He flipped on the light as he entered the room then went directly to his duffle bag which still sat on the bed waiting for him to unpack. He rummaged through it and came out with a pair of worn sweat pants. He set the bag on the floor at the foot of the bed and changed into the sweats he had pulled from the bag. He tossed his clothes on the floor next to his bag and climbed wearily under the covers.

            “Damn,” he said softly with a sigh. “Light.”

            He climbed back out of bed and padded across the room. He flipped the switch and went back to bed. His eyes slid shut and he was asleep in minutes.

            In Nick’s dream he was Gulliver and all the Lilliputians were women. They were tying him down and crawling all over his nude form. Several of the tiny women screamed gaily as they rode his huge, hard cock like some kind of wild stallion. He was still trying to fight his way out of sleep, out of the dream, when he realized something was covering his nose and mouth. He pushed groggily against an arm that held fast against his sleepy attempt at escape. His mind finally came fully awake and his eyes snapped open just before the sweet smell drug him under again.

            Nick jerked his head away from the sharp acrid smell of…something. His head ached and he couldn’t think clearly. Was he still dreaming? he wondered. The acrid smell was back under his nose again. He jerked and tried to pull away only to discover that he was tied firmly in place. When he tried to swear only garbled muffles came out. His green eyes grew wide as he stared around the room and took in his predicament. The light was on and he was tied spread-eagle to the bed with a rough hemp-type rope. He wasn't blindfolded this time but his mouth was stuffed full with a large penis gag which was strapped tightly around his head. He had been stripped of his sweats and now lay trapped, completely nude.

            The woman standing over him next to the bed was small and looked oriental – what he could see of her face. She wore a tight, black mask over the top half of her face. Her silky black hair was pulled through the back of the mask and fastened into a pony tail. She was small, probably around 5' 3" or 5' 4" with a slim build. But he could see muscles standing out on her small arms. She wore what looked like a tight black bathing suit made out of spandex. The thing that bothered Nick the most was the whip she held in her right hand as she stared at him.

            "My name is Madam Kelea. You are my slave toy tonight. I'll play with you for as long as I want then I will fuck your brains out – if you're a good boy."

            She smiled as she laid the whip across his abdomen and climbed onto the bed. She leaned forward and ran her fingers up his stomach and chest, digging in her long, red fingernails. Nick squirmed under her, mumbling behind his gag, his eyes never leaving her face. She reached across to the side of the bed and lifted a small remote up for him to see. Smiling, she pressed a button on the remote and he felt the gag in his mouth start to grow like an engorged penis. He sucked air through his nose and shook his head violently from side to side. She reached out and pinched his right nipple hard. He stopped shaking his head and stared at her with panicked eyes. She pressed another button on the remote and he felt the meaty part of the gag bouncing around in his mouth, squirming like a live prick. He mumbled and groaned frantically. She patted his cheek and smiled at him.

            "We've only just begun, toy."

            She straddled his stomach and made herself comfortable before reaching for his nipples. She leaned forward and licked and sucked at his nipples, twisting and pinching them. Her attentions soon had the small nubs standing erect. She giggled as she attached adjustable nipple clamps to his chest. He jerked spasmodically and screamed into the squirming gag. She twisted the tiny screws on the clamps and locked them down tightly, drawing more screams from him. When she was satisfied she sat back and watched him breathing heavily through his nose, his eyes squeezed shut against the pain. She flipped her fingers against the clamps and laughed when he screamed into the gag.

            "We're going to have so much fun!"

            She slid down his body and sat across his hips, her hands running gently up and down his torso. She leaned forward and started kissing and licking his body. Slowly, he adjusted to the pain in his chest and began to concentrate on her hands. The gentle caresses felt like butterfly wings touching his skin. He closed his eyes and focused on that feeling, ignoring the pain from the clamps. He felt her move and his eyes shot open. She slid down to sit between his legs while she played with his cock and balls.

            Her magical fingers fluttered over his balls and up and down his shaft, teasing him. He was surprised when she leaned down and, staring straight into his eyes, she took him into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over his dick as her fingers played over his balls, pulling a low moan from him. She smiled as she sucked and licked on him. He closed his eyes again and focused on the pleasure she was giving him, using that to block out the pain from the clamps.

            Suddenly, his prick felt like she had stabbed him with a burning rod. He looked down at her to see that she had applied a clothespin to the top of his dick. He could hear a strange growl and a high-pitched screaming but didn't realize the sounds were coming from his own throat. His body jerked spasmodically as she applied a dozen clothespins to his prick and balls. Finally satisfied with her handiwork she got off the bed to admire him.

            "I think a few more," she said softly, almost to herself.

            He continued to scream into the gag as she fastened twelve more clothespins, six on each leg, to his inner thighs up next to his scrotum. She patted the pins when she was finished then reached up to pat each of the clamps as well.

            "There, that's better," she said, smiling down at him. "Now, for the really fun part."

            She picked up a leather flogger and aimed for his stomach first. Nick screamed into the gag as his body bounced and jerked against his tight bonds each time she struck him. He nearly passed out when she hit the clothespins on his prick with the flogger. She threw the implement across the room and grabbed the smelling salts from the bedside table, shoving them under his nose.

            "Don't you dare pass out on me, toy!"

            He quickly came back around and groaned at her. She responded by slapping him hard.

            "Don't fuck with me, toy!"

            She grabbed the nipple clamps and pulled them off him. He lurched up as much as his bonds would allow, screaming into his gag. He continued to scream as she rubbed his nipples roughly. She moved her hand down to play with the clothespins that were still attached to his groin. She flipped her fingers along the pins sending white-hot ripples of pain through Nick’s body. He arched off the bed and screamed. His voice was fading quickly from his repeated screaming so it sounded more like he was growling than screaming.

            "Enough of that. You bore me."

            She yanked the clothespins off him and tossed them away. His sweat-covered body fell back against the bed. He prayed that it was over as his eyes rolled back into his head. The sharp scent of the smelling salts called Nick from his stupor. He moaned as he came awake.

            "I told you, toy, don't pass out on me!"

            She grabbed another flogger and struck him with it. This one was different than the first. It had small metal beads on the ends of the leather strings and stung like irritated bees when it made contact with his skin. He was so exhausted from the previous go-around that he didn't have the strength to fight her this time. He made muffled screams and squirmed but he just couldn't muster the strength to jump and scream. She finally tossed the flogger away.

            "This should get some reaction from you," she said in a sultry voice as she climbed onto the bed again.

            Nick pulled his eyes open to see her standing over him with a large whip. His breath caught in his throat as he started to shake his head back and forth. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced for the impact when he saw her swing the awful thing. He knew it would hurt but he never imagined just how painful it would be. The lashes caught him across the chest and down his right side. It felt like the thing was ripping his skin off. He screamed into the gag and struggled up against his bonds. After only four more strikes she fell between his legs and grasped his prick between her lips, sucking wildly.

            After only a few minutes she slid up and positioned herself over him, sliding his erection inside her. She leaned down and gripped his nipples in her fingers, pinching, twisting and pulling them as she rode him. He thought she would pull them off when she finally fell forward against his chest, breathing heavily.

            "You're a good toy, baby," she crooned to him.

            Did I cum? he wondered. Did I even get it up? He couldn't remember. He just knew he hurt – everywhere. And he wanted her to go away and leave him alone. He felt like a little boy again. He wanted to curl up and cry away the pain he hurt so badly.

            Nick jerked awake and sat up, his eyes wide. He looked around the bedroom, his head swiveling on his neck. There was nobody here and everything was just as he had left it. Another dream? He threw back the covers and started to get up.

            "Oh, Christ!" The pain threw him back against the bed. "Definitely not a dream."

            He looked down and saw strings of welts across his lower abdomen and down his right side. His chest ached and his wrists and ankles were raw. There seemed to be some kind of residue on his wounds though and a bottle he didn't recognize sat on the bedside table. He picked it up and saw a note attached to it.

            Use this for the pain. It will help heal your wounds.

            Fucking bitch, he thought. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and stumbled to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and ran the water as hot as he dared then climbed in. I've gotta find a hotel, he thought as he let the hot water stream over his screaming muscles.

I had only just several times sucked my husband, for he seemed to not demaned it, he was more of a let me drill you kind of man. Not to much glamer in our sex life, but it was enjoyable for 15 years. I was now being forced to suck strange cock. One by one they took turnes poking my mouth, and I begain to relize that I was being raped. How can this just happen, and why me. As i was told by each of these guys, do what we say and I would not be hurt, load after load filled my mouth. I was able to void some of it, but I had to swollow as well. the one thing that helped me during this was the fact that no one was touching me in any place but my arms and legs to keep me pind down to the ground. My bikini was still on, so my hope was all they wanted was to mouth fuck me then leave me.

As I drained each of them the rape turned for the worse. Tape was placed over my mouth, my bikini was ripped off with no problem and I now layed naked surounded by stiff half drunken guys. They picked me up and carried me foward off the beach to a small house. I was then tied to a bed, and one by one they robed me of my pride as they fucked me like animals.

I was untied, turned over, retied, and pulled up on all 4`s, and pumped again and again for there pleasure. I was shure that they were done for I was left alone for a hour or so, just laying there helpless, tired, hurting, swollen and sore. My emotions were crazy, nothing made any since.

the rape continued but this time they took turnes explorting my ass hole where no one had ever gone before. I knew that some people enjoy that kind of sex, but I never wanted or liked the thought of it. Now I was forced to be filled in this way, and again they seemed pleased to use my at there will.

One would think by now that the worsed was over and done. how could I go on, they would sure kill me if they did more to me. Now it was time not for one on one, but forced to comply I fould myself being used again. Cock in the mouth, my pussy, and my ass was not fun, it hurt, I sure must die now.

As all of this was happening to me I was unaware of the guy with the camera. He had photographed there fun and my humiliation. How could anyone be so mean enough is enough. They had picked up from the beach my laptop and now they had acsess to my whole life. From my computor I was forced to help them get into my e-mail but why.

My life was finaily finished now. I was now turned lose, I could walk but not well. I had losed everything, even my cloths. Forced to walk naked back to my motel, the only good thing that came out of this day was my room was way down on the end of the building, and I had forgotten to lock the door.

A few days latter I retured to work. It seemed that everyone stared at me, could they have known that I was raped over and over again. I made my way to my desk to try to work and not think upon what had happen to me. As I set at my computor I noticed my e-mail was loaded with twenty something letters from me to me. What was this. I begain to open one and my life was drained from me. There I was naked, being raped, it showed everything. Each of the e-mails had 4 pictures with them. They had not only taken me forcefully and raped me, but now they had raped me again threw e mail humiliating me futher. The worse had happened, they had forwarded each of these letters titled see what I did at the beach, to everyone in my e-mail address book. My family, my friends, my coworkers, my boss, my work clients, and the list goes on and on.

I lost most of my friends, my job, yes my husband,some of my family, all of my pride. Now I live in another state by myself, I work as a clerk at a quiky mart, I have no computor, and I have been raped 3 times since I`ve lived here. I live each day knowing that someone will sure take me again and probably kill me.

"Take off your pants, bitch" he said to me in a calm tone... I did what he told me to do, I wasn't sure if he had a weapon on him and i didn't want to play fate. I took my pants off and he looked at my red lace thong. "Well slut, looks like you want this. only sluts wear thongs." he took his right hand and started to rub me, really hard. He continued to do this till we got to an abandoned house. He stopped the car, got out and came around to the other side. Pulling me out he ordered me to get on my hands and knees and crawl like the bitch I am. I did as he told me to.... We got inside the house and it was very creepy inside, hard to explain but there was several rooms and all of them were labled in chinese or maybe Japanese... He pulled me into the first room.. in the center there was a table. He pushed me onto it.... lying on my stomach he pressed a button and before I knew it my arms and legs where bound by ropes hanging from the ceiling. He put a blindfold around my eyes and told me that I was only to speak if spoken to and I must address him Master.

He cut off my thong and started to spank my ass... softly at first then he picked up pace. "Yes oh fuck yah, slut puppet. You like that don't you? are you a slut?" I closed my eyes *slap* this one over powered all the other ones "I asked you a question, answer me...... "y-yes master" I said very quietly.... "I knew you liked it" I heard a zip... and before I knew it he was standing in front of me with his cock in his hand. Stroking himself he grew... he was huge.. the biggest dick i have ever seen. He placed the tip of his dick at my mouth.. I refused it.... He slapped me in the face and I had no choice but to take his prick into my mouth... I could barely wrap my mouth around it yet he kept pushing it in farther and farther...... "K fuck this" he said and started to fuck my face.. his balls slapped my chin and finally he unloaded his dick in my mouth... "swallow it all and you won't be punished" I swallowed what I could, it tasted bitter and salty.... I accidently let some dribble out of my mouth onto the floor......... "I'll get you later for this, but first lets examine your nice ass" He climbed onto my back and started rubbing my ass, spreading my cheeks apart very painfully..... I let out a cry as he shoved a finger in.... he was thrusting it in and out... then he took it out.. I sighed only to feel 2 fingers go in... he shoved his fingers up as far as they would go then without warning he replaced his fingers with a dildo... the dildo was about 10inches long and at least 3 inches wide.... it ripped me apart...... as soon as he shoved it up as high as it could go I felt him clamp something to the dildo....

He got off of me and walked towards a giant machine, and pressed a button... I felt the dildo inside me start to vibrate.... he left the room and all that I could hear was the humming of the dildo and I could feel the pain that it caused........

The next morning He came into the room and shut the machine off.... "Did you like that? do you have to take a shit now?" he asked.. I shook my head... he took out the dildo and released me from the ropes and told me to go wash up... I went into the washroom and about 10 minutes later he yelled through the door "Hey slut puppet are you done?" I replied "yes master" he came in completely naked and took off my shirt and bra... "lay down on the floor" I did and he kneeled down, his ass 2 cm from my face..... "lick my rosebud and make it good. this is your punishment for wasting my cum.." I closed my eyes and started to lick his ass... 5 minutes into it he sat down almost completely and I was tounge fucking him.... 30 minutes went by and he stood up "I have to piss.... spread your legs.. i'm going to give you a 'shower" he pissed on me and then without warning turned out the lights and closed the door...... I just layed there crying.. he yelled through the door "Next time swallow all of me or it'll be worse... and oh Bitch... clean up I'll see you in an hour"

            “I won’t be staying for dinner this evening,” he explained. “We’re having a party for a group of our clients so I’ll be spending the evening downstairs.”

            “Oh, okay,” she replied as she accepted the meal he’d brought to her, her eyes downcast.

            “I’m sorry, Ren. I should have told you about it sooner.”

            “Why?” she asked with a laugh, heading toward the dining room. “You don’t report to me.”

            He watched her go knowing she was putting on a brave front. While he hated to see her hurt and lonely there was absolutely no way he could take her to this party. He shook his head and turned to make his way to his room to change into his tux. Ren was perched on the sofa with several documents spread around her when he re-emerged from his room.

            “If you need me for anything page me,” he said, stopping across from her.

            “Okay,” she replied without looking up.

            “Ren, I’m sorry.”

            “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Michael.” She finally looked up at him and sucked in her breath. God, he’s so handsome, she thought as she stared up at him.

            “I don’t expect you to wait up for me,” he said softly. “I don’t know how late I’ll be.”

            She shrugged and returned her attention to the papers strewn around her. Michael frowned as he left the suite. He didn’t understand why he felt troubled as he headed downstairs to the ballroom.

 

All through the long evening Michael smiled and made friendly small talk with his guests but his mind kept straying to the guest in his suite upstairs. Amy, finally exasperated with him, pulled him aside.

“Michael, is everything okay? Are you feeling well?” she asked.

“Everything’s fine,” he replied, startled by her actions. “Why?”

“You just seem preoccupied this evening.”

“We’re supposed to get a rather large shipment tomorrow. I’m not sure we have enough space to house them all.”

“We’ll be fine, Michael. I’ve gone over all the records myself. We have plenty of space. It’ll be a little crowded but that’s all. Quit worrying. You’re just borrowing trouble.”

“Yes, mother.” He smiled down at Amy and shoved her back into the crowd. “Have our guests been given any samples?”

“I have seven in the green room,” Amy replied.

“Good.” Michael patted her shoulder and moved away.

He watched their three newest customers carefully, following the around the room at a discreet distance. When one of the men finally headed toward the green room, Michael followed. He wanted to make sure the man was satisfied but he also didn’t want his assets harmed. Long ago he had learned that men new to this game could be rougher than necessary. He would not tolerate the mistreatment of his property for any reason. When he stepped into the green room he ignored the many acts going on around him and searched out the man he had followed. He found him in a back corner of the room.

The man has good taste, Michael thought as he watched his guest let his hands roam over a tiny brunette with large green eyes and full breasts. Her hands were locked together with padded handcuffs over her head. The chain short chain between the cuffs looped over a hook in the wall. A ball gag in her mouth displayed her pouty lips perfectly while they six-inch heels made her legs look splendid. The cuffs, ball gag and heels were all she wore. They were all a bright pink which matched the lipstick she wore perfectly. The guest’s hands roamed freely over her squirming body as he leered down at her.

Michael guessed the man to be around 5’ 9” while the buxom beauty was probably only 5’ 6” in her heels. The man loomed over her, letting his hands feel every curve of her body. He finally leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck then slowly bent his knees and let his mouth trail along her neck and chest until he finally found her nipple. He sucked lightly at first then opened his mouth wide over her tit. The man slid his lips back and forth over her boob several times then finally stopped at her nipple again. He must have bitten her because she squealed and jerked, trying to pull away from him. The man looked up at her as he slapped his hand across her round hips.

“Don’t worry, bitch, you’re not going anywhere. You’re all mine.”

The man bent down again and went to work on her other nipple. When she screamed behind the gag and tried to jerk away again, the man stood up and grabbed both nipples between his fingers. He squeezed hard, staring into her eyes.

“Stop squirming, you little whore,” he growled at her.

She grunted pleadingly at him and tried to pull away. He jerked his hands away from her, pulling her nipples painfully. Walking a few steps away he grabbed a large dildo from a nearby table and turned back to her. He had a determined look on his face as he approached her again.

“You think that hurt, bitch? You ain’t felt anything yet. You keep fightin’ me, I’ll shove this thing up your ass dry.”

Michael had seen and heard enough. He walked over to the young man and grabbed the large dildo from the man’s hand. The guest whirled around angrily.

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m playing with this bitch!”

“I’m the host,” Michael said evenly. “And you’ve overstepped the bounds. I will not tolerate cruelty. I’ll ask you once to leave.”

“What if I’m not done yet?”

Two large, burly men appeared instantly behind Michael.

“You’re done,” Michael said softly before turning around and walking away. He ignored the man’s shouts as the bouncers drug him out of the room. Michael stopped just before he reached the door then turned around and went back to the tiny brunette. He removed the ball gag from her mouth and stared down at her. She looked up at him in fear. “What’s your name?”

“Me’Lisa,” she whispered.

Michael let his eyes roam down over her naked form then back up again.

“How long have you been here?”

“One – one week.”

He stared at her a few more minutes the reached above her head to her hands. She felt his hands on hers then he lifted her arms, forcing her to stretch even more. He lifted her arms from the hook and dropped them in front of her but didn’t release his hold on her. Without saying a word he turned and led her across the room. She was afraid he would drag her out because his legs were so much longer than hers but he kept his stride short so she could easily keep up with him. When they left the room she could hear party noises and grew frightened thinking he was taking her to the party for everyone to use. Instead, he led her away from the sounds into a large office. He closed the door when they entered and led her to a chair in front of a large dark-colored desk.

The man released her hands long enough to cross the room to a closet and remove a coat. He returned to her side and draped the coat over her shoulders. It was much too large for her but at least it kept her warm. He wrapped the coat around her and tied the belt around her waist then motioned to the chair behind her.

“Sit.”

She did as he ordered and sat down in the leather armchair in front of the desk. He reached forward and pulled her arms from under the coat toward a small chain attached to the front of the desk. Quickly, he knelt in front of her and locked her handcuffs to the small chain.

“I’ll be back for you in a little while. Nobody will bother you here.”

“Thank you,” she whispered as he rose to his feet.

He started to walk away when she spoke. He stopped and turned back to her, looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

Michael left the office and returned to the party. He spent another hour mingling with his guests then went in search of Amy. He finally found her on the patio.

“Amy,” he called to her and watched as she separated herself from the group she was talking to and made her way to him. “I’m going upstairs now. Keep an eye on the newest customers and make sure they behave themselves. I’ve already had to remove one of them.”

“Yes, Michael. I will. Are you feeling ill?”

“No, I’m…a bit preoccupied,” he replied with a smile she was quite familiar with.

“I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed in the morning.” She returned his smile and gave him a knowing nod.

He turned away, heading for the office to retrieve his prize.

 

Ren lay awake in her room and listened to the sounds of the suite. She heard Michael return from the party and knew he was not alone. The muffled voices she heard told her someone was with him. Wondering when the visitor would leave so she could pretend to have an accidental encounter with Michael in the hallway, Ren was surprised when she heard the door to Michael’s bedroom open and close. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as she wondered who was with him.

Michael pulled Me’Lisa into his suite and closed the door quietly, trying not to disturb Ren. He led his captive beauty into the living room and told her to sit on the sofa. She sat silently, waiting for what would come next. He poured them each a glass of wine and turned to see her staring at him with eyes full of fear. He set the glasses on the low table in front of her and knelt next to her knees. Gently, he removed the spiked heels and let his hands roam up her legs to grasp her hands, clasped together in the handcuffs over her knees. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a key chain with master keys on it. Quickly, he released her hands from the handcuffs and laid them aside. He slipped the keys back into his pocket and handed her a glass of wine.

“How old are you, Me’Lisa?”

“Twenty-three,” she whispered.

He sipped his wine and stared at her.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked.

She swallowed hard and let her eyes slide from his face to the glass she held in both hands. He cupped her chin in his left hand and raised her head.

“Me’Lisa?”

“You – you frightened me.” Her voice was so soft it was barely audible.

“I won’t hurt you, Me’Lisa.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” she finally asked.

Michael studied her for several seconds. He slowly stood and moved to sit next to her on the sofa. She shivered when he sat down beside her. He was so close to her, he could feel her shiver.

“Me’Lisa, have you ever had sex?”

She stifled a sob and gripped the wine glass in her hands tighter. Michael reached over with his left hand and gently caressed her long dark hair.

“It’s okay, Me’Lisa. I’ll be gentle with you, I won’t hurt you.”

“Please…I don’t want –”

When she turned to look at him Michael covered her lips with his. He set his glass aside and took hers from her hands. That glass quickly found its way to the table as well. With his hands free, Michael pulled Me’Lisa to him. His left hand tangled in her long tresses while his right hand caressed and lightly pinched her nipples. Her stiff, tight muscles quickly relaxed under his expert touch. She slid down on the sofa and released a low moan. Michael pulled back to look down at her with a smile.

“Still afraid of me?” he whispered.

She nodded but her hands were busy with the buttons of his shirt. He laughed lightly and pulled her hands away.

“Not yet, pet.” He groaned softly when he stood up. He pulled her to her feet with him.

Staring down at her, he bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers again. He applied gentle pressure against her lips until they parted then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored its depths. His hands slid around and over her supple body. The fingers of his left hand played with her nipples while his right hand kneaded her hips, pushing her against his full, hard erection. Suddenly, he pulled away from her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her down a long hallway and into a room at the end. He carefully opened the door without setting her down then kicked it closed behind them. His long strides carried them to the large bed at the center of the room quickly. He placed Me’Lisa in the center of the bed then kicked his shoes off and joined her.

She lay on her back and stared up at him, her green eyes hooded with lust but still holding a hint a fear. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her naked body, letting his hips rest lightly against her pelvis. Staring into her eyes he reached down and ran his hands over her large breasts, kneading them tenderly. Her eyes slowly drooped closed and he leaned down to suck on her nipples, easing his body further down her shorter length. Her hands moved up to caress his face and her fingers slowly twined through his hair. When he pulled away from her tits he looked up to see her staring at him. He rested his elbows on either side of her shoulders and cupped her face in his hands.

“What?” he whispered.

“I don’t even know your name,” she replied softly, a tremor in her voice.

He smiled down at her and kissed her thoroughly.

“Michael,” he finally answered.

She gifted him with a timid smile. He kissed the corner of her mouth the covered her mouth with his, slipping his tongue between her lips again. His hands teased her nipples as his right leg slid between her legs. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt again and, this time, he didn’t stop her. She undid the buttons of the shirt and slid her hands inside, feeling the hardness of his chest. Her hands ran up over his shoulders and pushed his shirt down over his back. He shrugged the garment away without breaking their kiss.

Me’Lisa groaned into his mouth when his right hand slid between her legs and found her warm slit. He laughed lightly when he felt the wetness there. His mouth moved slowly down her neck to her latch on to her right nipple while the fingers of his left hand played with her left. His right hand teased her clit mercilessly then slid away, his fingers sliding inside her and teasing her there.

“Oh, God, please…” she cried.

“Please, what?” he asked innocently.

“Please, Michael,” she panted.

He returned his mouth to her nipple and his fingers pinched and teased her clit.

“Please, Michael, God, please…”

She squirmed under him, trying to push her hips up to make his fingers hit the right spot but he wouldn’t oblige her. He laughed wickedly and pulled away from her.

“No!” she cried. “Please, Michael…” She reached for him as he moved away to climb from the bed.

“I’ll be back, pet.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned and fell back onto the bed.

Michael quickly undressed and returned to her side. She grabbed him around the waist when he laid down next to her and pulled him to her.

“My goodness, Me’Lisa,” he teased. “I thought you’d never had sex before.”

“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “You make me feel so wonderful.”

“Does that mean you aren’t afraid of me anymore?”

“Please, Michael…” She tried to kiss him but he held her at bay.

“What do you want, Me’Lisa?”

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Make love to me.”

He grabbed her wrists roughly and pulled her to him.

“I don’t make love to anyone, Me’Lisa.” The coldness in his voice awoke the fear in her. She stared at him with wide eyes. “I have sex.” He stared into her wide green eyes. “Is that what you want, Me’Lisa? Do you want to have sex with me?”

She worked her mouth but no sounds came out. When a tear crept from her eyes,  she thought for a moment he would strike her. Instead, he shoved her away from him and climbed from the bed. He stalked from the room and slammed the door as he left. She curled up in a tight ball and hugged herself, letting the tears come.

Ren heard the door slam and wondered what had happened. Should I go check, she wondered to herself. She battled with indecision for several long moments. Finally, she had to know what was going on. She got out of bed, grabbed a robe and slipped it on. She belted the robe around her then headed out into the rest of the suite. Slowly, she walked down the hallway, not sure what she would find. She had her head down watching her footing in the darkness and didn’t see Michael until she almost ran into him. They both stopped, pulled up short by running into the other. She certainly wasn’t prepared for running into him in the hallway when he was naked.

“Michael – I – I’m sorry. I heard the door – I thought something – I…I’m sorry.” She turned away in embarrassment and tried to flee back down the hall. Michael caught her arm and stopped her.

“It’s my fault, Ren. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Th – that’s okay,” Ren replied, trying to keep her eyes averted. “G-good night.”

She pulled free of his grasp and fled back to her room. When the door closed behind her she leaned against it, breathing heavily.

Michael watched Ren rush back to hide in her room. He hadn’t meant to wake her, he just wasn’t used to sharing his suite. He poured himself another drink and swallowed it in one gulp.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he muttered to himself.

Setting his glass aside he turned and walked back to his room. When he closed the bedroom door and looked up he saw Me’Lisa huddled on the bed. Shaking his head at himself, he crossed the room and sat down next to her. She flinched when he laid his hand on her arm.

“Me’Lisa, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I’ve had a very long week and, unfortunately, I took it out on you. I’m sorry for that.”

She didn’t respond; she didn’t say anything or move. He sighed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her close, he rocked her gently and let his hands play through her hair. As she quieted he slowly began to kiss her head and cheek, eventually working his way to her lips. When she started to respond to his kisses he let his hands start to wander over her body again. She was soon moaning in his arms once more. Even if Michael didn’t make love, he certainly knew how to make a woman enjoy sex.

He pulled back the blankets and laid Me’Lisa on the sheets of his bed then climbed in next to her. His hands continually caressed her most sensitive parts. She screamed into climax gripping his shoulders and pulling him to her as he sucked her tits and pinched her clit. When it finally passes and she started to come down he moved on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance.

Michael’s expert hands started to play his companion again. She responded immediately, beginning to moan and gasp. He gently rubbed her clit and sucked on her nipples, getting her aroused. He slipped a finger inside her wet and slippery slit while he still teased her clit with another finger. A second finger soon joined the first inside her, then a third, then a fourth while he pressed against her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, God, Michael, please,” Me’Lisa moaned. “I need it so bad.”

“Me’Lisa, I want to take you,” Michael whispered. “I want to enter you.”

“Yes! Please, yes!”

He nuzzled at her neck and pinched her nipples with his free hand.

“It’ll hurt when I break your hymen but only for a few minutes,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll make it worth the pain.”

“Please, Michael!” Me’Lisa wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer.

He slipped his prick inside her warm, wet slit and started to push. When he felt her hymen he stopped.

“No!” she cried. “Oh, God, it hurts but I want you!”

“I want you,” Michael said softly. “The pain won’t last, pet.”

He pushed again and felt her tighten against him. He waited until she relaxed again then shoved hard, breaking through the blockage and pushing into her velvet walls as far as he could. She screamed and pushed at him but he held her tight and waited for the storm to pass.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, God,” she whimpered.

When she quieted and he felt her relax again he started to move slowly in and out. She tensed again at first but then relaxed and started to move with him. His right hand slid down between them and worked on her clit again as he moved in and out of her, pushing deeper with each thrust. He could feel her orgasm building again and began to his own as well. He bent his head forward and nibble at her tits while he played with her clit and drove in and out, in and out. She curled her legs around his hips and grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him as her second orgasm overtook her. When she hit her peak he exploded inside her, filling her with his seed.

Thank god she thought , as she hurried down the pathway there was a group of about 5 black guys smoking weed and drinking sitting on the steps of a appartment. They started whispering low as she grabbed the phone and put her money in . Dialed and got no dialtone no nothing , she sighed and looked around. Then mustered up enough courage to approach the group.

A tall man probally in his early 30's cornrowed hair and a beer in hand was talking to the guys.  "Yo and then right these motherfuckers got scared and they tried ta leave " She spoke in a low voice , she was about almost 18 and it showed. "Excuse me um do you know where a phone that works is ?" He stopped telling his story and turned around to look at Melissa . "What ? Man sugar there aint no phones that work here baby. This is the progect's girl, but you give me 3 dollars and Ill let you use my phone its inside. " She sighed and decided she dident have much of a choice and agreed .

She handed him the money and he led her in.  The house was small a studio a bed there messy and the fan on . There was little in the way of furnature he stepped out as she dialed the number.  She reached a recording , damn she thought . She left a message and then tried another number , the man now had walked back into the house with the other guys.

He closed the door and locked it she turned around and the guys were smiling at her. She just made a mistake she figured, the man who let her use the phone hung the phone up and smiled . "Look here fella's we gots ourself a white bitch ! What do ya think we should do ?" She backed up and bumped into one of the men . He pushed her and she fell onto the bed.

One of the guys spoke, "Well I say she gives us all a blow job or we beat this bitch down ! " A few agreed and the man who owned the house reached for her tit and she tried to back away . He grabed the sweater and grunted" Listen here bitch you go along with this and you wont get hurt . Understand ? " She started to cry and shook her head yes and he smiled as he instructed her to take her sweater off and show them her white tits .

She pulled her sweater off and sat on the bed one of the guys had pulled his dick out and was stroking it . Melissa had never seen a dick that big ever ! She was beging to get really scared as the Man pulled her bra off letting her tits fly . Soon there were hands on her tits . Someone grabbed her hand and it was soon filled with a black dick then the other hand had another in it .

The Man had his dick out and it was nearly 9 inches and very thick he grabbed her by the hair and led her mouth to his dick. She opened up and was choked by the mans massive cock . He slammed it in and out of her as she was stroking the other two cocks . Then he pulled his dick out of her mouth and another dick pushed into her throat . This continued for about a hour as now the guys had her skirt off and panties .

She lay on the bed totally exsposed as the Man climbed onto her and pushed his cock into her tight pussy . She screamed then had a dick shoved in her mouth as he started to fuck her . After some strokes he pulled out of her and a fat black guy the called Luni got on. He pushed his cock into her as she sat crying. The guys all lined up taking turns fucking her , then she was sat down on the Mans cock as another pushed into her ass . She cried and they started to fuck her . She dident know what a orgasim was but she had a few in this time .

After each guy had a turn in her ass they all lined around her and started to cum all over her . The Man then tossed her a towel and the guys got up and dressed and left. She then got dressed and pleaded to use the phone again. The Man said no and instead drove her to the edge of the "hood" and opened the door...."Get out bitch dont come back here ya hear?"

She nodded and the car screetched off as she cried and headed down the street wich lead to her home.