He slammed the paper onto the table, and jabbed his finger at a picture of a smartly-dressed, plain-Jane, middle-aged woman, arguing with a group protesting outside the steps of the state capital.

The two of us were relaxing at the tables, while on stage, Angela - Melvin’s Mistress/Business Partner/Hermaphrodite Lover/Adopted child - enthusiastically whipped away at Julie, one of my own sex slaves.

Julie was bent over at the waist, locked into a stockade at the edge of the stage and naked except for a featureless, black leather mask covering her face. Angela was wearing her usual uniform of choice, a dark green velvet dress that was practically painted over her tight, curvy figure, with her favorite stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her thighs.

As I watched, Angela reared back with the riding crop in her hand and let Julie’s ass have it. Julie’s body jerked forward and the crowd around the stage cheered.

Angela looked like she was having fun. I don’t know about Julie.

Melvin was fuming.

"Whoever voted for that cunt should be taken down to the river and shot."

The woman in the power suit looked familiar. I looked closer at the article. The headline read: ‘Local Sex Industry Warned!’ And in smaller print: ‘State Rep. Susan Manning Takes the High Road on the Sex Industry’.

"Huh." I said.

Melvin looked at me.

"Whaddaya mean, ‘huh’?

"I know her. She and her family have shopped at my store for years." I pulled the paper closer so I could read the rest of the story. "In fact, she hurt her back on a ski trip a few weeks ago, and the last time I saw her at the store, I carried her bags out and helped her get into her car."

"You’re kidding me."

"No, seriously." I thought about it a second. "It was right before I left for California."

"You should’a clubbed the bitch and dumped her in the trash."

The article praised Mrs. Manning for her new bill that was working its way through the state legislature, something some conservative lawmakers were labeling as ‘a call for a new day of decency for our fine state’. She was working to get funding and zoning restrictions for any type of strip club, massage parlor or adult specialty store, pretty much handcuffing (no pun intended) the sex industry here in town.

I could see why Melvin was pissed.

Between the two of them, he and Angela each owned several adult stores (among other things), all of which probably sent the local soccer moms into convulsions whenever they passed by in their minivans and SUVs.

"She’s not that bad, Mel."

"Not bad my ass." He paused and re-lit the stub of his cigar. "In fact, if I got my hands on her, I’d fuck her ass until she bled, then throw her into the Maze for the boys to have fun with." He took a long puff, and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. "Turn her into the little slut she really is under all that repressed, prude-lawyer shit."

I laughed again.

"You think I’m kidding? That bitch is the reason we’re sitting here in this dump tonight, instead of at the convention center, like we should be."

Melvin and Angela were part-sponsors of a yearly bondage/fetish merchandise trade show. I vaguely remembered they ran into some problems this year, and couldn’t get the permits they needed to set up at the new convention center. Instead, they had to rent out a series of warehouse spaces in the deep industrial district from sympathetic local businesses.

I nodded at the hundreds of leather and stud clad people roaming the floor.

"Not a bad turnout, though. You’ve got to admit, having the show here has a kind of sleazy appeal."

He grunted.

"Yeah, the hardcore freaks’ll find us wherever we end up. But it’s those weekend creepies, the ones that take their kids to private school in their new Beamers, then play dress-up at night when their kids are asleep; they’re the one’s that get antsy when they’ve gotta drive into the ghetto." He chomped thoughtfully on his stogie, puffing away. "Not that the freaks’ money isn’t any good, there’s just a lot more that never makes it to the table if we’re hiding way out here, y’know?"

"So it’s all about the money."

He shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Losing cash always pisses me off, for sure. But this bitch..." He stubbed his cigar out on her picture. "She’s the worst type of cunt-fuck politician. She ran for office as a fucking Democrat for Crissakes, claiming to be for this liberal issue or against that one, whatever, and y’know: ‘vote for me ‘cause I care about this and that and blah, blah, blah’..." Melvin stretched as he spoke, popping his thick neck. "And then once she got elected she turned right around and forgot about the folks who believed her stinking pile of bullshit and voted her in, and now she’s using her office to promote her own fucking pseudo-Christian conservative agenda."

Melvin paused for a breath.

"You voted for her, didn’t you?"

He glared at me, and laughed.

"Fuck you." He sighed.

"I didn’t know you were politically involved."

"Matt, anything that potentially affects my income, my livelihood, I want to know about." He leaned closer. "Folks think I’m a sick, perverted, dumb old bastard." He poked me in the shoulder and grinned. "Well, I’m a sick bastard, that’s true. But I have never, never been stupid when it comes to business or politics."

"So you admit to being old, then?"

He leaned back.

"I prefer to think that I’m aging gracefully."

He looked at the paper, almost wistfully.

"That bitch has done everything she can to fuck things up for a lot of people in this business, a lot of folks we know. And worse." He looked at me again. "You hear about the ‘Homeless’ bill?"

That had been big news last summer, while I was away. After it passed, the police rounded up most of the local street people and homeless families and relocated them, ‘for their welfare and for the continued safety and beautification of our neighborhoods and business districts’.

I nodded.

"She’s a fucking fascist cunt, and if I had the chance, I’d find as many of those bums she had moved out to the sticks and let them hate fuck her until she had to use a fucking wheelchair for the rest of her goddamn life."

I waved my hand at Angela, who was finishing with her demonstration. Julie hung limply in the stockade now, her back and buttocks glowing with angry, red welts.

"Well, why not? You punish people for kicks all the time."

He shook his head. "Nope. It wouldn’t be enough to just fuck with her. I’d want to teach the bitch a lesson, sure. But..." He drifted off, shrugging. "She’s already screwed things up. This stuff she started has a life of its own now. It’s gonna keep on building, no matter what happens to her."

"Melvin, you know your problem?"

"What’s that, besides the bad case of jock itch I got from reading this shit?"

"You’re too short-sighted." I grinned at him. "I’ve got an idea."

I brainstormed a little for him, and as I jabbered away, Melvin started to smile.

"Goddamn, Matt!" He clapped me on the shoulder when I finished. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He reached for another cigar, shaking his head. "And people say I’m a sick fuck. That’s so twisted, it’s beautiful."

It took about a week and a half before I saw Susan again.

I was just leaving my store, getting ready to go out for a late lunch, when she pulled up in her new Lexus. I stepped off the sidewalk in front of her car and waited to help her as she got out. She was moving a little gingerly, like her back was still bothering her.

As I told Melvin, I’ve known, or rather, waited on, Susan and her family since I bought the chain of little markets I own, maybe ten years ago now.

Susan and her husband Mike were both lawyers, both in their late 40’s, and wealthy. They had two kids: a tall, willowy teenage girl named Rachel, who was probably a junior or senior in high school, and a son who was a couple years younger. Both of the kids took after their dad, physically; they were tall, slim, and athletic with dark hair and complexions. And keeping with the family tradition of prestige, they both went to private school and drove their own, brand-spankin’ new BMWs.

Mike’s family owned a lot of prime downtown real estate, shipping companies, restaurants and other businesses, along with a fair amount of farmland they were now busy developing in the outlying areas of town. Mike quit his job as a corporate shark a few years ago, shortly after his father passed away and he inherited pretty much everything.

His family was big-time players in local politics too. Money can buy a lot.

The whole family reeked of the snobby attitude that went along with having that kind of money. Susan had been an especially cold fish when I’d first met her, but over the years, she’d gradually warmed up to me, and now she’ll actually stop and converse with me.

One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Susan with Mike for quite a while, and asked her how he was. Susan told me that she and her husband had separated, but quietly, for the sake of their careers, and their kids were living with him in another house across town, partly so they could be closer to school, and because Susan was gone because of work so often.

The news didn’t come as much of a shock to me; I rarely saw the two of them together, even before the separation, and when I did they barely spoke two words to each other. Not a great marriage, but whatever works. Susan had managed to parlay her husbands name into a thriving political career, and if he didn’t seem to mind, well, more power to her.

I held my hand out for her as she opened the car door, and she took it with a smile.

She swung her legs out, and I tried to not stare too openly.

I’ve never seen Susan wear any make-up, and the only times I’ve ever seen her without a suit and skirt, she was usually out for her daily run or she was heading up to the mountain to go skiing in the winter or hiking during the summer. She always wore her straight, dishwater blonde hair cut short around her shoulders, and other than a pair of thin silver hoops in her ears and her wedding ring, she rarely wore any jewelry.

When I first met her, ‘mousy’ was the term that came to mind.

But as plainly as she presented herself, she was in great shape, even well into her 40’s. You had to look twice to notice, but she was short and shapely, with great legs and a nice, round ass and hips that tapered into a tiny, tight waist capped with firm, full breasts.

But I digress.

Always the voyeur, I admired her legs, running my gaze up her muscular calves as I helped her ease out of the car. She moved hips first, and I smiled as her legs spread open, surprising me with a nice crotch shot.

I should possibly note here that she was wearing a pair of black stockings under her light grey skirt. Very nice.

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down and straightened her suit jacket.

"Thanks." Susan smiled up at me. Even in heels, the top of her head barely reached my chin.

"Don’t mention it." I smiled back at her. "You’re here early today."

She shut the door and locked her car. She shrugged.

"We’re out of session," she explained, "and I’ve got a long weekend, so I was going to stock up on girl-flicks, pizza and ice cream, then lock myself in the house and work on getting fat."

She patted her stomach. No way was she going to be getting fat anytime soon, and I took the opportunity to flirt a little.

"Fat. Right."

"You think I’m kidding? I’ve gained so much weight since I hurt my back, it’s not funny."

"Huh," I said, twirling my finger in a circle. "Let’s see."

She gave me a strange look.

"Now you’re kidding."

"Nope," I grinned. "Let’s check you out."

A slow grin spread across her face, and she raised her arms and did a quick little turn for me.

"Well? Everything you hoped for?" she asked.

Hell yes.

"I was gonna go for a bite to eat...how about keeping me company?"

Susan’s mouth popped open.

"You’re serious."

I twirled my car keys.

"Time’s a-waistin’, and there’s a little bistro downtown calling my name."

This was totally out of left field for her, and I wanted to see how game she might be.

It just took her a second to make up her mind.

"Yeah. Okay, sure." She looked at my keys. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"

Gotcha, I thought.

I drove.

The downtown metro area had once been a thriving seaport back in the 1800’s. Most of the current skyscrapers and businesses had been built over the old buildings, or the old architecture had just been reclaimed and refitted for modern use. Rumor has it that a number of secret entryways connected many, if not all of the older buildings to a huge, elaborate network of tunnels running underground that stretched from the wharves and docks back for miles out into the hills and towards the current industrial areas.

Supposedly the tunnels were used for smuggling every sort of contraband under the sun: alcohol, drugs, weapons, and women - you name it - even as recently as the early 1940’s and ‘50’s. Folks new in town, venturing out into the bars and other, less savory establishments for a night of gambling, drink and fun might find themselves drugged and shanghaied, waking up on a ship somewhere at sea. Some of the surviving bars and hotels now boasted of ghosts and hauntings, spirits left over from the wild frontier days.

The tunnels and the entries to them, if really there were any, had been filled in and boarded up by court order back in the late 1950’s. Melvin, while doing some construction in one of his porn shops, had stumbled onto the entries for dozens of the tunnels.

Melvin explored his find a little and found that, for the most part, the tunnels were still in decent shape. So he excavated and turned the tunnels running under his property into a playground for the more adventurous swingers in town.

He calls his deviant little theme park ‘The Maze’.

And, as in the old days, if you decide to venture inside, into the tunnels, looking for whatever twisted sexual thrill you might find, you do it at your own risk. Melvin swears some people, entering of their own free will, haven’t come back out, and he won’t go in looking for them.

Or so he says.

It’s a nice little bit of publicity that spread around the underground sex scene like wildfire. Now there’s rarely a night when the sex crowd doesn’t turn out in force, waiting to try their luck down in the Maze.

Here’s the way The Maze works: The tunnels open for business at midnight, and stay open until the early hours of the morning. The customer picks one of about a dozen doors, each leading to a certain type of fantasy scenario. Once you enter into the tunnel system, the heavy steel door shuts behind you and locks automatically, forcing you even deeper into the maze to try to find your way out.

Hopefully.

The tunnels don’t just run in a straight line to an exit door. They twist and turn, doubling back in on themselves or branching out and leading to dead ends, different rooms, and the like. A couple of them wander on for miles. As you hunt for the exits, you have the opportunity to participate in whatever type of illicit scenario you stumble into.

Each tunnel has ‘em, and most have several different variations of a theme. And with some scenarios, well, with some you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Melvin has created some really perversely twisted surprises for anyone who decides to try their luck, and every type of fantasy is catered to. Just to keep things fresh, he changes the scenarios once a month.

Plus, every corner of the excavated tunnels are monitored with video cameras, and, legal implications be damned, everybody in the Maze gets filmed and the video is recorded and feeds right into the store proper, playing on big screens for the enjoyment of the customers while they shop or wait to get into the tunnels themselves.

Again, the idea, the supposed risk, is the draw for most of the thrill seekers. And it’s been a cash cow for Melvin.

One of my new slaves, Nancy, followed me to the store a few months ago. Not the best decision on her part, maybe. She ended up getting attacked by a horny batch of customers, who chased her into the Maze. They caught her and raped her in a tunnel, until she bit one of them when he tried to force her to suck his cock.

Nancy managed to escape from the rapists, but Melvin and Angela found her just a few minutes later. She spent the next week chained, gagged, and filmed while being raped repeatedly by Angela, Mel and about twenty of their drugged up flunkies.

All in payment for a suit of clothes that Nancy thought I’d like to see her wear.

When they gave Nancy back to me, Angela was kind enough to send her along with a copy of the movie they made, as well as the clothes they put her through hell to get. I spent another week breaking Nancy in for myself, and once in a while, even now, I force her to watch the video while I fuck her in the ass.

You might ask how this all came about, and what any of this has to do with my lunch with Susan.

I’ll try to fill you in as we go along.

We had a small wait at the restaurant. I chose this particular restaurant for a couple different reasons: It was really trendy, and I knew the chef.

Always good to know the staff when you’re trying to impress the snobby date.

And my friend Jeff, the chef, had told me about finding one of the old tunnel entries buried deep in a corner of the basement here. The building the restaurant was in dated back to the roaring heyday of the frontier.

I wanted my own access to the tunnels that ran under the downtown area, and unknowingly, Jeff had given me that access. So I wanted to check out the restaurant a little.

And Susan’s husband owned the property.

The hostess flashed us a perfect, toothy smile when we walked in. I mentioned that Jeff had recommended that I stop by for a snack. Dropping his name was enough for her to whisk us past the early dinner crowd gathered in the bar, and she led us into the restaurant to a booth with a great view of the busy street outside.

A pair of attractive women seated at a table whispered and turned their heads as we passed. They looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them, and I forgot about them as I helped Susan slide into the booth.

The hostess introduced us to our waitress, a tattooed and pierced young blonde, as I slipped into the other side of the booth, facing Susan, my back to the women at the other table. The waitress rattled off the evening specials, and after she took our drink order I snuck a look around.

Jeff and his partner had gutted the space when they moved in, and refurbished it themselves. The space was large and wide open, but the way the booths were organized, each table had - almost - complete privacy.

The waitress returned with a carafe of ice water, a red wine for Susan and an ice tea for me. She poured each of us a glass of water, took our orders and left us alone.

Susan sipped her wine.

"Seems nice," she said. "Have you eaten here before?"

I shook my head.

"No, but I know one of the owners. As far as the food goes, anything he cooks or tells me to try, I’ll eat." I spread my napkin out on my knee. "How about you?"

"No. I eat out a lot because of work, but I’ve never been here. I guess I’m a guinea pig, then?"

I grinned and squeezed some lemon into my tea.

She was staring at something behind me.

"You’ve caused quite a commotion back there." She nodded her head back the way we came.

"What do you mean?"

"Those women we passed got pretty worked up after they saw you. They haven’t stopped staring at me since we sat down." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Here comes one now."

I thought she was teasing me, until a familiar voice said, "Hi Matt."

I was married for a few years, and for a few years I had in-laws and a niece and nephew, who I’d managed to completely lose track of.

I looked up to find my old sister-in-law, Laura, smiling at me.

"Hi." I said.

After my divorce, I lost all contact with Laura and her husband, Ken. In fact, the last time I saw Laura, she’d fallen asleep on a couch after making a drunken pass at me during her housewarming party.

Ken was upwardly-mobile and Laura was obsessed with appearances, so seeing her here shouldn’t have surprised me at all. It didn’t really. This was the perfect spot for her to hang out. In fact, now that I thought about it, I recognized the other two women at the table with her from the night of that party.

"Katie said it was you!"

Laura held out her arms to me, and I stood up and gave her a hug.

It felt fantastic.

I remembered her smell from before, like the faint smell of flowers in a spring breeze, and I remembered the feel of her body against mine from few minutes we spent on the couch together at the party.

Laura and I had flirted on and off since we’d met, when she was engaged to Ken and I’d first started dating my ex-wife Jennifer. It seemed pretty innocent stuff, then, and over time Laura had slowly molded herself from a frumpy, chubby young woman into a hip, rather sexy yuppie.

We’d both gone through some changes over the years.

Reluctantly, I pushed away and had a look at her. She looked older than I remembered. She’d always been full-figured, with a tiny waist, and she’d put on a little weight. The extra weight looked good on her, rounding out her hips and filling out her breasts. She’d changed her hairstyle, too, from the short ponytail she used to wear. Now her ash-blonde hair was clipped short, close to her head in the back and around the sides, but she’d left her bangs long. She wore a beret shaped like a small rose in her hair that pulled her bangs so they hung down around her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of tan Capri pants and tennis shoes, with a black sweater over a white t-shirt.

I wondered how I could have forgotten about her.

She was looking me up and down, too.

"Wow. Matt, you look great." She had a curious look on her face. "You look...bigger."

I cleared my throat.

"Personal trainer."

"Really?"

I grinned. "No. Really, just good, clean living."

Her mouth made a little ‘O’ as she took that in. I managed to disengage myself and introduced my date.

"Laura this is Susan. Susan, this is Laura."

The two women glared at each other over gritted teeth. I sat back down and wondered if there was going to be a cat fight.

Laura turned back to me and left Susan grimacing into her drink.

"You look wonderful too," I said. "It’s been a long time."

We made small talk for few minutes, the way old acquaintances do, while Susan watched us quietly.

"You should call sometime, Matt," she said. "I’m sure Ken would like to get together for dinner, or..."

I grinned. I liked Ken, but hanging out with him now that I was on shitty terms with his sister didn’t really appeal to me.

"I dunno, Laura. I..."

Then she got excited and snapped her fingers.

"Hey! How would you like to go to the art festival with me, like we used to talk about?"

That was something else I’d forgotten about.

Laura and Ken had gone through a phase where they decided to collect ‘art’, and were enamored of this particular local painter. During a short period of flirtation, Laura had asked me to go with her to this weekend long festival.

I was never sure of Laura’s motives when she invited me, but mine sure weren’t pure when I agreed to go. And Ken and Jennifer didn’t seem to be aware of any issues regarding the two of us shacked up in a hotel alone for a weekend.

Unfortunately, it never happened.

"There’s one coming up in a few weeks, and I was going to go by myself, ‘cause Ken’s going to be out of town." She rummaged around in her purse and found a pen.

"Here, let me give you my cell number."

She scribbled a phone number on a napkin and handed it to me.

I glanced at it. "I still have your home phone somewhere too. I think."

She looked a little uncomfortable.

"We moved again, out to Westlake, and Ken wanted to get rid of our land lines when we bought the new house."

I caught Susan’s expression out of the corner of my eye. Ken was a big-time computer geek, and his firm was under contract with a bunch of the large, better-known companies in town. I knew he was earning some serious money, but they must be doing better than I thought to afford a place in Westlake.

Even Susan, whose husbands’ net-worth was easily in the umpteen-millions, raised her eyebrows.

"So this is the best way to get a hold of you?" I asked.

"Right."

Laura looked over at her friends, who were arguing over their bill. She leaned over, and her scent wafted past me again as she kissed me on the cheek.

"I should probably go." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "Call me if you want to come along?"

I nodded.

She spared a glance at Susan as she left the table.

"Nice to meet you. Hope you have a nice dinner."

Susan gave her a little, tight smile as Laura walked off.

"She seems...nice. How, um, do you know her?"

I grinned. A little jealousy right off the bat. That was a good sign.

We spent most of the meal talking about my minute-long marriage, and Susan slowly unwound after a few glasses of wine. Eventually the conversation wound its way back to her marriage and her kids. I asked her why she was spending the weekend alone, without her kids. She told me that they already made plans with their dad to go up to the mountain and spend the weekend camping.

Midway through the main course, she excused herself to use the ladies room.

I pulled out my cell phone and watched her butt swish as she walked back to the restrooms.

Melvin answered after the second ring. I told him where I was, and who I was with, and he chuckled in disbelief.

"Don’t fuck with me Matt."

I grinned at Susan’s ass as she slipped into the restroom.

"Never, Mel. She just went to the ladies room, so I need to make this quick. Remember what we talked about at the convention?"

"Of course I do."

"This is the perfect opportunity to start."

"You’re shitting me." I heard him puff on one of his ever-present cigars. "You’re serious, huh."

"Like a heart attack. But we don’t have a lot of time, Mel. You’re in or you’re out, no qualms."

He was quiet for a heartbeat, and then, "What do we need to do?"

I outlined my plan and gave him some quick instructions. When I finished, he chuckled again, and it was an unpleasant sound.

"You want Angela in on this?"

"No, not now." I’d considered it, but this wasn’t quite her thing.

"We’re gonna need some muscle."

"Yeah, I know. My man Roscoe is back in town. We’ll use him."

I could picture Melvin rolling his eyes. "Do I know him?"

"No, but he likes hurting people. You’ll like him."

"All right. I’ll get everything moving. You need anything else?"

"Nope. But we’re going to try out your new stuff this weekend, too."

He whistled. In addition to his other interests, Melvin also dabbled in some designer drugs. I didn’t need to use them to get what I wanted from Susan tonight, but Melvin had been itching for a situation to try them out.

"Damn. I love you like a son, Matt. You know that, dont’cha? After this, we should get together with Angela and celebrate."

I grimaced. It was another story, but Angela had been trying to bed me since Melvin introduced us. And as twisted as my sexual appetites had become, the last thing I wanted was Angela’s dick in my ass.

Or mine in hers, for that matter.

"Mel, you call me if you need me. I’m going to keep Susan busy tonight, but I’ll be by in the morning."

I told him how to get in touch with Roscoe, and we hung up.

Susan was still in the restroom, so I had still had a little time. I fished a little paper packet from my pocket, tore it open, poured its powdery contents into Susan’s water and stirred it in.

I wiped my spoon clean as Susan walked back to the table. She wobbled a bit as she sat back down.

"You okay?" I asked.

She smiled sheepishly. "I’ve been on pain medication since I hurt my back, and I haven’t really had anything to drink for a while." She reached for her water, took a sip. "I’m just a little woozy."

"Maybe we should get a little fresh air," I suggested, "or would you like some dessert to go with that water?"

Susan took another sip and smiled. "I never got my ice cream."

I signaled for our waitress.

 

By the time we finished dessert, she was flushed and breathing rapidly. And after I assured her there was twenty-four hour security at the mall, she agreed with me that it might be a better idea if I drove her home tonight, and she could pick up her car at the store tomorrow.

I drove her home and Susan leaned on me as I walked her to her door.

She had some trouble finding her keys, and I helped her open her front door when she couldn’t get the key in the lock.

I wished her a good-night with a kiss on the cheek, and she threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me.

Looked like Mel’s little concoction was working just fine.

I enjoyed the kiss, sucking on her little wet tongue as it poked into my mouth. She panted as she kissed me, with quick, hot bursts, and I could taste the wine on her breath. She played with my hair, and I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, then pushed her away.

Susan grabbed for me, but I held her by her shoulders, looked into her half-shut eyes and said, "Susan, are you sure you want to do this?"

She tried to focus, blinking rapidly, then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the house.

We made it into her living room, and she tripped and fell on the floor. I shut and locked the door, and turned to find her down on her knees and elbows, her ass up in the air and her head rolling, panting like a dog. I placed my foot on her ass, and her face mashed into her carpet.

I grinned as she moaned, her butt wriggling in the air. She was conscious, but just barely.

There’s something about a woman’s ass poking up at me that just blows me away, and I’d wanted to fuck this one for a long time now.

Melvin once told me that he never understood why men just didn’t pay for a night with a prostitute instead of dating women. His reasoning was that the price of an evening with a pro was usually about the same as an evening out with some regular bitch, and with a hooker, you always knew you’d be getting some at the end of the date.

I figured that tonight I’d spent enough on dinner to justify fucking Susan.

So I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants, just about that fast. I dropped to my knees behind Susan and unzipped her skirt, slipping it down over her hips until it bunched around her knees, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping her crotch.

She moaned, and her butt jerked up a little higher, pushing her pussy against my hand. A dark, wet patch stained her stockings, and I ripped them open, splitting them up her ass, then grabbed her black panties and ripped them apart too.

I pulled her bare ass closer, and leaned over and shoved my tongue into her pussy, making Susan groan again and shove her ass against my face.

I really hate going down on women, on general principle, but I had fun eating Susan out. By the time I pulled my dick out of my underwear, it was screaming at me to fuck her and she was soaking wet.

I straddled her, my legs outside hers, and pushed the tip of my dick into her pussy. It clamped down on me, and I bent over her back and grabbed her tits through her blouse.

Then I shoved my dick into her as hard as I could.

Susan’s head snapped up and she let out a wail as about six or seven inches, maybe half my cock, pounded into her cunt. I squeezed her tits tighter and held on as her entire body bucked and lurched underneath me.

"OhhhhGoddd...!" Susan cried out and she wiggled and squirmed, but the drug had taken full effect and she didn’t have the strength to fight me off. Her arms couldn’t hold both of our weight, and she collapsed, face first, onto the floor, with my dick keeping her ass propped up in the air.

I pushed harder, slowly, until my belly slapped against her butt, and started ramming my hips against her ass as hard and fast as I could, shoving my cock into her until I came, blowing a load of cum into her so hard it oozed out of her pussy and down her legs.

I rolled her over, my dick still stiff and throbbing, wedged deep in her twat, and I ripped her blouse open down to her navel.

She was wearing a black satin bra that matched her panties.

"Ohhh..."

Her eyes rolled in her head and she drooled down her cheek as I leaned over and pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts. Her tits were amazingly firm; big and juicy, with hard, little brown nipples that stood at attention as I played with them.

"My, my, Susan, what nice titties you have," I chuckled as I ran my hands over her tight belly.

She was in fantastic shape. I could see the smooth muscles in her stomach twitch as I started to slowly fuck her,

Well, well, well, I thought. Look at Mrs. Snooty-Ass, Mrs. Holier-Than-Thou, hot for dick.

She clutched at me with her hands, and I let her pull me down on top of her. I felt the warm flesh of her breasts press flat against my chest and the silk of her stockings as her legs wrapped around my back.

"Fuck me, fuck... me..." she panted.

I pressed my lips on her open mouth. This was going to be a lovely evening.

Susan woke up with a screaming headache.

"Oh, God."

She groaned, threw off the covers and leaned over the side of her bed with her head nestled in her hands, willing the room to stop spinning.

That’s what you get for mixing pain-killer and wine, she thought.

Susan managed to stand up, and shuffled carefully into the bathroom, rubbing her swollen, tender eyes. Susan turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a towel and looked up at herself in the mirror.

"Oh, God," she said again, and her mouth opened in horror, the towel frozen halfway to her face.

She was naked, with bruises that looked like fingers criss-crossing her breasts, her wrists and her ass. Her neck and shoulders were a mass of angry red hickies and bite marks, and more bite marks covered her nipples.

Susan desperately tried to remember what happened last night, but after dinner, only little bits and pieces came back to her.

She remembered feeling a little light headed because of the wine, and going to the restroom to try and clear her head. The walk seemed to help, but then during dessert she started feeling giddy again. And she remembered Matt suggesting that he drive her home. She’d agreed after he had to help her out of the restaurant and back to his car. And then Matt walking her to her porch, and kissing her cheek...

"Oh my God!" Her hand flew up to her mouth. "I threw myself at him!"

More bits came flooding back as her head slowly stopped swimming.

Susan remembered feeling incredibly horny during their drive home, and wondering if Matt knew. Remembered wondering what he’d do if she just leaned over and gave him head, like she used to do for Mike, back when they started dating. She remembered losing control and pulling him into her house, and, and...

"Oh my God!"

Just fragments now. Matt pulling at her clothes, lying on her, his hands moving over her, his mouth on her body. She remembered her first orgasm, the first orgasm she’d had with a man in years, Remembered Matt’s penis ripping into her...

"GgggnnnnOOOOhhh!"

Suddenly her legs quivered and the room spun around her, and Susan almost fell over as a wave of pain and lust ripped through her. She grabbed the counter until the room stopped spinning.

"I can’t believe you let him fuck you," she told herself in the mirror.

Susan shook her head at her own stupidity.

For a second, she wondered if he’d drugged her, and then shook her head again. She’d been with him the entire meal, until she’d gone into the bathroom. She was already pretty drunk by that point, and she’d managed to do that all on her own.

She looked at her body again in the mirror. "Looks like he enjoyed himself," she muttered.

Susan patted her face dry with the towel and dropped it on the counter, then shuffled bow-legged back into the bedroom. She figured Matt left after he was finished, but noticed that the other side of the bed looked slept in. She looked around and found a trail of her clothes leading back into the living room, and followed them down the hall, picking them up as she went, wondering how she made it to bed.

She knew she’d been fucked hard - her pussy ached and her legs were sore - but even with the pain in her crotch, she still felt a little horny. She wondered what Matt looked like this morning. She found herself hoping that he was walking around as tenderly as she was, and grinned.

In the living room, she found her shoes and an open bottle of wine on ice with a card.

"Matt?" Susan looked around, wondering if he was still here.

When he didn’t answer, she dropped her armload of wrinkled clothes on the couch, opened the card, and read to herself:

‘Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you looked like you were going to sleep in and there were a few things I needed to take care of this afternoon. I thought you might be a little hungry when you woke up, so I left some ice cream in the fridge, and there’s pizza to go with the wine. No movies - sorry, the Soaps’ll have to do. Enjoy lunch, and I’ll stop by tonight around 8-ish. Maybe we can go see something later. Matt’

A wonderfully warm little tingle washed through her as she read the letter, settling in her crotch.

Susan realized she was holding her breath and let it out with a whoosh. She tapped the card thoughtfully, and a little smile snuck across her face.

Damn him, she thought, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face. The last thing I need right now is to have an affair.

Lately, her career was glowing. In another four years, with her record and recent accomplishments - plus the help of Mike’s family name - she might have a realistic shot at Washington. She sighed, exasperated with herself. She and Mike had been so careful when they finally decided to split up and live alone - appearances were everything in their businesses. That was one of the few things they’d ever agreed on, and now Susan felt absolutely stupid to have been seen in public with Matt.

Inwardly, she kicked herself again. Who knew if anyone got any pictures of them together, or what kind of gossip might be circulating.

She couldn’t get involved with a scandal. Not now, not with the decency bill still bouncing around, waiting for the voters. News of this would kill the bill and make her a laughing stock in her firm, in politics, even her social circles.

What the hell got into her, kissing him out on her porch, for all the neighbors to see? And drunk, too? God, just how dumb could she be?

Memory of the hickies and bruises covering her body popped back into her mind, and Susan groaned. How was she going to hide those? It was almost summertime; she couldn’t just pull a turtleneck over them.

She dropped the card and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it while she pondered damage control.

How bad was this really?

Susan knew several of her female colleagues in both law and politics who kept lovers. But they were typically college students who were happy getting laid once or twice a week in return for a decent apartment, not grown men with a life of their own.

Susan wondered if Matt would settle for just a one-night stand.

Not that Matt wasn’t attractive. She’d always thought he was kind of cute, and he’d always been a flirt, even when she was still married. But if anyone found out that she was sleeping with some regular guy with no money, no aspirations...!

Well, that wouldn’t do.

She curled up naked on the couch with her glass and tried to think things out. The wine was making her warm, and she felt an odd tingling spreading through her. It made her smile, and she rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation.

A brief memory, just a flash from last night flitted through her mind, of Matt, lying on top of her, his penis buried in her, gently stroking her stomach.

Susan almost spilled her wine as a wave of horniness flooded through her. She closed her eyes and remembered what she could of him last night, touching her.

She smiled at herself, and her thinking made a complete about-face.

"You got laid," she said out loud. "You got laid, you seduced him and brought him home and you got laid."

Susan shook her head, that crazy little smile stealing back over her face. She suddenly felt almost proud of herself for getting a little out of control.

Matt was the first man she’d slept with since her separation. Even when she and Mike were living together the last few years, they never shared the same bed. And now she was always so damned busy with either work or dealing with her kids, she didn’t have a social life outside of the business dinners or political functions.

Susan sipped her wine, pondering that thought.

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let him come over tonight, if she were careful. They could stay in for the evening and watch movies, or she could cook him dinner, and…

She grinned again, blushing, as a wild thought hit her out of nowhere. Susan felt her pussy get wet.

"Maybe I’ll seduce him while we’re eating." She set her glass on the table, licked her lips and closed her eyes, fantasizing. "I’ll sit on his lap and feed him dessert with my fingers, and..."

Susan touched herself and her eyes fluttered closed as a warm, wet flood gushed over her hand. She squirted all over her legs and the couch as she climaxed.

"Oh sh-shit..."

She’d never done that before. Not...ejaculating, like a man.

Susan kept rubbing her clit until her hips jerked and her orgasm subsided. She jumped up as her cum dripped down the inside of her legs and soaked the couch. She shook the moisture from her hand.

Oh God, I’m horny, she thought. And look at me. Here I am, trying to get smut banned from the state, and suddenly I’m masturbating over some guy who had sex with me while I was drunk enough to pass out.

Her stomach growled as she wiped at the wet beads running down her thighs.

She stepped towards the kitchen to hunt down that pizza, and thought again of Matt naked, here in her house with her.

Yeah, she thought. Okay.

Maybe she could him around for a little while longer.

If she was careful.

Susan ate lunch, thinking how sweet Matt had been to bring her food, trying to ignore the hot tingling in her pussy.

Afterwards, she was still horny, enough to need a cold shower to try to cool off. It seemed to help. A little.

After her shower Susan slipped on a silk bathrobe and tried to watch television, snacking on the ice cream and sipping at the wine, but she kept fantasizing about what she wanted to do to Matt later, and she couldn’t seem to pay any attention.

She turned off the television, sighing.

He owed her for last night, she figured.

Susan took a bite of the ice cream and wondered if he’d lick her pussy if she put some down there for him to enjoy.

"Here’s your dessert, Matt," Susan said out loud with a giggle, and she shivered with pleasure as she used her finger to smear a glob of ice cream over her pussy. She spread her legs and rubbed it in. The ice cream was cold and sticky. She dabbed another finger-full onto her crotch, and her nipples popped up.

"Oh. Would you like some there, too?" She asked the empty room. Susan ran her finger around the inside of the container and plopped a dollop of ice cream over each nipple.

"Well, come and get it," she giggled to herself, and spread her legs.

I’m going to need another shower after this, she thought, and closed her eyes.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Susan had finished off half the pizza, most of the ice cream and all the wine.

Three more cold showers later, and she was so horny she could barely sit still.

Around four o’clock, Susan had a sexual epiphany, and she hunted through boxes in her closet until she found an old vibrator someone had given her as a joke back in college. She managed to find some batteries that still worked in a junk drawer, and she spent the next several hours naked and spread-eagled on her bed, masturbating.

Where the hell is he? She thought, desperately jabbing the dildo into her soaking wet pussy. The dildo was slippery in her hand and the bedding underneath her was saturated with her pussy juice.

It seemed like the more she came, the more she needed to fuck.

This isn’t helping at all, she thought.

Somehow she knew she needed to fuck Matt.

When Susan finally heard the doorbell ring, she was in the middle of a rip-roaring orgasm. She was coming so hard and moaning so loudly that she missed the bell on the first ring, and she had to literally sit on the hand holding the dildo, breathlessly forcing herself to listen for the bell to ring again.

Nothing.

Susan almost wept out of sheer frustration. Her crotch was burning like it was on fire, and the only thing she wanted was...

Wait. There it was again.

Susan bolted out of bed and ran to her front door. She pulled it open and stood there, naked and panting. Matt stood just outside, his finger halfway back to the ringer with a look of complete surprise.

"Hi," he grinned at her, and Susan launched herself out the door, jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him wildly. She felt her pussy rub against his shirt and she groaned, her need for him welling back up like a hunger.

Fuck the neighbors, she thought. She was so horny now she would’ve fucked him right here on the steps, in plain view of God and the world.

"Oh God, finally..."

Susan rained kisses on Matt as he carried her awkwardly inside and kicked the door shut. He tried to set her down but she slid to the floor and fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unbuckled.

"Hey!" Matt caught her wrists, and she shoved her face against his crotch until he pushed her roughly away.

"Oh please, Matt, please, I can’t wait. Please let me fuck you," she begged breathlessly, straining to get her hands on him.

Matt grinned at her flushed face, her disheveled hair. But he tightened his grip and pushed her back onto the floor, and sat on her chest.

Then he noticed the smell.

"Lordy, Sue, you smell like a rotting clam."

Susan moaned as her body took his weight, and she wiggled underneath him. Her hands groped at him until he pinned her arms under his knees.

He cupped her face, forcing her to look away from his crotch. "Looks like you’ve been having some, uh, fun while I was gone."

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, oh please," she gasped. He grinned again.

"Persistent little twat. I can see why you’re such a good politician." He patted her face.

She squirmed.

"Please Matt; I need you...right now, I..."

He shook her head with his hands, making her cheeks wiggle.

"You know, Sue, I won’t turn you down, but I’m going to make you a deal. You want to hear it?"

Susan tried to calm down. "O-okay."

"Okay. Here’s the deal." Matt gently played with her hair as he spoke. "We’re going to take this slow tonight, okay?"

She nodded.

"Good. First, since you’re so God-awful horny, I’ll let you give me a little blow job. How does that sound?"

Susan began panting uncontrollably, and a giddy smile lit up her face.

"Looks like that’s a yes. Cool."

Matt unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as he spoke.

"If you can make me come, we’ll get you cleaned up and dressed so you look cute, and then we’ll go to a movie like I promised." He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand, pulling her head towards him. "I’ll give you a bath and dress you myself." Susan moaned and almost came at the thought. "Then after the movie, I promise you’ll get all the sex you can handle. Deal?"

Susan managed to nod again, licking her lips.

"Good girl."

He used his free hand to yank his pants down under his crotch and his dick plopped out onto Susan’s upturned face and slid off one side.

He was huge, bigger than she’d imagined, more than twice the size of the dildo she’d been jacking off with earlier. She looked at his cock with a mixture of lust and fear, wondering how she was able to take him last night, finally realizing why her pussy was so sore.

I must’ve been really drunk, she thought.

He grabbed his dick and plopped it back onto her face. It was hot and sweaty, and Susan licked him with the little pink tip of her tongue, making his cock twitch.

She grinned up at him and began slowly running her tongue up and down the bottom of his dick, watching it grow, until it hovered, pulsing, just above her face. He was so big; she wondered how he didn’t get dizzy and pass out from blood loss to his head.

Matt lifted his ass off her chest, his knees and all of his weight pressing hard into her upper arms.

Susan sucked in air as pain bolted up her arms.

"Oww..."

His dick slid down her face and Matt pushed the swollen, purple head into her mouth, cutting off her air with a gurgle.

Her eyes bulged with pain and shock, and she kicked and thrashed under him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms completely to the floor, shoving his dick deeper into her mouth. Susan heard her jaws crack as Matt used his hips to fuck her face, pushing harder with each thrust, forcing his cock into throat.

He never pulled out, just kept fucking her deeper and deeper. Susan gagged and vomited around his cock, spewing burning bile out from her nose, and she saw spots as her vision slowly turned red and hazy. She knew she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and could feel her body getting weaker and weaker. She didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, and her legs stopped kicking and just flopped to the floor, twitching.

She barely noticed when he was fully buried in her mouth, when his heavy balls smacked her chin and he started to viciously pump in and out of her mouth, pounding her head against the floor.

Susan listened to the smacking sound as his balls whacked her face, and she slowly faded away.

Suddenly, Matt jerked once and groaned. He squeezed her wrists painfully tight as he shot his load, filling her throat with hot, salty cum. He jerked again, spurting more of the sticky fluid into her, and then he slowly pulled out.

Tears of shame and fear and lust ran down the sides of her face as Susan choked and coughed the vomit and cum out of her nose and throat.

"Whooo-boy!"

Matt patted her face and sat back on her stomach, stroking himself and rubbing his thick, wet cock on her tits. Another little twitch sent another spurt of hot cum into the air and over her shoulder, and he sighed happily. He still had her upper arms pinned under his knees, but he’d let go of her hands, and Susan grabbed his dick in a death grip.

He’d almost killed her, but she’d never felt so fucking horny. Still gasping for breath, she started licking him clean.

"That’s my girl," he smiled down at her and pinched her nipples.

When she’d cleaned him to her satisfaction, she wiped the spooge off her face and grinned up at him.

"Did I do a good job?"

He stood up and she grabbed for him. Pins and needles exploded in her numb arms as the blood began to circulate again.

"A very good job."

Matt bent over, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making her giggle again.

"All right. Let’s go pick out some clothes."

As he carried her into the bedroom, patting her bare ass, Susan wondered just what the hell was happening to her.

The bedroom smelled musky, of sex.

Matt took a look at the vibrator lying on the bed and the big, wet bed-stain and grinned.

"Nice dildo, Sue." He patted her ass again.

She grimaced, embarrassed.

"I wouldn’t have needed it if you’d stayed with me today."

Matt carried Susan into the bathroom, propped her up in the shower and turned on the water. He stepped out of his clothes, and then slipped into the shower with her, taking her into his arms.

She melted into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

"Uh-uh. Not until you’ve brushed your teeth, kiddo. Your breath smells awful."

Her hands flew to her mouth, remembering the vomit.

What the hell did he expect after that, minty fresh?

He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, holding her tight, and kissed her neck.

Susan felt his dick slide up the inside of her leg, and she pushed her ass against him, bending over, reaching for him between her legs. She gripped his cock, marveling at how big he was, and guided him to her pussy.

This is what she’d been waiting for all fucking day.

She spread her legs wide and braced her hands on the tile wall of the shower, arching her back to give him better access to her body. He grabbed her around her waist, and she gasped as he pushed into her.

"Oh God!"

Susan pushed her ass against him, urging him on. It hurt, but her pussy was so relaxed from her day of masturbating that he slid right in. She felt him cup her breasts and pull her closer to him.

He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear:

"Whose little bitch are you, Sue? Are you my little bitch?"

She managed to lick her lips and nod as she ground her ass against his crotch.

"I want you to say it, Sue. I want to hear you say it."

Susan touched his face, ran her hand through his wet hair as she shower poured down on them. She tipped her head as he nuzzled the soft flesh of her neck.

She licked her lips again.

"I’m yours Matt."

"All mine?"

She nodded blissfully.

"All yours. I’m...all y-yours. Your l-l-little bitch."

Her orgasm flooded over her, and she felt her own hot juice running down her legs as Matt, her man, slowly, gently fucked her from behind.

 

Afterwards, they toweled each other dry, and he let her brush his hair. Susan liked the way he looked naked. He was tall and his body was tan and rugged and hard, with a light dusting of hair around his groin and chest, on his arms and legs.

Susan mentally compared him with her husband, and suddenly decided she had no idea why she’d ever been attracted to Mike. He was just never her type, except for maybe his intellect. Physically, Matt was so much bigger than Mike - in every way. Even now, soft and flaccid, his cock was massive. She ran her finger the length of him and cupped his balls. They were soft and heavy in her hand. She thought carrying that load around must be uncomfortable.

Susan jumped a little as his cock throbbed, then grinned at him.

"What do you do when you get horny?"

He looked at her with a goofy smile.

"You mean like a few minutes ago?"

She blushed.

"No, no, I mean, when you’re dressed. How do you...you know...carry it?"

"Oh..." He nodded. "It likes to ride straight up, but it pretty much does whatever it wants to do, and pokes wherever it wants to poke."

"Don’t you...I don’t know, have any control?"

He grinned. "Over my dick? Not a bit."

Mike did the same thing."

Matt grinned again. Sometimes he wondered that himself.

"Maybe it is."

"Does it make you do stuff?"

Matt blinked at her, and took the hairbrush from her.

"Like what?"

She shrugged and reached for her toothbrush.

"I don’t know. Like...like..." she shook her head again. "I don’t know. Mike used to say that all men thought with their dicks."

He grinned again, giving her an odd look.

"Wow. What a vocabulary. When did Miss Little Goodie-Goodie start swearing?"

Susan thought about that as she squirted some toothpaste onto the brush and ran it under the faucet.

"Apparently about a day ago, right after we had lunch together."

"Huh. And it’s all my fault, I take it?"

She grinned and pressed her ass into him again.

Matt quietly brushed her hair while she scrubbed her teeth. She enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed against her, suddenly feeling a little horny again.

He set the brush on the counter as she rinsed her mouth and turned back to him, smiling.

"There." She showed him her teeth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Better?"

He picked her up and kissed her, and she closed her eyes as he cupped her ass and sat her down on the counter.

"Better," he agreed.

Susan felt something poking against her crotch, and looked down to see his dick, hard and throbbing again, pushing into her.

"I thought we needed to go," she whispered.

"It’s okay, everybody can wait for us.

Everybody, who? She wondered.

He kissed her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to her.

"Just one more for the road."

Her body twitched as he entered her, and she knocked her toothbrush clattering into the sink.

"Okay. Just...o-one...m-m-more..."

Unbelievable, Susan thought. I’m still...horny.

Her pussy was burning up, and little beads of moisture still dripped down her legs.

She shook her head.

Here I am, she thought, naked with a man I barely know, who’s just fucked me silly twice - hell, almost choked me to death with his cock - after spending all day playing with myself, and I can’t get enough.

It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was like an overwhelming physical need.

Matt had just stepped into the bedroom after they’d finished their last bout of lovemaking, leaving her in the bathroom.

Something in her body screamed at her the minute he left the room and Susan had a completely irrational, crazy feeling that he was going to leave. She bolted out of the bathroom after him, and almost knocked him over as he bent over and picked up his clothes.

The sight of him bent over with his ass in the air sent the room spinning around her, and she had to grab him to keep from falling down.

"Hey!" he laughed at her as she clutched him in a panic.

This definitely isn’t normal, she thought.

Matt was more right than he knew when he called her a goody-two-shoes. Until Mike, she’d only had a couple boyfriends during high school and college. She never had the time, or any interest, really. And those didn’t stay around very long, after they learned that her education and then her career came first, before anything else.

She’d been a virgin until her senior year in college, until a friend invited her to a party in the football dorm with him.

Susan closed her eyes at the memory. He’d given her a cup of punch, telling her that she didn’t have to drink if she didn’t want to. The punch was good, and she’d actually started to wind down and enjoy herself. A cup or two later, though, and the party was swimming around her, and her ‘friend’ had her pinned to a couch, ripping at her clothes.

She woke up two days later, back at her room, naked and alone, looking and feeling a lot like she had when she woke up this morning. Even now, she had no idea how many times she’d been raped while she was unconscious, or how she got back to her dorm.

Later, Susan learned that she wasn’t the only girl invited to the parties and molested. In fact, it was a party ritual: every weekend, a couple girls who weren’t with the jock click were lured to the party and drugged, then raped, by whoever wanted them over a period of a couple days.

They were just another party favor.

Susan reasoned that she was lucky; she never got pregnant, never caught any diseases. The whole experience was awful, but she never reported it, and could only remembered bits of what happened.

It was her one dirty secret, her shame.

Susan kept it to herself, never telling anyone. Instead, she used the experience to motivate herself, and eventually, she managed to turn it into a positive, a good thing. She’d finished at the top of her law class, and she met Mike at his father’s firm, after she’d been hired to manage their corporate accounts.

Mike pursued her for months until she broke down and started to date him. And Susan had tried to forget the rape when they finally made love, when they decided to get married and have children.

She tried, but it was always at the back of her mind, and never quite went away. It defined her emotionally and she built her career on the seed of what happened to her. It had slowly poisoned her relationship with Mike, and her kids…

But now, with Matt...

She knew she wasn’t being herself. The coincidences were so strong...

Susan wondered again if somehow she’d been drugged. But it still didn’t make sense. All the sex/rape drugs she’d ever heard of in the course of her work didn’t make you...excited. They knocked you out, or at best just made you incapable of any action. And not for more than a few hours or so...

Maybe she’d just got drunk. And whatever inhibitions she had hit the wind when he took her home. After all, she’d been the one to actually pull him into the house last night.

Susan shook her head a little. She’d definitely lost her inhibitions. Letting him fuck her on her bathroom counter? Mike could barely get her to spread her legs for him in bed, much less in the shower or anywhere else.

She picked up Matt’s shirt, and he let her dress him. She used the chance to explore his body. When she finally buckled his belt, locking away his penis, she felt a moment of…what? Something that twisted in her stomach. Loss?

Maybe.

She kissed him through his pants. Maybe she just liked him. Susan sighed, and he grinned at her.

"Don’t worry. Remember, I promised you all the sex you can handle tonight."

It was like he could read her mind. She patted his crotch and stood up.

"Your turn."

She pulled open her dresser and rustled through her clothes.

"What should I wear? Jeans? I haven’t been out to a movie in a long time."

"Ah-ah-ah. No-no-no. No jeans." He pulled her away and sat her on the bed. "I told you I was going to get you ready, you just sit tight."

He stepped back and looked at her.

"Okay. I dig the prim schoolteacher look you’ve got going, but we’re gonna sex you up a little. Where’s your best lingerie?"

Susan grinned and pointed to the top drawer of her dresser.

"In here?" She nodded and Matt opened the drawer. She saw him whistle to himself.

"Do you actually wear this stuff?" He pulled out a lacy white satin bra, and a black garter belt with a pair of black silk stockings.

Susan blushed.

"Yeah, but not because...I mean, I like to feel pretty. You don’t like them?"

Matt cocked his eyebrow and knelt by her feet.

"What’s not to like? Call me an old fashioned chauvinist, but I think women should dress like this all the time."

He slipped the garter belt up her legs and Susan lifted her hips off the bed to help him.

"Really?"

He grinned. "You bet. Old Hugh got it right."

She was confused.

"Who?"

"No, ‘Hugh’.

She groaned. "Stop that. I mean, who are you talking about?"

"You ever read Playboy?"

She shook her head.

"Are you kidding?"

He grinned again.

"Well, Hugh - Hef - makes all the women who pose for the magazine look very soft and sweet. I’ve had a lingerie fetish since I was a kid."

He rolled up her stockings and she closed her eyes as he slipped them up her thighs. She’d forgotten how cool and smooth the silk felt against her skin. He attached the stockings to the belt with their little clamps, and pulled her to her feet.

"Keep your arms up. Just like that."

He pulled the bra straps over her arms and reached around her to clasp the back. She kissed his neck as she felt him struggle with the snaps, and giggled at him.

"Hey, look, don’t mock me, I prefer leaving these things on," he said, grinning back at her. "Or I just rip ‘em off. I’m not a pro at putting them on, especially when I can’t see what I’m doing."

Susan pushed him away and reached behind her back, snapping the hooks into place. She adjusted the straps and cupped her breasts for him.

She remembered a line her son had used on his girlfriend.

"Daddy like?"

Matt laughed and pinched her ass.

"Very perky."

He pulled a black slip out of the drawer, and she leaned against him as she stepped into it.

"Okay. Skirts and blouses," he asked as he settled it around her waist.

She pointed again. "Um, there and there." He bent over and searched through the drawers. "Uh, Matt, what about panties?"

He looked up at her and shook his head.

"Nope."

"But..."

He stood up, holding a white silk blouse and a black skirt.

"I said no." He shook out the blouse. "Now give me your hands."

He slipped the blouse on and buttoned it to the bottom of her breasts, leaving the collar open and showing off her cleavage, and then he buttoned the cuffs around her wrists. She could just make out the soft, lacy outline of her bra through the gauzy material of the blouse.

He shook out the skirt for her and she stepped into it, letting him pull it over her hips, and she helped him tuck in her blouse while he zipped her up. She started to finish buttoning her front, but he smacked her hand.

"Ow!"

"Stop it, then." He looked her up and down. "Jewelry?"

She opened a carved wood box on the dresser, and she grinned when he found her favorite pearl earrings. She felt another small tingle shoot through her body when he put them on for her.

"There’s a necklace that goes with these..." She stopped as he shook his head.

"Good idea, but no again. Do you have a jacket that matches that skirt?"

Susan opened her walk-in closet and searched through her clothes. She pulled out a black jacket and slipped it on. Matt stopped her as she tried to button it.

"Leave it alone." He looked in the closet. "All right. Now shoes. You have any high heels?"

She pulled out a pair of black pumps and slipped them on.

"Perfect."

She turned on the overhead light and looked at herself in the mirror at the back of the closet. Matt held her hands, and she spun for him.

"Okay, just two little things."

"What?"

Matt held her left hand and slowly pulled off her wedding ring.

"We get rid of this."

A flash of guilt ran through her as he tossed it casually onto the floor.

"Oh! Matt, that was..."

"Nothing. That was your old life." He cupped her chin in his hand, made her look him in the eye. "Whose bitch are you?"

"W-what?"

He shook her a little.

"I said, 'whose bitch are you?'"

Fear ran through her for a second, until she remembered the shower.

"I’m your little bitch," she said quietly.

He grinned and grabbed his jacket, pulled something out of his pocket.

"Good. Turn around."

He faced her towards her mirror and stood behind her.

"Hold your hair up, out of the way."

She folded her hair over the top of her head, and a prickling, burning sensation ran through her as he buckled a thick, heavy leather collar around her neck. He put it on tight, and she ran the tip of her finger around its edge.

"There. Now you’re mine."

She stared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

The look on his face scared her a little. He looked at his watch.

"Come on. We need to go."

 

She was horny again, squirming around in her seat, playing with the collar around her neck.

What the hell did he mean, ‘now you’re mine’?

When she asked him again, Matt just smiled at her and said, "Shhh. You’ll see."

So damn weird. But she was definitely ready again, wet and waiting. She had been ever since he buckled on the collar.

The whole business was baffling, and Susan was so distracted, she never thought to ask where they were going, or what they were going to see, until Matt backed into a parking spot and turned off the car.

"Here we are."

He got out and walked around to her side of the car, holding out his hand for her. He helped her out and she looked around.

Susan recognized this place.

They’d driven to one of the oldest sections of town, to the oldest movie house in the state, the Carver Theater. About fifteen years ago, when all the multi-plex theaters started popping up around town, business here had slowed enough that the old owner had sold the Carver for what pittance he could, and the new owner had turned it into a porno house, showing movies for the trench-coat-pervert-kiddie-rapist crowd.

This was one of the places her bill, when it passed, would help get shut down.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

"C’mon. Trust me."

Matt pulled her reluctantly across the street, to the box office, where a fat, bald man sat, smoking a cigar.

"Two, please. Main theater."

Susan was shaking her head. Something about this felt really bad. A warning bell went off - No no no no no - screaming in her head, and the fat man seemed to blur behind the haze of smoke swirling around in the booth.

"That’ll be Fi’teen bucks."

Susan clutched Matt’s arm and the world seemed to spin around her as Matt handed the fat man a twenty dollar bill. The fat man gave him a five and a couple old-fashioned ticket stubs back.

"Good choice, Sonny."

He winked, and gave Susan a nasty, wicked grin.

"Enjoy the show."

Susan could hear him laughing as Matt pulled her inside. They passed a concession counter, where a skinny man missing his front teeth was busy picking his nose.

Matt examined the selection and turned to her.

"Do you want something to drink, or some popcorn?"

She stared at Matt. He seemed to be having a good time.

The skinny man pulled something green and elastic from his nose.

"Oh, God. No!"

Matt shrugged at the skinny man, who rolled his treasure between his thumb and forefinger.

"Nothin’?" He asked.

"Nope. Guess not."

"Thuit yourthelf," he lisped, and flicked the booger into the popcorn. He leaned over the counter and grinned at Susan as Matt led her to a door. "Hey, don’ worry, ‘hon. It juth addth flavor."

Susan shuddered, and Matt opened the door and ushered her into a noisy theater. She stopped short, letting her eyes get accustomed to the gloom.

The theater was huge, with a balcony above them.

Susan guessed there were about thirty or forty rows of seats running up from the old fashioned stage below the movie screen in the front of the theater. Each row was split into three columns, with about ten seats down the middle and four on each end. She had no idea how many the balcony held.

At least seven hundred seats, and every one looked taken. A loud, excited murmur filled the theater like a strange aura of expectation.

Susan looked around, flabbergasted.

"What are we here for?"

"It’s a special surprise."

What the hell is so special about this place, she wondered. She knew the building was so old it was on a list as a state monument. Maybe this was a benefit to renovate the theater.

"Your tickets, sir."

Susan jumped as a huge man, who looked as hairy as a bear and was dressed in an old-fashioned usher’s uniform, detached himself from the wall behind them.

Matt handed him their tickets, and the tall man shined a flashlight on them.

"Right this way, sir."

The creepy usher led them down the aisle.

She snuck her hand through Matt’s arm, for some reason not wanting to leave him even for a second. The loud buzz of voices she heard when they stepped inside quieted to a hush. Susan knew it was just her imagination, but she felt every eye on them as they sat down.

The sudden quiet was overwhelming. Susan felt something like awe directed towards Matt as he settled in, and a barely restrained animosity towards her.

Her little warning bell amped up, but Matt seemed completely relaxed. He smiled at the smelly, stinky creep sitting next to him and they struck up a conversation.

She tried to take in what she could in the gloom as the volume of voices around her slowly rose.

The stage looked real, probably left over from when the building actually had live performances. A small stairwell at each end of the aisles led up to the stage floor and the movie screen. It looked like there was an old, ratty mattress thrown up there, along with some chains and other junk. The room stank of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol, and worse; everybody around her looked like a bum, and they all seemed to be leering drunkenly at her.

If Matt hadn’t been here with her, she would have run screaming from the room.

A scrawny old man sitting to her left gave her a gap-toothed grin, and she leaned against Matt, as far away from the smelly man as possible. Matt smiled at her and patted her thigh, tickling the inside of her leg with his fingers. She felt a little rush of excitement at his touch, and she was instantly wet.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"We should’ve stayed home."

He laughed a little and she moved his hand up her thigh, until it rested on her soft, curly mound. Susan felt her breath catch and she squirmed a little as his hand gently massaged her under her skirt.

God, she thought wistfully, it’s been less than an hour, and all I want to do is fuck him again. I’d even do him in his car.

The room spun around her as Matt’s finger slipped into her pussy, slowly sliding in and out. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs a little for him.

He played with her, and Susan wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with him in his little BMW. Her Lexus would be a lot easier. It was so much roomier... her eyes popped open as she realized that she’d left her car in Matt’s parking lot.

The scrawny old man next to her cackled wetly, coughing up a chunk of phlegm that he spit onto the floor. Susan stared at the man until she realized he was watching Matt rub her pussy.

Oh God, what am I doing?

She grabbed Matt’s hand and pushed it away, slapping her legs together and bolting straight up in her seat. Matt looked at her, surprised, and the scrawny man pointed to his hand and gave Matt a thumbs up.

Susan stared at the stage, blushing furiously as the scrawny man elbowed her arm and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Matt just grinned and rubbed her thigh again.

His touch seemed to calm her down a bit. Susan started to relax as the fat man from the ticket booth was led down the aisle by the huge usher. He climbed the stairs to the stage, and the crowd applauded him. He bowed with a flourish, taking a microphone from the usher, who stepped back into the shadows.

The fat man tapped the microphone, sending a loud whine through the speaker system, and he grinned at his audience.

"Is this thing on?"

The lights dimmed even further, and the screen in back of him flickered to life. The fat man’s image loomed over the crowd.

Susan stared, then blinked, and stared again.

The man’s image on the movie screen was clear as day. But the real man, standing just a few feet in front of her, kept blurring in and out of focus, just like he had when he sold Matt his tickets.

Susan looked away. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice. They just stared up at the stage, laughing at the man’s stupid jokes. Susan closed her eyes and shook her head. She’d assumed that all the smoke in the little booth had obscured her vision before, but now she wasn’t so sure. He still chomped on a cigar, and she could make that and the microphone out fine, but his face was just a dark, black blur.

Susan felt a knot of fear grow deep in her belly. Then she realized he was talking about her.

"And I’d like to welcome a special couple to tonight’s show. My buddy, Matt (a loud round of applause for Matt, who grinned), who you all know organized this little shin-dig, and his... (Susan saw the man’s face clearly for a second, then it melted away until she could just see his eyes, his shiny, beady little black eyes glaring down at her) ...lovely, lovely new friend, the reason we’re all here, your State Rep., Ms. Susan Manning!"

Oh, God! He didn’t just say her name, did he?

Panic surged through Susan as the man linked her with Matt. She felt her carefully constructed career suddenly slipping away.

And then she realized that he’d said ‘Ms.’ Not ‘Mrs. Susan Manning’ - ‘Ms. Susan Manning’. The irrational feeling of dread bubbled up and over, making her shiver.

Up on stage, the fat man was waving in their direction.

"Matt, why don’t you come on up and tell us what we’re going to be seeing tonight."

Susan couldn’t speak. She grabbed at Matt, not wanting him to leave her, but her hands groped at air as he stood up and waved, then bounded up the stairs to the stage to a standing ovation. The usher handed Matt another microphone, and he grinned out at the crowd. The fat man held up his hands, and the applause gradually settled down.

Matt cleared his throat.

"I’m sure you’re all excited to get the movie under way, but I’ll give you a quick introduction. What you’re about to see is a quick cut of footage that we shot last night, so Melvin and I will narrate as we go along." He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up towards the projection booth. "Let’s get rolling, shall we?"

Susan hugged herself, crossing her arms under her breasts, and tried to sink back into her seat.

What the hell could this be? After two nights of complete weirdness, Susan thought she was ready for anything.

She was wrong.

 

The sound of a projector turning clicked away from in back of the theater, and the screen went dark, fading into a shot of a teenage girl, sobbing hysterically and running for her life through a rough-hewn, rocky tunnel.

The film was shot from what looked like a series of video cameras mounted on the walls and roof of the tunnels. It cut choppily from one position to another as the girl ran, turning corners, moving from one tunnel to the next.

The girl was naked except for a few clothes that were ripped and torn. And just steps behind her, an impenetrable black mass of rolling, tentacled shadows pursued her.

The girl caromed off a wall and fell, sliding on a rough, concrete floor. She scrambled with her feet and shot forward again, running full-tilt into a heavy door.

Susan got a good look at the girls face as she jerked the door open, and her hand shot to her mouth.

"Oh God."

Susan’s hand trembled as she recognized the poor girl, her face a mask of fear as she ran from whatever was chasing her.

"Rachel?"

Even as she said her name, Susan knew. The girl on the screen was her daughter.

Matt’s voice cut through the fog of fear that had settled around her, and Susan looked at him, happily smiling down at her from the stage.

"She’s really quite pretty when she’s frightened, isn’t she Sue? I never thought she was attractive before, but watching her now, well..."

Matt paused, and on screen, Rachel threw her slim body against the heavy door, pushing it shut. She was in a dark warehouse, and she turned and cringed like a trapped animal as rows of floodlights snapped on, one by one.

"Here’s our big scene, everybody." Matt told his audience.

Rachel leaned against the door, panting with terror, as a circle of a dozen muscular, naked men wearing nothing but black leather bondage masks closed in around her. In the middle of the circle, two more men, naked and leashed with heavy chains, frantically clawed the air at the sight of her.

Susan felt her world tilt at the sight of her husband and her son Todd, Their faces were twisted almost beyond recognition, and they pulled frantically at the chains keeping them from Rachel.

Rachel tried to run again, jumping into the wall of naked men who pushed her into the middle of the circle. She jumped back, whimpering, as her father snatched at her leg.

And then the masked men let him loose.

Susan almost fell out of her seat as she watched her husband attack her daughter, pulling her down and pinning her to the floor. Rachel was screaming as he rolled her onto her stomach and pried her legs open. He wedged himself between her legs, his penis hard and jutting straight out, and he fell on her.

The fat man chortled into his microphone. "She doesn’t look too excited to see her dad, does she?"

The men around Susan chuckled, and Susan felt tears roll down her cheeks as her husband brutally ripped into Rachel, groping and biting as he raped her.

And then the masked men let her son free.

"Can we get some sound for this?" Matt asked from the stage.

Speakers around the theater crackled to life, and Susan covered her ears as Rachel’s screams mixed with the cheers from the crowd.

Todd tried to shove his father off Rachel, and for a second, Susan thought he was trying to help her.

But Mike held on and Todd rolled them over until Rachel was splayed out on top of her father with her legs spread wide open, and Todd grabbed her arms as she feebly tried to fight him off. The cameraman angled his shot from behind Todd, so the entire theater could see Rachel’s face and her crotch as her brother penetrated her.

The crowd cheered again, and Susan screamed along with her daughter as Todd took her in two, quick thrusts.

Susan tried to stand and run, but strong hands grabbed her from behind and wrapped in her hair, pulling her back into her seat.

"You think you’re leavin’?" a voice from behind her growled. "You ain't goin’ anywhere until Matt or Melvin says you can, you fuckin’ bitch."

Susan choked as her dog collar was yanked tight against her throat, and she heard the clink of a chain and a metallic ‘click’, then someone gave two, short jerks against her new leash. He pulled her hair and bent her head back over the seat as someone took Matt’s chair.

"We wanna play wi’tcha for a while, bitch." The man behind her pointed at the movie screen. "’Sides, this shit is just gettin’ good. You don’t wanna miss the end. Uh-uh, nossir."

He let her hair go, and Susan tried to unbuckle her collar.

"Bad idea, bitch!"

The man behind her smacked the back of her head hard enough that Susan saw a white flash of light, and then her arms were yanked over her head. Susan felt cold metal slap around her wrists, and she cried out as her hands were pulled down behind her back, raising her slightly out of her seat and forcing her to bend backwards at the waist to alleviate some of the pressure.

She heard the scrawny old bum next to her chortle, and she gasped as she felt rough, callused hands running over her body, grabbing at her breasts and ripping her blouse open. Susan screamed as the man that sat next to her pulled her bra down under her breasts, then leaned over and sucked at her nipple.

"Oh God, no...!"

She kicked and twisted in her seat, and he bit down hard, sending a bolt of pain lancing through her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the scrawny old man to her left unzip his pants and pull out his penis, and then he was leaning over her too, licking his lips and running a cold hand under her skirt and up her thigh to her pussy.

On screen, Todd and Mike had developed a rhythm, both their faces scrunched tight as they fucked Rachel.

They had rolled onto their sides with Rachel sandwiched between them, and Mike thrust into her ass, forcing her forward onto Todd, and then Todd pounded into his sisters pussy, forcing her body back against her father.

The man behind Susan held her still, with her hands pinned behind her back and his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch her daughter’s rape. The men who were sitting around her stood and started to line up to take the place of the two men pawing and biting at her body.

Matt and the other men on stage grinned down at her, and Susan squeezed her eyes shut.

"Ah-ah-ah, Susan. You need to see this. Homer, make sure she keeps her eyes open, please."

The man behind her hit her head, over and over. Susan bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together, tears of pain and fear rolling down her face, until the man covered her forehead with his hand and pried her eyelids open with his fingers.

"You do what Matt tells you, bitch! You un’nerstand?"

The scrawny man wrapped one of his legs around hers, forcing her legs open, and was finger-fucking Susan, jabbing his fingers into her pussy as the other man sucked her tits and jacked off in his pants.

On stage, Melvin was sweating like a pig, and his dick was ready to explode. Fuck this shit. Time to get the real show on the road, he thought.

"Gentlemen!"

His voice boomed over the speakers. All heads turned his way.

"Homer, why don’t you escort our new friend up here, if you please, before her suitors take their turns a little early. Manny, will you help carry her up?"

The huge usher appeared, looming over Susan, picked her up like she was a sack of potatoes and threw her easily over her shoulder. Her view spun and she got her first view of the man behind her - Homer - as he handed Manny her leash and climbed over her chair.

Susan gasped with shock.

Homer was a burn victim. He was hairless, and his nose and ears were completely missing. The flesh of his face had melted down over his eyes and mouth, and both his face and hands were covered with mottled, angry red scar tissue.

He leered at her and climbed over her chair. Most of the crowd followed them as Manny carried Susan up the steps to the stage.

On screen, Mike was pounding Rachel’s ass in a frenzy, and he let out a bellow as he came, squeezing her little breasts from behind. When he finished, he rolled off, his hands leaving red splotches across her chest. Todd pushed Rachel to the floor, pinning her hands against the concrete, and fucked her hard enough to make her titties bounce. Todd was pounding his sister so hard he popped out of her as he came, and squirted cum all over the dark triangle of hair covering her little pink pussy.

He collapsed, senseless, on top of her, and the screen went dark.

Manny dropped Susan to her knees on the stage, yanking her leash hard until she choked and kneeled in front of Matt and Melvin.

Melvin bent over her and grabbed her chin in his thick hand. Susan tried to focus on his beady, black eyes as his face swam in and out of focus around them.

His fleshy lips parted in an emotionless grin, and Susan shook uncontrollably as a spasm of lust flooded through her.

"Did you like the movie we made for you?"

Susan felt her pussy get wet at the sound of his voice, and she would have collapsed if Manny hadn’t grabbed the chain linking her handcuffs and held her up by her arms.

"Wh-what did you do to them?" She stammered.

His wicked grin spread further across his face. Susan wondered why she could see that, and his eyes, so clearly, when the rest of him was like a swirling, black cloud, sneaking around the edge of her vision.

"We drugged them, of course, just like you."

"What?"

He smiled and gestured at Matt.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed over the past day or two how strangely...excited you’ve felt. Even now, with these awful men touching you, after what you’ve seen what happened to your family, I’m sure you’re wet and ready for action. Shall we check? Hmm?"

Melvin slipped his hand into her open blouse and cupped her breast. Susan shivered with excitement.

Suddenly, everything fell into place. She glared at Matt, who grinned back at her.

"You did this to me?"

Matt nodded as Melvin yanked her blouse open, giving the men gathering around her a better view of her breasts.

"Matt just slipped you a few small doses of the same drug we gave your family. It’s highly addictive, by the way. You’ll find that you need to ingest at least a small dose every day, or..." He shrugged. "It also has some other, unusual effects. For example, imprinting. Baby birds, when hatched, bond with the first creature they see. With this drug, females who take it experience almost immediate and overwhelming arousal. It’s a perfect date-rape drug, we’ve found. The female is usually conscious and very responsive, at least for a small amount of time. The imprinting happens during sex right after the drug is first taken. And the arousal grows exponentially over time, until satiated."

Melvin grinned.

"Unfortunately, for the female, only the person she was with during the imprinting can actually fulfill the urge." He patted her face again. "I bet you had quite an afternoon, hey? Spent most of it whacking your clam, until Matt came to pick you up?"

Melvin slid his hands down her body and rucked her skirt over her hips. Susan heard the material rip and tear, and a loud cheer went up from the men around her as her naked ass was exposed.

"I think they approve of your choice of clothing, my dear."

Melvin ran his hand over her ass and fingered her asshole. He cupped her pussy with his other hand, and Susan closed her eyes in shame as her body responded to him.

"Perfect. Ready and waiting."

Susan bit her lip as he played with her. He patted her crotch and stood up.

Her voice was husky. "What did you do with my family? Where are they?"

He sighed and lit another cigar.

"Well. As you may have noticed, the drug is not so kind to men. Not kind at all." He shook out his match. "And you, my dear, you have been a very bad girl. As a public servant, you have made many, many of my friends very angry over the recent legislature you’ve proposed. Matt here cooked up a little plan so you can apologize and actually put your job to use benefiting those who you have slandered and disgraced by your conservative muck-raking."

He gestured to the usher.

"Manny, this would be a good time to introduce Susan to our friends. If you would be so kind as to let them in?"

"Sure, thing." Manny grunted and pushed through the crowd. Melvin turned back to Susan.

"And as for your husband. Well, he simply owns most of this town, and most of what he has, I want." He grinned. "Your daughter is fine." He gestured at the screen with his cigar. "And I think she’s going to be a big star, if she keeps giving us performances like the one we just watched. Don’t you boys?"

The men packed on stage cheered again.

"You’re probably wondering how we got to them. Well. Apparently, your daughter had quite the crush on our friend Matt here, and it was a simple thing to get her to let us into the house." He shrugged and smoked. "Truthfully, they didn’t put up much of a fight. We drugged your daughter first, and we let her live her little fantasy about Matt. I understand she was, well, pure?"

He looked at Matt.

"Pure and virginal."

Melvin grinned.

"Pure as snow. Now, your husband was kind enough to show us his will, though not without a little prodding. Did you know that your little Rachel and her brother stand to inherit everything?" He lowered his voice and spit out a chunk of tobacco. "Everything. Not a bit left over for you though, my dear, when your husband passes on. Must be very exciting for your children, I would think. Well. I can’t see why we would need your son, though, since Rachel is now imprinted to Matt. So..."

A growing sense of horror built in Susan as Melvin spoke.

"It seems your family was going to take a little vacation to the mountains. You may not know this, but your husband seems to have had a teensy drinking problem."

Melvin’s face drifted apart and when it melted together again, his grin was feral.

"In a week, or a month - sometime soon - the authorities will get a quick phone call, detailing an accident." He waved at the movie screen with his cigar. "And I thought it only fair to give your husband and son a nice little, well, send off."

The crowd parted as Susan stared at Melvin in horror. The usher pushed back through, followed by a dozen masked and naked men. They pushed the crowd back, and several of the masked men with video cameras positioned themselves around Susan.

The screen overhead blinked back to life, and Susan saw an image of herself looming overhead, completely surrounded by hundreds of evil, vile looking men.

"Y-you killed them?"

Melvin puffed happily, his body fading in and out of her vision.

"I’m afraid so, dear. You see, well, we need your daughter, for obvious reasons. But she’s not yet of age to claim her inheritance. You have, unofficially, become the guardian of her estate. And so, since I don’t have the patience to sit and wait, and despite the annoyance you’ve become with your meddling politics, I need to keep you alive, at least for a while. And luckily for you, Matt managed to convince me you’ll be much more valuable to me in your office than in the ground. So..."

He patted her face.

"I’m going to give you the chance, over the next few days, to personally give a very special apology to each and every gentleman here, who, afterwards, I believe will be more than happy to vote for you at the next election."

Melvin fished a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked her handcuffs. Two of the naked men immediately grabbed her wrists.

"So I will keep supplying you and your daughter with your daily fix. And to keep her safe, you will happily administer your daughter’s estate as I see fit, and you will exercise your political influence and social standing among those new friends of ours who may not yet see eye to eye with my...special needs, shall we say?"

He clapped his hands and looked around.

"Well! Matt, I sense the natives are getting restless. I think it’s time we share this bitch with our friends here." Melvin unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "I think I’ll indulge myself as well."

Susan screamed in horror. Instead of the cock she expected, a huge, black slimy monstrosity slithered out towards her.

Melvin grinned at Matt and grabbed Susan by the back of her head.

"You gonna stick around?"

Matt shook his head.

"I think I’m going to pay another visit to her daughter, but I’ll see you in a couple days. Here..." Matt tossed Melvin a round metal ring. "In case she bites."

Melvin grinned and pried open Susan’s mouth. He shoved the ring in, making her gag.

"Let’s make a movie!" he roared.

 

Manny and Homer followed as Roscoe helped Matt push through the crowd.

He paused at the door to the lobby, and turned to watch the crowd swarm over Susan. On the screen above, Melvin was forcing his cock into her wide-open mouth.

Something wasn’t right, and Matt couldn’t put his finger on it.

"You okay boss?" Manny clapped his shoulder with a hand the size of a small ham.

He shook his head and looked at Roscoe.

"Where’s Rachel?"

Roscoe licked his lips through the gap where his front teeth should’ve been.

"She’s on a plane to California, justh like you asthked."

Matt nodded. "Good. I want her as far away from here as possible."

"She gonna live with your other little fuck-girls down there?"

Matt nodded.

"You really make her take those drugs?" Manny wondered.

"No."

Homer tilted his head toward the stage. "Melvin wanted you to."

Matt considered how much to tell these three. He’d known Roscoe and Manny for some time now, but Homer was a new member of Roscoe’s crew.

"Yeah. But why?"

Manny shrugged.

"I dunno. It’s not like you needed her to."

"Exactly."

Matt looked back at the screen.

A scrawny old bum had taken Susan from behind and was furiously screwing her in the ass while Melvin fucked her face. Two other men had her hands wrapped around their cocks, forcing her to stroke them, and an assortment of hands groped her body.

The entire crowd of men waited their turn, dicks in hand.

They were all homeless, many of whom Susan’s legislature had displaced, others that had slipped by the police during their sweeps. Even more had just been released from prison. Roscoe and his crew had rounded them up on the night Matt took Susan to dinner, and Matt knew they were as horny as hell. There were hundreds, and Melvin had provided them all with free concessions earlier in the evening, while they waited - everything spiked with a drug cocktail - doping them up for the days ahead.

"You mind if I thtay here and enjoy mythelf?" Roscoe lisped.

"How many other guys do you have here?

Roscoe shrugged. "Maybe ten. Twelve. Somethin’ like that."

Matt nodded. "Sure. Just try to keep things under control, okay? She’s no good to anybody dead."

Roscoe patted Matt’s shoulder and grinned.

"Don’ worry. I’ll fuck her twice for ya boss."

Manny looked at the woman on screen and rubbed at his crotch.

"You want to stay too?" Matt asked.

Manny shook his head.

"Nah. Too many to wait for. I’m gonna go find myself a bar and a ‘Ho, and drink myself stupid. Wanna come along?"

Homer grinned. "Sounds good to me. That bitch’s pussy’s gonna be as wide as the grand canyon in a couple hours."

"All right. You guys go have fun."

The huge man clapped Matt on the shoulder again.

"What ‘bout you, boss?"

Matt pushed open the door.

"I’ve got some stuff to take care of. And I’ve got a date to plan with my old sister-in-law."

Matt watched Roscoe blend into the crowd and took a last look back at Susan as Manny and Homer followed him out the door.

 

-- To be continued --

 

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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This is a true story as related to me by a now wiser and possibly less confident young woman; it’s a condemnation of the male sex.  This is a story of brutal rape and humiliation.

“ARE YOU FRIGGIN’ READY YET?”  My live in boyfriend’s voice came booming up the stairs.
“Won’t be long hon. Just got to find my shoes and I’ll be there.”, I yelled back. Thinking to myself, "If I hadn’t had to waste time finding your goddamned shirt, and those
goofball socks that you insist on wearing, I’d have been ready ages before you.” As I walked down the stairs, he was standing at the bottom looking up towards me.

“What in the hell do yuh think ya look like? You're dressed like a 2 dollar ho.”
Now I know I wasn’t dressed like a nun, but no way was I dressed like a whore.  Jesus H. Christ going to hell in a hand basket! Only six months ago, when we’d first started going out; this was how dumbass used to
like me to look. So what was his current malfunction anyway?

I had on a dress made of thin cotton, cut low on the bosom, with the hemline about six inches above the knee. After all, it was summer and the temperature
was sky high, so I didn’t want to wear panty-hose or stockings. Besides, my legs had a nice tan and the hem wasn't so short that my thong underwear would show. So, I was dressed a happy medium, pleased that I was going to attract attention, but without seeming too slutty. Or, so I had thought.

On the way from our place to the roadhouse the fight that began on the stairs only got worse, and we were
both really going at each other. To tell the truth this was not unusual lately, we had gotten to a stage in our relationship where bickering had become the normal start to an evening. But we’d usually end those same nights fucking, and swearing our undying love for each other. Better that than a 2 minute quickie, followed by a peck on the lips, and 5 hours of loud snores.

As we walked into the honkytonk his parting comment was, “If you’re going to listen to that shit eating band that’s up to you, I’m gonna be playing pool with the guys.” We were regulars at this roadhouse; and this going our own ways had become our usual routine. He joined his pals at the pool tables, and I sat ignored at
the bar watching the band.  Or, so it seemed.

As you walked into this place, to the left was a stage for the bands, with a small area kept clear for dancing. To the right was an area where all the pool tables were, and in the middle people sat drinking at the bar. I made my way around to the side where the band was already playing on stage. I hauled my sweet cheeks up on a tall bar stool and ordered a drink. And for the next half hour that’s where I sat, oblivious to anything except the band. A couple of guys wanted to dance, but I wasn’t in the mood after the fight with my boyfriend, so I just said, “no thanks.”

The band finished playing and went off for their break, and some generic recorded music took their place. Using this slack time, I slid down from the stool and walked around to the pool table area of the roadhouse. Most of the stools lining the bar on that side were taken,
but there was still one available, so I settled in and ordered another drink.

Now, there’s one other thing to know about this bar, it is a haunt of two separate crowds of regulars that don’t get along well. One group’s from a town about 10 miles north. It’s an old, mostly played out mining town surrounded by hilly land now taken over by ranchers. The other group is mainly made up of people from a small farming town to the south; this is the bunch my boyfriend and I belong to.

It is not unusual to have a fight break out at sometime during the night, and when this does happen the entire establishment divides into two brawling gangs, all
fighting for the sake of fighting, if you ask me.

So, I would normally have found a stool near the pool tables usually occupied by my boyfriend’s crew, and if there weren’t a stool open, I’d have gone and hung by where he was playing. But tonight, still being  a little pissed at him, and there being no open stool near their
tables, I sat at the bar alongside the tables of the opposing crowd.

This didn’t present any problem at first, and as I nursed my drink I noticed the buckle on this one guy’s belt. It was really bitchin’, a big sculptured buckle.  It had a naked girl lying on her back on top of a Harley, legs up in the air, and a naked guy fucking her. Without realizing it, every time this guy turned around, I was looking to see just how detailed this buckle was.

Then I decided I needed to pee, so I asked the bartender to hold my seat, and I went to the can. As I was walking back, I'd just reached my stool, when this belt buckle guy smashed the cue ball into the pack on a break. As the ball broke the pack it ricocheted off the table and landed on the floor at my feet. By reflex I stooped down to pick it up, and in stooping my knees parted some, not
that anyone could see anything, unless they were at floor level.

As I was about to pick up the ball, a large hand wrapped itself around mine holding me still for a second. This guy with the buckle had dived onto the floor to retrieve his ball and was on his knees in between my legs.
“Thut’s a niiiiice li’l puss ya got there, kin ah pet it?” He said with a wicked grin on his face. “No you can’t, you disgusting perv. And let go of my hand.”, I snapped.

He kept a tight hold of my hand, preventing me from standing up.
“Ya know yuh want me. Ya been givin’ me thuh cum n’ git it look all night long, staring at my dick.”
“Let me go. I wouldn’t fuck you, if you were the last guy alive; I was only looking at your buckle.”
“Yeh! Ah bet. Thut’s like me sayin’ ah'm lookin’ at yer thong. But we both know damn well ah'm lookin’ to see how much coochie yer showin’. Yew might have
bin lookin’ at muh buckle, but yew were shure as hell thinkin’ ‘bout mah dick.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, if you use your dick as well as you use the pool cue, you wouldn’t be worth fucking.”
“Yew fucking be-atch. Air yew sayin’ I cain't shoot pool?”
“You can’t play for shit; my bitch hound plays better pool than you. I could kick your ass six ways from Sunday without even trying.”
“Yew cock teasers er all thuh same; yer flashin’ yer beaver and shootin’ off yer big mouth. But air ya gonna back it up with a bet?”
“Like what?”
"Muh belt ‘gainst yer cunt.”
"What are you offering?"
“Ah win and yew cum out to muh truck. Then ah’ll fuck thet l’il twat a yorn.”
“And if I win?”
“Don’ wurry none ‘bout thet, thut won’ happen.”
“But if I win, I get your belt?”
“Nooo weey Ho-say lady. Thut ther’ belt cost me sum big bucks.”
“So what’s a matter big bad chicken shit, you’re scared you’ll lose it to a woman?”

“Ok lady yer own. But yer gonna git thuh fuckin’ of yer life wunce this here game is over.”
“Don’t be too sure; if I was you I’d start asking around to see if anyone’s got any twine. ‘Cause you’ll need something to hold your pants up with sooner n’ you think.”

With that a new table was racked up, the previous game he’d just started was left to one side. All the guys around were from his crew, and they all cottoned
on to what had been taking place between us. By this time there was quite a crowd hanging at the table, and the shit was flying fast and furious in my direction.

They were all being crude, mostly yacking monotonously that they thought I’d get smoked,
then fucked. I had only taken on this poser galoot because I knew I could beat him, and anyway,
he’d really pissed me off, so I wanted to take him down a notch or two. Besides, he wore fake alligator cowboy boots—don’t you just hate that?

The game would have been easy, too, except for his stooges all around the table. Since they had the back area surrounded, nobody from outside this group could see anything they were up to. Every time I bent forward I’d get some jerk running his hand up the inside of my leg, this made me miss a few easy shots. As a result in no time this lame ass had taken the lead, with five balls sunk to my one.

I knew if I lost that there was no way I’d get out of there without this neanderthal porking my snatch. I was also pretty sure his bottom feeder homies would come along
to check it out, so things were getting kinda desperate. I was about to make a shot and as I leaned forward, I felt a hand on the inside of my knee, and it was
sliding up my inner thigh.

Without batting an eyelash, I swung around suddenly, turning the stick around in my hands like some kendo master and whacking the guy who was feeling me. I landed a very hard shot to his upper arm, knocking him sideways. Then, I stood there with my back against the table holding the stick reversed like a club in a threatening manner.

They all started ragging on me with shit  like:
“Go ahead  l’il gal give us yer best shot, ‘cause yew’ll only get wun.” I knew I couldn’t win this kind of fight.
So I said, “Now look here you motha fuckahs, I’ll make y’all a deal. You leave me alone to play this game fair and square, and if I lose, you can all have a piece of
the action. But if any one of you so much as breathes on me before this game’s over, then all bets are off and I’m gonna scream rape at the top of my lungs.”

Surprisingly one big wrangler said, “Ok fellas give thuh l’il lady sum space; she’s earned thuh right to prove herseff. Enyway, Burt will soon have this here game
in the bag, so whut's ar rush?”
With that the game continued.  From all the comments that were whizzin’ by  me, I was having trouble keeping my mind on the game. It got to red line pitch when mr. macho got a run of luck and sunk all his solid colors, leaving him only the 8 ball for the game. On my side, I still had six stripes plus the 8 ball if I wanted to leave without a bigtime fucking from a scuzball and likely worse.

I gotta tell you…by this point I was beginning to thoroughly regret shooting off my big mouth. So I took a deep breath to calm myself and thought carefully. For sure, my boyfriend would be wondering where I was by now. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I knew he wouldn't come looking for me tonight. It would be more than his pride could stand. He’d sooner hire a hooker for the night before he’d lower himself to come find me to say he was sorry. No, if I was going to get out of this mess, I was going to have to do it all by myself.

With that thought, I told myself to block out all my stupid thoughts, and remember how my ol’ daddy had taught me to play pool. I gathered up all my concentration, and it worked. Next shot, the ball went in. It hadn't been a hard shot, but it was exactly what I needed for shape to set me up. The next shot was a simple bump and stop with no english, and that one went in, too. Next came a shot that many would find tough. As I lined it up and took aim, it was as if the assholes around me had all
got lockjaw. It was quiet as a church on offering pledge Sunday.

I slid the stick over the bridge I’d made with my left hand. Zap, the cue ball just missed the intervening ball with the help of some well-delivered left back spin. The cue ball curved around the table clipping the fourteen ball and it spiraled gently into the pocket. I was definitely on a roll, the next two shots were no problem. Now one more ball and I would be even up with the shitkicker cowpoke.

Ouch! On second look, this was another awkward shot coming up, but I knew I could make it. I had to. Again, I shut off the outside world from my mind, and I could feel my daddy’s hand on mine guiding the direction of my stick. In my head I could hear him whispering in my
ear as he pressed close up behind me, and I could almost feel his hard prick that he would always push against my ass.

You see, my ol’ daddy had inadvertently prepared me for this kind of situation beginning when I was knee high to a grasshopper. He used to stand behind me, at first with me standing on an orange crate, with his long arms
wrapped around me. His hands would be guiding mine on the stick. He'd be explaining the technical details about how to make a shot, while at the same time
sliding his fat prick up and down my butt crack on the outside of my skirt. After many years of this, I'd learned how to block out this kind of distraction, and concentrate on the game. With a tiny click as the balls made contact, the last of my striped balls went in.  Whooooh!

Now with only the 8 ball to go, I could hear the shit storm start up again. But now the shoe was on the other foot, they were zinging this guy Burt. Everyone was
saying things like:
“If this one falls, the next thing to fall will be your pants.” And there was quite a bit of horseplay and acting out, but it was Burt not me getting the brunt of it.

I called the far side pocket and got up to the edge of the table and leaned as far forward as I could possibly reach. To get the control I needed with the dead on angle into the side pocket and not leave my ass waving in the breeze I had to lift one leg up onto the edge of the table. I leaned forward again, and a hand took hold of my crotch. I tried to react by bouncing back upright, but his other hand pressed firmly down in the middle of my back. I tried stabbing backwards with the butt of my stick, but he had stood to my left side and I was
powerless to do anything.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. I recognized the voice of the big man who’d stepped in and calmed the situation down earlier; I figured him to be the ramrod of this crew. He was gently squeezing my twat, his fingertips sliding into my crotch, rubbing my cunt crack.

“Go ahead bitch sink this wun an’ yew cain have his belt. I’m jest gettin’ a quick feel, cuz it looks like yer gonna whup ‘im.” I couldn’t stop
this dude, and he was working my clit with an expert action, so I knew I’d soon lose all concentration.

What could I do? Against all odds I made one last determined effort to block out what he was doing while I still could, letting him have unrestricted access, and not wasting time fighting him off. I lined up my cue and smacked that cue ball…higher and much harder than I’d intended. As soon as I made contact with the ball, I knew I was gonna blow that shot. The cue ball cracked against the 8 way too hard and sent it zinging at
the pocket, where it crashed against the back of the pocket and bounced back out over the cup lip and back
across the table.  My heart sank. Oh shit!

My thoughts now were where will it stop? Will I have left an easy shot for Burt? The very next instant my cue ball, which on impact had gone lickity split in the opposite direction to the 8 no doubt to scratch, had instead also rebounded hard off the back of the pocket underneath me, and gone back to collide with the 8 once again. And now, recoiling from a second impact with the cue ball the 8 ball rolled slowly back towards the pocket that I’d originally aimed for. Only, it got slower and agonizingly slower and as it got to the lip of the pocket it appeared to stop, then abruptly dropped in and disappeared. Ooh Lordy! What were the odds against that? Better lucky than good, my ol’ daddy always said. The gasp of disbelief from the gang gathered around filled the air.

But although I’d won the game, I was still being held over the table, and this guy was working my clit something fierce. Now as I said, they had the area well
screened off with their bodies, so only they could see my predicament. And now I’d made my shot, so I could no longer block out the signals that were coming from
my clit. This guy rolled me over on my back and slid me along the table; I can remember someone taking the stick from my hand. I can also remember saying.
“Please no. Don’t do this. You’re not being fair. I won.” But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I was too far gone to struggle or protest. My legs were wide open, and I knew I was pushing down on the table with my feet, lifting
my crotch up and down as he pushed his fingers deep up my pussy.

When he rammed his fingers into me, I lifted pushing my hungry cunt hard against him. The rest of the guys all stood around watching. Soon, I was flopping up and down and cumming. His mouth clamped itself onto my pussy and he started drinking my cum as he supported my hips with his hands.

While I laid there still semi-conscious, other hands were all rubbing and feeling around my crotch. As I came back to earth I tried to sit up, but was pushed back down by Burt’s hand on my chest.
“Not sew fast li’l ladee ah want mah turn,” he said. I was once again surprised by the big guy, grabbing Burt's hand and pulling him off me.
“What dew yew think yer dewing? She whupped yew fair and squar’,” and with that he pulled
Burt out of the way. He gave me his hand, and said,
“Doan jest lay thur gal, git up own yer feet an’ collect yer winnin’s, yew certainly deeserve tuh.” Getting helped up, I walked wobbily across to where Burt was standing.

The big guy was glaring at Burt, which I’m sure was the only reason he stood still. I undid his sexy buckle and slid the belt out of the loops on his jeans. I wrapped
it around the outside of my dress, buckled it up and let it slip down onto my hips. Finally, I couldn’t resist one last dig. “Thanks for the game cowpuncher, but if I were you, next time I’d pick on a girl from grade school.” With that, I pushed my way through the circle of men, and re-took my seat at the bar.

I'd just had my twat fingered and my carpet munched, so I hadn’t got away with it scot-free. But that didn't stop me from sitting there like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. I had a big smug-assed grin on my face, and I was already thinking how I’d taught that poser a lesson…never to underestimate women.

The guys had mostly got back to their games on different tables, but Burt was with three or four guys all
huddled together. I thought maybe he was licking his wounds from the humiliation I’d just given him. So, I turned back towards the bar and continued drinking,
and humming away to the music as the band had begun again. I was just musing to myself whether to move to the other side of the bar to watch the band better.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights went out, the whole place was plunged into pitch black darkness. All hell broke loose among the panicked bar patrons. At that very instant, I was grabbed with two arms tight
around my body hauling me from the stool, and a hand being clamped around my mouth. I fought them and struggled for all I was worth, but it was no good.
Soon we were outside, and I was hustled across the parking lot to a large van.

There was a guy running ahead of us, and he had opened the big sliding side door. I was thrown inside, landing hard on the floor. At least ten men crowded
their way in, and the door was slammed shut.  Immediately, the sound system fired up and the
music blasted out loud enough to make anyone deaf. Even if I’d screamed my lungs out, I couldn’t have been heard over the music. The van started moving and we
were all soon accelerating like a bat out o’ hell down the road.

Within minutes we  had stopped, and so did
the music. Burt walked up to me and he was the first to speak.
“Ok ladee we’re far away frum whair enywun kin hear yew now, so ef yew want to scream yew'd best git it over with. Cuz it ain’t gonna help yew eny...OK. Yew know who's giving thuh orders now. Ah want yew tuh stan’ up.”

I did as he asked, there was no point in being awkward. I stood there in front of him. “Reckon ah’ll have muh belt back now.” Once again although I’d won the belt fair and square, it was pointless resisting. So without a word of
protest, I undid the belt. I reached out my hand to give it back to him.
“Yew took it off. Yew cain put it back own.” Meekly I went across and threaded it through the loops around the top of his jeans, and started to fasten the buckle.

“Doan bother dewing thet up darlin’; yew cain start unfastenin’ muh fly. Yew said ma pants would cum down, an’ now yew’re goin’ to be proved right.”

One thing I haven’t mentioned yet was that from the time I stood up in the van there was one guy flashing away with a camera, every time I moved he took a picture of me. Now, I was really in a fix, and a fucking was almost
a done deal.

I figured why get hell beat out of me, too.  I might just as well do what they want and get it over with. I knelt down in front of him and undid his jeans, lowering them down and lifting his prick out of his pants. I stroked it and
pulled gently, and then put my mouth to work, soon getting him to full erection. By now, I was being undressed by guys from all angles. My tits were
being sucked, and my cunt was being squeezed.

They laid me on the floor and Burt mounted me pushing his fat prick hard up inside my pussy. He jammed it in being as brutal as he could. Since my hole was still wet from the big guy’s fingering, Burt slid in easily, and in different circumstances, I might have loved it.

He only fucked me for about a minute, and when he could tell this wasn’t hurting me, he pulled out and lifted my legs high, presenting my ass at a better angle to
his prong. My poor pussy had already been working overtime, due to being savagely fingered, so while he’d been fucking my cunt, my juices built up from before had been running out and down across my asshole. Realizing that would get him by my tight starfish, he rammed his now wet and slimy prick up into my hershey highway, hoping to make me scream. But coated with my thick cunt juice his johnson slid up kinda easily, and he had no choice left but to start fucking. He’d hardly got started before someone was shouting something at him.

“Come own Burt, we all want a turn at her. Yew cain see she’s taking that wiener dick o’ yorn too damn
easy. Yew get own yer back an’ we’ll lower her ownto yew, thet wey ah can ram her hot cunt. With two at wunce, we’ll see ef she still finds thut a turn-own.”

With that Burt pulled out, two guys grabbed my legs, and two more grabbed my arms. They hauled me up in the air, still facing up. Burt got on the floor on his back and I was lowered down so he could get his prick stuck
deep into my now stretched brown pucker.

Burt then took hold of my arms holding me down, not that it was necessary; I had decided resistance wasn’t an option. Now the guy who’d told Burt that he wanted a turn in my twat was getting into position. He forced his prick up my slot, and he like Burt was certainly not using any finesse. He rammed his somewhat larger shaft in as if he were trying to be as brutal as possible.

Now I’m not a slut, and I’d never before had more than one man at a time. But I do like sex, and I’ve never found but one man up to now, that ever gave me more than I could take.

On the contrary, I usually lay there after sex wishing my partner would suddenly get a new lease on life and fuck me again like he really meant it. So, although these guys appeared to be trying to be rough, the only thing at all uncomfortable so far was the unaccustomed stretching I was getting, because I’d never up until that time
experienced two men at the same time.  Yet, after the initial light pain, even this double team approach
began to press all the right buttons, and the harder they banged away, the more I liked it.

Guys were pushing pricks to my mouth from both sides, and I was sucking them all in turn. Other guys were sucking on my nipples, and the whole experience
just became something else. Suddenly, it was like being a kid at your birthday party, with all your favorite foods along with presents, too. In the process, I had lost all sense of shame or inhibitions. As the guy up my velvet tunnel was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot it all over my face.

While he was doing that, someone else took his place and my sweet puss was once again hot into some action. Now this went on for at least an hour, and I came more times than I can remember. I had jizz shot up my ass, my twat, and down my throat. All the guys had had their turn, some were going at it more than once. The guy with the camera only stopped taking pictures while he was having his turn at me. How many pictures he’d taken I don’t know, but it must have been quite a few.

Eventually, with limp dicks all around, they’d had all they wanted of me, and I was told not to be such a pig-headed bitch again, or they’d give me another hardass gangbang. Although what these needle-dicked motherfuckers knew about hardcore gangbanging was an unsolved mystery to me. First time out, I could easily see them for the empty frauds they all were.

Whatever…the truck started up and we were moving again. While we drove, I cleaned myself up with some tissues and wipes, and got dressed, but they kept my thong as a souvenir. The truck barely stopped and I was shoved out the door like a sack of yesterday’s garbage. The door slammed and off they raced back down the road.

I realized that I was back in the parking lot behind the roadhouse. Peeling myself off the pavement, dirty but unhurt, I went in through a back door. I made my way straight to the ladies room, to check myself over. When I got done with all I could do to straighten myself up, I made my way back to the main bar, where I found my boyfriend still playing pool.

As soon as he saw me, he threw down his stick and stormed towards me at full speed. As he reached me, he
grabbed my arm half dragging me through the bar and out into one of the hallways, away from the main crowd.
“What in the fuckin’ hell have you been doin’? It’s all over the saloon that you put your furry little snatch up for a bet. Well…is it true?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Wasn’t like what? Ya either did, or ya didn’t, they also reckon that yuh won that porno belt that guy wears. Well…did ya?”
“Well yes, I did.”
“Ya did. Fucking aye, I’ll bet that pissed him off. I can't wait to see his face when he sees me wearing it. Where is it?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
“What the sam hill are ya saying gal? You’ve either got the belt, or ya don’t !”
“Yes, I won it. But when the lights went out, they took me out to their van and they raped me.”
“And the belt?”
“They took that back.”
“Those lowdown cheatin’ bastards. That belt wuz worth a small fortune.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? They gang raped me! And all you can think about is that fucking belt!?”
“Well I’ve goddamned told ya hundreds of times, yuh dress like a ho, an’ what the hell can
yuh expect. But if yuh won that belt, the shitheel sombitches have no right to steal it back. Still and all, I don’t think its worth starting a donnybrook over, it was
too damned fancy anyway.”

“So you’re not going to do anything about me being raped?”
“What’s to do? It’s over and done with now, and ya don’t look any the worse for wear.  I wouldn’t mind betting yuh friggin’ egged them on anyway. I’m going back
to finish my game. I’ll see yuh when its time to go home. It’s still a goddamned shame about that belt, I’d have liked to wear that, just to see his face.”
 
With that he turned and went back into the pool room. What could I do, I went back into the bar, hauled my well-fucked ass up onto a stool, got a drink, and listened to the band. Sitting there I was very conscious of people looking at me, and I assumed they had all heard about my bet, and that was what they were talking about. But
with all eyes on me, it was more than difficult, knowing that I had no panties on and my every move perched on the tall bar stool was precarious.

Nevertheless, I sat there up on display till my boyfriend came back at the end of the evening to take me home.

That evening his total concern was apparently confined to the loss of the belt that he now considered was rightfully his. Go figure. You’d have thought that he’d won the son of a bitch himself. My rape was not even mentioned again, and he still had his usual fuck before going to sleep. Too bad I hadn’t caught cooties to give him.

The next day as he took off for work, he was still griping about losing that motherfucking belt. When I asked what time he’d be home, he said, “Doan’no, I’m goin’
straight to the roadhouse after work with the crew, I’ll see ya down there.”

“I’ll see ya when you get home. I’ll give the bar scene a break for tonight; I’ve got housework to catch up on.”
“Suit yourself. See ya when I get back.”, and just like that he was long gone. Self-centered prick, but what else is new?”, I thought. 

I went to work that morning as usual. Some of the guys there had heard about my bet. They were all jabbing me about my cutting this guy from Craigsville down to size, and I didn’t correct them by telling them how he’d raped me. I figured under the circumstances, the less people that knew, the better.

When I got home from work I set to get all the washing into the machine, and then do general tidying up and cleaning. By 8:00 I was plumb tuckered out, but
our place now looked more like a home than a bomb site. I went upstairs to take a shower, and thought I’d slip into a nightie, get into bed, and watch a movie.
I’d just walked out of the shower, into the bedroom, when I could see some headlights coming up our driveway.

That driveway was maybe about 100 yards long, and
led to an area in front of the house big enough to park up to somewhere around 10 pickups. The headlights coming up our driveway were from not one, but from a convoy of trucks and vans, as it turned out. The leading one I recognized as my boyfriend’s truck, but there were at least six more trucks following him.

The first thing that came to mind was that damned belt. I thought even though he’d said it wasn’t worth starting a war over, like most men he’d changed his mind. Six or seven trucks meant at least twenty plus guys. He’d
obviously rounded up the whole crew together. It was unusual for all the guys to be out like this, it must be some special event.

He’d pissed and moaned about the loss of ‘his’ belt, maybe until it had become a major pride issue. Could be that he was now coming home to collect his baseball bat, or even worse his .357!

As the trucks all screeched to a stop, I’d expected him to jump out and come running in for whatever weapons
he’d decided on using. Instead, as I looked out, all the guys were getting out of their trucks, and heading for the house. This got my attention, and for a moment I
wondered what the hell was happening, but I didn’t have long to wait to find out.

I heard the front door open, and the boyfriend shout.
“Where are you honey?”
“I’m upstairs, give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll be down.”
“Don't bother, we’re coming up.”
“But honey, I’m not dressed for guests. Just give me a few seconds.”
But I could hear them all clumping up the stairs, and the general atmosphere told me that they were already sloshed with booze.

I ran towards the bedroom door with the intention of locking it. My boyfriend got to the door before me,
punching it open, and storming in followed by all his friends. As he walked over in front of me, he held out his hand with what looked like a spread-out pack of cards. He threw them in the air and they floated down like confetti.

Without picking one up, I could tell instantly that they were photos of me from the night before.

“So you were raped, were ya? Do these look like someone whose being raped?”
“But…”
“But nothing. Yewww fuckin’ slut. Yuh’re just a fuckin’ ho. You fuckin’ asked for everythin’ you got, and ya went along with the dirty bastards. Yeww let them fuck yew every way possible, an’ then went back fer more. Well, we’rrre gonna teach you a fuckin’ lesson yuh won’t forgit in a hurry. If yew think yuh got fucked last night, then yuh’d better think again, cuz tonight yer gonna
get a real fuckin’.” He drunkenly slurred his words so the redneck twang came out. In those same words there was also an anger and fierceness that twisted his face and spread into his pained bloodshot eyes that I’d
never seen before.

Now as I have said about the previous night, I knew I couldn’t stop them, and there was no point in getting a beating. It was for sure and for certain I was going to get fucked that night, so I just went along with it. There was another thing that my ol’ daddy had taught me that applied here; he’d always said for every situation, you can make it either a positive or a negative. Along those lines sometimes the best policy is simply to shut up and play the hand you’re dealt the best you can even if you’re holding shitty cards.

This practical attitude had gotten me through the previous night’s ordeal, without it becoming a major trauma. It looked like this next night would be no better, so I resigned myself to going along with the action.

They looked as though they too were going to make sure they got a visual record of all the action at my expense. There were two guys with video cameras, and one guy taking stills. I stood there with just my bath robe on.  I was totally naked underneath.
“Git that shit suckin’ robe off, and git yourself up on the bed with yore legs spread wide,” came the instruction from my now ex-boyfriend really feeling his firewater now. With a shrug, I unfastened the belt that was tied around my waist, and dropped the bath robe straight to the floor.

I calmly walked across to the bed, climbed into the middle, and laid back with my legs bent high and spread wide open. As soon as my legs went up, there was near riot. The men lunged in from all around the bed. Like the previous night’s experience, they showed no sign of love or romance. They were out to abuse hell out of me, and abuse they did.

The details of what happened when, or what happened first, are all a blur. But there were over 20 men, and I was fucked relentlessly for the next 3 solid hours. They delighted in shooting their cum in my face, and I dutifully sucked cocks one right after another the entire time I was being fucked. At one point they took turns pumping their slimy cream into a glass until they’d filled it about half way. When they gave it to me.  I didn’t need a roadmap. I immediately drank it down in one long swallow, without having to be forced.

Some of the men started leaving, while others were still banging away at my well used hole. I even noticed one or two additional men arriving well-after the whole
thing had started. When they had all finished, there were about 10 men still sitting around talking. At that time, the dogs in one of the guy’s trucks parked in the
yard were disturbed by some of the other guys leaving. The fella whose dogs were barking went to the window and yelled for them to shut up.

This simple action must have suggested a new idea to another guy’s hooch fogged brain. I saw him
make a sudden bee-line for where my ex was sitting and say something I couldn’t hear. After that my ex got up and said,
"Hal, go get a coupla your dawgs and bring them in here. Their always tryin’ to hump ma leg when we’re out huntin’. Let’s see what they can do with this bitch. We ain’t gonna have use for her again, so it don’t matter if they fuck her up, or not.”

I realized right then in spite of my natural shock, smart gal that I am, that he was really going to get those dogs upstairs to fuck …me! But, as before, I decided resistance was futile.

In truth, I’d seen pictures of girls with dogs, and had always wondered what it would feel like. I was soon going to find out up close and very personally, as
these big hunting dogs came bounding into the bedroom. I was yanked up from the bed, and slapped down on the floor on my hands and knees. As soon as I was down, both dogs had their tongues lapping around my swollen cum dripping pussy, and the first dog was
mounting me in mere seconds. His pointy prick stabbed all around the tops of my legs, and more by luck than judgment it found its target, and up my twat he  went.

There seemed no thickness to the prick at first, but rapidly it grew in length and diameter. He was soon completely filling my cunt. His pace was rapid, and the
feeling was surprisingly good—once I got over what was fucking me. Just to be on the safe side, I did my best not to show how much I liked it.

Within a minute, I could feel his big knot pressing hard against my tunnel. My vagina automatically reacted by opening up and in it popped, sorta like pushing a cork into a bottle neck and having it slip inside. Once he was in, he fucked me for all he was worth. It was heaven, and I’d blocked out of my mind the audience watching
and let this animal take his pleasure however he wanted. He came inside me at least five times—I counted-- before his knot eventually slipped out.

After that happened I was ready to fall to the floor and rest, but dog number two had other ideas and was mounting up as soon as dog number one dropped out. The experience was unreal; I just let myself go and didn’t bother anymore what they thought of me.  Piss on all of them.  That was the best fucking I’d ever experienced. Stud puppy 2 came up inside me at least seven times I think—I was beyond counting by then. As his knot and prick slid out, I slumped to the floor lying on my side.

While I was sprawled down there dog number one sidled across and started licking the tops of my legs. Not bothered about the audience, I lifted my leg up out of
the way giving him renewed access to my now gaping twat, which he licked at furiously. Not only did this rev my engines, but it put some juice in the dog as well, and he soon stood straddled over me trying to hump, and his dick was sticking out of its sheath.

I arched my back, resting on my shoulders and feet, lifting only my hips up towards his jerking penis. His nice cock found my pussy, and we were soon
merrily fucking once again. This was unbelievable. It was difficult to keep myself arched up for his dick to reach. But still, in this position, he fucked me and came three more times. After that, I just lay still with both dogs still licking me.

As some of the guys were about to leave, one decided he’d piss all over me as a final insult, and this led to at least six others doing the same.

The last of the men left at about 2:00 in the morning, at which point my ex, gathered all my clothes out of the closets, and threw them and everything else I owned out of the window. He said I was lucky he wasn’t throwing me out with them. He said I could sleep downstairs in the kitchen with the dogs, but to make sure I’d
left his house before he got up.

I did sleep a while with our dogs. But even though
the three dogs we had were bitches, they all took turns licking my pussy. By the time he’d gotten up I was ancient history-sold my car for cash and was riding the bus with all I could carry to the next state.

This experience didn’t do me any lasting sexual harm. But it demonstrates that if a man can’t wear you as jewelry, to show off to others, then he can’t stand
anyone else having you. In that case, he'll even go so far as to want to destroy you.

It’s now some years later.  Don’t you worry about this kid.  My ol’ daddy taught me to be a true survivor. Today I am far away from anyone who knew me back when , happily married to a loving man, with four kids, and still occasionally get stared at by men. Thank you very much.

But, I have no illusions left even about my loving husband. Because now I know the boundaries that a woman dares not cross, if she wants to keep her man happy. Remember ladies: It’s not enough to be cleverer than the man, to beat any and all of them in the game of life you also need to be wiser, and that wisdom unfortunately only comes with hard won experience.

By the way, does anybody know where I can get a good deal on a well-trained male dog to keep me feeling well looked after on my long lonely jogs through the woods?

Just in case any one is feeling worried about what effect that kind of experience would have on the mental state of the poor young lady. I can assure you that the above was pure fiction, and not based on any real person or
place.

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com I would also like to acknowledge the much appreciated help give by Redbaron, who edit this story and gave it a genuine American flavour. :" Edited by Redbaron719".
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He stayed til the last moment. He always did. He knew her schedule and the schedules of every other employee and he stayed until he was absolutely sure that the big titted red head was the only person left. They were alone.

Her tits bounced enticingly as she jogged up to him to give him his check. She left it for him and made her way back to the kitchen.

She locked the back door and turned around as soon as she heard a noise. The last man in the place, the man that was there almost every night stood there in the kitchen staring at her with an expression that made her nervous.

"You're not supposed to be in here." She said, her breasts heaving with fear.

"I know." He said. "I couldn't help myself. I just had to have you."

She gasped and tried to run past him but he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the fridge watching her tits sway frantically as her back hit the solid door.

"What do you want?" She said, backing herself into a corner.

"Don't you know?" He asked, stepping closer. "I want to fuck your brains out."

She started to run but he stopped her with his massive muscular 6 foot 3 inch frame. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the large counter in the middle of the kitchen. He spread her legs with his knee and stepped between them pushing his hard jean clad cock into her.

"Do you feel that? Can you feel how much I want you?"

"No. No. Please..." She whimpered.

"Shut up. I can tell you're a slut. I know you want my cock in your pussy."

She shook her head. "No. No, I don't."

He suddenly ripped her t-shirt in half watching her tits heave as mounds of flesh spill out of her lacy bra.

"Yes." He insisted. "You do."

He palmed a lace covered breast, squeezing until he could feel a nipple in his palm. He pulled down one side of the material and exposed one dusy pink nipple. He flicked it with his thumb and to his surprise a breathy moan escaped her lips. Her nipples were long and he ached to suck them. He pulled on the center of the bra and forcefully ripped it off her body freeing her massive tits. They bounced out and down and he immediately lifted one huge mound from underneath and brought it to his lips.

He sucked one long lucious nipple into his mouth and pressed it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. She let out a strangled groan and he smiled.

"You are liking this aren't you."

She remained silent. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

"Aren't you?" He yelled. "Answer me!"

"I can't help it. I love to have my tits sucked. I forgot how sensitive my nipples are." She said, looking ashamed.

"No need to be embarrassed. I'd prefer it if you enjoyed it while I shove my cock in you." He smiled sardonically. "Take off your pants."

When she didn't obey him he took them off for her, forcing them down her legs.

"Wear a skirt next time. I'd rather not have to do this much work before I fuck you."

He undressed himself at lightning speed, his huge cock bobbing in front of him. Quick as a flash, he pushed her down so she was lying on the counter, her legs dangling off the edge. He roughly spread her thighs and slid two fingers in her pussy.

"You are a little slut, aren't you? Wet already? Your pink pussy shaved just the way I like it. You get a lot of cock don't you?" He continued to ask unanswered questions and he slid his fingers in and out of her heat.

"Play time is over." He said.

He lunged his hips forward and buried his cock in her hot wet pussy. She yelled out at the feel of it which gave him a sense of pride and power. He shoved his cock in and out hard, liking the sound of their flesh slapping together. The more he thrusted the more he could hear the slurping sound her pussy made as it got even wetter. Every time he jammed himself to the hilt, he watched as her tits sway violently up and down.

"Harder." She whimpered.

He pulled out of her and grabbed her arms til she sat up.

"Get on your knees." He commanded.

She obeyed. He watched her in that position for a moment. Her tits hung down so low that they almost hit the counter. He shoved his cock in her pussy from behind and reached forward to grab hold of her tits as he fucked her. After a moment he released her tits and let them bounce freely. He could hear the clapping sound her titties made as they as they bounced from side to side and then collided.

She began to moan loud and he knew she was close to what would be an explosive orgasm. He began fucking her even harder watching her tits swing like pendelums. As she orgasmed, she screamed and he could feel her pussy juices flow over his cock.

He pulled out his still hard, dripping wet cock.

"I want you to ride my dick now, bitch."

He shoved her off the counter and lay down with his cock bobbing in the air.

"Get on my cock NOW!" He screamed.

She jumped up, breathing hard and straddled his waist. She slid easily on his dick and instantly started bouncing up and down.

This was his favorite position, as he was able to watch her fleshy tits flop around as she fucked him. She leaned down for a better angle, her tits now swinging in his face. He grabbed them both to still them and took turns sucking each nipple into his mouth. Every time he sucked on her tit, she'd fuck him faster. He finally felt like he was about to come so he stilled her hips and lifted her slightly off of him.

"Stroke my cock. Aim it at those nice tits of yours."

She did so until he came all over her tits. He watched as his cum dripped off her elongated nipples. He reached up and rubbed his cum into her tits until those massive melons looked all oiled up. She gasped and moaned while he kneaded her tits and tugged on her slippery nipples.

When he was finished he simply got dressed and walked out, leaving her there panting with satisfaction.

The next day when he returned to the restaurant as always he saw his big titted waitress. She was wearing a skirt, just like he asked her too. Sometimes having a big cock has it's perks.

The End

The huge man nodded in the direction of two women stepping off the church steps. "Headin' ta th' Land Rover parked over'n the corner by the trees."

The other men in the van shifted in their seats to see. Nine heads swiveled: four shaved bald, one with a big, puffy 70's style afro, the others either short and nappy or dreaded-out. Ten altogther, counting the big man in the passenger seat. The vans' suspension creaked and groaned under their weight. The driver puffed on a joint and cracked his window for a better look at the women his partner was pointing out: a chunky carrot-top in her mid-to-late thirties, with huge jugs bouncing around in a tight black turtleneck, a white silk scarf tied around her shoulders. A big, round ass that was packed into a pair of shiny black slacks that looked painted on, tapering around her ankles. Feet wrapped in dark leather sandals. Wavy shoulder length hair pulled up and pinned at the back of her neck. The other woman was older by a couple of decades but looked similar in the face. The younger woman's mother, maybe. Probably. The driver grunted and nodded in appreciation. The older bitch still had it goin' on. Slim and graying, but with a nice rack filling out her white silk blouse; a tiny waist, nice hips and long, shapely legs sheathed under a tight, dark blue skirt with a slit up the back. Nylon stockings and high heels. Fuck me heels. A small, tasteful string of pearls hanging from her neck, matching earrings. Her ass swished as she walked.

, he thought. I'll give the bitch a motherfuckin' pearl necklace she'll never forget.

Yeah

"Yeah." The driver croaked, letting out the hit as the carrot-top pointed her keys and tweeped the sparkling gold Land Rover unlocked. "They'll do." He smiled, wickedly, flashing a mouthful of gold teeth. "Two for one. The man'll dig it."

"Sweet ride," grunted the brother with the 'fro, from the back. The nappy/dreadlocked brothers all nodded, whispering and giggling. Stoned. Excited with the hunt.

"Shi-i-it." Drawled the huge man. "Stupid rich bitches. This is like shoppin' for skeezers at Nordstroms."

The guy with the fro, chiming in: "Skeezers 'R Us."

More stoned giggling from the back of the van.

The big guy, bloodshot eyes wide and white against his black skin, peering out of the windshield at the gathering storm clouds on the horizon. "S'gonna rain."

"Yeah, big time." The driver took another hit, passed the joint across. "Supposed to be a thunderstorm comin'." He chuckled, sleepy-eyed. Dead stoned. "A big one. Good for us."

The men were quiet again. Went back to waiting. Toking out. Pot smoke drifted lazily out of the open window into the warm spring air. The Land Rover eased out of the parking lot and drove right by the van. The women looked like they were arguing. The driver smacked the the van into gear and pulled out into traffic, settling into the flow a couple cars behind the Rover.

"S'time, boys. Let's check the shit out."

***

Here we are again, Rachel thought. Home sweet home. Except, it's not. Not anymore.

Rachel pulled into her parents' - her mom's - long driveway, and pressed the remote for the garage door just as the first big, fat raindrops began splatting down on the 'Rovers' windshield. Rachel drove towards the house without speaking. The sky had turned a dark gray under the cloud cover. Her parents - mom's - house, the home she'd grown up in, that had always felt so bright and cheerful and alive loomed ahead like a dead thing. To Rachel's eye, it looked empty and forlorn. The garage door opened and she eased inside, parked, and turned off the ignition. Took a deep breath and sat still. Her mom unsnapped her seat-belt and glanced over at her. Outside, thunder boomed, not far off. Rachel peered at the rear-view mirror. Behind them, rain started pouring down, flooding the street, sluicing off the open garage door in torrents and streaming into the garage. Beating down on an old, white van that stopped and parked under the tall fir trees across the street. In seconds it was so dark and raining so hard she could barely see the van.

Weather matches my mood, she thought.

"Thanks for coming to church with me today," said Brenda. "You didn't have to."

Rachel turned her attention away from the rain. Bit her lip, nodded. "I know mom. I wanted to."

Brenda took a deep breath, twisted slightly towards Rachel. "Sweetie, I'm okay. Really." She sat quietly, calmly. Hands clasped in her lap, watching her daughter carefully. "You know, you don't have to stay."

"Mom..."

Brenda hurried on, the words coming in a rush. Cutting Rachel off. "I'm glad you and your brother were able to be here for your father's funeral. But its been two weeks. Kyle's already gone back to Denver. You've got your family waiting for you at home. They need you. And...I think I'm ready to be alone for a while." At Rachel's frown of concern, Brenda tried a smile. "Look, why don't you stay the night. We'll make dinner, maybe rent a movie. But tomorrow you're going home."

Rachel tried again. "Mom, I don't mind..."

Brenda shook her head. Firmly. "No. That's that. I appreciate everything, sweetheart. Really. I'm glad we were able to go through this together. But tomorrow you go back to your own life, and I'll go on with mine." She smiled to take the edge off her words. Patted her daughter's knee. Shifted in the leather seat and opened the door. "Now, I think I want to go lie down for a bit."

Rachel barely heard the splash of her mother's feet hitting the flood of water as Brenda stepped out of the car. She watched her mom disarm the alarm system, open the door to the house and disappear inside. She took another deep, defiant breath, finally let it out in a whoosh.

"Shit." She said, out-loud, to no one. "Fine."

Frowning, Rachel grabbed her keys and her bag. Opened her door. Followed her mom up the short set of steps to the house, annoyed by the soft swish-swish of her pant legs rubbing together. Been gaining a lot of weight lately, time to hit the gym again. Or stop with the late night ice cream sessions. She locked the car with the remote and whacked the button on the wall, activating the closing mechanism for the garage, then stepped inside the house, shutting out the sound of the storm. She didn't notice the doors to the van open and the swarm of men in ski-masks moving quickly across the street towards the house, or the masked man in dark coveralls, slipping under the closing door into the garage behind her; didn't hear him over the boom of the thunder and the pounding rain. She stepped into the kitchen and shut the door, concern for her mother distracting her.

So she didn't see the man creep up on the steps after her. Didn't see the big, scarred hand that pressed the button on the wall.

Didn't hear the sound of the garage door, ratcheting open again.

***

The driver drove with traffic, carefully, keeping far enough back to not be spotted, close enough not to lose sight of the gold SUV. Traffic cleared and he pulled up behind them, just for a second. Checked the bitches body language through the hatchback window. Looked like they'd stopped fighting, stopped talking altogether. Outside, the storm was brewing, heavy gray clouds turning darker and darker overhead. Lightning was already striking on the horizon, to the south. The Rover signaled and turned north, heading onto the freeway. Took the off-ramp cutting east, towards the lakefront.

In the back, Afro-boy noticed where they were headed, and whistled. "Shit, man. Houses out here be 'spensive like a motherfuck. Ain't no way nobody not gonna notice us, ten brothers hangin' in a mu'fuckin' van."

"Don't worry, bitch. Already thought 'bout it." The man-mountain in the passenger seat leaned over, rooted around on the floor under his seat. Came back up with two magnet signs, advertising a local cable company. Stolen off a cable truck a couple days ago. Flashed them at the guys in the back, who snorted with muffled laughter. Rolled his window down and slapped one on the door panel. Made sure it was right-side up, then handed the extra sign to the driver. Took the wheel as he did the same. "There. Nobody gonna think twice about us bein' parked on some street, or in those bitches driveway. Know what I'm sayin'?"

Afro-boy nodded, impressed.

Man-mountain and the driver glanced at each other, rolled their eyes. The driver went back to driving, thinking about the surveillance pictures the man-mountain had taken of the bitches' house, the whole bitches' neighborhood. Big, expansive, private lots. Houses set way back from the street. Amazingly, no security.

A nice, quiet place for nice, rich folks to live, in their nice, expensive, secluded homes.

He grinned, showing his rotting teeth. Glanced at them in the rearview mirror and almost laughed out loud. Just a few more runs with payoffs like this one would have, he'd get his shit taken care of, just like his partner: shit capped in gold.

***

Rachel flipped on the kitchen light, dropped her purse and keys on the counter by the espresso machine she and Steve had bought her parents last Christmas, when they'd been on their coffee kick. Before her father had gotten sick. Rachel frowned and looked around at the familiar clutter. Brenda had already disappeared. She faintly heard the soft sounds of a body getting comfortable on a bed, coming from the master bedroom, just past the family room, down at the end of the hall. A flash of lightning lit the windows, illuminating the sheet of water pouring down, obscuring the backyard. The storm was getting closer, almost on top of them. Rachel opened a cupboard, pulled out a long-stemmed glass. Found an open bottle of wine in the fridge. Poured herself half a glass of the cool, amber liquid. Drank it down, poured another. Carried the glass and the bottle into the family room. Set them both on the coffee table and collapsed onto the sofa. Took another sip. Put her feet up on the table, pressed her knuckles into her eyes and ground her head back into the cushions. Groaned and stretched, feeling the wine already numbing her system. She bend backwards into the cushions, arching her spine until it cracked.

God, that feels good.

Lightning. A big, bright flash. Out went the lights. Barely one o'clock in the afternoon, and the house was pitch dark inside.

"Shit." Rachel huffed. She rolled her eyes in irritation, let her arms plop onto the couch. Stared up into the dark, towards the ceiling. Where the ceiling should be, anyway, since it was too freakin' dark to see it now. "Shit shit shit."

She sighed, frowning, and waited for the lights to come back on, her eyes wide open. Staring up at nothing but dark space.

Another flash, immediately followed by a boom of thunder that shook the house.

Rachel froze.

Someone - something - hideous loomed above her. Leering at her.

Grinning.

Rachel screamed. A pair of big, strong hands clamped hard over her mouth, cutting off her screech. She tried to push the hands away, but more hands found her wrists, pinned them to the top of the couch. She panicked, fighting. Kicked out and knocked the coffee table over with a crash.

A deep voice, whispering, "Dammit, get her! Hold the bitch down!"

She heard the crunch of glass as something big and heavy fell on her, knocking the wind out of her. She grunted and kicked. More hands, wrapping around her ankles.

"Got her!"

"Flip her over and hold her so I can get the ring in her mouth before the cunt bites me."

Rachel fought, kicking and squirming and gnashing at the hand covering her face, but she had no chance, one against the five men holding her squirming body.

"Dammit! Hold her down! Yeah...now get her head up and open her mouth. If she bites, I'll kill one of you motherfuckers."

More lighting now. One crashing burst after another, like an awful strobe light. Rachel got insane, distorted images of her attackers with each of the flashes. She knew - knew - what was going to happen to her. Without a doubt. Knew she going to be raped. Was maybe even as good as dead. She thought of her mother, asleep in the other room. Had she heard the men? Had she called the police, or were the phones dead, like the lights?

She fought with all her strength. Screamed into the hand covering her mouth. Kicked. Felt her sandaled foot strike something soft and yielding. Heard a grunt of pain, got a small twinge of satisfaction.

"Fuck!" Someone muttered. "Bitch kicked me!"

The hand left Rachel's mouth for a second, and she was backhanded across the face. Her lip split and blood seeped into her mouth. Stunned, she was easily rolled over, forced to kneel on the couch, her butt up in the air. Arms circled her waist. Another flash of lightning lit the room. Strong hands tangled in her hair, jerking her head up. The man holding her waist twisted her scarf, knotting it tight around her throat, and yanked, cutting off her oxygen. A hand slipped down her belly, under the waistband of her pants. Probed at her crotch. Someone dry-humped her ass. The men laughed and grunted. Thick fingers jabbed deep into her nostrils and pulled up. Flesh tore. A blast of pain made her eyes water. More fingers, prying her jaw open. She gagged and moaned as something hard and rubbery was shoved into her bloody mouth. Wiggled into place, bracing her jaws wide open.

"There...just like that...there. Got it."

"God-damn, man. She's got a big fuckin' ass."

The man choking her slapped her ass, making her grunt. He twisted the scarf tighter, the edges of the material biting into her straining neck. She moaned feebly. Rachel's eyes rolled up into her head as a deeper blackness began to take hold.

"Shit man! Don't kill her - let up on that a little! I ain't fuckin' no dead bitch, an' she ain't worth anything..."

"Fuck man, I ain't gonna..."

"Shut the fuck up! You know the rules. Man won't take 'em if we hurt 'em too much. Just get her pants off so we can have some fun."

The pressure around her neck eased. A little. The fingers ripped out of her nostrils. The men didn't bother taking off her clothes. They just wanted them out of their way. Easier to just rip everything apart, and took less time then removing them piece by piece. Actually made some of the guys hornier than if she was full-blown naked anyway. Her turtleneck was yanked up over her chest, around her armpits. Fingernails scratched at her heavy, swaying breasts, tugging the cups of her bra until they stuck under her tits. Her thin leather belt was undone, the snap to her pants torn open. She heard the rip of the zipper, felt the pressure ease off her backside as the pants were pulled over her butt and down her quivering thighs. They were left bunched around her calves, good as tying her legs with a rope.

"Ahhh, shit - look at that ass..." The man behind her sighed. Her panties were pulled away from her butt; Rachel heard the material tear, felt cool air on her skin.

The huge man in front of Rachel unzipped, reached into his coveralls and pulled out a thick, meaty black cock. He smacked it against her forehead, rubbed it on her cheeks. The mask he wore hid his upper face, but the bottom was cut away. He smiled, revealing rotting, pitted teeth. He grabbed her by the hair to keep her head in place and pushed the tip of his massive, flaccid dick into her pried-open mouth.

"Time to fuck, bitch," he growled, and shoved with his hips.

Rachel's jaw popped. She gagged as his cock was forced down her throat; smelled old sweat and smoke and rancid, foul body odor. Behind her, something big and hard was rubbing the crack of her ass, probing, poking at her dry cunt. Rough hands squeezed her tits, fingers pinched her sensitive nipples. The men around her joked and laughed, kept up running comments on her body.

Helpless, Rachel began to cry.

***

It was Rachel's scream that woke Brenda. Amazingly, she'd dozed off quickly, exhausted from lack of sleep. The last months had been hard. She'd taken care of her husband while he wasted away, until she just couldn't do it anymore. Then she'd spent the last few weeks living at the hospice. Her kids had come, and tried to help. They meant well, she knew. Especially Rachel. But now...now that everything was over...

Brenda just wanted to rest.

She walked into the empty house and followed the familiar route to her bedroom without even thinking. Didn't turn a light on until she'd flopped, fully dressed, onto her bed. Then she switched on the small light that sat on her nightstand. Lightning flashed outside, and the light blinked off.

Brenda sighed. Knew the power was out. That was fine. She'd flip the circuit breaker after a nap. Or Rachel could. That's what she was here for, wasn't she? To help? Brenda sighed and rolled over, digging into her covers, and listened to the rain patter against her windows. Let the steady, quiet rhythm lull her to sleep...

And then the scream.

Brenda snapped awake, sat up in a rush, her head feeling thick and groggy. Had she been dreaming? Was that really a scream? Then her motherly instincts kicked in, recognized the voice.

Rachel.

Realized the lights were out.

.

She must've hurt herself

Brenda rolled over, stood up. Absently patted her hair as she opened the bedroom door.

"Rachel? Sweetie? You okay?"

Brenda froze, staring at the mountain of a man standing in front of her. Over the crash of thunder, she heard the vague sounds of a struggle down the hall. Realized what was happening in an instant. Her eyes popped open, took a breath, but didn't get a chance to scream. A hand the size of a small ham clamped around her throat, and she was pushed back into her room and onto her bed, carried half off the floor like she weighed no more than a child.

"Find some pantyhose and tie her down," the man-mountain rasped.

He forced himself between her flailing legs. Lay on top of her. Crushed her with his body. Spittle ran from his mouth, dripped on her face as she gasped for breath. Lightning lit the room, one continuous flash after another, followed by deafening booms of thunder. Brenda's arms were yanked at right angles over her head, pinned to the bed. Masked men in coveralls unceremoniously pulled out her dresser drawers, spilling the contents, tossing her clothes until they found her underwear, her lingerie. One of the men found a pair of silk stockings, held them up for inspection.

The man-mountain nodded. "Yeah. Perfect." The silken hose was tied to the headboard and a post at the end of the bed, then to each of Brenda's wrists.

"Get me a ring and open her mouth..."

"No-o-oooo..." She moaned around the hand clamped tight over her face.

Her high heels scuffed the floor. She lost a shoe as she kicked and bucked under the man crushing the breath from her. Fingers pinched her nose. The man-mountain let go of her neck, let go of her face, and Brenda gasped for breath, opening her mouth wide. His hand quickly pressed down and pulled at her chin. Fingers pushed past her lips and pried open her mouth even further. Someone forced something hard and rubbery in past her teeth. She bit down hard, but the rubbery thing kept her from inflicting any damage. Got a bruising punch in the kidney for her trouble. Brenda's eyes flew open and her knees came up with the burst of pain, locking around the man-mountain's waist. He wiggled the rubber ring, wedging it in tight. The thing covered her teeth, left her mouth open in a wide, vulnerable circle.

The man tying her finished. The man-mountain laughed down at her. Mocking. "Old bitch still got teeth." Brenda felt the silk stockings bite into her wrists, felt her fingers go numb.

"Not anymore." The man that tied her climbed onto the bed, kneeling right above her head. Unzipped his fly. He leered down at her, his bloodshot eyes partially hidden behind his mask. "Wanna see what I got for you, you old fuckin' cunt?"

He pulled his cock out, let it flop on her face. His meat was warm and heavy; big enough that it covered her face from the top of her head to her jaw. Brenda squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, back and forth, moaning. His cock flopped off onto the bed, twitched like a dying fish.

The huge man on top of her grunted. "Spread her legs."

Two men behind him grabbed her ankles, yanked her legs wide.

"Let's see some titty."

The man on top of her eased off, then ripped open her blouse. Lighting flashed, pulsing like a strobelight, making everything move like a slow motion nightmare. Big, rough hands moved over her body; played with her tits, rucked her skirt up around her hips. Suddenly able to breath again, Brenda screamed. The men laughed. A hole was torn in the crotch of her stockings, from front to back. The seam of her panties was pulled out and ripped in half. Brenda heard more zippers open. Saw more big cocks point her way. Big hands circled her waist, pinning her hips in place, down on the bed. The man-mountain spit on his hand, reached down and pushed a wet finger into her snatch.

She screamed again, wiggled. Tried in vain to avoid the cock slapping her face. Tried in vain to kick, break her legs away from the men holding them. Screamed as the finger slipped into her, knuckle by thick knuckle, finger-fucking her. Screamed as someone took her by a throbbing wrist and pried her fingers open, forced her to cup and stroke another long, thick, limp dick.

Annoyed, the man-mountain looked up at the guy cock-slapping Brenda's face. "Shut th' bitch up, man. Damn! Quit playin' with it and stick that shit down her fuckin' throat."

"Heh." The cock-slapper laughed, shifted his hips so his ass was directly above Brenda's face. He bent and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back into the mattress, turning her face straight up. He levered the tip of his cock into her gaping mouth, eased it inside. Brenda gagged and her entire body quivered as the hot, sweaty meat slipped in, inch by inch. She tried to bite down but the rubber-ring only compressed enough to make her jaw hurt. He ignored her, didn't stop, pushing and thrusting deep into the back of her neck, until her eyes were bugging from the pain and her stomach was heaving. Bile and spit burped up around the sides of his shaft, lubricating him, making it easier to force himself down her constricting throat, until finally his balls rested lightly on her forehead, his curly black pubic hair poking her eyes.

"Ahh, yeah..." he sighed.

Then he started to bounce, slowly. Up and down. Never moving his cock more than a few inches, keeping it buried.

The man-mountain pulled his finger out of Brenda's twat with a wet pop. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, a foot-long mass of hard, black flesh and throbbing veins. He pressed it against her pussy lips. Rubbed. His cock getting longer, harder. Getting lubed up. He groaned with pleasure, grabbed his dick in hand and jabbed the tip into her pussy. Ripped into her. Brenda screamed with the last of her breath, the sound like a feeble croak around the dick fucking her face, and her body spasmed. The man-mountain laughed and caught her around the waist with his hands, pushed with his legs and ass, letting his weight drive him forward, deeper into her, until his dick was rammed tight into her cunt. He unbuttoned the top of his coveralls and slipped them over his shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Exposing his naked, hairy chest. He let himself fall on top of her, enjoyed the feel of her silk shirt bunched against his skin. He grabbed her breasts, snapping one satin strap off at the seam, where the strap met the white, lacy material of the cup; and engulfed a rubbery pink nipple in his thick, slobbery lips. She squealed with pain as he chomped down on her tit and wiggled under him, exciting him. He grinned at her pained face, tearing at her nipple, his gold teeth gleaming in the flashes of light.

"Awright bitch." Whispered into her ear as his partner slow-fucked her in the throat. "Time to split your shit in half."

He slowly eased his hips back, pulling gently out of her snatch.

He grinned. Squeezed her tits, holding them tight, bracing his huge, flabby arms straight, using her breasts for leverage. Crushing away what little breath she was able to draw from her blocked throat. Held her down, and slammed all twelve inches back into her cunt, as hard as he could.

Brenda felt something inside her tear. Pain shot through her abdomen. She whimpered and thrashed against her silken binds, scissoring her legs and kicking out as the man-mountain chewed her tits and fucked her, hard and fast. Pain, like she'd never known, not even when she'd delivered her babies. At least then she'd been drugged, the pain numbed. Sweat began dripping off the cock-slapper's balls, off his ass, onto her face. Her chest and belly grew slippery with the man-mountain's sweat and slobber as he licked and bit at her tits. Blood oozed from her torn pussy, smearing the inside of her legs and her crotch, staining her torn panties and nylons. One of the man holding her ankles pressed the heel of her stockinged foot against his throbbing member. Ground his crotch against the silky material. Then the man-mountain grunted like a bull and jerked hard. Started pounding her, his belly smothering her, grinding his fat ass in a hard, desperate circle.

Barely a minute, and the rapist was ready for his release.

More than. He'd been waiting for this bitch, waiting to fuck this pussy for days, until his balls were swollen and heavy and sore. He'd caught his first glimpse of her as she was leaving a funeral, along with the other bitch in the living room. Did his homework. Followed them home, tailed them for weeks. Told his partners, who already had a man set up to buy her, and her daughter, too. Half the money had already been transferred, getting everything in motion. Which is why he and the boys had been waiting that morning. Followed the bitches to breakfast, then to church.

As soon as he saw the old bitch at the funeral, he wanted her. Would'a probably come for her even if they hadn't found a buyer. And today - when he saw her walking down those church steps, with her skirt swishing around her knees, saw the shadow of her lacy bra through her blouse - man, he wanted her like F'n crazy. Had enough with the blue-balls. He needed to fuck.

Now he had her.

And he was ready to fill her with a big fucking load of hot, white cum.

The veins in his neck stood out like cords as he fucked her and he bellowed as he came, squeezing Brenda's breasts so hard she thought he was going to tear them off. The pain from his massive cock ripping and tearing in her suddenly eased. He pumped into her again and again with short, hard thrusts, shooting her full of hot cum; the thick jets of warm semen burned like salt for a moment, then soothed her torn insides. She felt the cum ooze and drip out of her twat and down the crack of her ass. His arms trembled and he collapsed onto her belly. Brenda felt his cock slowly wither and go limp inside her.

Then he shoved violently away and stepped away from the bed. The next man in line, the one who had been jacking off with her foot, stepped between her legs to take his turn. Brenda groaned as his cock slipped into her, painfully filling her again.

Tears leaked from her eyes, blending with the sweat from the man face-fucking her. He was breathing hard now, his thrusts coming faster. His cock was hot and throbbing, felt like it was on fire in her mouth. He turned, levering a leg over her chest, and kneeled over her neck. Grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled her head forward. Sharp pain shot down her spine and the coarse denim of his coveralls scraped her bruised lips as he rammed his cock faster and faster. It swelled in her mouth, cutting off her air again. He tore at her hair, slamming her head forward to meet each thrust. He let out a low growl deep in his throat and came, just as the new man started fucking her pussy. He held her face against his hairy crotch, his orgasm shooting a long stream of hot, salty cum down Brenda's throat.

Outside, the storm kept raging. No one in the house even noticed when it passed.

***

Rachel lay face down, spread-eagled on the bed, on top of her mother. Arms and legs tied tight, her clothes now mostly gone except for her bra and her scarf, which the man fucking her ass had wrapped around her face, using it like a horse bridle. The men had been there, in the house, raping them over and over, for hours. Seemed even longer, like days. Except for the pain, Rachel found that she almost no longer cared about the rape. The men had all taken their turn, using each of them as they wanted. Ate food from the refrigerator. Drank her mothers wine. Got stoned. Slept. Fucked them some more. She'd been raped on the couch off-and-on until the old grandfather clock on the wall said it was past eight in the evening. If no one was using her, she was tied like a pig about to be slaughtered, with her hands bound tightly to her ankles, and then gagged until the next round or rapes began.

It was rare that she'd been left alone for long.

They'd dragged her into her mother's room, bruised and beaten, not long after ten that night. The men let them both use the toilet, then tied them down to the bed good and tight. Her mother was spread-eagled across the middle of the bed, flat on her back, feet almost touching the floor. Rachel on top, facing her. The men had strapped a big, black dildo around her waist, and forced her to use it to fuck her mother while they took turns raping her in the ass. Rachel watched Brenda's tears run down the side of her face, tried desperately to ignore the warm touch of Brenda's flesh against hers. The men dug around in the closets, found her mother's cameras. Laughed and took pictures, videotaped everything. Played the rapes over on the television while they taped more.

Eventually they finished. Showered, pulled back on their coveralls as the first hint of sunlight filtered through the pulled window blinds. Rachel listened as they spoke, tried to make sense of what was going to happen next.

The man with the gold teeth stepped to the edge of the bed, grinning. Held up a syringe. Squirted liquid from the wicked, gleaming needle.

Brenda silently closed her eyes. Rachel jerked frantically above her, again trying to pull her wrists free, to fight.

The rest of the men crowded around. Strong hands and the silk bonds held them still, no matter how hard they struggled.

The man grinned. "Time to go to sleep..."

Pantyhose twisted around Rachel's forearm, at the crook of her elbow. A hand smacked her arm. Veins popped out. Rachel felt the bite of the needle and began to weep uncontrollably. Felt the rush of warmth as the drug flooded her system. Faintly heard her mother gasp around her gag as she was stuck as well. The needle was yanked away, and a small trail of blood dripped from the wound.

The room began to spin. Grew hazy. Rachel felt her eyes droop, the lids too heavy to keep open.

Then she felt very little at all, for a very long time.

***

Unconscious, Rachel and Brenda were stripped completely naked, bagged and tied. The driver backed the van into an empty bay in the garage. The women were carried out and dumped unceremoniously on the cold steel flooring, covered with old blankets. The men took what they wanted from the house, scavenged the cash and cards from the purses on the counter. Loaded up as much as they could, and piled back in themselves, except for the man-mountain. He pounded the drivers' door as the van pulled out of the driveway, headed back to the abandoned warehouse where they'd unload the packages for transport and get all the stolen shit ready to fence.

He jingled the keys to the Rover, opened the door. Turned on the ignition, eased the seat back and settled in for the drive to the hack-shop, running calculations in his head. Figuring the two bitches, all the shit to hock, and the Rover... It was a nice haul. Better than he expected. He figured they should clear maybe a mil, mil-and-a-half on this job, easy.

Once paid, everything sold, he'd divvy up the cash. Then they'd all go their separate ways for a while, lay low again until the next order came in.

Or somebody caught his fancy again.

***

Brenda woke, sleepy-eyed but clear-headed, for the first time in... how long? Days? Weeks? She wasn't sure.

She tried to sit up. Made it about half-way before something stopped her. A small burst of pain in her belly. A jingle of chains. For a second, she thought she was still at home, tied to her bed. She looked around, realized she was still tied up in a bed, but not her bed. Or her room.

Wasn't in her house at all.

It was warm, even though Brenda could hear the buzz of air-conditioning, feel cool air blowing from an overhead vent. She glanced around. The mattress was comfortable, covered with a cool, white satin sheet. Thin gold chains around her wrists and ankles tied her to a solid iron bed frame. The room was small with a high ceiling, brightly lit. Video cameras mounted high in each corner, LED lights glowing red. Other than the cameras, the room contained nothing but the bed she was chained to. One doorway on her right, a few feet away, covered with a transparent silk hanging. Brenda herself felt clean, smelled a subtle, flowery perfume. Dressed - if you could call it that - head to foot in pure white silk and lace, with lots of skin still showing.

She shifted on the bed, her silk lingerie whispering against the satin sheet. Brenda was horrified to discover she felt slightly... aroused. Felt kind of... tingly. All over.

Felt wet. Down there.

Brenda pulled on her chains, yanking hard on the slim bands of gold. Heard something over the jangle of chains against the iron bed frame.

Then she froze.

Voices, from out of the room, getting closer. A hand, sweeping back the curtain in the doorway. A man and a young boy stepped into the room, both dark-skinned, the man with a thick, black goatee covering his chin. Both dressed in... robes? Arabic? They stared at her blankly, like she was just another piece of furniture, the man speaking to the boy in another language. Foreign. Pointing, jabbing his finger at Brenda's tits, at her crotch. The boy listened intently, his small, round face slightly flushed.

Brenda tried to speak, couldn't. Her mouth was still propped wide open. Only managed a series of weak grunts. The man slapped her across the face, violently knocking her head to the side. He raised his fist again, shook it at Brenda. She understood immediately, gulped spittle and blood, shook her head, wide-eyed. Kept quiet. Didn't want to get hit again. The man turned his attention to the boy, spoke something, rapid-fire. Then he turned on his heel and stomped out of the room.

The sound of his footsteps died away. Brenda turned her eyes on the boy, pleading. He stared back. She glanced quickly at the open doorway, but the man appeared to be gone. She tried to catch the boys' eye, looked from him up to her chained wrist. Again. Imploring him with her tears.

The boy broke into a wicked grin and hit her; pounded her in the stomach full-on, with a closed fist, putting all the strength of his small body into the blow. Shouted at her as she gasped for breath and tried to curl up in a protective ball. The chains held her in place while her body convulsed, flopping around on the bed. Eventually, the pain ebbed.

Fresh tears dripped down Brenda's cheeks.

A burst of scolding from the boy. Wagging his finger at her. Then he stripped. Let his robes drop to the floor. Naked, hairless except for the dark black mop on his head, he climbed on top of her, between her splayed legs, his small, brown cock sticking straight out over her belly. His little hands grabbed at her tits. Squeezed until she screamed - an animal sound, pouring out of her until she was hoarse. He laughed, his voice high like a girls, and lay on top of her. He weighed almost nothing. Brenda felt his little cock poking and probing, felt it slip inside her.

When her body responded to him almost immediately, she gasped. He pulled the cups of her lace bra down over her breasts. His little teeth found her nipple, bit hard, drawing blood. Pain shot through her, bringing shivers of pleasure; pleasure that in turn caused fresh tears of shame and humiliation. Brenda's back arched as he entered her, pushing her breast hard against his mouth; without conscious thought her legs spread wider for him, scissored against his sides, his buttocks.

This can't be happening, she thought. The boy grinned, staring at her with her brown nipple caught in his white little teeth, stretching it... Fucking her. Pumping her with his little cock.

Another flash of pleasure, blinding her senses until all she could hear was the soft sound of her low moans of passion over a child's sweet laughter; followed by a warm explosion in her crotch, and a flood of moisture that trickled out of her body...

***

At the other side of the hall, in his private rooms, the boy's father was sitting in front of a series of color video monitors, watching as his son punished his new toy, a small gift for his birthday, a tiny pittance spent to celebrate his son's first day of manhood; then watched happily as he fucked the woman. Watched as the drugs the woman had been injected with took hold. Watched her respond to his son, clamping her stocking-clad legs around his slim body.

Smiled the smile of a proud man. He himself had picked out the woman's clothes, the finest in the Western world's lingerie: the lace brassiere, the garter belt, the silk stockings. Her jewelry. He prepared her himself. Just like his father had for him. He remembered his first time, his first toy. Remembered his own father's pride as he slowly, methodically broke the woman to his will.

That seemed such a long time ago now.

Once he was certain nothing was amiss, the man turned from the rows of streaming video, camera angles flickering from room to room throughout the mansion, the entire property, and let his son have his private moment. He stood and stepped into his own room, stripping off his robes as he moved. Tossed them aside and stood naked, admiring the thick curves of the woman in front of him, gagged and tied face down on the torturers' rack. Ready to be taken. His manhood stood out from his body, hard and thick. Pulsing with need. From a shelf overflowing with his favorite tools, he selected a small, supple riding crop.

Rachel saw him in front of her. Whimpered. He yanked her head up by her hair so her face was level with his cock, grinned down at her. His eyes were alive, dancing with evil lust. Her body was already covered with bloody welts. His son's work.

Teaching. Always teaching.

He showed her the riding crop. Brought it down hard, cracking it across her shoulders.

Rachel screamed into her gag. Her body quivered with pain from the new gash as fresh blood flowed. The man moved behind her, fingered her pussy. She was wet. Hot. He knew that she would be: the new sex drug was working perfectly. He liked them better this way: begging, crying, in pain; always in pain, but unable to control the responses of their bodies to the administration of the pain.

The man ran the tip of the crop lightly down the side of her naked, sweaty flank. She flinched, trying to slip away from the probing leather. He grabbed his cock, stroking himself, rubbing her pussy. Slipped snugly inside her soft, wet folds. She was a perfect fit.

"You are mine now, woman." He raised the crop again, and smiled.

Always teaching.

 

~ Fin ~

Can't be... can't... please...

Epilogue

            Today was Friday, which meant cheerleading practice for Vanessa.  The team had practiced hard and after it was over most of the girls went straight home, a couple had quick showers and then went home but Vanessa had a nice long, hot shower.  Normally she would have gone straight home as well, since she only lived two blocks away but things hadn’t been great at home for a couple of weeks.  Her parents were always fighting and her older sister had started to spend all her time, day and night, at her boyfriend’s to escape it while their older brother had moved out because he couldn’t deal with it and his university workload too.  This left Vanessa with nothing, she was popular and could spend her time with her friends and such but she didn’t like to talk about such things with them when they all had such perfect homes and would be scandalized that her parents were talking about divorce!  As popular as she was she didn’t have a boyfriend...not because she hadn’t been asked more times than she could count but because she wasn’t allowed to date until she was 18 and, despite everything, she listened to her parents. 

               It was five o’clock by the time she shut off the shower.  Vanessa sighed and toweled herself off before getting out.  She redressed in her school uniform, the typical white long-sleeved blouse, plaid skirt that came to mid-thigh, knee socks and flat black dress shoes.  There was a jacket too but she stuffed it into her bag as it was a warm May day.  Slinging her backpack onto her shoulder she left the girl’s locker room and headed for the exit near the gymnasium that led out into the fields.  Just as she reached the exit the senior football team came in (about 15 guys) from the fields, grass-stained and sweaty, with their coach and the boy’s gym teacher bringing up the rear.  “Well, well, look what we have here, guys,” one of them called out.  Immediately all eyes went to Vanessa.  “Ooh, if it isn’t little miss goody-too shoes tease herself,” called another guy.  Vanessa smiled weakly and backed up a little, their sneering tones setting a dozen warning signals off inside her mind.

            The guys started to advance on her and she backed up faster, wanting to turn and run but afraid to turn her back on the group of lustful and hostile males.  Her back hit the concrete wall halting her but the guys stopped too as the coach and the gym teacher came forward.  Thank God, Vanessa thought, I’m saved!  She didn’t know the coach’s name but she knew the gym teacher’s even if she didn’t really know him.  “Mr. Jenner, I don’t know what these guys are playing at but please make them stop!”  Mr. Jenner looked at her and then looked at the football team thoughtfully.  He turned back to her, a wicked gleam lighting his blue eyes, “Well, Miss Seaton, there are quite a few of them; I don’t think I could possibly stop them if they really wanted to continue what they were thinking of doing.”  Vanessa’s eyes widened in horror and glanced at the coach, seeking another ally but he just stared back with a look of smug satisfaction on his face.  The team took Mr. Jenner’s words for what they were: consent so long as he could participate too.   

            The team grinned and began to advance on her again, Vanessa slid around the corner of the wall she was against and started running and screaming.  “Help!  Help me, somebody!”  But no one came and she knew that it must be about five thirty by now and the school was utterly empty except for her and the football team.  She heard the thunder of the team’s footfalls as they ran after her and she tried to run faster but as she reached the main hall she slipped in her uniform dress shoes on the freshly mopped floor and fell.  She started to get up, frantic with fear now, when the captain of the team picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.  She began screaming and crying, beating his back with her fists and kicking with her legs, knowing deep down that it was futile.  “Please,” she sobbed, “don’t do this!”  He laughed, as did the rest of the team, and slapped her hard on the ass. 

            They carried her into an empty classroom nearby and cleared off the teacher’s desk and laid her on top of it, positioning her so that her head hung over the edge.  “Please!  Why are you doing this to me?”  “Because you’re the hottest girl in school and yet you refuse every guy who asks you out.  In short, you’re a tease!”  Vanessa cried harder, “I’m not allowed to date until I’m eighteen!  It’s not because I’m a tease,” she explained desperately.  The captain snorted, “That may be but girls like you don’t usually obey their parents!”  Vanessa gave up trying to reason with them and began thrashing around, trying to escape.  She might as well have saved her strength because as soon as she started hands seized her arms and held them tight above her head then they grabbed her legs and pulled them wide open.  Suddenly she felt her shirt ripped open, heard the popping of the buttons as they flew off in every direction.  She wanted desperately to cover herself but with her hands held tight above her she knew there was no point in even trying. 

She heard a drawer open and saw the captain holding up a pair of scissors and lifted her head to watch as he lowered them and slipped them over the piece of bra in between her breasts.  He cut it and pushed the bra cups off her breasts, she felt her nipples tighten as the cool air hit them.  Even though she knew they must know that her nipples only tightened because of the cold air on them she flushed as the captain sneered, “Oh, so you like this do you, tease?”  She shook her head frantically but he wasn’t looking, he had moved away and she felt a hand on each breast as two guys on the team squeezed and fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.  She gave a soft moan of pain and humiliation, which they took for enjoyment, and let her head fall back so that she couldn’t watch.  No sooner had she done this when she felt the cool metal of the scissors on her left thigh and abdomen as they cut one side of the waist of her panties then the other side.  She felt the captain pull down the cut piece of panties and then pulled them out from under her, leaving her pussy bare and exposed.

“Warm her up for me, Dave,” ordered the captain.  “Sure thing, Luke,” said Dave.  Vanessa could hear clothes being taken off and she figured that Luke must be undressing.  Then she felt fingers spread her slit and rub her clit.  Vanessa squirmed as much as possible, “Please, no,” she cried out.  Dave stopped and she thought, for one hopeful second, that they were at last going to come to their senses and stop but she felt two fingers plunge into her pussy and she cried out, she was extremely tight and very dry and so even two fingers caused her pain, especially since she was terrified.  As Dave finger fucked her pussy she listened as Luke the captain gave out more orders.  “Neil, take Aaron, Mike, Roy, Harry and Jake and bring six buckets of cold water back here.  Kyle, you go and get your camera from the video production classroom and Paul, I need you to get your camera from the photography classroom.  The rest of you, start undressing.”  There was a rush of sound as the eight guys left to do their captain’s bidding and the rest undressed, football uniforms flying everywhere in their haste to get naked. 

“How is she, Dave,” asked the captain.  “Very tight, Luke, definitely a pussy virgin, so it goes without saying that she’d be an anal virgin too.”  “Excellent.”  Luke walked over to Vanessa and stopped at her head, looking down at her he asked, “Is this your first time for everything?  Have you even been kissed before?”  She could do nothing except shake her head.  “Better check her ass too, Dave, she might be lying,” Luke suggested.  As one, the guys holding her flipped her over.  On her stomach now, her breasts pressing into the desk, her eyes widened in horror as she felt Dave spread her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole.  She tensed as she felt his finger rubbing his spit around, moistening the entrance.  Dave inserted his finger quickly and Vanessa gave a sharp gasp of pain.  “Yep, she’s an anal virgin too, Luke,” he said as he started to finger fuck her ass.  “Great, we’ll have a lot of fun loosening her up then.”  With that, Luke grabbed her hair on the top of her head and jerked her head up.

Her jaw dropped open in shock as she looked at a cock for the first time in her life.  It looked quite big to her, she had no idea it was only a little above average size at 7” long, 2” thick.  Luke took her moment of surprise to shove his cock into her mouth.  He thrust it so far in that it went down her throat, gagging her.  He started to face fuck her and she quickly realized she’d have to breathe when he pulled outwards.  She closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing and trying not to think about the cock in her mouth or the finger in her ass.  Luke pulled out of her mouth and let go of her hair abruptly, causing her head to fall down suddenly.  Neil, Aaron, Mike, Roy, Harry and Jake were back with the water – what it could be for she couldn’t imagine.  Kyle and Paul followed the other six into the room carrying cameras.  “Shuck your clothes, guys,” said Luke, “time for the show to start!”  More undressing followed and Paul started snapping pictures of her as Kyle started to video the scene.

Vanessa was roughly flipped over again and Luke climbed onto the desk between her legs.  Hands had started to pinch and twist her nipples again and someone else forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her roughly.  She dimly heard the words, “You’re our cum receptacle now, cunt!”  When the guy kissing her broke off and Luke slammed into her pussy, breaking through her virginity, in one painful stroke.  “Noooooooooooooooooooo!  Stop it, stop it!  Please stop,” Vanessa begged through tears of pain as Luke started to pump in and out of her pussy but the guys just laughed.  After what seemed like an eternity Luke drove home and Vanessa felt him stiffen and felt something warm fill her.  Luke had cum inside her.  Luke got off and she heard someone else get on the table and opened her eyes to see who it was.  It was a fully naked Mr. Jenner and his cock looked even larger than Luke’s.  He looked her straight in the eyes and rammed into her pussy, blood from her lost virginity and Luke’s cum making his entrance slightly less painful but with her still being so tight and Mr. Jenner being larger than Luke it still hurt tremendously.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!  You bastards,” Vanessa cried out through her sobs.  “Wash her mouth out, boys!”  She recognized Luke’s voice now and thought he must mean the water but gave a gasp of pain as she was slapped across the face.  A cock entered her mouth and she looked up to see who it was, it was Kyle.  Luke must be videoing now, she thought dully as Kyle fucked her face.  She felt Mr. Jenner cum inside her and almost immediately afterwards Kyle came in her mouth.  “Swallow it all, bitch, or we’ll beat the shit out of you!”  It was sticky and had a salty taste to it but she swallowed obediently, trying not to gag as she did so.  Someone else had replaced Mr. Jenner between her legs and was fucking away, she looked, and it was the coach.  She closed her eyes, willing her mind to think of anything else, to take her far away but after two guys cumming in her pussy she was well lubed and most of the pain was now gone and she was starting to feel a tingling sensation.  She felt the coach cum inside her and she realized it was a rather pleasant feeling, having their hot cum shoot out inside her.  The coach got off of her and she heard him and Mr. Jenner say they had to get going as they were expected home and thanked the team for a good time and they left. 

“Turn her over; I want to take her ass!”  She looked to see who had spoken with utter fear and it was Paul.  His cock was very long but thinner than the others had been.  The guys turned her over and Paul spread her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole a couple of times before thrusting all the way into her anus in one stroke.  Vanessa screamed and cried, “Ahhhhhhh!  Nooooooooo!”  Paul started to fuck her roughly sending spikes of pain through her young body.  “Stop!  You’re killing me!”  This brought more laughter and suddenly her mouth was full of cock.  When Paul came in her ass and pulled out cum leaked out and stung; Paul’s entry had torn the rim of her anus a little.  Whoever’s cock was in her mouth came and she swallowed it all, not wanting to risk finding out what would happen if she didn’t.  Someone quickly replaced Paul, someone longer and thicker, ripping into her anus with amazing force.  The pain was excruciating, so much so that she passed out. 

Vanessa didn’t get much of a reprieve because Luke the captain went and picked up one of the buckets of water and threw it on her face.  She woke up, spluttering and coughing, the pain in her ass instantaneous in its return.  The guy currently in her ass shot his load deep into her rectum and got off her.  “Time to speed up the show, boys, or our parents will start wondering where we are,” Luke informed them.  “Time to start double fucking her,” he added.  Vanessa might have been an innocent but she wasn’t stupid and could easily guess what was meant.  She started screaming and sobbing but she was in too much pain to do much more so when a guy climbed underneath her she didn’t struggle very much.  When she felt the guy underneath her grasp her hips while another spread her ass cheeks she tried pleading with them again though she knew it would do no good.  The guy underneath her suddenly pulled hips down, plunging his cock into her ass, and she screamed and struggled to lift herself off of his punishing cock but he held her tightly.  Another guy mounted the desk and thrust his cock into her pussy and at this double invasion she felt as if she had been torn apart completely.

They started moving in sync with one another, fucking her hard and fast, pounding their cocks into both of her holes mercilessly.  Vanessa sobbed, tears streaming down her face.  The two guys fucking her came and were immediately replaced by two more and on it went.  After those two fucked her two more did so and then two more after that until the last two took her as well.  Vanessa had stopped feeling pain six men ago, for all their cum and her blood had provided the lubrication necessary and their cocks had stretched her holes enough so that she was no longer so painfully tight.  In fact, when they were finished, Vanessa was no longer feeling anything for she had detached her mind from her body enabling her to imagine this was happening to someone else and not her.  She lay on the desk, immobile, as all of the guys redressed and said taunting remarks to her deaf ears.  One of the guys, she thought it might have been Luke again, tossed another bucket of water over her. 

She vaguely heard their warning threat, probably not to tell anyone but she didn’t really take in what was said, and then they left.  She lay on the desk like that, the whole weekend, unmoving and she didn’t sleep.  She just stayed in a state of separated-consciousness, aware of nothing and everything.  Monday morning came and the teacher of that classroom came in and screamed when she saw Vanessa lying naked on her desk in blood, cum and water.  The teacher’s screams brought several other teachers in the vicinity and they all were horrified and feared that Vanessa was dead.  The teacher who had discovered Vanessa was a biology teacher and ran over to Vanessa and checked her pulse while another teacher used the classroom telephone to call 911.  “She’s alive but unconscious!” The first teacher called out which the teacher on the phone relayed to the 911 operator.  “They’re sending an ambulance, Sarah.”  The other teachers fetched the principle and he decided to close the school for that day so they proceeded to send the arriving students back home.  All wondered what was going on and what on earth an ambulance and a police car were doing in front of their school but none would find out until the next days news report. 

The paramedics brought Vanessa about and the police asked what had happened she uttered a disjointed sentence before passing out again.  “Raped...senior football team...the coach...Mr. Jenner...all of them.”  The revelation of her sentence was met with utter horror and disgust.  The police copied down her statement and immediately began proceedings to round up all of the men Vanessa had mentioned for questioning and for Vanessa to identify.  The paramedics took Vanessa to the hospital and she came around again and asked for her parents who arrived shortly after.  It took a few months but all of the men were sent to jail and Vanessa tried to go on with her life but was too afraid to leave the house, to afraid to even try and so she lived the rest of her life as an agoraphobic. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     "Are you alright?" suddenly heard Julie. She lifted her head, and saw a stranger, about 40 years old, looking at her in pity.

     "I don't know," she sniffed.

     "You don't need any help now, do you?"

     "No, thank you," Julie answered cautiously. She had just realized where she was, how she was dressed, and that she was far from help. If that stranger had something on his mind...

Which he did.

Noone would help. She pressed herself closer to the brick wall, partly trying to gather some warmth between her and the cold bricks, partly because she was getting a fluttering feeling of fear in her stomach. The stranger looked around. Then his steel-gray eyes narrowed on Julie.

     "Are you cold? Want to come in and I could warm you up?"

The feeling was growing.

     "N..." Julie was about to say 'no' but the stranger suddenly gagged her with a dirty hand.

     "You're coming with me, you little bitch, like it or not," he hissed in Julie's ear and dragged her into the lobby of the house across the street. Julie was so terrified she couldn't fight at first, but then, on the stairs, she started kicking and punching any part of the stranger she could reach. He growled, then pushed her through the door and threw her on the bed with a strong punch to the face. Julie cried and licked the blood off her lips.

     The stranger's face split into a satisfied grin. He fixed his brown greasy hair a bit with one hand, then turned to face Julie. Without a word, he grasped her wrists and tied them to the leather loops in the upper corners of the large bed. Then he did the same with her legs. Julie couldn't fight, she was just sobbing quietly. Finally the stranger spoke to her again.

     "You were such a good girl. I might not cause you as much pain as I thought I needed to before..." He grinned again, then noticed her hard nipples. "Ooh, excited, are we?" He licked his lips in lust.

     "No... Please... Let me go... Don't hurt me..." finally gasped Julie hoarsely. "And please... water..."

     "Oh, you won't need water, my dear..." laughed the man. He closed in on her, and took out his pocket knife. Julie winced, but he was only cutting her clothes, revealing the perky cups. "Beatiful..." he chuckled.

     "You are quite the silent type, my dear," he laughed at Julie who was petrified. Then, without a warning, he jumped at her and forced his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her roughly for about a minute, while massaging her breasts with his hands. Then he ripped himself away. Julie saw a familiar bulge on his pants, like the one she saw on her boyfriend when she was about to do him a handjob. Her last hope was blown away. "No..."

     "Yes, you bitch, YES" groaned the man and pulled his pants off. Julie gasped at the size of his dick. It was 10 inches, or nearly that. The stranger hopped onto the bed and almost sat on Julie's face. "SUCK IT"

     Julie sobbed and licked the man's dick hesitantly.

     "I said suck it,"

     Julie, tears in eyes, let the man's cock enter her soft mouth. "Aaaaarrrrgghh" moaned the man. She started sucking it like she had seen in porn movies. Then the man grabbed her head and gagged her with his monster. Julie let out a muffled cry, gasping for breath. "Oh, you've never given throat before? Let me teach you..." For the next couple minutes he was ripping her throat apart with his cock. Then he came. The sperm tasted disgusting, but Julie had no choice but to swallow it. Tears were streaming down her face, mixing with sperm and a little bit of blood. The man licked some of it off. "mmm," he mocked her.

     He then started slowly licking and kissing his way down, closer and closer to her tight hole....

                                                 Part 2 is coming soon

 

“Why on the back?” he wondered as he floated around the ceiling watching her as she backed out of the intensive care unit a soft smile on her face and looked up as though she could see him. “There they are eating chocolate covered dog nuts and telling dirty jokes over stale coffee. Anyone could walk in kill me and walk out with those oafish pigs none the wiser, and the only things they would care about would be all the paper work, and the five day rip for not doing their duty. Christ…! Shit…! How could I have been so stupid!?” As he flipped the group off, he gasped as he fell.

 

Bells and buzzers were sounding as his eyes gaped in exaggerated blinks betraying his terror; he was struggling to yell out in panic around the tube in his throat. The nurse came running back into the room followed closely by the doctor and both of them measured this, that, and the other thing, and then they poked him with needles and checked his IV tubes. The nurse was petting him gently and saying something but Greg could not make it out; and with a blink darkness blocked everything, another blink and a blaring white light filled the room, with another blink he was in the living room watching his wife Lincy flitting about preparing to go work. The door burst open as an ugly beast crashed into their living room; Greg tried to yell but his voice was mute and when he tried to run a pain shot up his legs. When he looked down his feet were nailed to the floor and his stomach was impaled by the coat stand. Greg was unable to move, shout, or help his wife in any way. Just stand there and painfully watch as the scaly beast pounded Lincy into a pile of helpless flesh and then ravage her privates with his scaly green penis.

 

Greg wretched in pain, as another flash of light filled his eyes he awoke back in his hospital bed coughing and gagging as the nurse tried to coat his raw throat with a cotton swab that had been dipped in a soothing kind of liquid. The tube used to help him breathe was gone but he was still unable to talk in comprehendible words just croaks and coughs, only now he could hear the nurse.

 

“You’re going to be fine just relax.” Rebecca Rose calmly remarked in her obviously southern born and bread voice. “That’s my boy.” She sang as Greg began to respond to her deep but feminine voice and then softly directed, “Don’t try to speak just yet, your throat is quite soar from the tube we put in to help you breath.” Rebecca Rose kept her hand lightly placed on his chest and in a calming voice said, “You gave us a bit of a scare but all of the tests are in and the doctor is sure you just had a panic attack… granted it was the worse one I’ve ever seen but not the worse one the doc has ever seen, but a panic attack just the same.” She paused because Greg’s heart rate started to rise and his breathing turned labored and Greg grimaced as he coughed obviously trying to speak.

 

“I told you not to talk just yet.” Rebecca Rose softly rebuffed and as a warm smile began to beam she leaned down and whispered, “If you must… just whisper quietly I’ll hear you.” and then dipped another cotton swab in the pale green jelly and swabbed his throat again and wiped his lips with a damp cloth.

 

The itch in his throat was soon replaced with a warm glow, the muscles in his throat relaxed and his salivary glands became quite active and when they settled down he whispered quite raspyly, “Why the words on your back?”

 

“For people like you.” She softly replied and after noting a puzzled look on Greg’s face she smiled quite warmly and asked, “Weren’t you floating?”

 

“My wife… my wife…” He coughed and struggled to breathe between the words.

 

“I know something terrible has happened to you and your family.” Rebecca Rose paused and looked warmly at Greg, cupped his cheek and softly whispered, “You have to get better so you can help Lincy get better.” A smile stretched thinly across Greg’s mouth and was soon interrupted as one of the officers entered the room.

 

“Is he ready to answer questions yet Ms. Uh Ms…?” He asked in an oafish tone. An obvious chocolate stain on his mouth and white crumbs clung to his dark green shirt.

 

“The doctor will call detective Kimberly Clearson and or special agent Renee Davies certainly not you!” Rebecca Rose sharply scolded as she shooed him out of the room adding in a very cross tone, “You are only suppose to be guarding the door to the room not the room and most assuredly not the nurses lounge.” And when she got him in the hallway her voice elevated to another level one that Greg was unable to place with her angelic face, “And the coffee and doughnuts that you all so greedily consumed belong to the hospital staff, now either of you bother my patient or the remaining few crumbs or cups of coffee I will have the director talk to the mayor ‘his…’ close friend about the inappropriate behavior of the police assigned to guard Mr. Mineras.”

 

The verbal thrashing Rebecca Rose delivered to the over weight and over paid sentry gave Greg a little bit of humor and entertained himself imagining the look of distress that must have washed across their faces when they found out their boss was friends with her boss. It seemed like hours had passed since Rebecca Rose scolded the police and vanished but made her return known.

 

As she impishly peered from behind the doorway a warm smile beaming she asked, “Have they…” and she motioned with her head towards the nurses lounge and pushed her nose up with her fingers snorted and then continued, “Bothered you or our snacks?”

 

Greg coughed convulsively from the laugh as he tried to answer her with a little humor only to be softly rebuffed by Rebecca for his effort. “No talking…! I told you.” Her voice softened to a whisper as she placed a finger to Greg’s mouth, “You have been in and out for a while, so your throat will need a little time to heal.” Rebecca Rose busied herself with taking his blood pressure, heart rate, respiratory rate, and oxygenation of his blood and then checking his pupils for response to light, his reflexes to pain and pressure, and then writing all of her findings in his chart. With all that business, aside she looked searchingly at Greg.

 

“I guess you told’em off good.” Greg quietly whispered and was ravaged with an acute cough and his throat filled with mucous. Rebecca quickly grabbed the suction tube, extricated the large fibrous wad looked at him, and just shook her head in disapproval Greg placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a weak squeeze.

 

“You have had quite enough excitement for your first few hours back.” Rebecca Rose softly remarked as she used her free hand to fluff the blanket and cup Greg’s cheek and softly explained, “It’s time you had a nap.” After Greg gave her hand an understanding squeeze she added, “Let me give you a little something to help you take that nap.” She inserted the syringe into his IV tube and slowly pumped the amber looking fluid into the tube, looked at Greg and held his hand warmly watching him as he started to drift. Greg started feeling quite dizzy and warm; a giddy lightheaded feeling followed and he cast one last glance at Rebecca and was asleep and dreaming.

 

He found his self on a white sandy beach and the sun was blisteringly hot; the surf was roaring as the waves tumbled in ending with a loud hissing sound as they dissolved along the sand. He wanted to run into the water and swim but his legs wouldn’t move. He looked off into the distance and there was Lincy her long shiny black hair blowing in the soft warm breeze walking towards him. Her scanty bikini betrayed her hairy privates. Even as far away as she was, her treasure trails were visible. Greg felt his penis start to engorge with blood and turn hot, his testicles felt like balloons covered with static electricity. His stomach was turning tight, and as if a magnet hung from the sky, he was being lifted up from the sand. The closer Lincy came the faster she walked and the warmer Greg began to feel, her scent filled his nostrils, that of hot rose hip tea brewing on the stove. Greg’s heart exploded as four black tentacles stretched from the waters edge and grasped Lincy with their suction cup lined arms pulling her into the water as she screamed scratching at the loose sand. Greg jumped to his feet only to be knocked to the sand by a webbed hand and he croaked as the fingers tightened around his throat, Lincy’s sweet aroma was replaced by the stench of ammonia as the beast looked Greg in the eyes and sneered, “You…!” blowing his acrid breath in his face “You…!”

 

Greg’s eyes opened with rapid and wide blinking and he coughed as he gasped for air. He felt a snapping slap across his face and a white masked face of another nurse loomed over him as he looked up, and then another slap bounced across his face. Lincy’s sweet scent returned as the nurse held a soft fabric to his nose, so fresh was the scent Greg suddenly knew it was Lincy’s panties. So strong was the scent his mind filled with her memories. The nurses eyes glared over the white mask as she spoke, “You keep your fucking mouth shut…!” she paused as she looked around grabbed Greg’s penis tightly and sneeringly added, “Or this will be the last you hear of your sweet little bitch.” Lincy’s wet panties were then thrust into his nose a slap across his face, and she was gone only his wife’s scent still lingered as Greg’s eyes welled with tears. He felt the bed start to bounce, the buzzers and whistles began to sound and the bright white walls of his room faded into darkness.

 

Greg felt his body quake as an electric shock coursed its way through him, and stars circled around his eyes. Another jolt raced through and the white room appeared briefly. When he opened his eyes next he was again floating like a gas filled balloon, looking down as they scurried about desperately trying to bring him back. As he looked at Rebecca’s shirt top, it had a different message a U. an R. and an OK sewn into it. Greg didn’t want to believe he was okay his Lincy was gone; he wanted to float away but couldn’t get under the doorway and wink blackness filled his consciousness.

 

A terrible itch in his throat woke him and as he looked around the room he found the tube had been stuffed back down his throat and felt quite groggy and his eyes burned. The nurse was different the doctor was different but the room was the same. A feeling of relief washed over Greg when the new nurse neared and he could see she wasn’t the evil one he last remembered.

 

“Doctor… Mr. Mineras is awake.” She coolly informed. 

 

“Well Mr. Mineras it’s good to have you back, you gave us quite a fight this time now squeeze my finger… Aw you can do better than that.” Greg gave it a second squeeze as hard as he could. “Much better!” he soothingly acknowledged and then informed, “Now we are going to give you a little something to relax you so we can take that nasty tube out, you’d like that yes?” Greg nodded his head just as he felt a soothing warm rush into his body. “Now take in a deep breath and exhale when I say okay now.” He directed. Greg coughed and convulsed as the tube was extracted and then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly and for the first time in a while, he began to feel alive.

 

“Mr. Mineras we have done an electro encephala gram, and taken an M.R.I. of your cerebellum and brain stem. We’ve run a constant E.K.G. and have run every one of the blood analysis we have available and can find nothing wrong with you that would account for you lapsing into coma as many times as you have. Now doctor Louan Daoh Mien, your physician Debra Van Raines, and I all think you are experiencing panic attacks because of the second abduction of your wife a little while ago. So just try to relax, I know it seems like a long time since this ordeal has started so it will be difficult at best, but you must try. Okay?” Greg nodded his head coughed when he tried to speak and then looked around the room.

 

 “I think we’ll keep the Zithromax drip at its present level and start to titrate back the Prednazone five ‘mgs.’ and the valium one ‘mg.’ every four hours, and stop the nitro for now. Keep Mr. Mineras on oxygen for now and check his stats every two hours.” doctor Louan Daoh Mien rattled off his instructions and then left.

 

“Now Greg…it is okay for me to call you Greg?” Yvonne Smyth asked. Greg nodded his head as he watched her fussing with his blanket and pillow. She was a very buxom blonde, a little extra weight but very well distributed. Her red cheeks and bright blue eyes gave her a very cheery looking disposition, and her accent was unmistakably English. “Well Greg luv we are going to get you healed up and don’t you worry about those nasty coppers we’ll keep them away until you are good and ready for them.” She paused as she took his temperature. She heard Greg as he quaffed her scent and with a wet smile cooed, “You like that luv well you be a good boy and we’ll let you dabble your fingers in Yvonne’s pudding.” Her sexual frankness was surprising to Greg but made him beam a smile that went well beyond his ears, and for a few brief moments forgot why and where he was. Greg tried to speak but coughed instead.

 

“Be a good luv and no talking just yet.” She warmly admonished and then hinted with her fingers by placing them close to the vee of her legs and wriggling them, then wrote in his chart for a few minutes looked up and smiled and softly said, “I’ll be with you for most of the night luv and then Rebecca will take over.” Yvonne pressed a few buttons on the tree his medications hung from, Greg started to feel light headed, and with a swish, she was out the door and Greg’s eyes closed.

 

Rebecca was the nurse that roused him from his sleep as she fussed over the tubes hanging from his arm, his nose, and from his penis. She was checking all of the readouts and when she saw he was awake asked, “What did you think of Yvonne?” Unable to speak he just grinned a very broad grin. Greg sighed as Rebecca started washing him with the warm sudsy cloth after weighing the contents of the bedpan. A broad smile beamed from Rebecca as she washed Greg’s penis causing it to turn quite hard. His breathing was just starting to rush when she stopped.

 

“I see she let you in on one of her many secrets.” Rebecca said with a soft laugh and gently stopped Greg’s fingers from wandering over the back of her thigh and placed her hand close to his organ in an obviously teasing gesture and watched, as it became flaccid softly whispering, “You have to get your strength up now dear you are not my only charge.” With a swish, Rebecca left to finish her rounds.

 

 

 

                              The end Ch. 3 The Crime pt. 1

 

 

 

                              Ch. 3 The Criminal pt. 1

 

 

Mort Dray roared with laughter as he walked toward his van somewhat stunned by the joke Janet his waitress had told him. It was the first time a woman had told him his… favorite joke, “What do you do when a pit bull starts humping your leg.”

 

They both roared when he answered, “Fake an orgasm.” He leaned against the side of the van and mused over her response to his answer.

 

“What if it’s real!” she sang out between laughs.

 

And they both roared even louder when Mort said, “Then give him a sloppy wet kiss!” It was a shame that an edgy customer had to spoil the moment by snapping his fingers and holding up his cup demanding more coffee and when Martha neared his table, Mort could hear him giving her the what for, for telling a “filthy…! joke like that in a restaurant.”

 

Janet won an even closer place in Mort’s heart as he remembered the way she dealt with him asking if he wanted anything else and that his meal and coffee was on her, for disturbing him. She teased him with some pie and ice cream or bread pudding. Mort started steaming when the asshole took a piece of pie ala-mode and then complained because the pie wasn’t hot enough; that was the last straw that bastard had just earned his self a free ride out to his farm. Another smile beamed from Mort’s face as Janet brought him yet another piece of pie with even more ice-cream on it all the while she was giving him warm furtive glances as if she wanted him to take her into the back room and slip poor mommy a bone. When Janet neared Mort’s table coffee pot in hand, he reached for his wallet.

 

“Oh no baby it is already covered!” she cooed obviously bending over far enough to give Mort an eye full of her fleshy firm breasts.

 

“I didn’t see it get rung in.” Mort said as he declined her warm offer.

 

“Come on baby let me treat you.” Janet countered as she moved towards the register and began ringing up his tab and then pulled enough money from her tips to cover it and then impishly queried, “Is that better now?” as if she knew that other waitresses just cheat the owners and Mort didn’t want that.

 

“Well okay.” Mort begrudgingly surrendered. A sly smile beamed as he added, “You have to have dinner out… on me… at a fancy place!” Mort warmly lured as he smiled.

 

“I’d love to baby…what is your name?” She asked as she stood combing her hair with her fingers.

 

“I like to be called Moe but you can keep calling me baby if you want.” Mort said warmly.

 

“Moe… you mean like Moe, Larr…?” Janet smiled a puzzled smile as Mort interrupted her.

 

“Yea like him.” Mort snorted and then asked, “Do you have a pet name?”

 

Just then, the customer that was having a bad hair day earned a lot more points with Mort as he interjected, “You all should join a lonely hearts club!” and stomped his way to the bathroom.

 

“Pay him no mind… Moe.” Janet said in a girlish tone, ran her fingers across his shoulders lustily sizing them up, and then noted, “You look like you spend a lot of time working out.”

 

Her face grew long as he stood up and then smiled, and warmly said, “Baby I have a schedule or we would be taking the rest of the night off.” Cupped her cheek softly and said, “thank you for the coffee, pie, and a nice time.” He smiled warmly then turned away.

 

He noticed a receipt was on the asshole’s table picked it up and asked, “Is this your number?” then bumped into the door as he shuffled backwards pushing the door open.

 

Janet yelled as he left, “Yea that is my number!” and stood there playing with the cheek, he touched.

 

Now watching from his van waiting for the little bastard to come out and get into his car then he remembered jerks full name with his card number he noted from the card sitting next to the receipt he grabbed. Mort was about to get into his van and leave when he thought, “Let us be thorough, and get his plate number, car color and type. As the ass pulled out of the lot Mort pulled out right behind him snapped a picture then turned away.

 

As he glided onto the freeway, his cock turned hard and he thought about the pleasures waiting for him at his farm. As Mort sped along the dark highway, the asshole became less than a distant itch, and Janet a larger part of his fantasy. The memory of her body odor filled his senses and the fleeting glimpses of her hairy under arms betrayed a very hairy pussy between her legs, led him to imagine that her legs were unshaven as well. His vivid imagining caused his cock to pound and a pool of precum to ooze under his thigh. It took a lot of effort not to rub off a nut while he was driving; but little Candy was waiting for him to come back and share wedding vows. Mort thought of Cocoa and how she was so eager to fight for her freedom; taking the terms of his wager of the best three of five rounds, and knowing she would lose the last two rounds, and begin her servitude to him. He thought about how Cocoa and Candy the last two of his three latest victims were so fortuitous for him and so very unfortunate for them that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time leaving Mort Dray no choice but to take them along with his intended victim.

 

Mort wondered if Rosalind his favorite German Shepard bitch had had her litter of puppies, and then there was Bessie the latest member of the breading farm he captured her fourteen months ago and knocked her up then sent her to the birthing house as her due date neared just before he left on this last trip. He laughed with a belly roar as he thought how she really believed she was carrying Thaddeus’s pups. He laughed at how a grown woman who had been to college could believe a dog could knock her up, and the thought of her torment turned his cock hot and turgid.

 

The miles ticked away and Mort began to see Janet’s hairy naked body on all fours being seduced by Tiberius his prized hound; he had all the best parts of the wolves, the Great Danes, the Saint Bernards, and German Shepards that went into creating his blood line. What a proud acting, intelligent hound, obedient to the nth degree. He was bigger than all of the other hounds around the farm so he was the alpha male all the other dogs followed his lead. Then a broad smug smile beamed brightly as he recalled the last time he watched Tiberius chase down one of his captives taking a mouth full of her hair and holding her head to the ground and her writhing body as she struggled against his large paws holding her to the ground, soaking her with his scent as it sprayed across her body and then with the wide swathes of his leathery tongue turn the struggling bitch into a moaning and eagerly willing mate. Mort squeezed his throbbing penis as he imagined her now on all fours anxiously waiting for Tiberius to mount her and mate. His penis started to throb, as he thought Tiberius would stay mounted for well over an hour, and the echoes of the wild bitche’s, gruntings, and moanings filled his mind.  

 

Then he recalled how little Candy appeared and how she struggled; forcing Mort to hit her really hard three times before stopping and melting into his tight grasp. The sounds of the surrendering sighs she made after he injected her with his drug cocktail as it began to course its way through her body echoed in his mind. As he took the time to rummage through her purse, he noted her age and how innocent she looked for eighteen. He could see her small vagina and thin labia when he pulled her white panties to the side. He watched her sateen cream seep out as he ran his fingers along her soft hairless mons. A warm reminiscent smile beamed as he recalled leaving her pants and panties tied around her ankles as he taped her up; and how her eyes filled with tears as he violently raped her friend in front of her. Their muted moans echoed as he watched himself closing the van doors.

 

Cocoa happened along just as he was going to leave but no, she had to have her own key. By her own word, she wanted to give her girlfriend’s pussy a good licking before going to work. Mort’s heart raced as he recalled how hard she fought nearly felling him before he was able to get the upper hand but still it took several well placed jabs and punches to fell her and still she didn’t lose consciousness she just couldn’t move. Again, Mort smiled as he remembered the first three rounds in the promised contest for her freedom how well she fought and how well he controlled the outcome leaving her with two victories him with one. A broad gloat beamed as he thought of how she really believed she was going to win, making the taste of victory all the more sweeter.

 

Along wet drool slipped passed his lips when he sighed while maneuvering onto the long dirt driveway leading to his farm, signaling the end of a long and tedious drive. His captives, his pets, the boys, and the awaiting orgy filled his mind and then Mort said to him self, “there comes Caesar like always some how or another he knows when I am on the driveway and there he is ready to greet me and run with the van or truck as it heads to the farm. There is Thaddeus, Lucious, and T-rex all running down the drive. There is Sabrina waddling along; she has a few more weeks before she gives birth to Tiberius’s pups, and here comes Leanne, Artemis, Phoebe, and Kynthia what a wonderful site and not a one barking just madly wagging their tails and the rest of my hounds are either caged or on guard duty and that is a good thing.”

 

Mort Dray was home at last, at long last the weeks of stalking his next round of victims made him weary but when he opened the door the animals yanked and pulled at his clothes and he just rolled out onto the ground and they all struggled for a place and a chance to lick his face and sniff at his pits. Feverishly they sniffed at his crotch, armpits, and cuffs of his pants. There was Mort’s brother Hank coming with their cousins Ralph and Gordon in close tow. After the animals let him up and all the back slapping ended, the menagerie walked up the long narrow densely foliaged lined path leading into a wide open area and there was the farm hands Lon, Tom, Andy, William or Will, Bonno or Boner sometimes hard-on and Hairy Harry or Bushman, all standing looking at Mort Dray as he wandered into the main yard.

 

In the main pen next to the fence were his captives; Jessy the redhead, Tessy a very hairy auburn haired sassy bitch, Lassie a full bodied auburn haired bitch that could get wet with a warm breath, Fanny a skinny blond that has learned to fuck all who happen to belly up to her bottom, Annie a pleasingly plump but not fat brunet, and Doggie a very hairy brunet with pouty lips and lush breasts and round fanny. They were all his steadies that he gladly shares with his hounds, and farm hands. The hounds all have their favorites and have claimed them as their own as well. There was Missy one of the recaptures, waiting in the main pen close to the gate to be let out and her mate Brutus running to join the crowd. Judging by how sweated she was Brutus must have given her a good fucking just before Mort’s arrival. Brutus had just pushed through the dog gate and Missy was pacing up and down the fence itching to get out and join in with the procession. In the far pen was Josie with Claudius senior and Claudius junior they too showed signs of wanting to run with the rest of the animals but their door was stuck and unable to leave.

 

There came juicy Lucy his special pet running on all fours eagerly wanting to welcome Mort back home. Lucy was now a trustee and allowed to run free. When she reached Mort’s feet she rubbed her body all over them, hungrily sniffed at his crotch, and eagerly tugged at his pant legs with her teeth. The whole area filled with the scent of her arousal and as she began rolling over repeatedly, they could see her pubic hair was soaked with her frothy white juices. Finally stopping she lay on her back, legs out stretched and just looked at Mort. He dropped his pants to his feet and he dropped to his knees pushed her knees to her shoulders and stuffed his face right into her gelatinized pubic hairs and smeared the manna all over his face slurping loudly as he drank what he could and with a loud cracking slap he left a bright red hand print on her buttock. Lucy jumped onto all fours and scampered a few steps then stop twisting to the left then taking a few more steps and twisting to the right. Each time she twisted her vaginal opening would gape and a new flow of juice would start coursing down her thighs.

 

The whole group stood watching her dance as she held herself open for Mort’s penis. He quickly forgot young Candy his betrothed and Cocoa as he mounted Lucy much like his hounds would mount a bitch, and skillfully found her vaginal opening with his first thrust, and without pause, or plan he pounded her buttocks with his thighs and quickly ejaculated making loud animalistic noises as his drool dripped into her hair. There was a loud ruckus when he pulled out and stepped back as the hounds vied for licks and seconds. Thaddeus was next as he climbed on, then Lucious giving her a third dose of sperm, all of the hounds were enthralled by juicy Lucy’s scent and gathered around in a mating frenzy as they waited their turn in the saddle. Phoebe was busy licking the cream from Mort’s penis with Artemis sniffing at his anus and licking his hairy cheeks. Mort laughed and joined the men as they watched the hounds taking turns with Lucy many of them high fiving and emulating the dogs by hunching their hips Mort just petted Phoebe. After several minutes, the mating frenzy slowed, and the group headed for the main house to start the much-anticipated evening events. All of them were eager to watch Mort wed Candy and claim her innocents. They wanted to watch the last two rounds of the bout with Cocoa. The padre had been there all day taking his pay for the services he was about to render and Cocoa had been working out on the heavy bag for long hours all week preparing with determination to win her freedom.

 

As they passed the pen he looked Missy and Mort ordered, “Get her cleaned up and bring her into the main house.” Then cast a broad smile at her and Brutus. As he neared the door he turned to watch her crouched on all fours as they hit her with the icy cold water, soap, and scrubbed her with the coarse brush. Brutus was looking on as he had taken a real shine to her and has become protective of her. Now he has to be bargained with for the use of ‘his…’ bitch. Often just a big meaty bone for him to chew on will suffice or the scent of another bitch in heat will often be enough of a distraction. Missy too had fallen for Brutus and wanted nothing to do with the men; she submitted because she knew she had better or suffer the dire consequences. The signs were obvious when she sat next to him after mating her face was so soft looking, the way she would lick inside his jowls and suck on his tongue, or when he was mating with another woman or female dog, her saliva would start to drool out when he ejaculated and her Bartholin juices would ooze down her thighs filling the air with her scent. He could be inside the main house boning one of the new captives and Missy would know exactly when Brutus spilled his seed.

 

If there was another hound in the cage, her scent would arouse him and she would resist his advances until they became forceful and then in an effort to escape injury submit. It was obvious that once that knot was plunged into her vaginal well her sexual hunger took over and she loved every second of her wild ride, and when he pulled out she would lay on her back, legs up and submissively spread wide hoping to get more of his ministrations. 

 

  

 

                              The end Ch. 3 The Criminal pt. 1

 

 

         

Ch. 3 The Victim pt. 1

 

 

Lincy or Missy as Father and the hands call her was now back in the main pen with five of the other captives. At any one time there would be at least eight to ten hounds being kept in there with them. She was glad that Brutus was there with her as he kept the other dogs away from her when he was there, and was very attentive to her amorous needs. Mating with her often throughout the day and night; some times he would go fast quickly losing his semen while other times he would stay inside her hot wet womb for thirty or forty minutes sending her into an orgasmic rapture filled with multiple orgasms. The only times they didn’t sleep together were the times Brutus was in the main house partying with Father and his crew or chasing the scent of a bitch in heat.

 

It was a swelteringly hot day as Lincy drank from the water bowl after eating the last of the scraps of food. Her body covered with sweat and the dust was clinging to her skin; her hair was uncombed and matted to her neck. The fresh teeth marks on her neck showed signs of healing as did the scratches that covered her back and buttocks. She was glad to be out of the birthing house after giving birth to Father’s child for the first time. Her nipples had healed from her baby’s suckling as well as the four sets of puppy teeth that nursed from her breasts. Brutus had been gone for the last several days; she wasn’t sure how many she just knew her groin ached from his absence. In fact, all of the hounds have been gone for several days now. Some of the women had started sharing ministrations with each other in their absence. Lincy had her eye on this one brunet she was becoming very hairy as Father’s potion was beginning to take hold, and Lincy found her scent very arousing.

 

Lincy’s body trembled when she caught the scent of Father’s potion and when she caught site of the female trustees pulling the cart laden with the ten jugs of potion she pressed her face obeisantly against the wire as did the other women captives. They all knew to be obedient and eagerly drink the noxious fluid as fast as they could, and not vomit any of it. Lincy’s vision blurred and her ears rang as she drank from the plastic tube. Her skin turned hot, sweat started to bead and drip, she felt the muscles tightening around her clitoris, her vaginal walls swelled and turned hot, and her nipples began to tingle. Everyday at the same time they would come and give them all a dose of potion. Everyday it was the same she would gag and retch, and as she drank, she became amorous, dizzy, and then pass out. 

 

Lincy saw Toby sitting alone at the end of the run as the effects leveled out; sweat beading on her back and running down to her anal cleft, Lincy salivated as she looked on catching the smell of her sweat and Bartholin fluids wafting through the air and moved closer to her. The way the pens were built made it impossible to walk upright even if they could it was absolutely forbidden; so her hands, knees, fore legs, and tops of her feet had developed thick calluses from crawling around on all fours as the men laughingly called it. The dirt mixed with round and sharp gravel toughened the hide that it abraded. Missy could see Toby was quietly crying when she drew near and instantly felt concerned and sat next to her keeping her shoulder touching Toby’s.

 

“I don’t remember my real name do you?” She whispered between sobs.

 

“No. I have forgotten my name and I can not remember what my husband looks like nor his name.” Lincy somberly related as she scootched closer and sighed, “I just remember being married.”

 

“Do you still remember telling your cycle by the moon.” She sadly hissed as she tried to be quiet.

 

“Yes I start my period when the last of the crescent moon wanes.” Missy calmly replied adding, “I started my periods again last month.”

 

“I’ve missed mine for the last two months!” Toby gasped out the last word. “The only males that have been fucking me are T-rex, Clyde, Jake, and Big Red.” she quaked as she uttered their names sobbingly then angrily hissed, “Those four legged bastards were really going at it too! Until they wondered off.” She rubbed her mons and tried to act like she was disgusted by the acts but the scent now wafting through the air told a different story. Father’s potion was working just as effectively on Toby as it was on every other female captive. Besides making their senses quite acute it caused their body hair to grow and made their body odor much more pungent. The aphrodisiac properties were quite intense and caused a deep aching in their breasts, clitorises, and vaginas.

 

 “Oh honey you know a dog can’t make you pregnant.” Lincy tried to console her.

 

“That awful tasting conglomeration he makes us all drink what… what if it is messing with our genes!” her voice filled with panic and her breath quickened as she added, “Just look at how hairy I’ve become.” Lincy knew she was right about the hair she too was becoming covered with long soft black hair, it was running up her back and forming soft waves along the backs of her arms, sides and covering her belly button. Her legs were completely covered with thick black hair too.

 

“Toby, resistance isn’t going to help you get through this!” Lincy said quietly waiting for her to say something and then added, “Toby just be strong we all have to be strong.” and she started to kiss her face when she heard her rapidly sniffing at the air Lincy caught the scent also.

 

“Their back, I can smell them.” Toby said her voice becoming passionate. Lincy looked toward the front of the pen and there they were squeezing through the doggy door, tails wagging and tongues flailing as they padded along. Lincy eagerly looked for Brutis but he was not to be seen and none of the other hounds were padding into sight either. T-rex, Clyde, Jake, and Red were quickly padding there way to where they were sitting all four stopped and took a long drink from the water bowl. T-rex was half wolf and Dane covered with a thick coat of gray, brown and black fur, Clyde was a full blooded blood hound his skin was so wrinkled coupled with his short red hair made him as ugly as he could be, Jake was half Dane and Saint Barnard he too had a thick coat of hair that had white, and red, with tan patches, and Red was half blood hound and wolf covered in a frosted black long haired coat. Lincy tried to scurry off but Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair, pushed her head to the ground, and held it there. Lincy continued to struggle breaking free only to be caught again and knocked back to the ground. She could feel his hot breath blowing across her neck and feel his drool sliding down her cheek He was toying with her much like a cat would toy with a mouse letting her try to scurry off, but he soon knocked her to the ground, stepped on her with one of his big paws, and sat. His cock was beginning to poke out from his sheath in front of her face while he sniffed at her hair, armpits, and butt.

 

The other three hounds already had Toby belly up; T-rex was licking and smelling one armpit, while Clyde was spraying his scent all over her as well as the other dogs. Red was eagerly sniffing and licking her vagina. Lincy stopped her halfhearted struggle and watched as Jake licked his swelling organ and then he licked her face; she could hear him sniffing her matted hair. She felt him push her head with his other paw as he scootched closer. Lincy could feel the heat on her face as it emanated from his wet, red, member and she began licking the hairy sheath and his surrounding belly. She felt his essence gushing across her cheek and course along her neck soaking into her hair when she sucked on his scrotum. His tongue started slathering across her face when she sucked his huge cock into her mouth swallowing the salty sweet juices as they flowed out.

 

Lincy rolled on her back spreading her legs wide when Jake stood and started tentatively sniffing and licking her feet, thighs, arms, belly, and face; covering her whole body as he moved his nose and tongue from here to there and back. Then he straddled her and started covering her body with his potent smelling scent eventually his nose and tongue found her wet genitalia causing her to yell out as it slithered across her clitoris repeatedly. Her euphoria was interrupted by Toby’s loud grunts. Lincy looked just in time to see Clyde’s huge red globe plunge into her womb, and her buttocks vanish under Clyde’s hairy haunches. Lincy’s skin became sweated as soon as she heard the loud wet squelching as Clyde’s huge cock pistoned inside Toby’s vaginal well.

 

Jake was straddling Lincy and nudging her face with his snout. She knew it was time to roll onto all fours; as soon as her buttocks brushed Jake’s belly his weight fell on her back and he wrapped his front legs tightly around her waist and with three very quick and powerful thrusts found and parted her labia with the full length and with the next thrust forced his swelled globe into her vagina pressing her mons to her thighs. A loud groan sounded deep inside Lincy’s throat as his huge red globe squeezed through her vaginal sphincter. His stroking was feverish her whole body quaked with each pounding thrust with his knot pulling out and plunging back in as he rushed to his climax. With a series of convulsive jerky thrusts, he released the torrential gush of hot sperm splashing against her vaginal vault and then gushing from her opening and down her thighs. A few moments of him being draped across her back he snapped back to life and with a few sharp rearward yanks and a very loud wet squelch sounded he pulled free.

 

Lincy fell to the ground and watched Clyde yank his gigantic knot from within Toby and as Jake slathered his tongue over her genitalia, she watched Red mount and skillfully enter Toby with his wet red dick. Red’s member wasn’t quite as big as the other two but he was much more enthusiastic with his thrustings, making Toby’s breasts flail to his rapid pistonning. Lincy’s mouth filled with saliva and her womb quivered as she caught the scent of Brutus’s seed being spilled, she knew he was somewhere close. Lincy rolled onto all fours, she felt her labia engorge and turn hot and her vaginal muscles flexed repeatedly. Jake began feasting on her renewed flow of Bartholin fluids and after a few minutes mounted her again. His thrusts were paced this time starting and stopping frequently this mating lasted nearly an hour. Long enough for several of the farm hands to gather around, gawk, and jeer as the hounds continued their mating frenzy with the two women. They went about their chores when the animals all lay down and nodded off. Lincy was on her side and Toby was on her back legs limply hanging in the air, and before Lincy’s eyes closed, she watched Toby’s juices flowing from her gaping vagina. Jake was lying across her belly and Red had his nose in Toby’s right armpit, Clyde was in the other and T-rex had his nose in Toby’s hair.

 

Lincy was the first to stir heading for the water bowl and Jake began licking up the juices still flowing from Toby’s womb. Lincy sleepily curled up inside the doghouse she and Brutus shared and quickly dozed off; sleeping until Brutus returned jostling her as he licked and sniffed her head to toe then lay across her body licking her face until she went back to sleep, and they slept until the rambunctious return of Mort in the predawn hours.

 

The end Ch. 3

The victim pt. 2

 

 

Ch. 3 pt.2

 

The Criminal

 

Brutus was the first to stir and Missy following him closely as he ran to the fence and anxiously paced the length of it. Both Lincy and Brutus watched the crowd of humans and animals gathering The animals in the other cage were eagerly hoping that the gate would be unlocked allowing them to join in on the greeting.

 

Lincy’s womb quivered when she watched Artemis roll onto her back and Father massaging her very pregnant belly and her rows of wriggling titties, a drool slipped passed her open lips when he began fondling the hounds genitalia. Her ardent passion quickly turned into burning jealousy when Lucy scurried into the scene. She remembered how she became Father’s favorite bitch when Lincy was moved into the birthing house. Her vagina gaped hungrily when she watched him mount her, drive his thick cock into her womb, and her saliva drained from her mouth when she caught the scent of his sperm when he started ejaculating. Lincy ached to join in on the ensuing mating frenzy that was just beginning, and began to moan when the hounds started vying for seconds and mores.

 

Brutus sensing his mate’s arousal started eagerly licking her genitalia. Soon long viscous stringers hung from his jowls as his tongue repeatedly snaked out and slathered across her mons stretching her engorged labia. He shimmied onto her back and began teasing the gaping vagina with short, rapid, shallow pokes, and when Missy growled out, he plunged its full length into her. Loud wet squelchings sounded as he began feverishly pistonning his gigantic cock inside her vaginal well, and within a few minutes his sperm gushed onto her cervix and spilled down her thighs and before the procession could pass the main pen Brutus yanked free and eagerly pushed through the dog door leaving Missy sitting by the gate.

 

Warm feeling washed over Missy when Father’s eyes caught hers and she quivered when she heard him say her name. She filled with joy when the gate opened and watched Brutus running freely in the crowd, she didn’t mind being left behind, as she knew she was going to the main house possibly for the whole week. She was so ecstatic that she was pissing all over the ground and didn’t mind the icy cold water the hands sprayed over her or the coarse brush they used to soap and scrub her with. She didn’t even mind the way they laughed when they douched her out with the same icy cold water; or how two of them made her suck them off, or them shooting their nice tasting sperm into her mouth. When they were done with her, they gave a sharp swat to her buttocks and ordered her to, “run to the main house.”

 

Missy scampered as fast as she could and when she pushed in through the doggy door she was greeted by a pregnant woman who was just starting to show. She put a choke collar around her neck and then led her into a crowded room. Several of Father’s captive pets were there, and several of Father’s trustees in various stages of being pregnant one had a wet belly as she was lactating. The trustees were hoisting them up on the table, exploratively massaging their breasts, probing the vaginas with their fingers, and smelling them as well as their armpits.

 

“This one is ready for mating.” One of the women called out then put a sleeveless cut off t-shirt with the letter O on it.

 

“Yea so is this one,” Chimed another, placing the same kind of shirt with the same letter.

 

Another yelled out, “This one is pregnant!” and slipped a shirt with the letter P on her.

 

They were all given a full gallon of Father’s concoction before being set on the floor and allowed to run to the next room. Missy was in the back of the line and watched as the women poked, prodded, squeezed, and put shirts on them with either the letter P, for pregnant, O, for ovulating, or NS, for not in season. When Lincy finally got her turn she got an O; and when she got her helping of the concoction it made her feel more bloated than usual as if she was given a lot more to drink this time. Her insides started to quake and quiver, her skin turned hot and sweat beaded, and like the rest of the women urine started to squirt in short staccatoed spurts. Her and the four pets that were ovulating had their collars clipped together and were led through the main room straight to Father’s table. As they neared; Lincy could see all four of his poker buddies with their pet squeeze toys, there were his six of his trustees sitting close to him all of them showing signs of being pregnant and two of them were lactating. His bride to be little Candy sitting in his lap his arm was around her and she was kissing his hand. Close to the table were two big screen TVs; on one was the padre sucking the dick of an older teenager as he got ready to perform the wedding ceremony, and on the other was Cocoa sparring in the ring awaiting her fight with Father.

 

“Look there is the padre Candy you ready!” Mort’s voice bellowed as he spoke pointing toward one of the TVs.

 

“Oh yes Father I missed you so much I have been rehearsing my vows all week long!” She eagerly replied sounding so sincere almost pleading. Her face had a rosy glow to it as she nuzzled against Mort’s hairy chest, and then she went back to nursing the drink Father had given her.

 

After finishing her drink Candy called out, “You Lucy!” when Lucy looked up she started tugging her chain and ordered, “Give Father’s penis some attention it has gotten soft.” She watched as Lucy began to suckle and warmly directed, “Make him hard but do ‘not…!’” and she jerked the chain, “make him cum. That sperm is mine tonight!” She watched as his cock turned hard and listened to her slurping sucks.

 

“Look!” Ned excitedly shouted as he pointed at the screen and there was the young man’s body flexing as his sperm filled the padre’s mouth there was no sound coming from the TV but it was obvious he was in mid orgasm.

 

“Woman! Check sweet Candy to see if she is ready to be married!” Mort Dray excitedly ordered. As she stepped from behind the chair, her nametag read Mother Becca. That meant that she had obtained trustee status, as had the other five.

 

The pregnant woman laid Candy on top of the table and began exploratively feeling both of her breasts and after suckling them both she took the key hanging on a gold chain around her neck and unlocked the belt that kept her rubber panties from being pulled down then unlocked the leggings that clung tightly to her thighs ensuring that her virginity would remain intact during Father’s absence. Mother Becca then stripped them away unpinned the diaper and sniffed it deeply before throwing it towards Mort. Mother Becca spread Candy’s legs wide and put her nose inside her satin blonde curly hairs, parted her thin labia with her thumbs. The room became quiet as she loudly quaffed the young woman’s aroma; taking several loud sniffs then suckled her little bud of a clitoris, and took several more loud quaffs.

 

“Oh…! Yes…! Little Candy is really ready for ‘youeew…!’ Father!” Mother Becca excitedly proclaimed with a bright smile beaming.

 

“Give this little maiden a good dose of my potion and bring that preacher in here!” Father yelled as he squeezed Candy’s nipple then laughingly bellowed, “Just how many times has the lad paid him today?”

 

Ted brayed, “Not for sure but I think the ole preacher has gotten six of his lauodes!” and then mockingly stroked his dick and acted as if he too were coming.

 

 “At least that!” Laughed Mother Becca standing next to Father watching Candy suck the potion from the jug. The crowd roared as Tiberius entered the picture and started tugging on the padre’s pant leg. He tied the young man’s hands behind his back before allowing the pooch to drag him away.

 

“You know how to separate the priest from the teen?” Shouted Ted.

 

“No!” Yelled three of the people as they laughed.

 

“A big bucket if ice water!” He yelled out straining to deliver the punch line before laughing his self silly. The whole room roared with riotous laughter as the padre followed Tiberius into the room pant leg in mouth.

 

He was dutifully dressed in his uniform; his white collar nearly lost to his putrid white skin a striking contrast to his black garb. His glazed eyes and twisted teethe; matched his tall skinny body and thin lips that filled his pock marked face, that long pointy nose with its flaring nostrils was a perfect match for those scraggly bushy eye brows and his unkempt salt and pepper hair.

 

“Why did you tie him up padre?” Mort asked as the room quieted down.

 

“He jackoffs!” he quickly replied and looked around the room smiling as every one laughed at his mater-of-fact answer and when they quieted he queried, “You must be Sweet Candy the bride to be; tell me why do you want to get married?”  

 

“I love Father and want to belong to him for as long as he will have me.” She sang out smiling then warmly added, “He wants to marry me, and I want to bear his children.”

 

“I can see you will make a good wife and mother maybe someday we will call you Mother Candy.” He said as he looked about the room raised his hands and lowered his head.

 

“It is truly grand our wonderful leader has found yet another woman he wants for his wife and member of his harem; let us bless this union with his eighth wife. Do you Candy swear to honor this union?”

 

“I do swear to honor this union!” She quickly and warmly responded as she smiled at Mort.

 

“Do you vow to love your sisters of wedlock as you love Father?” He crooned as he laid his hand on top of her head.

 

“I do so swear to love my sisters of wedlock as much as Father!” Candy sang in a deepening voice as a tear rolled down one cheek.

 

“Do you swear to give yourself over to his wishes and desires to value his smallest of ministrations?”  His voiced stretched out as he yelled.

 

“I do swear to fully give myself over to his wishes and desires to value his smallest of ministrations.” She crooned her face showing ardent passion as she continued gazing at her betrothed. Candy’s face was now wet with sweat and reddish in hue.

 

“And to the sisters of wedlock that came before you and now willingly share you with their husband will you honor and obey them?” he crooned out his hands folded close to his penis.

 

“Oh…! Yes I do so swear to fully give myself over to their wishes and desires to honor, obey, and to value their smallest of ministrations.”  She pleadingly responded and kissed Father’s hand.

 

“And do you Father swear to tend to sweet Candy blessing her with many children?” He asked as he cupped her chin and looked into Candy’s eyes.

 

“I do swear to keep her close to me when ever I am at the farm and bless her with as many children as I can give sweet Candy.” Mort said sounding sincerely as he replaced the padre’s hand with his cupping her chin.

 

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your new husband.” He announced as he folded his arms across his chest and bowed his head.

 

Candy stood reached up pulled Father down to her face and kissed him passionately as he stood with her in his arms, and when she broke the kiss he sucked her upper lip into his mouth gripping it with his teeth stretched it let it pop free and snaked his tongue into her mouth slid one hand to her anus and began rubbing it with his fingers. A small trickle of urine dribbled as the kiss lingered and his fingers continued swishing across her anus.

 

Mort laid her across the table and broke the kiss calling, “Mother Becca come kiss our new bride.” A small drool slipped down her chin as she neared and bent over to kiss Candy. As their lips sealed loud wet gurgling sounds could be heard as they suckled each other’s tongues and lips in a lingering kiss.

 

When Mother Becca stood up Mort called, “Mother Annie come here and welcome our sweet Candy.” As the very pregnant woman neared her face turned very soft and warm looking she leaned over and showered Candy’s face with several wet kisses then lingered with her tongue deep in Candy’s throat as she squeezed a nipple and then rubbed it with her lactating nipple. When she placed her hand just below her navel Candy reflexively lifted and parted her legs.

 

“Mother Tessy and Mother Doggie come and prepare sweet Candy to receive me.” Mort crooned as he held her foot to his mouth and nibbled her toes causing Candy to breathe hard.

 

Both women looked to be at least six months along as they walked up to the table and a revenant hush swept across the room as they each took the small pliant mound with its bristling nipple into their hands kneaded it and twisted the nipple listening to Candy’s stifled moans as Mother Annie’s kiss continued to linger. They began suckling on Candy’s bristling nipples stretching her arms above her head, took the crotch of her knees, and held them to their breasts. Father he stepped closer to Candy’s overhanging buttocks his huge penis now standing straight up with a shiny glaze oozing down his thick meaty shaft.

 

Becca fixed cameras hanging from the ceiling and peering between Father’s legs from under the chair seat on Candy’s splayed puffy red labia. On the big screens her sateen juices could be seen clearly as they seeped from her opening, her tiny bud of a clitoris was centered in both screens. Becca slipped behind Father and started massaging his already turgid cock with one hand and his large hairy scrotum with the other. Candy’s gasping breath caused Mother Anne’s cheeks to puff out as she continued stifling Candy’s passionate wailings and gently holding her rocking head. Small squirts of urine arced to the floor as Mort peeled back Candy’s clitoral hood exposing her urethral opening and small taut clitoral bud and he teased it with his thumb. Her creamy colored buttocks were turning pink and her skin began to bristle with goose fresh, and her sateen juices covered her brownish anus and the insides of her mons glistened.

 

Candy’s writhing body was jostling all three women as they held her to the table top then all motion stopped only Candy’s quaking stomach flexed as Mort rubbed his swelled gland in circles teasing her labia and clitoris. The table squeaked when Candy’s body winced violently as the first few inches of Mort’s penis slipped through her vaginal sphincter, and when more of the turgid shaft slipped in Candy began pushing her self onto the slowly thrusting penis. The creamy white juices coating her anus turned to a soft rosé color, the girth of Mort’s cock pressed her mons tightly to her thighs. The juices coating his penis turned red when he started pistonning it; shallow at first then taking deeper thrusts and then stopping as Candy’s writhing body lay still her sweat beading across her body as she trembled. A torrent of urine erupted as Mort pulled out; splashing on the floor as it arced downward, fouling the lens under the chair, and Becca cleaned it off right away.

 

The three women shifted Candy face down onto Mother Anne’s big round belly as she lay down on the table. She cupped Candy’s face with both hands and resealed their lips noisily slurping as she suckled. Mothers Tessy and Doggie kept Candy’s arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide. Candy’s back arched and her anus winked as Mort’s meaty hard shaft sank back into her vaginal well and began slowly pumping. Mort’s muscles tensed and flexed as he skillfully worked his tool inside Candy’s womb. Not once did he go in deep even when his climaxing caused him to bowl over, he just released his sperm into the middle of her vaginal well keeping his cock in until it turned soft and fell out. There on the big screen was Candy’s genitalia covered with a rosy glaze of blood, Bartholin juices, and Mort’s sperm. Artemis began licking Mort’s soft dangling cock coated with the same red colored gel. Jessy and Tessy began licking Candy’s rosy juices from her genitalia and buttocks making her laugh licentiously. The room was still silent as the new mates savored their moments.

 

“Come here Candy.” Mort beckoned as he sat back in his chair and Candy took her place in his lap. The long procession began passing giving the newly weds a kiss; some lingering and some quick, humans and hounds alike all in the same line.

 

“Well Candy you choose the first one for mating.” Mort directed as he looked at Fanny, Lassie, Cody, Missy, and Tessa all of them had Os on their shirts. 

 

Candy looked at them all and then said, “I want Lassie to go first.”

 

Mothers Tessy and Doggie unchained Lassie and laid her out on the table and Mort called out, “Ned you got first call here.”

 

“Moe may I please wait for the next one?” Ned plead.

 

“Next one’s you’res Ned. Ted how about you?” He queried.

 

Mother Becca met him at the table and started sucking his soft penis and massaging his scrotum, he stood there looking at Lassie spread eagle while Becca turned his dick stiff and continued sucking until she felt his precum coating her tongue and throat. Becca stepped behind Ted and she started massaging his turgid shaft as they moved close to Lassie. When with in reach she placed his gland on Lassie’s swollen pinkish labia and bumped him with her thigh pushing his purple gland in and Lassie lifted her legs up high and wide. Becca continued massaging Ted’s penis and coaxing it inward until halfway in; then her massaging turned fast and she manually caused Ted to ejaculate in Lassie’s vaginal well, and like Mort he waited for his penis to soften and fall out with a thick stringy rope of sperm clinging to the gland which Phoebe quickly captured with her tongue as it fell to the floor and then proceeded to clean the rest of is flaccid penis and goo covered scrotum.

 

“Okay Mothers Tessy and Doggie get ole Missy up on the table for her insemination, Ned it is show time!” Moe brayed out loud. Ned walked with quick long strides as he bellied up and stuffed his already hard cock into her gaping pinkish wet vagina and vigorously pistoned it taking long full strokes and in quick order his hot semen gushed against her vaginal vault and Missy quaked with each gush and like the others he too waited for it to soften and fall out. His pet toy started licking the thick gel from his soft shaft as soon as he sat down and Artemis lapped up the oozing sperm coating her anus.

 

“Well sweet Candy what now; do we keep them here, or send them back to the pens?” Moe asked. Lassie fell to Mort’s feet kissing them showing him how much she wanted to stay and Missy started nestling to Candy’s belly and licking her thighs.

 

“Father honey I think Missy needs more of your seed in her belly so lets keep her here, and get Cody ready, I want to help inseminate her.” Candy Directed while gently stroking Mort’s flaccid member.

 

“Reb it is your turn!” Moe sang out then ordered; “Okay Tessa and Doggie get Lassie swaddled and cart her off to the pens.” He paused and smiled as he watched and listened to Candy noisily suckling Doggie’s meaty clitoris.” Then added, “We’ll know by Monday if it took.” Then he watched as the two women put the final tight wraps to Lassie only her face showed as they put her on a wheeled table and carted her off.

 

“Well I think I will be off to my reward,” he padre crooned as he stretched and squeezed his hardening cock inside his pants giving it several long strokes.

 

“Wait a minute preach don’t you want to get one of these bitches knocked up?” Yelled Reb as he humped at the air.

 

“Aw let him go.” Chimed Moe adding, “He’s in a hurry to milk a little more of young Tommy’s sperm.”

 

“We all move in our own ways.” Countered the padre and scurried out through the door he came in.

 

“We best get Tessa and Fanny impregnated.” Mort said as he played in their hair then shouted as he asked, “Who wants to do one beside me?” 

 

“I will!” shouted Jeb as he ran up to the table stroking his hard dick. Jeb stood to Mort’s right with his throbbing penis touching Tessa’s clitoris while Moe teased Fanny’s vaginal opening with his flared gland. The girls had their touching arms and legs wrapped together as the two men plied their vaginal openings. Moe started and Jeb followed they both worked a long slow stride. Jeb had to stop numerous times in order to hold his seed as long as Moe could, so he was nowhere near as rhythmic as Moe.

 

“Are you ready Jeb?” Moe hissed as he strained to retain his sperm.

 

“Oh yeeaass…!” Jeb rasped then groaned, “I’m really close man!”

 

“Okay go…!” Moe groaned. The tabled squeaked loudly as it rocked from the two men pumping hard and fast; the liquid in the glasses sloshed over the rims and the platters slid back and forth. With a loud groaning, they stopped and their bodies flexed and flexed as they hissed loud gasps and then slumped over placing their faces between the two women’s breasts. Little Candy and Missy walked to Mort and petted him. Jeb’s play toy wrapped her arms around his waist and licked the sweat from the small of his back working her way down over his anus and started sucking his hairy scrotum.

 

“Ladies get these two swaddled and back to the pens.” Moe brayed his voice sounding slightly fatigued, as he played in the seeping sperm swirling the warm seed onto two of his fingers and sucking them clean. “Bring me my brew!” He yelled and Mother Becca brought a gallon jug with a very nasty looking liquid inside and he hungrily drained the jug. His face turned bright red and sweat beaded the hairs on his belly were pasted to his wet skin; his eyes glazed and he groaned out then belched loudly, a long, wet, groaning belch and shuddered.

 

“Goddamn that shit has a kick today lets get this party on the mad swing.” He brayed out loudly and as a bright smile beamed he sexily added, “It’s time we give Cocoa her big fight. What do ya say boys and hounds.” All that could speak cheered him as he bent Candy over the table, plunged his thick cock into her, and gave her several hard and fast pumps pulling out long before he came. Soon all the screens throughout the house had the feed from the cameras in the gym there was Cocoa resting but looking quite concentrated. The door opened and in pranced Mort Dray his thick dick’s outline bulged inside the baggy trunks tied to his waist. Mother Becca laced up his gloves and sat near his corner. “Hey there you ready to win your freedom?” Mort said teasingly as he shuffled his feet and boxed at the air dancing the boxer’s dance.

 

“There is going to be two hits tonight… me hit’en you and you hit’en the mat.” She said with conviction. The bell sounded starting the first of two rounds. The players danced throwing swings and jabs but no one making a hit just watching their opponent move. Cocoa made a fast shuffle with her feet threw a quick left, left, right connecting with the left and right. Mort back stepped as he shook off the hits, then faked a left and delivered a solid right. She blocked the incoming left dodged the next right stepped in and delivered two body blows and popped his chin with a surprise right upper cut. Just as Mort had predicted Cocoa’s left hand was starting to drop as the end of the three-minute round neared. Just before the bell sounded, Mort delivered a right that glanced over the top of her left glove and connected solidly with her cheekbone; causing her to stagger as her knees weakened for just a second, and the bell sounded.

 

They both did the boxer’s dance to their corners. She had one of the trustees spraying her with water and Mort had Mother Becca. Cocoa’s trustee was ordered to do right by her, there was to be no cheating. Mort promised a fair fight, and a fair fight she was going to get. He was just the better fighter so he knew exactly how hard he could hit her to shake her and not knock her out; he knew he was going to win but she was going to think the victory would hers the whole time right up to the final knock down. Mort was clearly the winner of that round having delivered the most devastating hits, so they both had two wins each now.  

 

The bell sounded and they both pranced into the middle of the matt; again the shuffling foot work and exploratory jabs and swings, blocks and dodges, the stepping back and stepping in as the contestants vied for the right time and place. The sag in Cocoa’s left arm was slightly lower now as the right punch had weakened her; so Mort opened up for a left and by how fast she took it planting a solid hook, Mort knew she still had her wits and her timing was still on. He ducked and dodged a few more and then opened his left again and ‘pow…!’ she nailed him good this time. He reeled slightly did a quick shuffle faked a right and her left dropped below her shoulder and he popped her good! Cocoa’s left dropped to her side, she struggled to lift it, her knees warbled, and her head sagged to one side. Cocoa was nearly out but still on her feet and she kept trying to hit him with her right. Mort bounced anther right off her left cheek and plunged a solid jab into her solar plexus and she crumpled to the mat. Mother Becca stepped into the ring and started the count, but the bell sounded before she finished the ten count.

 

They waited for her to move and then Mort asked, “Do I win?”

 

“Yes you win.” Cocoa weakly and breathlessly replied her voice sounding solemn.

 

“I didn’t hear you…! Did I win?” He asked louder and angrier this time.

 

“Yeeaass…!” She wailed out and between loud sobs added, “Yeeaass…! You win…! You win…! What do you want!?”

 

“Becca pull her left glove off.” He directed and then very firmly ordered, “Now you put that choke chain around your neck put your gloved hand in the loop on the rope pull your trunks down to your ankles and put your other hand in the other loop on the rope.” She gasped as she saw the chain and shuddered as she slipped it over her head; she jumped as Becca snapped the lock to the collar and froze as she looked at the loops on the rope knowing her freedom was vanishing as she inched her way towards them. Cocoa sobbed loudly as she slipped her gloved hand into the first loop; and then she started gasping and sobbing violently as she slipped her trunks to her ankles, her face was wet with both sweat and tears. Her mouth was contorted as she wept, but slowly she placed her free hand into the last loop and trembled as she waited listening to Mort Dray.

 

“Now you do what you are told no matter who tells you.” Mort sternly ordered and then angrily barked, “Becca!”

 

“You drink this… and you drink it fast, you suck it down! You swallow it until it is all gone.” Becca sternly ordered and stuffed the tube into her mouth.

 

Cocoa sucked and swallowed several large gulps her body retched and she yelled out, “Yuck…! Oh god that is awful…!” she let out a long wet belch then puked with some very violent retches and when she stopped.

 

“Drink more…!” Becca angrily growled and stuffed the tube back into her mouth again and she spit it out. As soon as she did Mort began lashing her buttocks with a willow switch. Crack… Crack… Crack sounded as he lashed her from the bottom of her thighs to the small of her back. When she opened her mouth and wailed Becca stuffed the tube back into mouth and down her throat and began pumping the concoction into Cocoa’s stomach.

 

“You…! do…! As…! You’re…! Told…!” Mort grunted the words with the last five lashes. Some of the welts were bleeding all of them were raised, round, and wide with a burning red color to them. Cocoa’s wailing sobs turned into incoherent gurgling as his concoction flowed into her belly. She would retch, belch, and then vomit. Becca would catch it in a bucket, pour it back into the jug, and serve the mixture right back to her.

 

Mort was now doing his most favorite thing watching his captive’s genitalia engorge in response to his wonderful potion and its aphrodisiac qualities. Mort placed the stool under her belly when her retching stopped and her body began to waver. She was now limply draped over the stool and urine was starting to trickle, and then as predicted her purplish pink labia became covered with a creamy white gel, her ebony mons gained a rosy sheen, and with a pop, her labia splayed. A nice round hole showed at her vaginal tuck. There was satin gel sliding out from the tuck and down along the inside of her labium then hang on her clitoral hood and fall just as another shimmering pearl would ooze out. Just as his cock turned hard her, vagina gaped; she shuddered, and gasped then let out a loud wet belch as her stomach began to bloat. Cocoa’s anal sphincter began to spasm quivering and winking. Sweat was now beading across her body and draining from her armpits.

 

“Look Father…!” Becca excitedly called as she showed Mort the empty jug and then she lifted her hand from Cocoa’s mouth that had held the tube in place; hanging from it was Cocoa’s viscous saliva and she gleefully added, “She is really ready for you Father… I can smell her. Go ahead and give her some of your sweet meat Father!” Becca let the tube slip from Cocoa’s mouth and began massaging Cocoa’s breasts and milking her nipples. Incoherent mumblings and moaning was sounding deep inside Cocoa’s throat as she fell deeper into the drug-induced stupor.

 

Mort slid his hard dick into the now gaping vagina, as it found her depth incoherent moans and cooing sounds grew louder. He worked it for several minutes and then pulled it out with a yank saying firmly, “I’m goin to give this load to sweet Candy!” and with long quick strides headed for the door shouting over his shoulder, “Strip, tie her up, and take her to the box!”

 

“Please Father may I feed on her fluids for a while?” Becca pleadingly asked her smiling face was showing a little blush on her cheeks and sweat was forming on her brow.

 

Mort stopped at the door turned around smiling a very lewd smile his hard cock was poking straight out with a thick coating of Cocoa’s viscous juices and replied, “Sure just don’t be too long… I’m going to want you too.” and closed the door behind him.

 

As he neared, the table both Candy and Missy watched. Candy knew he was coming for her leaned over the table and waited legs spread wide. She yelled and grunted painfully when he shoved the full length of his throbbing cock into her womb and she gasped loudly when his sperm exploded inside her cervix, and after he delivered the last few convulsive thrusts he shouted, “Lets get this party on the hump…!” Mort stuck his face into Candy’s curly blonde hair kept his tight grip on her upper arms and continued to hump until his softening penis fell out.

 

The big screen TVs started showing random selection of audio video feeds of the party and the surroundings as well as selected footage of the farm and the goings on; from the animals and their bitches, to them mating with the captives, to the farm hands snagging a few of them and carting them off to their quarters. The hands that were on duty started throwing left over steaks and bone in roasts around on the floor, while others carried platters full of food and put them on the many tables scattered throughout the main room. All of the males began taking helpings of food and drink; the four-legged ones were gnawing on the meat and bones, the captives were grabbing whatever scraps they could forage. Some of the men were eating from plates and drinking from glasses while others were acting like animals.

 

All the males quickly lost interest in the food and drink and began pawing the females; the four legged ones, to the two-legged ones. All of them licking, probing, poking, kissing, and biting, and soon none of the humans had a stitch of clothing on. Counting all the males there were as many as twenty-three and only about eight available females, so there was a lot of doubling and tripling up going on. Some of the women were being dragged around by their hair as the hounds vied for their turns; while others were being mounted as they slurped on hard dicks, and still others were being boned in all three holes with the hounds licking the copious juices as they oozed here and there. Soon the smell of Sweat, fresh sperm, Bartholin fluids, and urine hung heavily throughout the whole house. The wet squelchings of pistonning cocks and slurping mouths; were accompanied by the animalistic pantings, groanings, and gruntings caused by the melee of meshing bodies.

 

The whole house was rocking to the feverish matings of all the animals. They rolled from one set of arms into a different set of paws; and back into yet another set of arms. The women would be sucking one man’s dick and when he came, she might find a dog dick being shoved into her face or when the man licking her pussy went to another one, a pooch might take his place. The groups of men hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn looked just like a bunch of hounds hovering around a couple of women waiting their turn. As one looked around there were smears of drying fluids along the floor or on the cushions the hounds would do what they could but not all of the juices got licked up.

 

While the orgy continued Mort and his two sex partners were being catered to by the two remaining mothers both were lactating. Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were very busy kissing, licking sucking, massaging, tugging, squeezing, and twisting, the pleasure tools of their charges. First they would make Moe cum in sweet Candy and then in Missy or some times they would split the ejaculate between the two women, then give him some time and stroking let Mort and sweet Candy suckle at their breasts drinking their milk. After a few minutes of rest, they would start all over again.

 

 

 

The end chp. 3  The Criminal

 

                    Pt. 2

 

 

 

                            

Chp. 3  The Crime

 

    pt. 3

 

 

Greg Mineras noticed the cute smirk wash across nurse Smyth’s face when doctor Louan Daoh Mien stuffed his lubed finger into his rectum during one of his many exams he thought, “I will have to feel that gooey jelly for the rest of the day. Yvonne Smyth is surely getting a thrill out of this I bet she wishes she was the one doing the fingering.”

 

“Well your smooth in there no ridges, tight rings, or lesions.” Dr. Mien informatively said as he pulled off his latex gloves then looked at the charts saying as if talking to him self, “one thirty nine over seventy, ninety nine at one hundred percent, heart rate steady at ninety seven per.” He paused surveyed then looked at Greg, “All your chem. levels are at acceptable levels. How have you been sleeping?”

 

“Well okay for being in a hospital where they wake you if they get an itch. Hey Doc I’ve never heard of anybody getting pneumonia from being intubated for a few days.” Greg questioned.

 

Greg watched as nurse fiddled with his meds and when he started to feel light headed Dr. Mien explained, “Greg take a deep breath and let it out slow.” While Greg exhaled he continued, “It has been much more than a few days the fact is, you have been out for most of the eighteen months you have been here.” He paused while Greg blinked his eyes and looked around the room and when his met the doctor’s he added, “Mr. Mineras you’ve been in and out seventeen times this last one the longest nearly seven weeks, and there is no organic pathology to account for these long stretches of coma.”

 

Greg interjected asking, “So that is why I feel so weak?”

 

“Yes. Do you remember what we were talking about, the panic attacks?” Dr. Mien asked.

 

“Yes. So my wife has been gone for nearly nineteen months and tell me are the cops any closer to finding her.” Greg sarcastically asked.

 

“I can’t answer that.” Dr. Mien frankly replied and added, “I’ve had my hands full with you and when they find your wife I will take good care of her too.”

 

“I thought I’ve been her for only a couple of weeks and now I find out that I’ve been here for nearly two years; that I nearly died, my wife is still missing, next you’ll say the cops still want to talk to me!” Greg stopped as he started to black out but no buzzers or bells sounded.

 

“Just take care of your self for now Mr. Mineras. I can’t begin to understand your dilemma and I am not going to insult you by saying everything will be fine.” He paused as he put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and then somberly added, “but we can be hopeful. Greg I have to catch up with my rounds I will look in on you before my shift ends. Is there anything more I can do for you?”

 

“Well if it is all the same to you, you could give me another taste of that stuff you gave me just before you dropped the bomb.” Greg glumly asked.

 

“Well nurse Smyth can you arrange that for Mr. Mineras?” Dr. Mien asked. 

 

“Yes doctor.” She sounded so serious with her reply and when the doctor left she asked, “Do you remember me?”

 

“Yes…!” Greg excitedly responded then asked, “I’m sorry but did you ever give me some of Yvonne’s finger pudding?”

 

“Oh…! No not now luv they’re too many people on the ward! I could give your fanny a bit of a washing luv would you like that.” Yvonne asked saucily.

 

“Please Yvonne that stuff feels so yucky sticky.” Greg replied as he squirmed. It was as if she had a warm washcloth in her hand all along because she had Greg on his side and was done washing his anus and buttocks before he could say whoa. Greg watched Yvonne empty her syringe into his IV, as the warmth started coursing its way through his veins she smiled and asked, “Is that enough luv?”

 

“Maybe a little mooorreah…!” Greg just starred blinking slowly as his eyes flitted about the room and his breathing turned rhythmic.

 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She said with a soft giggle tucked him in and as she made the door whispered loud enough for Greg to hear, “I’ll be back luv with a bowl full of Yvonne’s hot finger pudding.”

 

Greg watched the walls his head felt like it was slowly spinning; one wall looked like it was going up while the one across from it appeared to going down, the other two were going side ways in converging directions. When he looked at the floor, it was sloped away from him while the ceiling had a big bowing belly in it. The crisp lining around the clouds had a dancing line of stars, hearts, and little crescent moons each following the other as they danced over the sun lit edges of the clouds. Tinkling bells played a melody he couldn’t name or place where he heard it but he knew the song. Slowly the clouds changed from a creamy white, to a stormy gray and they started to race by; and as they changed from the stormy gray to a warm pastel red they slowed and their edges became blurry. A tear filled one eye as Lincy’s face appeared in the big soft red cloud and then so many months melted together. He was glad to have the memories to fill his mind, but sad just the same as their life together had been cut short… twice by the same bastard.

 

“Hello luv.” Yvonne cheerily called from the door and the bright smile melted to a sincere look of compassion as she stepped closer to the bed she asked as the doctor slinked in behind her syringe in hand, “Oh Greg dear luv what is it?” and she leaned close to comfort his head.

 

“I love my wife…!” He wailed as she held him close to her bosom, “I miss her and feel so fearful for her and so very helpless.”

 

“Oh luv you just cry it all out we all know how much you love your wife.” Yvonne warmly affirmed then held him until the dose the doctor injected into the IV tube took effect.

 

“Well he has gotten a little better.”  Dr. Mien remarked as he listened to his heart adding, “Out breaks like this have sent him back into coma.”

 

“He really misses his wife.” Yvonne sadly related as she gave him a sponge bath and then agreed, “He has picked up bit of a stride. Will we be able to keep those coppers away from him another day or two?”

 

“I’ve already made the notation at the station as well as the main desk, immediate family only for the next few days.” He paused as he reread the chart checked for reaction to light in both eyes then added, “I don’t want him getting upset we could still loose him… he is still very weak from this last coma. I want his range of motion and muscle therapy increased to four twenty minute sessions a day.” And with a last concerned look, he left calling over his shoulder, “Call me if there are ‘any…!’ changes.” 

 

Yvonne gave Greg’s face another wipe with a clean damp towel and just as she was about to leave Greg groped for her hand and held it as tightly as he could and with his half open eyes begged, “Please Yvonne can you stay just a few more minutes, I need to feel a warm body.” He sounded sedated but he was fighting to stay conscious and dreamily added, “You smell so good to me!” Yvonne allowed him to wrap his arm around her upper thigh, his hand came to rest on the fleshy part of her inner thigh, and with in a few minutes he was sound asleep. She looked at the outline of his penis and smiled as it started to soften.

 

“Luv you stay awake for five minutes tomorrow and I’ll give you more than just a feel.” Just before she left, she took a long quaff and knew there was some precum under the blanket then went about her rounds.

 

Greg knew he was dreaming when he awoke on the beach with the sun baking his skin and the salty aroma of the ocean wafting through the air. The screech of the gulls mixed with Lincy’s laughter and he rolled onto his side and tried to open his eyes and watch his beautiful wife playing in the sun but all he could see was a blurry mixture of blues, reds, and greens surrounding Lincy her features undistinguishable. His eyes began to burn with tears and his voice was mute when he tried to callout and then the acrid stench of ammonia filled his nose. Greg felt a sharp pinprick in his ear and his head being jolted from the hand slapping his face. As the blurriness cleared there was the nightmarish face again staring at him from over the white mask, through hate filled eyes and her sneering voice sounded as the mask puffed, “Don’t act like the stupid bastard you are or you’ll never smell this again!” and Greg’s assailant stuffed a pair of freshly moistened panties into his face.

 

Greg’s eyes filled with tears as he recognized the sweet scent of his wife and how his longing to hear her voice and feel her touch filled his mind and soon gave way to the fearfulness he felt for her and her nightmarish ordeal she was going through and with his voice weak, Greg stammered as he pleadingly assured, “I swear I’ve said nothing to everybody and not a word will I say just ‘please…!’ just please bring my Lincy back home!”

 

“You keep your fucking mouth shut!” Growled the fake nurse and with a swish, she was gone.

 

 

 

 

The end chp. 3 The crime

 

pt. 2

 

 

Chp. 3 The Criminal

 

pt. 3

 

 

It was around dawn the spent men started lounging around the windows or in front of the TVs watching the hounds dragging the women into the back yard; their numbers grew from twelve or thirteen to twenty one or two. There were three or four hounds to each of the women and boy did they look like they were in love. A hodgepodge of flailing tongues, wagging tails, and humping dogs. The women were either on their backs being given tongue baths, or they were on all fours being jostled about as the different hounds vied for the next place in line, or they were being feverishly humped. At one point, all eight women were being madly humped and all of them were making loud wet squelching noises, as the hot wet hard cocks were rapidly being plunged in and yanked back out repeatedly. The hounds too started to slow and their active numbers shrank as they dropped out.

 

As the sun climbed into the sky the revelers were all sleeping in a couple of piles in the main room, or outside under the trees, with a few couples scattered about. Occasionally either one of the hounds or one of the two legged hounds would find a open hole and give it a poking, but for the most part the first part of the party was over and just a pile of sweated, cum covered bodies remained. The tables scattered across the room still had scraps of food, and half full bottles and glasses; here a plate and there a bowl, a glass here and a bottle there. The revelers had really made a mess; the house was rife with the stale smell of both female and male sweat, urine, and cum, as well as a hodge podge of food and drink.

 

Soon a man stirred to go outside causing a ripple effect soon everyone was stirring and finding there way into the afternoon sun. The women squatting pissing, the men finding a tree and pissing, and the hounds covering up the humans’ scents with theirs. Mort, Candy, Missy, Mother Tessa and Mother Annie were stretched out in the master’s bedroom. Missy was suckling on Candy’s budding clitoris as she slipped Father’s organ in and out of her sore looking vagina.

 

Mort’s cock suddenly stiffened and Candy asked, “Please Father give this seed to Missy.” Missy rolled onto her belly when she saw Father looking at her and knew he was close. When Candy jumped off, she tensed when Mort fell on her stuffing his ejaculating organ right inside her. He grunted loudly spraying spit all over Lincy’s back as the last of his sperm gushed out and his body went limp. He rolled onto his back and ordered, “Mother Tessa and Annie get Candy and Missy swaddled up and cart Missy back to the pens…!”

 

“No…! No…! Father let me help you have sex with any of the women here I just want to give you pleasure!” Candy interjected excitedly pleading.

 

“You be a good girl and do as you are told. I will spend the night with you tonight.” Mort softly admonished then kissed her little feet and watched them being wrapped up tightly. He kissed them both on the forehead and watched as Missy was being wheeled out.

 

Mort Dray stood on the porch overlooking the main grounds stroking his semi hard penis and watching the animals playing their games as they romped about. The four-day orgy had them all moving a little slower then usual and he beamed a hearty smile as he recalled being told the insemination had taken in all six women. He knew the six women would soon start showing signs of being pregnant. They brought the total up to thirteen of the twenty-seven captives were now impregnated. The illegal baby trade was netting him more than he ever thought it would, but he still bread and boarded dogs, trained them and sold them. A warm smile beamed as he watched Brutus and Ester starting their mating dance the warm weather had caused Ester to come into season; the last litter she had, netted him over five thousand dollars. He smiled broadly as he watched Ned and Reb getting the vaginal and seminal juices licked from their groin by Ophelia, and Sabrina both female Wolf and Dane mixed.

 

Juicy Lucy kissed him on the foot and rubbed her face along Mort’s leg as she drew closer to his hairy scrotum. Her licking and kissing began to sound wet as she neared his cluster. Mort looked at her darkening hair that was beginning to cover her alabaster skin. Mort quivered as she suckled his hairy scrotum. He cast a lingering gaze watching Luscious leisurely mounted Lassie, a loud wet squelch sounded when he thrust his large cock into her womb. Without moving, he held her tightly and just slowly licked her neck and ear. There in the bright sunlight next to the tall Oak tree were Artemis and Tiberius standing butt to butt their tongues flailing as the two hounds panted from exhaustion after mating, Artemis had just came into season too and Tiberius had been trying to bone her all week and took the opportunity offered as Luscious was busy mating with Lassie.

 

A loud wet gasp sounded from Lucy causing Mort to look down and there was Thaddeus eagerly tonguing her vagina and buttocks. A bright light flashed in Mort’s mind blinding him and when it dimmed he saw his van parked on the side of a road and he was standing next to it looking at a patrol woman and then a loud voice rang out, “you’ll take her and find a new friend.” He opened his eyes just as his sperm gushed into Lucy’s mouth oozing down her chin and watched as Thaddeus’s forceful humping turned convulsive and his grunting turned desperate and loud. Lucy’s cheeks puffed around Mort’s shaft as she gasped from her orgasm. The three of them quieted and remained motionless while they savored the moment.

 

Lucy fell to the ground when Thaddeus yanked his softened cock from her vaginal well, her eyes rolled back while his tongue slathered across her vagina lapping up the thick congealed juices. Mort looked at Thaddeus, he looked back his ears cocked forward licking the sweet glaze from his jowls.

 

Inside Mort’s mind, he watched a flower blossoming with each of his victims and his pets’ faces appearing on the peeling petals. His pets bouncing and playing or giving him sugar, and his victims with the dazed look of disbelief as he bounced his fist across their cheekbone, and then their look of total submission. Candy’s scent drifted from the bedroom, brought Mort back from his dream, and he headed to the bedroom. He saw mother Becca enticingly holding her free nipple dripping with her milk and he watched as Ned noisily suckled from the other then he too started suckling and swallowing her sweet tasting cream. When Ned started making her suck his cock Mort slowly walked into the bedroom and there was Mother Tessa fingering Candy’s vaginal folds while she drank from her weeping nipple.

 

“She is really close to cumming,” Announced Mother Tessa in a warm soft voice. Mort looked at her, smiled and watched while Candy’s toes wriggled with excitement and looked at her juices weeping from her vagina. He listened as Tessa noisily slurped them up. Candy’s back arched as he slid his turgid fat cock into her womb giving Candy a few deep thrusts and he let out a few loud and quick breaths while expelling his sperm. Candy’s body jostled Tessa’s as she writhed from pleasure within Tessa’s grasp.

 

“That was beautiful Father the two of you came at the same time.” Tessa salaciously observed and kneeled waiting for him to withdraw his penis so she could lick it clean. Phoebe padded into the room and waited next to Tessa and when she started licking the juices from Mort’s penis Phoebe began to feed on the sperm oozing from Candy’s open vagina. Mort began vigorously masturbating and quickly started ejaculating into Tessa’s open mouth, and as his climax eased he groaned, “Take it all, take it all the way down.” And sighed loudly as she slid the full length of his softening shaft into her throat. When Tessa started to quake from not breathing he pulled out saying, “Look!” and there was Phoebe laying on her back and whining.

 

“I think she wants me the give her a little sweet and low.” Tessa saucily remarked.

 

“I think you are right let me watch.” Mort salaciously agreed. His penis turned hard briefly, as he watched Tessa’s tongue slithering over the Phoebe’s genitalia and massaging the hound’s rows of wriggling titties. He laughed as Phoebe let out a loud groaning whine of approval and lick at the air.

 

Mort walked out to the porch and sat in the hot sun closing his eyes he saw the blossom again only this time Carol the waitress he just met, her face was in the middle with Candy’s face on all of the surrounding pedals. Then a blinding light shined and he saw the little mole on Carol’s neck and remembered she had been one of his original victims. Mort’s penis turned quite turgid and ached as he remembered how easy and how quickly she learned her lessons. She was so willing to please that he never had to punish her. Then the world spun and warbled and with a sudden jolt stopped and in his head he heard “go now!” a wet smile washed across Mort’s face and he yelled out, “Jerry gas up the van!” and as he rushed into the house yelled at the door, “Jerry double up on the meds, ropes, and gags!”

 

 

The end Ch.3

 

The Criminal pt. 3

 

 

 

Ch. 3 The victim pt. 3

 

 

Lincy was sleeping on the grass and partially covered gravel when a loud metallic clanging woke her. She started to jump to her feet but the top of her cage knocked her back to the ground and she sat there blinking her eyes in disbelief but thankful she was no longer in the isolation box. She was surprised to see that Brutus was nowhere to be seen as she thought he was licking her ear just before she was rested from her sleep. The evil laughter filtered through the hedge row that separated the isolation cells from the rest of the farm; though she could not see what was happening she knew all too well, the sounds of the woman violently vomiting reminded her of both her first and second stays. Her skin where the welts use to be itched, when Lincy heard the sharp cracks of the whip, soon the smell of rancid feces filtered through the hedge as did the woman’s pleading sobs as she begged for the torment to stop. Lincy started to cry for her as she remembered how much like her the strange woman’s pleading sounded.

 

Then the sounds of the continuing orgy filtered from the house and back yard made her wish she was still there. Lincy knew that there was only four or five women to service the nearly thirty males two or four legged males and the thought of having several cocks waiting for their turn made her ache deep inside her womb and she pressed her face to the wire fence. She started sniffing madly at the air hoping to catch Brutus’s scent but the wind was blowing in the wrong direction. Then Lincy saw three of the hired hands walking in the direction of her cage she knew they were coming to test her and see if Father’s sperm took hold.

 

“Come on out here you,” ordered the man opening the cage door.

 

“Get over here and suck this hard cock.” Ordered another as he unzipped his pants and pulling out his already hard dick, Lincy quickly obeyed, crawled over, sucked the man’s penis into her mouth, and eagerly started bobbing her head up and down. They all looked on and jeered as she gagged when the hand shoved his long fat cock deep into her throat.

 

“Hey give me that tester she pissed when you gagged her!” excitedly remarked one of the onlookers as he held it next to her urethra ordered, “Now make her gag again.” He quickly buried the length of his shaft causing Lincy to retch and dry-heave. “Perfect!” Brayed the man testing her. After a minute passed he announced, “The bitch is knocked up so we can fuck her if we want.” Lincy knew Father’s seed had taken in her belly long before the three of them happened to the cage. She was full of both rage that he had gotten her pregnant again and glad that she was again pregnant and able to pleasure Father in any way she could.

 

“Come on hurry up I want to cum in her mouth too you know!” the third man impatiently prodded and then added, “This bitch belongs to Brutus and we didn’t bring any food or dog bones.”

 

“Will you shut up I am close!” grunted the man shoving his cock into the back Lincy’s throat. Then his movements turned jerky and strained as spit sprayed from his mouth, a long grinding animalistic groan sounded and Lincy made slurping noises as she swallowed his ejaculate.

 

“My turn man, come on let me get some!” excitedly claimed the impatient hand and then ordered as he stepped in close after the first man backed away, “Now don’t spill a drop!” and slipped his hard cock into her sperm coated mouth.

 

“‘Oh man…!’ The bitch is creaming, mind if I fuck her while she sucks you off?” excitedly asked the man standing behind her jacking off.

 

“Sure go ahead,” answered the man now getting his penis sucked. Both men were pumping as fast as they could cumming in just a few minutes laughing at the sounds Lincy made as she swallowed the one man’s sperm.

 

As they locked her back in her cage and walked off one of them bragged, “Hey we came at the same time!”

 

“No fucking way you came way before me because you started after me.” Argued the other and walked away.

 

“Just keep on walking here comes Brutus.” Alerted one of the men and kept walking.

 

“Did you unlock the dog door?” Asked the tester.

 

“Of course not Mort said to leave it locked.” He sarcastically replied.

 

“Man that is one horny bitch look at her pace!” Remarked the tester.

 

“Yea she can’t see him but she knows he is up wind from her!” excitedly remarked the first man.

 

Lincy was pacing up and down as she anxiously waited for Brutus, and when she caught sight of him she started pissing all over the ground as she danced in circles. He quickly started spraying his scent all over the ground and fence when he couldn’t enter the pen. Lincy hungrily watched as he licked his red meaty cock. He just sat and looked at her with his tongue flailing as he panted. She watched as he sniffed at the ground next to him and Lincy knew to lie next to him but couldn’t but lay down as close to him as the fence would permit.

 

Lincy awoke with a start found Brutus gone and then another shrieking scream sounded. Lincy knew what was happening the orgy was ending with one of the new victims being taken from the isolation box tied to a pole and raped by Father’s hounds while everyone looked on. When the shrieking turned into blubbering sobs begging them to stop Lincy knew that one of the hounds had mounted her bitten and bleeding body and plunged his huge cock into her. The muscles around her clitoris turned taut and she squeezed her clitoris when the scent of Brutus’s sperm drifted into her nose. She could hear the loud wet squelch sound as he yanked free, and her loud grinding groans as another hound lumbered onto her back. Lincy closed her eyes and could see exactly what was happening because she had watched other victims being initiated as well as being a victim and going through the initiation twice.

 

A drool slipped through her lips as she caught the scent of Thaddeus’s semen and then Claudius’s, and T-rex’s seed soon wafted through the air. Her loin turned hot as she listened to the noises the hounds made, the jeering cheers from the hands, and how the groans from the victim turned into moans and sighs of surrender. Lincy’s thigh glistened with a thick viscous coating of her vaginal juices as she eagerly sniffed at the air searching it for the parade of different smells coming from the hounds spilling their seed, and her longing for it to be spilled in her womb grew.

 

Gone from her mind was the humiliation of having dogs fucking her, gone was the shame of having all those jeering onlookers gawking at her while she obediently performed her duties, and the disgust of having so many different men taking turns at filling her with sperm. Gone were the memories of her husband and her love for him was just a faded thought, but his scent was etched into her mind. She had forgotten what her house looked like only what the yard looked like, and where the trees were and how many. She remembered which of her neighbors kept dogs as pets and she could smell them all of them.

 

All Lincy wanted to do and all she thought about now, was to give pleasure to anybody man or beast and take their seed anywhere they wanted to put it. Her love for Brutus had grown and longed for him when he was away. The scraps of food left in her bowl had begun to taste good. The square box she shared with Brutus felt like her home and the caged pen felt like her yard. A drool ran down her chin as she watched Brutus licking his wet, red, penis and her groin filled with longing when he looked up at her. They both looked at the van as it started down the driveway and a tear slipped across Lincy’s face as she watched Father driving off.

 

The end chp. 3 

pt.3

 

The Crime, The Criminal, and The Victim.

 

 

Any resemblances to reality are completely coincidental this is a fictional story. I hope you have enjoyed it a forth and final chapter is being roughed out. I welcome feedback and any reasonable e-mail will be responded to. Please send comments to writermike2003@yahoo.com or to the pm available at this site.

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“Excuse me, miss.  Is you’s alrigh?”he asked, massacring the English language,, as he laid his filthy hands on her naked waist, yet again, letting his thumbs and the palms of his hands rest against the tops of her ass cheeks.  At his touch Charlotte quickly got into a sitting position facing the homeless man leaning beside her who was doing his best impression of an innocent man.  Charlotte had always been a defender of all the little guys: Hurt animals, children, battered women, and the homeless.  However, right now she was quite angry with this particular homeless man for grabbing her god-like ass and giving it a soulful squeeze. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you pervert!” she yelled at the homeless man and people in the vicinity one again began to take notice, but just like before didn’t seem all too concerned.  “I could have seriously hurt myself! Who do you think you are grabbing ladies on the street?!  Somebody ought to teach you a lesson you dirty old smelly freak!” No no, miss.  You gots it all wrong, see,” the homeless man desperately responded “It wasn’t me whose grabbed you… it was some guy..in a suit…he had some briefcase and…he was all mean ‘n shit..  I tried to stop him fo you’s, miss…but he mussa got away.” The animated homeless man waved his arms around frantically during his explanation of the events that’d taken place and afterwards one of them came to rest right above charlottes left knee.  Then he spoke:  “I just came here to see if you was alright.  Is you alright?”  The Homeless man asked attempting to take on the role of protector.  Charlotte, who as I aforementioned is a sucker for the homeless, immediately began to hum along to a different tune and became gracious for the homeless man kneeling next to her wantonly rubbing her leg. “Is that really what happened?  I can’t believe no one else stopped to help me or catch that asshole!” She exclaimed.  I always said that the homeless were the only people worth anything in this crummy world…and I was sure right!”  “Yes, you is sho right, girl.  Not one of em even turned a head. Shiiih..” the homeless man said now with both hands affectionately rubbing and effectively dirtying up Charlotte’s jeans covered thighs.  ‘My how soft these puppies is,’ thought Marvin.  “How can I ever repay you!?  It’s not fair that you do such a good deed and have to continue to live out here on the streets!” She exclaimed.  “Well…” the homeless man began starting to conjure up a reward.  “I could use a shave and a showa…ifa you knows where I can find one…hard to get a job dese days all smellin’ like I do.”  They both had a good laugh at that before Charlotte stood up smiling and announced to the homeless man that her dorm had a shower and she could sign him in to use it.  Are you sho, miss?” Marvin asked, trying to conceal his excitement.  “Yes,” replied Charlotte, “it is by duty to you, my fallen brother.”  And at that she pulled him up and they walked arm in arm to Charlotte’s dormitory.

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Once arriving at the front security desk they both took out their I.D.s and handed them over to the security guard.  He eyed the both of them suspiciously for a moment and then asked Charlotte, “So, um…are you sure this is your friend?”  This was exactly the response she had hoped for.  She reveled and took delight in situations where she could exercise her devotion to human rights activism.  “Of course this is my friend!  What do you think the homeless have no friends!?  Oh, maybe they do.  Maybe they only have other stinky homeless friend, right!?  You people are all the same.  You get a buck and then you look down on everyone and you think you’re all better than everyone else!  Well, you’re not!  You’re the lowest of the low!”  The guard stood there stunned and thought “this job doesn’t pay enough” before he let the motley duo pass into the hallway that led to the stairwell.  Feeling supergood about her socially activist self, she gingerly led Marvin the homeless man up the stairs to the 3^rd floor[all the while Martin could not keep his greedy eyes off of Charlotte’s sweet ass..with each step up one cheek tightened and the other created a crease in the area where her buttock met her leg.  This repeated motion proved to be too much stimulation for Martin and his penis began to grow down the leg of his pants; harder and thicker, straining against his tight crusty pants to be freed.  Charlotte’s room was tiny; filled with posters, signs, and articles all having to do with the poor, poor people of this world.  It also contained a window, desk, and bed.  “Here,” Charlotte broke in while Marvin was looking around, “you can use my towel and shampoo because I’m cool like that and I don’t care that you’re homeless!”  She proudly exclaimed.  “What about some soap, sugga?”  The homeless man asked. “Oh, how could I forget!”  And she turned around and bent over to look thru one her drawers for some soap her homeless friend, Marvin, could use.  Just then the homeless man remembered why, exactly, he’d come to her dorm in the first place.  It was not to take a shower; nor was it to shave..it was to fuck this dumb white bitch!  His eyes locked in on her fatty white ass and he licked his lips watching the crack of her ass and the round white globes wiggle to and fro below her tiny waist as she searched and searched; babbling all the while.  He dropped the towel and shampoo on the bed, lifted his leg in the air, and kicked her ass as hard as he could with his big dirty boot.  She crashed headfirst into the cabinet and fell to the floor in a crumpled up daze.  “You dumb white bitch” the homeless man said, “I’m a show you a lesson walkin’ ‘round like you does.  Show you what’s up, I will.”  Charlotte looked up, confused, with stars in her eyes from her newspaper and magazine covered floor to see the homeless man’s hands undoing the rope he had tied around his waist, which acted as a belt.  “What…what are you doing?”  Charlotte asked in a small pathetic voice from where she lay on the floor; holding her aching and swollen head.  Marvin let his actions speak for himself.  As soon as the rope came undone his oversized pants dropped to the floor, revealing something else which appeared to be oversized as well.  Charlotte gasped and became wide-eyed at the size of his semi-hard black as night cock.  She’d seen horse cock before and Marvin’s bared a striking resemblance.  The thick shaft began from between his legs where thick curly pubic hair sprouted all along the base and on his testicles.  The shaft then hung downwards nearly reaching his knees.  The length wasn’t the only amazing thing about it, see, it was also very thick and veiny.  It appeared to carry a lot of weight.[which it most certainly did]  Behind his massive tool, a very low hanging ball sack hung low containing two clementine-sized testicles.   She also gasped because of the putrid smell that was released once his pants dropped. He laughed at her expression and said “how you like yo poe lil homeless man now” and continued laughing heartily until Charlotte rose to her feet and made a run towards the door of her dorm room.  The homeless man, still laughing, stuck out his foot and tripped her as she tried to pass him and she fell against the door and slid down to the ground in a heap.  The fight in her was dying quickly as she took beating after beating.  He walked over to the door, stepping over her, his dick waving back and forth like the powerful pendulum of a grandfather clock, and locked it.  He knelt down next to the barely conscious Charlotte and maneuvered her so that she was on her back.  Out of the corner of her eye she eyed his monster of a penis only a couple of feet from her face and emitted a tiny whimper of pain and of fear.  He reached his hand back and brought it, with force, against her face.  “Shut up bitch…I swear I kills ya.”  He stood up and over her with his legs on either side of her body.  Charlotte could only look up from the floor, where she was whimpering with a busted lip and bruised face, at that mammoth of a cock that seemed to be pointing right at her.  As if to say “I choose you,” it jerked once and she flinched.  Marvin laughed.  That frightened look remained in her eyes as he looked down on her, smiling, and began to jerk his cock slowly and deliberately.  She dared not scream for help out of fear for her life.  He kept masturbating, getting off on the helpless look of his cowering victim.  He squeeze the shaft and a droplet of precum oozed out of the head.  He squatted down with the precum still at the head of his cock until it lay against her forehead.  She could feel the sticky substance there on her face; she felt disgusted with herself. He smiled, still grabbing the shaft, and wiped his cock off against her cheeks, nose, and eyes – finally resting it against her lips, which were trembling and clamped shut.  He squatted further down until half the shaft lay across Charlotte’s face.  She had closed her eyes and tried to breathe as little as possible, for his smell was unbearable.  “mmm. That look good to me.” He told her, still smiling.  She began to choke and cough because of the rancid and fowl smelling organ that lay across her face.  “You betta get used to it, bitch.  “ he said as he took his massive tool in his hand and shook it against her face, slapping her with it.  The cock was heavier than she expected and actually hurt.  “This shit gon be in yo mouth soon.”  She gasped again and began to cry and the homeless man saw this as an excellent opportunity to partly push the head inside of her parted lips as she whimpered and quietly pleaded with him.  “Be a good girl and lick it, bitch.  Or I shit on ya then i kill ya!”  This latest threat got Charlotte to reluctantly open her tiny mouth and let her tiny tongue come out and lick the underside of the Homeless man’s shaft up to the head.  The horrible sour taste of his filthy piece stung her taste buds.  “C’mon back you best keep lickin.”  And she did keep licking.  She licked and licked.  She lapped at it as a cat would its milk dish.  Only this wasn’t milk.  It was a filthy, dirty, homeless cock.  He slowly pushed his hips back and forth, running the length of it against her mouth nose and forehead as she held her tongue out flicking it against his penis. He pushed it slowly against her forehead and nose sometimes hovering over her so that his heavy balls could be licked and bounced around by her tongue.  The homeless man began to grunt and enjoy his cock bath.  She licked and suckled his sack while he took his cock in one hand and began to slowly stroke it, moaning and urging her on, very slowly from its base to its head using her saliva as lubricant while some precum dripped down onto her cheek  “Bitch you like lickin’ them balls don’t you?”  She didn’t answer, feeling embarrassed, but kept licking them all over sometimes even taking one of the oversized testacles into her mouth. “Bitch, I said answer me!”  And he slapped her in the face.  “Tell me you like sucken’ them nuts, ho!”  He ordered her to tell her.  She took his right testicle out of her mouth and in a monotone voice proclaimed:  “I love sucking your balls” and the homeless man, content, smiled a toothless grin while he rubbed the shaft back and forth along her face spreading the mixture of her own saliva and his precum around..  “Blright, bitch..now open wide.”  She didn’t and he whacked her in the face with his heavy meat.  It hurt her quite a bit.  He leaned in close and whispered “you better open wide, bitch…dis could be much worse am warnin’ you now.”  Reluctantly she opened her mouth and he positioned himself so that the head of his cock lay on her tongue like a holy wafer was once laid there when she received her first holy communion.  The homeless man looked up to the ceiling of the room and said “thank you, God. Thank you for givin’ me this bitch.  I fiannly got sumthin’ to live fo.  Thank you, God. Amen.”  He turned his attention back to Charlotte and saw that she’s taken some initiative and had been licking his cock head and suckling on it, figuring if she did a good job this could all be over soon.  “mmm. Now das my girl…but this be easier dis way, here sit up.”  He sat her up so she was propped up against her dorm room’s door.  “ok…NOW you may open wide.”  She did so and closed her eyes and felt the first wave of his cock begin to enter her mouth…it was still only semi-hard and had not reached it’s full length or thickness.  He pushed another quarter into her mouth and now the head reached and pushed into the entrance to her throat.  She began to cough and gag but the homeless man held her pinned against the door and told her to get ready for the “steam engine comin’ thru.  With that, he pushed the whoooooole thing in and it knocked her head against the door with a loud thud…she began to moan and suffer with the huge cock stuffed down her throat, but he held her there with this stinky pubes pressed against her nostrils and his balls hanging down her face past her chin.  “mmm. Yeah baby amma teach you ‘bout love today.”  The homeless man laughed his rich hearty laugh as Charlotte struggled and clawed at his sides and ass trying to push him off her.  The cock began to expand in her throat and with it the pain also grew.  “baby, more you be struggling more ams gonna stay like this.”  He laughed some more and she stopped fighting him, so he slowly pulled his cock out inch by inch and marveled at the sight of it.  She collapsed to the floorgasping for air and massaging her throat while the homeless man laughed and laughed at her.  “Girl, I muss say I be proud of you.  Damn girl das nice…but now da real fun beginning.  Stan up and take dem pants down. Now, I said!”  Charlotte slowly rose to her feet and unbuttoned her jeans letting them fall to the ground..it was obvious she was completely resigned to what was about to happen to her, and she stood there lifeless with her pants around her ankles.  He skin was white as 2% milk and her mound was covered in dark, thick, curly hair.  It was a wonderful contrast that even the homeless man could appreciate it.  he whistled and hollered at her and finally told her to turn around so he could see them other half.  She did so and the homeless man dropped to his knees praising the Lord for the gift he had bestowed upon him that day.  He crawled over to her on his knees which his long thick cock dragging on the floor between his legs, grabbing her big beautiful ass and squeezing it.  He kneaded the flesh roughly as if it were not part of another human being, but its own separate entity.  He bit into the pouty cheeks savagely leaving bite marks and his saliva on them.  He was amazed at how far it protruded from her body and by how tiny her slim waist was.  He continued to slap and knead it; lick and bite it.  It was his.  No one else’s but his.  He stood up and moved in close behind her and let his cock snuggle up inside the cleft of her ass.  She shivered at the touch but he held her by the waist tightly with both hands as he slid his cock up and down tightly snuggled between her ballooning ass cheeks.  He massaged them groaning as he did so.  His precum slickened the space and he pushed up and down with ease but he was now ready for some yum yum pussy fun.  He pushed her onto her small dorm room bed and in fear about what would happen next she lay there defeated and crying; begging the man not do what he was about to do.  “But baby you see…I made a promise to…the Lord, baby you see…I can’t break no promise I makes with him…it sacred!”  At that he jumped onto the bed, grabbed her by the ankles,, and pried her legs apart.  To look at the size of this man’s penis and then at the size of Charlotte’s tiny vagina you’d wonder just how this monster could ever fit in such a tiny pussy, but Marvin held her legs against his chest with one muscular arm and held his penis steady with the other.  “Oops. I almost forgot!”  He hocked a loogie, aimed, spat, and hit his shaft with it.  He massaged it in and then aimed his cock at her perty little vagina as her moans of protest grew louder and louder.  He slowly pushed the mushroom shaped head of his penis into her hole and sighed at how good this felt and how much better it would soon feel.  Her Pussy was already stretched out by the head…but the fattest parts of his cock were still yet to come.  He said  “Baby, my moms always tol me she said ‘mMarvin it best you jump in that pool and git it ova with ratha no standing around makin it harder for yuhself.’”  He kissed both of her feet, which were on either side of his head, one by one and then plunged his entirety deep inside of her with a primal grunt.  Where he found the room to stuff this cock in nobody knows.  Next door to Charlotte’s room a group of stoners getting high listening to records all thought.. “Man, dude, yo…that Charlotte…she is one kinky chick.”  But back in Charlotte’s room the huge cock lay deep within her.  He praised the Lord one last time and begin to mercilessly drive the beast in and out of her while she screamed and yelled loud enough to alarm the whole dorm room of her sexual activities.  Marvin met a lot of resistance from her tiny little pussy but it didn’t stop him.  Nothing would stop him.  He drove his hips in and then pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in again with a slapping sound.  Flesh against flesh.   Sometimes Marvin drew out only half way.  Sometimes he drew out all the way.  But he always pounded back in with reckless abandon; lost in the throws of his lust for this hot white girl.  He held her legs open wide by the ankle with each hand and plowed over and over again while Charlotte slipped into a semi-unconscious state her body just bouncing with each thrust; tears and precum covering her face.  Marvin scooped her up with his arms around her back and brought her chest to his chest as he knelt on the bed with his cock still planted inside her.  He threw her arms around his shoulder and she got the idea as he stood up and put his hands underneath her to cup that magnificent ass in his hands.  He lifted her tiny body up and down up and down on his cock as Charlotte’s mouth lay open only small sounds escaping here and there.  The Homeless man was breaking a sweat and grunting.  By this time a small crowd had gathered outside the door to listen.  Marvin pushed Charlotte against the door roughly and with her back against the door he could fuck her even harder.  He was also able to free his hands from her ass; so, he did so and ripped open her shirt and bra and began ravaging her modest B cup breasts.  He pulled and yanked at them while she held on to him for dear life and he pistoned his unspeakably sized cock in and out of her abused pussy.  “thwak thwak.” Was the sound the listeners heard each time Marvin savagely drove back into her and her back and skull met with the door. Soon, though,  Martin grew tired of holding her up, so he lifted her up off of his cock and dropped her to the floor.  She collapsed in a heap and knocked on her door pleading for audience that had gathered outside to help her.  They all looked at each other, frightened, until one man spoke up: “they are pretty wild in there aren’t they!?”  The group considered this and agreed that they were pretty wild and listened on attentively.  Charlotte got a few smacks and boot kicks for that and Marvin finally got her in the position he’d dreamt of having her in since he laid eyes upon her.  What position is that?  Doggystyle, of course!  She was on her hands and knees and Marvin strode up behind her.  He squatted there, holding himself up with his strong legs, and immediately pushed the head into her brave little cunt.  He drove all the way in with one thrust and grabbed two handfuls of her hair with both hands and pulled back as hard as he could.  Her neck snapped back and Marvin used this trick for extra balance as he rocked back and forth fucking Charlotte with his huge tool.  His cock: super thick - thicker and longer than ever, veins bulging and his sack full of cum ready to completely fill Charlotte with his semen, he fucked her relentlessly; spitting out obscenities that sprayed saliva on her back.  The resistance her unbelievably tiny pussy gave him is what made fucking her better than anything he ever fucked before.  It felt so smooth and sucked away at his cock better than he’d ever experienced a cunt could suck.  He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came so he brought back one of his large dirty hand and slapped her ass; watching it jiggle and shake before him as his cock continued its deep-sea diving expedition. Each time his hips met hers and his cock disappeared somewhere within her, her ass did a dance for him; it made him smile and fuck her faster and harder to increase the tempo at which it danced.  Charlotte was beside herself and in a most uncomfortable position with her head being pulled back like it was.  Charlotte, as a person, however, did not exist to Marvin.  She was only a fuck toy; a really hungry pussy that he could feed his cock to. With each thrust, Marvin pulled back mercilessly on her hair; as he pulled out he let up a tiny bit.  This sequence continued for at least 15 minutes.  She sobbed and yelled the whole way thru it and like an answer from God[finally]  Marvin grunted and held his cock deep within her as he emptied his balls deep inside and collapsed on top of her, immediately beginning to snore.  Charlotte tried to budge him but his weight was no match for her.  So, she, too, fell asleep with his huge cock wedged inside of her, on her cold marble door room floor.

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To be continued