the hotel, and I promise you, you will remember me for the rest of your life.”

Another long pause.  “yes.”

She locked her car, and brought her purse and lap top and walked toward him.  Her steps were endearingly hesitant, picking up as she probably told herself how babyish she was being.  As she entered the shadows near his car, he rolled down a darkened window and spoke to her for the first time.  The web cam had been one way.  No need to frighten her off after all.  “Close your eyes and keep them closed.” He said firmly, his voice low and deep and hard for her to resist.  Most women did as he told them.

She did so, but he noticed her start slightly at his gravelly tones.  But she was obedient.

He got out. Popping the trunk so silently from inside his car she never stirred.

He towered over her as he stepped up behind her and she jumped when he placed his hand on her shoulder from behind.  He knew she could feel the broadness of his large hand and could feel him step closer, his large body touching hers, separated by their coats.

“Don’t turn around.”

She trembled. Her voice was breathy and unsure.  “But I want to finally see you.”  He chuckled.  He was her prince after all, come to sweep her off her feet.

“Patience.”  He whispered.  “We do this slowly, my way, remember?”

“Yes.”

His hands slipped to her tiny waist and he undid the tie of the rain coat before she could lift her hands and he slipped his hands inside from behind.  She kept her eyes shut, still obedient and trembled as his hot calloused hands cupped her naked tits. 

“Good, naked.  You follow directions perfectly.”

Even this little compliment made her shudder with delight, or maybe it was the way he touched her nipples, rolling the pearls through his finger and thumb giving them a firm pinch that caused her to gasp and pull away slightly.  He laughed throatily.  “Those boys in school were fools, you are way too good for them, and that’s their loss, you deserve so much more, and I know what you deserve.”

“Open your mouth.” His voice was deepening and the request sounded gruff, an order.  She jumped.  Was she getting scared?  Did she suspect?  No…he was sure she was feeling a titillating fear, a naughty fear, a curious fear, but she had no suspicions about what was to come.  None of them ever did.

Her full, pink lips parted and he put the small terry washcloth over them and secured the ball gag over it.  Her body stiffened and she tried to turn towards him but he held her shoulders and said. “No.  You’re new, you are going to want to moan, you may be very excited and make too much noise, and then the Diner folks might come over to get a look at us.” 

She stopped fidgeting, she was so naïve, so trusting.  His hands went back to her breasts and his lips on the back of her neck. He let one large hand slide down her belly, feeling it shiver, and between her legs.  His fingers found her clit and rubbed it hard and she moaned loudly even in the gag and he smiled.  Then two, thick fingers forced their way inside her and she stopped moaning with a gurgling start and made small sounds of protest as she tried to pull herself away from him.  He ignored her polite pulling, and began to move the fingers in and out of her virgin cunt in a sawing fashion as she squirmed.  He spoke to her.  “Shhhhhh….I know what you need, and I know what you deserve, and I plan on making sure you remember me the rest of your life.”  Her cunt was growing wetter, he was almost lifting her with each thrust of his fingers, she stood on her tip toes, her back arched against him, she  tried to raise her arms but his massive arms held them pinned down, one hand still holding her breast, the other buried two knuckles deep inside her deeply breathing body.

“I have been waiting for this moment for 2 years.”  He chuckled and this time his voice caused her to whimper, or maybe it was his attempt to add another thick finger to her tiny hole.  He thrust them harder inside her.  “Those boys couldn’t do this to you.  They’d be too scared.  I’m not.  I know you are.  But that’s what I want.  I apologize if you thought it was going to be different, romantic, gentle.  That was your mistake.  But you won’t have to live with it too long.”

And he lifted her by the fingers in her cunt and his other arm wrapped tightly across her and took her to the rear of his car.  Then he pulled out his fingers and felt her let out a caught, sobbing breath into the ball gag just before he put the stun gun to the back of her neck.  She stiffened and dropped as the trunk door went up.  He stripped the coat off her, put the wide leather cuffs on her wrists and feet and locked them and laid her in the back before closing the trunk.  She moaned slightly and twitched just a little.  He admired her body, the trap had been sprung and she lay like a fox caught in a leg hold trap while the hunter imagines her stuffed in his trophy room.  Stuffed.  Appropriate word.

He closed the trunk.