Well my name is Ashley i'm 18, 163cm, slim build, brown hair with blonde highlights, weigh 49kg and am a 34C. Just as i told you'se last time.

 

June remained silent, I could sense the incredible disdain she was feeling and I thrust my finger in her pussy.

"I love this little cunt. Tell me you're my whore!" I could feel her body shudder against mine as she started to cry. "Get off the bed!" I pushed June off the mattress and she fell to her knees on the floor. I reached down and took off her collar. "Get up, put your hands behind your head and show me that body of yours!" Her eyes were already moist. She stood up, hesitantly she put her arms up behind her head, I loved the way her tits looked, so young and taut. "Spread those legs wider slut." June eased her legs wide, she was so gorgeous. I could almost see her pussy twitching. I didn't know if she was starting to like it, or if it was just the embarrassment. "Why don't you spread that pussy of your so I can see your cute little pink snatch." June's arms trembled as she moved her fingers down to her labia and spread her lips, showing the shining pink flesh of her pussy.

"Do you want me to stick my cock in there and fill you up cunt?" June just stared at the floor. "Go kneel on the floor in the shower, rub that pussy till you're about to cum, I'll be in shortly!" I got up from the bed. My dick was aching; it was so sensitive I had to be careful. I called Jim on the phone to tell him to get over here by 4, I really couldn't wait much longer, it was going to be so much fun once he got here.

When I went into the bathroom June was kneeling on the floor in the shower, her fingers working away at her clit, her nipples were hard and her breasts jiggled enticingly.

"Are you ready to cum you fucking whore?" When she didn't respond I stepped into the shower and grabbed her hair, I arched her head back. "I said are you ready to cum you fucking whore?"

 
"Yes, yes."

 

I slapped her across the face at the response. "Yes sir, you answer me as yes sir slut!" I pinched her nipples till she screamed. "Now you can cum slut!" On call June started to moan, I continued to hold her nipples in my hands, pinching them hard and twisting. June's knees were shaking so violently I thought she'd collapse on the floor, she had a finger buried in her pussy and her other hand was on her clit, rubbing hard. "That's it slut, tell me how it feels!" June was groaning, her body shuddering, I don't know if she heard a word I said. I pulled my hands from her tits and turned on the water, she screamed in shock as the cold water hit her, she tried to stand up but I pushed her back down. "Tell me when the water is warm enough for my shower slut!" I could see the goose pimples break out on her skin. She tried to cross her hands over her breasts to keep the cold water from her sensitive tits."Is the water getting warmer yet slut? She was shivering under the tepid stream. I left her like that till the water heater started to work, and as soon as it was hot enough, I climbed in. "Clean me good slave." I handed her a sponge and soap.

June got reluctantly to her feet and started rubbing me down with the soap. She had gloriously soft hands. I placed my palms against the tiles and let her move over me. I loved the way the water ran in streams down her face and through her hair, it made her look so provocative.

"Rub those tits up against me!" I felt the hard points of her nipples against my back. "Don't forget to clean my dick, we wouldn't want it dirty when I fuck your friends, would we?" I almost lost it when June started cleaning my balls with the sponge. I was definitely going to get used to having this slut wash me every morning. When I got out of the shower I had her dry me down.

"Clean up slave. You have 20 minutes, then I want you on the floor next to the bed, on your knees with your hands behind your head waiting for me!" I put on a pair of loose fitting sweats and headed into the kitchen. I started making up the meal for the girls' lunch. Jim was going to be over early I hoped, maybe 3 if he could, 4 at the latest, and I still had a few things to do before he got here.
When I got back into the bedroom June was there on the floor like I'd told her. She didn't have enough time to completely dry her hair, but I liked it that way. I liked the way it was wet and dripping on her naked skin. I loved the way there was still a film of water on her belly and between her tits, I could almost imagine it was caused by a long fucking session. I like when my bitches get all hot and sweaty for me.

"Good girl." I held out her collar for her. "Put it on for me slut." I loved the way she stared at the collar with foreboding, then tenuously placed it around her neck.
"Tell me cunt, did you have a good orgasm this morning?" I clicked the lock shut on the collar. Her eyes stared up at me; there was a mixture of anger and despair in her deep hazel eyes. "I'm going to leave you in the room again today. I want you to tape yourself masturbating every 2 hours, just like yesterday, though, I expect a lot more effort today, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Begrudgingly she replied.

 
"Tell me what you're going to do."

"I'm going to ma…" I grabbed her collar and pulled her so we were face-to-face, no more than an inch separated us.
"No slut, there are no more I's for you. You're my property now, a lowly piece of trash for me to do as I see fit with. You will always refer to yourself in the third person, you are my slut, my slave, my cunt, my whore, but no longer a person." I let go of the collar. "Now tell me what you're going to do?" I could see her cheek twitching as she sniffled out the words

"This whore is going to masturbate every two hours and tape it, she will work hard to cum..." she hesitated, "This whore will work hard to cum for you Master."

 

I grinned and tapped June on the head. "Good girl." I grabbed for her collar and got her to her feet. I pulled her along behind me into the other room and attached the chain so she couldn't go anywhere. When I slammed the door shut behind me as I left, I knew that my dear June was truly becoming the pet I envisioned.
I went down into the basement, instead of going to the kennel side with the girls’; I headed off to my storage area. Right were I expected I found the old double mattress and box spring. They weren't heavy, so I started dragging them toward the kennel. When I opened the door all the girls stared at me as I moved in with the bed.

"Hello slaves!" Very subtly the girl's inched further back in the kennel. "I hope you didn't forget we have a visitor today." Emily and Jaime moved close together, they were almost touching, as if that gave them some kind of comfort. I set the frame down on the floor, and then put the mattress on top of it. I put it in the middle of the room, within clear site of the kennel the girls huddled in.

"Tara, get your ass out here, and take that shirt off!" I pointed to where I stood. The lines from her punishment were clearly visible on her ass and thighs still. It didn't seem to affect her gait, so I assumed it didn't hurt much anymore. She did have most beautiful breasts, and I loved the way they swayed as she walked.
"Get on your back!" I pointed to the mattress. Watching her hesitate, I knew she was considering the options of disobedience. Tara climbed on the bed, she put her hands to her sides, her legs were slightly open.

"Get those legs in the air cunt, spread them and keep them up. Get that pussy ready for me!" I knew she was filled with rage, desperate to fight against me, but she also knew I wasn't screwing around, especially not with her. Tara put her legs in the air, I could see the muscles in her thighs straining as she held them aloft. She put her hands down between her legs and started playing with herself. Her nipples grew slowly harder as she moved her fingers over her clit.

I dropped my sweats and took off my top. I started to stroke my cock; I could see Tara looking up between her splayed thighs watching me. The way her legs started to tremble, I knew she was starting to get aroused. I fell on her, slamming into her pussy with one brutal thrust. I grabbed for her hair and made her look up at me.

"Wrap those legs around me cunt, you'd better put more effort into this than anything you've ever done!" I was already pounding into her pussy, driving my prick home like a piston into her snatch. I felt her close those long, beautiful, legs around my back and lock her ankles together over my ass. I heard her grunt as I slammed down into her; she arched her hips up, fucking me back. "Scrub those titties against me slut, I want to feel those nipples on my skin!" Tara glared up at me, but she ground her breasts against my chest. She locked her arms around my back and bucked against my body as I fucked of her.” That’s it whore!" The bed creaked; I could feel the sweat of our bodies mixing. Tara had a tight little cunt and I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and squeezing me as I pulled my cock nearly out, then pounded back into her waiting hole. I grabbed her hair and arched her head back.

"How do you like that slut, do you like my dick slamming into you? You're just a fucking whore!" The sound of the bed creaking rang through the basement. I didn't even bother to look up and see what the other girl's were doing. I continued to bury my dick in Tara's inviting pussy, driving my balls against her ass. "I'm going to cum, fuck me bitch!" Tara slid her tits across my chest. I could feel her legs squeeze me tight as her ass hopped up and down off the mattress as I pounded down. "AAAHHHHHHH!" I felt my sperm fill her pussy. I could feel her holding me tight, her vaginal muscles spasmed and sucking in my cum deep in her belly. I kept ramming my dick in her till it hurt.

I finally collapsed a top her, she kept her arms and legs locked around me, her head was to the side, I could see the tears streaking down her cheek as she looked away from me.

It took a good ten minutes before I was willing to uncouple from my little whore. I stood up, my cock dripping; I dragged Tara across the bed by the shoulders till her head was hanging over the edge. I didn't bother telling her, I just bent down and thrust my waning cock in her mouth. I think she knew what I wanted her to do.
After Tara licked me clean, I left her on the bed as I pulled my dick from her mouth, she just laid there, her legs spread as I called for Emily.

"Get out here Emily, there's food upstairs, I need to you grab it." Emily slowly shuffled out of the kennel, she looked so scared. I followed Emily up the stairs, I put my sweats back on, but with the sensitivity of my cock it was almost too painful.

I put all the food on a tray for Emily to carry back down to the others. "When you've passed it all out, I want you to come back up here, and close the door behind you when you come back up, understand?" Emily barely looked me in the eyes; I thought she was going to start crying again.

It only took a few minutes, when she came back upstairs I took Emily into the living room and sat her down on the couch next to me. I wasn't much in the mood to do anything till Jim got here. Emily's body recoiled as I pulled her to me.
"Let's get that shirt off!" I lifted the long T-Shirt over her head. I caught myself staring at her tits, they were so beautiful, so perfect, her nipples were hard and pointed. "God you're so hot!" I ran my hand over her tits and belly.

I heard the dogs howl as they came in through the dog door. They were barking and wild after having spent most of the day playing outside. "Hey buddies." The dogs were jumping around in front of us. I could feel Emily press closer as the dogs started hopping on the couch. "This is one of my new whores." I introduced my dogs to my other pets. Spike forced his nose towards Emily's naked sex; she tried to press her legs together.

"God, stop him, stop him!" Emily started screaming as Spike pressed his snout between her legs and started licking her pussy. "Stop him, stop him, please!" I wrapped my arm around Emily and held her tight.

"Open those legs, let him have a taste, you have such a sweet little pussy." Spikes long moist tongue lapped against her clit. I could feel her body twitch as the big lab hit the right spot. "Spread those thighs." I pulled her knee wide so Spike had better access. He continued to lick away, I would have made him stop, but I loved the abject humiliation it raised in Emily.

I started pulling on Emily's nipples. She was whimpering, whining, begging me to have it stop.” That’s enough Spike." I pushed the big lab away. "Go get your food!" I pointed him toward the kitchen. For an instant he looked disappointed, then he bolted for his dish, Shadow followed closely behind.

I put my fingers on Emily's clit and started rubbing. "I think they liked you slut!" Emily was sobbing. "Lets watch some TV." I flipped on the tube, there wasn't anything good on, but I was fine holding my little slave in my arms, occasionally playing with her tits, or rubbing her clit till she started to sweat. I didn't make her cum; I didn't want to give her the release, yet. I was still trying to figure out when I was going to fuck her.

I kept looking up at the clock. I couldn't wait for Jim to get over. We'd known each other since we were children. I don't think there is anything we hadn't done together. We'd even fucked this one chick together once. We'd picked her up at the bar, some little college wench that got too drunk. It was summer so we took the slut out into the fields and fucked her brains out in the back of my truck. That was the first time I rammed my dick in a girl's ass, Jim had his dick in her pussy and I reamed her butt good. She'd passed out at some point, and when we were through with her, we left her in her car, cum plastered to her face after we jacked off on her. I would have given quite a bit to see the look in her eyes when she looked in the mirror that morning. I don't think there is much hotter than a cute girl with cum on her face.

I leaned over and started kissing Emily on the mouth. She tried to wrench her face away from mine, but I held her firm. She always whimpered like a hurt animal when I humiliated her, god I loved it.

I looked up at the clock again, 3:35, Jim had told me he'd try to get out early, but since I was the absent owner and he had to take care of a lot of the crap I didn't want to, I guess I shouldn't curse his name too much.

"I bet you can't wait slut, my buddy is coming over." I reached down and spread her pussy lips. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let him fuck you; you're my personal whore, you and June. I bet you can't wait to find out what I have in store for the two of you?" Emily's body jolted as the knock came at the door.
"Awesome, it's about fucking time." I got to my feet. "Get to your knees on the floor. Put your arms up behind your head, and make sure to spread those legs wide so Jimmy can get a good look at your snatch." Emily rolled despondently off the couch and got to her knees. Her breasts stretched as she put her hands up behind her head. "God you’re fucking hot!" I had to turn away from the lovely image as I ran to the door. What good is it having five cute slaves if you can't share them with somebody.

 
"Jim!" I put my hand out; I was so wired with excitement.

"So what's so damn important that I had to come over?’’ I think he probably had a clue, based on the car, but he played dumb.

"Get in here. I've got to show you something." I lead Jim in through the living room.

"So how's everything at the shop?" I had to get in a little bit of business, I knew in a few minutes I wouldn't be getting anything out of him about the shop.

 
"Fine, fine, nothing out of the norm, same old shit. Ted Johnson had to haul in his tractor, snapped a transm…" Jim went speechless when we walked into the entertainment room and saw Emily there, that gorgeous body, those beautiful titties and her legs spread wide. "Holy shit, what did you do?" Emily was visibly trembling.

"You know that car I told you about in the back field?"

"You kidnapped this little thing!" Jim was in front of Emily; he grabbed her nipple and started playing with her breast.

"Not just her, five of them, all cheerleaders'."

"Holy shit, holy shit. I heard about them on the radio..." Jim was too engrossed in the wonders of Emily's body to articulate more. "Holy shit!" Jim bent down and fingered Emily's pussy. "Have you fucked her yet?" He ran his hands over her stomach, then moved back to her tits.

"Not this one. I'm saving this one for a personal pet. I don't want to use her, yet."

"Holy shit!"

"Let me show you the others." I grabbed Emily by the arm and got her too her feet. I think she was actually happy to be pulled free of Jim's attentions.
"I've got the other one I've picked out in the back bedroom, you can have your choice of the rest. You're going to stay the night, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Jim couldn't take his eyes off Emily. I walked him back to the bedroom where June was. At first, when I opened the door June wasn't too shocked, then she saw Jim and I could see her body visibly tense.
"Holy shit!" I had to smile. I loved Jim's reactions, he was more surprised than I could have expected.

"This is my cock whore June."

"You're keeping her collared?"

"Yeah, what do you expect, they're my slaves." I grabbed Emily and pulled her close. "I'm waiting to put a collar on this one till after I fuck her."

"Holy shit."

"Tell my buddy what you're doing June." I could see her blush. I'm sure her mouth was so dry it was hard to get out the words.

"This cunt is masturbating every two hours and taping it for Master to see." She was talking into her chest as her face went deep red with shame.

"Let's get downstairs, I've got three more, and you can do whatever the hell you want with them." I put my hand around Emily's neck and led her out of the room behind Jim.

"I can't believe you kidnapped 5 girls."

"I didn't plan it. It just played out perfectly. They're car broke down, nobody knew where the hell they were, and…" I really didn't know any way of rationalizing what I'd done. I think Jim was too much in shock to say much. We walked down the stairs and into the kennel. The room went absolutely silent when Jim passed through the door. I could see his eyes go wide. "These are my new pets." I held tight to Emily's neck and moved her toward one of the dog cages on the floor.
"Get in there." I pushed her down to the floor so she had to crawl into the cage. I think she was a little shocked as I put the pin in the door and locked her in.
I moved back to where Jim was standing, his eyes locked on the girls huddled in the kennel.

"I can't believe you did this."

"What, do you have a problem with it? I didn't forget about you, I'm going to give one of them to you after all, well, that is if you want one? Don't tell me you've got all celibate on me and don't want a personal slave?" He looked at me, for a second he was expressionless, but then a small grin came to his face. I didn't wait for any further response. "Tara, take that shirt off and get over here. Show Jim the punishment I had to give you." The look on Tara's face was vicious. She took off the old T-Shirt and moved slowly toward the door. "Get that ass over here!" When Tara was close at hand I grabbed a clump of hair and made her bend at the waist, I turned her so her ass was inches from Jim. "Tara volunteered to show the other girls what would happen to them if they didn't behave." Jim ran his fingers over the red lines crossing Tara's ass and thighs. "Crawl back into your cage slut!" I let got of Tara's hair and pushed her to the floor. She crawled on her hands and knees back into the cage.
"That other one, that's Lisa. She's not a bad cock sucker, though, I've just had her clean my dick after I fucked Tara's pussy, I haven't tested how good she is at swallowing cum yet." "And the other one, hell, I can't even remember her name, but look at those tits."

"We should call her Tits." Jim seemed to be coming around. "Yeah, we should call her Tits, that's a good name, don't you think?" Jim looked at me, wonder in his eyes.

"Hey Tits, get the hell out here." Jaime started shaking but just stood still. I could see Lisa nod her head in my direction, telling her to come to me. "Tits, get your ass out here!" She was so nervous her knee gave way and she almost tumbled to the ground, but Tara grabbed hold of her just before she fell. As soon as she neared the kennel door I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her full into the basement. I slammed the door behind and locked it shut. "Tits, what the fuck were you thinking, when I say to do something, you do it!" I pushed her out into the centre of the room, right near the bed. "Get those clothes off Tits." Her whole body was shaking like a leaf.

 
"I…I…can't." The tears streaked down her face, taking any residual make up with them.

"What? Would you rather I did it for you?" I pointed to the rags that had once been Tara's clothes on the floor." Her hands were shaking violently. She moved slowly, she was barely able to undo the zipper on her vest. I could see Jim was getting anxious, I try not to notice these things about guys, but he clearly had a hard on.

"I've got an idea Jim, you wait here, make sure she strips and I'll be right back." Jaime, or Tits, had just got the little skirt down around her ankles as I started out for the workshop. I was only gone a couple minutes, and when I got back downstairs Jaime was in her panties and bra. I thought Jim was going to pounce on her as he watched her, barely acknowledging my presence. "Look what I got." I held up a couple long thin leather bootlaces, and a couple more alligator clips. They were like the ones I'd used on Tara, but the teeth weren't as sharp. "And look at these." I held up a handful of lead fishing weights. "Let's get this bitch undressed and then have some fun." I didn't need to prod Jim on, he moved toward the girl with cat like quickness. He grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other. Jaime struggled mightily, kicking and screaming, but she was no match for Jim and I.
We popped Jaime’s bra off revealing her huge tits. She had big brown aureoles, we tossed her face down on the bed and ripped off her panties, we left her little shoes on, she was so cute, her body was so tight, and those tits… "Get the fuck up your, show us those tits!" Jaime picked her face up off the mattress; she looked at me with pleading eyes, hoping that I wasn't going to make her do it. I smacked her ass hard with my open hand; I kept bringing down my palm till her skin glowed red.

"Come on slut, show us your tits, you should be proud of them!" I knew she wasn't, they'd probably been an object she'd rather forget, guys staring at her breasts instead of her eyes, always trying to cop a feel. Jaime got to her feet on wobbly knees.
"Put those hands behind your head and push out those tits!" I don't know what size they were, but they were huge, and perfectly formed, no sags, the perfect forms of youth. I reached out and grabbed her nipples, I twisted them violently and pulled her too me. "How do you like cock slut?" I smiled as I pushed her to her knees. "Go ahead Jim, it looks like you're about to blow!" I slapped Jaime’s breast hard, it was a beautiful sound, as soon as she opened her mouth to scream Jim rammed home. He showed the girl no mercy, she wasn't overly big in the first place, and when Jim's cock buried to the hilt, I could see the bulge in her throat as she started to gag. I grabbed hold of her wrists before she could try to push him away and forced them behind her back.

Jim forced the length of his shaft in Jaime’s mouth, her face was going red, her tits shuddered like jell-o, her head was so tight to his body her nose was pressed into his crotch.

"That's it cunt, swallow my cock!" Jim bellowed out. I thought the girl was going to pass out, as he started jack hammering her head on his prick. I loved the slurping sound, no, it wasn't a slurping sound really, that doesn't do justice to the violence, and the manic way he fucked her. She was gagging, desperately trying to take in the intrusion; I don't know that she'd ever given a blowjob before?

Jim used Jaime’s hair to ram his cock in; with each thrust I could see the bulge grow in her mouth, as he got deeper and deeper. Holding Jaime’s arms in one hand I used my other to grab those tits. They were so big I couldn't even fit one in my palm; I dug my fingers into her flesh, ripping at those monster tits. Her nipples had gone hard, and they were so fun to play with. I could hear her react as I pinched them, though the cock in her mouth muffled most of the scream. Jim had both hands on the back of Jaime’s head, he was driving her down on him brutally, he rammed his hips forward in one final attack as he blew in her mouth, he let out a guttural roar as the cum flooded Jaime’s mouth. I could see the sperm bubbling out of her mouth as her lips tried to make a seal on his cock.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah." Jim held Jaime’s mouth on his cock till every last drop was drained from his prick. When he finally pulled out he started slapping Jaime’s tits.
"Holy shit, I've never had my cock sucked like that." Jaime collapsed on the floor in a heap, she tried to cough up much of the sperm, but Jim had shot a good portion straight down her throat.

"Get her up on the bed." Jim and I grabbed for an arm each, we dragged the limp body up on the bed, laying her on her back. "I'm going to tit fuck this bitch." I'd used girl's tits before to try and cum, but I'd never had cushions like this to rest my cock in. I straddled Jaime; she looked up at me with vacant eyes as I set my dick in the cleft of her breasts. "Come on slut, push those tits around my dick." I slapped her breast with my open hand. Her tits were red from the abuse already.
"Come on whore, make a soft home for daddy's cock!" I was just about to slap her again when she reluctantly pushed her huge breasts together. Her mouth was wet and sticky with cum; it formed little bubbles around her lips as she breathed.
"Push harder cunt. How do you like the feel of my cock on your tits." I started fucking her breasts. I pinched her nipples hard as I kept sliding my cock between her mounds.
"That's it bitch, push those tits tight, make me cum." I saw her eyes go wide. At first I didn't know why, then I heard her whine and I looked back and saw Jim holding Jaime’s legs wide, he had his tongue buried in her pussy, and by the look in her eyes, I knew it was working. I continued to rub my ass over her chest, forcing my prick in the little channel her breasts formed. I tugged hard on Jaime’s nipples, straining the skin as I pumped between her breasts. "Come on whore, do you want me to cum on your face?" I pulled my dick from the glorious padding; I put the head of my cock just above her lips and started jacking off. I didn't have to wait long; I was so ready to blow. My cock started jerking and spurted a huge load right on her face. The sticky white sperm shot in streaks over her forehead, and I drained the last few drops into her eye, it pooled over her lashes. As a final degradation I forced my cock in Jaime’s mouth, she coughed and tried to twist away, but I held her head still. "That's it cunt, lick me clean. Suck that cum from my prick!" I loved the way her tongue moved over the underside of my cock. She was probably just trying to breathe, but the movement was glorious. I felt an air of contentment over me as I pulled my dick free.

"Holy shit. I'm sorry I ever doubted you, these girls are fucking awesome." Jim smacked my on the back.

"Want to have a little fun with this cunt?" I pointed to the floor and the leather straps, then to Jaime lying on the bed, she just lay staring at the ceiling, the cum plastered to her face.

"What do you have in mind?" I'd obviously never told Jim about my love of breast torture. I've always loved the way clamps look on tits, but better yet, what they look like when wrapped…

"You'll see." I grinned. "Let's get this whore to her feet!" We reached down and picked the dazed girl from the bed. I took a leather belt and pulled it over her elbows, I cinched it tight, bringing her arms together and forcing out those huge tits. I put another belt around her wrists to restrain her further. I pushed Jaime back on the bed, I knew she didn't have a clue what I was going to do, but the fear, the abject terror, was visible in her eyes. "Watch this." I took one of the long leather laces and made a noose at one end. I looped it over one of the girl's monster tits and pulled it tight. I squeezed it so her breast constricted at the base, then I started wrapping the leather around and around, each loop making her breast bulge more. Jaime looked down at her chest, she tried to stutter out a few words, but nothing came. "Give me the other one." I formed another loop and pushed it down to the base of her tit. Soon both breasts were bulging red balls.
"Lick your nipples cunt." I forced my finger inside Jaime’s pussy; her eyes went wide with the penetration. "I said lick them!" I started thrusting in and out as Jaime lifted her head and arched it forward. She stuck out her tongue and touched the nipple on one of her monster knockers. She closed her thighs on my hand; I knew finger fucking her was having an effect. Jaime barely grazed her nipples with her tongue. A few drops of cum ran down her face and onto her breasts as she moved her head. "Jim, the clamps." He tossed me the metal clamps I'd brought downstairs.

"No, no, you can't, please…" Jaime’s body trembled as I brought the alligator clip near her nipple. "Please, god, please." The clamp had teeth, but they were more rounded, and blunt, than the ones I'd used on Tara. Jaime screamed as I closed the teeth down on her swollen nipple. She flung her head side to side with the pain.

"That's it whore, scream for me." I brought the other clamp to her naked breast. She was still flailing her head side to side as I shut the teeth down on her breast.
"Get up slut!" I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to a standing position
"Keep those legs wide!" Jaime bobbed from leg to leg like a boxer. I grabbed the largest fishing weight I could find in the pile and attached it to one of the clamps; Jaime’s already strained nipple was tugged down further. She wailed in pain even louder as I attached a weight to the other breast. "Dance for us slut!" I'd found a wooden dowel rod in the shop, it was about 3/8" in diameter and flexed nicely. I laid a stripe down on Jaime’s tit and made her howl. Jaime started hopping around, bouncing from leg to leg. She wasn't moving fast enough so I laid a stripe on her ass. "Dance for me, dance like you were cheering!" The lead weights swung from her tits, I'd clipped them in place on the clamps so they wouldn't come free no matter how much she moved, her tits were growing redder by the second. When Jaime came to a momentary halt I flicked the rod up between her legs. I caught her straight on the clit, her whole body jerked to life and her screams got even louder. Her monster tits bucked up and down, a film of perspiration grew on her body. She looked all the more naked with her cute gym shoes on. "Move bitch, dance for me!" I handed Jim the rod and went to the kennel.

"Get out here Lisa!" There was a look of shock in her face, as if she was immune to my attentions. When she got to the door I grabbed for her arm and held her tight. I dragged her toward where Jaime was hopping around, the rod landing on her ass or belly every few seconds. "Jim, take this rope and tie it around her wrists, then toss it up over the beam so she has to bend at the waist. I dragged Lisa into the bathroom. "You're going to give your friend an enema. We're going to take her up the ass later, and I want her nice and clean for my dick, do you understand?" Lisa started crying. "Do you want to give her warm water or cold?" I turned on the taps. "I guess since you're not answering, you want to use cold?"

"No, no, please…" I grabbed an enema bottle from the little closet. I made Lisa fill it with warm water.

"Come on slut!" I grabbed Lisa by the arm and dragged her out into the basement. Jim had Jaime bent at the waist. He was tapping her tits slowly with the rod, not very hard, but Jaime was wailing like a banshee.

I grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her face to mine. "I want you to give Tits here an enema. I want your tongue in her ass crack to catch any drops that seep out." I didn't know if Lisa could see through the tears in her eyes. When I let go of her hair she knelt down behind Jaime, she pushed her legs wider, spreading them so she had better access. Jim stopped beating Jaime’s breasts so he could watch.

Jaime started squealing when Lisa inched the hose up her ass. Lisa had to use her finger to massage the sphincter muscle open. Both girls were sobbing uncontrollably and I loved it, my dick was aching again already.
"Here, let me have that, you take care of her!" I took the enema bag from Lisa and held it aloft; the warm water started flooding into Jaime’s ass. Her body was shaking like mad; I could see the strain in her arms as the water filled her. I pushed Lisa's head into the crack of Jaime’s ass. "Spread those cheeks, and I mean it, I don't want a fucking drop to hit the floor!" Lisa started balling like a child, but she drove her tongue between Jaime’s legs.

The water kept filling Jaime’s ass, I could see her squirming. When the last drops seeped into her body I set the bag on her back and walked around to her head. I knelt on the ground and looked her in the eyes. I grabbed hold of the weights dangling from her bulbous breasts and tugged down.

"You'd better hold it in slut until I tell you, otherwise Lisa is going to have to lick it all off the floor, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" I sent the weights swinging from her breasts. Jaime was blubbering. "I want you all cleaned out when I fuck your ass!"

I stood up and moved behind Lisa, she was busy catching the dripping water with her tongue. Jaime cried out as a cramp ripped through her belly.

"Please, god please…" A new, louder scream erupted from Jaime’s chest mid-sentence. The weights on her nipples shook in arcs from her red, constricted breasts.

 
I nodded to Jim; he knew exactly what I wanted. He moved to the side of Jaime’s bent body and started tapping the tops of her tits, not hard, but the way they were tied and bulging, the girl started screaming.

Jaime let out a horrific wail as he brought the rod hard down on her tits. I ran my hand through Lisa's hair as she was busily lapping away at Jaime’s ass. Jim continued to softly tap Jaime’s breasts, this time hitting them from below. I handed Lisa a large bucket and pulled the tube from Jaime’s body. I could see her trying to clinch her sphincter as much as she could to keep the water in. I walked around to her head and got on my knees. Jim laid a vicious blow on the underside of her tits just as I was looking her in the eyes, she tried to scream and beg at the same time.

"Please, please, stop this!"

 

 I pushed away the locks of hair that fell over her face. "Just a few more seconds slut." Jim started hitting her tits harder with each blow. I twisted her head so she was looking at her friends in the cages. "Smile for your friends and let it all out!" There was a loud gushing sound as the enema water exploded into the bucket Lisa held. I could see the mix of relief and shame in Jaime’s face as I held her head toward the kennel. I could almost see the disgust in Tara's eyes. I got up and moved to Jaime’s side, I ran my hands over her belly and I could feel her muscles contracting as she tried to expel all the water in her ass. "Good girl, good girl, I want you all cleaned out so I can ram my dick home in your ass." Jaime was balling, Jim had stopped using the rod on her and was running his hands over her beautiful skin.
I tossed Lisa a towel. "Dry her off, then go dump the water in the bathroom." I reached under Jaime’s body and removed the clips from her breasts, after a few seconds her body was writhing, she twisted from side to side, a torrent of screams rang though the basement. I knew when we undid the straps around her breasts she'd scream even more.

I stared to let down the rope holding Jaime’s wrists in the air. After Lisa had come back from the bathroom, she knelt on the floor and I was very pleased.
I pushed Jaime back down on the bed. She rolled around on her back, trying to relieve the throbbing pain in her tits. I turned to look at Lisa, she was staring at Jaime.

"Why don't you strip for us Lisa?’’ There was an instant of hesitation, but barely long enough to be noticeable. She got to her feet and started stripping from her outfit like a woman possessed, she got out of all her clothes in less than a minute, even her shoes. Her nipples were already hard, and I was in heaven when I saw that she was shaved clean. "That's awesome!" I moved over to where Lisa stood, she held her arms to her sides, but she still tried to bring them in as I moved toward her, as if to cover herself. I ran my hand over her smooth pussy, stopping long enough to pinch her clit between my fingers. I held it tight and tugged her toward me a little. She softly yelped, and moved her dainty feet closer too me.
"I bet you can't wait for us to fuck you?" She looked demurely to the floor.

"Go straddle your friends face for awhile. Let her lick you up instead of you licking her. And I want you to play with her tits a little." I let go of Lisa's clit, for a second I don't think she knew what to do, but then she started moving toward the mattress, her breasts moving gently as she walked. Lisa climbed on the bed; she was hesitant to crouch on Jaime’s face.

"That's it, just straddle her face and push your pussy down." I could see Lisa's body jolt when her sensitive flesh touched Jaime’s. I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. I thrust a finger in Jaime’s pussy.

"It's time for you to repay the favour Tits, start licking your friend till she cums. And you," I pointed to Lisa, "start playing with those tits." Jaime tentatively pushed her tongue against Lisa's pussy making her friend groan, and then Lisa grabbed for Jaime’s nipples and started to tug on them. Both girls whimpered softly in obvious shame. After a few moments Lisa could barely keep her eyes open, she was bumping and grinding her hips against Jaime’s face, in her own world of pleasure she seemed oblivious to Jaime’s suffering, sometimes she tugged hard on Jaime’s tits till a loud scream erupted.

I moved in and grabbed for Lisa's breasts, I cupped them in my hands and started moulding them in my fingers. It was the final push Lisa needed, her body shook under my touch, and she flexed her thighs, squeezing Jaime’s head between. She was moaning loud, I could see her juices coating Jaime’s lips.

"Okay, that's enough!" Lisa's eyes shot open, suddenly brought back into the reality of what was happening. Her face went flush immediately and she opened her legs, lifting herself off Jaime’s face. I nodded to Jim and we began undoing the straps looped around Jaime’s breasts. "Massage her tits." Lisa moved her hands to Jaime’s breasts and began rubbing her fingers over the deflating mounds. Jaime kicked her legs as the leather came free and blood started flowing back into her tits, she beat the mattress with her feet and started screaming. Red marks crisscrossed her tits where Jim had beaten her with the rod. Lisa delved her fingers deep into Jaime’s breasts, antagonizing her friend's already sensitive skin. The concentric circles of the leather shone clearly on Jaime’s breasts as Lisa expertly used her fingers making Jaime howl continuously.

I got up and pulled Lisa off the bed, her pussy was still wet and her labia were swollen. I started fingering her till her knees started to buckle. Jim climbed on the bed. I knew he wanted to fuck Jaime bad. He grabbed her tits and squeezed tight, eliciting a pitiful wail from her, then he forced his knee between her legs and spread her wide. As soon as her cunt was exposed, Jim rammed home, brutally slamming his dick to the hilt. Jaime’s body bucked off the bed and she screamed till I thought her voice would go. Jim rabbit fucked the girl; her legs splayed wide, spasming and kicking in the air. There was absolutely no gentleness with the way he fucked her.

I pushed Lisa to her knees and forced my cock her mouth, she gagged and tried to push me away, but I held her firm and made her get me hard. The bed creaked loud through the basement, Jim grunted with each thrust, driving his full weight onto Jaime’s hips. It didn't take long for him to bellow, driving his dick deep, and then spending his load in Jaime’s pussy. I heard the girl stop crying out in pain and start to groan in abject humiliation.

I let Jim lay there, impaled on the girl, savouring the cushioning of her tits under his chest. "Are you still hard buddy?" Jim looked up; his body was covered in sweat from the exertion.

"Yeah."

 

"Good, flip her over so you're still in her cunt, I want to take her ass, and I think she's up for a double penetration, don't you?" I didn't have to convince him, Jim rolled Jaime over so she laid a top him, his dick never leaving her tight hole.
Jaime started crying before I even got on the bed. I spread her legs wide and forced my finger in her anus, she squealed like a stuck pig. Jim had hold of her tits and was rubbing the red swollen flesh.

Jaime turned her head to look as me when I climbed on the bed. Her body tensed as I ran my cock over the crack of her ass, then I sought out her nether hole. I grabbed Jaime by the hair and arched her head back.

 
"Don't fight it bitch, it won't hurt as much." I pushed the head of my cock against her cute little anus. I spit down between her cheeks trying to get some lubrication. Jaime started screaming as I started driving forward. She was so tight, and her ass didn't want to give, but I kept pushing the head of my cock against her till I started to get some penetration. Jim had his mouth locked on Jaime’s, forcing her to kiss him. Slowly, almost centimetre-by-centimetre I was forcing my prick in her ass. Jaime’s body jumped with each little bit I moved forward. She was so tight it hurt; I smacked her on the ass repeatedly, driving my cock deeper.

"That's it slut, open up for me!" I could feel the muscles in Jaime’s ass loosen slightly and I took advantage, trying to force more and more of my dick in her hole. I started fucking her slowly, barely getting much movement, but still it was heaven. Jim thrust methodically into Jaime’s pussy, arching his hips and completing the double penetration. Soon the two of us got into a sort of rhythm, timing our fucking perfectly, in and out of her cunt and ass like a machine. Jaime was balling uncontrollably, feeling every inch of our cocks in her holes. I took hold of hips trying for more leverage, she was so tight it was hurting me, but I wasn't going to stop. I started pumping faster and faster into Jaime’s ass, she was still so incredibly tight it hurt, but she seemed to be opening up little by little. I held tight to her hips and used them to fuck her harder and harder. I knew I was about to cum, I would have liked to hold out longer, but the groaning little girl impelled me on. When I couldn't hold it I shot my load in her ass. I rammed home, trying to get my whole dick in her, Jaime wailed out as I filled her with my cum.

"Aahhhhhh!" I pulled her hips back to drive my cock deeper. I couldn't believe how good she felt. I smacked her ass, whipping her like a jockey on the stretch run. I thought my head would explode it felt so good. I don't know how long I stayed buried in the girl. I finally pulled out with a pop. As soon as I was free Jim started driving his hips up, his arms were around Jaime, pressing her tits into his chest as he fucked her like a beast. I moved in front of Lisa and forced my cock towards her mouth. There was a fear in her eyes and she opened wide and took me in. I watched in sick fascination as Jim rammed home into Jaime’s cunt. I ran my hand through Lisa's hair as she clamped her mouth down on my dick, her tongue was weaving over my cock when Jim roared out, driving upwards, almost lifting Jaime off the bed as he came in her pussy.

"HOLY SHIT!" Jim smacked Jaime’s ass, continuing to buck up into her pussy.
I pulled out of Lisa's mouth and ran my dick through her hair, her soft locks felt awesome on my prick. It took a few minutes before Jim could recover, he held Jaime next to him, crushing her tits against his body. After a few minutes he pushed her off him and got to his feet. "Thank you SO much. We should have done something like this years ago!"

 

I pushed Lisa toward Jim and had her lick him clean. She was slurping on his cock as we talked. "Want to go make dinner? We've got to feed these girls." Jim had his hands at the back of Lisa's head, his muscles spasmed involuntarily as she cleaned him.

 
"Yeah…" he groaned, "yeah, lets do that." He pushed Lisa off his dick. "Yeah, lets do that. My balls need a break already." He tapped Lisa on top of the head.

"Get Jaime in the kennel Lisa." I helped Lisa to her feet, she almost had to carry Jaime into the cage, Jaime’s legs were still twitching, and her breasts were bright red.

 

"I can't believe you did this." Jim smacked me on the shoulder, as we started upstairs.

 

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“Do you know how many?” Frank asked her calmly.

“Eight, I - I think it was eight, nine with Keith, my step- my mom's new husband” Frank nodded and asked her if she knew there names. “No, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize them.”

“That's okay. I'm going to go tell the guys outside what you told me, and we'll have a doctor come in and check you out. Make sure there isn't any serious damage and all that.” Tara nodded and Frank left. As soon as the door was closed she burst into tears and sobbed violently. She didn't know how long she was in there but the next person to open the door was a thin, distinguished looking man in a doctor's gear.

“Hey there. I'm Dr. Mowers I'm going to be looking you over. If you please, follow me, there is a room at the rear of the station with an examination table.” Tara got up and followed the handsome man down a few winding hallways and down a flight of stairs. They eventually came to a halt outside a door with Dr. Mower's name on it. He unlocked it and motioned Tara to lie down on the bed which was on the far wall. “I'll step outside for a moment and let you get changed. There are some gowns in the cupboard under the sink.

Tara did not want to remouve her clothes, but she did so anyway, pulling the large medical gown around her. She climbed onto the bed, and waited for Dr. Mowers.

When he came back in, Frank Jones was with him. “I do apologize for not having a woman on staff Miss Adams, but Mr. Jones will be a good substitute for now. He is here for your protection.” Tara nodded meekly, she began to feel afraid. Frank helped Dr. Mowers lock her ankles into the little foot-holders at the end of the bed, and Frank also held her hands firmly.

“I know this is probly scary Tara, but its just a little exam and we don't want you to panic and hurt yourself.” Frank told her calmly as Dr. Mowers pulled out a large speculum and a bottle of medical lube.

“Now, this is going to be a bit cold I'm afraid, so don't be startled.” Mowers told her. Soon Tara could feel something sliding into her pussy. The doctor had used a lot of lube, so it didn't hurt much, but she was still very sore from her torture earlier. “There, that's one.” Mowers said and he reached for another speculum. This one, he explained to Frank, was for her anus. “Its clear she has been taken anally as well, for her sake I'll check both at once.” Dr. Mowers slid the anal speculum in and Tara felt him open and lock both tools wide open, exposing her insides. “Oh dear, its seems she has showered. But there is a lot of use here I can see. There will be no specific proof of rape, due to the soap and water, but to be sure this one has had a good hard fucking. Probably, as she says by at least nine grown men.” Something in Dr. Mower's tone changed when he said 'fucking' and 'no proof' it made Tara's blood run cold.

“What can we do for her then doc?” Frank asked, his grip on Tara tightening as she squirmed in fear.

“Well, I can't say for sure. Put her arms down Frank, she can't go anywhere with her legs strapped in. Come look at the damage.” Frank released her wrists and walked to the foot of the bed, peering over the gown which was resting on her knees, into Tara's most private places. “Look here for example.” Tara felt a brush against her clit and it sent a tremor through her body. “See how large and responsive it is? She had certainly had a lot of sex recently. See how she shudders?” Again, Tara felt him brush his fingers over her clit, and her breath became ragged.

“Ain't that something doc.” Frank said “can I giver a go?”

“Sure!” Mowers replied, and soon Frank was rubbing Tara's clit. He was gentle at first, still playing up their charade, but soon he was pinching and pulling it too. Tara tried to pull her hips away, but her legs where held securely. She began to sweat, she could feel an orgasm building, god he was SO GOOD! But it was all so WRONG he was supposed to be helping her arrest Keith not pleasuring her.

“Ooooooh” she moaned. “Please, don't - ahhhh - don't do this, I need your help please!” Mowers was pulling things out of drawers now, she couldn't see what but she was scared. Frank bent down and licked her clit lightly, causing Tara to buck violently against her bonds. She moaned some more as her sucked her hard, waves of pleasure wracked her abused body, he was so gentle - so GOOD at what he was doing, it was like being back with Ethan the evening before.

Tara's mind was in turmoil, her body was still so sensitive and Frank so gentle that she couldn't help but moan for more, but she knew as well that theye'd never belive her now, what kind of rape victim loves sex, forced above all? She was panting now, still half-assedly begging him to stop.

Mowers was back now, and she felt him doing something with her ass. She felt the speculum get wider and then, slide out slowly. There was something still in her though! She couldn't see any of what was going on but she could certainly feel him gently pushing and pulling some object in and out of her ravaged hole. With all the lube from the speculum, it didn't really hurt but Tara was so scared of what would come next. The pace of Mowers' thrusts became quicker and Tara couldn't help but release a deep groan of pleasure, he too was very gentle both men seemed intent on only pleasuring her and they did so perfectly.

The two men remouved the speculum from her vagina and Frank, still rubbing and sucking her swollen clit slid a finger in gently. He was a large man and even one finger was a lot, especially after so much abuse. He began frigging her wet cunt diligently, teasing her g-spot like no man had done before. Finally, Tara's begging changed tone.

“Ooooh, please please let me cum ahhhhhh” she said it so quietly she was unsure of wether or not he heard her, but she was far to embarrassed to repeat herself. Soon though, Frank's motions we steadier and Tara was on her way to full release. Mowers continued fucking her ass with whatever toy he had pulled out, and the two men matched each others pace and kept it steady until Tara's back arched in exctasy and she screamed as she came violently, not just once but at least four time, squirting her juices all over the doctor and cop. “YEESS! OH FUCK! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH . . .” Tara was in heaven that moment, she collapsed when at last the orgasms ended, she was panting.

“Glad to see you are still able to enjoy sexual encounters.” Dr Mowers said as he popped the anal toy out of her, sending another small orgasm through her tired body. “Its something we like to test for you see, to see how intensive the psychological damage is. Now, we'd like to keep you here for a day or so while you heal, and we investigate the crimes commited against you. Frank here will take you to a cell, and you can make any phone calls you have to there.”

Soon, Tara was on the phone with Ethan again, her voice still weak from cumming so hard. “I think they will help me sir, I just have to stay a day or two so I'm safe. I haven't mentioned you yet but if they ask me where I'm going when I'm allowed to leave I'll say your place, because you were so kind last time.”

“Okay precious, you do sound better but I wish you hadn't had so much fun with those men.” Ethan's voice was tired not angry. “We'll have a little chat about that when you're out.”

So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
“What do you make of this?”
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
“Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesn’t know about these?”

I tried my best to sound in control.
“You shouldn’t be looking in my private mail account.”
“Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I’ve printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I’ll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Can’t! Who says I can’t?”
“But please. I haven’t been unfaithful to him. It’s just words on the internet.”
“So he won’t mind then. Will he?”
“Please I beg you, please don’t tell him.”

“If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?”
“What do you mean?”
”You know what I mean. Will you fuck?”
“No. You can’t ask that of me. Please. I’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married.”
“My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”

Well I guess at this stage, I’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, I’m married to Göran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I am 32, and I’ve been so very wicked. My Göran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know you’re thinking, ‘with true love there can be no buts’. In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.

So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for ‘sex’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After I’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didn’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I won’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.

Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. I’d been fingering myself all the time I’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times I’d come I can’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, he’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.

Then I waited and waited. Day after day I’d dash to the PC after work to see if he’d replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day, I’d had to do some shopping on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran was already there. So I just thought, it’s not worth risking looking now, he won’t have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn’t until the next morning, Göran had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There it was; he’d replied to me.

It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he’d supplied me with a list of the stories he’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again won’t go into detail, but when I couldn’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he’d written.

I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldn’t stop reading.

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well I’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what I’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.

So back to my predicament.

 “My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”
“They're nothing. I read them with my husband.”
“You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!”
“But they’re just stories.”
“Ok then. Let’s see shall we? I’ll print one out, and you can read it to me.”
“If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?”
“Well maybe. Let’s see if it gets me turned on first.”

He’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, he’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
“Come-on then, you sit here and I’ll stand behind you.”
He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me down. I didn’t know if I would be able to read the dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran finding out what a wicked woman I’d been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
“Please no. I don’t like you touching me.”
“I don’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven’t got your knickers off.”

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like I’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
“P p please d don’t.”
“Just keep reading.”
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.

“My! That does do it for you.”
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didn’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
“Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?”
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over with.

Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn’t making my control any easier; he’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my Göran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor.  Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.

When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Please. My Göran doesn’t like anyone smoking in the house.”
“But he’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?”
“Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in.”
“Well at least then he won’t smell your cum stain on the carpet then.”
And with that he’d looked down and nodded towards where I’d been writhing about. And yes I’m ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, feeling so ashamed again.

“Will you promise not to tell Göran now?”
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
“Well you were pretty good, so I guess you’ll be safe for now. But I’ll keep this lot, it’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before we’re done here.”
“Please I’ve done what you asked me to.”
“I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasn’t that bad was it?”

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both Johan’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I’d finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what I’d just done for him. I know I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didn’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what I’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
“MRS ERRICSON. MRS ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?”
It was Stenn’s voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to tell my husband, so I’d have no option but to satisfy them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as they appeared at the bottom.

“Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered.”
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
“Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan.”
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
“Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to Göran?”
“We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?”
“Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don’t”

“Well turn around then; we’ll do it down stairs.”
“No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom.”
“No. I’ve said I’ll do it for you. But I’m not defiling my husband’s bedroom.”
“You stupid bitch! Don’t you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there.”
The anger and menace in Stenn’s voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I made my way up the few remaining steps, someone’s hand was forcing itself up in between my legs.

“Please don’t do that, I beg you.”
The hand kept forcing and before I’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
“You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then I’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you won’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs.”
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty probing deep into me.

This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.

“I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked.”
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.

Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must be stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.

Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.

Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
“Oh fucking yes! She’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her.”
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I’ve ever had.

“See if you can find a camera, they’re bound to have one. We’ve got to get a picture of her face like that.”
You might have thought that on hearing Stenn’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didn’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me.  My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I’m not sure. I wasn’t there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were flowing through every vein in my body.

When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my Göran’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what I’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how could I do what I’ve just done? I feel so bad.

But the photo’s! They’re on Göran’s camera!
“Hey! You have to delete those pictures.”
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
“Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!”
“Please I didn’t mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?”

“That’s better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there’s no way these pictures are getting deleted.”
“But please if my Göran finds them.”
“Well little miss computer. You’d better take them off this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I can’t download them when I get home, then you’d better have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I’ll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They’ll be too big to email.”
“Don’t try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know what the fuck she’s going on about?”
“I think so, but we’d be better off asking Johan, he understands these computers. I’ll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is.”

“Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up.”
“Can I put some clothes on, please?”
“Well don’t fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming into the house, you’re going downstairs, clothes or no clothes.”
I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he’d pulled from my hand, and thrown back onto the bed.

So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder I’d made.
“Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?”
“Yes she’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this.”
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I’d ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I’d gone from pleasure the like of which I’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I don’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes I’d now been unfaithful to my Göran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they haven’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn’t find out. He’d take my babies from me, and then I’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that I’d done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from Göran.

I’d heard their loud banter going on, as they’d been going through the pictures that I’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadn’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
“Look at that. You’ve zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount of cum oozing from it.”
Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in the doorway. I’d been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of the most private and sacred part of my body.

Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
“You’re back. I’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, I’ll bring some blank CD’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size.”
“But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight.”
“Yes, that’s not a problem is it? They won’t damage it.”
“But if Göran finds them?”
“Look you weren’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldn’t come up with some of the filth that’s in the stories she reads. This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard.”

“Please don’t say things like that about him?”
“Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?”
“That’s not the truth. His stories are not filth.”
”What all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don’t call that filthy?”
“It’s not like that.”

“I beg to differ. That’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me.”
“I know there are animals, but it’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important.”
“Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no deleting any, or down sizing them.”

As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as I’ve already confessed, I’m a dirty bitch. I don’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, he’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.

“Fucking hell Stenn, haven’t you had enough for one day?”
“Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it.”
“Yes that’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and she’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.”
“But it won’t take me long boss. Please. I’ll do and hours overtime tonight without pay.”
“But you’ve already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow.”
“Ok, I’ll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our fingers out.”
“Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don’t need any fore-play. And don’t fuck yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished.”

“So does that go for me as well?”
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead I’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long I’d be on the floor.
“Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same time, I’ll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven’t got time for swapping about.”

So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.

I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. But I couldn’t get my lips to utter the words.

Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.

This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now I’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.

Then as my Göran’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.

“Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?”
“Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much.”
“Hey Camilla. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“Well I know that, but you don’t usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?”
“No nothings wrong, it’s just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle.”
“Come here.”

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see much any more.”
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
“Ah. It’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here.”

“Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top.”
“So how did you get involved with helping them out?”
“Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts.”
“She’s being modest. Without her help, we’d never have cum up so many useful sites.”
“Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I’ll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?”
“Yes. We’ll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work.”

“I’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say.”
Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he’d turned to look at me.
“It’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day.”
“No Göran. There’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.”
“No darling. Let me finish. There’s no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him.”
“That’s right. But if there’s something I can do for your good lady, I’ll be only too pleased to help.”

“See my dear. Well it’s like this Johan, as I say she’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?”
“Why of course we will.”
“But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don’t like smoking in the house.”
“Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought.”
“No problem Mr Holmlund. Loather doesn’t smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we’re working. I’m sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding.”
“Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you’ll have something to keep you busy. Ok I’m going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don’t see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye.”

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I’m just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I’d closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
“Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes thank you. I suppose you’ve got those blank CD’s you want burning?”
“Well yes I have, but I’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn’t want to let him down, now would we?”

By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
“Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?”
“No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you.”
Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn’t get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.
“Well aren’t you going to ask what the idea is?”
“I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not.”

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he’d been talking.
“Don’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here.”
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of ‘Oh God!’ was now more one of ‘Oh Shit!’
“I promise I wasn’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do.”

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
“See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today.”
Then turning to me.
“Aren’t you my dear?”
“Yes. I’ll do what ever you want.”
“I think you meant – Yes Master.”
“I’m sorry Master. Yes Master.”

“See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband’s camera, and be quick about it.”
I didn’t want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran’s camera. But I’d decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.
“Good girl, I’ll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we’ll all go and do what your husband asked. We’ll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we’ll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots.”

“But what if anyone calls to visit me?”
“Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture.”
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.
“Get stripped off first, and don’t rush. Put some music on, and let’s see you move your body.”
We can all think that we’re good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.
I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn’t feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.

“Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks.”
“Hang-on boss, you’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?”
“Yours? I didn’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain.”
“That’s not fair boss I pull my weight.”
“Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it.”

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can’t be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can’t actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
“We ought to, that’s what we’ve been building these last few days.”
“Well wouldn’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions.”
“I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we’ll be able to do what we want with her. But we’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.”
“But boss, surely we haven’t got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we’re whacked out?”
“Sorry Stenn. We’ll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven’t got much more to do, then as far as I’m concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband’s car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt.”

“Ok boss. But I bet we’re finished before 12:00.”
“Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want.”
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can’t call it rape, it certainly wasn’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
“Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?”
“No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won’t know what’s going on.”
Stenn butted in.
“I don’t suppose it will matter, I’ve read these kind of stories before, and they’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned.”
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
“No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night.”
“What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse.”

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.

I’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
“Stenn. Fuck me Stenn.”
“You what!”
“Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick.”
“Fucking hell she’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it.”

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
“Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard.”
Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn’t read the story any more, because I’d lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he’d taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I’d be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn’t just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I’m sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they’ll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran’s camera, which contained the pictures they’d taken of today’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD’s when I hear someone at the front door.
“Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
“I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it’s a sunny day, I thought I’d come and help you try it out.”
“Well you’re welcome to try it out, but they’re still working out there.”

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
“God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?”
“Well in a way it Göran’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they’re decent.”
“I’ll say they’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat.”

“Oh Lena. You’re wicked.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tempted to go out there and molest him?”
“Don’t be so silly. They’re working. And you know I’ve got my Göran.”
“You might have Göran, but he’s not here, and they are. Working or not, I’m gonna’ go out there and see if I can divert their attention.”
With that she started stripping her dress off.
“You can’t be serious Lena.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got my bikini on under this.”
“Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers.”
“Well are you gonna’ put your costume on and join me?”
“Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I’ve just put a new cover on it. I’ll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?”

“No I think I’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me.”
“Oh they’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s the phone, I’ll have to get that first, once I’ve got changed I’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you’re almost naked, and you don’t even know those guys.”
“Don’t worry, all men are the same, I’ll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out.”
I remember thinking, if you’re not careful, they’ll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I’d be in if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they’d soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I’d make my way outside. She’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.

“Lena. Are you alright?”
“God Camilla. Where have you been?”
“Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon.”
“Let me get in the house, and I’ll tell you. It’s your bloody builders.”
I turned around and walked back to the house with her.
“My builders. Why what have they done.”
“Me! That’s what they’ve done. They raped me!”
Now this wasn’t the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.
“Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?”

By now we were back indoors, and I’d poured her a stiff drink.
“Now tell me what happened.”
“Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if he’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest.”
“Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; you’re not exactly dressed like a nun. You might know you’d be giving him ideas.”
“Well yes, but I never expected that he’d rape me.”

“So what happened?”
“Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress.”
“And then he got on top of you?”
“Well not straight away.”
“Go on then, what happened next?”
“Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didn’t mean to pull his shorts down.”
“Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?”
“Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself.”
“So who’ll believe that? So I guess once you’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?”

“It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn’t stop.”
“Well really Lena, did you expect them to?”
“I guess not. But you promise you won’t tell my Christer?”
“Don’t be silly, you know I won’t say a word. But are you alright?”
“Yes. It wasn’t that they hurt me; I guess it was quite pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, and not knowing who was watching.”
“Well no need to worry about that, which is why we picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you say you were telling them no.”
“I think I’ll go home and get a shower, my Christer finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed before he comes home.”
“Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, and we'll sunbathe together then.”
“Ok will do, bye for now”

So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least she’s held up the work, so they won’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, she’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, she’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well who do you believe? I guess it doesn’t really matter who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and like I said, it had held up the building work, so they still hadn’t finished.

Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
“Oh god, here we go again.”
“Hold-up there Stenn. I said we’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on.”
So I looked like I’d be safe until the job was done.
“Have you done those photos for us?”
“Yes there’s three CD’s on the kitchen table.”
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.

Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
“Here’s the CD’s. I’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to dash; I’ll lock the house when I go. I’ll get back as soon as I can, but if you’re gone by the time I get back, promise you won’t tell anyone about what you found on my PC.”
“Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your children come first. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little boy. Take care.”

Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didn’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.

After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and Göran answered it.
“Camilla, it’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice."
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
“Hello, Camilla speaking.”
“Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck.”
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
“What’s wrong dear? Who is it?”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Err. It’s no one dear.”
“But you’ve gone all pale, you look terrified.”
“Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend’s dog has died.”

Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
“Now I wonder why you’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet you’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again.”
“Well who is it?”
“It’s just someone from work, but she’s too upset, that’s why her husband has rung me.”
“Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there’s nothing you can do to help.”
Stenn spoke up again.
“Tell him she wants you to go around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me.”
“No I couldn’t possibly come out now.”
“What do they want you to do?”
“Oh it’s ok; he just wanted me to go around. She’s upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it’s too late for me to go out now.”
“You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after everything here.”
“If you don’t come now, I’ll put a copy of this CD in the post to your husband.”

My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and considerate.
“Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday Inn. Don’t be late, other wise I’ll be sending this CD, or at least a copy of it.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?”
“Don’t be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. I’ll wait up for you.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no need to wait up.”
“Well I’ll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself off, and help your friend out.”

The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I knew I didn’t want to meet this guy, and I’d been getting more and more nervous as I’d travelled along. But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his window slid down, Stenn’s face appeared, revealing his smug grin.

“Come on slut, I haven’t got all fucking night. Get that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger side.”
I didn’t reply, but now realised that Stenn would be even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn’t got the watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand forcing its way into my crotch.
“Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread your legs so I can get at your cunt.”
I did as he’d ordered, and as I slid forwards, his fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with his fingers.

“Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get stripped off.”
There were no niceties like please or thank you, just cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and within seconds he was climbing into the back to join me. He hadn’t stripped, just undone his belt and lowered his trousers.
I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon fucking me like he hadn’t got a second to loose. And indeed, he was cuming up inside me before I’d even started to get relaxed.

“Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now.”
I’d thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out I said.
“Ok you’ve had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back now?”
“Back! Are you joking? I’m keeping that; it will give me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
I’d pulled the door handle, but he must have had some kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.
“I was going back home, I’ve done what you wanted.”

“You’re going where I take you; I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“But please. I’ve let you make love to me. My Göran is waiting up for me.”
As he started the engine, and the car drove off down the road at great speed, he said.
"He’ll have a long wait then, wont he?”
“Please I’m begging you, my children might need me.”
“They don’t need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you’re going where you can make better use of your talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or I’ll have to gag you.”

I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we drove off into the darkness on roads I didn’t recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three were massive, like bodyguards.
“Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it straight away or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand me?”
I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there trembling and nodded.
“I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking understand me?”
“Y Y Yes. I I’m sorry.”

With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet the men as they came level with his car. He shook the hand of the old man, who by the body language of everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.
“Get out.”
I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes upon me.

The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, spoke first.
“Let’s see her tits.”
Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he said.
“You heard the man.”
I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of men.
“Yeh, they’re ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend down and show me her goodies.”
Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.

I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.
“Yes, she’ll do. $10,000 wasn’t it?”
“You agreed to pay $20,000.”
“Well. Now I’m saying ten. Unless you want to argue the point with my friends back here?”
And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three big bodyguards standing behind him.

Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn’t in a good bargaining position.
“Ok take the fucking bitch; she’s getting fucking sloppy anyway.”
Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in front of him, money still in hand.

“So you think she’s getting sloppy, and you were still going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him down.”
These men didn’t need to be told how to do this; it was obviously something they’d done many times before. They’d produced a rope from their car, and in less than a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his car.

“Right my dear, I’m sure you have cause to want to get even with this man?”
I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I I don’t know.”
“Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?”
“N N No. I just want to go home to my children.”
“But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to me?”
“Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as you’ve done what you want to me.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re coming with me. If you do good, and men like you, I’ll keep you in a hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, or you don’t please men clients, then you’ll end up walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I can sell you on.”

I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make a sentence.
“Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please.”
“Carry on like that, and I’ll sell you on tonight. Get your fucking self together or you’ll only be fit for dog fucking vids.”
“Please I beg you. Sob.”
“If you don’t want to end up making dog fuck movies, you’d better stop that crying.”
“S Sorry. Sniff. I won’t cry. I promise.”

“Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants.”
I didn’t know what this was leading to, but I went to Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, then pulled his belt from his trousers.
“Pull his pants off.”
I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.
“And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse.”
I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. As soon as I’d got them from his feet, the bodyguards moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs spread wide apart.

“Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it right, and you’ll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and you’ll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by this time tomorrow, you’ll have made your first dog-porn movie. Do you understand me?”
I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told me to.
“Yes.”
“Yes master.”
“Yes Master.”

“Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you can, if you don’t make wheals on his flesh, I’ll have my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good.”
I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked down on his flesh.
“That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and after about ten lashes, he said.
“Ok that will do.”

Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a big rubber dildo.
“Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse.”
Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up inside him.
“Have you got anything to lubricate it?”
“Force it up, make the bastard squeal.”

I didn’t think this was a man to argue with, so I took it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No way was it going to go up there without some kind of lubrication.
“If you don’t get it up, you’re sleeping in my boot and fucking dogs tomorrow.”
I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in my hands.
“Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to wet it.”

He was of-course right, but neither of these options appealed to me. His look told me I hadn’t got long to make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased the big dildo up inside myself. I’d soon got it going up to full length inside me, and my juices were really flowing. Quicker than I’d expected, and more than usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an audience.

Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it entered.
“Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up him.”
Now although I’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate the dildo, I hadn’t done this to make it easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How long I fucked his bottom for I don’t know, but I began to realise that Hans was talking to me.

“Ok. Ok that’ll do. I think you’ve earned your hotel bed. You can stop now.”
I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.
“I don’t want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we’ll leave him out here.”
I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.
“I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me.”
Then I turned to Hans.
“Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?”
“Ok. Be quick.”

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.
“Come-on. If you’re not out here in two seconds, you’ll be sorry.”
I’d just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn’s blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.

“Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you’re gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you’ve got to be worth the cost of the petrol.”
He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.
“To Klein’s place.”

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.
“Have you done anal?”
“Yes master.”
“Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?”
“Yes master.”
“Have you fucked with an animal?”
“No master.”
“Will you lick my arse for me?”
“Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?”
“No. But so far you’ve got top marks. You are a bit old, and you’ve had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I’m sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don’t forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I’m selling you on for dog meat.”

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.
“Here she is, I’ll leave her with you for the night, and I’ll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don’t know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again.”
Then he turned again to me.
“Well go on then, get yourself inside.”
With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.

“Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you’ve been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don’t take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You’ll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don’t be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don’t ask questions. They’ll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?”
“Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?”
“Yes my dear. What is your name?"
"Camilla."
"Very nice, ok, I’ll call you Millie. Now don’t be long.”

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.
“Come in.”
I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who’d brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren’t you Millie?”
I just tried to answer with what I thought he’d want to hear.
“Sorry daddy.”

“I’ll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they’ll all want to be involved in your punishment. You’d consider that fair wouldn’t you my dear?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?”
They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn’t wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn’t quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to ‘daddy’.
“So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we’ll each have one slap.”
“I know I deserve it daddy, but please don’t make me take my knickers down.”
I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.
“NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we’ll make it two slaps each. Now come over here.”

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.
“Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table.”
I did as he’d ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table’s edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.
“Spread your legs.”
Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table’s edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of ‘daddy’ took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.
“Yelp!”

Then daddy’s hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can’t explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.
“Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don’t rub your hand any higher.”
“You cheeky little bitch.”
“SLAP”
His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.
“Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there.”

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”

“Ok, let’s see whose next.”
Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn’t be daddy, but I couldn’t see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I’d opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.
“Crack.”

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn’t already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”
Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.
“Ok lads, time to change.”
And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he’d put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I’d just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.
“Daddy. Please stop him. Don’t let him fuck me.”

As I’d expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.
“Go-on give the bitch a good poking.”
I didn’t have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they’d no sooner start getting me going before they’d be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I’d never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they’d all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I’d only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.
“GET OFF.”
I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.
“HEY BITCH. DON’T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you’re just a slave.”
I’d now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.
“DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open.”

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I’d probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.
“That’s better; now get your legs open.”
I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I’d drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.
Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog’s attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

“Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she’s the right way up.”
With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn’t been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I’d forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it’s hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I’d had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn’t time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston’s dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston’s dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in.  Before he’d been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I’d first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston’s dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston’s, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.
“Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you.”
I didn’t wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn’t going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I’d hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I’d managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I’d had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy’s dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.
“Plop!”

“Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl’s earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I’ll take you up to your room.”
With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o’clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

“Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?”
I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.
“God! Milli, you look like shit! You’d better get your fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking like that, he’ll fuck off without you. And then he’ll send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can assure you, you won’t like where they take you, or what they’ll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I’ll put a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the bathroom.”

He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I wasn’t able to get up, I just couldn’t see the point in it.
“Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don’t want to see you getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns arrives, you’ll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and then I’ll tell him how good you were last night. It won’t be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and you’ll get well treated if you give the punters what they want.”

I still lay there, not wanting to move.
“Well fuck you then! It’s your funeral. But he’ll be here in less than half an hour, so you’d better make your mind up quick.”
With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty minutes.

“What the fucking hell is wrong with her?”
“Search me. She was great after you left her. And she fucked like a good’n into the early hours. But when I came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can’t get any kind of reaction from her.”
“Well it’s a good job I didn’t pay good money for her. I haven’t got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there’s plenty more out there. I’ll get someone to pick her up later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I know they enjoy a good bitch.”
Then he turned around, and they both left the room.

How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no idea who they were. They literally dragged me across the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van started, and I was thrown from side to side as they sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of the men’s shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes now I could see I was right, he’d carried me into a lift! He turned around, and the lift started going down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors opened. The man now walked out into what I later found out was a large room, where he tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a settee. He didn’t speak, he just turn back around, and I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay there slumped in a heap not having the will or the inclination to move. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t sleep, I was in a form of suspended animation.

The lights went out, I have no idea how long I’d been there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.
“Hey! You! Here’s some food.”
The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I’m now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I just want to die.
The lift is coming again, now the doors open.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven’t eaten a thing all day. Here’s your evening meal. If you don’t sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking to move you on.”
The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its night time again. It could be hours that have passed, it could be days, I have no idea.

The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do hear voices when you’re dead. No I’m just going mad. The lift again. I can’t be dead; otherwise I wouldn’t know it was the sound of a lift.
“You! Look at me.”

No I’m not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily dressed.
“Slap!”
His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings like hell. Well I can’t be dead.
“I said look at me you bitch. That’s better. Now why the fucking hell are you acting like this?”
His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell of his breath was another indication that I was still in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were getting madder by the second.

“Slap!”
“I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up.”
This is difficult to understand, I never even thought about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.
He turned to the man stood next to him.
“She’s fucking flipped. I’m gonna go and ring Helmund, to see if he can find anyone who’ll take her.”
“But what about the filming?”
“She’s not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I can’t think she’ll even be any good to sell for use in a flesh pit. Who’d pay money to fuck that heap of shit?”

They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they weren’t gone very long this time, before I heard the doors opening again.
“Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your senses?”
I didn’t look up.
“Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, but he’s posted a 10,000 euro reward for information about your whereabouts.”
It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down position, to being seated, and stretching myself forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.

“Let me see, please let me see.”
“Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get yourself sat back down there.”
"Please let me see what it says.”
"You sit still; I’ll read the bits you need to know. Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The police think you’ve just run-off with a lover by the looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced that someone must be holding you against your will. Well my dear looks like someone believes in you.”
“Please are you going to let me go home?”

“Now why should we do that?”
“Please, I beg you.”
“But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim the reward, we’ll only just break even.”
“But please, my children need me.”
“Well maybe we can strike a bargain?”
“Anything! I’ll do anything, just please send me home.”

“So at last you’re starting to see sense? Maybe we can strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, you could end up seeing your children again.”
”Please I'm begging you. I’ll do what ever you want, anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to my babies.”
“Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a mess, and smell foul. Then I’ll have some food brought down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I’ll also send down something for you to read. We’ll get you smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll do it real good I promise.”
“Well make sure you do, because I’ll have to lay out money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and that lot doesn’t come cheap.”
“I won’t let you down I promise. Thank you.”

They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I can’t explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to matter; all I could think of was that I would now be able to return home to my children and loving husband.

I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the large folder that contained the story-line for the porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next day.

I read the story, and I’m ashamed to say, I even got worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone approaching, I’d thrown the bed covers off, and been laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I guess it was lots!

Then I put the folder to one side, and started fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it.

When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Well my dear, now we’ve definitely seen a different side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading that story. Didn’t you?”
“I I just read it because you told me I need to get it right tomorrow.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You were going at it like a thing possessed.”
“No honest. I’m only laid here without the covers on because I was hot.”
“I’ll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we’ve been watching you. Didn’t you realise this place is wired with cameras everywhere. We’ve been watching your every move since you got here. Mind you, up until today, you haven’t been doing much moving. But you’ve made-up for that tonight.”

At that they both started removing their belts, and their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on the right side of this man to make sure he didn’t go back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the best job I could manage.

First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, it didn’t matter who or what supplied it!

They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, and about 1 o’clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. This I ate as though I’d not eaten for days, which I suppose isn’t surprising, as I hadn’t had very much to eat over the last few days.

After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself ready, and by ten o’clock a hairdresser/beautician had arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for the filming. So by twelve o’clock I was upstairs and ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to either perform with me in the film, or were involved in the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus men, and two big black dogs.

As I’d already read the story that was to be the basis of the film, I wasn’t surprised to see the dogs. But although I’d already been made to have sex with dogs, seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed having sex with them, it did make me feel a little nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or just tell you what happened?

I’m going for the latter; I’ll tell you what happened, some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of which just took place because that’s the way things went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but probably for their own private use.

The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to the glass patio doors where they spent all their time with their faces slobbering against the glass until they were eventually let back in at the end of the filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was laid in a carrier/car seat.

The film started with me and my husband arriving at the house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. They immediately turn their attention to my baby, threatening her with a knife. My father of-course starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the safe, and bagged-up.

Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is raped.

Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One of my brothers is told to suck my husband’s dick, he at first refuses, but when my baby’s life is once again threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck the other brother’s dick; this is the brother who is on the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. I am told to mount him, and I’m soon astride him, sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from behind, sliding his dick up my arse.

So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being sucked off by my brother, starts cuming. They all change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, and I cum many times. Then as they’ve all spent their last juices, I’m left to relax on the settee, where I lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.

One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been going wild to get in to protect their master (my Father).
“Hey don’t open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to shreds,” says one of the burglars.
Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,
“I don’t think they will. They’ve got a more important task on their mind.”
As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out of their sheaths.

“Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't wait any longer,” snaps the man who’d opened the doors to let the dogs in.
I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.

Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short breather, he’d re-mount and fuck again. This dog session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three separate sessions at me, each session having multiple fucks.

But eventually, the director said,
“Ok boys, that's a wrap.”
With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!

Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I might as well make sure I don’t up-set anyone. It was two hours later, before they were eventually all exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get cleaned up again, and I’d be allowed to go to bed.
“But why can't you just take me straight home once I get cleaned up?”
“It’s not that easy. We have to have the film edited and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you can go home.”
“But how long will that take?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little cunt about things that don’t concern you. We’ll let you go when we’re ready, and if you ask again, you won’t be going home at all.”

With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get through this was to think positive. So I took my breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.

The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples show through. The so called leather knickers were no better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached the floor, and gave me a superficial look of respectability.

It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said earlier, I’d decided to be positive, so I was prepared to go along with this treatment until they got confirmation the film we’d just done was ok. But from then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask how long it would be before they heard about the film, but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.

Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it’s a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started crying.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Snapped one of the men.
“Are you taking me home?”
What on earth made me say that? They wouldn’t be taking me home dressed like this.
“Home? You know we’re not doing that until we get the film rushes.”
“No. I mean yes. I’m sorry. It’s just. Nothing, I’m sorry. I’ll be alright in a moment.”
I was having real difficulty stringing words together to make a cohesive sentence.
“You’d better be. We’ll be arriving at the punter's place soon.”

The car pulled up at the doors to an underground garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They knocked on the door.
“Come in,”

We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one corner were the film crew that I recognised from yesterday, all twelve of them.
“Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you will. We’ll be back to collect what's left of her when you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves.”
And with that the two men who’d brought me, turned and left.

I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so standing here, and not really knowing what these men were going to do, I began to get very frightened.
“Ok you can take that coat off now.”
Said one man. I won’t try to describe who said what, as I have no idea who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said what is now a blur.
I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing proud through the holes in the bra. I’m not sure if I was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.

“Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your legs so we can see your cunt.”
His tone was very demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, it started revolving slowly around. This was reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me lashed to last week, except this time I was standing up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had whips of one kind or another, and they were now starting to bring them into play.

They started gently, or at least most of the men did, more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I flinched every time one of his blows made contact with my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving from the others was starting to have an effect, and I could feel myself getting aroused.

As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really getting me aroused.

Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn’t got a flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men were still running their whips gently across my naked flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into attaching clips onto my flesh.

This was as I’d expected from seeing photos, very painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the average dick height of most of the men. One man approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.

Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These men positioned themselves, so that they could push the swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin flowing, and even though the men were now starting to stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at my face.

Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just about every part of my body, I had clips and needles all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small table, where they laid me face down. Then without warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.
“Crack!”
If I’d thought that man was being sadistic before with his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he had just been tickling me.
“Crack!”
And again.
“Crack!”
The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced, as the lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They didn’t stop, and although I didn’t look around, I could somehow tell it wasn’t just one man doing it. I went past tears, and blacked out.

When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my back, fucking my arse. They weren’t bothered whether I was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on the table I’d just been whipped on.

The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once again, I went from tears to screams, and then to blacking-out within a very short time.

And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn’t make it obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!

All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact words I can’t remember, but it was something like.
“She’s an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they couldn’t get her to cooperate, and they were going to dump her?”
“Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell for it.”
“What’s that then?”
“They told her that her husband had posted a reward, and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect the reward instead of having her.”
“And has he?”
“Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as she thinks he has, she’ll do as she’s told. And they’ve got one film in the bag, and she’s well on her way to being trained.”
“So she doesn’t know its all shit?”
“No. They’ll string her along for a few weeks, making as much money as possible out of her. This film today will be worth a bomb. I’ll bet just the two films over the last two days will have more than cleared her cost.”
“So what if she turns into a zombie again?”
“She’ll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she realises, that it’ll only take a few beatings to get her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, and dump her.”
“Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we marked her up.”
“She’s only a fucking whore; this is all she’s any good for. Hang on, looks like she’s coming around.”

I’m sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was going to do. I could resign myself to this life of debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly what happened, without it being a conscious decision. But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband and children gave me the determination to fight this. But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as they wanted without any resistance. All I could think was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no idea.

I endured their depraved amusement for about another thirty minutes, before the last man decided he’d had enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. The doors were closed, and off they sped.

“The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting beyond a joke.”
Said the driver.
“You can’t expect any different at this time in the afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people are going home from a hard days work.”
Replied the other man sarcastically.
The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.

“Shit. Fucking red light.”
The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I knew the rear doors couldn’t be opened from the inside of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would operate from the controls on the rear door, or at least, they did on the way here this morning.

The lights changed to green, I hit the window down button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear door release button pressed. Then with the car beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I’d rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see the car I’d just jumped from had stopped some fifty metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other men at my side, he’d just given me up as a bad job, got back in his car, and the car shot off into the distance.

The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a fashion leather coat must have given me some protection from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to go home and look after our children. They kept me in overnight, but I was released the next day.

What did the police say? Well as I told them that I’d lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to tell him, he would listen, but he’d never push me.

Well that’s my story told. No I lie. That wasn’t quite the end, some two months later; the police arrived at our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell us, the film was available on the internet. It was impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone recognises you, and either makes comments, or propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad about what he'd seen me do in that film.

The police left, and it was some months before anything relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, maybe I’ll tell this story some other time.

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John was 17 and hated her class, she was his English teacher and he hated her, his cock throbbed when she walked by but her hated her. He sat in his bedroom with his mates Mike who was 20 and Leon 22 and they discussed how they would make her pay. Different scenarios like giving blackmail, or threats but always back to their favourite raping the white bitch. They had ideas of kidnapping her, or breaking into her house, but they were forming a plan they thought would work. John used to lie at night thinking of the plan and how she would feel while he fucked her, how he would humiliate her and how she would become her plaything. He would become her teacher her master and she WOULD obey him and his mates. How his throbbing cock wanted to teach that bitch a lesson and after her who knows another teacher or just some slut from 3^rd grade who knew, his power would be endless.

 

Monday came and it was English first period all weekend John and his mates had plotted this would be the week. In she walked all uptight and snobby, she looked at the class and started the lesson. John was to attempt to get detention – this shouldn’t be hard as she handed this out to him on a regular basis. She walked round the room during the lesson leaning over the students checking their work when she came to John he heard her sigh ‘Oh John’ she said ‘this really isn’t good enough, every one else is working why is it that you cant be bothered?………well, answer me boy?’

 

John grinned ‘shut up, im bored this lesson is shit so im not doing anything’. There was a sharp intake of breath from the class and Miss Saunders went red

 

‘That’s it detention tomorrow night after school I’ll teach you some manners young man!’

 

John got the result he wanted and after school called his mates. ‘We’re on tomorrow night be outside classroom B5 and I will open the window then we will fuck the bitch and make her sorry!’

 

The next day came and John was in a state of excitement all day, he had to go off to the toilet and bring himself off once as he had a hard on that would not go away! The school bell rang and he took himself off to his detention, when he entered the room she was sitting on the desk waiting, wearing a black skirt, black stockings (he hoped) and a pale blue blouse that was heaving with her tits. He looked her up and down and his cock twitched, great he thought. ‘So you turned up’ she glared at him.

 

‘Thought id better’ he replied ‘you never know you might learn something too tonight Miss Saunders’ he grinned.

 

She looked puzzled, ‘sit down open your book and be quiet, I’m just going to the canteen for a coffee I will be 5 minutes and I expect you to be here when I return

OK?!’

 

John looked smug ‘oh im going nowhere Miss’.

 

While she was gone John opened the window and sure enough Mike and Leon were waiting ‘Jesus man we thought you’d never open up’ Lean moaned and they all sniggered.

 

 ‘Sorry but had to wait till she had gone, now get in and hide behind the door like we discussed’ John ordered his mates

 

‘Oh yeh man can’t wait to fuck that bitch hard’ Mick leered.

 

‘We will all get a go so pipe down she’s coming back’ John snapped. The two lads stood behind the door and Miss Saunders walked in she shut the door but didn’t notice them standing there as she walked over to John.

 

‘So John why are you just sitting there didn’t I tell you to open your book?’ she complained rolling her eyes at him.

 

‘Well now Miss I think its time you were quiet and listened to me for a change!’ John demanded.

 

 ‘I beg your pardon, I don’t think you quite understand the situation your in John’ she was looking angry and was about to go into a long explanation of things when John slapped her face, she gasped and put her hand to her stinging cheek, then things started to move quickly. John grabbed her by the hair and started shouting at her she was so shocked she couldn’t take in what he was saying but she herd the words ‘bitch’ ‘fuck’ ‘slut’ and was suddenly very scared. She looked at John and pleaded with him, she suddenly realised that although he was 17 he was a full 5’’ taller than her and a lot heavier and stronger. ‘Please John you can go detentions over forget about it, im sorry’ she was crying and shaking.

 

Then he spoke softly ‘Miss Saunders, I think we need to talk so sit’ she did and as she did she saw his two friends her eyes widened. ‘These two mates of mine and I have decided as your such a grade A bitch that we are all gonna teach you a lesson’ Mike and Leon smiled and moved closer. John continued, you are gonna let each one of us do whatever we want, if you don’t Leon here is going to cut you’ with that Leon brought out a blade and held it to her throat, ‘is that agreeable?’ She couldn’t speak, john slapped her again ‘I said bitch is that agreeable and you should have said yes sir………hang on no yes master would be better!’

 

She looked at him and mumbled he slapped her harder ‘yes master’ she spat. The knife disappeared and Leon’s hand moved into her blouse.

 

‘That’s better now get onto your knees in front of Mike and take his cock out! You ever had a black cock before slave? ANSWER ME? Said John.,

 

‘No’ she stammered

 

‘Mmmmmmm well your gonna sample three tonight and in future every time you answer me you use master or else’

 

She took out Mikes cock, it was thin and fairly long, it smelt of piss and she felt sick but she had no choice. Mike rubbed it over her lips and she parted her lips he pushed it in grunting as he did, she tasted stale piss and cum and gagged all the boys laughed at her. Mike held her head and pumped in and out of her mouth forcing himself into her throat she gagged many times but he didn’t care, he must have fucked her mouth roughly for over 5 minutes before he erupted in her mouth, she was pleased that was over but felt hands on her hair and his cock was replaced with Leon’s. Leon had a much bigger cock at least 8’’ and wide really wide, she still had Mikes cum in her mouth and had to swallow as Leon had forced himself in and was pumping with vigour ‘shit this is a hot white bitch’ he exclaimed. He held her hair tight and fucked he mouth like a cunt not caring that her face was bruising as he slammed into her. He had stamina too 10 minutes later her lips were raw and he pulled out and hot over her face, then he slapped her hard.

 

 John stepped forward ‘take my cock out slave!……………well what do you say’

 

She looked at him with hate in her eyes ‘yes master’ she spat. She undone his trousers and slipped them down his hips as she did his cock popped out and she gasped without thinking

 

‘Yes slave he’s a beauty isn’t he and this is gonna fuck you till your sore, now please clean him up as he’s been waiting for your mouth for some time’.

 

‘Master I cant take you all in my mouth your too big’ she looked horrified John was at least 10’’ and 4’’ wide.

 

‘Oh my dear slut of a slave you can and you will, now SUCK ME TILL I CUM’ and with that he grabbed her cheeks and pushed them in until she opened her mouth, then he roughly shoved into her, she felt her mouth stretch as she accommodated his girth.

 

‘owwwwwww’ she sobbed

 

‘Shut the fuck up and suck it you white whore’ and he sawed in and out of her mouth holding her head and pushing all the time ‘mmmmmmm yes suck me bitch that’s it feels good, god yes take it all in yeh yeh’ and with that he came. He held her head till he was sure she had swallowed it all and then withdrew.

 

She thought thank god I survived, they have had what they want, but her ordeal was by no means over. They roughly stood her up and Mike cut off her clothes till she was standing before them in just her stockings (John was glad he hoped she was wearing them). The boys walked round her touching, pinching and slapping her arse, tits and cunt. ‘Well Miss Saunders time for round 2, go lay on the table over there legs wide………..that’s it good’ they all stood before her looking at her pink clit. One by one they knelt and licked her, her body was betraying her and enjoying the sensations but she was not going to let these bastards know that. Then Mike stood between her long legs, she knew she could take him with no problem ‘please wear a condom’ she begged

 

‘Nah bitch we want you to have our seed’ mike snarled. He roughly spread her legs a little more and slid his cock in, she looked down and saw his thin black cock fucking her, he was moaning and she knew he wouldn’t last long, he came after a few strokes

 

‘Shit mike what was that’ cried Leon ‘she never even got started’

 

Mike looked embarrassed ‘you wait, her cunt is like satin I couldn’t hold back man’ Leon and John laughed.

 

 ‘Ok slut let me show you what it feels like to be fucked by a bruther’ and Leon slid all the way in with one push

 

‘Mmmmmmm’ she sighed

 

‘See the bitch likes it, don’t you slut, tell me?!’

 

She was beginning to enjoy being fucked ‘yes master I love it’

 

‘Love what bitch’ he demanded

 

‘Love being raped by your black cocks……………….ahhhhhhhhhhh’.

 

They laughed at her and Leon carried on fucking her hard, she felt his balls slapping against her arse. He was so deep she could feel her muscles tensing round his cock, he was pulling and rolling her nipples and she was moaning, just as her orgasm began he came leaving her hanging. Cum was running down her legs and she heard herself beg for me ‘please master I need to come give me your cock, fuck me hard make me yours, please’.

 

John stood between her legs ‘yes slave you want this’ and he held his dick against her clit rubbing gently

 

‘Oh yes master, fuck my white whores cunt’ he laughed as she spoke and she felt small and humiliated and she knew this is what he wanted but she couldn’t help it she knew he would own her after this, her an educated 27 year old woman owned by a 17 year old piece of shit but she didn’t care she wanted that cock in her. He held her hips and slammed into her cunt and she screamed this was the biggest cocks she had ever experienced ‘oh no it hurts please no please no’ so he pulled out she sobbed and he slapped her cunt hard

 

‘Now bitch beg for it, come on beg’ he sneered

 

It hurt too much but she knew she must beg ‘please master fuck me im sorry I have never had such a big dick in me, I will try harder!’ with that he resumed fucking her, her tits were jumping as he slammed in and out and her cunt felt like it was splitting into two but she was cumming ‘yessssssss’ she screamed as it ripped through her and his pace quickened as he met her orgasm and filled her as well, he pulled out and her cunt seeped with 3 loads of cum, again she thought it was all over but again she was so wrong.

 

‘Right boys last hole’ and they flipped her over onto her stomach. This time she fought as she had never been arse fucked before but they hit her and slammed her down and one of them sat on her back.

 

God no she thought I can’t do this, she was trembling, she knew her arse was going to be invaded and she could do nothing. Cum ran down her legs and she had Leon’s dried cum on her face, her body reeked of sex. She felt small humiliated and useless yet she was excited no one head ever made her orgasm as she had today and that had felt so good. She knew John would want more after today this was just the start and she also knew that after the three of them had taken her arse she would want John to call for her whenever he wanted, she was his slave!

 

They stood behind her watching the cum slip down her thighs, Leon scooped some up and rubbed it over her face ‘slut’ he shouted at her. She knew she was but licked the cum that was over her lips anyway.

 

Her feet were kicked apart and Mike again took first place. Leon sniggered ‘yeh let pencil dick break her in it wont be so bad after that’

 

‘Hey bro less of that, just cause im not a mutant’ they all laughed. Mike dipped his cock into her cunt so his cock was coated and wet enough to rape her arse. Then he positioned it at the base of her anus ‘hey guys she a virgin here’ he said gleefully ‘aren’t you bitch’

 

She looked at John and said quietly ‘yes master I am please don’t hurt me anymore’. John walked over to her and said

 

‘Slave your fatal mistake was making me hate you, now we are gonna rip your arse apart one by one and your gonna love it………eventually! Go on Mike do it’ he demanded.

 

Mike was quite gentle at first not plunging in but taking his time, slow inch by inch he filled her anus and he groan with every movement, she hurt but because he had gone slow it wasn’t as bad as she had expected but things were to change. Suddenly Mike came again he couldn’t last the boys ribbed him and called him names but he was so excited by her virgin arse and how it clamped over his tender dick that he wasn’t gonna argue the feeling had been great as he had released his load into her bowels.

 

Next again was Leon she knew he wouldn’t be gentle and she was right first before he entered her he took a ruler and gave her arse many slap leaving big welts, then he got the boys to spread her arse cheeks and shoved the ruler up her cunt then her arse, god she screamed. Then he removed it placed one hand on her hip the other in her hair and piled into her arse, she passed out then and didn’t know how long for but when she woke he was tearing into her pulling her head back by her hair and she thought her neck would break. ‘Yeh bitch, what a tight arse mmmmm you should see this god yeh mmmmmm’ he grunted pushing harder and harder, she thought he was going to cum a few times but after 5 minutes he was still fucking her hard, she screamed for him to stop. ‘Baby wont be long now come on help me make me cum bitch’ she knew he meant to push against him but it hurt so much but if it meant he would be finished. So she pushed back to meet his thrusts and he moaned with pure lust. Then after one huge shove he came she felt his cock pulsing in her arse and felt the stream of hot white cum fill her, then she remembered John.

 

He looked at her and she knew there was no mercy to be had, ‘hold her boys this lady is gonna buck when this fills her’. So Mike sat on her back pushing her into the desk and squashing her tits and Leon held on of her legs

 

‘Go bro, split her in two’ said Leon.

 

He stood behind her rubbing his cock from her clit to her arse and back again teasing himself, every so often he would dip the bell end of his knob in her cunt and she would moan. Then he moved away, eventually he bored of this and slapped her arse then went for the kill, he wasn’t rough though as she expected he slid into her slowly. It still hurt like hell and she cried out ‘shut up slave I’ve only got the tip in’ this made her panic she thought that he was fully in ‘wanna feel it all then slave?’

 

She knew what her answer had to be ‘yes master please fuck my arse with your huge cock I deserve to be hurt’ she was sobbing openly now.

 

‘I know you deserve it bitch, so take this’ and with that he slammed every inch into her ravaged arse, she was in so much pain she bucked and screamed and tried to move but it was no use he was raping her and she could do nothing. The rape went on and on he would not cum the boys were cheering as he ripped into her, Mike who was sitting on her was holding her arse cheeks open and spitting on her back and Leon was pulling her leg so hard she thought it would break but nothing compared to the pain in her arse, John loved this and knew he would come soon. Her arse was bleeding and torn and her cheeks had welts from the ruler, she didn’t look so haughty now. ‘Slave master is gonna fill you now, are you happy? Do you want it?’ he snarled

 

‘Yes master’ she sobbed ‘im happy to be you slut fill me up’. With a great grunt he came it seemed like forever before he pulled out he kept fucking and fucking and grunting.

 

He pulled out fast and great globs of cum, shit and blood fell to the floor. ‘Look at the mess you have made slut, get on your knees and lick it up’. This was the final humiliation but as she felt her head being lifted by her hair she knew she would lick up this filthy mess. On her knees her nose pressed into the shit cum filled mixture she licked and retched ‘if your sick you will have to clean that up too slave’ said John.

 

She cleaned up all the mess and her face was a sticky sight. John told her to lie on her back at their feet ‘now fuck your self’ he said ‘use your hands and finger your cunt bitch’ Oh how much more could she take, they all stood over her cocks in hand and watched as she played, it felt so good though her gentle touch and she was soon whimpering as her orgasm built, she blocked them out and wanked god it felt good.

 

‘Mmmmmm yes yes’ she cried as she came and that’s when she felt a hot wetness on her. She looked up to expect to see them wanking over her but instead to her horror they were all urinating, covering her with their hot piss and laughing, she lay there and cried as they dressed.

 

As they left John bent over her and said I have your mobile number and your address when I call you WILL come whenever and wherever, your mine now. Then he kicked her between the legs and walked off.

 

The two others looked at her and said ‘white slut’ and spat on her. She was still lying there 30 minutes after they had gone home congratulating them selves on a rape well done and she knew that she wanted more.

 

 

 

"Okay, take and get her ready, I'll be along shortly," Marie ordered the burly guard! He came over and grabbed her roughly by the arm and practically dragged her down the hall to a spartan room that only had a couple of chairs and what looked like a doctor's examining table. Also in the room was another agent, who stood calmly by the table, as if he was waiting for her. "Take off all your clothes," the man by the table ordered, "and make it snappy!" Ilsa surveyed the situation and realized it would be pointless to refuse, because if the stories were true, these to Nazis would have liked nothing better than to beat her senseless and then take her things off for her, so she slowly began removing her dress. When she was stark naked, the smaller, and it seemed more humane of the two agents asked her to please climb up on the table and lie down on her back. After she was in position, her arms were strapped tightly with restraints, and her legs were forced wide apart and then buckled into position. Unable to move, Ilsa could only imagine all sorts of painful terrors that awaited her. To her surprise, however, instead of inflicting great bodily harm to her, the young guard sat down on a stool between her legs and lathered her entire pubic area with soap, and after only a few seconds later, he produced a long straight razor and began meticulously saving her pubes. While not painful, Ilsa couldn't help but tense up as her most private parts were being displayed in front of the two strange men. When he was finished shaving her, the young guard, who Ilsa later found out was name Dieter, nodded to his partner, who in turn went to the door and summoned Maire Krupp back to the room.

"Well, well," intoned Krupp, "you look as smooth as a new born baby, Fraulein Hoffmeyer!" "What are you going to do to me," asked Ilsa in a trembling voice? "Oh my," Krupp said gaily, "I believe our visitor is a little nervous, well, don't worry about a thing, because today is your lucky day, and I guarantee that none of us here will harm even one hair on your pretty little head!" Ilsa knew better than to trust Marie Krupp, but she couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief at the probably empty promise. "Tape," Krupp ordered, and Dieter dutifully handed her a roll of white surgical tape of which Krupp then tore off a six or seven inch piece and stepped between Ilsa's splayed legs. Positioning the end of the length of tape on her left labial lip, she pulled it hard to the side, pulling Ilsa's vagina halfway open. Krupp then connected the other end of the tape to the inside of Ilsa's thigh, which in turn held her pussy open, while then taking the other piece of tape and repeating the procedure on the other lip. Ilsa's cunt was now more than exposed, it was pulled wide apart and held in place by the two strong pieces of medical tape. "My, my," Marie Krupp said, "she looks like she's ready to get fucked!!!" "Would you like that dear," asked Krupp, "would you like to have Helmut here stick his cock into you and fuck you hard until you cum!?!" It was a rhetorical question, because before Ilsa even had a chance to reply, Maire Krupp continued on, "No, I don't believe you would like that, and since you don't want it, I will respect your wishes and leave your little pussy unfucked!" Ilsa knew that something terrible was about to happen, but she couldn't do anything about it. As she was contemplating her fate, Dieter had slid what looked like a small metal hose into position about eighteen inches above her vagina. It didn't look sinister, but Ilsa knew better, all this sweet talk by Marie Krupp was just a stall until she got around to doing her dirty work.

When the apparatus was finally in place, Maire Krupp again took over and said softly, "Ilsa, I am giving you one more chance to tell me what you know about the underground, if you don't, well then, it's out of my hands!!!" "Growing more terrified by the minute, Ilsa in a bold defiant voice said, "No way will I tell you Nazi bastards anything, so do what ever you must to me, but I will remain silent!!!" A small smile crept over Marie Krupp's lips and she replied, "No, Ilsa, you will finally beg me to listen to you, and you will gladly tell me all that you know!" Marie gave a curt nod to Dieter, who pulled on a lever that in a matter of seconds allowed drops of water to fall from the end of the metal hose and on down to Ilsa's crotch where it hit just to the left of her clitoris. Marie reached up and carefully adjusted the end of the hose until the drips were hitting directly on Ilsa's clit. "Now fraulein, "Maire Krupp offered, "let us see how long it takes you to have an orgasm from the steady dripping of water as your only partner!!!" Ilsa felt sweat begin to break out on her forehead as the relentless dripping continued massaging her now totally erect clitoris. "My, my," intoned Marie Krupp, "look at how her clit is betraying her, I don't think I've ever seen one quite that large, have you Dieter?" The two of them laughed out loud as Ilsa desperately tried to keep her clit under control! Marie began caressing Ilsa's large chest and twisting her nipples, which in turn caused Ilsa's cunt to flood itself with even more pussy juice. Just when Ilsa thought she was about to go over the edge, out of nowhere, Dieter appeared with a syringe full of a clear liquid that could for all Ilsa knew be full of water. Marie took the syringe and slowly shoved it into Ilsa' arm while saying, "I can see that you're trying to resist your orgasm, well this will help you do just that, and in a few seconds it will be impossible for you to have a climax, and I promise you that in a while you will beg me to give you relief!"

Ilsa didn't really feel anything happening, but she had to admit that by now she normally would have had two or three orgasms. Marie ordered Dieter to suck on Ilsa's nipples, and with the young Nazi's mouth attached to her nipple, Ilsa felt the familiar feeling welling up in her surging cunt! "Hah," thought Ilsa, "I won't have any trouble cumming at all, I'm almost there now, but while waiting for the usual rush to rip through her vagina, she all at once got the sinking feeling Marie was right, because try as she might, she couldn't quite get over the hump! Her clit was now on fire in a way it had never been before! The insistent sucking of her nipples was sending a current of electricity directly to her crotch, but no amount of concentration could get her over the top! "Well, Ilsa," Marie asked smoothly, "are you ready to tell what I need to know!?!" Ilsa, now in great distress, shook her head violently and emphatically, NO!!! Marie Krupp just smiled and said, "Maybe a little show will put you more in the mood to cooperate, and with that, she slid out of her clothes and had Helmut do the same. While he may have been little more than muscle to keep prisoners in line, when he dropped his pants, Ilsa could see the largest cock she had ever seen in her life! "You like," asked Marie, while stroking the big cock in her right hand, "Helmut may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but you can see why I keep him around!!!" Ilsa was now in a state of almost a sexual frenzy! She tried her best to hide it, but when Helmut turned Marie around and took her from behind, Ilsa let out a long low moan that coincided with Marie's. The only difference was, that Marie had two hard orgasms in quick succession, while Ilsa was still hanging on the precipice of climax! After she had recovered from her cum, Marie came over to Ilsa and dabbed the sweat from her face and said sweetly, "Mmmm, that was so good, Helmut has such a wonderful penis, I came so fucking hard, but have to admit that I lied to you, I'm afraid we are going to have to let Helmut fuck you so you can feel how big and hard he is!"

Dieter moved the dripping water away from Ilsa's cunt, only to be replaced by the hulking Nazi who was running his cock up and down Ilsa's dripping slit. "Ilsa couldn't even speak, she was in such a high state of sexual arousal, but when Helmut buried his meat deep inside of her with one hard thrust, Ilsa screamed in ecstasy as the huge "hammer" pounded her into submission! "Is it good, dear," Marie asked soothingly, "don't you just love his big pecker inside of you!?!" By now Ilsa was totally gone, and all she could do was babble incomprehensibly, but the gist of it was that she was getting the fucking of her life!!! Marie Krupp leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Can you tell me now what you know, dear fraulein?!?" Ilsa moved her lips but no sound came out, except for the guttural growl of a wild animal in heat. Marie leaned over and took a hard nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, driving Ilsa to even greater heights! She was beginning to think that she might die right there on the table, her need for sexual release was so great, and while she didn't want to betray her cause, it was becoming very apparent that something was going to give! Marie again whispered into her ear, "Ilsa darling, just nod your head if you will cooperate, if you do, I promise you that within thirty seconds you will have the orgasm of your life!!!" It was over and Ilsa knew it, she couldn't hold out for another second, and so with great reluctance she nodded her head yes, while Dieter, standing by with syringe in hand, quickly stepped in and gave Ilsa a second injection, this one an antidote to the first. With all of her sexual energy concentrated on the tip of her clitoris, it was only a matter of moments until Ilsa's vagina was being not only ravaged by Helmut's monster cock, but by a whirlwind climax that tore through her like a raging tornado! With all the pent up sexual energy, Ilsa came for what seemed to her to be hours, even though it was only for a minute or two! When she finally came down from her high, Marie caressed her head in her arms and whispered what a good little slut she had been. Marie gave Dieter a nod, and he again arranged the water spout over her now gaping pussy. Ilsa whispered hoarsely that she was ready to cooperate, and pleaded with the Nazi bitch to leave her alone, but Marie smiled a sadistic smile and said evenly, "Oh dear, Ilsa, we are having too much fun to stop now, I think another two or three orgasms should just about do it!"

Drip, drip, drip, it was happening all over again! A sharp jab in her arm and the drug began to work its magic! Ilsa let her head roll to the side just in time to see Helmut mounting Marie Krupp and pounding his dick deep into her pussy! Her own clit began to careen out of control! It was going to be a long night!!!

THE END

The Robsons

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Chapter 7

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Joe closed and locked the kennel doors before turning out the lights. He decided to wait for a few minutes to make sure all the occupants had settled quietly for the night before making his way back to the house. He also needed time to make sense of the conflicting emotions racing through his mind, before he rejoined Bob and his friends.

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There was no doubt he had participated eagerly in the equine abuse of little Lisa. The incredible high he experienced as she came under her well endowed lover, while simultaneously taking his load in her mouth and face, was the most intense experience of his long life. But now as his ardor cooled, the full consequences of his actions this past few days flooded his mind. He could never again claim he was just going with the flow because this time he was as much involved as the others. There was no doubt he had gone to a place in himself that he was shocked to find existed outside a bottle.

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“Jeeze Lily how the hell did I get here?” he whispered aloud. He did not receive an answer nor was one expected as his wife had died of breast cancer eight years ago. He still liked to talk to her though when he needed to work through some difficult things in his head. He hit the drink bad after his beloved Lily gave up the fight and his memories were hazy for about four years after that. Bob had kept him supplied with booze and run things while he was out of his head. It was only when he came to his senses a few years ago and finally got dry that he realised his dreams of young girls sucking his cock and riding his mouth were in fact memories of actual events.

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“I should have put an end to it then babe”, he muttered. He turned from the house and walked around the back towards the far paddock. The coolness of the evening and the bright grey light of the moon were a soothing balm for his aching mind. He couldn’t face the house just yet; the stale smell of cigarettes, booze and cum would be nauseating after being in the fresh air for so long.

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He had wanted to. He took Bob aside when the latest batch of victims turned up and told him this was the last of it. He could carry on his perverted games somewhere else. “This is not right son”, he had said earnestly ‘I wanna get back to some honest farming.”

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Bob did not argue he just took Joe to the office and showed him the farm accounts. The place was losing money and had been for years even since before his wife died. The Vet practice was non-existent. Then he turned on the pc and opened an account number at some foreign bank. “This is the money our other business brings in Pop, you really wanna go back to farming?”

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The number of zeros before the decimal point was scary. Joe had never seen that number and money in the same sentence before. “Its not as if they don’t enjoy the sex, and they all go to good homes after they are trained” smiled Bob.

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“I wish I had been stronger Lily, I might have saved her”. Joe sadly thought of the little 12 year old in the last batch. They had sent her to the kennels and he had been proud of how she fought. She fucked every one of the dogs even though her little crotch ripped to accommodate the monster dog cocks. But it was the insanity of the last day that really gave him pain.

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I told them it would kill her, but they were too drug-crazed to care. She was never going to be able to take the 18 inch stallion cock, it was 3 inches thick for Christ sake! She died screaming as the horse filled her belly with jism. She was buried out on the farm somewhere Joe didn’t know quite where. He was glad little Lisa had at least been prepared for her ordeal tomorrow. If she uses the experience he gave her tonight, she might just survive on the bigger horses tomorrow.

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“Oh well there’s nothing I can do anyway” he sighed. But tonight that old cop out just didn’t sit right. He was surprised to find himself looking forward to seeing little Mandy. “Now there is a fighter if ever I saw one” he smiled to himself proudly.

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“Holy Jesus!

What the fuck is going on here?

Are you guys fucking crazy?

Oh No!

Oh my God!”

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Joe could not believe his eyes when he went in the house. He quickly took in the scene. All three men were fucking Mandy again, but this time she had not been able to breathe and her little body lay blue and limp as they pumped it mercilessly. Merv was laughing as he pulled his cock from her mouth, ‘Jeeze that was awesome I came just as she stopped breathing. Read somewhere it was supposed to be good and I aint arguing”.

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Joe rushed over and pushed the others away. Mandy’s body was warm so there was still a chance. He laid her on her back and gave her CPR urging her to come to.

“Hey Joe if you want my cum that bad I’ll let you blow me for free” laughed Merv. The others joined in, the whole scene hilarious to their drug hazed eyes.

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Joe ignored him, she was slipping away and his heart was breaking, he could not let another little one go. “Come on sweetheart take a breath,” he urged as he ignored the smell and taste of Merv’s cum to blow air into Mandy’s Lungs.

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Louise was screaming in the background, begging him to save her daughter. He could not see her. Finally when all seemed lost Mandy inhaled a deep breath and started coughing. “Good girl” crooned Joe, “I knew you were a fighter, I knew you would stay with me”.

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Mandy opened her eyes and looked at him with such regret “Why did you bring me back uncle Joe? Did you really think I would want to come back to this?” The tears flowed down her face.

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“Oh my poor baby, My poor Baby,” sobbed Louise. Joe looked around and finally found her. She was hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Her hands had been roped together so that the rope held her just high enough to stand on tiptoe. Between her legs someone had placed a broom handle, the object obvious. As she tired the handle would work its way further into her pussy causing her severe discomfort. It must have been agony for her to watch Mandy and not be able to move around the rough pole. Joe released her and beckoned her to go to her daughter.

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While the younger men staggered drunkenly to their rooms, Joe set about tidying the living room. The little kid had really scared him, he was sure she was a goner. He was worried now though, he could see that the fight had been torn out of her. She was giving up; she would be lucky to survive tomorrow. It surprised him how much this bothered him.

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“My poor, poor baby!” sobbed Louise as she held her younger daughter tight to her breast. “I thought we had lost you darling. Don’t you ever give me a fright like that again!”

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“Its not like I had much choice Mum”, croaked Lisa. “I could not get my breath and they would not let me take one. When I blacked out I was sure it was for good. I was glad Mum”. She started to cry. “I cant take anymore I am only 13. I shouldn’t have to do this!” She curled her little body up smaller and nestled more tightly into her Mums embrace.

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Louise let her own tears fall quietly down her cheeks and drip gently onto her daughter. She would be eternally grateful to the old man, if he had not come in when he did…! The tears came harder then as she realised there was nothing she could do to help her babies. Hanging there watching her daughter suffocate were the worst minutes of her entire life. Her pussy was raw from her efforts to lift herself from the broom handle and go to her daughter’s aid.

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It had all started so simply. Merv had called her over and pushed her face into his lap. She immediately took him in her mouth and proceeded to give him the best blowjob she could. He rubbed his calloused hand roughly in her hair and took a long toke from his joint inhaling deeply. “Read me a good book a couple of weeks ago Bob” he yipped, his lungs simultaneously contracting around the smoke.

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“Oh yeah? Didn’t know you got that far in school pal” laughed Bob in reply.

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“Yeah all about the Romans and what they used to get up to with their female slaves,” continued Merv ignoring the Jibe. “I tell you man, those guys knew how to fuck! Yes Sireee! And leave it all to what they used to get up to when they sacked a city, Holy fuck, lets just say it was not a good idea to be a woman just about then”.

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“What kind of shit they get up to?” asked Dave, suddenly intrigued.

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Merv paused for effect then enthusiastically continued, “Well they used to stick stakes in the ground, big thick ones about two inches thick and eight foot high. Then they would get a woman and put her sitting on it with the stake in her pussy. Then leave her there as the weight of her body slowly slid her down it to her death. Sometimes it could take hours”.

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“Wow!” replied the other two very impressed.

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“What do you think of that Louise? Asked Bob. She stopped sucking Merv’s Cock and looked up.

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“That would be a horrible way to die”’ she said with a whisper. “Those Romans were very cruel”.

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They all laughed at her.

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Bob got up then and went out to the kitchen, soon returning with a broom and some string.

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“Take the plant off that hook by the window Dave, I got me an idea”.

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He caught Louise’s hair as he passed and pulled her roughly off Merv’s dick.

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“Hey man I was getting ready to blow then!” he moaned.

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“Get up and give me hand” chuckled Bob, “This will be well worth it”.

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He dragged Louise over to the window and roughly tied her hands together leaving about two feet of rope between. Then he lifted louse and hung the rope from the hook that previously held the geranium now discarded on the floor. When Bob let her down Louise was hanging from the ceiling with her feet just touching the ground.

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“Bring the broom over Merv” he ordered and then pushed the handle into Louise’s pussy. Louise moaned as the rough wooden rod forced its way into her delicate insides pushing really painfully against her cervix. As Bob and Merv watched the results of their handiwork Louise found that by standing on the tips of her toes while simultaneously supporting her weight on the rope she could keep the broom handle from penetrating too far. But she knew that inevitably fatigue would overcome her resistance and her weight would bear her down the homemade skewer. She hoped they would come to their senses before her strength gave out otherwise the handle would do her serious damage even perhaps kill her. Looking at the crazed eyes of her captives at this moment she was extremely worried.

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Bob and Merv watched her struggling for a while and then suddenly got bored. “It should get more fun when she gets more tired” Merv told Bob and then walked away. Bob followed leaving Louise to endure her suffering alone.

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“ I fancy me another three on one,” said Dave rubbing his newly hard boner. “What is it with this family Bob? They make me hard all the time!”

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Laughing he turned away and went over to Mandy who was lying, wrapped tightly in the cradle position where they had left her last time. Se whimpered as he roughly dragged her up by the hair.

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“Stand up straight slag and turn around slowly while I decide which hole I wanna fill”. He smacked her round the head to reinforce his point.

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Mandy slowly turned around legs spread and arms in the air as she had been taught.

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“Dance for us bitch” added Merv getting into the groove. “I wanna see a cock raising dance right now or I will whip the skin off your back.”

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Bob fell a thrill run through his lower body and his cock began to grow again. He was enjoying this game. He found he wanted to join in.

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“Tell us how you want all our cocks in you again slut! Tell us how much you loved it last time and beg us to do it again. You better sound like you mean it!”

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Mandy shivered as she danced and it wasn’t from the cold. She caught the look in Bob’s eye and reading the vibes she new that she would be lucky to survive the next hour. “Oh uncle Bob, uncle Merv, uncle Dave, Please put your cocks in all my holes again! Please I love it and want it so much. I love all your big cocks filling me and shooting me full of cum!”

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She danced as provocatively as she could, she did not want to give Merv the chance to carry out his threat and whip her.

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“Come on fuck bunny let’s see you push that pussy on my old throbbing pleasure pole” said Bob settling on the sofa and rubbing his cock.

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Mandy obeyed immediately and within a minute was greasing Bob’s cock with her juices as she slid slowly up and down his thick rod.

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“What do you say baby?” he asked as he took a sharp breath enjoying the effects of her tight preteen pussy on his fully erect member.

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“I love your cock uncle Bob. I just love the way it makes me wanna cum when I ride it like this. It totally fills me I just love it!”

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Just then her head was pushed forward and big Dave roughly pushed his black rod straight up her ass. Luckily he used some KY, which made the passage a bit less painful. Mandy knew well that it wasn’t for her comfort. She paused as she felt him find his rhythm and Bob then matched it.

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Merv punched her ribs. “What do you say slut! Tell me what you want, tell me how good it is!”

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Mandy grunted, her ribs were already bruised and the punch really hurt her. She pulled her mind back to the job at hand. “Oh this is so good” she moaned “I love being filled with lovely cocks. Uncle Merv please put your cock in my mouth I so wanna suck it and make you cum”.

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Merv chuckled, “Oh little darling I am so glad you asked me to do this, you know I would never force you”. “Bob guffawed loudly and increased his pace as he pummeled the little girls pussy.

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Mandy looked over Bobs head to her mother and gave her a small smile. She tried not to let her pain show trough but the sight of her mother released the flood of emotion she had held in check and her eyes welled. She opened her mouth to sigh and before she could complete her breath Merv’s pole forced its way between her lips and down her throat. She fought the gag reflex and tried not to panic while she waited for Merv to withdraw and she could take a breath. But Merv’s’ out stroke was not long enough and he entered her throat again before she could get any air in her lungs. She started to struggle and her muscles tensed as she fought to take in some air around the invading cock.

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Bob and Dave felt the sudden pressure on their members. “Whatever you are doing don’t stop Merv,” gasped Dave “this is brilliant”.

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Mandy was suffocating and in a high state of panic now. She struggled to get away from her rapists but they just held her tighter. “Try and cum as she dies guys it is supposed to be unbelievable,” laughed Merv as he held her hair and ears so tight, she could not even turn her head. She could hear her mother’s screams in the background as a terrible noise filled her ears and the blackness came to claim her. As she gave herself to the void she could feel the warm fluid fill her as all three men came at once, gasping aloud.

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She could not help but feel disappointment that the sum total of her life was to give it for the pleasure of three evil perverts. Her last thought was relief that her suffering finally over.

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Suddenly her eyes shot open as life-giving air filled her lungs, she gave herself to the impulse to cough and gagged around the taste of cum as it filled her mouth. When her breathing regulated she opened her eyes and saw the old man smiling down at her.

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. “Good girl” crooned Joe, “I knew you were a fighter, I knew you would stay with me”.

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She remembered then where she was and realised the nightmare hadn’t ended.

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“Why did you bring me back uncle Joe? Did you really think I would want to come back to this?”

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She watched as the old man rescued her mother and enjoyed the safe feeling as Louise cradled her in her arms. She hoped her mother would never let her go. Eventually she fell asleep.