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Solo Bondage Fun

justjim on Forced Stories

"Mmmpppfff !" was the only sound Sally could make as she strained to
move another few inches across the rug. The way her mouth was gagged
prevented her from saying anything other than some very muffled grunts.
She was sweating quite a bit now - after all, she had been in this
predicament for a little better than two hours now, and she still had a good
way to go before she could reach the kitchen and her escape knife. She
stopped to give her aching muscles a rest and to give her raw feeling skin a
respite from the carpet.

Sally had been eagerly anticipating this day for over a week. She actually
had a Saturday all to herself, and had laid careful plans to make good use
of
it. She had been "into" self-bondage fo
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r better a year now, but this was
the
first time she had really put herself in a bondage that she felt it would be
very difficult to get out of. Most of the time,she just simply tied her
ankles
and knees with a couple of pieces of nylon rope, taped her mouth with some
sticky duct tape, put a vibrator between her legs, then tied her hands
behind
her back with some more of the nylon rope. The vibrator would do it's
thing,
and after about 15 minutes, she would undo the knots on her wrist ropes
immediately after she had come. She had gotten quite good at tying her
hands rather tightly behind her, but the nylon rope didn't knot up too
tightly
for her to undo it after a few minutes of picking at the knots. She always
kept a sharp steak knife handy - one with a serrated blade that would saw
through rope easily - a few feet away from her on the bed.

Today, though, things were considerably different. She had been in New
York City last month on a business trip and had stopped in an "Adult"
bookstore while seeing the sights in Times Square. She had led a fairly
sedate life in the small town she had her law practice in, considering her
fantasies of being tied up, and occasionally tying herself, an "unusual" but
really harmless vice she chose to indulge in. Most men seemed to care
little
for what she wanted out of sex - never actually satisfying the way her
orgasms felt when she was tied. So she dated occasionally, but depended
on herself to satisfy her needs. The bookstore she stopped in seemed to be
dedicated almost totally to bondage. She had never dreamed she would see
so many magazines showing heavily bound women, and they actually had
displays of gags, handcuffs, etc. She almost bought one of the ball gags -
it
looked really sexy to her - but the outrageous price stopped her. She did
pick up several of the magazines though, and had read them from cover to
cover, imagining herself the woman in every picture. She had determined
that she would figure out a way that she could tie herself like the women
she
saw in the pictures. The magazines had several letters from readers in
them, and several of them were from people, like her, that enjoyed tying
themselves up. She read the descriptions of what they had done with great
interest, and make up her mind she would try to REALLY tie herself the next
time she got a good chance.

She had woken up early this morning, excited at the prospect of being tied
for a long time, in much stricter bondage than she had ever used before.
She quickly made some coffee, and got out her box from the closet. The
box had her rope, tape, and vibrators in it. She had added a few purchases
this week though. She already had a six-inch vibrating dildo that she had
gotten a year ago - this was the one she had used on herself in the past.
It
had two new partners now. One was a five-inch long, really smooth dildo,
and the other was a quite thick, ten-inch long dildo. She put new alkaline
batteries in all the dildoes' battery packs, turning each one on to test it.
She took off her nightgown, smiling at what her staid law firm would think
if
they saw her parading around her apartment in the nude. She was actually
a little surprised at herself -she was usually the type that would
immediately
cover herself with a towel getting out of the shower even though she lived
by
herself. She got out her escape knife, and took it to the kitchen, passing
through her dining room and living room to do so. This way, her knife was
three rooms away from her.

Returning to her bedroom, she put her box of ropes on the edge of the foot
of the bed, and began taking out coils of rope. She had quite bit more rope
now - she had bought LOTS more of the nylon rope, and had bought several
packages of cotton clothesline to add to that. She had cut the rope up into
varying lengths to use with the plan she had worked out for herself. She
had
never tied her breasts before, so she decided to start with that. She
passed
a length of the nylon rope around her and pulled it up over her breasts
until
it was an inch above her tits. She then pulled it taut, wrapping the rest
of the piece of rope around her until she had a band of rope snugly around
her, filling in the area from the top of her breasts to the bottom of her
armpits. The band of rope felt good - it was hugging her nicely, and her
breasts were pushed both up and out by the pressure of the ropes. She put
a similar band of rope around her from just below her breasts to about
halfway down to her belly button. She looked in the mirror, and smiled at
the
sight of her two breasts sticking out from between the wide bands of white
rope. She got out two ten-foot long pieces of the cotton rope - the
magazines said that it didn't slip as easily, and made tight knots - and
then
put a cinch loop in of the free ends of both pieces of rope. She put one of
the cinch loops around the base of her left breast and pulled the loop tight
until her breast bulged out like a balloon. She then wrapped the rest of
that
rope round and round the base of her breast, knotting it tight when she got
to
the other end. In another minute, her right breast was tied the same way.
Although her breasts hurt some from the tight ropes, they looked fantastic
in
the mirror - she now had a real set of what men would describe as "jugs".
She had seen pictures of women tied like this in the magazines, and found
that she now knew why - her nipples were jutting out like twin towers. She
had never seen, or felt, her nipples so aroused.

She stood up and used a fairly long piece of rope to tie her waist snugly
with
about ten loops of rope cinching in her waist. She then tied one free end
of
another ten-foot piece of cotton rope to the middle of the waist ropes
behind
her. She let it dangle down between her legs and got the new tube of KY-
Jelly out of the box. She put a generous amount of it on her finger, and
bending over, lubricated her asshole by sticking the finger all the way up
in
it. She repeated this three times until it felt like her ass was full
off the stuff. She put a thick coat of the jelly on the five-inch and six-
inch dildoes. She took the five-inch dildo and slowly worked it into her
ass.
It felt huge at first - she had never had anything up her ass before - but
finally the whole length was in. She could feel the head of it pressing up
against the back of her vagina. Holding it in her ass with her left hand,
she
inserted the whole length of the six-inch dildo in her vagina. Pressing
them
both in with the fingers of one hand, she used the other hand to pull the
rope
in between her legs, making sure it passed over the base of both of the
dildoes, then poking it up and through the middle of her waist ropes in
front.
She pulled it taut, then passed it in between her legs, cinching to the
waist
ropes, ten times. The dildoes were now TIED in her with enough tight rope
so that there was no way they could work out of her filled vagina and
penetrated ass.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and went to work on her legs next.
She found it was harder to bend over to tie your ankles when both of your
holes are full, but she got a good eight-inch band of rope tight around her
ankles. She used the last couple of feet of the rope to make cinch loops in
between her ankles. This made the ropes quite tight - she liked the feel of
tightness. Before she started to tie the rest of her legs, she tied a short
piece of the cotton rope to the back of the cinch loops on her ankle ropes.
She let the free end of this lay out to the side on the floor. She then
tied
wide bands of rope above and below her knees, pulling cinch loops through
to tighten them like she done on her ankles. She looped the free end of a
real long piece of rope around her thighs, pulling tightly enough to sink
the
rope in her thighs a little. Before she finished tying her thighs, she put
the
big dildo in between her thighs, taking care that the head of the dildo was
pushing into her clitoris. Since the dildo was going to be tied there by
her
thigh ropes, she made sure it would stay put. The rest of the rope was then
wrapped tightly around her thighs, locking the dildo into place. Her legs
had
never been so tightly tied before - she found she couldn't even wiggle them
back and forth. She almost came to the point of orgasm then - and she
hadn't even turned on the vibrators in the dildoes yet!

Sally thought she had better take care of her gag next, since that couldn't
be
done once she had tied her hands. She folded up a washcloth so it made a
wad about two inches thick and two inches wide. This she then put in the
middle of a scarf which was then folded over the wad several times to trap
the wad in the middle of the scarf. Sally knotted the scarf on both sides
of
the wad so it would be impossible to move out of her mouth. She opened
her mouth wide and stuffed the wad all the way into her mouth. It really
packed her mouth completely so she had to shove it in hard to get the whole
wad in. Satisfied that her mouth was now quite thoroughly stuffed, she
passed the free ends of the scarf around the back of her head, pulled them
as tight as she could, and then knotted it with two really tight knots. She
decided to test her gag and yelled as loudly as she could, getting a
thoroughly muffled "Mmmppfff" as the only sound that came out through her
tightly packed mouth. She loved the really helpless feeling that being well
gagged gave her - she had always used tape before, but found that it was
too easy to get off her mouth if she used her tongue to wet it. And if she
pulled the tape all the way round her head to prevent that, then she had to
contend with the sticky mess getting it out of her hair. This gag really
gagged her and was quite impossible to get out without her hands free. Her
next move was to turn on the dildoes. She turned on all three of them,
putting them at medium speed, then shoved the battery packs underneath
her thigh ropes so they would be totally out of reach.

Moving quickly now - the dildoes were almost putting her over the edge - she
got out two last pieces of cotton rope, both about twelve feet long. She
tied
a slip loop in the free end of both pieces,making one of the loops larger
than
the other. She made sure she could reach both of the ropes from in back of
her by putting one just in back of her left hip, with the other one in back
of
the right hip. She put her arms in back of her and slipped the large loop
up
her arms until it was just above her elbows. She then pulled the slack out
of
the slip loop until her elbows were about three inches apart. She then
wrapped most of the rest of the rope around her arms above her elbows until
there was about three feet of the rope left. She tossed the free end up and
over her elbow loops, then repeated this twice more so that she now had
three cinch loops over the elbow ropes. She pulled the free end and yanked
it several times until her elbows were now about an inch and a half apart
behind her. She tossed it over one more time, letting that loop hang loose
enough that she was able to pass the free end through it. This she then
yanked tight. The cotton rope took care of cinching that loop tight. Sally
then made two discoveries - the first was that her bound elbows made her
breasts jut out even more, making her breast ropes quite a bit tighter. Her
second discovery was that there was no way she could reach the slip knot
she had made - her elbows were now quite helplessly tied. She knew that if
she tied her wrists now, there would be no escape until she got to the
kitchen
and the knife.

She had waited too long for this to stop now, so she pulled the slip loop
from
the last piece of rope over her wrists, then pulled the slip loop tight.
She
quickly used her fingers to loop the rest of the rope around her wrists.
She
had found that if she made a loop over the top of one wrist, then under the
other wrist - making kind of an "X" of ropes in between her wrists - that
she
could tie her wrists together quite nicely. Once she got to about two feet
of
rope left, she passed the free end in between her wrists, then over the
ropes.
She repeated this five times, pulling out all of the slack each time. She
made another loop over her wrist ropes, leaving slack so she could pull the
free end through. This was then yanked tight, locking the cotton rope into
an
non-slipping cinch loop. She repeated this twice more, knowing that her
wrists were now tied, cinched, and quite impossible to get loose without a
knife. Sally knew that she was now quite thoroughly tied up, with no way
out
other than cutting herself loose. She hesitated a moment, then thought
"What the hell - this is what I have been wanting and dreaming about - go
ahead and finish it!"

She turned sideways on the edge of the bed and lowered herself carefully so
that her legs were now bent beneath her. She fumbled for the free end of
the rope she had tied to her ankle ropes earlier. She found it and passed
it
over her wrist ropes then back down to her ankles. She passed it
underneath the ankle cinch loops then knotted it tight at her ankles. She
let
herself lean against the end of bed and slowly slid down the rest of the way
to the floor. She laid there on her side for a moment, feeling the
beginnings
of a truly awesome orgasm shoot through her. She had the wild impulse to
roll over so her now throbbing tits would be mashed into the rug. With
great
effort she did so, feeling the rough carpet bite into her bound breasts.
She
spasmed, screaming into her gag as two back to back, earth shattering
orgasms swept through her body. She was panting and sweating now, but
was glad to be gagged as she was sure her screams of pure pleasure would
have roused the whole apartment building!

She squirmed against her ropes, finding that she had done a really masterful
job on herself. She could not get any slack in her arms at all, thanks to
the
tight hog tie she had put herself in. She also found that she could not
reach
the knot at her ankles to undo her hog tie. She tried moving her body
across
the carpet and found that with great effort, she could move about two inches
at a time - she also felt her breasts being rubbed by the rough carpet.
After
ten minutes, she was really sweating, but had almost made it to the bedroom
door. She decided to rest her aching body, and since the vibrators were
still
buzzing merrily away, had yet another mind-bending orgasm. She considered
her predicament - she was still two whole rooms away from her knife,
she was quite helplessly bound, gagged, and hog-tied, and every time she
moved she just simply excited her body more as her naked nipples ground
against the carpet - every time she rested, the vibrators took over and
BOOM! off she went again.

"I have been at this for two hours now" though Sally as her thoughts came
back to the present, " and my body aches like crazy, my breasts feel like
raw
meat, I have had nine orgasms, and I still have to get through the living
room." She kept working at it, and a half hour, and two more orgasms later,

finally made it to the kitchen. She cut her hog tie rope and had to rest
for
five minutes before she had worked up the strength to cut her wrist ropes.
She really had to work to cut the elbow ropes, but finally set herself
free. She turned off the vibrators, and untied the rest of her ropes,leaving
a
huge pile of rope in the middle of the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Sally was sitting in a hot bath, feeling completely wiped
out as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. Sally thought about the
experience she had put herself through and said "Well, it'll be a while
before
I do THAT to myself again - I may even wait until tomorrow!!!!"

Rape Of Manny

TheBiff1 on Forced Stories

This story is done from a dream I had and its only Fantasy
and wanted to post it for readers to read and give me their
opinions on if it's real or fantasy..
 
My name is Allen. I'm a 46 year old male, athletic type who lives in Florida,and late one night, I was browsing myspace, and was introduced to Manny. She is 18 and from the same area. She is a college student at a local college, and we began talking every night and began swapping fantasies and things we would like to venture into. We talked every night on msn, and began talking more sexual as we talked. We then exchanged phone numbers and began having phone sex every night. We talked about meeting in person, but we never got the chance. So for 3 weeks, we talked online and had our phon

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e sex making each other extremely horny for each other.Manny is a virgin and has never been touched by a man or has touched a man either, and I guess I got turned on by the fact she was pure. But I had evil intentions that she was unaware of. She is an 18 year old sexy hot black girl. She is 5'4",around 115lbs., has very perky shaped 34 B cup tits with quarter size nipples, and a very nice shaped ass which I had seen on her webcam a few times. I had become very attached to Manny over the few weeks I had got to know her. She had gotten attached to me as I had planned on getting her over to my place so I could teach her how sex is suppose to be. I kept my burning desire for her to myself. We talked on Wednesday night and she was free on Friday night and I was too, so we decided to meet at my place on Friday night around 8pm.Friday came and we talked before the time of her arrival.

I told her how to get to my place, and what apartment I lived in. All day I had been thinking about how I could get her to have sex. Drugging her or getting her drunk, was not what I had planned because then I could get in to trouble for doing that. All I could think of was the fantasy she had told me one night, and it kept running through my head. As the time got closer for her to arrive, I began to sweat and my palms got sweaty and I was walking all over my apartment telling myself not to act on my desire, but it was to much for me to deal with, so I turned all my lights off in my apartment and waited for her to arrive.I had cracked my door so I could see when she walked past my door, which I had lied and told her that I lived upstairs. I saw her walking up the walkway. She was so beautiful and innocent looking and my mind was going back and fourth “do you really want to do this?” So when she walked in the hallway to the stairs, I reached out and put my hand around her mouth and my other hand went around her waist. I pulled her into my dark apartment and pushed the door shut with my foot. I could feel her body shaking in fear, and scared of what is about to happen to her. I whispered in her ear very deep and firm, “Do not scream or yell, and you will not be hurt, but if you do then I will be forced to do harm to you.” At this point I was another person to her, so I walked her into my dark bedroom and through her down on my bed. She was telling me, “don't”, as she was crying and begging like a little kid who was lost. So I reached above her head, grabbed one arm and began to tie it up, and reached over and tied the other arm up. I grabbed a piece of duct tape and covered her mouth, then I was turned on by being in control of this hot sexy young 18 yr old virgin. She kept mumbling under the tape I drew my hand back, and slapped her face and told her to shut the fuck up!!!! I got off of her. I took her shoes off then unbuttoned her jeans and grabbed the sides and jerked her jeans off. She tried to kick her legs as I grabbed the sides of her sexy lacey panties and ripped them off of her. As I felt her body twitching and shaking, I got to her buttoned up blouse, grabbed it with my hand and just ripped it off, revealing her hot chest and stomach, I grabbed her bra and unfastened it to reveal her perky hot young tits with quarter size nipples, then I kissed her neck and licked her ear and told her, “This is gonna be so good for you.”

I took her young perky tits and squeezed them with my hands as hard as I could. I lowered my head and began to suck her virgin nipples into my mouth as I tasted her soft beautiful brown skin, and sucked her nipples until she was arching her back off the bed in pleasure. Then I worked my way down her flat stomach until I reached her hairless pussy, and took my hands and held her legs apart so I could lick and suck her virgin clit into my hot mouth and taste her virgin pussy juice in my mouth and tongue. As I slid my finger into her tight small pussy, being careful not to break her hymen, I removed my finger and licked it dry. Then, I worked my tongue all over her soft virgin pussy, making her back arch off the bed making her clit begin to swell from my tongue working her clit over and over until she orgasmd on my tongue.By this time, my cock was rock hard and throbbing. I licked across her virgin asshole and forced my tongue inside of her ass. As I felt her tense up, I jammed my tongue deep inside of her ass as she arched off the bed an moaned under the tape. I removed my tongue and got on top of her, feeling her body trembling, I told her I was gonna remove the tape and she had better not scream. She nodded okay, so I removed the tape. She said, “why are you doing this to me? I came to see my boyfriend and he will be looking for me, so let me go please. I will do anything!” And I said, “shut the fuck up whore!” As I slapped her pretty little face again, then I sat down on her tits then took my thick cock and forced my cock into her virgin mouth. As I pushed my cock into her mouth, I felt her trying to push it back out, so I grabbed her hair and jammed my cock all the way down her throat up to my balls. I could tell she was gagging, so I just pushed my cock deeper into her mouth as I called her a fucking whore and a little cock sucker.

I pumped my hard cock in and out of Manny's virgin mouth, telling her to suck it harder, as I reached behind my body and slapped her perky tits as she sucked my cock like a pro. Then I pulled my cock out and slid my body down hers as I rubbed my cock on her tits, I lowered my cock down her body and got between her legs and placed the head of my thick cock onto her virgin pussy lips. As she felt my cock touching her pussy, she began to beg, “Please no! Don't do this! You can't, I am saving myself for my boyfriend. Please don't, I’m begging you!” I slapped her face and put my hand around her neck to choke her as I forced my cock inside her virgin pussy. I felt her pussy stretch around my cock and felt her hymen pop. She was still telling me to stop as I pushed my cock deeper into this hot tight little virgin pussy. She arched her back off the bed and said, “OH GOD NO!” I started to move my cock in and out of her tight little pussy with more force and going deeper as she was crying like a little girl.My cock was feeling how hot and tight her little pussy was. I grabbed her legs and pressed them down onto her stomach and began to fuck her with so much more force. She was moaning and crying and still begging for me to stop as I slapped her face telling her to shut the fuck up and slapping her tits calling her such a dirty fucking little whore and that she deserves this. My cock pounded deeper into her as I felt her getting wetter and her pussy beginning to throb as I fucked her little tight pussy like it was mine to keep. She began to moan and twitch wildly saying, “OH MY GOD! I’M GONNA CUM THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!” Her body tensed up as she began to orgasm all over my cock as I kept fucking Manny's little pussy hard and rough, slapping her tits and her face, treating her like the little whore she had talked about being. Then I pulled my cock out just as I was close to cumming, then sat on her tits and jacked my thick cock and began to cover Manny's face with my hot sticky cum. Some went into her mouth as I shoved my cock into her mouth and told her to suck my cock dry. I felt the rest of my cum dripping out of my cock as she sucked my cock hard making sure she got it dry. I got up and walked into the bathroom and got a towel and wiped her face off and untied her arms and told her to get her clothes and to get her nasty ass out of here.

She jumped off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and ran out the door. As she was running, I walked outside and she ran into me. She was shaking and crying saying she was so sorry that she had been raped. I said, “It’s okay, lets go inside.” We walked into my apartment, and I helped her get into the shower. As she got out, she said, “Let me suck your cock,” and I said, “Why?” She said “ ‘Cause I want to taste it,” so she got down on her knees and pulled my cock out and sucked it. She jumped up and said “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I said “What?” She said, “Your cock tastes like my pussy does!” I kinda smiled and walked away. She said, “It was you…” and I said, “No, I would never do that.” With a half smile on my face thinking that she was used. She never knew until she comes over every Friday now to be raped and treated like a whore an a slut.

Police Brutality

wetpussybondageslut on Forced Stories

The story you are about to read is fiction and should in no way be taken to insult hard working police officers.

 

Some days are better than others.  Sheila had been having a rough day at work and only wanted to get home and take a bath and masturbate before bed.  Since her husband had left her, she had been working a couple jobs just to afford the house they had decided to buy in the country.  She did not know how much longer she could take it.  So when the police lights flashed and she heard the siren, she almost cried.  She had not been speeding and as far as she knew her tabs were up-to-date.  Quickly, though, she pulled over onto the side of the dark country road.  She bit her lip, preparing herself for the worst.

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officer who got out of the car behind her was very well built.  It made her wet just thinking about the bulge he must have in his pants, though she thought he was there to write her a ticket and it might cost her quite a bit to get out of this.  She squirmed a little as he came to the window.  She cried, fearing that the ticket would be way more than she could afford.  "Isn't there some way we can settle this, officer?" she asked.  "I am going to need you to step out of the car, ma'am," he said, looking very serious.  She did not know what to do but comply, since she was scared they might take her to jail unless she did as he said.  She could see his partner, a more stocky man, approaching the car as well, a strange grin on his face.

Suddenly, before she knew what was happening, the handsome police officer who had her leave her vehicle pressed her up against her car and was patting her down.  He stopped when he realized her panties were wet.  Hiking her skirt up, he pulled them down to her ankles.  What was he doing?  She started to fight him, to push him off of her.  She felt his strong hand grab her wrist and pull it down, slapping a handcuff on it and slapping the other one to the handle of her car door.  She was now trapped, locked to her car door with no panties on.  The police officer continued to grope her butt and grabbed the other hand, handcuffing it through the rolled down window to her steering wheel.  Her legs spread, her pussy dripped and she found it highly arousing in spite of her quite reasonable fears.  It was obvious the police officer and his partner were planning to rape her.

She was feeling humiliated and scared, but yet was getting horny in spite of herself.  The officer proceeded to remove her skirt, having her step out of it and her panties.  Her lower body was now fully exposed.  Then he began unbuttoning her top and slid the bra she was wearing down to expose her 36D breasts.  The evening air made her nipples harden and she wondered what he would do next.

The officer's partner pulled out a camera and started snapping pictures.  He was obviously just going to watch, at least she hoped so.  It was bad enough the one officer was going to rape her, but at least he was good looking.  The handsome one dropped his pants and began working his cock into her ass, which was quite painful but arousing at the same time.  She could not see it but it felt BIG, at least seven inches and thick.  He worked it into her virgin ass slowly.  It hurt and felt good at the same time, causing her pussy to gush.  He fingered her pussy, making her even more wet.  It was getting her so aroused that she was starting to hope she would fuck her dripping mound when he finished with her ass.  She was so turned on at that point she would let him do anything he wanted.  He pounded away on her ass for a good ten minutes before stopping.  "Do you want me to fuck you in your pussy now" he asked, knowing what her answer would be.   She nodded.  He had to know what her answer would be, since if she had not been enjoying it she could have lifted her leg and tried kicking him.  Not that it would have been a good idea.  "If you are a good girl, I will uncuff you afterwards."

 "Fuck me, please," she begged.  She was so turned on by all of this that she heard the words come out before she could stop them.  He smiled.  "Fuck  me now."  He slapped her face and then slid his cock up into her dripping pussy.  She leaned back hard, pushing it in deeper than he had wanted to go.  He pulled her hair.  "You stop being so demanding," he said.  "I make the rules here."  "Yes, sir," she whimpered.  "You make the rules.  Just please fuck me."

He smiled and pounded into her, finally cumming into her hard.  "You have been a good girl.  I think I shall take you home with me," he said, undoing the handcuffs and then cuffing her behind her back.  "I thought you were going to let me go," she said.  "In the morning, after we fuck a lot more."  She smiled.  

She tensed as he put a collar on her but relaxed as he put her in the back of the police car.  "I am your master now.  I will bring you back here in the morning but until then you will do everything I want."

"Yes, Master."  She smiled. 

More like CAMP FUCK. part 1

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Jamie tightened her ponytail and smiled, she couldn't say she was sorry to be here after all. After weeks of begging, her parents had finally convinced her to come to Camp Chukawaka. At age 17, camp was hardly the place she wanted to be spending 2 weeks but as the bus bounced across the pot holes, she began to enjoy the idea of spending some time away from the city. Her parents were traveling to Paris for a romantic get-a-way and the last person they'd wanted to take with them was their daughter but they didn't feel comfortable leaving her at home by herself. Even though she was almost 18, she was after all, their only child; so rather than leaving her home alone for 2 weeks or burdening some other parents with her, they'd dumped her at the camp and excitedly left for Paris.

            Jamie stared out the grimy window enjoying the view of the pine trees, the squirrels the birds, and the smell of fresh camp air. Not far off was a clearing which Jamie assumed was to be their camp ground. The yellow school bus chugged along to a stop and an excited mummer filled the bus. The woman who had been sitting at the front of the bus and chatting with the driver the entire trip stood up and began to speak.

 

“Okay teens, welcome to camp Chukawaka” she said! An applause filled the bus as people laughed and clapped cheerfully, happy to be at the camp.

“I hope you’re as excited to be here as I am, we’re going to have 2 weeks filled with lots of fun. All girl fun” she said

“Yah right bitch” yelled an angry girl at the back of the bus. That same girl had been the one throwing small pebbles at the other girls on the bus.

The lady ignored the girl and continued speaking. “Okay girls, grab your stuff and as you head out the bus I’ll give you a number, that number will tell you what cabin you’re to be in. Once you’re done putting your stuff into your cabins and getting comfortable, meet me back at the camp fire where I’ll introduce you to your camp counselors. ”

Jamie grabbed her duffel bag and sleeping bag and filed out the bus with the rest of the girls, as she got off the bus, the lady smiled at her warmly.

“Welcome, Jamie, we’ve been excited for your coming” she said.

Jamie smiled back as the lady handed her a card with the number 5 on it. As Jamie headed to her cabin, the annoying bleached blonde girl who had been causing trouble the entire bus ride and throwing rocks at the people on the bus began walking beside her.

“Hey, I’m Larissa” she said

“Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Jamie”

“I noticed you weren’t talking to anyone on the bus, so I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re new here like me”

“Yah, you guessed right” said Jamie quickly, trying to keep the conversation to a minimum

“So, which cabin are you in” said Larissa again without taking the hint

“ummm 5, I guess”

“same”

They walked in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before they got to the cabin. Once inside, Larissa claimed the bunk that was isolated from most of the other bunks at the very corner of the cabin. She threw her stuff on the top bunk and climbed to her bed inspecting for anything that she could complain about.

“Take the bed below mine” said Larissa

“Okay” said Jamie uncomfortably.

“I see you’re shy, don’t worry, once you hang out with me, the shyness will melt away like that” said Larissa gesturing with her hands. “So how’d you get stuck at this stupid all girl camp”

“My parents are going to Paris for their anniversary, how about you?”

“My dumb mom felt that I needed some time alone, like I’m gonna get that at a camp filled with a bunch of girls”

Their conversation was interrupted as a bunch of girls headed into their cabin chattering excitedly. There were 14 girls in the cabin including Jamie and Larissa. Jamie stared enviously as she saw that three of skinny blonde girls who looked like super models, probably size 0 or -1. Compared to them, Larissa and her looked obese, which of course they weren’t. At 17, Jamie was a few pounds overweight, but nothing that she couldn’t shed quickly with a few weeks at camp. She had a chestnut colored medium length curly hair which she always wore in a ponytail and large brown eyes with grey speckles close to her pupils. Her eyelashes were long, dark and curly. Her lips were a soft pink peachy color, full and pouty. She was a 38C cup and always hid her luscious curves under baggy clothing. Her ass was round, full and tight and attracted men and women from miles away. Larissa on the other hand didn’t have had bleached blonde hair and large grey eyes. Her chest looked like they'd been blown up like helium balloons and her ass was pert small and cute. Her lips were full, plump and pouty but also large; they were a dark red color. The most gorgeous thing about her entire body was her long sexy legs which seemed consume most of her body. Jamie watched enviously as the other girls chatted comfortably with each other. She wished she could join them but that would just be too weird. The three supermodel girls headed towards Jamie and Larissa smiling gleefully.

 

"Hey, I'm Shauna, Welcome to Camp. It's gonna be a blast here" said the most beautiful of the three.

"Thanks, I’m Jamie" mumbled Jamie, "so what exactly do you guys do here"

"Oh, you'll see soon enough" said Shauna smiling mischievously.

Shauna and her two other clones glared at Larissa before stalking off to hang out with the other girls. Jamie sighed wishing she were stick thin like the other girls before turning back to Larissa.

“Stupid bitches” muttered Larissa as she glared back at them.

“We heard that!” said one of the Shauna clones, “You are so gonna regret coming to camp you fucking whore”

Larissa rolled her eyes and bounced on her bed her short khaki shorts riding up her legs. She glanced at Jamie’s baggy unstylish blue t-shirt and long grandma Capri pants and grunted in disapproval. “You shouldn’t wear that you know, you’re really gorgeous and you have the curves in the right places, you know you should show it off”

“Gorgeous my butt” replied Jamie. “Look at those girls, now that is gorgeous, and why should I dress up anyway, there are no guys here. It’s an ALL GIRLS CAMP, remember

“If by gorgeous you mean an absolute bag of bones with no chest, no butt, no hips, then yes they are gorgeous and who says there has to be guys for you to strut your stuff”

“What do those girls have against you anyway”?

“Oh, you mean those idiots? I used to go to their high school and they were jealous because I had and still have it all, not meaning to brag” said Larissa laughing shortly. “Anyway like I said, I had beauty and brains and they….well they just have some beauty, they got their high marks by cheating their way and slutting their way through high school. Anyway, your beloved Shauna had a nerd boyfriend and she used to cheat off him in everything, anyway I convinced him to not let her that it wasn’t fair and he agreed. She failed the diploma exam and couldn’t graduate until she slutted her way with some of the teachers, then she tried to convince everyone that I slept around for my marks, stupid bitch”.

“Wow…..”

“Yah, I know, can’t believe we got stuck at the same camp, anyway let’s head to the campfire” as she tied her shirt behind her back exposing an absolutely flat stomach.

            Jamie and Larissa arrived at the camp fire later than everyone else but they managed to sneak in unnoticed.

“Welcome to camp Chukawaka” said the same lady on the bus as she handed out marshmallows to the girls. “We have over 52 girls here at camp and there are 26 more coming tomorrow”. The girls cheered as the camp director whistled. “Today, we’re going to start things off with a scavenger hunt. Divide yourselves into groups of four and try to go with people you’ve never met before. The hunt will start after you finish your snacks, each group will get a list of things they need to find and some things they need to do, which ever team completes their hunt first will receive the spirit stick and one full day at the Chukawaka spa. After the challenge is over, you’ll meet your counselors.” The girls cheered again chattering about the spa. “Okay girls, divide yourselves into teams”.

Jamie and Larissa looked around excitedly quickly trying to find two other girls to go with, but all the other girls were already in teams except for two teams which had just three girls. One of the teams happened to be the utterly gorgeous Shauna’s team.

“Looks like we’re going to have to split up, and I’m sorry there’s no way in hell I’m going with those three” said Larissa. Jamie looked at the only friend she’d made in camp so far and walked away from her to join Larissa.

“Okay girls, it’s 9:30pm, the scavenger hunt begins now!” screamed the camp director.

As the other teams ran off excitedly, Jamie watched as her team stayed put.

“I’m glad you’re on our team Jamie, we’re so gonna win this with you here” said Shauna pulling on one of Jamie’s curly chestnut locks”. The other girls surrounded Jamie breathing softly on her neck.

“Shouldn’t we get going, I mean the other girls are going to win and we don’t have much time” said Jamie feeling slightly uncomfortable at their closeness.

“Don’t worry, we get till 12:30 am, I’ve been here since I was 15, the rules haven’t changed, besides, we know where all the stuff are hidden, so just stick with me and drop that bitch Larissa and you’ll have fun here” said Shauna her cold lips just centimeters away from Jamie’s soft peachy ones. “I hope you can keep up during this hunt” said Shauna, and at once she and the clones began running.

Jamie followed behind them cutting swiftly through the trees as she ran out of breath. The three supermodels were in shape and were far ahead of her and they were barely in her visibility range. She groaned as she felt another twig scratch her arm, as she stopped to catch her breath, she saw an abandoned cabin in front of her.

“Come on, Jamie, the first clue is in here, it says on the paper” said Shauna.

Jamie jogged to where Shauna and the rest of the clones stood. “Okay, you go in first, you’re the new one, we’ve all had to do this, no worries” said Shauna smiling mischievously. Jamie shifted uncomfortably but walked in anyway not wanting to look like a coward. As Jamie’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a small bed in the cabin but that was all. She heard the footsteps of the other girls behind her and she heard the door slam.

“Lock the door, Chantelle” said Shauna to one of the clones. From the corner of her eye, Jamie saw Chantelle bring out a key from her shirt and lock the door. As Jamie whirled around she saw Shauna’s cold eyes.

“Welcome to Camp Fuck Bitch, You’re my new whore”  said Shauna as she grabbed Jamie by the arms.

Jamie whimpered frightened. “What are you guys doing?” asked Jamie.

The two other girls stood back restraining the struggling Jamie. “You’ll find out soon enough bitch” said Shauna as she grabbed a knife and slit Jamie’s shirt open revealing a black sports bra. Shauna stared at Jamie’s tits a few moments before licking her lips.

“Look girls, this one’s a natural, don’t you just like”? The girls muttered an approval. Jamie struggled as the girls held her down, quite strong for their size. Shauna ripped Jamie’s bra and watched as Jamie’s soft tits bounced free. She licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the long pointy pink nipples and large dark areolas. She began fondling Jamie’s tits enjoying the feeling. Jamie continued struggling, trying to break free.

“What the hell are you guys doing? Stop it, that hurts” protested Jamie as Shauna pinched her tits

“Tie this bitch down” said Shauna.

The clones climbed on top of the bed and grabbed two ropes from the roof and two adjacent walls. They grabbed the struggling Jamie and tied her hands to the ropes on the roof and her feet to the ropes on the adjacent walls. She was now hanging open in the middle of nowhere free for them to do as they pleased. Shauna and Chantelle began sucking on Jamie’s tits biting and pulling, pinching and twisting. They’d never gotten to play with tittes this big and it was heaven compared to their small 36A cups. Marissa, the other clone, ripped off Jamie’s capris to reveal a rounded ass stuffed into black lacy booty shorts. Marissa drooled at the site of sure fine, pale, firm yet soft globes of ass. She grabbed a stick from the ground and began smacking Jamie’s ass while the other girls continued greedily sucking on Jamie’s tits while playing with their pussies. Chantelle grabbed Jamie’s ponytail and began pulling Jamie’s head (by her hair) as far back as she good without breaking her neck, while Shauna continued greedily yet forcefully and painfully biting on Jamie’s tits and nipples. Marissa, on the other hand, was now sucking and eating out the fine plate of ass set before her. Chantelle split apart Jamie’s ass cheeks and began licking in between paying close attention to the asshole. Jamie’s screams of pain echoed through the cabin as the girls continued eating her out but refusing to touch her pussy.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve had some fresh whore” said Shauna.

“And none of our whores had curves like this bitch” replied Marissa greedily

“I can’t wait till we get to her pussy, I bet she’s still a virgin” chimed Chantelle lustily.

“Leave, me alone, please, this actually hurts. This is rape. I’ll do whatever you want” cried Jamie in pain.

“Shutup, whore, you’re already going to do whatever we want” replied Shauna

“Once, I get out of here, I’ll report you to the camp director”

The girls exchanged a knowing look before laughing coldly. “Stuff this bitch” said Marissa

Shauna thrusts her tongue into Jamie’s mouth and began French kissing Jamie. She bit Jamie’s soft lips with her sharp teeth drawing blood. She swirled around her snake like tongue in Jamie’s mouth exchanging spit and tongue fucking Jamie.

“You have the mouth made like a whore” she said as she dug her sharp nails into Jamie’s already sore tits leaving more marks and drawing blood. Jamie’s ass was now plump and red in pain and Chantelle and Marissa smacked, bit, rubbed, and spat on it only stopping to slip more fingers into each others pussies. Shauna grabbed the panties of the three girls and stuffed it into Jamie’s mouth.

“Girls, it’s time for the best part, the pussy”.

The girls licked their lips wolfishly in delight, but before they devoured each others pussies and the pussy of Jamie, they stopped to do their signature French kiss. Their tongues slid of each others as spit dropped to the ground, each of the girls struggling to get closer and closer to one and other. Jamie hung from the roof watching, frightened, circulation cut from her arms and legs. The girls stopped their seven minutes in heaven after about 10 minutes and moved to Jamies pussy. The first was Shauna. She slid on her back underneath Jamie and split apart the pussy lips. She began sucking greedily enjoying the taste of the new comer’s pussy. As Shauna enjoyed devouring Jamie’s pussy, Chantelle knelt in front of Shauna and began eating out Shauna’s pussy. Behind Chantelle was Marissa who split apart Chantelle’s asshole and began licking in between and sticking her fingers in and out to a rhythm. Shauna bit Jamie’s pussy and Jamie’s scream shook the abandoned cabin. Shauna flicked her tongue in and out of the pussy quickly and Jamie’s scream quickly subsided and turned into moans of pleasure. As Shauna’s tongue entered the pussy once more, Jamie felt her pussy contract and she felt a loss of breath as she experienced her first orgasm. As the hot liquid cum hit Shauna, in the face, Shauna felt herself cum, and at the same time, both Marissa and Chantelle also cummed. The moans of pleasure from all four girls quickly filled the cabin. Shauna quickly licked the cum off her face enjoying the bitter-sweet salty taste. Shauna moved from under Jamie and gasped for air, slapping Jamie’s pussy one last time.

“Chantelle, begin with the fingering, this one is still a virgin” said Shauna.

The girls rotated positions as each one took the time to suck out each other’s pussy and slowly finger fuck the new girl as her screams of pain filled the cabin. They decided not to use the dildo on Jamie yet because she was still a virgin, they had a special surprise for her later on. As the girls finished their last fuckings with each other, they left their signature mark on Jamie. By 12:00, the girls quickly put on back their clothes and dragged the exhausted, sex fested, naked Jamie outside. They tied Jamie to a tree and left her naked and gagged making sure her legs were spread out and open for whatever bugs or animals who also wanted to enjoy her pussy. They each spat on Jamie before leaving and hid her clothes so she wouldn’t be able to find it.

“Welcome, to CAMP FUCK bitch, you’re our new whore, oh and your friend Larissa, she’s next” they said in union. They watched as tears slipped down Jamie’s eyes and laughed.

“Come on girls, let’s go find the stuff for the scavenger  hunt” said Shauna.

The girls laughed as they ran through the woods gathering their stuff.

“Do you think we tied the knots tight enough” asked Chantelle worriedly

“Duh, what do you think all those years of camp were for? Rope tying and shit for sex slaves of course” replied Marissa.

“The camp director will be so pleased” said Shauna as the girls giggled and ran to join the rest of the campers as they presented their items to the director.

I hope you loved the story, please leave comments, THANKS. Part two will come out when I see some comments.

Tackling the Tutor Part 2

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After the first time Brad had raped her in the classroom during their first tutoring session, Nicci was learning to be more adventurous sexually, allowing Brad to fuck her in the library and even the ladies' bathroom at the school.  She had continued to tutor him and he had managed to get at least a C grade in all his classes, enough to keep playing football and be able to accept a college scholarship to play football.

It was the night of a special party for the team, and Nicci had been invited.  Brad had asked her to wear her sexiest dress, so she had selected a very tight mini-dress and was wearing no panties underneath.   She was already wet and hoped the spot would not show up on the dark dress.  Her nipples were stiff and pressed against the thin, alm

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ost sheer fabric.

When she arrived, Nicci had noticed that none of the other guys had brought dates.  She thought maybe it was supposed to be just for the guys and they had made an exception by allowing her to attend.  She smiled at the guys but was a little nervous by the way they were looking at her.

"What's going on?" she asked Brad when she finally located him next to the punch bowl.  He smelled of alcohol and the punch had obviously been spiked.  She was a little apprehensive about dealing with him while he was drunk.

Brad grabbed her ass hard, pulling her close.   "We're just going to enjoy some entertainment," he said, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it down.  She grabbed it but he had already pulled it down to her waist so her breasts were exposed.

"Brad, stop it!" she said, pointing a finger in his face.  But having let one hand off of the dress, she could not stop Brad from pulling it down to her feet.  "Stop!" she said, kicking her legs even as she feltone of the other guys come up behind her abd grab her around the chest, pinning her arms. 

The young man that held her was huge, obviously one of the defensive tackles on the team.  He lifted her and carried her as he stepped backward, turning and pressing her against the wall.

"I see now why you like her so much," one of the other guys said, lifting his glass as if in a toast.

"Go ahead and try her out," Brad said,now downing a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Don't mind if I do,"  the guy she would later know to be Michael said, unbuckling his pants.  The big guy, Moose, and another big guy named Ox held her arms and kicked her legs back so she would be forced to lean forward.

After that became a blur for Nicci as cock after cock was pushed into her love canal and and rammed repeatedly until each member of the team, including Brad, had fucked her and laft her pussy dripping with their man-gravy.  She had cummed several times and nearly passed out several times form  the trememndous orgasms they had forced her body to endure.

They finally let her go and she stumbled and finally managed to sit on the couch.

"Definitely a great party," Brad said.

Rape of Jackie

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Larry was her step dad and he was a hulking black man.  He was a monster compared to Jackie’s mom and had always creeped Jackie out.  Larry was just one of the reasons Jackie had always lived with her dad, not to mention her mom was a nut case.  Now she was living in his house for who knows how long till she was able to figure out what to do.  And to make it worse she had to sleep on the couch since there weren’t any extra beds in the house.  She had slept on the couch for two weeks and still there was no end in sight to where she was going to go and what she was going to do.  Living with her Mom, Larry, and step brother, David wasn’t too bad.  But Larry was still intimidating as hell and creepy.  She just figured it was her being paranoid and didn’t think about it really.  She thought more about how she was 25, had a mediocre job, and now had no where to live.

 

Jackie went to sleep tonight knowing she finally had a day off and everyone would be at work and school all day…so it came as a shock when something large and heavy fell across her stomach knocking the wind out of her and a large hand was clamped over her mouth.  All she could see was a bald black head next to her face as she heard Larry whisper in her ear “It’s just you and me Jackie, no one will be home for a long time.”  It was only then that she could tell that Larry was naked sprawled across her holding her down.  She was helpless in his grip, unable to take a deep breath let alone let a scream out.   “It’s been a long 14 years watching you grow up.  And now that I have you we are going to enjoy ourselves.”  With that said he used his free hand to rip the tank top from her body revealing her exposed breasts.  He quickly gave a small twist to her nipple causing a squeak of pain to escape through the massive hand covering her mouth.  “You don’t like that?”  With a smirk Larry did the same to her other nipple eliciting the same reaction.  Looking up into his eyes Jackie saw pure lust.  She knew what was going to happen to her.  Looking down into eyes imploring him to stop and have mercy Larry tried to rip the pajama bottoms from his step daughter.  His first try only caused Jackie to jerk to the side violently.  On the third yank the bottoms ripped away leaving a black thong and some would be bruises from the violent tugging Jackie had endured as Larry stripped her.  Larry looked down at the milky whiteness of his stepdaughter’s body.  Her stomach was shaking from the fear and panic coursing through her body.  Larry reached down to her panties and started rubbing her pussy.  Jackie started to cry through gritted eyes and willed her body to get away.  She pushed and struggled against Larry and his weight to no avail.  He continued past her panties and invaded her womanhood.  He did this for an agonizing long time which was only a few minutes.  At this point Larry shifted his weight and Jackie could feel his dick against her thigh.  Larry held on more tightly as Jackie struggled once again under him.  He quickly made a very quick jab to her stomach causing her to release all the air in her lungs as he released her mouth and leaned into a quick slap to Jackie’s face.  “If you don’t scream I am going to hurt you.”  Before she could react to this statement Larry hit her again.  “Just remember I’m not messing around.”  With that Jackie lay under Larry and started bawling.  Larry reached between Jackie's legs and ripped the thong away completely exposing her pussy.  He pushed her legs apart and positioned his cock before her pussy.  “This is how I fuck you mom you little whore.”  Larry violently plunged his dick into the fresh pussy below him and fucked away.  Jackie cried and closed her eyes turning her head until Larry grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her face forward.  “Open your eyes and look at me as I fuck you” After a sharp slap to both her cheeks she opened her eyes and gasped as she saw Larry writhing on top of her.  Breathing heavily into her face was making Jackie sick.  Having his dick sliding in and out of her was excruciatingly embarrassing and uncomfortable.  She couldn’t understand why Larry would do this to her.  He was raping her and she couldn’t stop him.  She cried even harder when she realized her body had naturally started fucking Larry back.  She was involuntarily responding and becoming aroused.  Her legs had opened wider and pulled up to her chest more to allow the body on top of her better access.  Larry pushed himself onto her more and quickened his pace as he pushed in and out of her throbbing pussy.  She couldn’t even cry anymore when Larry pumped into her for the last few times violently plunging into her one last time.  She felt his cum fill her deep inside as Larry said “Feels good to cum inside you”  Sliding in and out of her one last time Jackie thanked god he was done.  Only to have him pull out and position his dick over her lips.  As the head was pushed to her lips Jackie accepted the entire length into her mouth.  She kept her eyes open to make sure Larry wouldn’t hit her again.  She could taste cum and sweat and dirt on the dick in her mouth.  She did this for 5 minutes until she could feel the shaft start to harden again.  She cringed inside thinking she was going to have this dick inside her again.  Speeding up she licked his dick dickhead furiously and pumped her hand up the shaft hoping to make Larry come before he could fuck her again.  Before she could even begin Larry pulled away from her face and grabbed her by the arm and waist.  He flipped her onto her stomach forcing her onto her hands and knees.  Jackie felt even more helpless after being man handled this way.  She was completely in his control.  She felt his dick against her pussy lips only to feel a finger and spit fall onto her exposed asshole.  “Please no!  NO NO NO!”  “Shut up bitch” And a punch landed against the back of her head causing pain and a second of confusion.  “If you yell again I’ll rip you apart!”  This growl froze Jackie.  She looked straight ahead as more spit and a finger invaded her virgin asshole.  After 60 seconds of this she felt his dick at the opening.  Slowly her body opened little by little.  It was a race for her body to open and allow him to enter so he could eventually finish and get away from her battered body.  She willed her asshole to open and allow him entree.  He pressed his way in slowly and after a time was in his entire length.  Jackie felt stuffed and humiliated as Larry started to slowly fuck her ass.  He wasn’t gentle about it and she felt every time he moved inside of her.  He had his entire weight on her body as he fucked away.  When he came he pushed into her so hard she though he had split her asshole open.  Pulling out Larry pulled her back and watched his cum drip out of her gaping asshole. 

 

First time….More to come?...

Like a Lamb to the Slaughter

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I was 15, and shy, painfully shy.  I didn’t wear make up, I didn’t date, I wasn’t a cool girl at school, I was overlooked and friendless.  What I did do was raise Suffolk sheep for 4-H.  I would show them each year at the county fair.  I would train, I could hold my lamb, place his feet, groom him, show him off to his best advantage to win the grand prize ribbon.  My dark blond hair would be pulled back and I wore a white tee shirt, white shorts and white sneakers, and that was the uniform of 4-H’rs competing for that grand prize.  What was also so

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ught after was your parents allowing you to set up a cot next to your sheep’s stall the night before the competition so that you could sleep over in the huge sheep barn on the fair grounds.  I got to do that, finally.  Mom and dad left me with money for dinner and the Carney attractions and left.  I walked the fair grounds alone.  I wasn’t ugly, I wasn’t beautiful, I was slender, but short, and still am, just 5’3, and at the time 96 lbs and my breasts, that had bloomed late, starting when I was almost 14, were at a 34 c and my bra was getting a bit tight as they were still growing towards adulthood.  I could have used a bigger size, but I wasn’t clothes conscious, or boy conscious enough to care.

My green eyes are my best feature, they are large and thick lashed and so much like my mom’s and she was always complimented on hers.  That day or freedom I walked though the fair grounds, past candidates hawking themselves and window salesmen hawking their windows and health groups hawking good health, next to Carnies hawking deep fried corn dogs.  I saw him there.  I bought my dinner from him.  He didn’t pay any attention to me, nor I to him really, I only remember him now because later in the fair week I would see him there watching me and smiling, warning me, enjoying my discomfort, I would later see him shadow the barn and talk with his friends and they’d laugh as I tried to cover the bruises on my thighs by pulling at my shorts, and he would lick his lips and smile.

The day I bought my dinner from him he didn’t look at me and I never looked at him.

That night was different.  When the fair closed after midnight we were all in the barn for the night.  I lay on my cot.  A few rent-a-cops patrolled the grounds.  Too few.  And the carnies, who had trailers and a camping area could be heard on the other end of the fairgrounds, laughter, some music, sometimes a yell or a fight, like listening to adults on a camping trip.  I drifted off.  Maybe at 2 am I woke.  I had to pee.  I slipped on my flip flops and walked out of the barn to the row of port-a-lets outside about 25 feet from the barn.  I was tired and hated the stinky portas, but held my breath and went.  When I came out I breathed again and yawned and was about to walk back when a big hand covered my mouth and another grabbed me around waist and lifted me.  I kicked and tried the scream into the big hand and tried to put my hands up to pull the arm away when the man carrying me told be to stop moving or he’d break my neck and he yanked my head back hard and it hurt enough for me to believe he would so I did what he told me too.  He walked with me, carrying me against his fat stomach and broad chest and I could hear him breathing hard as he made his way to wherever we were going.  His breath smelled horrible, he was drunk, and smelled like sweat and beer.  He took me to a silver camper hitched to a Chevy truck and kicked the door a couple of times and it was opened, by an older man, who drew back in surprise as the man carried me inside.  He locked the door behind us.  The man set me on my feet and he held my head and reached his hand towards his friend.  “Gimme my knife.”

“Shit man, Shit.” Said the older guy, who was maybe 60.  A raw boned guy with a scruffy beard and missing teeth.  But the man handed his fat friend the knife and the man held it to my throat.

“Listen to me bitch.  If you make a sound I’ll kill you.”  He growled.  “You are gonna do whatever I say and if you do I will let you live, but I’ve fuckin’ been to jail for this shit before and I ain’t going back, I WILL KILL YOU.”

I was wild eyed but I nodded.  He let go of my mouth and I stood there and he moved around to where I could see him in the dim light of the trailer.  His friend sat at their filthy table and watched, distressed.

“Boy, why you go do this shit,” he muttered low.  “I can’t be getting in more trouble, you can’t.”

“I don’t fucking know,” said my captor eyeing me as I stood there.  “I got done takin’ a piss and heard her and when she walked out I just did.  I fucking felt like some pussy and there she was.”

I started to groan with fear and he raised the knife and pointed it at me. “I said Shut the Fuck Up!”  I bit my lip.

“Take off your clothes” he ordered.

I shook my head and he raised a fist and I started doing what he wanted fast.  When I stood naked in their trailer I looked pleadingly at the old man but he turned away from me, drinking his beer in silence.

I looked back at the man who had abducted me and he was rubbing his crotch and smiling.  He was wearing jogging pants and a dirty shirt and it barely covered his belly.  His hair was long and thing and dirty and he was about as old as my dad.  He had hairy arms all the way to his shoulders and he was way taller then the room and had to bend a bit to keep his head off the ceiling.

“Git on your knees.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer and pushed me too the ground by my shoulder.  I started to cry.  He pulled the front of his pants down and grabbed my hair and pulled it towards his stinky, sweaty crotch.

“Suck it bitch.” He growled.  He smacked the back of my head with his hand and I trembled as I lifted my hand and closed it around the first penis I had ever seen.  I had been raised catholic and had no brothers and literally had only seen a penis in drawings in a doctor’s office waiting room in a brochure.  It was thick, I couldn’t get my hand around it, and it twitched and felt hot and it smelled bad, like the portalet and he wanted me to put it in my mouth.  I gagged as I tried.  It was rubbery and sticky goo came from the hole on it’s head and I started sobbing.

“Shit man, just get her out of here now.” The old man said and I wanted to run to him for protection but the drunk told him to shut up again and he did, going back to his bottle.

He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my mouth and I was shocked by how far it stretched my mouth open.  He moved my head back and forth as my hands were splayed on his stomach and thigh trying to push away.

“Use your tongue bitch, suck it good, yeah…yeah…yeah bitch, he groaned low as his hips moved against my face.  I couldn’t breathe and tears streamed down my face as he moved.

He got huge in my mouth but then he pushed me backwards and I gasped for air.

“Shut up cunt.” He said as he grabbed my hair and I yelped.  He threw me on the bed.  It was a filthy mattress, stained and hard and I lay sideways on it and he pushed me back on it his hand in my belly, holding me down as he leaned over me.  He grabbed my tits and squeezed them so hard I wanted to scream but he whispered, “Shut up, no noise, I mean it, I’ll kill you, shut up and take it slut.!”  I lay there as he pinched and mashed and bit my tits, I gasped and sobbed and looked to the other man who watched but did nothing.

I thought he was trying to tear off my tits, he slobbered on them and he kissed me, my mouth covered in his spit, my neck, my sore nipples, he moved his large hand down my belly, bruising it too, when he reached between my legs I yelled “No!” and he punched me deep in my tender belly and I almost threw up, and he grabbed my neck.

“What the fuck did I tell you bitch?  Huh?  You want to die?”  I shook my head, and he punched my stomach again and I lost my breath.  “Answer me…do you want me to kill you?  Cuz I will and I’ll still fucking rape you but I’ll kill you too!”  I shook my head harder and whispered “no”. and he moved his hand back to my pussy and said “God, I want you, I want to rape you so bad, I want my cock in the tight little cunt so bad.” And he pushed a couple fingers in me and I gasped and struggled but he fucked me with those fingers harder.  In and out.  Nothing had ever been inside me, I never even used tampons because mom said they were for married women.  My legs opened and I felt horrible for the wetness dripping down my butt crack as he continued using me.  “Fucking slut you want this don’t you…yeah…yeah…you want a big guy to rape you like this…you want it hard…I got it for you hard bitch…I’m gonna tear you up little girl, gonna make you a slut.  Maybe make you a mommy…you want a rape baby bitch?”  He laughed and his fingers pulled out of me and he moved his cock until it pressed at my hole.  He put his hand over my mouth and I knew what was going to happen and knew that it was going to be more then my promise not to scream would take, and he didn’t let me catch a breath, he shoved his huge, thick cock inside me in one punishing thrust, which pushed me across the bed and lifted me, My back arched and I screamed and screamed and screamed in his hand as he raped me, pounding my tiny pussy in and out like a jack hammer, long strokes that impaled me and made me lose my breath when they reached my lungs and stopped with a punch.  He groaned and moaned as he leaned over me like a bull, sweaty and smelly and relentless.  I was choking under his hand but my screaming had stopped, I couldn’t scream, I was drenched in sweat like I had come out of the rain and my legs were wide as he opened me up.  I could feel the blood I would find there later, leaking from me and he was calling me a whore and slut and groaning the word “yes” as he abused me, raped me, changed me.  My head rolled back and forth and I was in agony, and breathing shallowly, panting, moaning and feeling everything.  It was like being in a trance…waves of pain, feelings of disgust, and my legs opening wider as he raped me harder.  My hips moved under him, against him, letting him hurt me harder and deeper, I was moving with him and he grunted happily  I didn’t fight, I let the pain wash through me and I moaned and panted.  “Yes baby,” he groaned, “yes…yeah baby…yeah slut…fucking rape slut…yeah…yeah..yeah…ride it baby…you are good…you are made for this…you like it, you do…yeah…yeah.”  He complimented me, he was complimenting me as he raped me and I was humiliated and grateful, he was disgusting but my body, my pain, my cries, my reactions made him happy. And I took what he was doing to me, even as I sobbed and hated myself.  My cunt grabbed him, spasming, over and over, I was shuddering and panicked, I didn’t know what an orgasm was, I thought I was having a seizure.  Finally he exploded in me, I could feel his dick burst glob after glob of cum deep inside my aching, raped pussy.  I was weak as a kitten and shaking like a leaf, used and humiliated and scared of all that it was making me feel. 

He let himself grow soft in me, kneading my nipples, rubbing my belly, telling me I was a good bitch, that I did good and was a good fuck, the best he’d had.  He smiled at me and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back and cried.  He got up and wiped my juices and blood off his cock with the bed sheet and I lay there and closed my legs and curled up on the bed and sobbed.  After a minute or two I opened my eyes and saw him sitting at the table with the old man.  Finally the old man got up and walked towards me and I tried to sit up…it hurt but I tried to sit up.  I was going to leave finally.  The old guy took my outstretched hand had flipped me onto my belly, I cried out in despair.  I heard his pants unzip and heard him spit as hot spit hit my ass and he was rubbing my asshole and I tied to get up but he held me down and forced my face down into the bedding.  My ass burned as he entered me, the pressure of him forcing his dick in my virgin ass, the pain was excruciating and I screamed anew into the mattress, helpless.  I could hear my first rapist encouraging his friend.  “Yeah…yeah…that’s what she needs…yeah…fuck her in the ass…yeah…feels good huh?”  And the old guy never said a word but he groaned appreciatively.  Spitting on me, on my ass as he worked his way deeper and deeper inside me.  I dug my fingers into the mattress and screamed and sobbed, not making a sound that could alert a rescuer, afraid I would die, and afraid someone would stop the old man’s attack at the same humiliating time, taking the old man deep inside me the way I took the first man, moving my ass backwards into his assault.  Both were using me, hurting me, appreciating me, enjoying me, not ignoring me, raping me.  Before he came he pulled out of my ass and shoved his cock, up to the hilt, inside my pain filled pussy and filled me with his cum.  I could feel gooey cum running down the back of my legs.  The man’s cock twitched in me and he gently rubbed my back and reached around to give my tits, my swollen, sore tits a few squeezes and pinches, then he, reluctantly pulled out and threw me a towel.

“Clean up girl…git dressed.”

I did as he said.  His friend fell asleep at the table and the old guy took me by the arm and lit a cigarette and picked up the knife and walked me out the door.  He escorted me silently until we reached the toilets, then he pushed me into one of the stalls and put the knife to my neck and while the other guy was dangerous because he was drunk and angry this old man just looked at me and said.

“I been to jail three times for rape. And that ain’t how many times I done it, I did a lot more.  I ain’t going back.  I did you cuz you were there and the harm had already been done, so I took a turn, that ain’t an apology, you were a great fuck, but you ain’t worth another stretch and I should kill ya, shove you down the toilet hole.”  I sobbed,  shaking anew.

“But I ain’t”  He smiled and warned me.  “You weren’t a tease or a drunk ass slut, you were just a kid going pee in the middle of the night, so I’m gonna let you live.  You ain’t gonna tell.  No one.  If you do, I got other friends like him and I’ll make sure they find you and finish you.  Understand me?”

I nodded numbly.

And he left.  And after collecting myself, so did I.  I went back to my cot, It was about 4 am, or almost, and I had to wake in 2 hours.  I could barely breathe, and couldn’t sleep, and my body ached and I felt every throbbing ache and when I moved I would catch a sob and gasp.  I had been raped and I never would tell and during that fair week I would see him, the old man, and he would nod to me and smile, and I would shiver and could feel my cunt and ass contract painfully and the ache in my bruised stomach  knot up, and I think he enjoyed that.  I think he liked me, I think he wanted me, I think they both did, they wanted to hurt me, wanted me to feel fear, and pain and their cum inside me. And I was terrified by the feeling that I wanted to feel that again too, I was as much afraid of wanting to be raped as I was of the pain and the uncertainty that I would live through it again.  And that’s where things stand now, 7 yrs later.

To Take a Thief - Chapter III

tiberius61 on Forced Stories

 Greetings, finally the long awaited chapter III.

 Truth be told, the reason it took so long is, I got a new job.

 I started writing this story to maintain my sanity during my job search. You can't spend all day on sites like Dice, Indeed, CareerBuilder, Sologig, and Monster, and expect to keep your sanity for long. So I was taking writing breaks for sanity's sake.

 The new job is great, but it's downtown. That involves either driving in, stop and go traffic, for a +2 hour drive (plus a $20+ parking fee), or 55 minute train ride and a very pleasant two block stroll from the train station to my office. $140 for a month long pass on the train, and it just a five mile bike ride to the train station so no parking fees. With the current pr

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ice of gasoline, guess which one I picked?

 Once I get settled in at work, and get things rolling smoothly, I can resume writing on my laptop to maintain my sanity on the 55 minute train ride. Right now I'm using that time to actually do work. Not enough time in an 8 hour day. There was no one doing my job while they were looking for a replacement (that was me), so I need to get all that work caught up. My manager dumped two major projects in my lap as soon as I walked in on the first day, and said to expect about 60 more over the next three months. He says they will be making use of my technical skills at some point down the road, but right now he's more interested in utilizing my project management skills. Once I'm all caught up I should be able to resume my writing while riding the train. I do enjoy writing, I find it relaxing.

 Anyways, sorry for rambling on, but that's why this one took so long to finish. I hope the next one doesn't take as long. I already have it all written, in my head. I just need to find the time to get it all down.

 The next chapter, Chapter IV is the long awaited chapter when he meets Mariel. I get a hardon just thinking about that chapter, and it's MY story.

 For those of you interested in their real ages, you'll have to wait for chapter V, when Thomas's decides to let them move in to his house. That one is nearly written in my head as well, just need to get it all down.

 

                                                                            To Take a Thief - Chapter III

        I could hardly wait for Tuesday, Monday I bought a vacuum cleaner and one of those 'Swiffer Wet' things as well as a bunch of other cleaning supplies. I didn't have anything in the house besides Dishsoap, Laundry Detergent and an old broom.

        After work on Tuesday I started a Salmon Casserole, I made sure it was enought to feed four, I figured Gabriel would take the leftovers for her sister. Soon after I put it in the oven, the door bell rang. This would be the first time she came in through the front door. (Ha ha;)

        I opened the door and there she was. Gorgeous! Her silky locks up in a bun, white long sleve blouse, black skirt cut about two inches above the knee. It looked like she had on hose, and a pair of two inch black pumps, slightly worn. Just a touch of makeup and a white silk scarf loosely tied around her neck. Can you say 'Godess'? I sighed as I'd only dreamed of women this lovely, seen them on the internet, and wondered where in the world I could find one. Now one was standing right in front of me, with a loving smile on her face intended for me.

        I drank in her loveliness for a second, before I invited her in, I started to close the door, then paused and opened it again, looking outside. I looked back at Gabiel and asked, "Where's your sister?" She replied, "Uhm, back, in the room." I asked, "Why didn't you bring her along, I'd love to meet her." She replied, "She can't, not now." She seemed nervous, so I asked, "What? Is she not feeling well?" She brightened up and nodded, "Si, yes, she is not feeling well." I said, "Well you are both invited for dinner on Friday." She asked, "Friday?" and paused in thought, I was about to reminder her that she was to come over twice a week, when she smiled and nodded, "Friday. Yes. Friday she will be better."

        I showed her where the vacuum cleaner was, the swiffer, broom and other cleaning supplies, and she set about right away. I watched her every second, I couldn't take my eyes off her. That lovely face, that gorgeous body, even the way she moved was sexy. It was the first time I ever got  hardon watching someone vacuuming the living room rug. I couldn't see any pantylines under that skirt, was she not wearing panties again? I pushed that thought from my mind, if I thought about that, I'd end up fucking her all night long.

        About an hour later, I was insisting that Gabriel use the dishwaser, and was showing her how to load it when the oven beeped. Gabiel nearly jumped out of her skin. I told her, "That's just the oven, dinner is ready." She visibly relaxed, I wondered what that was about but decided not to ask. We left the dishwasher for later, deciding we could put the dinner dishes in it as well.

        She loved the casserole and I put the rest in a tupperware container for her to take home. I put it in a bag with some flatware and a Vitamin Water. We finished loading the dishwasher and while she was bending over, I started wondering whether or now she was wearing panties again. I started to push the thoughts from my mind again, or I'd end up fucking her all night long. Then I thought, 'What am I waiting for? Why shouldn't I fuck her all night long?' I let my mind wander back to her panties, or lack thereof. and I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into my arms. She melted into my embrace and rested her head against my chest, (damn that felt good). She looked up and me and said, "I have more cleaning..." I interupted her, "The only thing you have left to clean is my pipes." She looked at me, she didn't understand. I'd have to explain it to her sometime, right now I had more pressing issues, and one of them was pressing against my zipper.

        I kissed her and grabbed two generous handfuls of that gorgeous booty! It was nice the way each firm round cheek fit so well in each hand. I squeezed then massaged around it felt silky smooth, but I felt NO PANTIES. I love that! I asked her, "Are you wearing panties?" She looked down and quietly replied, "Perdon, no." I lifted her chin and kissed her softly and replied, "I love it when you don't wear any panties!" She looked at me, "Si?" I nodded, "Si, si ,si!" as I grabbed her ass and lifted her up until we were eye to eye. She giggled and I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. She pulled her head back and told me, "I am wearing pantimedias." I asked, "Pantimedias?" I let her down and she replied, "Pantimedias." as she hiked her skirt up she rubbed her leg, I reched down and rubbed her leg, feeling the smooth sheer nylon. She repeated, "Pantimedias." I replied. "Pantyhose!" She smiled, "Pantyhose." I told her, "Take off your skirt!" She smiled and asked "Por que?" I replied, "No panties, plus pantyhose, equals very HOT. You can take off that skirt, now! Or I'll rip it off your sexy body!" she quickly reached back and released the skirt and let it drop to the floor.

        I reached around and grabbed that nylon covered ass and picked her up again, looking into her eyes. I told her, "Next time I tell you to do something, don't ask why, you do it. Understand?" she looked down and said, "Perdon." I replied, "I'm afraid I'm sorry isn't going to cut it. I think you need a spanking?" She looked up at me unsure, I smiled and said, "Zurrarme." She took a deep breath, you could tell she was getting wet already, you could see the excitement in her eyes.

        I let her back down and pushed her up next to the table. and bent her over it. She stood back up I looked sternly at her. Her hands came up to her neck and she untied the neckerchief, then she laid it across my hand, bent back over the table and crossed her wrists behind her back. I almost came in my pants. I told her, "Take off the blouse and bra first." She immediatly, without question stood up and gave me the sexiest look I've ever seen as she slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. I almost came in my pants AGAIN! As her blouse slipped off her shoulders I pulled her close and unhooked her bra. She let it slide down her arms I reached up and caressed those firm, round globes. So nice! She asked, "Should I take off my... pantyhose?" I replied, "No, leave the pantimedias, and the zapatos. They're sexy." She smiled, "You like my shoes?" I replied, "I just said they were sexy." She paused and said, "You spoke spanish, you called my shoes, zapatos." I replied, "I do have some Latino freinds, I've picked up a word or two. I don't know why I remembered 'zapatos' I guess I just like the sound of that word. Kind of like zurrarme." She smiled and said, "I like the sound of the english word spanking. I won't forget it again." then she bent back over the table putting her hands behind her back.

        I tied her hands vertically, instead of horizontally. That way I could easily push her arms up her back and away from her ass. I looked down at that silky brown ass, she had completely recovered from the spankings I'd given her over the weekend. It looked so pristine, and innocent. I just laid my hand on that beautiful butt and began caressing the satin feel of the nylon stretched across that firm backside. I slipped my hand down between her legs and felt the damp fabric over her sweet pussy. I was right, just the thought of getting spanked was making her wet. Of course, maybe the fact that her hands were also restrained could have added to that moisture (I hope).

        I raised my hand and gave her a good hard whack. She let out one of those damn-sexy, high-pitched. yelps. I sighed, "I love when you do that!" She asked, "Perdone?" I replied, "Don't apologize. I said, I love when you do that!" she turned back, as much as she could, and asked, "Que?" She didn't know what I was talking about so I explained, "That short sexy scream that you let out when I spank you. That is so damn sexy! I love it?" She bit her lower lip and smiled, she looked so darn cute. This amazing woman is driving me crazy, and I love it.

        I could see my pink handprint on her firm brown ass. It looked lonely so I gave her another one centering more on the other cheek. She let another sexy, squeal slip out of her lovely throat.  She looked so good like that. Those heels set off her legs so nicely. I wondered how a 4 or 5 inch heel would look supporting those sexy legs. I had to push the thought from my mind, or I really WOULD come in my pants.

        I continued to spank her at a steady pace, giving her time to yelp, and giving me time to admire the way her lovely bottom turned from nice warm brown, to a nice hot pink. It looked so good, SHE looked so good. I couldn't take it anymore and had to have her. I stood behind her and started taking off my clothes. She reached down and started trying to tug done her pantyhose. I pushed her arms back up and said, "Did I ask you to do that?" I gave her ten more swats, the last one a sideways splat across her drenched pussy. I had an idea, and told her, "Don't move!" I don't think it was neccesary, as she was obviously in the middle of an orgasm from that pussy smack.

        I ran up stairs and grabbed a pair of scissors, and a condom, since I was not going to last, and probably blow my wad in that tight pussy. I'm not ready for a kid yet. As an afterthought I grabbed a couple of old narrow ties I got from my dad. I then dashed back downstairs to my well spanked goddess.

        First I decided to fix her arms, I didn't want her to be able to pull down anything. I untied her hands, when she tried to get up, I held her down. I tied one end of a narrow tie to her left wrist. then I put it next to her right elbow I wrapped both of her forearms together, completely imobilizing her arms and tiying off the other end on her right wrist. I used th scissors to carefully cut out the small cotton panel in the crotch of her pantyhose. It wasn't easy to cut, it was soaking wet. By then I had been overcome by the aroma of her sweet pussy. I dove in and started licking her pussy. She moaned wildly and orgasmed instantly. I wondered what trigger that. Was it the way I tied her arms (I hope)?

        This angle wasn'y working for me thorough that small hole in her pantyhose, even though Gabriel was attempting to adjusting her hips to accomodate me. I backed off and turned her around pushing her back onto the table. She raised her legs and spread them wide, I dove in again, the taste was wonderful. I loved eating this sweet little pussy. The feel of her firm nylon cover thighs against the sides of my head was erotic, to say the least, and I loved the way her heels were digging into my back. I lapped up all I could get on the outside, then plunged my tongue inside for some more. I licked and sucked up all I could, then started sucking on her clit to coax another climax out of her. It didn't take long before she came again. I was getting used to the way she squeezed my head with her thighs and was ready for it. I could breath now, but my lungs were filling with her scent. Nothing wrong with that. She started coming down, and as soon as her thighs released me I lapped up her come like a eager puppy dog.

        I looked up and saw an amazing sight. It seemed there was a delightful side effect to the way I tied her arms. It was causing her back to arch which caused her breasts to jut out proudly. I pulled her to her feet, she was a bit shakey. I caressed her breasts, the looked really nice like that. She sighed as I gently rubbed her nipples. She leaned up against me, her head against my chest, `and I supported her. I asked, "How do you like the way I tied your arms." She softly sighed, "Impotente... indefenso..." I smiled and said, "I really need to learn spanish." She gasped and sighed, "Oh... uhm... Helpless... I can't stop you... I'm yours..." The way she said that, it was so sexy. I had to have her. I kissed her hard then laid her back on the table. I slipped on the condom, slipped it through the hole in her pantyhose, and pressed it aginst her tiny vigina. She sighed "Ah Dios, si, si" I replied, "Okay, okay, but quit calling me Dios." I pushed into her as she wrapped her hose covered legs around my waist. As I forced the head of my penis into that tight little pussy, her heels dug into my ass cheeks.

        As usual it was slow going forcing my erection into her extremely tight love tunnel. I kind of missed the silky feel of the gripping walls of her pussy, but it was still so hot and tight inside there, it felt really good. Once I was all the way in, I started a good stroking motion going. She started letting out those sexy yelps with each thrust onto her. It drove my passion even higher, and I think she knew it! I picked up the pace, and started going faster, she started squealing louder. That drove my passion even higher. I decided if that was what she wanted, that was what she was going to get, and I started hammering her sweet, sweet pussy, like a jackhammer.

        Her breast were bouncing around comically as I slammed my cock onto her. I heard that now familiar cry as she orgasmed again. It was really wet now and I could hear that sucking sound as I drew my cock back, and a wet squish as I drove deep into her. I grabbed her sexy thighs and used them for leverage, trying to ramm my cock even deeper into her pussy, she gasped, before continuing her her sexy yelps. I was getting close to losing it. I bent over her and grabbed her shoulders to drive into her even harder.  I mashed her breasts against my chest and kissed her hard. She cried into my mouth as she started to orgasm again. I lost it and blasted off myself, blowing what felt like a gallon of come into that condom. Good thing I put it on.

        I paused for a few moments just savoring the tight warmth, before I pulled my now totally limp penis out of her tight pussy. I looked down and there was no condom. I looked through the hole in her pantyhose, at her pussy and saw the open end of the condom, hanging out of there. I quickly pulled it out and went in for another sip of her nectar, and I got a mouthful. As she laid there on the table I went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, and flush the condom. When I came back out she was off the table, still tied up and on her knees. She sexily licked her lips and looked at my limp dick. I didn't waste any time I walked right up to her and let her take my flacid penis into her sexy mouth.

        She was good at this, and it appeared she enjoyed doing it. What was the down side with this woman? She seemed perfect in every way. She did a great job cleaning my house, and was now doing a wonderful job cleaning my pipes. She continued to suck my cock as it grew on in her oral caress, and it felt great. I pulled out a chair and slowly sat down. I remembered this position a few nights ago, but those dark eyes didn't have fire in the now. As she looked up at me I saw only love in those eyes. For some strange reason, that really turned me on. I grew hard in about 30 seconds, she seemed very happy. I figured she wanted anal sexy so I stood up, and pulled my cock from her mouth, she cried, "No!" I stopped and looked at her. She looked down and said, "I'm sorry, but I was hoping to drink your... uhm... esperma?" I laughed and asked her, "You mean my come?" She eagerly nodded, "Si! Yes!" I told her, "Beg me for it." She smiled and said, "Please let me drink your come!" I asked her, "How you gonna get it?" She paused and thought, she opened her mouth, but before she could say anything I told her, "Beg for it." She smiled again and beamed, "Please, Por favor, let me suck your cock, until you come into my mouth, so I can drink your seed. Please Thomas!" I smiled, "Since you asked so nicely..." as I sat back down in the chair.

        With a huge smile she resumed sucking my cock. I smiled down at her and asked, "You want to learn how to do that even better." She eagerly nodded, and told her, "It won't be easy and it might be a little uncomfortable to learn. Do you still want to do it?" She paused her blow job and asked, "Is it good for you?" I nodded, "It feels simply wonderful, but not all women can do it, and there are even fewer who are willing to try." She nodded, "I will try. I want to learn. I want to do the best felecion I can." I smiled and asked "Felacion?" she replied, "Sorry, I want to give you the best blow-job I can." I replied, "No, I think I like that word better, it sounds classier. And you are too classy to give a blow-job, from now on you only give felacions." She nodded and restated, "I want give the best felacion I can for you." I smiled, and said, "Good girl."

        I pulled her head forward and she lowered her sensuous lips sucking my penis into her mouth. It was now too long for her to get it all in her mouth, and it was still growing. I allowed her to stroke it Up and down a few times. It felt great but it was time to make it even better. I asked, "Ready?" she nodded so I pushed her down until my penis hit the back of her throat. She lost suction as she gagged, and pulled back. I told her, "Try your best to not gag on it." She started sucking again and I pushed her down and again she gagged, and pulled back. I told her, don't get discouraged, keep trying. This time I didn't have to push, with tears in her eyes from the gagging she went down herself taking me all the way to the back of her throat. She did gag again but didn't pull back. She kept me in her mouth and quickly resumed sucking. I encouraged her, "Your doing great so far, you'll get it."

        I took her about 10-15 minutes before she could take me all the way to the back of her throat, without gagging. She seemed almost jubilant. I smiled and told her, "Very good, ready for the next step." She paused, the thought that was it, but she nodded. I could tell she wasn't expecting what was next. I adjusted my hips and her so her mouth and neck were more or less straight. I held her head with my cock at the back of her throat, and pushed my cock down her throat. Her eyes went wide as I pushed my cock all the way down her throat until her nose was in my pubic hair. It felt amazing as her esophagus was tighter than her mouth. She tried to get away, but I held her there for about 5 seconds, then let her go. She popped back up gasping and coughing. She gasped, "I no can't breath!" I smiled and said, "Sorry I should have warned you about that. You should take a deep breath before you take it down. But that's it, you did it and it felt wonderful. Could you try it some more?"

        She looked at me and asked, "That is what you like?" I nodded, "It feels amazing!" she smiled and asked, "Take a deep breath, then do it." I nodded. She sucked my penis into her warm mouth, she took me to the back of her throat three times, then took a deep breath and took the plunge. Doing it herself she maintained lip contact and I felt her lucious lips slide down to the base of my rigid cock. I sighed, "OH WOW!" she stayed there, I loved it, I looked down and saw her starting to turn red. I pulled her back ands she gasped for air and said, "This is not easy." I replied, "You don't have to keep it down there, It's like the other way. You take it down, hold it for a few seconds then slide back up and breath throurgh your nose, then go down, and do it again." She laughed and said, "Oh! That should be much easier."

        With more confidence she went back down again and quickly took the plunge and took me down her throat. She held it for a few blissful seconds then slipped it back up. I sighed, "Wonderful!" She seemed really proud of herself, as she quickly tried it again. The feeling of her lips sliding down to the base of my cock, her nose in my pubic hair while the head of my penis slipped into her tight esophagus. I sighed, "This won't take much longer," and it didn't, as she quickly mastered maintaining suction throughout the entire process. I wanted it to last, but this felt so good, it became clear I was going to lose it and quickly. I shot my first wad directly down her throat. She felt it and quickly drew back and caught the rest in her sweet mouth, pausing to swallow twice, and sucking me until I stopped her because it was too sensitive.

        She smiled up at me and I smiled down and told her, "That was by far, the best felacion that I have ever had!" She smiled with obvious pride. I reached around and Untied one wrist then helped her get her arms free. She straddled me sitting on my lap and wrapping her arms around me, I told her, "Muchos Gracias." as I kissed her. She rubbed her gorgeous body against mine as we kissed, those sensuous legs in pantyhose felt erotic.  I lifted her up a little bit and started sucking on her firm breasts. I loved these things, so firm they could stand up without a bra, yet still so feminine soft. Perfect! Just another perfect thing about her.

        I enjoyed myself with thos lucious lovlies for quite a while she reached back and stroked my penis back to full mast. Then she lowered herself down, and guiding my stiff prick through the hole in her pantyhose, and right up her ass. WAS THIS WOMAN GREAT OR WHAT!

        She leaned back to get it in deeper, as she raised her knees along my sides. I slipped my arms under her legs and put those nylon clad gams up over my shoulders. She put her hands on my knees as she rolled back, driving my cock deeper into her ass. The hole was starting to rub against the bottom of my cock, to I yanked on the back of her pantyhose. That fixed it. I pushed her hips down and drove my erection the rest of the way up her ass. She squealed! That set me off, I started bouncing her on my lap with my arms ahd my hips, driving my wood up her ass repeatedly, she contunied that sexy squeak with each thrust. This woman had my number, and I didn't care. She knew how to drive me wild, and I liked going there, as much as she like taking me there.

        I drove into her ass again and again, with her legs laying up my chest, over my shoulders, her hands on my knees. She was using her legs and arms to help me drill her ass, how cool was that! Her breasts gently bounced to our rythym. Her ass was so tight. I had a flash of an idea and strted rubbing her clit through the pantyhose. She gasped and a few seconds later, she arched her back and cried out, that now familiar cry. I got what I needed too as her anus clenched up like a warm and wonderful vise! The pain was exquisite. As soon as she came down I took one stroke and I balsted off blowing huge wads of streaming come up into her sweet sexy ass.

        She had slipped down so her elbows were on my knees, as she panted. I told her, "I don't know if I have the strenght to get you off my lap." She smiled and replied, "Then I say here." I laughed and said, "I don't have any problem with that." She managed to get her hands back on my knees and with a groan, dragged my limp penis from her tight little ass. She let her legs fall off my shoulders as she leaned forward into my chest. She rested her head on my chest and just let me hold her for a while. It felt nice just to hold her. I drifted off to sleep.

        I woke up about a couple hours later still sitting on that chair, with a blanket from my bedroom over me. Somehow she slipped off me, covered me, got dressed and left without waking me. I'm not sure how she did it, but she did. I got up and dragged my ass and my blanket up to my bedroom and into bed. It was a good night, and I was going to sleep well.


                                                The End



See what a Friday afternoon on the train can do. I finally finished this.

Wrong Informant

No_Limit on Forced Stories

Wrong Informant

By No_Limit

The advantage of being a young woman was obvious, even to Stephanie. Though the 2 years young Reporter often was suffering from doubts, she knew that men always…often…wanted to please her. This skill, though naturally given and not earned, was used by her whenever she wanted to get information from her various sources. This skill, this natural talent also let the young woman know, that informants were true to her. They, co
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nsciously or unconsciously always wanted to have sex with her. She, of course, never would get this low to write her stories. She only used her physical appearance to get what she wanted.

Stephanie’s chief editor, Mister Welsh, did not mind how she got her information; he only wanted her to continue his best horse in the barn. And she was…though young in years, the too innocent looking, young woman, was as though as her older co-workers. Whenever she got to know about something that would catch her interest, she did everything, literally everything, to unravel that mystery. As she did this time…

Stephanie had heard that John Syne, a member of the Judicial Council, had been a little too interested in the wellbeing of children. Indeed, rumors had it, that Mister Syne kept visiting under aged hookers though his wife Sylvia knew about her husbands preferences and had threatened to go public. This on the other hand was something that John Syne would not want to happen. She would get the attention and their two daughters and, not to mention, a good share of his private assets. And so, as more rumors had it, John Syne hired a private killer who would get rid of a wife that would ruin John Syne’s career.

Misses Syne died last Monday in a traffic accident.

This fare the police had not been able to verify that Mister Syne was involved in this early good bye to life.

But there was a voice on the phone… a man that somehow had gotten hold of Stephanie’s private phone number. And this man said that he would have proof that the well respected Mister Syne of the Judicial Council had been responsible for his wife’s death.

Of course Stephanie had asked him for proof that his accusations were more than…well accusations. But her asking had not thrown the mysterious man of balance. He had given her names of Assistants to other Members of this Council who knew a little too much for Stephanie’s taste. She had already spoken to them and they had been a little to eager to get rid of the young Reporter. And this voice, this man on the phone, knew about them…

„What do you want? Where can I meet you Mister…?!“

„I want that Bastard behind bars. He…,“ silence, „…got my little sister into this mess.“

Stephanie, who always suspected foul play, had been fully awake by then and knew that she had to get the feeling that this unknown source, this man, had honest motives to provide her with the information. Otherwise she would be on a wild goose chase…

„He fucked her…alright. He fucked a twelve years old girl. Is that motive enough for you? Don’t you believe me?“

His voice had been thick with tears and Stephanie believed him.

„Alright Mister…I’m sorry. But…do you want to give me more information?“

„Yes. Yes I will. In fact I’ll give you documents and photos. A friend of my sister took some pictures… of him and…and…my sister.“

Stephanie nodded.

„Fine… Where can I meet you Mister…?“

He hesitated for a moment and Stephanie was hoping that he did not get cold feet in the last second. This was almost too good to be true…and she would do anything to get hold of those photos…

„Alright… You will meet me today…at 1 p.m. where I live. It’s you wants to get hold of this…and you will leave your world for this.“
Stephanie did not know what he was talking about for a moment…but when he told her the location of their meeting she knew it perfectly.

They would meet in the worst part of town. A part of town where only the hopeless and stranded minds of society lived… they would meet in the slums of this city.

 

*

 

It was a hot and dry day when Stephanie drove to their meeting point. She had a knot in her stomach and a very dry throat, and she knew that those symptoms came from the fear she felt. She was tough, she was young and she was what many people would consider to be off a very innocent beauty. Though she certainly did not want to be judged only by her appearance, Stephanie was from this world. Sometimes good looks gave you the advantage, and sometimes it made you a prey. And going alone, unarmed and with only the toughness of a 24 years old Reporter into the slums was certainly going to become a very dangerous situation. Young, white and beautiful women were uncommon and in danger in that part of town. But Stephanie knew she had to go there; this story smelled like her breakthrough. She would step up on the ladder of success. A smile crept over her young face, and even the fine layer of sweat that covered her body and made her expensive silken blouse stick to her body, did not diminish her looks. Yes, she would meet that guy, would get the photos and tonight the papers printing machines would made her a star.

 

After the blue Pinto had taken the exit, and after it had found it’s way through run down streets, after the young woman behind the steering wheel had fought her fears quit unsuccessfully, it came to a hold close to a ruin.

Stephanie double checked the address and a frown appeared on her forehead when she left her car. She suddenly felt incredibly insecure though she couldn’t see anyone with her on that street. The air was hot and Stephanie felt like she was standing in front of a working hairdryer when her short, dark blonde Hair was blown out of her face.

„Here we go…,“ her heart was beating fast and loud, „…time to become a star.“

The frown deepened when she looked up and saw the house number.

Yes, this was the right address…

No fear, no fear, no fear…

She walked over to the ruin…and when Stephanie stepped into the shades of the house, when she crossed the line between sunlight and an unknown future, her heart was beating faster.

 

*

 

„Hello?!“

Stephanie took the stairs towards the cellar since she thought she had heard something down below. Light shone through huge holes in the wall and the young Reporter saw dust dancing through the air even when she had reached the cellar…or what was left of it.

„Hello…someone there?!“

The lower part of the foul smelling, otherwise dark building seemed to have been hit by a meteor or something equally massive since at least half of the walls had gaps and holes. And…oh, there was a shadow…moving.

Stephanie’s heart was racing now; sweat covered her slim body and she felt like someone had started strangling her. Maybe it had not been the brightest idea to come here…unarmed and…dressed like she was.

Why the hell did she choose this blouse and those wide, cotton pants…? She looked like a rich girl from uptown…

- I am a rich girl from uptown….-

„Hello?“

The voice made her freeze on the spot. Her heart would come out of her mouth any time now.

„Yes? Is it you…Mister…!“

She did not even have an idea how she was supposed to recognize her informant.

„Good Reporter…oh yes…“

„Misses…are you the Reporter?“

Her heart slowed down.

- Good God… -

„Yes…where are you?“

The next moment a huge and muscular black man with a shaved head came around the corner and the Reporter’s heart stopped beating for a moment.

„It’s me…don’t worry,“ he held out a hand and on his face the young woman could see that he meant it, and so she let down her guard…

„I’m glad you came,“ she smiled while she walked over to the man, and „You have the material with you?“

He nodded and suddenly an expression changed his face into something else. Stephanie did not know what to make of it until his smile broadened and he made a gesture into the direction he had just come from.

Three men appeared…and they had prisoners.

 

„Please…let my sister go…please.“

These three men were built like the first man: Muscular and tall.

And when Stephanie saw one of those three men pulling a young girl along with another man into the half-destroyed cellar, she instantly knew that she was in deep trouble now.

„What…what is this?“

The four men, dressed in Jeans and dirty T-Shirts, formed a circle around the young Reporter. Two of them held each a prisoner and they pushed them to their knees.

„We heard you are sticking your nose into things…Missy!“

Stephanie knew that somehow John Syne had gotten wind of her research and she also knew that those Gangsters had been hired to stop her from doing her job.

„This isn’t going to work, you know.“

„What do you mean Missy?“

She was frightened to her bone, being alone in the Slums, being unarmed and surrounded by men who could easily snap her neck with one hand and leave her do die.

„Well…I am not going to stop my work, you know. Your Boss will be held responsible for his perverse needs.“

The leader of that group of black men shook his head.

„Well, what makes you think, Missy, that we let you do that?“

There he had a point. What could she do? If she had been reasonable, if she had just told them to stop investigating…maybe they would have let her and the other two „prisoners“ go…

But, of course, Stephanie had been strong and eager and so tough…oh yes…

Someday it would be her undoing…

Maybe this day had come already.

„OK, I think you are right. Maybe I should stop my investigation.“

The man smiled and row of bright white teeth were revealed.

„Well, maybe you should…Missy. But not before we told you a lesson.“

- A lesson…Oh God…-

What would they do to her? Would they beat her up…

Stephanie gulped away some saliva.

„What lesson would that be?“

The leader nodded towards one of his friends, and that other man put a knife at the young girl’s throat.

Instantly her brother started crying.

„Please….let my sister go…I will not give the Reporter anything.“

The man with the knife started laughing.

„Too late…“

„He is right, you know, Missy, it is too late for that.“

„But what do you want from me?“

Stephanie went backwards, only to be stopped by a crumbling wall. It felt cool and also final to any escape attempt.

„What we want from you?“

„Yes…“

Now he held his head back and started laughing.

„Why don’t you come into the midst of our circle here, and we will tell you, Missy, what you are going to do in order to stop my friend here from killing that little hooker.“

Again she gulped away saliva and slowly, on shaking knees, Stephanie went into the middle of that circle of Gangsters.

„Now, get down on your knees.“

Stephanie wanted to say ‘No’; she wanted to scream, wanted to get as far away as possible from here, but somehow her shaking body had a mind of its own:

She went to her knees.

- Oh God…they are going to execute me…oh God… -

The leader left the perimeter of the circle and came towards the Reporter; he stopped right in front of her so that Stephanie had a good look at his groins. And all of a sudden she knew what lesson they would teach her.

„No…,“ she shook her head, „no, please…I…“

The huge, black man opened up his pants and pulled out one huge, fat penis that got erect the moment it was out of its confinements.

„No…,“ again she shook her head and looked up at the man. Tears of fear and frustration filled her eyes and now she wasn’t so tough anymore, „please don’t let me do this. I’ll stop writing; I’ll stop doing this…I…!“

He did not say one word. Instead he grabbed her short hair and pulled Stephanie closer while he stepped forward…

A huge, brown penis entered Stephanie’s mouth.

 

„No…,“ she sound came out mumbled.

Stephanie wanted to crawl back, wanted to get this cock out of her mouth, but the man held her tight; his fingers pulled on her short hair and more tears shot into the Reporter’s eyes.

„You stay, Missy…!“

She did not to anything…

For a moment though Stephanie thought about biting his penis off…but she had to dismiss that thought instantly. If she bit him this seriously, she knew, she was going to die. But what was she supposed to be doing? She couldn’t just give this rapist a blow-job…or, could she?

„You suck my dick, Missy…is that understood?!“

And his grip in her hair got tighter…

„Ohhhh…!“

„You suck my dick, or this little girl will die…!“

Stephanie heard the girl and her brother screaming. They had done something…

What was she supposed to be doing?

- I cannot…Oh God…I cannot suck this penis…it is so revolting…so terrible… -

But Stephanie closed her lips tightly around the big, brown penis and started sucking.

 

The man groaned and sounds of satisfaction were flowing over his lips while he still held her by the back of her head. He even supported the blow job by pulling her closer and yanking her away. His lower body moved back and forth…his huge cock filled Stephanie’s mouth and sound of wetness, sounds of sucking and heavy breathing filled the half destroyed cellar. Stephanie had never been keen on sucking on a man’s penis; she had only done it a few times for lovers. She had done it, because she loved those men dearly, and each time she had to throw up after the blow job secretly. The feeling of something living in her mouth, the touch of the penis tip against her throat was just disgusting. And here she was, a rape victim, kneeling in a cellar in the Slums, giving a Bastard a blow job.

And she knew, she had to finish it, though the urge of vomiting grew by each and every sucking.

She was almost out of breath and she kept on moving back and forth, transforming her mouth into some sort of vagina since she had closed her lips very tightly around this black man’s penis.

After a minute of heavy breathing, crying and shaking, Stephanie grabbed the huge cock with her right hand and supported the blow-job with it.

But the man took her wrist and pulled the hand away from his cock…

„No help Missy…you suck and move back and forth,“ he muttered under heavy breathing…and Stephanie, the rough Reporter, the innocent looking girl that had the nickname „Bambi“ because of that innocent look…kept sucking on the cock.

Minutes passed and the taste of urine and old sperm had already made her tongue numb when she felt a difference…

He still kept on pulling her head close…kept on pushing it away while his body fucked her head…

She still made sucking noises, and saliva kept on drooling over the cock…

She still shook in fear and disgust…

She still heard the other men…and the brother and the sister…

But Stephanie knew that his orgasm was imminent.

A shaking in his cock…and difference in his breathing…

„Yes…oh yes…good girl…yeahh….!“

Tears were flowing down her soft cheeks…

- God, help me… -

And a huge amount…

A wave…

A flood of hot, foul tasting sperm shot out of the Guy…and spilled into Stephanie’s mouth.

 

He let go of her and so his wet cock slipped out of Stephanie’s mouth while she fell back on her butt. Sperm ran out of the corners of her mouth and she started groaning. Instantly the man, who had just been satisfied, was down on his knees…

He grabbed the young Reporter by her throat and his face came so close, that Stephanie wanted to back off.

„Don’t you dare spitting my juice out, Missy….!“

„I…,“ she started while more Sperm left her mouth.

„You swallow it, Missy…right now…,“ and the grip around her throat became even tighter.

Tears were running down her face and Stephanie looked at the man with pleading eyes.

- Please, don’t make me do that…I cannot…-

She did not say a word, but even this man could understand what she meant.

„Swallow or die!“

The expression on his dark face allowed no doubt. He would kill Stephanie on the spot if she refused to swallow this huge amount of sperm…

And so Stephanie, who could barely see him due to the tears in her eyes, gulped away the Sperm.

She swallowed it and it ran down her throat while she kept on fighting the urge to spit in out.

Stephanie lay helpless on the dirty cellar ground, gasping for air, crying and moaning. She had been raped…

And those four men started laughing. They came closer, circled her and looked down on the young Reporter. She felt humiliated, she felt violated and she hated that Rapist as well as her Informant and his sister.

Hadn’t it been for him and that girl, she would have probably gotten out of this without the blow-job…without the rape. But, now…

Yes, what now? What would they do to her now? Would they let her go now?

„Good girl…good girl.“

The leader had already packed away his cock and bent over Stephanie. He then grabbed her left breast with his left hand and pressed his fingers hard into the warm flesh.

It hurt like the fires of hell.

And Stephanie had to scream her pain out…

The cellar was filled with sounds of pain while the man went to his knees (between her legs) and grabbed her other breast as well.

He started knitting, started pressing her firm breasts against Stephanie’s chest, started pressing them together while his fingers dug deep…as deep as possible into them.

The expensive silk of her blouse send ripples over her chest and caused a tingling sensation that was instantly covered by the pain his knitting caused.

The Reporter was screaming loudly and her slim body moved from side to side in the dirt of the cellar.

It was pretty obvious that those hired Gangsters weren’t over with Stephanie, but she had no chance to think about it. Would they let her go…or would they do more? The young woman had no chance to think because of the overall pain in her breasts. The man seemed to like what he was doing. He liked her having pain…he liked being in control over a girl that was weak. Even to him the name of „Bambi“ came instantly when he saw her…laying in the dirt with a face that was so innocent, so beautiful…so not like the tough Reporter she pretended to be. He was in charge, he was in control…

She had given him a blow-job…

And God, had she been good. Oh yes…

 

If she ever survived this rape, Stephanie was sure, even in the pain she felt, she would have black spots all over her breasts. He did not care about her, he did not mind her pain…he was torturing her for something she did not do.

„Please let me go-o-o-o-…it hurts so much…please!“

And then, all of a sudden, the man let go of Stephanie’s breast He withdrew his hands, and his chest was still moving heavily when he looked down on the crying woman in pain.

„Good, Missy…good…!“

The Leader went up and stepped over her legs.

„Now…get up, Missy…get up or we will kill the girl.“

The pain went away slowly…and Stephanie found her breath again while she still lay on her back. She blinked away her tears and looked up into the faces of smiling Gangsters.

„On your feet Pussy…now…“

When Stephanie did not do this as fast as they needed her to do that, one man came closer and he kicked the Reporter in her right side…

The heavy boot almost broke her rips…

And again the young woman was screaming out in pain. But she got no chance to think about what was going to happen. The Leader grabbed Stephanie by her blouse and pulled her up on her feet. He then pushed her as hard as he could against one cellar wall…

The winds were hit out of her lungs and a long and painful moan escaped the young Reporter’s mouth.

The man came closer…and when his face almost touched Stephanie’s face she could see into his eyes and all she could see there was the will to cause her pain.

Again he grabbed her breasts; this time he started knitting them softly…his thumps were rubbing over her erect nipples while a bright, white smile transformed his face into that of a man who knew he was in power.

„You know what we’re going to do to you, Missy?!“

She blinked away some more tears and shook her head.

„No…,“ she whispered.

„We are going to…,“ he let go of her right breast and pushed one hand between her legs…, „we are going to fuck the hell out of you.“

All hope went away.

 

„Hey…,“ the leader looked over his shoulder and the man who had kicked Stephanie into her ribs came closer.

„Yeah?“

„Wanna fuck her?“

The man smiled and pushed the fingers of his right hand through his thick, sweat drenched hair.

„Yeah!“

The leader smiled again and let go of the young woman’s breasts; he stepped back and made a gesture that would tell his friend that he could do what ever he wanted.

Stephanie was out of breath…she looked to the leader, looked to the other man and felt like someone was strangling her.

„No…,“ she whispered, „please don’t rape me.“

She knew there was no way those men would stop the rape…

And the man with the thick hair came closer.

He put his hands on her breasts and started massaging them too.

 

The young woman stood in the dusty and warm cellar of a half destroyed house in a bad neighborhood with her back to a wall. Her face was distorted to a mask of pain and disgust while a sweating, towering, muscular man kept massaging the young woman’s breasts. She held on to the wall like it was her last hope of getting out of this nightmare. The man came closer and kissed the young, white woman on her trembling lips.

Stephanie felt his tongue entering her mouth and instinctively she wanted to turn her head away. She tasted him and the taste let her throat go tight.

„No…,“ she whispered unable to follow her instincts.

The dark man kissed her loudly and let his tongue wander over her teeth while his large and strong hands kept on pressing the firm breasts of a young Reporter.

The other men stood around the rich girl and their friend. They were watching the rape like they were consuming a movie. Even the so called informant, now pushed to his knees, couldn’t suppress a certain arousal.

The Rapist kept on pressing the breasts….together, against the chest, causing as much pain as possible…until….

Until he finally let go of his victim…

 

Stephanie could breath again…she drew in dusty and stale air…blinking away tears, trying to ignore the pain in her breasts. Was it over? Would they let her go after they had violated her…after she had sucked…after…the pain in her chest?

The man, equally out of breath, took Stephanie by her shoulders and pulled her around. She had to go backwards and almost fell over a stone that hit her heard at the back of one foot.

„No…“

The man grabbed her shoulders harder and somehow he seemed distracted. He pulled her to a stop and let his large, brown hands wander up and down her arms.

„I like your blouse, Pussy. Expensive stuff…right!?“

She did not answer, just looked at the man through eyes that were swimming in tears. The pain in the chest did not subside and the shear realization that she would probably get fucked by all of these creatures made her stiff and without any joy in life. She would not get out of this…

Finally her famous reporter instinct had put Stephanie in fatal danger…

Would they kill her afterwards? Would they kill her if she said „No“…?

The later seemed to be very realistic. And so Stephanie knew that she had no power in her hands; if they wanted to fuck her she would have to endure the fuck; if they wanted to have more blow jobs…she…

Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment before she opened them up again and looked into the tall man’s face.

„Yes…expensive. It is silk.“

He nodded and somehow he looked like a man who knew what expensive meant; like he was an aficionado in the field of expensive cloth. He looked at her, let his eyes wander up and down and then he smiled.

„I never fucked a girl this rich.“

More tears came flowing out of her eyes and she started shivering; her knees became weak and she was about to fall to the dirty ground when the black man grabbed her shoulders again and yanked her to her feet again.

„Now...,“ he moved the sobbing, young woman across the cellar towards a pile of rubbish. There the man let go of her, walked over to another corner, grabbed something and returned to his victim while his friends and the Informant, who looked like he feared for his life, came closer. Stephanie blinked away some tears and saw that the large guy held up two sacks in his hands. They were filled with something, obviously soft, and seemingly light, since the mans muscles weren’t hard. He came closer and placed them on that pile of rubbish before he returned to the young Reporter.

He placed his hands on her shoulders again and started caressing her lightly.

„God, this blouse really turns me on, Honey.“

The other men started laughing.

„Honey!“

„You should marry that bitch.“

He grinned and his hand moved upwards and then over her chest...until he grabbed her breasts again.

Stephanie flinched, she anticipated pain...was already on the verge of fainting out...but he did not squeeze them hard this time.

Instead he started massaging them lightly...

His thumps were rubbing over her erect nipples and the grin on his face became wider and wider while he was watching the girls face.

Stephanie kept on sobbing while she felt as helpless as she could be. What was she supposed to do? What could she do? What?

He pressed on and moved her closer and closer to those sacks on top of the rubbish.

Stephanie turned her head, looked over her shoulder and then already felt her legs touching something hard. She fell over and finally lay on top of those sacks on top of the rubbish. She felt the heat, smelled the sweet smell of decaying something and knew that he would do it...he would rape her...fuck her...

„Oh God...,“ she shook her head.

„Yeah, I am God...and God is going to fuck you to hell, Honey.“

And only one second later he shoved his fingers underneath her belt buckle and opened it up. The button followed...the zipper next...

„Yeah, pull down her pants...!“

„Pull down her panties...“

„Let us see her Pussy!“

„Yes, we want to see the whole...the pink whole...we wanna see how wet she already is.“

The first man, the man who had gotten a blow job from her, cam over and bent over Stephanie’s face. He placed one hand on her sweaty forehead, caressing her...

„That’s what one fine young Reporter gets when she sticks her beauty nose into things she’s not supposed to do.“

Stephanie looked up, blinked away more tears, and felt her heart thundering in her chest while the second Gangster pulled down her pants. Her eyes went wider and her breathing became almost asthmatic. Stephanie dug her fingers into the filthy sacks underneath her shivering body when her tormentor yanked down her champagne colored silken panties. The young women physically felt the exposure, felt those eyes wander up and down her body.

„Please,“ she shook her head, „please don’t do it...please don’t rape me...please!“

The man stood up again and placed his rough hands on her knees...and slowly he pressed Stephanie’s legs apart.

„Time to fuck the hell out of you, Hooker!“

He released her legs again, only to pull down his own pants...

And when Stephanie lifted up her head she saw his brown cock rising and finally pointing towards her. She saw that it was huge...long...broad...and she knew it would hurt. She was dry...not aroused at all...

She was afraid to die...

She was afraid to get raped...to get fucked...

And if that man stuck his cock into Stephanie’s vagina, she knew, it would hurt as hell.

And again he pressed he thighs apart...exposing Stephanie’s vagina to his friends.

„No...,“ she shook her head, „no...“

He grabbed her pelvis since she wouldn’t be able to close her lap any way at all. He stood between her legs and when he bent forward, the tip of his massive cock touched the lower end of her silken blouse. And that was what the man liked even better.

„God...this blouse...“

He let go of he pelvis and...again...grabbed Stephanie’s breasts. He held them tight and while the young Reporter expected him to press them down again the rapist pressed the tip of his cock between her vaginal lips...

Her head came up and her eyes widened again...her breathing stopped and she shook her head for a moment before she lay back again.

The pressure increased and he implied even more pressure...till his huge, brown penis entered Stephanie’s tight, reddish vagina.

 

The world stopped turning for one moment; Stephanie felt the cock sliding into a tightened vagina, felt the cramps and felt the awful truth: He fucked her, he raped her. And she knew this fact of life would never be changeable again. If she lived to be a hundred, she would still live with the knowledge, that one time, a black man had fucked her against her will.

But the young woman did not get much time to think about the truth in life. Her tormentor started what seemed to be the fastest fuck in human history.

He held on to her breast, pressed his fingers rather tightly into them, and fucked the Reporter hard and very fast. And all the time his friends kept on chatting about it, kept on laughing and watching the rape rather fascinated.

Stephanie’s body was shaking and was moving up and down the old sacks. Each time he withdrew his penis from her body, she was sure she would slide down to the ground. But the man held her with his pelvis and his hands that would not get off her breasts. Indeed his fingers kept on pressing into the firm flesh, knitting, massaging and rubbing over them and the expensive silken fabric he liked so much.

She closed her eyes and tried to get a hold, tried to press her fingers into those sacks while she was being raped.

The other had come closer and stood in a half circle around their friend and the young Reporter; they were almost speechless…and enjoying the rape.

Again and again his pelvis moved forward and again and again his huge, dark cock entered Stephanie’s vagina. It entered a vagina that hurt like the fires of hell; it entered a vagina…tight and cramped.

The girl pressed her eyelids even tighter and salty tears came running down her soft cheeks. He fucked her…and after a while his fast and hard movements became slower. He was exhausted and he knew that he was about to get what he wanted. And even Stephanie felt that it was about to happen…

- I’m a rape victim…I’m a rape victim… -

And in a final thrust of the man’s penis into Stephanie’s vagina a flood of white and slow running sperm shot out of the black man…into the young and fragile Reporter that had had high ambitions. Her ambitions had brought Stephanie into this dusty cellar in the worst part of town. Her ambitions had let her here where she was being raped.

 

Sounds of exhaustion filled the hot room and were mixed with sounds of joy and laughter. Sounds of pain could not be heard, not because they weren’t there…but, because the other sounds of power over a beautiful, young woman were much louder. They had control; they could do whatever they wanted to do. This girl, this Reporter was like a sex-toy to them and they would have their sex no matter what.

 

The man stepped back; his hands slid down her body, let go of her hurting breasts. He pulled his weakening cock out of the throbbing vagina and started laughing. His laugh was the laugh of a man who could do anything he wanted. He had his orgasm…he had fucked this girl. He had knitted her great breasts…had touched this incredibly sexy fabric…this silk that had made him even hornier. He let his satisfaction out by groaning and smiling at the same time.

“This bitch was great…Oh my God, what a fuck.”

The man who had been given a blowjob came closer and bent over the still crying girl.

“How was it for you Baby? Still horny?”

Stephanie opened her eyes and looked into his sweat covered face. She felt numb, she felt weak and she felt like she did not care if they would kill her on the spot. Stephanie’s body was shaking in pain and when her fingers let go of the sacks, she slid down to the dirty cellar ground.

Her rapist stepped back and the other men bend over her…trying to figure out how this reporter was reacting, what she was doing.

The girl lay on the ground; her beige colored, wide pants lay around her ankles like a snake, her panties on top of them. They could see her pubic hair and when they went to their knees, they could see her vagina. They saw the blouse that the second rapist had been so fond of, and they saw a young woman crying in pain.

Somehow she did not care anymore what those four black men would do to her. Somehow it did not matter if they killed her…

All there was was the pain…pain that filled her head, filled her body and filled the whole room. It filled Stephanie’s world, her very existence. And, all of a sudden, an image popped into her mind. She remembered them…her informant, a man who was kneeing close by. And his sister…yes, his sister, another girl…

The young Reporter opened up he eyes and began sitting up. She looked up, into those smiling and still brutal faces of a gang of black men. Two of them had already been pleased by her…

Two of them had raped her, had destroyed her life.

“Come, Bitch, get on your feet.”

Before Stephanie could grasp a thought, an idea, strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet.

There she stood…her pants and panties still between her feet. There she stood…raped and bruised…humiliated.

“Please,” she sobbed, “let me go. And…,” she pointed towards her informant, “…and let them go as well.”

A third man, shorter than the first two, but with a huge belly, came closer.

“Why do you care?”

“Because…,” she felt weak and almost collapsed. But they held her…”because…”

Before Stephanie could say another word the shorter man (he was about as tall as she was) hit her square in her face.

 

The world exploded in a very bright light. She saw his angry face like an afterimage and went down to the ground again. But before she had found control the man kicked her hard into he stomach and blood shot out of Stephanie’s mouth. She screamed and tried to roll back; she tried to get out of reach. That was when strong hands grabbed her again and pulled her up. She then was pressed against the wall close to the pile of rubbish and sacks. The man came closer…

“Get her pants and stuff off…”

The other men grabbed the Reporters legs and only seconds later they pulled her pants and her panties over her feet. Her shoes followed and now she only wore the blouse that still covered her breasts.

“You will not care about anything…anymore…bitch.”

He grabbed her throat and again white light filled Stephanie’s head. She tried to breathe; she tried to stay conscious…

“Now…Honey…do you know what’s going to happen next?”

She blinked away her tears and somehow wondered why he had reacted so drastically about her words. Why would he mind if she cared about the Informant and his sister?

“Do you?”

She shook her head a little…

“No…”

He then smiled at he and his nose almost touched hers.

“You filthy daughter of a bitch…you will learn what it is…to suffer.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide, her beautiful face covered with sweat, and she knew that it wasn’t over yet.

And before Stephanie could think he started unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly and with wet and shaking fingers, the Rapist revealed more and more of her upper body.

Stephanie’s mouth was wide open and she did not know why…but it felt like the exposure of her breasts would start the real deal.

Finally the last button was pressed through small hole and the shorter man grabbed her shoulders. His fingers slid underneath the silk and he pulled the blouse down.

 

Stephanie, the young and ambitious Reporter, stood naked in a hot and dusty cellar. Everyone’s eyes were fixated on her slim and seemingly perfect body. The shorter man did not approach her promptly, and the young woman did not know what she was supposed to do. Instinctively her left hand covered her vaginal area though she suddenly realized that this gesture was incredibly ridiculous. Now that she had already been raped…now where sperm was dripping from her vaginal lips…

Her vision got dimmed by more salty tears and her legs wanted to give in. It was like her knees suddenly had turned into pudding and the air had become milky. She groaned and stumbled backwards, where her back met the bricks of the wall. She wanted to get to her knees…

“Oh God…please let me go…please.”

The shorter man stepped forward again and grabbed the young woman by her arms again. And again he yanked her to her feet and moved his nose closer to her nose.

“Come, Honey...time to teach you another lesson from the Karma sutra.”

He pulled her across the room and all of his friends (as well as the Informant and his sister) stepped aside.

Stephanie then could make out one old oven…rusty and massive. What would he do to her? Would he burn her?

But no, this was ridiculous as well. He wouldn’t…or would he!?

He pushed the woman forward and Stephanie hit the oven with her stomach. She groaned even louder and her fingers grabbed the opposite edge of the old and rusty oven. And when the shorter man started groaning she turned and saw him laughing.

“Already in the right position Honey… You really want it…do you!?”

He did not let her think and grabbed her pelvis with two strong hands from behind. And at this moment the Reporter knew what he would do to her.

“No!”

She yelled that one word in complete panic. He simply couldn’t do that to her….it…

It was something animals would do…

“No,” she repeated.

And he let go of her pelvis.

 

The relieve did not last very long: Stephanie could hear the sounds of pants being opened and then pulled down. She turned her head and saw his massive cock rising…

He stepped forward and with his left hand he grabbed her pelvis again. He forced his strong fingers as deep and as hard as he was able to into her flesh and hot pain shot through Stephanie’s body. The man looked into the half circle of his friends and held up high the middle finger of his right hand. But he did not want to offend them…

He moved the finger, unseen by his victim, closer to Stephanie’s butt. It almost touched both buttocks…hovered between them, still unseen by her.

“What do you want?”

She was desperate since she already knew what would happen to her. But Stephanie found this to be so revolting, so humiliating, and so unthinkable that she would have accepted any other need from him.

“What?!”

And then the tip of his middle finger touched both buttocks at the same time.

“No!”

She started wining, crying and pleading for mercy. But it wouldn’t happen.

The shorter man pushed his middle finger into Stephanie’s asshole.

 

It was a shock; a moment when her heart stopped beating, a moment when her eyes became wide and she actually was able to see clearly. The finger penetrated her anus and was pushed fast and hart into her rear end. The girl couldn’t breathe…

And the shorter man pushed it deeper into her. He pulled it out, pushed it in and was doing circles. He tried to widen the opening and Stephanie knew what he would do.

“Please don’t…don’t fuck me…please!”

All of a sudden he had lost any interest in widening her anus. The shorter man took his cock into his right hand and stepped forward. The tip of the cock touched her butt and she yelled out all her pain.

“Please….no…!”

He grabbed her pelvis with his two hands…

His eight fingers and his two thumps were pressed real hard into her flesh and Stephanie screamed out again. More tears shot out of her eyes and she then closed them while her fingers held on tight to the rusty edge of that old oven.

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She felt the pressure building up; she felt her buttocks parting, felt the huge, brown cock entering her rectum…

And Stephanie felt incredible pain.

The rod widened the tight opening with shear and brutal force; skin broke and blood soon covered the shorter man’s penis. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper and his sounds of lust and power were then covered by the crying girl’s sounds of pain.

“No...No…oh God!”

But if there was a God near by he wouldn’t listen to a young woman, to a young ambitious Reporter who had hoped to climb up the ladder of success. No one would listen but a gang of poor and desperate men and two equally desperate victims who were kneeling in the dirt.

Stephanie’s fingers still held on to the rusty edge of that old oven while her legs were pushed apart with kicks from her tormentor. He held her pelvis tight and pushed his cock all the way into her anus. Finally his belly touched her buttocks and when that happened the girl knew that the shorter man’s penis was fully buried in her butt.

“No…!”

Tears covered her face and it distorted into a mask of desperation. The pain was burning so hot and it wouldn’t go away. And then it started to get worse…

The rapist started fucking Stephanie’s ass.

And hell broke loose.

 

Each thrust of his hard and big cock tore more thin skin from the inner canal of Stephanie’s anus. Each thrust felt like the man had pushed a burning branch into her back. The knuckles of Stephanie’s fingers were white and her face distorted. She cried heavily and if it wasn’t for the shorter man’s grip, she would have fallen to the ground. But his fingers duck into her flesh and her pelvis while his lower body moved back and forth…back and forth…and his hard and now wet penis pushed his way into the girl’s ass.

The other men were fascinated by the pain their victim had to endure; they were fascinated by their friend and his control over the white slut.

Yes, he taught that white chick a lesson she wouldn’t forget. She would crawl back into her part of town; she would crawl back to where the privileged and white people lived. And, yes, she would then know not to write about something that wasn’t supposed to be written about. She wouldn’t heal for some time…neither her beautiful body nor her privileged white soul.

 And their friend did a very good job.

He fucked the bitch harder and harder into her shaking and now very reddish ass. Her buttocks were shaking like jell-o and blood came running out of her hole.

The started laughing and they pointed at her with dirty fingers. And there was still one man left. He couldn’t wait…

His friends, yes, they were satisfied. One had been given a blow job. One had fucked the bitch. And one was doing her right now.

But Bill…he was last. And he did not yet know what he would do to her. But it would have to be soon. Otherwise, he thought, he would simply explode.


Stephanie was about to loose consciousness. She only felt the incredible pain in her anus and the sharp pain in her fingers that still held on to the edge of the rusty oven. She was exhausted and her whole body was shaking throughout the fuck. Somehow it felt like the rape had lasted now over an hour, but time had no meaning to her anymore. Her only wish was this rape to end now…

-Please…-

And then the thrusts of the shorter man’s penis in her rectum became more violent. He pushed the rod faster into her and then he let go of her pelvis. Instead he grabbed her shaking buttocks and pressed them apart. He now had full view to her rectum and he smiled when he saw his dark brown cock in stark contrast to her white-reddish flesh. He pushed faster…faster…and his breathing became almost asthmatic. He pushed and was breathing heavily…and then…

“Yes, yes, yes…oh…yes!”

Faster, faster, faster…

His victim let go of the oven and almost fell, but he pressed her slim figure hard against the edge of the oven that buried itself deep into her belly and made the young Reporter cry even louder.

“Yessssss…oh yes….!”

And Sperm shot into Stephanie’s ass. Sperm went its way into the hot and wet body. Sperm ran over open wounds and soon there would be a reason to visit a doctor that would have bad news.

The shorter man pushed again and again like he wasn’t ready to accept that the rape was over now. But after a while his brown and huge cock weakened and he had to let go of his victim. He simply stepped back and let go of her.

Stephanie sank to the ground. But before she touched the ground she had finally lost consciousness.

 

It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t sleep. It was pure blackness and the total absence of any thought, any feeling and almost any life. Stephanie’s naked and bruised body lay on the dirty cellar ground and did not move at all. The Gangsters formed a circle around her and the shorter man pulled up his pants. Now it was only one man. Fat Tony he was called. And the name was obvious. His bald head sat on one enormous body that was wobbling with every move he made. He wore jeans and one white tank top, and he bent forward and grabbed the young woman by he shoulders. He then tried to shake her awake but did not succeed.

“Get some water…or something. I wanna fuck her…conscious.”

The leader of the team, the one who had been given a blow job by the young Reporter, went around the corner and came back only a minute later with one old and rusty bucket of water. He then stepped towards the young woman and when he came to a halt directly above her head he emptied the bucket over that head.

 

Stephanie was pulled out of the blackness with the brutal force of ice cold water. She gasped for air and her body began to shake again. At first she did not know where she was, but only ten seconds later she looked up into the smiling faces of black Gangsters who had just raped her.

-God…please let me die-

One fat man stood over her and smiled down into her fear stricken face.

“Hello little slut… Wanna have some fun?”

She did not answer but only felt the whole weight of all the pain grabbing her body. She was shivering in pain and had to spat out old sperm and some saliva. More old sperm ran down her chin and she started crying again.

“Please, let me go…please!”

The fat man stopped smiling.

“On your feet slut or I’ll fuck your dead body.”

Only slowly the young woman stood up and had to grab the fat man’s left arm in order not to fall right back to the ground.

He smiled at her and then she had to watch him opening his pants, letting them down, stepping out of them and…his penis was rising to it’s full erect form.

“Come…,” he grabbed he left arm and moved her towards the old oven again. When they had reached it, Stephanie was turned around and her lower back was pressed hart against the oven.

The fat man took her bare breasts into his hands, looked her deep into the eyes and started knitting them.

“God, you guys were so right…they are perfect.”

Stephanie did not mind him pressing her breasts anymore; her sense of pain and any hope were gone. She only flinched when he pressed her breasts too hard.

She did not care at all when he pressed her thighs apart and when she saw that his cock came closer to her vagina. She closed her eyes and felt it entering her body.

 

She lay naked on the dirty cellar ground. Her chest was moving rapidly up and down, her body was covered in dirt, sweat and sperm. She lay there, her legs and arms stretched apart, with open eyes…looking up into the faces of four Gangsters that were smiling down on Stephanie.

“What are we going to do about you?”

She did not say a word.

“Maybe we should just forget about our orders…maybe we should just kill you.”

She gulped away some saliva…her heart beating faster…not saying a word.

“No…,” the team leader just waved his thoughts away; “…I say we let her here. She has learned her lesson.”

His friends mumbled some agreement.

“Yeah…you don’t write about things you don’t deserve to know about, Pussy…right!?”

This time the bruised and battered woman on the ground felt that she had to respond to his words. Too much was at stake…

“Yes. I…I will not write about it.”

He nodded and rubbed his chin.

“Good. And…and remember, Honey…if you do write about it, and our Boss hears about it…” he waved his right index finger at her, “…you’ll have guests again. Understood!?”

Again she had to gulp away some saliva.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He was about to turn away when he stopped and turned back. But instead of looking at her, he glanced into the smiling faces of his friends.

“I feel like I could relieve myself; How about you?”

At first the young woman did not know what the man meant. She simply looked into their faces…

“Yeah.”

“Yes, I can do that.”

“Mmhhh!”

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Then the leader opened up his pants again. Stephanie thought he would rape her again…but his cock did not harden.

“What are you doing?”

She was only capable of whispering…shook her head…and then saw it coming.

A huge beam of urine hit Stephanie square into her face.

 

The other members of the Gang had come up to the fragile body on the floor; they had opened their pants as well and had taken out their cocks…had started to pee on the girl.

Stephanie just couldn’t believe what was happening to her; not only had she been raped several times…no, like that hadn’t been enough…now they actually peed on her. Stinky, light yellow urine hit her slim body and mixed with blood and sweat. She held out her hands, shook her head and pleaded for mercy that wouldn’t come.

“This tells you how to work as a Reporter.”

“Don’t you write about it any more?!”

“…or we’ll come and fuck you again!”

The leader stopped peeing and came to his knees; he shook his head and the other men stopped urinating as well. The man then grabbed Stephanie’s short, dark blonde hair and yanked on it violently. Tears shot into her eyes and the girl’s face distorted into a mask of pain.

“Is that understood, bitch?!”

She did not answer immediately and the leader took this as an excuse to pull even harder on her hair.

“No!”

“So, you keep on writing things…do you!?”

Again he yanked on her hair and Stephanie let out a cry of desperation.

“No…I mean…I…I will not write about your boss anymore…I promise!”

He started nodding…

“That sounds good. Good for you I mean!”

Another yank…

Then he let go of her head and stood up again. He and his friends (and the Informant with his sister) were still in a circle around the slim, shaking and violated body of a young Reporter. The girl had been raped four times…they had urinated on her…and each and every one of them felt good about it. The Informant felt good, because he hated Stephanie for putting him and his sister into this hell…

The Gangsters felt good because each of them had had a great fuck and a perverse satisfaction from peeing on the young woman.

“Now…boys…why don’t we leave our little Reporter alone. She’ll need some time alone, before she gets dressed and gets back into her part of the town…I guess!”

The other men nodded and uttered words of acknowledgement. They then started leaving.

“What…what about the,” Stephanie pointed at the Informant and his sister, “…what about them?”

The Leader turned around and looked at Stephanie with a huge question mark on his face.

“Didn’t I just tell you not to stick your nose into these things?”

He came back and went to his knees again. He grabbed her throat and pressed his fingers tightly around her neck. Stephanie couldn’t breathe…

Her hands went to her throat and she tried to open his hand…with no success.

But then he let go and started smiling.

“On the other hand…why don’t we do it here Boys!?”

She did not understand…

But when he got to his feet again, when he pulled a gun and when he pointed towards the poor fellow who had been drawn into this political charade, Stephanie knew what was going to happen. The Reporter held out one hand and shook her head; she said “No” without any sound leaving her mouth and could only flinch when the thunder rolled through the dusty cellar.

 

The Informant lay bleeding and dead on the ground; his sister was crying heavily and Stephanie felt numb to the bone.

“No…,” she whispered, “…no please no…!”

The Leader smiled and his men were laughing.

“This is what is going to happen to your Informant…and his sister!”

A second gun shot pulled the silence apart…and when a head hit the ground with a sound of fate; Stephanie’s eyes were filled with salty tears again…

She shook her head and kept repeating the word “No” over and over again.

“Now…if I were you, Honey…I would keep my mouth shut before we do something unpleasant!”

The man looked into her wet face and war apparently looking for any hint what the Reporter would do.

Stephanie knew that any word she might utter, any sound she might make could lead into her own death. And so she did not say anything; instead she lay back on the dusty ground and closed her eyes.

“Finally you keep your mouth shut, Baby. Now, remember…if you ever write a word about our Boss…if you ever do anything…we’ll see each other again.”

She opened up her eyes and saw them leaving. A short while longer Stephanie could hear the Gang walking through the Ruin…and then they were gone. They left a naked, young woman; they left a girl who had been raped and tortured. And they left two dead bodies.

 

It took her over an hour before Stephanie managed to get to her feet again. Another ten minutes passed before she had the strength to grab her cloth…

And though her body was covered in urine, sweat and blood, she dressed. All the time the young Reporter tried to avoid to look at the dead bodies; dead bodies she was accountable for. If it hadn’t been for her professional drive, if it hadn’t been for her curiosity, the man and his sister would still live. Stephanie broke out in tears and she had to get hold of something or otherwise she would have collapsed again. She placed dirty fingers over her eyes and felt tremors all over her body. She had been raped and those poor people had been shot. But then a thought came to her: It wasn’t entirely her fault. John Syne…

One name: John Syne.

He was the one who had hired those bastards; it was his fault. He…

What if Stephanie could prove it? What…

But what if the Gangsters would come to her again? What if they would rape her again? What, if they would kill her?

She was too confused, too beaten up to grasp a rational thought. And so she stumbled out of the cellar, up the stairs and onto the streets.

No one was there and somehow this reality made her even worse: She had gone through hell, and no one was there to have noticed it. No one was there and no one but her was miserable. Stephanie found her way to her car and sat behind the steering wheel. The car left the curb and the crying and shaking young woman found her way back to her world.

 

Stephanie drove directly to an ER where she got treatment for her physical wounds. She told some cops the whole story. Maybe not the whole story…

She left out the part of John Syne…and that it had been that man who had hired these Rapists and Killers.

She told them that she had followed a phone call from the now dead informant…without knowing what he would tell her.

Maybe she would rectify those lies later. Maybe she would dig deeper into the sick grounds of John Syne. Maybe she would find out…

And maybe she would get lucky: Maybe these men wouldn’t show up again. Maybe they would not rape her again.

 

 

 

 

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The best lessons are learned in school.

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"Hey, hey...Jessie..." Jason said trying to get Jessie's attetion in the hall at school.

Jessie turned around with a smile that soon faded as soon as she saw the smile on Jason's face. "I told you already Jason...I went out with you once that's all I want."

"Oh come on, Jess. We used protection. I'm sorry I got you knocked up...but remember I told you I would help take care of it because it's also mine or you can put it up for adoption. But this time if we do fuck you won't have to use protection or worry about getting pregnant." Jason laughed a little. Well if you couldreally call it a laugh at all.

"Jason! What do you think I am! A SLUT!" Jessie said in a whispering yell.

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant."

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; he leaned in towards her "I did like taking your virginity though." he whispered in her ear.

Jessie gasped and sarted to walk off and Jason ran after he and tried to stop her. She just pulled away from him. "Meet me in Room 225 at 5:30. The school will be empty by then and they leave the back door of the school open." with that said Jessie ran off to her next class without looking back. He stared at her long wavy dark blonde hair all the way down her back and her he nice round ass. She was pretty. 5'7, long thin georgous leggs, 42 D tits, nice abs. She looks really nice today expecially with her short skirt not covering her thong at all and her skin tight shirt showing her belly button and her belly button ring.

Jason showed up 15 minutes lates with a bookbag full of sex toys. Not intended to be used on Jessie though. But he had second thoughts when he found out that she didn't show up on time. Jason was going to wait around all night if he had to. he ended up waiting for 3 1/2 hours before Jessie ended up walking into the classroom.

"Hey...Jason." She walked over to the teacher's desk and sat on top and crossed her leggs so he couldn't see anything. "So what do you want to talk about?"

He walked up to her "You're a sassy bitch!" and he slapped her.

"Shut the fuck up!" She tried to get down off of the desk but then Jason grabbed her wrist and said "lay on your stomach!"

"What the fuck is wrong is with you?!" Jessie yelled.

"I said lay down on your stomach." Jason whispered in her ear as her pulled a small knife out of pocket and put it up to her throat. "Now will you lay on your stomach?" Jason said grinning.

Jessie slowly layed on her stomach. Jason reach down and flipped up her skirt and pulled her pantied around he ankles. He touch he nice round ass. Jason walked over and picked up his bag and pulled out all of this toys. He grabbed a 4 inch round dildo and a paddle. He slowly walked over to Jessie and slapped her ass.

"You fucking bastard!" and she tried to turn over on her back. He put the knife back up to her throat. She stayed on her stomach.

Jason put a finger up Jessie's ass and she started screaming and crying. "Good." He lined up the dildo to her asshole and he took the paddle and started hitting the dildo. Like hitting a nail with a hammer. Jessie was trying not to move but she was screaming and begging him to stop. All he did was laugh. When the dildo was all the way in he pulled out very quickly and he started fucking her with the dildo. FAST AND HARD until she started bleeding.

"For screaming so loud you'll be punished." He took out the dildo and started paddleing her little ass until it turned bright red. He picked her up and he leaned her over the desk and shoved her dick up her still tight pussy. He fucked her pussy until she wasn't so tight. She was trying to scratch his arms and leggs to get him to let her go. He pulled out of her pulled and just just his dick right up her pussy without any warning and pounded her until she got slightly less tight. He pulled out and put her back on the desk. He went down on he and started bitting her clit and she purposly pissed on him. He got up slappd her twice and bit her clit so hard until you could see his teeth marks in her clit. Then he slammed her fists into her and contuined until she losened up so his fists barely fit. He slapped her one last time and grabbed his things and left.

One night she will never forget

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        One night she won’t forget

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     She was 5’3 with brown hair and brown eyes. She had a nice body for a young woman with size 48 double d’s. He was about 5’10 with brown hair and eyes. He was very athletic throughout his years.

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    They were married for about two years now and it was New Years Eve. They had tickets to a party at the firehouse and they showered and dressed. They took their daughter to his mom’s house for his mom to baby-sit. As they drove they were happy about doing something together, because he drove trucks and was not home a lot.

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     After they dropped their kid off, they headed to the firehouse to party the New Year in. When they arrived he knew a lot of the people and she felt kind of out of place. They went in and found some seats and sat down waiting for the band to start.

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    He went to get them some drinks, while she sat at the table. A friend of hers from school came over and talked with her for a while. While he walked around talking to people he knew. They drank heavy most of the night and got into an argument half way through the night. She wanted to go home and he wanted to stay.

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    This angered him and was his excuse to drink even more. And since he was driving she had no choice but to stay. He was talking to the chief of police about an incident that happened years ago. And somehow someone over heard them talking and said he was threatening the chief.

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    This started a fight in there and a couple of guys told him to sit down and stay there. This really pissed him off and he was ready to fight all three of them. He was yelling at them who the fuck do you think you are. I’m not in the service no more and you sure as hell ain’t my commander.

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    About this time a friend came up and told him that his wife had left and was walking home. This made him more upset and he tore out of the firehouse with these three guys on his tail. He got to the car and noticed the three guys coming at him. So he popped the trunk and grabbed one of his baseball bats and dared them to mess with him.

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    I guess they didn’t want any parts of that and returned to the firehouse to party. He got into his car and sped away in his search for her. He drove up and down the roads all the way to his house and back. Taking different roads each time looking for her. Being very concerned because it was below freezing outside.

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     He continued to drive around for several hours looking for his wife; worried that something could happen to her on a night where every one is out partying.

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    He went back to the firehouse looking in hopes that she went back there. His friend told her she wasn’t there and then his friend and his wife went looking for her too.

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    Meanwhile Rose was going to walk home, because she had enough of her bullheaded husband. But she knew he would be out looking for her and she was drunk and just wanted to go home without any more hassles. So she went on some back roads to keep him from finding her.

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    Every time a car would come, she would hide in the woods and come back out after it goes by. As she was walking she realized that she had to go pee again, so she went into the woods to pee. As she was coming out a car was coming and she tried to get back into the woods without being seen.

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    The car slowed down but continued moving up the road and around the bend. So she thought that it didn’t see her. So she continued walking up the road on her way home.

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    Meanwhile these 4 guys driving around drinking were headed up that same road. When they came around a bend they thought they seen a woman starting to come out of the woods. Then they saw her go back into the woods. They slowed their car down but went on to make this woman think they didn’t see her. They went around another bend and stopped their car and walked back down the road to wait.

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    As she continued to walk home she rounded the next bend. She thought she heard something and looked to her right into the woods. About then two of the guys ran across the road and grabbed her pushing her into the woods.

Half dragging her and half pushing her all four of them were forcing her deeper into the woods.

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    Once they felt they were far enough into the woods, they pushed her to the ground. Where the four men held her down and stuck a bottle of jack Daniels to her mouth. Telling her to drink the bottle straight down. As she opened her mouth to say no, she got a mouthful of the JD and started choking on it.

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    One of the men grabbed her tit at the nipple and started squeezing and twisting it. Telling her she had better drink it and do as they say or else. The pain hurt her real bad and she started gulping the whiskey down. And when the bottle was empty they started grabbing at her. The ripped the front of her shirt, causing the buttons to all fly off. Then one grabbed her bra and gave a big yank and it was ripped right off her body.

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     They continued to pull her shirt completely off, then her pants and panties. One of the men said, “Wow look at the size of those knockers” And he started feeling them. Another shoved his hand down between her legs and worked his finger into her snatch saying “This thing is really good and tight, we’ll have to loosen it up for her.

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    About then he dropped his pants and climbed on top of her forcing his way between her legs. She was struggling at first until he grabbed her nipple again and threatened her. She opened her legs and let him slip his dick into her pussy.

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    By now the whiskey is starting to hit her and make her drunker then ever. She is feeling one of the men around her head, and then she hears them say, “Here suck on my cock and eat my sperm”. As she can feel a cock at her mouth she hears him say “Open up bitch, I want you to suck my cock”. She shook her head no and she felt someone grab her nipple again twisting it hard.

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    She slowly opened her mouth and was told to suck on it as it went into her mouth. She wanted to gag from this. She could feel the one pumping away at her pussy start to cum. By now her head is swimming with drunkenness. And she feels the cock in her mouth hardening and pumping more. The one between her legs gets up and another one climbs in the same place.

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    With a sudden unexpected eruption in her mouth, she is caught by surprise with the fluids being released in there with nowhere for it to go but down. So she swallows three gulps of cum her throat and opens her mouth. The man tells her to keep sucking it. She closes her mouth back around it and continues sucking on his cock. After a few minutes he pulls it from her mouth and says thank you ma’am.

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    Then she feels another cock at her lips and knows she is going to have to do it again. So she opens up her mouth and allows the cock in, then closes her mouth around it to make it fit better for the man. Knowing at this point that she can either go along with it and get it over, or fight it and they will give it to her anyway. So she is going to get this over with.

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    Again she feels the rush of cum entering her pussy and the pumping of the cock in there keeps going. And the cock in her mouth is trying to push further into her mouth.

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    The guy fucking her pussy stops and gets off of her, then another one is on top of her. He is shoving his cock into her pussy and ramming her hard into her thighs. The cock in her mouth is getting bigger, so she knows he’s close to Cumming. She prepares herself for another load in her mouth and trying not to think about it too much cause it could make her gag and throw up.

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    His juices start flowing into her mouth and she has to take only two gulps with this guy. She keeps sucking on his cock because she thinks that is what they want. He says to the other guys “Look she keeps sucking my cock even after I am done, She really wants it bad”. This excites the one fucking her and he starts pounding her pussy harder. And within a minute he is Cumming in her.

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    Another cock is placed in front of her mouth and she opens and starts sucking this one too. At the same time another one is climbing on top of her for a fuck. He drives his cock into her and slaps it in her with full force and he keeps fucking her that way. The other guy is pumping her mouth hard about now.

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    She is wondering how much longer she can do this, cause she is feeling really drunk and wants to be done. So she sucks the cock in her mouth harder and fucks back at the one fucking her cunt. Hoping that it will make them cum faster and they will leave her alone so she can get home.

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    She feels the explosion in her mouth and starts gulping down as fast as she can, so not to taste it. But after the fourth gulp she feels more still and prays he is soon done before she gets sick. Then there is an eruption in her pussy, as the guy keeps pumping in and out of her.

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    Thinking she is done and they will leave her alone. She tries to sit up and one guy grabs her saying, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, we’re not done yet. And rolling her over, she feels one of them on her back.

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    She is thinking what the hell are these guys doing and about then she felt the cock rip her ass hole. She had their juices and hers running down her ass, so it was nice a lubed up for them. She started to scream and one threw his hand over her mouth telling her to shut up.

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    As he plunged it in and out of her ass, she lay there with tears rolling down her face from the pain. One after another she felt them fuck her anal canal. With them claiming that it is nice and tight and should be broke in when they are done.

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    After the last one fucked her ass, they ran off very fast hoping she wouldn’t be able to follow them. But she just lay there shivering from the cold wishing she hadn’t gone out at all.

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    She got up and searched for her clothes, finding her shirt and pants. Her Jacket, shoes, bra and panties she couldn’t find. So she decided to just head for home.

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    As she walked up the road she came to another bigger road. As she was just getting to the bigger road, a car came by slowed down and stopped. A guy opened his door and said, “Do you need a ride?” She said “No thank you”

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    The guy got out of the car walked up to her and told her it was really cold out here and she could get frost bite. That’s when he noticed she didn’t have a coat on and that her shirt was torn. He asked her how long she had been outside and she told him for hours. He then told her he was an intern at the local hospital and he wanted to take her there.

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    They walked to the car and she got into the back seat and he got into the front. He flipped open his phone and acted like he was making a call to the hospital. He was talking like he was talking to a doctor. Then he hung up and turned to her saying “Dr. Roberts wants me to do an exam on you while we are taking you to the hospital.

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    He opens the glove box and grabs a pen light and jumps in the back with her. He tells her don’t be afraid I am going to check you out for frostbite and the nature of it.

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    Rose being drunk and not knowing any better agrees to an exam. He tells the guy driving to get them to the hospital but be careful. She then starts telling them about the four guys and how they had raped her. And the guy who was in the back asked about more details of what had happened.

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    So she went through the whole story of how she was walking and how the guys forced her into the woods and everything. She told of how she was forced to suck and fuck, even up the ass. She even told them how big each guys cock was and how much cum they shot.

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    At this point they are just sitting still and the guy in the back tells her he needs to exam her neck and back. So he has her turn towards him and he grabs her shirt to pull it to both sides to get a good look at her chest. And she is still drunk from the whiskey and believing everything he tells her.

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    He shines his light around her neck ad down to her breasts. He can’t help but think how he would love to play with these tits. The guy in the front is looking at them too. He tells her He thinks she has a bad case of frostbite to the third degree and she needs medical help right away.

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   This gets her thinking and he touches her skin and asks if it tingles or burns. And she tells him it kind of burns with a tingle. So he tells her he needs to see her back. So she turns around and he pulls her shirt off completely. He asks if when she was raped if they had her shirt off, she said yes.

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    Here she believes every word and thinking the worst as he tells her it’s really bad. He keeps on with this exam and lifts her hair up to look at her neck. He then asks if her pants were off and if there was anything else she forgot to tell them.

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    He tells her he needs to see her legs and torso to determine if she has frostbite in any of those areas. First get on your hands and knees, I will examine you backside to see how bad it is, She gets on her hands and knees and he pulls her pants down below her hips.

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    He looks at her ass and tells her it is really bad with frostbite. He then tells her to lie on her back and let him examine the front of her legs. She rolls onto her back and he pulls her pants down more. He tells her its real bad on the front too. He pulls her pants off the right leg saying he wants to see the lower part of her leg. Then he does the same with the left leg and now without realizing it she is completely naked.

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    He then tells her that he needs to see the back of her legs and has her lift up the left one first. He’s shining the light up and down her leg and to her pussy for quick looks at it. He has her put her leg up over the back of the seat and lifts the right one now. He does the same thing with that leg all the while telling her she has frostbite all over to the third degree really bad.

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    By now she is laying there naked and spread wide open when he tells her he needs to look at her chest again, because it is real red now. He tells her not to move as he gets on his knees between her legs.

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    But while he was acting like he was doing the exam, he was undoing his pants ad the zipper. As he shifted each time he pulled his pants and boxers down. Now as he turned to get on his knees he dropped them the rest of the way. He then leaned over her and had his cock ready for action as he was acting like he was doing an exam on her chest again.

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    About then he leaned down ad grabbed her right tit and told her he was going to help her get her body temp up to normal. And at the same time he tried to be sneaky he pushed his cock into her pussy. She looked at him and asked “ What are you doing” and he replied, “What’s it look like bitch, I’m getting me some pussy”.

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    He continued to fuck her and pound his cock into her harder. The guy in the front found a spot to park and was reaching back to play with her left tit. The one fucking her said to her that they just wanted to get some from her and since she had already been raped it won’t hurt anything if they get some too.

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    He kept banging her pussy until he came inside her and by then the guy in the front was standing there by the back door waiting for his turn with this woman. The first guy pulls it out and gets off of her and the second guy jumps right in on top of her. As he guides his cock into her love nest he feels the tightness of her pussy around his cock. He starts slamming his member in her thrust after thrust.

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    He drills her for about ten minutes before loosing his load deep in her. Then the first guy makes her roll over and climbs in the back to where her head is. He makes her suck on is dick, and the second guy see a open invitation to her ass and jumps on her from behind. She has this cock in her mouth and he has a hold of her head forcing her head up and down on his shaft. And she feels the splitting of her ass as the second guy drives his cock in her ass.

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    This goes on for a while and they switch places several times going in and out of her in different places in her body. Then they throw her clothes at her and jump in the car, after making her get out. They take off spinning stones from the wheels so they try to leave fast without her getting a good look at the car or plates.

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    She is standing there naked and drunk, not knowing where the hell she is or where to go. She walks down the driveway that she’s in and finds a road. She stands there a few minutes trying to decide which way she needs to go. She goes to the left and walks down the road.

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    She walks several miles and finds a road she knows. She is freezing and feeling empty inside after this night of hell. She realizes she is a couple of miles from her home and heads in that direction. An hour and a half later she walks down her driveway and finds her home all dark, but home at last.

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  They stayed together for several more years but she turned against having sex at all. She wanted no part of sex ever again. And he left her one-day because of it.

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    I wonder if she thinks about that night and if she will ever walk down dark back roads ever again.

Taken By Two Boys: Home Rape Parts 1 and 2

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Tim and Jeff had hated Billy for the longest time. Ever since grade school they looked down on him with nothing but scorn and envy. They were both bitter, hormonal teens, 13 and angry at the world. Since he was little, Billy had led a carefree, happy life.

His mother, Amy Robertson, an attractive woman in her mid 30s, walked him to school every morning. With her shapely behind, she attracted the attention of all the boys she walked passed, and a few teachers too. So innocent in nature, she failed to realize this. Tim thought she had great tits, and he was right. She had a pretty face and lovely flowing brown hair. She was about 5’11 and very well rounded.

As long as he could remember, Tim wanted to fuck her. Jeff also had an immense desire to have sex with her sin

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ce the first time he saw her walk Billy to school. The two would regularly jack off to thoughts about her and often discussed fantasies of what they’d like to do to her. Tim and Jeff made it a habit to pick on Billy. They tormented him relentlessly but there was little he could do without substantial evidence. If he ever cried to the teacher, he would just dismiss it as schoolyard roughhousing, Tim and Jeff would take advantage of this and made sure not to leave any obvious bruises or wounds.

The nature of their bullying was often mental rather than physical. Soon this news got to Billy’s mother and father, who were obviously upset about these incidents. However, Tim and Jeff always got away without reprehension as they were just 13 years old. Billy, who was only 13, felt hopeless. It became more and more common for his mother to walk him to and from school to avoid bullying, much to Tim and Jeff’s delight.

Soon she could feel them stare her up and down as she waited for her son to come out of his lessons, and hated herself for being put in such a situation against her will. What else could she do if her son faced constant abuse?

Jeff loved every second of it.

“Holy shit dude, my cock gets rock hard every time I see that bitch.” He said, adjusting his boner and lying down on his bed. “Even thinking about her…”

“I know man,” Tim said, turning away from Jeff’s computer momentarily. “You see what she was wearing yesterday? What I wouldn’t give to bone her.”

Jeff sat up. “Tell me about it. I’d fuck her six ways from Sunday.” The two laughed.

“You know”, Jeff began.” Halloween’s just round the corner.”

Tim smirked. Every year the two would use it as an excuse to cause mischief and mayhem. He knew things were gonna be a little different this year. “All we have to do is find out where they live.” Said Jeff.

“Oh man, just thinking about it is making me hard. The things I’d love to do to that bitch.” It was hard to believe such words escaped the mouths of these two 13 year old teens, but they had always been perverted. Surely enough, the next day of school began and they cornered Billy.

“Hey Billy, how’s it going?” Jeff began, placing an arm on Billy’s shoulder. “A-Alright. Things are okay.”

“That’s good.” Tim reassured. “Say, where do you live Billy ol’ boy?” Jeff asked, leaning in, unable to conceal his smile at the thoughts in his mind.

“Just curious.” “Err… why do you want to know that?” Billy stammered out nervously.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Tim asked angrily. “Here we are, trying to be nice, and you have to give us shit. Just tell us where the fuck you live!”

“12 Roseway Street!” he yelled, terrified. “Good.” Jeff said, before kicking him to the stomach. Tim joined him, cackling as they did so.

That day, they followed him home from school to make sure. As ever, was his mother waiting for him at the front door. Tim and Jeff grinned at her perverted as she took Billy into her embrace, staring at them with false defiance. The truth is they made her nervous. She closed the door and told Billy not to hang around with them anymore. They hung around for a while, much to the terror of Billy. No siblings. No wonder Billy was so coddled.

They could see her husband through the window.

“What a wimp.” Jeff said. “If I was him I’d be banging her every minute of the day, but there he is reading the paper. Oh man she’s hot. Look at him, he’s just some scrawny old dude. We’ll be able to handle him easy.”

Now that they knew where she lived, they eagerly looked forward to Halloween. That would be their chance to get what they finally wanted. They were used to terrifying the local kids and vandalizing the houses of people who annoyed them but this year really was gonna be different. They headed straight over to Billy’s house. They knocked harshly three times.

“Trick or treat!” they said in unison.

“Well!” Came Billy’s mother’s reply, unable to recognize them. “Aren’t you big ghosts!” Tim laughed.

“Heh heh, that we certainly are.” She raised an eyebrow at this.

“Well, here you are.” She said, giving them an equal helping of candy each. She was wearing tight purple sweat pants that complimented her figure and especially her behind. It was apart of her costume – a genie, also wearing a frilly top that slightly showed off her cleavage.

“Oh no,” Jeff said. “We’re gonna need a LOT more than that to be convinced not to trick.” He started at her tits and made no attempt to hide it. This immediately made her feel uncomfortable.

“I think you two should go,” She said, trying to close the door. Jeff held it open.

“What’s the rush?” He said, stepping in. Tim followed. They grabbed her immediately and silenced any sounds she made with their hands. She was too shocked at this sudden intrusion to even do anything. Being teenage boys, their hands roamed elsewhere. Tim grabbed a handful of her shapely ass as the two pressed themselves up against her, pushing her back into her house.

“Holy shit dude, grab a feel of her ass. It’s just like I imagined.” Tim said.

“Her tits are great as well!” Jeff said excitedly, grabbing her with his free left hand as his right grabbed her other ass cheek. She was being utterly molested by these two boys. Tim grabbed her pussy roughly which made her yelp.

Billy heard this from upstairs but dismissed it as her simply tripping. She was terrified, here were these two teenage boys, forcing themselves into her home. Her husband was out with friends as he hated Halloween, not that he’d be able to help anyway, small in size and cowardly as he was.

Billy, too, was always quiet and afraid, she was always the one who did the fighting for him, and at this moment he was in his room on the computer. She had no idea what to do. Her head buzzed with terror as Tim and Jeff took off their masks. “Y-you!” She managed to stammer out. Jeff pulled her arm and dragged her into the living room.

They both took a seat on the couch.

“I want you to leave right now.” She said in hopeful defiance.

“Nah, I’d rather stay here for a bit.” Tim said, leaning back.

“W-what do you want?” She said. “Well you can start off by getting us something to drink.”

She couldn’t believe it herself when she began to walk to the kitchen to fetch something. She thought maybe if she just gave them a drink they’d quickly leave. As she went, Tim and Jeff smiled at each other trying not to laugh.

“She’s fucking terrified! She’ll do anything we want her to!” Tim said excitedly, already rubbing his cock at the thought. When she returned, Jeff smiled as he looked her up and down.

“Well, we want to work out a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” She asked.

“You know we pick on your son, right?” Jeff asked rhetorically. “What if I told you all of that could stop in an instance?”

Frowning, feigned courage, she considered.

“G-go on.” She said.

“All you have to do is do us a few favours.” Tim chimed in.

“Right”, said Jeff. “Just a few favours.”

“What kind of favours?” She asked.

“I think you know what kind.” Jeff said, confidently.

The realization then hit her. “Forget it!” She barked. This alerted her son. “I want you out of my house right now!”

This one sentence terrified Billy, but he crept downstairs instinctively anyway.

“Hey, hey, no need to shout.” Jeff said, putting his feet up on the table. “It’s not like you even have any choice. Hell, if I wanted I could fuck your pretty little face right now.” This one sentenced tied Billy’s stomach in knots. He couldn’t believe they were speaking to his mother this way. His mother was equally terrified. She was good at putting on a brave face but the truth is she couldn’t stand up to these two teenage boys.

“Why don’t you just make it easier on you and your son and just go down on me right now?” Jeff said, uncrossing his legs and widening them, rubbing his cock. She stood terrified. Tim smiled.

“Do it.” She still stood, frowning.

“And if I do this…” She began slowly. “You’ll leave my son alone?” She asked.

Billy couldn’t believe she was even considering it. He wanted to rush in there but he was simply too afraid. All he could do was helplessly watch.

“Yep.” Jeff said, knowing full well this was a lie. She reluctantly stepped forward.

“Hold on, bitch.” Jeff said. Her eyes widened at this change of tone.

“Strip down first. I don’t wanna get my dick sucked while you’re still fully clothed.”

She reluctantly began to slide off her pants.

“Actually. Do it sexily. Slowly. Bring your ass over here and grind it up against me.”

She kept her skin tight pants on and moved slowly over to him.

“Bend over.” He said, leaning back. “That’s right, bring your over hear and rub it on me cock.”

She slowly bent forward, her head buzzed with terror and she can't believe she was doing this. He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.

“Ohhhh yeahhhh… That’s it. Rub your ass around slowly. I bet your dumbass husband doesn’t even get this kind of treatment.”

Tim couldn’t take it. He unzipped his pants and took out his 7 inch cock. He was quite big for a 13 year old. He pumped it up and down as he saw her submit to Jeff. He loved the idea of her being controlled. Jeff moaned in pleasure as her plump, soft ass massaged his cock and balls through his pants.

“Turn around. Take them off.” She did as she was instructed. She just wanted to get this over and done with. She could feel his cock before but she only got an idea of how big it was when she slid his pants down. He was pitching a huge tent through his underwear. She looked at it nervously. Billy couldn’t take anymore and ran downstairs into the room.

“Mom! Stop!” Jeff immediately stood up and began to batter Billy.

“Stop!” His mother Amy screamed.

“You really want me to stop?” Jeff said, standing above a bruised and crying Billy.

“I’ll do anything… “ She meekly said.

Tim and Jeff’s cocks both got rock hard at this. This was their first experience of sex other than the porn movies they regularly watched. And the fact that it was from the mom of the kid they both most detested, and that she was the object of their desires, made them unbelievably hard.

“You can start by fetching something to tie this annoying shitstain up.” Jeff said, his pants around his ankles and his cock still sprung hard through his underwear. She slowly got up and began to walk over to the kitchen.

“But before you go…” She stopped in his tracks. Jeff forced her to her knees and began to rub his crotch against her face in plain view of Billy, who sat frozen in fear.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Jeff said, pumping against her. This carried on for a minute or so as he rubbed his crotch all over her soft face. “All right, bitch. Go get it.” He said, sending her off with a loud slap on the ass. Tim laughed.

“Go get some of your panties, too.” Tim said. She nodded and quickly went off. Jeff used this opportunity to lean in towards Billy.

“We’re gonna fuck your mom so hard…” He began. “…and make her beg for our cocks.” Tim laughed out. “The only reason I made her get her panties is so we can tie her up with them. And so I can jerk off to them later over this. How’s it feel knowing your mom’s gone to get something to tie you up and stop you from letting us fuck her?”

“If your dad comes home we’re gonna beat the shit out of him too. It’d get me off even more if he had to watch some kid fuck his wife right in front of him.”

Billy sat still, his head buzzing with terror and shame. Amy returned as Jeff kicked off his pants and trainers.

“All right.” He began. “Take off that lame costume.”

Billy could not believe what was happening. She couldn’t find any rope so duct tape would have to do. Tim tied Billy up in the corner of the room, in plain view of the couch as Jeff fondled his mom’s tits as she undressed. She got down to her bra and panties, hoping they’d want nothing more than a quick feel, but she knew this probably wasn’t true. She was too terrified of them not to comply. She would at least try not to be fully nude for the pleasure of these two boys.

“That’ll do for now.” Jeff said, sitting down and leaning back on the couch. “Come over here.”

“Oh god.” Billy thought, as he saw his mom stand there in nothing but her bra and panties. “It’s really happening.”

Her bra and panties were soft and silky, purple in colour. Jeff’s cocked jumped through his underwear at the sight of them. He loved the way they shined in the bright lights of the room. In the back of his mind, he still couldn’t believe he’d gotten this far.

“Who gets first dibs?” Tim asked. Amy was still afraid and confused at the way these boys were talking about her. The sudden change of situation and these teenage intruders in her home was still something she hadn't fully gotten used to. Somewhere in the back of her mind she kept telling herself that this was for everyone's best interests, as much as she hated it.

“I do.” Jeff replied. Tim, being a hormonal and horny teenage boy just as Jeff, frowned at this. But then, Jeff had done most of the leg work so far. He deserved first dibs.

“Wait a second.” Jeff said sternly, trying not to let his voice crack.

“Where the fuck are your panties?” Her eyes widened, she was hoping they were just mocking her. “Go get them you dumb slut.”

Billy moaned in despair through the duct tape covering his mouth as they verbally and physically abused his mother. He knew what was coming and did not want to see her tied up in her own panties, especially at the hands of these two. She hurried off up the stairs to get them as Jeff and Tim watched her ass jiggle with every step.

After a moment she returned shamefully with a handful of underwear. Still sitting back on the couch, he tied her hands up with a frilly white bra strap as he admired her body. He leaned forward over her right shoulder with a pair of her maroon panties in his right hand. He fondled her breasts with his left hand and sniffed her panties audibly in front of her. She just faced forward, doing her best to hold back tears and just wanting this whole ordeal to be over.

Jeff’s young exploring hands traced down over her stomach and to her crotch. She tried to close her legs but that just made him grab rougher. He stuffed the pair of panties in her mouth because he liked the way it looked. Soon he traced his fingers over her pussy slit.

“You seem quite tight. Doesn’t that dickweasel of a husband fuck you much? I wouldn’t be surprised if all you had to show for it was that loser over there.” Tim and Jeff both laughed. Tim still had his cock out but was enjoying himself with Amy’s underwear to get himself horny enough for when it was his turn.

“All right. Fuck, I’m ready to shoot such a thick load.” Jeff said, thrusting into her ass.

“Get up, turn around, get on your knees and get my cock out.”

She slowly got on her knees in front of him. Billy watched on in horror as she lowered her head to his crotch.

“Oh fuck.” He said. “Get your face here.” He pulled her down to the bulge erupting from his underwear. “Suck on it.” She wrapped her mouth around the bulge. She hated it.

“That’s it breathe on it.” Jeff was loving the feel of her mouth, He pulled the back of her head tightly into his crotch as he experienced this wonderful sensation. Amy could feel all the little cotton fibers on her tongue as well as the smell and feel of his cock,

“Give me a blowjob.” He said finally. “Shit. I forgot. Your hands are tied. Do it with your teeth.” He smiled devilishly. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. How did this 13 year old get the better of her? She tried in vain to pull his underwear down with her teeth but couldn’t quite get a hold. It was more like a sloppy kiss on the top of crotch which just ending up turning him on even more.

Billy could see the back of her head rubbing around his crotch. After a while Jeff couldn’t take it anymore and just pulled his underwear down. His cock sprung out finally and hit her in the face. She couldn’t hide her surprise at the size of it, much to Jeff’s pleasure. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto it, gagging her.

“That’s it. Just suck on that cock.” For the next few minutes, Billy sat and watched as his mother bobbed her head up and down the cock of the 13 year old boy who bullied him at school. Jeff thrust his hips and cock into her face as leaned back on the couch. “Ohhhh yeahhhh…” At once he slid his fingers into her hair and grabbed her head, pushing it down onto his cock.

“Suck that shit!” He said as he pushed her head even further down his cock, until she gagged. Her nose was pushed right up against his developing pubic hair, forcing her to take in his smells. He leaned back enjoying the sensations as she continually bobbed her head up and down in steady rhythm.

“The night’s just gonna get better from here…”

Right now, she was on her knees, hands tied in her own panties behind her back and was being blackmailed into pleasuring a 13 year old boy as he was coming. She bobbed her head up and down in steady rhythm along his 7 inch shaft perfectly under his control, as he gripped the side of her head and cupped her ears, pumping into her face enthusiastically.

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"Awwww, Tim. You would not believe how soft and warm this little slut's mouth is." Jeff said, now lifting his hips from the sofa to fuck her face harder.

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Tim moaned under his breath as he used the panties they instructed her to get for their pleasure and masturbated. "Fuck dude, hurry up with the slut..." All the while, Billy was watching this whole ordeal tied up to the corner of his room as he heard his mom slurp, gag and basically provide herself as an object against her will for the two 13 year olds who bullied him mercilessly at school.

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Jeff had always been a perverted teenager and his cock at this moment had never been so hard in his entire life. Here he was, in another's man's house, fucking his wife in the face against her will as their son watched, The stupid bastard wasn't even home right now, Jeff wondered if the sap knew that at this moment in time his wife was gagging on the cock of some punk kid who beat his son's ass daily.

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This thought got Jeff so hard his cock swelled even huger, gagging Amy's throat more and more by the second. He used this opportunity to move his left hand to her soft throat, and his right hand to the back of her head, gripping her sensual hair and securing her head even harder.

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Amy felt as she was being lowered all the way to the base of his cock, her nose was being pushed right into his developing pubes and being forced to take in his sweaty teenage smells. He held her their for what seemed like an eternity and lifted his hips up from the couch and just rocked against her face, slowly gagging her. He held her tightly by the head and swirled his hips around.

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"Ulk! Gughghulkh! Ummmmmmmgulk!!!" were all the sounds that Amy could make as Billy did his best to drown them out.

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"Holy shit." Tim said, still holding a pair of her soft, sweet smelling shiny maroon panties and massaging his cock with them, masturbating enough to keep aroused but not to come too quick. He still had his turn with Billy's mom coming. "This is so fuckin' hot, dude." as he sat back, reclined continuing to massage his cock. He glanced over at BIlly who had tears in his eyes and this turned him on even more.

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"You enjoying the show, Billy?" Tim said. "Check out the effort your mom's going through to suck Jeff's cock." Billy squealed as the truth hit him hard.

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"Ughhhhk! Ugghhmmmmmmmmmmm! Ughhhlk!" Amy continued, as she kneeled there in front of the sofa and this boy, her hands tied behind her back in her own lacy bra strap, her ass jiggling along with her shiny purple laced panties that Jeff allowed her to keep on... for now.

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Jeff was in pure ecstacy as his entire length was now in this woman's mouth. To think, this 13 year old teenager was getting more action from an older woman than most adults would get from a strip club.

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"All right, bitch." Jeff said, trying to keep his commanding tone up despite his young voice. "Stick your tongue out, I can feel it at the bottom of my dick in your mouth. Stick your tongue out and lick my balls."

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"ULK!! UGGGHHHLK! UGGHHHMMMMMMMM!!!"

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As Amy stuck her tongue out Jeff moaned in pleasure as she lapped over his balls. He pulled on her head and thrust his grip on her even deeper as sticking out her tongue forced his cock deeper down her throat and gagged her even more.

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Jeff helped position and ordered her to tongue his balls as best she could. Jeff had no master plan on how he was going to torture or degrade her, all he knew was he liked the feeling. He was still just a horny teenager getting what he wanted, so far all he was really doing was using her face and mouth as a fuckhole and going deeper and deeper. Soon he realized that with every effort she made to tongue his balls caused her throat muscles to tighten, massaging his cock. The sensation was unbelievable.

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Amy nostrils flared as her eyes widened and watered as she struggled for air. She knew Jeff was almost done though as his balls tightened and his cock grew stiffer, before she knew it he was shooting thick hot spurts of hot come all down her throat.

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"Awwwwwwwwwwwww shit, dude..." was all he could say as he gripped her head and blew his loads into her.

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She coughed and gagged onto his cock but he just enjoyed the sensations of warm air all over his cock and balls as he carried on shooting more loads into the mother of his bully victim, he'd never cum so hard or so much in his life. Soon he pulled out and shot more loads onto her face and smacked his cock against her lips.

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"Hey dude, wait a sec!" Tim said. "I still want head from her. Don't ruin her face yet."

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"Oh." Jeff said. "My bad." A smile came over his face as he rubbed his cock all over her face where he came. "I know how I can get rid of this." He collected all the cum deposits off her face with the head of his cock and his shaft, then looking at her smiling, he said "Clean the cum off my cock."

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"Hurry up dude." Tim said, now getting impatient. He stood up and made his way over behind her, and threw her maroon panties at her son, who was still tied up in the corner. They landed right in front of him.

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"Wait your turn, Tim." Jeff said seriously as Tim made his way over, his cock fully erect and twitching. Amy felt helpess, still on her knees in nothing but her panties as Jeff molested her tits as she was cleaning his cock.

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Just then, a key turned in the door, and to everyone's surprise, Amy's husband stood with a complete look of shock on his face.

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"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" He shouted more out of surprise than anger. Truth be told, his heart sank and he was actually terrified of these two intruders in his home, molesting his wife, even though they were teenagers. What surprised him even more was with how much gusto his wife was pleasuring the boy even though she was in such a submissive position. Everyone was shocked, and Jeff knew he had to act fast. He was glad he came, Tim was frustrated he hadn't blown his load yet.

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With Jeff's clear head, Tim followed his lead toward her husband and restrained him. "No!" Amy cried. "Leave George alone!" Tim and Jeff both laughed. "If you guys leave... we won't call the cops! I promise!" George said, his voice breaking. It was exactly what Jeff wanted to hear. This guy was too much a pussy to do anything. Billy lost all hope there might have been for his Dad to save the day.

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"Tim..." Jeff began, "I've finished with her, for now. You can get your dibs while I tie this fucker up." Tim devilshily smiled and as he walked over to Amy. She was still tied up in her own bra and panties, as Tim stood over her with his cock throbbing.


"You don't have to do this!" George said, as the teen forced him to his knees. Jeff began to unwrap some tape and restrained him in the same manner he did his son.

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"Just look at what a huge pussy your husband is," Tim began, slowly thrusting in and out of Amy's mouth. "Just letting two kids bang his wife... what a loser." He made her look him square in the eyes as he mocked her. "Suck it properly, I ain't George over there." The boys both laughed, but to Amy's and everyone surprise, she did find her self sucking harder. Jeff was a little jealous that he had to give a face-fucking rather than get a blowjob, but what he had planned for her would more than make up for it.

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“Awwwwwwwwww, man...!” George could do nothing but helplessly watch as this boy face fucked his wife. Worse still, he could see she was going along with it and still sucking him, she even gagged less now. Tim then slowed to enjoy it, then stopped altogether and shoved his cock deep down into her, his hands still clutched around her head, with her nose and face pushed up against his stomach. He loved the sensation of air he felt as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

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Finally, giving a last few thrusts and grabbing her huge tits, he blew his load in her.

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“Dude, we are definitely spending the night here.”

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Those words hit George like a hammer and he felt that same dull, aching fear in his stomach he got whenever anyone talked shit to him. He couldn’t believe these two teenagers could make him feel this fear. Jeff, seeing this decided to get more kicks. Seeing Amy slumped on the floor, naked saved for his silky panties and with her arms tied behind her back made Jeff hard again.

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“Hey, Billy’s mom. Get here and suck me some more.”

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Jeff was standing no more than a few inches from her husband who was tied up. Amy was almost mad at George for not being able to protect her or his son, and in a small way... almost wanted to suck his cock to spite him. Before she knew it, there she was sucking his teenage cock right in front of George. He closed his eyes, but then Jeff ordered her to suck so hard she made slurping sounds. Degrading as it was, she had no choice but to comply.

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“Fuck dude, even though this bitch has got a hot mouth...” Jeff said, letting her mouth slide up and down his cock while playing with her tits. “I wanna fuck her now... I think I’m ready...”

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Tim was sat on George’s couch drinking his beer and watching his wife get molested by Jeff. He was enjoying the show with her used panties and bra in his hand, enjoying her womanly smells. He’d only just shot his load and he’d be held over until Jeff has his turn.

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“It’s not too late for you guys to stop this... Please... stop.”


“Shut the fuck up, I’m gonna bang your wife so hard she screams.” Jeff stood her up and played her ass and tits. “I still can’t believe hot how she is...” he said, grabbing and stroking her soft, curvy body and especially plump round ass. Through her panties it feeled amazing.

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“Holy shit! She’s even a little wet!” Jeff said, putting his hand down her panties, she tried to close her legs but with both hands tied and little balance all she could do was try and bend out of the way. Jeff put his finger near George’s face so he could smell for himself.

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“Hehe... you don’t even get to watch... upstairs to the bedroom, bitch.” George watched in silent fear as his wife walked slowly up the stairs closely followed by the bully of his son. Tim walked over and taped George’s mouth shut.

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“Can’t have you ruining our fun with your yelling.” He said, plopping back onto the couch and taking another swig of beer.

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Upstairs Jeff threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. After sucking her tits and groping her for a while he pretty much just followed what he had seen in porn, as well as with his own perverted compulsions. He rubbed his dick and balls all over her tits and face. He dry humped against her ass just because he liked the sensation, and every time she resisted he would remind her that this was to end the bullying of her son.

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“Heh... like that pussy tied up downstairs right now even deserves you...” He said, fucking her face as she lay on the bed. His thrusts were so deep the bed would hit the wall, which no doubt George could hear downstairs. The worst part was she found herself agreeing with what Jeff was saying.

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Finally, Jeff turned her around and entered her from behind. As he slid his cock into her hot, wet pussy he was surprised.

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“Holy shit you’re tight... your husband must have a pretty tiny dick, huh?”

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She couldn’t help but moan as he pinned her down and Jeff’s mouth hung open in pleasure. As he thrusted in and out of her, her soft ass was cushioning his thighs and groin, fucking he was incredible. He picked up the pace to the point they were making smacking noises. This big cock ravaging her like that made her moan so loud George and Tim could hear it downstairs.

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“Looks like they’re having, fun...” Tim said mockingly. “I think I might just go in and join in...”

To be continued...


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Fantasies can become reality part 1

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 Being your average teenager it never quite occured to me why I liked the idea of rape. Why I logged onto my home computer late at night when everyone else in the house was sleeping and proceeded to print off pages of rape stories to fuel my interest. Why I always stared at any male who dared to enter my household, in such a way that I was inviting him to abuse me. Hoping someone would inappropriately grab my thigh, hush me down and savagely finger my pussy with everyone just in the next room. 
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I seriously got off on it. The idea of being raped turned me on, being helpless and under someones complete control for them to call me their fuck slut and cum on my face, open me up and humiliate me. That what really got me wet. 
 
 My comb strokes through my dark hair as my hair bounces and glistens. The reflection of me staring into the mirror a black bra and black panties pulling tight against my pussy. Looking at the outline of my pussy was turning me on. my curvy frame reflected in the mirror like an hour glass i was shaped and ironicly time really was running out for how long my fantasy would take to be acted out.
 
 
I slid on my delicate silk red top and a pair of black denim jeans. Jogging downstairs to meet my father who was taking me to his friends house. In the car journey my father and I barely spoke I was too busy thinking about whether this would be the friend of dad's to take advantage or whether this would again be a teasing dissappointment. I was determined to pull all the right signals of being a desperate little whore. We arrived at our destination, walking up the pathway to the red door which screamed politics, I was feeling slightly disheartened this was obviously a law obiding citizen with no intention of taking advantage of any situation.
 
 
We entered the house everyone waiting inside, I slump down into the patent sofas feeling hidiously uncomfortable and bored my father is quickly whisked away, bussiness talk of corse. More like an excuse to top up on your drinking habits. Suddently the door creeked and entered a tall man around early thirtys, his shoulders broad and smile mischievious. His arms strong and hands big, his eyes full of earnest but twinkled with deception. I took off my coat, "would you like a drink?" he softley whispered "sure what you got?".... he hesitated "errr whiskey or hum....... whiskey?" I smiled "Guess it will have to be whiskey then, on the rocks please."
 
The stranger handed me my drink without a word and proceeded to sit opposite me smiling again and glancing at my thighs and shoulders each time moving closer with his eyes to my assets. I felt like he was stripping with his eyes and I felt my pussy give in to this intrusion, I wouldn't complain I loved it, I leaned over baring more of my volumptious assets, till all of a sudden a crash and a bang next door.... The stranger ran to see what was going on.. I felt flustered and embarassed, had I been over the top? was my desperate act screaming more take advantage or more I'm a slapper? 
 
 
He came back in "Your father has just passed out" he chuckled nervously "typical!" I exclaimed "I am suppost to inform you that your staying here tonight and your room is the first left on the landing, however although everyone else is retiring, I was kinda hoping you would stay for a couple more drinks maybe?" .... I smiled the advantage taking had begun he knew I wasn't a day over 15 sure I was well developed but he knew but who was he i inquired "who are you?" he jerked in his seat "I'm your dad's friend's brother!" and with that he moved and sat closer to me.
 
 
Shocked I watched him smile at me, the look in his eyes changing from care to heated lust. He grabbed my thigh about five inches down from my crutch, I started to breath heavily and stare frightened into his eyes. He grabbed my hip and pulled me to him forcing his mouth on mine, I shocked didn't have time to respond, He began clawing at my top ripping it open exposing my tight rounded breasts tearing into my bra to reveal my budding nipples all erect. He pulled at my jeans and yanked them off leaving me in just a pair of white cotton panties he ran his finger up the line of my pussy lips.
 
Up and down pushing harder when close to my clit and then softer, he spread my legs wide, and put his face to my panties inhalling my pussy aroma then he pulled them to one side and opened me up. He smirked then got up and left the room.... I lay where he had left me... suddenly i didn't feel so cut out for this and was beginning to gather my clothes when...
 
 
The door swung open five men as well as the stranger all hench and in their mid -late thirties marched in and one giggling at my naked state 'shes a beaut alright clive' he was talking to the stranger who was now holding a video camera , I watched as the six men including stranger approached me, Two grabbing at my arms two grabbing at my legs and dragging me next door where a bed surrounded by lights was layed out for me. They began to strap me to the bed ripping off my white panties in the process and gagging me with them. 
 
The stranger brought the camera right to my shaven pussy as another man held my pussy lips apart and slid one finger in on each que.
I was being humiliated and whats worse by six people and they were recording it. He slid a finger in my pussy and I felt pain of being opened and his huge finger sliding in then out, he rubbed on my clit which is incredibly sensetive I pulled at the cuffs holding my feet spread apart to stop him rubbing my clit, it hurt I was too sensetive I started thrashing wildly on the bed in pain, the stranger filmed me thrashing aorund then two men threatened me that if I screamed again or tried to run my father would pay the price for my disobedience.  
 
 
They untied me and told me to get on all fours, face in the pillow as they got the camera between my legs for a good pussy shot, then the stranger too got naked and walked towards me and slid a finger in me from behind, harder and faster inserting more fingers filling me up, I start to feel a weird sensation like im about wee but i'm not its different he pulls his fingers out and straight after a clear liquid squirts out of me, I stay bent over feeling wet running down my inner thighs I hear him yell 'she's ready for penetration' he pulls my hair while gently placing the head of his cock at my pussy...
 
 
 
Then he slams into me while yanking my hair back and wacking my arse the insertion was shudderingly painful he kept fucking and fucking me stretching open my tight little pussy, slapping my arse and caling me a tight little slut, he held the tops of my shoulders then my hips really driving his cock into me thrust after deep thrust the camera filming his savage raping of me and filming my wet cunt soaking him in my juices just before he cums he pulls out and again pulls at my hair while shoving his fingers deep inside me coating them in my pussy juices then rubbing them on my asshole before positioning himself at my arse and beginning to slowly screw his way into my ass, one guy is holding my mouth as he is pushing deeper and deeper till finally he has stretched me open in both holes and he beggins fucking my ass pulling on my hair.
 
 
Anoter man hands him somethin and it looked like a huge big ben vibrator, the stranger grabs it and persists in shovving a big ben vibrator deep into my pussy ripping it apart, until he begins to feel his balls tightening and I feel my ass gripping him he begins to thrust deeper and deeper into me slamming his balls against my pussy as he drives his last strokes into my ass before stream after stream of cum is emptied into my ass as he pulls out the camera zooms on my ass hole dripping with cum.
 
 
 
 
 
too be continued..... 
 
 
 

 
 

I was raped by my brother... Pt.1.

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Enter: Damien

I bought, porn, dildos, and everything I could possibly need for raping my little sister. I soundproofed the basement so nobody could hear her screaming. My parents went on vacation and won't be back for a week. That means I can fuck her every day for 7 days. And best of all, I’ll record it and sell the tapes on the internet and make loads of money.

My sister is 13, a virgin, and hasn't started her period yet. Which is perfect. I don't have to worry about her getting pregnant. I want her to experience the cum. That, and I don't want to have to worry about condoms.

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Enter: Jessica

"Damien!" I shouted "Damien, Where are you?" "Damien?"

I couldn't find him anywhere. I started looking around the house. "Damien!"

The door to the basement slammed. "Over here sis." He said. "Do you want to want to watch a movie with me?" "Sure," I said, "There's nothing to do around here anyways." "Oh don't worry," He said, "There will be..." I wondered what he meant and dismissed the thought.

He closed the shudders, "For the glare" He said. And clicked on the TV. I gasped. There, on TV, was a woman naked in a hanging harness. And someone was stroking his monster cock. It was huge! It must have been 2.5" wide, and 10" long! The girl who was in the harness started crying when she saw it. He sat in the specially designed chair underneath the harness, and put his monster cock in her shaved pussy, and she started screaming, then she started moaning he pumped his prick in and out of her... "No, Please stop!" She moaned "Shut it, Whore!" he snapped, "I'll do with you what I please!" After she moaned in pain again, he revealed his face for the first time. I gasped. He looked like... "DAMIEN..."

Damien turned off the TV and grabbed me. "That movie I made is called Rape Me Senseless." He said. "I hope you liked it, because it's going to be you in a second..."

He tied me up and gagged me. Then cut off my clothes, and carried me to the basement. There, I saw the harness from the movie, and all the dildos and even the fucking machine. He put me in the harness and I didn't struggle, I knew it'd only make it hurt more. When he was done, he took off his clothes, and when I saw his cock I started crying too.

He walked over to the camera, adjusted it, flipped a switch, and walked over to me. He blindfolded me and I started whimpering. I had no idea what was going to happen next...

Then I felt it, it was in me, I started screaming. It took me a minute to register what it was then I realized it was his monster cock. It hurt so much but it felt sooooo good! I hated myself for loving it so much, I blushed. He must have noticed because he started talking. "Yeah, you like it don't you?" He said "Well it gets even better." He started pumping, in just a few inches and started pulling it out, I didn't want him to, I was loving this so much. He put it back in, only about 2 inches and started pulling out, in and out, in and out. But only 2" at a time.

I realized what he was doing, he was teasing me, making me want it more. At this point I would have done anything for more. "You will be my slave." He said, "Every time I want to fuck you I will. You will do what ever I want you to." It was like he was hypnotizing me. "What about mom and dad?" I asked. "What about them?" he said. And with that I was hooked. "You are my sex slave. You are to call me master whenever I talk to you, but only when I want to fuck you. If you disobey me I will punish you." He said. I was hypnotized. "Yes master."

He started pumping, all the way in and almost all the way out. Every time, rubbing my G-spot. Slow at first but then he picked up speed, and went faster and faster, it felt sooooooo good, he went even faster. I started moaning, I couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Faster, harder, deeeeeeper!" I moaned. He listened. He was so deep in me I started moaning with pure pleasure. "That's right, fuck me harder!" I moaned. He rubbed against my G-spot again. "I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuming!!!" I moaned. This is when I realized I was having an orgasm. He grunted, and in a minute I knew why. He stopped. I could feel it all steamy and warm. And so much of it! After about 5 minutes it stopped he was all out of cum.

He pulled out of me and unhooked the harness. Then he untied the blindfold. "Clean my cock, Slave!" I did as I was told. As I was finishing he came in my mouth. I was about to spit it out. "No. Swallow it, slave.” he said. I did. "Show Me," he said. I opened my mouth to show there was none left, when she shoved his cock in my mouth. "Suck it.” he said. I did.

"That's all for today slave." He said. Go shower and rest. Tomorrow we begin again.

Stay tuned for Pt. 2 in my series...

Please email me at storieteller@iemails.com. Please email me and tell me what you think. And to give me some ideas for my next one.

ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART THREE

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ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART THREE

About three days had passed since David Rayne had been a visitor to our home, and a sexual tormentor of my wife, Abbey. What happened that night had a profound affect on both of us. My fantasies were realized, and Abbey had been introduced to a whole new world of sexual slavery.

Abbey now knew that I would require her to submit to another man, a master in the arts of Bondage, Discipline, and S & M. We talked about what had happened, and found it to be exciting, and a new element to our sex life.

Of particular interest was David Rayne

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’s suggestion that I seek the service of another master to train Abbey. She was not sure about this, but I was. I had be given the name of Alex Krueger. Mr. Krueger and I had several telephone conversations concerning his style of training and the arrangements for Abbey’s stay at his place. I explained that there would be certain expectations in the training of my wife. He fully understood, and agreed to my demands.

Krueger lived in a large house, with spacious secluded grounds in the hill country a few miles outside of town. He had acquired a great deal of wealth that made him financially independent. He had turned his interest in the sexual slavery of women into his avocation. He was well known in S & M circles, nationally. As a result his services were in demand. Because of my relationship with David Rayne, he was willing to take Abbey under his wing. His basic training course for new sexual slaves was two weeks, possibly longer. That decision would be his, and his alone. I would not be able to be part of the training process. He would provide me with video tapes of her training, and on occasion, I could watch what was happening from a secure hiding place, but she must never know that I was there until the training course had been completed. I agreed.

Krueger made sure that I understood that while under his “care”, she would necessarily be available for any sexual activity which interested him. There would be no restrictions in that area. As a critical part of her training, if she were to refuse any sex act, she would be punished and forced to comply. I would not be allowed to bring any clothing for her, other than the cape she was to wear in transit. I was told to bring several pair of high heel shoes, so she would not have to wear the same pair during her training. I packed several pairs of high heel shoes, of different and similar styles, all of which had heels that measured at least four inches. Keeping her naked for the duration of her training appealed to me. Everything else depended on what I wanted for Abbey’s training.

I agreed with his demand for her sexual availability. I wanted her to be fucked at least once a day, and made to suck cocks several times a day, and be made to swallow all the cum she received. She had never been fucked in the ass, so I wanted him to open that sweet facility. While I had no particular interest in ass fucking her, others that I gave her to might be, so I wanted her prepared. Any other sexual training and activity would be up to Krueger. Bondage and Discipline was to be a critical part of her training. When at all possible, I wanted her in bondage and whipped routinely. I liked her to be restrained and helpless. I wanted her to grow more used to it. Even if she was not tied or restrained, I wanted her locked up, or chained by the neck to the wall, et al. We reached an agreement, and she would soon be delivered to him.

Abbey was not sure. Outside of her submission to David Rayne, she had never been with another man since she had married me. The thought of being under the control of Alex Krueger, without my being present was a scary thing for her. Finally, when she realized how insistent I was, she agreed. I explained what would be expected of her during her stay under Krueger’s training. It was obvious that she was afraid to be without me, but she said she understood. She submitted.

On the day of her delivery to Krueger‘s place, according to Alex Krueger’s instructions, I prepared her the trip to her place of incarceration. First, she was bathed, and her hair and make up were perfect. Her wrists were locked behind her with leather cuffs. A leather strap was wrapped around her elbows and pulled tightly, causing them to nearly touch in the small of her back. Matching leather cuffs were locked onto her ankles, along with a matching leather collar around her pretty neck. To complete her dress, a pair of black patent leather pumps, with 4 inch high heels were placed on her feet. She was magnificent. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but Krueger was specific. He did not want her whipped or fucked for 48 hours prior to delivery. She could be teased and aroused, but she was not to be allowed any sexual satisfaction. He wanted her to be sexually frustrated on arrival for her training. A black cape was draped over her shoulders to hide her nakedness and bondage.

Prior to taking her out to the garage, and our car, I used gauze and surgical tape to “blindfold” her. A large pair of large dark sun glasses were put on her face to hide the fact the she had been blindfolded. Now she was ready. While at Krueger’s she would not know where she was, nor how to escape and how to return home.

On the long drive to Alex Krueger’s estate, I opened Abbey’s cape and fondled her breasts and pussy. She look fantastic. She sat there, bound and blindfolded, heading to a sexual imprisonment, and being taken there by her husband. Yet, as we drove along, she was becoming aroused by my fondling of her. At one point during our trip, we stopped at a secluded spot next to the highway. I spent time kissing and fondling her. When we got back onto the road, both Abbey and myself were aroused. I made sure she did not have a cum. I could tell she was sexually frustrated. By the time we arrived, late in the afternoon she was very aroused, but I would not let her have a climax. I kissed her before we got out of the car. Abbey returned my kiss, and whispered, “I love you, Jim.”

We were met by a young man at the front door of Krueger’s home. We were escorted inside and taken to the library of the house. This was a large room, lined with shelves containing books and video tapes. On closer examination, it appeared that Krueger has a considerable collection of pornography, especially pornography involving sexual slavery of women. Someday, I would love to peruse this library and it’s contents.

We made ourselves comfortable. The young man who brought us into the house removed Abbey’s blindfolding bandages. She was allowed to keep her cape on, for the time being. As we were about to sit down, Alex Krueger came into the room. He was an imposing figure. Alex Krueger stood at least 6’ 4” inches. He appeared to be trim and very athletic. His blonde hair framed his ruggedly handsome tanned face. He steel gray eyes told of his inner strength, and denoted a trace of cruelty. He was wearing a black satin robe and black sandals. The robe flared as he walk, reveling tanned muscular legs. He was confident and clearly in control of his world.

“Good evening, you must be Jim”, he asked, extending his hand.

I took his hand and shook it. We exchanged greetings, and then I introduced Krueger to Abbey.

“Abbey, I am glad to meet you”, was his reply. “Your husband told me you were beautiful. He wasn’t kidding.“

Abbey blushed, “Thank you Sir.“

Krueger smiled and continued, “Has your husband told you what to expect her at my place”, he asked.

Abbey quietly replied, “Yessir. I have been told about what happens here, and what I must do.”

Alex smiled, “Well, that’s very good. We don’t want any surprises. Jim, if you don’t mind, I would like to see your slave. I want to see what I have to work with.”

I stood Abbey in front of Krueger, and removed her cape. She stood proudly as he looked her over. I watched Abbey. She was naked and still bound at the wrists and elbows. The bondage made her body even more outstanding. Her high heel shoes made her legs look good and forced her ass out. They also made her stand straighter, with her breasts raised.

“Jim, you were correct. The woman is stunning. Abbey, turn around so I can see all of you.”

Abbey did as she was told. She was obeying like I expected her. I was proud of her. I could see the black robe Krueger was wearing was beginning to exhibit a tent like bulge in front, indicating that he was getting an erection from what he saw of Abbey.

He walked around her, touching and probing her. Squeezing a breast, patting a buttock, running his hand down her belly, and delving quickly into her pussy.

“Abbey”, Krueger said. “While you are here, among the chastisements and ordeals you will experience, you are aware that I will use you sexually, in any way I want, and you will have no right to refuse anything demanded of you.”

Abbey was quiet for a moment, “Yes…, I,,.uh… understand that.”

“I want you to tell me why are you here, may I ask?”

“I love my husband. He wants me to be his sex slave. By coming here, he thinks I will be a better sex slave. I want to be his sex slave, and I want to make him happy by being his sex slave”, was Abbey’s reply.

“Now that you understand, and have agreed to come here, there is one final caveat for you. Once your husband leaves here, and you are still here under my care, you will be my prisoner, unable to leave until I say so. If you escape, we will hunt you down. You will be punished severely for your escape efforts. Once your husband leaves you here, you are my property until I release you. I own you and I will do what I want with you. There will be no way out, no matter how you might plead or beg. Do you agree to these demands.”

Abbey was taken aback by this last statement of Krueger’s. There was terror, and sexual excitement in her heart. Part of her was excited by her predicament, yet part was very afraid. She paused, and then with her head bowed, she agreed.

“On you knees”, he ordered.

Abbey did so. Krueger walked up to her, and opened his robe to expose a massive hard-on. He cock throbbed with each beat of his heart. Abbey’s mouth was only an inch or so from the heated purple head of his cock.

“Abbey, as a sign that you agree to come here to my place for training, and agree to whatever happens to you, and further agree to submit to any sexual demands I make of you, I want to take my cock in you mouth and suck it.”

Abbey moved forward, and opening her sweet lips, took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue was lashing the sensitive tip of Krueger’s cock as she was working her delicate mouth around the throbbing head. I watched Abbey working on Krueger’s cock. This was heady stuff, and very stimulating.

“Jim, she is good. There is a lot of promise here. She should make an excellent sex slave.

Krueger continued to stand there with Abbey working on him. He looked at me and said, “If you want, you can leave us now. Girard will show you out. You can take her cape with you. She will have no need of it.”

I walked over to Krueger, and shook his hand, even as I looked down at my wife sucking his cock. I leaned down and gave her breast a squeeze as I kissed the top of her head. She kept sucking Krueger’s cock as she has been ordered to. As I walked away with Girard, Krueger spoke again.

“I will have a courier deliver a package to you, every other day. By my estimates, she will need to be here for a fortnight. I will let you know if she needs further training”, Krueger asserted.

I was escorted from the Krueger house by Girard. I was excited about placing Abbey with Krueger, yet I was missing her already. No matter what you may think of me, I am madly in love with Abbey, but I am also in love with her being my complete bound naked sex slave. The rest of this story is from information I pieced together from later conversations with Krueger, watching video tapes made of Abbey’s ordeals and training, and from Abbey herself.

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Abbey continued to suck Krueger’s cock after her husband left her at the house. She was scared. Here she was, naked, bound and being used sexually by a total stranger. She was going to be tortured and sexually abused, and there was nothing she could do but cooperate. The predicament was rather daunting, yet it erotically stimulating. Abbey knew that she was a slave at heart, and that this was her logical future.

As she knelt there, with this massive rigid cock throbbing n her mouth, her thought ran the gamut of sexual excitement to trepidation. She knew she had agreed to come here and be trained as a sex slave, but why. She knew she loved Jim, and wanted to please him. There had to be more to this. She realized that there was a hot excitement about being helpless and subject to the sexual whims of who ever had control of her. Even the punishments, whippings and tortures, while painful and at times terrible, they were arousing and did heighten her sexual pleasure. Her mind was in turmoil. Fear, lust, love, and a little guilt were partners in her emotions. While she twisted her wrists in her bondage in a futile attempt to escape, she nevertheless found her bonds to be exciting.

Krueger spoke, “Take my cock from you mouth, and let me show you something that I expect of you.”

Abbey obeyed, and let his rigid cock slip from her mouth. As a good faith gesture, she kissed the head of Krueger’s cock after it was free of her mouth. Krueger smiled.

“Abbey, I am going to ask you a few questions. Anytime you are faced with a cock, such as now, I want you to place your lips to my cock, just barely touching it. If you have to be told to do this in the future, you will be punished. You are expected to do this automatically.” Abbey did so. Her soft red lips were just touching the head of Krueger’s erection. Her sweet delicate tongue was gently licking his cock.

“Now when I ask you a question, you are to answer me quickly, without hesitation. When doing so, you are to make sure you lips stay in contact with the head of my cock. That will give me pleasure because you lips are fluttering against my cock as you talk. My cock will feel your hot breath and the vibrations of your voice. Always make sure that this is the case.”

Abbey replied, “Yessir, I will.” His cock throbbed from the fluttering sensation of her lips. It was delicious.

“Very good. You learn quick. That will keep the need for torture and whippings to a minimum. Now, let me ask you, how long have you been Jim’s bound slave?”

Abbey replied, “About 11 years.” Her lips touched his throbbing cock the whole time. A little of Krueger’s pre-cum was being transferred from the tip of his cock to her lips. She could taste it.

Krueger continued to ask very personal questions. On one question, she hesitated to answer. He stepped back from her, and seemingly from nowhere he produced a medium weight multi stranded flogger. He quickly brought the whip down across her breasts three times. Each quick lash was harder than the one before. Abbey gasped and cried out with pain.

Krueger stepped back to Abbey, placing his cock against her lips. “Now, you can see how the game is played. You are to never hesitate or refuse to obey an order, and to always answer a question when you are asked. If you don’t, you will be punished immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes…, yes sir, please, I do understand”, Abbey gasped.

Krueger continued to ask personal questions. Questions about how it felt to be whipped, had she ever has a climax from being whipped, what was Jim’s favorite position or punishment, when did she lose her virginity, had she ever used her fingers to bring herself off, had other lovers tied and whipped before she met Jim, what did she think about being given to David Rayne, did she like the taste of a cock, did she like the taste of cum, had she ever sucked a pussy, had her pussy ever been sucked by another woman? The questions were endless, and caused Abbey to blush, but to avoid having her breasts whipped again, she was quick to answer.

Krueger bent down and took her face in his hands.

“Abbey, you love being a bound slave, don’t you?”

A tear formed in the corner of her eyes. “Yes…yes sir…, I think do. I love being a sex slave to my husband. I want him to want me, and I want to be what ever he wants me to be. I love what he does to me.”

Krueger wiped the tear from her cheek, “You are very afraid, right now, aren’t you?”

“Yessir, I am”, was her reply. As she answered, Krueger ran his hand down to her pussy and delved his finger in her heated passage.

He smiled cruelly, “But, you cunt tells me you are turned by your predicament. Is that not so?”

Abbey closed her pretty blue tear filled eyes, “Yesss…, yes sir, I’m sorry, but I do admit that.”

“So, on one hand you want to escape and be with your husband, and on the other hand, you are aroused by being my property.”

Abbey kept her tear filled eyes closed and just nodded her head.

Krueger spoke again. “Just so you understand. I will not inure you, nor will I allow anyone else to injure you. But, you are a slave, and for the time being you are my property. You will learn the love the whip, the torments and bondage. You will beg to be fucked. You will know sexual excitement that you have never known before. You will learn to submit to anyone I give you to, and you enjoy sexual slavery as you have never before.”

He stood up, still looking down at her. Abbey looked up at him. In her field of vision was his handsome face, and his throbbing erect cock.

“You will obey me to the most infinite detail, or suffer the consequences. If you are a good slave, you will be rewarded. If not you will be punished. I will allow you to enjoy your bondage, tortures and sexual requirements. You are going to be here for those reasons, so you might as well enjoy it. It will make the whole experience more exciting.”

Finally, Krueger finished his questions. He back away, and ordered her to remain on her knees. He left the room. Abbey was too afraid to move, or get up, even though her knees were beginning to get tired and hurt. In a few minutes the young man, Girard, entered the room.

“Get up, slave. Lets go to your room”, were his orders.

He helped her up, and clipped a leash to her collar. Jerking the leash, he lead her from the library, and down the hall. The heels of her high heel pumps were clicking on the cut stone floor. At the end of the hall, Girard unlocked and opened a door. In side the door was a set of stairs, leading to the basement. He flipped a switch, lighting the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs was another locked door. This opened into a large room. Abbey could see lounging chairs and couches, along with two or three large king-size beds. There was what appeared to be a whipping post. Hung from the wall were hundreds of feet of ropes and chains, along with a vast array of whips and leather restraints. This was a very well equipped sexual torture chamber and orgy room. Along the far wall were four doors. Girard took her to one of the doors. This was to be her room. When the door was opened, there was a second door, a door made of steel bars, much like a jail cell. Inside, was another king-size bed and a bathroom. More whips and restraints were mounted on the wall of this room. She was indeed a prisoner, and escape was to be impossible.

Girard unhooked the leash from her collar, and hung it from a hook on the wall. While she stood there, Girard quickly undressed. His cock was rampant. He seated himself on the side of the bed.

“Slave, kneel down here, and get my cock in your mouth”, he ordered.

Fearing retribution, Abbey knelt down and took Girard’s cock into her mouth. As best as she knew how, she was sucking his cock. Things were happening very fast. It seems that everyone wanted their cock in her mouth. She had to admit to herself that a large throbbing cock in her mouth was arousing. Both Krueger and Girard had large, hot, throbbing cocks.

In a matter of moment, he was moaning and his cock was throbbing. She worked harder, and finally his cock erupted in a hot driving cum, sending jets of scalding cum into her throat. In a matter of about two hours in this strange mansion, Abbey had sucked two cocks and her breasts had been whipped. She did not even have time to think about what was happening to her.

After Girard had recovered, he had Abbey stand up. He released her elbows and wrists. She was relieved. Her arms had been bound tightly behind her back for about five or six hours. They were stiff from such a long and stringent bondage. Girard had plans for her.

He quickly tied a rope to her wrist cuffs, in front of her. This rope was passed through a hook at the top of one of the four tall corner posts on her bed. The rope was pulled up tight, stretching her, exposing her body to Girard. He spent the next several minutes examining her body. He spent time fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. He ran his hand down onto her smooth ass and her thighs. Finally, he spent considerable time rummaging through her pussy. When he finished, he leaned forward and kissed her. In fact, he kissed her several times. By the time he was finished, Abbey was very aroused and was desperate to be fucked.

Girard extracted a whip from the chest of drawers, much like the whip which had been used on her by Krueger. He came to her with the whip. He leaned down and kissed her. She returned his kiss to please him. He kissed her again, while fondling her breasts.

“Slave, every evening, just before you go to bed, you will be whipped. You have permission to get used to it as it is the usual ritual. Now, turn you ass to me.”

As Abbey did so, Girard struck her with the whip. After a few hard strokes, she tried to avoid the whip. He would have none of it. A second strand of rope was used to tie around her waist, tying her tightly to the bed post. Now she could not avoid her punishment. Girard struck again. It did not take long. Soon she was crying, asking for mercy. None came. When Girard felt she had enough, he replaced the whip in the dresser drawer, untied her waist rope, and released her wrists from the bed post. She was ordered to get on the bed and open her legs. Girard’s cock was now erect, again.

Abbey did as she was told, and Girard climbed between her open legs, and after slipping his cock into her pussy, fucked her soundly. She could feel his cock in her cunt. It felt good. She hated to admit it, but it felt really good. After all the sexual activity today, she wanted to be fucked, and to have a wonderful climax. She had obeyed every thing they wanted, and felt she would be rewarded with a climax. Girard made sure Abbey did not have a climax, leaving her frustrated, and wishing her husband was there to give her a cum.

Instead of cumming in her pussy, Girard pulled his cock from her cunt as he was having his climax. His ejaculation rocketed from his cock, splashing on her belly and breasts. Smiling, he reached out and spread his cum on her breasts and belly. Abbey was aroused by what he was doing, but very frustrated as she was not allowed to have a climax. She even begged him to fuck her to a cum. He ignored her pleading. After having his way with her, Girard dressed, and left the room, looking both doors behind him. Before leaving, he locked her leather wrist cuffs behind her back.

Abbey was alone, in a strange place, a prisoner of a stranger, and her cunt ached for her husbands cock, or by now, any cock, and satisfaction. Her wrists were still locked behind her back, eliminating the possibility of her seeking her own relief. Girard cum was spread on her, and there was nothing she could do about it, or her predicament. Abbey felt alone, very alone, and very helpless.

Continued…

Fantasy, Inc.

JackntheBox on Forced Stories

Prologue:

Early morning light snakes through a clear sky above a run-down apartment complex. A man kicks a child’s bicycle out of the sidewalk as he manhandles a pair of large cardboard boxes up a cracked cement walk to one of the apartment doors, huffing with the effort. The owner of the bike, a scrawny, ten-year old black boy sitting across the road on a trash-strewn stoop and eating cold cereal out of a crumpled yellow box, yells at him.

"Hey, motherfucker! That’s my bike. Leave it alone!"

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n mutters an oath. The boy jumps up, causing his baggy jeans to slide even further down around his skinny shanks.

"What? What’d you say, you spic motherfucker? Speak American, dammit!"

I should break your scrawny neck, boy.

"Ye-ah. That’s what I thought. Keep on walkin’. Pussy."

The man grunts, ignoring the child’s prattle. There was a time when he acted much the same way, and if the boy wasn’t so annoying, his bravado might almost be amusing.

"Hey!" The boy peers at the boxes, curious. "What’choo got there, man? Huh?"

Exasperating child. Go home.

A puff of steam escapes the man’s lips into the chill air. He compresses his lips into a tight, pale line, getting control of himself. He awkwardly balances the boxes on a raised knee and gropes for the heavy key ring that jangles from his belt. The man lists from side to side and bounces on the ball of his foot, struggling to keep his balance.

The boxes stay put, and he unlocks the door and kicks it open.

"Hey! You spic fuck! I asked you a question! Hey! Hey!"

The man tumbles inside and sets the boxes on the floor, then quickly shuts the flimsy wood door and locks the deadbolt, blocking out the boys’ vulgarity. He wipes his hands and stretches, then walks through the tiny, one-bedroom apartment and pulls down the window blinds before he switches on the kitchen light.

A spark shoots from the bare light bulb that dangles from the ceiling. The man squints as the light flickers and slowly illuminates the meager room. He rubs his stubby fingers over a thick, black mustache and the bristly stubble covering his chin and neck.

When his eyes adjust to the dim light, he unclips a folding knife from his belt and cuts through the packing tape. He puts away the knife, opens the flaps of the larger box, and digs around until he finds a small instruction manual.

The man pulls out the contents of each box and organizes the equipment on a cheap Formica dining table, setting up a desktop computer as he reads the manual. He disconnects a cheap phone and an answering machine and plugs a cord into the modem slot on the back of the computer. The man grins and shrugs out of his faded green fatigue jacket, and carefully places it on the back of a rickety old dinette chair. He takes a black plastic shopping bag from the counter, sets it next to him on the table, and sits down on the edge of the chair, pulling a ream of white printer paper from the bag. He inserts a bit into the top of a new printer, and watches the monitor screen, tapping his foot expectantly on the peeling vinyl floor, and waits.

Dark. No power.

The little man frowns and checks the manual again. He matches the diagrams in the manual to the buttons on each machine and pokes the on/off buttons for the hard drive and the monitor.

Nothing.

Puzzled, the man flips through the manual again, then stands and peers around in the boxes. He smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand and swears.

He pulls out two bundled power cords that were hidden away in the packing material. He plugs them into an electrical outlet on the baseboard, next to the phone line.

He pushes the power button again and his lined face breaks into a smile as the hard drive whines and rattles. The computer blinks on, booting up. The smile grows and he turns on the printer, then reaches behind him and takes several folded pieces of yellow legal paper from his jacket pocket. He smoothes them out on the table and moves the mouse around on its pad, getting a feel for it. He pulls a diskette from the bag, locates the drive it fits into, and clicks on one of the little pictures on the screen. He jumps a bit, then smiles happily as the modem blasts to life.

The man follows the directions written on the paper, pecking carefully away at the keyboard, and sets up an anonymous email account. When he finishes, he rubs his moist palms off on his pant legs and pulls a rumpled porno magazine from the bag, a locally published magazine that he’d purchased at a strip club the night before. He chews on his lip and flips to the back, searching the advertisements and ignoring the lewd pictures of the naked women and the naked men, until he finds the particular add he’s looking for.

The man grins again, reads more of his notes, and pecks away until a website appears in the monitor. He leans over the table and scans the magazine ad intently, comparing the print from the page to the picture the screen.

He mouths the words that are lushly scripted in black and gold against a field of satin pink.

Fantasies, Inc

A small framed photo sits on the counter next to him. The photo is a picture of a family of three, a father, a wife and a baby daughter, all smiling for the camera. Happy.

The man smiles sadly at the photo.

Soon, my brother. All will be made right.

He uses the mouse to click on the words, and the screen changes. He leans closer to the screen, reading.

Your fantasies, all fantasies, no matter how big or how small, brought to life

He clicks the mouse, scrolling down further.

We specialize in fulfilling the kinky and cute, the timid or the daring, the loving or the deranged; reward or revenge - whatever you desire, no matter how sweet or how perverted, can and will be yours with Fantasies, Inc.

The man sits back in his chair, rubbing his hands nervously. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out his breath in a whoosh. He leans forward again.

This site is for adults only.

Fantasies, Inc. is not a porn site, an escort service, theater or any type of performance art.

We are a multi-billion dollar global organization, specializing in the ultimate in sex and revenge fantasy fulfillment. We exist to help realize all types of real-life sex fantasies for our clientele. We accept projects that range from the ordinary and mundane to the most criminal and unusual. Therefore, please be aware that certain types of our projects may be illegal in many parts of the world, and that real, ordinary people - adults and children, friends, family, business associates, etc. -

Fantasies, Inc. accepts no responsibility for any legal action resulting from any or all accepted projects. All scenarios submitted for development are considered strictly confidential and will be shared internally only, on a need-to-know basis.

Payment must be submitted as a cash transfer, half in advance with the balance due upon completion of each project. No other forms of payment will be accepted.

Once the submission has been accepted, the customer will be notified with a general time-line as to when the fantasy will begin. Once started, each customer will receive regular instructions and updates until the conclusion of the scenario. You may submit an original fantasy or choose from our large database of completely customizable options. For the perfect fantasy experience, please be as specific and detailed as possible when submitting your scenario for consideration.

The wait time for new fantasies to be evaluated is currently an approximate six months to a year from the current date. Projects begin immediately after acceptance.

Satisfaction is guaranteed, or your money back.

Would you like us to make your fantasy come true? Yes/no.

can and will be unknowingly incorporated into each, special project, as dictated by the project description.

The man decides and clicks on Yes. The screen changes again, showing more conditions and terms. Boilerplate. He reads it all, slowly and carefully, types a bit, then clicks on I Agree. The computer processes the information, and another page loads. This page is broken into sections.

Choose your fantasy.

Generate your own from our fully customizable database, provide a complete description of your own, intimate offering, or choose to experience someone else’s hidden desire from one of our many, most popular experiences

The man licks his lips, and clicks on Custom, then, Personal.

Now to decide: Sugar

or Spice, Naughty or Nice?

A cute-as-a-button girl in pig-tails and dressed in a tight Catholic school girl uniform sucks on an oversized lollipop, hovering above the sugar and the nice words, flirting shamelessly. The same girl, now dressed as a black-leather clad bondage queen and brandishing a bullwhip, spits and snarls above the spice and naughty words. There’s a little check box next to each word. The man considers his options and checks both the Spice and the Naughty boxes. The screen changes again.

Okay. Let’s begin

***

Sharon Chapman jumped in her leather chair when her cell phone rang, startled.

Oh, Jesus

Ten forty-five.

I completely lost track of time

She peered out her office window. A light frosting of snow had built up in the corners of the glass.

When did it start to snow

As she reached for her phone, she realized that she hadn’t heard the office phones ring at all that evening.

Strange.

She thought Michelle had told her that they’d been fixed. But then again, she might not have noticed the phone ring anyway. Sharon knew that she had a tendency to let herself get wrapped up in her work, to the point that she’d tune out everyone and everything around her. And she’d been pretty focused on this new client’s case since she’d come into the office that afternoon.

But hadn’t she signed for the bill before everybody left? She was vaguely aware that Debbie asked her to sign some sort of paperwork.

God. Now the memory starts to go, too

Sharon was still trying to remember if she’d signed a work order or what, when she picked up her phone, pushed the on button, and cleared her throat.

"Hello? This is Sharon."

"Mom?" said a tinny voice. "Is that you? It’s Amy."

"Sweetie?"

"Hi. Sorry to call this late."

Sharon thought her daughter sounded tired, but she didn’t say it. Instead, she slipped off her tiny, wire-rimmed bifocals, folded them neatly and set them on the papers she’d been reading. God, she hated those glasses. She knew they were necessary now; without them, she was pretty much blind as a bat. She hated turning fifty. Getting older completely pissed her off; it was a waste of her time.

Sharon leaned back in her chair, stretching. The soft leather creaked as she settled in. She pressed the phone back to her ear. "S’okay. How are you?"

"Good, Mom. Great." Pause. "You’re burning the midnight oil tonight."

A statement, not a question. Sharon nodded. "New client." Amy never failed to let her know when she thought Sharon was working too much. "This is a difficult one."

"Oh?"

"Domestic violence. There are kids involved. Anne and I are trying to work out a settlement. We’ve got a court date scheduled right after the holidays."

"Oh." Pause. "How is Ms. Laird?" Cold.

"Annie’s fine, too."

Amy was quiet a moment. Even after all these years, she still had a tough time talking about Sharon’s work, and their past. When Amy was three, Sharon’s ex-husband, Mike, had left them, running away to the sunny beaches of Rio with another woman who was barely out of diapers. He withdrew all the money from their bank account, leaving Sharon completely broke and in massive debt. She’d taken Mike to court, trying to get some help; alimony or child support.

Something - anything to help.

But he never paid a dime. Sharon quickly ran out of her meager savings, and she had no other family to turn to for help. For the next few years, she scrimped and saved, working two jobs, scratching and clawing to make a better life for her daughter.

There were hard times, and worse times.

But Sharon managed to put herself through law school, swearing that if she could make it, she would do whatever it took to help other women who were stuck in the same sort of ugly situations. It was in law school that Sharon met Anne Laird, who would later become her partner and closest friend.

In a particularly bad moment, Amy had made it clear that she didn’t care for Anne, or her relationship with Sharon.

Sharon tried to change the subject. "So, anyway. Enough of that. What are you up to? How’s Jenny?"

"Jenny’s great. She asks about you all the time." Pause. "Sorry I’m calling so late. I tried to call you earlier, but the phones were out of service forever."

Sharon looked at the framed pictures on her desk, of her daughter and her beautiful granddaughter, Jennifer. Without her glasses, they were all blurry. She thought she’d been able to see them okay yesterday.

God, this is frustrating..

"It’s all right, babe. No need to apologize. We’ve been having a little trouble with our phone lines."

What the hell

was wrong with them? Sharon had no idea. Must’ve been pretty bad for those guys to be here all day. Michelle probably had a coronary over the cost. The thought of Michelle made Sharon smile. How did we manage this office without her?

"Mom, look, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I…uh, well, we were all wondering if you’d like to fly down for Christmas. Jenny hasn’t seen you in a while, and Jeff’s folks are going to be staying with us over the weekend. I thought maybe you’d want to come too…"

Amy sounded uncomfortable, like she was asking because she was supposed to. Sharon didn’t think they would really want her over for the holiday, much less have her stay for an entire three-day weekend. Well, except for Jenny. Certainly not Jeff.

They’d started off on a bad note when Amy introduced them on the night of their engagement party. Jeff had been drunkenly telling a horribly sexist joke, something about how many horny women it took to screw in a light bulb, when Sharon mentioned that she thought that men should be snipped and tied at puberty.

"I’d love to Sweetie, but this might not be the best time."

"Oh."

"I’ve got so much work right now…"

"But Jenny and I would really like for you to be here." Another short pause. "And Jeff wants you to come too."

Sharon tried not to snort at that last comment.

"Sweetie, your house is going to be packed full with Jeff’s parents staying there. I think…" Sharon rubbed at her eyes. "Listen. How about this: Jenny’s birthday’s in just a month. How about I come down then?"

"Really?" Amy sounded relieved.

"Sure. We can go do the theme parks."

Sharon smiled.

Jenny loved roller-coasters, and so did she. They reminded her of how life really worked: up one minute, down the next, then right back up again. Life was a series of highs and lows.

Sharon’s favorite picture of Jenny, one of the pictures she kept on her desk, was of Jenny and her mom that had been snapped during a roller coaster ride. The picture was taken as they went through a double loop-de-loop. Jenny was grinning like only a twelve year old can grin: a huge, ear-to-ear, this-is-the best thing ever kind of grin. Amy looked terrified.

"Uh, okay. Sounds…fun."

Maybe she wasn’t so relieved. Sharon chuckled.

They made small talk for a few more moments, and then Amy told Sharon that she should go home and get some sleep. Sharon wished her daughter a good night and told her to give Jenny a kiss and a hug for her, and they both hung up. The cell phone buzzed in Sharon’s hand, letting her know she had messages.

Wow. I must’ve been really out of it tonight. No idea I had other calls

She pressed the auto-dial and listened to the messages. A couple of the calls were about business, but could wait until next week, after the holidays. Jenny had called once and left a short, terse message. So had Annie, asking her to drop by for dinner if she felt like it. She said she was dying for a pizza, and she thought she’d be getting home about seven.

Slightly annoyed, Sharon half-listened while Annie droned on and on, like a tired mother tolerating a child. Inwardly, she winced at the pleading tone in Annie’s voice, and stared blankly at the work on her desk, distracted. Annie mumbled something Sharon didn’t catch, and asked Sharon to give her a call later.

Sharon looked at the clock again and turned off her phone.

Too late to call now

Afterwards, Sharon sat quietly and stared at the phone until she heard the soft chime that announced that someone was walking through the front door. A second later she heard a series of beeps, letting her know that the alarm system was being deactivated.

"Annie?" No answer. Sharon knew it probably wasn’t Annie; she never came to the office after work, unless it was an emergency. And she would never stop by without calling first, anyway. But, maybe… Sharon broke into a little smile. "Michelle? Is that you?

"Hallo?" answered a heavily accented voice from the foyer a moment later. "Who is it here?"

Sharon frowned for a second, slightly disappointed, but then shrugged. She slipped back on the high heels that she’d kicked off under her desk, and then stood and planted her fists in the small of her back, stretching until a series of loud pops ran along her spine. She stepped to her office door and pushed it open to find the custodian, Hector, at the alarm pad with his ever present bin of cleaning equipment.

"Hello, Hector," she said, and gave him a little friendly wave and a smile.

Hector jumped about a foot in the air, grabbed a mop handle and waved it in her direction. When he saw who it was, he grinned sheepishly.

"Ahh. Miz Chapman." He cleared his throat and put down the mop. "You scared me, a little." He waved at the alarm pad. "The lights were on, but the…the alarm, it was turned on, too. I din’ know if an’one was still here."

Sharon smiled at him and pulled her long, tan cashmere overcoat from the coat rack.

"I’m sorry Hector. I didn’t mean to startle you. Debbie armed the door when she left, so no one could sneak in."

"Oh. Ho-kay."

Sharon buttoned her coat and wrapped a light silk scarf around her neck. Annie had given her the scarf as a Christmas present a few years ago. Not much for the snow, but the weather forecast that morning had been for sunny skies with a warming trend, highs in the low 50’s. Sharon had dressed for her daily tennis match and brought a light business suit and a skirt to change into, after. She wondered how the hell she was going to manage to get to her car wearing her heels if there was snow or ice on the ground.

"I was just finishing up Hector. Everybody else has gone home for the night."

"Staying late again, heh?"

"You know me."

"Ehh, you say you always there for…for your people." Hector smiled at her. His English was getting much better.

"Yes. Exactly."

Sharon nodded at his grin and went back to her desk to shut off her laptop. She packed the computer away in her briefcase and tidied up; then locked her desk drawers and stepped out of the office with her briefcase in hand. She said good night to Hector, who was busy emptying the trash cans and filling them with new plastic bags. Sharon pulled on a pair of soft, brown leather gloves, and then searched her purse for her car keys.

"Hector, I’ll get out of your way. You’ll reset the alarm?" He nodded. "See you next week."

"’Night, Miz Chapman."

Sharon gave him another smile, and walked outside into the cold.

***

The snow was just starting to stick, the wet pavement was still relatively free of ice, and the air felt brisk and clean. Even so, Sharon stepped carefully around a few ice-crusted puddles so she wouldn’t slip and beeped the remote key pad to her new Beamer. The door locks ka-chunked and the car alarm de-activated from yards away. She stepped around a big, white utility van.

Hector must be doing pretty well for himself,

The van’s engine was still ticking, and steam evaporated from the hood. Sharon passed through a curtain of steam, then opened her car door and tossed her briefcase onto the passenger seat, pausing with her door open for a moment to enjoy the crisp winter air after being cooped up in her office for so long. She closed her eyes and let the snowflakes fall on her face. She looked up at the sky. The thick clouds were bright in the night sky, lit from behind by the moon, puffy like wispy balls of cotton.

Sharon stuck out her tongue, feeling like a child again. She giggled happily, like when she was a child making angels in the snow with her father. The snowflakes drifted into her open mouth, melted on her tongue.

She opened wide, and said, "Aaaahh."

Sharon looked back at her office. So much work, trying to help others.

She sighed, thinking of Amy and Jenny, and wondered where she’d gone wrong raising Amy. After all the crap the two of them had gone through together, how had Amy become exactly the kind of meek, abused woman Sharon had made her life’s work to try to help?

In Sharon’s mind, at some point Amy had become a victim. She was timid and withdrawn, co-dependent and clinging desperately to a cheating, drunken sham of a man who blatantly detested her. At least Jenny had spunk, thank God; she had a zest for life that Amy had never been able to muster. Sharon fervently hoped that Jenny could keep that spark safe so it could bloom and grow, and that life or her family wouldn’t pound it from her.

And me?

Sharon reminded herself again that this is what she’d wanted, all the effort spent, the sacrifice, the sweat and tears. This was her life, not just her work. She and Anne had found the offices years ago, right after they’d passed the bar exams. They had both been working for a large downtown law firm, and were both miserable. Anne found the office when she’d taken a business lunch with a client, a dentist who was retiring. The building was way out in the ‘burbs, in a low-income side of town, as far from the ritzy downtown firms as they could get.

It was perfect.

That afternoon, Anne had returned from lunch, breathless and talking a mile-a-minute. Sharon remembered grinning like a fool; charmed by Anne’s exuberance. They made an appointment and went back to see the building that night, right after they got off work. They’d bought the property the next week. The dentist gave them a great price and let them rent to own the property, otherwise they never could’ve afforded to buy it. As soon as the ink dried on the contract, the dentist high-tailed off to Florida with his wife and Sharon and Anne moved in and began the tedious business of cleaning up, taking care of most of the renovations and repairs themselves to save money.

They’d been there ever since.

Over the years they’d added a few employees here and there: Debbie Jones, their receptionist, who had been one of their first clients, Hector Aria, who had been with them now for the last several years and who took care of all the general building maintenance. And finally, Michelle, their sharp new junior partner, who had joined the firm only a year or so ago, right out of law school.

Sharon smiled again thinking of Michelle, and actually blushed as a warm, smoky wetness spread between her legs.

Then her stomach growled. She looked down, patted it, and said, "Guess the snow might not be quite enough, huh?" Another series of growls. Insistent.

Must be remembering Anne’s request for a pizza dinner

Growl

Laughing to herself, Sharon snuck a last look up, then got in her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She never noticed the van as it started up, turned on its lights, and followed, slipping into traffic behind her.

***

Sharon turned on her radio. Soft jazz filled the car, and she hummed along with the tunes. She eased to a stop at a red light, then turned north and drove for about a mile. The snow patted her windshield, creating little patterns, and then the wipers would flick the flakes away. She bobbed her head in time to the music, humming away, careful of the slick streets when she merged with the few other cars that were out, braving the weather.

A few minutes later, Sharon pulled into the slushy parking lot of a big, twenty-four hour grocery store. The lot was almost deserted, due to the hour or the snow, Sharon wasn’t sure. She pulled past some construction equipment that was blocking the first few rows of parking spots, sighed, and parked as close to the doors as she could, just next to an old, rusting Toyota. She shut off the lights and the wipers, turned off the ignition, and took her keys and her purse and stepped out into the cold. She beeped the alarm, locking her car, and walked inside, past a couple having a heated argument in another language.

The couple marched straight to the Toyota as the store’s automatic sliding doors smacked closed behind Sharon. They continued their argument, shouting at each other over the hood of the car, until the woman took an apple out of a shopping bag and threw it at the man’s face. The apple caromed off his forehead and bounced under the car. The man glowered at her with cold eyes, but unlocked the car doors. They got in the car and roared out of the lot, fishtailing out into the road with a spray of slush, leaving a puff of exhaust in their wake.

The lot was quiet again, except for a muffled buzz from a flickering streetlamp, until the white van pulled in a few moments later and parked in the newly vacant spot.

The driver killed the engine and shut off the headlights, and waited.

***

Inside the store, Sharon grabbed a red plastic shopping basket and looped the handles over her arm. She started her shopping in the produce aisle and grabbed a crisp head of green lettuce, a red onion, a couple ripe tomatoes and a small cucumber. She found some delicious honey-mustard dressing that was bottled by a local restaurant, and took two jars. Then she went to the back of the store to the meat section, winding her way around a few tired-looking employees and boxes and boxes of merchandise waiting to be restocked. She didn’t notice any other customers, and the employees ignored her.

At the freezers, Sharon picked up a package of fresh chicken breasts, then hummed a little tune on her way back to the coolers and found some coffee ice cream. She completed her circuit at a small rack of wines. Sharon read the labels and selected a nice Red, changed her mind for something a bit less expensive, then changed her mind again and headed to the checkout stands.

Out of about twenty stands there was only one with its light on. A small cow-bell sat on the edge of the conveyor belt. A note attached to the bell read: For cashier, please ring the bell once. Be nice - thanks, Management. Sharon emptied her basket onto the conveyor belt, stored the empty basket under the counter, and rang the bell, just once.

A skinny Asian woman with lank, greasy hair and a bad complexion peered over a rack of cereal boxes and gave Sharon a sour look.

She picked at her scalp and shouted, "You ready?"

Sharon nodded. "Yes, thank you."

The woman took her time, moseying over and wiping her grubby hands on a stained green apron tied over blue jeans and a black polo shirt. She scratched her head with the tip of a dirty finger, flicking at the top of her scalp. Dandruff drifted out of her hair onto her shirt, blending in with a light dusting already clinging to her shoulders. A white nametag pinned to her apron read, Hi. My name is Vang. Vang had a button pinned just below the nametag: This WGL store is proudly employee owned. A big smiley face wrapped completely around the slogan, letting everyone know that Vang was indeed, happy to own her own little part of WGL.

Sharon smiled and opened her purse. "Can I have paper instead of plastic?"

"You bag yourself."

Sharon blinked. She cocked her head and said, "Um. Excuse me?"

Vang glared at Sharon like she was and idiot and pointed down to a bunch of shopping bags at the end of the belts.

"You bag yourself," she repeated.

Vang stepped behind the cash register and typed an access code into the ten-key pad, then flipped the small, swinging flap that separated two conveyor belts. She started to swipe the items under the scanner, one-by-one, beep-beep-beep, and shoved them all onto the conveyor belt on her other side. The belt engaged and scooted everything down to the end of the aisle.

"Oh. Okay." I get it now. I get to bag everything myself. Swift on the uptake there, lawyer-girl. Sharon took out her wallet, slipped out her credit card and waited for the woman to finish.

Beep-beep-beep.

Vang hit the total button on the register, put her hands on her hips. "Thirty-one dollars and ninety-seven cents."

"Okay." Sharon tried to swipe her card in the little machine hooked to the lip of the counter, but Vang shook her head.

"No, no, no. We don’t take no credit cards."

Sharon shook her head, confused. "What?" She pointed to the machine. "But this…"

Vang shook her head again. "That for the food stamp card. They don’ make the paper stamp anymore; they put the money on a card that look like that." She gestured at Sharon’s credit card and pointed to a large sign hung on the wall by the exit. "Credit company charge us lots of money to use, so the grocery too expensive. Cash or check only. No card."

Sharon couldn’t help rolling her eyes, but she put away her card and opened her wallet. Vang picked at her head and glared at Sharon suspiciously; as if a woman dressed nicely in a skirt and high heels (who’d already waited in line and rang a damn cowbell for help!) might suddenly freak out, grab the bottle of wine and make a run for it out into the ice and snow. Sharon pulled out a twenty dollar bill and a five, then dug around deep in her purse and a found a few crumpled singles and exactly ninety-seven cents in change buried at the bottom. She forked the money over.

Once the cash was in her hands, Vang dropped most of the coins and had to scrounge around on the floor. When she finally stood up again she counted the money twice before she grunted, opened her till drawer and handed Sharon her receipt.

"You five cents short, but I find later."

"Thanks," Sharon said, but Vang had already disappeared, no doubt anxious to sprinkle more of her dandruff all over the cereal boxes.

Sharon shook her head and quickly bagged her groceries, using paper instead of plastic. She slung her purse over her shoulder and hoisted the bag, then walked to the wide glass doors. They swooped open for her. A freezing gust of wind swirled her coat-tails around her calves. Sharon’s eyes watered and she blinked as the bitter cold settled over her like a frozen blanket.

Great

The wind peppered Sharon with icy chunks of snow. She slipped on a slick spot on the pavement, turned her ankle, and fell on her ass.

"Whouff!" Sharon sat in the middle of the parking strip for a second, with her legs stuck out straight in front of her. She started laughing. "Shit."

Somehow, she’d managed to not drop her bag. Sharon set it down and carefully picked herself and brushed the snow off her butt. She bent over and retrieved her bag of food and trudged around the construction equipment to her car. Sharon hurried around a big white van that blocked the path to her car, her teeth chattering a mile-a-minute. She balanced her groceries on her knee while she searched her bottomless purse for her car keys. They weren’t there. Sharon swore under her breath, patted her coat, and found the keys in a pocket. She grumbled at herself and beeped the alarm.

"Thank God for automatic locks," she mumbled.

Sharon opened the trunk and put away her groceries. She shut the trunk and her foot slid out from under her, banging her shin painfully on the bumper. She swore.

"Owww…Dang it!"

That’s when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and said, "Hey lady? S’cuze me?"

Sharon jumped, dropping her purse. She turned and slipped again, catching herself on the hood of her car. Stupid heels. She wondered if she’d forgotten something inside the store. "Wh-what?"

A man stood in front of her, bundled up in a heavy parka, a furry hood pulled up over his head. Sharon couldn’t see his face. He didn’t look like an employee.

"Sorry, lady. Didn’t mean ta scare ya like that."

The guy just stood there with his hands up, empty, except for what looked like a three-by-five index card. Sharon tried to collect herself, thought of the mace in her purse. She wondered if she could reach it. She caught the purse strap with the heel of her shoe and inched the bag closer. The man didn’t move.

"What do you want?"

Sharon reached down slowly, watching him, and felt for the purse. She found the strap, picked up the purse, and started backing towards her car door, when he looked at the card in his hand, and asked:

"You Sharon Chapman?"

That stopped her. She looked at him quizzically.

"Yes? How…how do you know my name?"

He stepped closer. "And you live at five-oh-one-two Cherry Lane?"

"Yes, I… How…how do you know where I live? Who are you?"

"Oh, we know a lot about you. We know you have a daughter named Amy Cole who lives in California with her daughter, Jenny, who’s just about to turn thirteen. You don’t want to see them hurt, do you?"

Oh, God

"Stop. Please. I’ve got mace."

The man stopped. "Oh, yeah?"

"Who the hell are you?"

Sharon pulled out the canister and pointed it.

The man laughed.

Lipstick

"Shit!"

Sharon dropped the lipstick and fumbled with her purse. The man took another step closer. He laughed again, a low rumble. Sharon shivered, not just from the cold.

"What do you want? How do you know about my family?"

"You’ve got a secret admirer."

"What?"

"Welcome to his fantasy, bitch."

The man laughed again and reached for her as Sharon’s groping fingers finally wrapped around the mace. She yanked it out of the bag and dropped her purse, and had the nozzle halfway up when another man, huge and shaped like a mountain, stepped out of the passenger side of the van and wrapped a heavy, muscled arm around her shoulders.

"Gotcha, bitch."

Sharon let out a pitiful squeak as a dirty rag smashed over her face. A cloying, sweet smell filled her nose and her lungs as she took a breath, trying to scream for help, and then the world spun around her. Her vision blurred.

Sharon blinked back tears and thought, the snow’s in my eyes. I can’t see. I’m being kidnapped, and I can’t see. Please, someone help me.

The mace fell from her nerveless fingers and bounced under the van. Sharon was vaguely aware of the sound of a heavy door sliding open. She heard someone say, "Get her purse and the mace. Take the car back to her house and dump it there. Wipe it down before you leave."

"Right."

"Do it right. You screw this shit up and you’re a dead motherfucker."

"Okey-dokie."

Silence. Sharon’s head began to swim. She was focused on the hand clamped around her mouth, the rag covering her nose. She remembered an old movie she’d seen once, where someone was kidnapped.

Chloroform

She kicked and tried to bite the hand covering her face, but just got another lungful of fumes for her trouble. More dark shapes - people? - gathered around her. Little bright spots started popping in front of her eyes. She heard the jangle of keys.

"Fuck, man. Don’t need to look at me like that. I got it."

"I’m serious. Do the shit right."

"I said, I got it, dude. No problem-o."

"Then move it before somebody sees us."

"Nobody gonna see us with all this snow." Another voice, grumbling.

"I said, move it, motherfucker! You fuck this up and I’ll kill you myself."

A car door slammed. Sharon heard an engine start, and felt the hot exhaust on her legs as her car was driven away.

Sharon panicked. She couldn’t breathe. She squirmed and twisted, frantically clawing and biting at the hand clamped around her mouth. The man holding her just squeezed her tighter, keeping her locked in place like she was a child. Vaguely, as she drifted on the edge of consciousness, Sharon realized someone was laughing; a deep, awful laugh.

"Fucking asswipe." The arms around her shifted again, and Sharon was turned around. "Help me get this coat off her."

Sharon’s arms were yanked out in front of her, and someone pulled at her sleeves.

"What about the gloves?"

She was shifted again, and the coat was ripped from her back. Sharon felt the cold bite into her body, enveloping her like a living thing.

They took my coat

. I want my coat back. It was expensive.

"Leave ‘em on ‘till we can tie her up. I don’t want her scratching me."

"Heh. Not yet, anyway, huh?" Grunt. "There. Got it. You want us to just drop it?"

"Toss it in the front seat. She won’t need it no more."

"Cool."

Through the haze of the chloroform, Sharon felt strong hands groping her. She tried to struggle, kicking feebly, but she was too weak to break free. Someone pulled at her skirt until it ripped up the back. A hand slid between her thighs and a finger poked at her crotch through the material of her nylons and panties, tearing a hole through, pulling and tearing at the material until her crotch was bare. Someone tore open her blouse and squeezed her breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples through her bra.

"You better be filming this shit. This is what he’s payin’ for."

"We’re on."

Oh God…

Sharon tried to scream, but only heard a weak, muffled groan escape her lips. She felt the man holding her getting excited, his cock digging into her ass. His breath was warm on her neck.

A low whistle. "Damn. She’s not bad for an old bitch, ain’t she?"

Sharon mumbled through the rag, "Mmmgrmph."

"Nice legs."

"Nice big titties, too." Pinch, pinch. "Holy crap!"

"Huh? S’matter?"

"These titties are real! Thought they’d be fakes, they so firm an’ perky."

"Hell, she got nice everything, man. ‘Specially for an old bitch." More hands roamed over her body. "Shit, I think I just came in my shorts."

The men around Sharon laughed, and the Mountain rubbed his crotch up against Sharon’s ass. It felt like he had a thick steel pole in his pants.

"The profile said she runs and plays tennis almost every morning. Athletic."

Profile? That struck a chord. They’ve been watching me.

Someone continued to play with her breasts, squeezing her tits like they were kneading bread.

Help me, please…

"Stop it man. Shit. You’ll have plenty o’ those big old white bitch titties soon enough. Ya’ll ready for this?"

"Hell yes."

"Let’s get the show on the road."

Sharon was lifted up. She felt like she was floating.

Please, someone, help me

Sharon was pulled into the van. She felt the van list to the side as another person got in, then another, and another. Someone rolled the door shut, pounded the wall of the van and yelled "Drive!" A muffled voice shouted a reply. The engine rumbled when it turned over, and Sharon started to cry as they pulled out of the parking lot. Her eyes burned and the hot tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

"Aww, look. She’s cryin’."

A dark face swum in front of her blurry eyes, wearing a black ski mask. The man in the parka. Maybe. Sharon couldn’t tell.

"Crying?" The Mountain whispered in her ear. He taunted her. "We gonna give you a lot more to cry ‘bout tonight, bitch. Bet on that."

The big hand clamped on her mouth finally let go. Sharon heard a zipper open, and The Mountain sat down, pulling her roughly onto his lap. He was so big, her head rolled on his chest. She blinked back tears and squirmed in his lap until she felt a huge, warm cock wedged under her ass, throbbing.

"P-please, don’t do this. Please let me go."

"Time to give her the pills."

"Got ‘em right here."

The van was freezing. Sharon took a huge breath, trying to calm herself, and let it out slowly; a fine, foggy mist. She took a mental inventory. Her head was pounding and the world around her was blurry and spinning. She felt slightly nauseous. Sharon tried to focus, thought that she might throw up. She glanced around, trying to figure out who had taken her, what their plan was.

"Please…what do you want from me?"

A chorus of laughter.

Sharon looked around, squinting to see in the gloom. The van was easily large enough for the men to stand up straight. Including the man holding her, she counted five…maybe six or seven more? She couldn’t tell. Two of them held compact video cameras pointed right at her, on and recording.

The interior of the van was grimy and smelled like vomit and stale cigar smoke. The small light mounted on the roof of the cab barely provided enough light to see. Thick rubber padding had been placed on all the walls and over the doors and ceiling. The floor was carpeted and covered with old cigarette burns. A long seat with torn vinyl covering stretched along the back wall. Strong metal bars spaced at even levels along the walls from the floor to the roof spanned the circumference of the van.

"Hold her arms and spread her legs," said the Mountain.

Two of the men grabbed Sharon by wrists and slapped handcuffs on her, locking them tight enough that she cried out. They locked the free ends of the cuffs to the piping, and then they grabbed her ankles and pulled until she was sitting spread-eagled in the Mountain’s lap.

"I…I can give you money. I don’t have a lot, but…"

"No cash?" Snort. "Saw the nice, new Beamer you was drivin’, bitch. And the new Jag your partner just bought? Damn if that didn’t set her back a fair chunk. Didn’t you hear me tell you we know all ‘bout you? We’ve seen your bank accounts. We know what kinda investments you got; everythin’. Don’t tell me you got no money."

"Please!" Sharon heard the whine in her voice, and felt ashamed. "I don’t…"

Someone slapped her, rocking her head back and to the side. She tasted blood. The men laughed, and another blurry, masked face joined the crowd in front of her. The man pried apart Sharon’s mouth, and her eyes popped open with fear as they stepped closer.

"Gggrhagggrrrmmmnn!"

Sharon kicked and struggled as the parka man stuffed two light blue pills down her throat. He smashed her mouth shut, keeping her jaw locked tight and pinched her nose closed. He massaged her throat until Sharon choked and swallowed.

"Damn, bitch. Cut it out. Shit ain’t gonna hurt you."

The Mountain held her firmly as she futily kicked and twisted and thrashed. Fresh tears spilled down her face and snot ran down her nose as the men finally stepped back.

"Wh-what were those?" Sharon croaked. She tried to look over her shoulder at the Mountain. He smiled wickedly down at her through a panty-hose mask.

"Somethin’ to help make your night more…fun."

"Unnngh." A moan came from the front of the van.

"Sounds like your friends are finally waking up."

"My friends…" Sharon stared at the vague shapes covered with an old blanket, lying on the floor of the van. One of the men yanked the blanket away, and stepped back so she could see.

"Oh, my God." She gasped.

"Hand me that lube, yo’."

The mountain wrapped his hands around Sharon’s waist and lifted her up, shifting his hips underneath her. She felt his cock slip down along the crack of her ass.

"Hold her a sec."

Strong hands held Sharon suspended above the seat, her arms and legs spread wide. She heard the wet sound of liquid being squirted from a tube, and then slurping, like lotion being rubbed on someone’s hands.

"All right. I got her."

The Mountain wrapped slick hands around her waist again, staining her white, silk blouse.

"Let’s party."

The thick tip of his cock wedged between her butt cheeks. Sharon screamed and tried to fight, kicking and jerking. She bled as the handcuffs bit into her wrists, scraping the soft flesh from her arms. The men held her ankles tight as she screamed and thrashed around. The Mountain squeezed her waist, holding her hips securely in place, digging his powerful fingers into her belly until she could barely breathe.

"Get her feet up off the floor."

Sharon’s legs were pulled straight out and spread wide, exposing her pink cunt through the gaping hole in her torn nylons and panties. The men who weren’t holding her were quickly stripping off their clothes. They kept their masks on. The man who had been wearing the parka climbed up onto the seat next to Sharon, grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back. He shoved a small metal ring into her mouth and wedged it behind her teeth, propping her mouth wide open. He held her head bent towards him while he began to masturbate, rubbing his cock on her face, over her lips. Another man pushed between her trembling legs, his heavy, purple cock dangling almost halfway down his thighs. He ripped away the remains of her skirt, grabbed the bottle of lubricant and oiled up. Underneath her, the Mountain shifted his hips, pushing the tip of his penis further up into her asshole.

"The other bitches are waking up."

The Mountain laughed. "Good. Fuck them, too, and tape it all."

Sharon screamed again as he dropped her, when his huge dick punched into her clenched sphincter. Her screams were cut short as the other men took their cues, forcing their cocks into her open mouth and her unprotected pussy. Then the drugs kicked in, and it was all she could do to breathe as the men pummeled her body. Sharon barely noticed a new set of screams as the other men fell on the women lying on the floor of the truck.

***

Anne Laird’s day started badly, with a phone call from Michelle at the office at seven a.m. "I’m sleeping, goddamnit." she grumbled.

"Sorry to wake you, Anne, but we’ve got a problem with the phones and the computers again. I can’t reach Sharon, at home or on her cell. She’s probably at the fucking tennis courts. Can you come down here?"

"Shit." She curled deeper into her covers. "Just call someone and have it fixed."

"I already have somebody here, but I don’t know anything about this ancient, crappy phone system you two had installed. The repair guy needs to talk to one of you; and neither Debbie or I are authorized to sign off for the bill, anyway."

"Oh crap." Anne rolled over and rubbed her eyes. "Some partner."

Michelle laughed. "Your rules, not mine." She paused. "Anne, right now we can’t take any calls, and the computers won’t even boot up. It’s important, or I wouldn’t have called."

"I know. I know." Yawn. "Well, I’m up now. Let me grab a quick shower, and I’ll be there in half-an-hour. Can you get them started, at least? Show them where everything is?"

"Sure."

Anne rubbed her forehead, thinking. "You know what?"

"What’s that?"

"Remember, a while back, Sharon and I had some problems with our laptops, and you fixed them for us? Sharon told me that her phones at home were acting up, making weird sounds when she’d get calls. Mine have been weird now and then, too."

Anne paused, working up to her question, wondering if she was going to sound like the dumb, middle-aged, techno-ignorant bimbo she really was. Michelle was a whiz with all this electronic stuff. It was one of the reasons Sharon had hired her; on top of her outstanding school transcripts, a great interview and a few well-placed job references.

Anne and Sharon had brought Michelle into their little family for some new blood; to help kick-start the office, and drag the firm along into the new millennium. Anne didn’t know squat about computers; she could barely turn hers on. But she really didn’t want Michelle to know that.

Anne hated to admit it, but the woman intimidated her. She seemed to be able to do just about anything she put her mind to. At just shy of thirty, Michelle was already a better attorney than Anne could ever hope to be. Anne knew it, and she knew Michelle knew it too. Sometimes she wondered if Sharon noticed too. She hoped not, but lately Sharon had been so impatient and short-tempered around her, when she wasn’t just ignoring her…

"Do you think we’ve got a virus in the computer system, or something like that?"

"Um." Michelle paused. Anne heard a muffled male voice, and a rattling on the other end. "Anne, excuse me."

More muffled conversation, like Michelle had put her hand over the phone. In her mind, Anne pictured Michelle laughing at her, along with the receptionist, Debbie, and the repair guys. But when she came back on the line, her voice was calm.

"Sorry, the guy had a question." Michelle cleared her throat and said, "I don’t see how. I mean, maybe, maybe there’s a virus in the computers, but that shouldn’t affect the phones. Not at your houses, at least. Besides, that was months ago."

"Oh. Okay. Just a thought. But they’re hooked up together at the office, right?"

Silence. Anne could almost hear Michelle frowning over the phone. "Huh. Yeah. You’re right. I’ll ask the guy about it."

"Good. Be there in a bit." Wow. Maybe she wasn’t so dumb after all. Score one for the old broad. Anne almost broke the connection, but then, "Hey, Michelle?"

"Huh?"

"How are you talking to me if the phones are down?"

"Um, I’m on my cell, Anne." This time there was no mistaking the laughter. "Go get some coffee on your way in. You sound a little groggy."

"Oh. Right. Called on your cell phone. Sure."

Shit

How the hell did you ever get out of law school?

She shivered and looked at her warm, rumpled covers with a kind of wistful longing that she didn’t even feel for sex or chocolate. She sighed.

"Later." She patted the mattress. "I’ll be back, and we can snuggle later. Okay?"

No one answered. The norm, as of late.

Why aren’t you here with me, Sharon? What did I do?

Anne stood and stretched, her old joints popping, and peeled off her silk nightie. She dropped the black nightgown onto the bed, sighed again, and padded naked into the bathroom to take a shower.

***

Exactly forty minutes and a hot mocha later, Anne pulled into the parking lot of their office building. She parked next to a large utility van that she figured belonged to the phone guys, grabbed her purse and locked her car. Anne looked at the sky, frowning. The guy on the radio said it was supposed to be sunny out and warming up. But it was getting colder, and overcast.

"Should have worn a suit." Anne mumbled. She sipped her mocha as she breezed into the office lobby, her light skirt twirling around her thighs.

"Hey everybody." Anne gave everyone her best, aren’t-you-impressed-by-me smile. The one that dazzled in court. "Everything fixed yet?"

Debbie was half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of her desk, with her legs crossed and her hands folded demurely over her knee, twirling her shoe in a slow circle with the tips of her toes. Her tight pleated skirt was hiked up high enough to give a good view of the inside of her thighs, and her filmy white blouse was unbuttoned to the top of her bra, showing off her ample cleavage.

She was busy flirting with a cute young black guy in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a heavy tool belt slung around his hips. The guy was scribbling notes on a clipboard and sneaking glances down Debbie’s blouse.

Shameless hussy

Debbie winked, and Anne grinned at her boss as she stepped behind the desk. Another guy was hidden under Debbie’s desk, with his ass up in the air and his pants creeping down past his hairy butt-crack, mumbling something about the Goddamn phone cords. Michelle stepped out of Sharon’s office, beautiful and regal and perfect as always.

How does she do it?

Anne groaned inwardly. Not even a quarter to eight in the morning, and she looks like she just walked off the set of some photo shoot for hot, sexy young lawyers.

Michelle was followed by another, huge black man carrying another clipboard tucked under his armpit. A patch sewn on his work shirt read Malcolm. He tapped a pen on the side of the clipboard, and had to duck his head to get under the door frame. It sounded like they were discussing the computers.

Ever the good receptionist, Debbie cleared her throat and stated the obvious.

"Hey Michelle? Annie’s here."

"Oh. Finally." Michelle gestured for her. "Anne, this is going to take a while." She waved at the man with the clipboard, who walked over. "Guys, this is Anne Laird, one of the senior partners."

The big, big man smiled down at Anne.

"Mrs. Laird." He checked his clipboard then tucked it under his arm, taking the other clipboard from the man who’d been flirting with Debbie. "We’re gonna have to shut down all the equipment for a bit and run some diagnostics on your phone systems. We’ll get to the computers afterwards. Miss Roberts and Miss Jensen informed me that you can take care of most of your business today using your cell phones. Is that right?"

"Oh, um, Miss Laird, please." Anne’s smile faded. "Is it really going to take that long?"

"We’ll be as fast as we can." He shrugged. "But it takes as long as it takes. You know?"

"I suppose so."

"Cool." He handed her the pair of clipboards. "Sign here and here for me, and we’ll get started. We’ll need your signature again when we finish, too."

"Oh. Okay." Anne took his pen and signed where he pointed. "I’ve got a meeting at three this afternoon and I won’t be back in the office until Tuesday. What if you don’t finish by then?"

"I guess we can get your partner to sign for the bill."

"All right." Anna turned to Michelle. "Did you get in touch with Sharon, then? Will she be in?"

"Mm-hmm," Michelle nodded. "She was at the club, like always. She had her phone in her locker; she called back a little while ago. She’s meeting a new client this morning, but she’ll be in by one or so."

"Okay." Anne flashed the smile again and handed back the clipboard. "Well. I guess I’ll go get ready for my meeting. Let us know if you need anything."

"You got it. Can you show me where your phone lines enter the building?"

Anne and Michelle exchanged glances. Anne shrugged. She had no idea. "Right this way." Michelle said, and took the repairmen back into the storage room.

***

At noon, Michelle knocked on Anne’s office door. She was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers and a tiny pink envelope.

"Anne? These came for you."

She gave Anne a shit-eating grin and put the flowers on her desk. Anne stared at them.

"Omigosh! Who…" She looked at Michelle. "Who are they from?"

"I don’t know. Debbie just went to lunch, so I signed for them." Michelle passed her the card. "You tell me."

Flowers? For me? Anne took the envelope with shaking hands. She slit the seal open with her fingernail and pulled out a small, plain card. Anne dropped the envelope in her trashcan and opened the card. She broke into a wide, silly grin.

"What?" Michelle looked like she wanted to pop. "What does it say?"

Anne handed her the card. It was blank on the outside, but there were words printed under the fold: You have a secret admirer. Welcome to the fantasy.Michelle read the card and grinned at Anne.

"A secret admirer? You little devil, you." Then she turned it over and read it again. Michelle scowled. "What does welcome to the fantasy mean?"

"No idea." Anne shrugged and sniffed the flowers. They were beautiful.

Michelle handed her back the card and put her hands on her hips. "So?"

Anne grinned at her. "So what?"

Michelle nodded at the flowers. "Who is it?"

Sharon. A warm burst of joy flowered in Anne’s chest. My Sharon sent me flowers. But she replied, "No idea."

"Oh, c’mon Anne. Real guys don’t just send flowers out of the blue. That only happens in cheesy movies. Give it up. Who are you seeing, that you haven’t told any of us about?"

Anne blushed. "Nobody. Really. This is a huge surprise."

"Yeah. Sure it is. Come on, Annie. You can tell me."

"Seriously. Nobody."

Michelle studied her. "Ahh. I know. You wouldn’t be going to see this secret admirer at a ‘meeting’ this afternoon, would you?" Michelle made quotation marks in the air with her fingers when she said meeting.

Anne laughed. "Well, now that you’ve figured it out…yeah. I’ll fess up. You’re right. Little old Mr. Rodriguez is really my secret love."

"Yuck it up, babe."

Michelle grinned and stepped out into the hall, then turned on her heel and peeked back through the door.

"But I’ll be watching you like a hawk."

Michelle waggled her finger at Anne, and left. Anne took a long stemmed rose from the vase and sat down in her chair, grinning like a fool. She tickled her nose with the soft, red petals, enjoying the sweet fragrance of the flower.

My secret admirer. Sharon, you silly thing. Anne hummed a silly little tune under her breath. My secret admirer. Welcome to the fan-ta-see.Anne brushed the flower back and forth under her chin, crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair. On her desk, all the phone lines blinked on once, then went out completely. Lost in her own little fantasy, Anne never noticed.

***

A bit after two, Anne realized she’d been daydreaming for way to long, put the flowers on top of her file cabinet and decided to get back to work. Her meeting with the Rodriguez family was in about an hour, and she hadn’t prepped at all.

Dammit, Annie. Get a grip. You’re acting like you’re a kid.

She pried herself back to reality, packed up her notes and locked her briefcase. She looked at her computer, then remembered that the repair guys had everything turned off. They’d left for lunch an hour ago, and were still gone.

Figures.

Anne picked up her flowers and the briefcase, and turned off the office lights. Sharon still hadn’t come in yet. Debbie was sitting at her desk, busy reading a woman’s magazine. On the cover, an attractive, fifty-ish woman, happy and barefoot and dressed in a turtleneck and rolled up khaki pants, cavorted alone on the beach. Good thing it’s been a slow day. Debbie smiled at the flowers and put down the magazine.

"Nice to see you’re earning your keep."

Debbie snorted. "Look at you, Lover Girl." She gave Anne the once-over. "You, swishin’ into the office in your little skirt, workin’ your bad self. I saw you smile at that little boy I was flirting with this morning." She sighed theatrically. "You hot, rich older women catch all the guys."

"Rii-ght. That’s me. Next, I’ll be posing for a girlie magazine."

"Jeez. Don’t let Sharon catch you saying that."

"Sharon the Man Hater, I know," giggled Anne. "It’s all an act."

"Annie, If she was any tighter, she’d pop."

"Seriously, Deb. You know Sharon would be the first one of us to rip off her clothes if some hunk asked her out."

"You think she wears baggy boxes under her business suits?" Debbie asked. They both laughed. Debbie wiped her eyes. "I’m not very nice, am I?"

"Evil as all get-out. Makes me wonder what the two of you say about me when I’m not around." Anne leaned further over the desk and lowered her voice. "And by the way, I did notice you flirting with that boy this morning."

Debbie made a ‘fsst’ sound. "I was not."

"Hon, you were showing so much cleavage, you were ready to pop out of that blouse." Anne grinned. "He was sweating so much, I’m surprised you didn’t need an umbrella."

Debbie blushed. "He was awfully cute."

"Mm-hmm," Anne agreed. "If he comes back, are you gonna sneak into the back room with him?"

"Annie! I wouldn’t!" Debbie faked a shocked look, then giggled. "Not during business hours, anyway."

They both laughed again, then Anne asked, "Hey, is Michelle gone for the afternoon?"

"I don’t think so, but she said she was going to run some errands."

"Are the repair guys coming back?"

"They said so."

"Will you make sure Sharon knows about all that’s going on, and that they need her to sign the invoice?"

"Sure."

"Okay." Anne smiled again and glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Well, I’ve got to go. Have a good holiday, Deb."

"You too, Annie. Thanks again for the card and the bonus."

"Anytime. See you in a week."

Annie picked up her stuff again. The young phone guy opened the door just as she was starting to leave. Debbie turned a bright shade of red, and grinned.

"Careful in the back room." She smiled at the man, then to Debbie, whispered, "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do."

***

Debbie watched Annie walk out to her car. Annie gave the young hottie that big, toothy, thousand-megawatt smile of hers as she breezed past, and then Debbie watched him stare at Annie’s ass swooshing while he held the door for her. She gritted her teeth.

Damn tan, skinny, fake-boob, face-lifted bitch. Debbie undid another button on her blouse. Beat this, Annie, she thought, and tried her own smile.

"Hey," he said, buckling his tool belt back on.

"Hey yourself." Debbie leaned to her side, trying to look past him. "Where is everybody."

"Huh? Oh. They had, uh, another call. An emergency. I guess they thought I could handle everything here okay myself."

"I bet you can."

Debbie wiggled in her chair, bunching her boobs together. The guy smiled at her and walked right by her into the backroom. Debbie watched him go, open-mouthed. He’d just ignored her best shot. Annie’s voice came back to her. Are you going to sneak into the back room with him?

"Oh, hell."

Debbie stood and stepped quietly to the door. She peered through the front window and checked the parking lot. All clear except for the service van.

Annie, I wouldn’t! Not during business hours, anyway.

"Oh, hell. Something for the memoirs." Debbie took a deep breath, crossed herself, and stepped into the back.

***

The kid was holding what looked like a big, orange toy phone to his ear. He was at the phone box, poking at wires. The room was cold. Debbie grabbed a heavy porcelain coffee mug from the dish rack and poured herself a stiff cup of black coffee. She turned and lounged against the counter, watching him and sipping her drink. He finished with the toy phone and hung it back on his belt.

"Would you like a cup?" She offered.

"Coffee?"

Debbie nodded, and he shook his head.

"Oh, no. Thanks." He gave her a toothy grin. "I’ve got enough mocha on my outside without putting any more inside. If you know what I’m sayin’."

Debbie smiled. He went back to his box. She shuffled her feet, wondering what to say now.

"I, uh, I noticed you looking at my boss when she left."

The guy blinked at her. "She’s fine." He shrugged. "For an older bitch. Just couldn’t help m’self. You know?"

Debbie gasped. "You just called my boss a bitch!"

The kid shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Well, y’know. Sorry."

He turned away, embarrassed, and the room grew quiet again. Debbie cleared her throat.

"You were staring at her butt." Oh, gawd. Did she just really say that?

The guy blinked again, but smiled.

"Yeah, well. She got a nice one. Not too big or round, you know, but juicy. Looked damn fine in that little skirt she was wearin’." He gave Debbie a weird look. "She got some perky titties and some nice legs on her, too."

"Really?" Debbie was dumbfounded. She was talking to this stranger about her boss’s ass. "You think so?"

"Yeah. Well, you know. Really, she’s kinda skinny for my taste." He waggled his eyebrows at Debbie and moved his gaze slowly over her body. "I like an ass that if you slap it, it’ll slap you right back. You know what I’m sayin’? Like yours."

Debbie gaped at him, her mouth in a wide ‘O’. "Like…mine?"

He smiled and stepped close enough that Debbie had to crane her neck back to see his face.

"Yeah." He took the mug out of her hands and set it on the counter, then put his hands on her hips. "Like yours."

"Oh." She said. Her whole body started to tingle when he touched her. "Oh. Okay."

They stood like that for a second, and then he cupped her ass and pulled her close to him. Debbie pressed her hands on his chest. She was having trouble breathing, and she felt a little dizzy.

"Um," she said, and he kissed her, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like mint. Debbie’s eyes shot open and she almost pushed him away.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Debbie heard a low growl come from deep within her throat. She threw her arms around his neck and began sucking desperately on his tongue. He pulled her closer, and she felt his cock dig into her belly. His hands squeezed her ass, then came up and pulled open her blouse, popping buttons all the way down to her waist. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. Debbie backed up a bit, breathless, her chest heaving.

"Hey, we shouldn’t…"

"Shouldn’t what?"

"You…you know."

"No. What?"

Debbie didn’t know what to do. He had her pinned her up against the counter. Her skirt had rucked up around her thighs, and he’d pushed his hips between her slightly spread legs.

She was already wet.

"Baby, you been eyin’ me all day, bunchin’ your titties together, showin’ off your nice undies an’ shit. You know what I want right now?"

Debbie bit her lip and shook her head.

"Somethin’ creamy an’ wet, baby."

"I…I don’t even know your name. I…"

"I’m Willy." Willy pointed down at his crotch. "And this here is little Willy."

Debbie looked down, and stared at the huge bulge poking out of his pants.

"Oh." She said.

Willy followed her gaze, and smiled. "You like that? Here." He took her hand and guided it down, made her cup him. "Take it out, if you want to meet it. Go on."

She grinned weakly. "It’s, uh, not so little, is it?"

He put his hands on Debbie’s shoulders and pushed her down, until she was kneeling with her head level with his crotch. "Go on girl, it won’t bite ya."

She took a deep, long breath, and let it out with a whoosh. Oh God, she whispered to herself, and unzipped his pants. She licked her lips, then reached in and pulled him out.

"Oh. My."

Debbie held his penis in her hands and stared. It was enormous. She’d seen a horse’s cock once, when she was little. That was the only comparison she could make with the chunk of meat throbbing in her hand. ‘Little Willy’ was thick as her wrist, and easily as long as her forearm. It was a dark brown, with a pink underside were it had been circumcised.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Little Willy likes you old white ladies just fine." He cupped the back of her head. "Go on, girl. Give him a kiss." Willy laughed. "You do, he’ll love you forever."

Debbie swallowed hard. She looked up. Willy smiled down at her, stroking her hair.

Oh God. What am I doing?

Debbie squeezed her eyes shut, and opened her mouth wide.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

Willy pushed with his hips. The head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it completely. It was hot and pulsing, and she licked it. Willy used her ears as handles and pulled her face closer. Debbie gagged as he slid further in, pushing himself down her throat. Her jaw cracked loudly, and then Willy was talking to her.

"That’s a good white bitch. Suck the big, black, donkey dick. That’s right, baby." He worked himself slowly into her mouth, in-and-out, in-and-out. Ropes of spit oozed out of her mouth and dripped down her chin as he fucked her face. "Oh, yeah. You like it like that, baby? You like suckin’ that big, black cock?"

Debbie felt herself getting hot. Willy pushed himself all the way into her mouth and held her face against his pubes. She couldn’t breathe. He used her ears and wiggled her face against him. Debbie’s hands shoved at his hips, but he held her tightly in place.

"Oh, fuck. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Hell, yes."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Debbie started to jerk, trying to get air, and he eased up for a second, then started pumping her face, hard and fast. His balls smacked into her chin as he fucked her. "MMM-MMM-MMM!"

"C’mon bitch. I wanna see you play with yourself while I fuck your face." Slap-slap-slap. "Do it. Rub that pink fucking pussy. C’mon."

Debbie groped for the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose and into her panties, past her thatch of pubic hair, and found her pussy.

Slap-slap-slap. "Shove those fingers in your snatch, bitch."

Debbie did what she was told, first one finger, then two, then three. She shoved them inside herself in time with his thrusts.

"AwwHooo." Willy stopped suddenly, and pulled out of her mouth with a jerk. "Awright. Time to cum in the white bitch’s pussy."

Debbie was gasping for air. Willy picked Debbie up easily and bent her over the counter, pushing her head into the sink. He shoved her skirt back up over her ass, then unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He grabbed a handful of Debbie’s nylons and panties, and ripped. She was getting scared.

"Oh shit, please...Willy, be careful…"

"Shut the hell up." He spanked her ass, leaving a red, hand-shaped mark on her butt-cheek. He smacked his dick on her butt, stuck the tip between her legs, and wiggled his hips in a circle until the head of his dick lodged in her pussy.

"Willy, please…"

"Here we go, bitch, ready or not!"

Willy rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, all the way in, smacking her ass with his belly as he pierced her; like a hot, thick needle punching into her cunt.

Debbie screamed.

And then she came.

Just like that.

Willy bent over her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through her bra. He pulled her blouse open all the way down to her waist and yanked on her hair while he fucked her. Her legs turned weak and wobbly. Debbie thought the only thing keeping her up was his dick shoved a foot deep in her cunt. He never stopped talking while he fucked her.

"That’s a good, tight snatch, white bitch."

"I’m gonna spooge right into your old pussy."

"After this, I’m fittin’ ta bust a nut in your fat ass, too, ya old bitch."

Debbie came again. Willy pulled out and forced himself into her ass, whispering awful, nasty things to her the whole time. He fingered her pussy and her clit.

Debbie screamed again as he punched into her rectum.

"Move, Goddammit!"

He smacked her butt, pushing and pulling her by ass, making her work. Debbie moaned and ground her rear end against him in a slow circle. Her ass muscles began to relax, letting him slip further inside.

"That’s right baby."

Smack.

"Uh. Right there."

Smack

"Harder. C’mon, bitch. Faster."

Smack

And she came. Again.

And again.

It took Willy almost another half hour to ‘bust his nut.’

By then, he had Debbie on the floor with her face buried into the carpet, begging for him to cum inside her. He was grinding his dick painfully around in her ass, and when he finally came, he squeezed her breasts until they hurt. He let out a loud groan, jerked a few times, and then shoved her roughly off his cock and fell back against the counter.

They stayed like that, breathing hard, until they heard the office door open, and Sharon’s voice.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

Panic

Sharon was already heading down the hall to her office. She barely glanced over at Debbie. "That sounds fantastic. Will you bring me a cup?"

"Uh, sure. Okay, I...Eee-oowp!"

Debbie jumped. Willy was grinning up at her. He’d inched over to her and slid his hand back up her skirt. She smacked his hand away and whispered, "Knock it off!"

Sharon looked back from her door. "What?"

Debbie smiled. "Hmn? Oh, nothing."

Sharon nodded and stepped into her office. Debbie started to shake. Willy played with his cock, still slick with her juice.

"Oh, God. That was close." She poured a cup of coffee into Sharon’s favorite mug. "Will you put that thing away? My God. My boss is here."

"Why?" Willy stood up and let his cock hang. "Heh-heh. Maybe she’ll want a bite outta little Willy, too. I got more’n enough dark meat to split between two horny old white ‘ho’s."

Debbie stared at him for a second, and then shook her head. She smoothed out her rumpled skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Oh. Oh, no."

She was a mess. Debbie groaned and tried to fix her hair again, then gave up and let it hang down to her shoulders. Her skirt was skewed, pulled halfway around her hips, She’d buttoned her blouse wrong, and a large patch of the material was damp from her saliva.

"Oh, shit."

Debbie ran some cold water on a towel and frantically patted her red, sweaty face, then re-buttoned her blouse and gave herself another once-over.

Better

She looked at Willy, who had moved to a chair, lounging at the break table.

"Don’t forget to get her to okay the work." He flopped his dick at her. "Then why don’t you come back here for some sloppy seconds?"

"Don’t you know when to quit?" Exasperated.

"Don’t need no attitude from you, bitch. You don’t get her signature, I’ll just leave now."

Debbie rolled her eyes. "Oh, Jesus. Fine."

Debbie took the coffee and spun out of the room, grabbing the clipboard with all the paperwork as she stormed by her desk. She muttered to herself on the way down the hall, and found Sharon seated at her desk, scanning through a ream of legal documents.

Sharon had taken off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, and her purse was on the leather couch next to her desk. She’d turned on the heat in her office; hot air gushed into the room from the floor vents.

"Cold outside?"

Sharon didn’t answer. Debbie put on a smile, set the coffee on Sharon’s desk, and tried to ignore the warm air blowing up her skirt. The breeze tickled her crotch, making her uncomfortably wet. She wondered if Sharon could smell the sex on her.

"Sharon?"

"Mm?" Sharon didn’t look up.

"Uh, The service paperwork needs your signature."

Sharon nodded and uncapped a pen. Debbie handed her the clipboard. Sharon signed, handed it back, and never looked away from her work.

"Thanks."

"Mm."

"Okay, then. Enjoy the coffee. I’ll let you get back to work."

"Mm."

Debbie backed out of the room. She knew this Sharon mood. She must be working on a new hardship case. Debbie had a feeling that Sharon would sit at her desk until the sun came up, unless there was an earthquake or she needed to pee. She doubted that the coffee would even get touched.

She carried the clipboard back to the break room. Willy was still in the chair, talking on his big orange phone, and his dick was still hanging out of his pants.

"Hey, hold on a sec, man. The bitch is back."

Debbie stared at him.

"Thought you were gonna bring me some dessert."

She shook her head and marched over, tossing the clipboard onto the table. Willy looked at it, shuffled through the papers. He put the phone back to his ear, wiggled his eyebrows at Debbie, and gestured to his cock. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. He grinned.

"Hey, ‘yo. Signed and delivered, man." He listened. "Yep." Debbie turned to go, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. "Hey! We ain’t done yet."

"Oww."

Debbie tried to pull away, but Willy yanked her down to her knees and pulled her between his legs. His dick was already snaking up towards his belly.

"She’s right here. Yeah." He chuckled into the phone. "Yep. She sucks a mean dick, man." He put the phone on his shoulder and grabbed her by the hair again. "C’mon, bitch. I’m getting’ horny again. Open that sexy goddamn mouth and suck me off."

Debbie’s face turned a deep shade of red. He wants me to blow him while he’s talking about me to someone on the fucking phone.

"But, Sharon, my boss…" The tip of his dick hovered around at her lips, twitching. "She’s just in the other room. What…what if she comes in?"

"Shit. I said, if she wants some, there be plenty for her too." Willy cupped the back of her head with his free hand. "Now c’mon, bitch. I’m on the fuckin’ phone, and this shit’s important."

His penis twitched erect, and the tip of his cock brushed her face. Debbie wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and smiled. "My name’s Debbie."

"Yeah. Right. Debbie." He yanked her hair impatiently. "C’mon, Debbie."

Debbie swallowed him with a sigh, her pussy wet and waiting for him. When did I turn into such a slut? She wondered.

"About fuckin’ time. Shee-it."

Sharon never left her office, and didn’t bother them at all.

***

At half-past five, Debbie peeked back into Sharon’s office and cleared her throat.

"Hey. It’s closing time."

"Oh." Sharon looked at the clock, surprised, and leaned her chair back. "Okay. You go ahead. I’m going to stay late tonight. Lock up?"

"Sure. Anything else"

"Did everything get fixed okay?"

"Uh-huh. I guess so." Debbie grinned. "I’ve gotta go catch my bus. Drive careful on your way home. It’s supposed to get nasty tonight. It’s already really cold out."

"Okay. You have a good night."

"See you next week. Happy holidays."

Debbie left Sharon at her desk. She rubbed at her jaw as she walked back to the lobby. Her legs felt unsteady, and her crotch ached, but she was smiling like a fool. She couldn’t help it. Debbie put on her coat and grabbed her bag, then punched in her alarm code for the front doors, unlocked them and stepped outside. It was already dark out, and cold. Willy was there, smoking a tiny cigar and leaning against his work van. He grinned when he saw her.

"What are you still doing here?" She locked the doors behind her.

"Waitin’ for you."

"Jeez." Debbie dropped her keys in her bag. "Uh, look. Today was really…fun. But right now, I need to catch my bus." She shivered. "God. It’s freezing out here."

"Why don’t I give you a lift? I got the van right here, already warmed up and everything."

"Huh." Debbie crossed her arms and stared at him, tapping her toe on the pavement. A snowflake drifted past her nose, and she made her decision. "Oh. Fine."

"Don’t say thanks or nuthin’."

He held out his arm for her, and Debbie broke into a grin.

"Here, c’mon ‘round this side. We gotta get in through the sliding door."

"Okay.’

Debbie smiled at Willy as they walked around the van.

"So, did you mean all that stuff you talked while we, uh, y’know…"

"You mean, the ‘bitch’ this, and ‘bitch’ that, ‘suck my fucking dick you old cunt’, all that sorta stuff?"

"Yeah. Is that just…I don’t know…kinky for you?" She looked at the ground, and another snowflake plopped on the tip of her nose. "I mean, it sorta turned me on. Well, it really turned me on. But…"

Willy stopped and unlatched the van door. He slid the door open. "Yeah, bitch." His eyes had gone cold and hard. "I did." He blew a puff of smoke into her face. Debbie coughed, and waved the smoke away.

She froze. "What…?"

Three big men wearing masks were in the van, waiting. One of the men had a video camera. Willy grinned down at her. "I meant every goddamn fucking word."

Someone grabbed her from behind, and a huge, powerful hand clamped around her face and pressed a smelly rag hard over her mouth and nose. Debbie got a big whiff of chemicals, and her eyes watered and her head swam. She was picked up and shoved into the waiting arms of the masked men, who threw her onto the vans dirty floor.

"Have fun, bitch."

Willy slammed the door, muffling Debbie’s screams as the men began ripping off her clothes.

***

Anne’s meeting ran later than she expected, and when she was finally able to sneak out of the courthouse, snow had started to fall. Her stomach rumbled. For dinner, Anne had only been able to scarf a handful of potato chips that she’d bought from a vending machine, and now she was absolutely starving.

Food

Anne crossed the street at the light, then she jaywalked and cut diagonally through two lanes of backed-up traffic on the next street over to get to the parking structure where she’d left her car.

I’m breakin’ the law

Always the rebel. She dodged around a few more cars stuck in the rush hour sprawl, causing a more than a few angry drivers to honk their horns. One fat guy with a grubby baseball cap was moved enough to roll his window down and scream something really nasty about the female gender.

Sharon would’ve gone over to the truck and read the a-hole his rights.

Not Anne.

She sweetly flipped him off and took the elevator up to her car without a word. She shared the elevator with a bum who had passed out, snoring in a puddle of urine. A flood of vomit stained the front his t-shirt. Anne wasn’t all that sure that either the pee or the barf was his. Probably, but you never know. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, stared up at the floor numbers and ignored him, feeling guilty.

The smell followed her out of the elevator. When she got in her car, Anne opened all the windows as far as they’d go, turned the heater to fan and cranked it up high. She sat for a minute, then drove halfway home in the freezing cold before rolling the windows up. She could still smell the bum. Anne lifted her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her coat.

"Oh! Pee-heeuw! She made a face. "Gotta do my dry-cleaning." She rubbed her nose. The smell had absorbed into her clothes. "First thing Monday morning."

At home, Anne turned into the driveway she shared with her neighbors, the Laddingtons. The driveway split at the back of their houses and led to separate detached garages. A white van was parked in their side of the driveway, quiet.

Huh. That’s new.

She eased her car past the back corner of the van. It was a tight squeeze, and she tried to be extra careful not to scrape her side mirror. The security flood light mounted on the side of her house flared on, bathing her car in a bright yellow light. Anne used the light to find her remote and opened her garage door. She stuck the remote back in her console and drove into the garage, letting the door close automatically behind her.

Anne turned off the ignition, grabbed her keys, her briefcase and her bouquet, and let herself out of the garage through the side door. Across the driveway, the Laddingtons house was dark and empty, except for one light on in their living room.

Where did they go for Christmas this year?

Anne tried to remember as she unlocked her back door and let herself in. The Laddington’s had asked her to watch the house and feed their cats while they were gone, like always.

Was it

Anne flicked on the lights and stepped into her kitchen.

She carefully set the flowers down and dropped her briefcase on the counter. , she reminded herself to remind herself, and then immediately shrugged out of her coat, letting it drop in a pool on the floor. She sniffed her suit jacket and her blouse and squinched her nose at the sour smell that clung to her. She kicked off her shoes, and the rest of her outfit followed. Anne stood in her kitchen naked, shivering and wondering what to do next.

Gotta get these in some water

Dinner or shower? Hmm. Shower or Dinner?

Anne’s stomach growled, but the shower won out. No way could she eat if she still smelled like pee and puke. She turned the water in the shower on to hot and let it run, then she sat on the toilet and farted.

Anne giggled. Maybe that’s why you can’t get stay in a relationship, honey. You fart too much.

She wiped and flushed, then waited a second for the blast of cold water to pass through the pipes before she stepped into the shower. She turned the water as hot as it would go and let it blast down on her neck and shoulders, easing her cramped muscles.

Anne slowly relaxed and bathed, soaping and washing her hair twice. She even washed behind her ears.

For you mom

Anne rinsed and turned the water off, pulled a fresh, soft towel from the rack and patted herself dry, then wrapped her hair up in the towel. Her stomach growled again as she was brushing her teeth. She patted her belly and spit, talking to herself in the mirror.

"Right. Hold your horses."

She found her nightgown right on the bed where she’d left it. The bed was still empty. And now the sheets were cold, too.

She found that depressing.

Anne realized that she was upset. The flowers had been such a nice surprise that she hadn’t realized that she’d neither seen or spoken with Sharon all day long.

Dammit, she never called me back

At least she’d heard Sharon’s voice when she called to leave the message inviting her to dinner. She figured the flowers had been a sort of peace offering, Sharon’s way of apologizing after their last blowup. Annie was hoping she could return the sentiment.

Oh, Sharon. I’m so sorry. Please call.

Deep in her heart, Anne was sure that Sharon had turned to Michelle for comfort. She knew it instinctively; she felt the energy between them every day at the office.

It was killing her.

***

Hector unlocked the door to his dark apartment and pushed it open. He had spent the entire night washing the wall-to-wall carpeting in Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird’s office, and he was weary and ready for sleep. He kicked a small pile of mail that had been dropped through the mail slot, scattering bills and other junk across the threadbare carpet.

One package caught his eye, and his heart began hammering around in his chest. Hectors breath quickened, and he picked the package up. He ignored the rest of the mail. If this package was what he hoped, soon the bills and the squalor he lived in would no longer matter. Hector tossed his coat onto a chair and sat down at his table.

He was ready to finish this ugly business so he could finally return home. Hector missed his family, his real life; he hated this place, everything about it, and having to work like a slave.

Arturo.

His brother’s name echoed in his head like a litany. Hector had made a promise before he died, and he would not forsake his word.

Arturo

Hector picked up the little photo from the counter. The pain of his brother’s death was still fresh; like an old wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. It had been almost three years since his brother’s murder.

Three years since he had come to America to punish Sharon Chapman and Ann Laird.

***

Michelle asserted herself immediately after Sharon and Anne had hired her on as a partner. Months ago, Michelle had urged Sharon to accept a new abuse case. Anne was sure Michelle only wanted to take on the client only because they were wealthy. It would be great for the firm, and it looked extremely profitable, she said.

For the firm

Anne poured herself a glass of wine. To help herself relax. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Yeah. Sure. And if you believe that, I’ve got this bridge…

Anne had disagreed with the choice from the start. It was one of the very few times in their professional relationship that she and Sharon had been at odds with each other. Privately, they argued about it constantly, until finally, Sharon had stormed out of the house for good. Anne thought she’d moved back into her old place. Turned out that wasn’t the case. Michelle drove her to work the next day.

Things hadn’t been right between them since.

Sharon avoided Anne for months, playing tennis in the morning and scheduling her appointments early when Anne was in the office, then coming in to work during the afternoons when she knew Anne was in court. In the end, Anne had given in, but Sharon had already taken the client on.

Anne ground her teeth. Michelle. I think I hate her.

"Oh well." Anne brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. "There’s nothing that a nice glass of wine and a big bowl of ice cream won’t fix."

Anne unwound the towel from her damp hair and laid it over the back of the chair at her dressing table, and began to brush out her hair. She was just slipping on the nightgown when her doorbell rang.

"Who the hell could that be?"

She glanced at her alarm clock. Eight-thirty. Not too late. Maybe Sharon had left the office and snuck over with some pizza. Anne thought that sounded divine. They could split the rest of the wine and share the ice cream.

The doorbell rang again.

"Coming!" She shouted, excited now. "I’ll be right there!"

Visions of warm, cheesy pizza and gooey, melted chocolate dripping over vanilla bean ice cream filled her head. Anne was so thrilled, so sure it was Sharon that she didn’t bother to check the peephole in her door; she just threw the door open, leaned out, and then blinked in surprise at the man standing on her porch.

"Oh! What…what are you doing here?

A sharp gust of wind blew the hem of her light silk nightgown, making it billow up around her thighs. Her nipples puckered and poked out from under the thin material.

The man leered at her.

"Y’know, you should really lock your back door when you come in. It ain’t safe not to. Smile for the camera, bitch."

He was holding a video camera and pointing it right at her. Anne realized that he was filming her, standing in her doorway dressed only in her nightgown, and she blushed.

She shook her head a little, trying to shake off the cobwebs from the wine.

"What…?"

He laughed at her, and then an arm circled her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth with an iron grip. Anne tried to scream, and a sickly-sweet chemical smell filled her nostrils.

I didn’t lock the back door

Anne started to struggle, flailing her arms and legs wildly, but the man holding her simply tightened his grip and pulled her back into the dark living room. The man on the porch grinned and followed them inside, quietly shutting the door.

"Shit. That was easy."

"Yeah."

Anne was dizzy, disoriented from the chemicals soaked into the rag. The man behind her dropped her, retching, onto the floor, and Anne wondered if they were going to rape her.

"Please…l-leave me a-alone…"

They both laughed.

The men her gagged her, stuffing the pair of dirty panties that she’d taken off earlier in the kitchen roughly into her mouth, and wound the leg of her nylons around her head, tying the feet together tightly behind the nape of her neck. They used some heavy plastic zip-ties to bind her hands behind her back. Then they lifted her as easily as if she were a child, and carried her through the house and out the back door to the van.

"C’mon. Hurry up."

The security light didn’t go on this time; the men’s shoes crunched through broken glass as they carried Anne outside, still kicking.

"Damn. She’s a feisty bitch."

"Fuck it. Hit her ‘till she stops."

They slapped her, knocking her face back and forth, until sparks of light went off behind her eyes. Anne groaned into the gag, and stopped kicking. Blood seeped from her nose and dripped down the front of her nightgown.

"Shit." The man with the camera shook his hand. "That hurt."

"Pussy."

"Fuck you."

Anne was picked up again, and they carried her quickly down the driveway. The van’s side door rolled open and the engine started as soon as Anne was dropped inside.

"Here go, kids. Enjoy."

Several more men were waiting in the van. They wore ski masks, and masks made out of nylon stockings. The man with the video camera jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. The men surrounded Anne. One of them held a syringe up and gave the plunger an ominous squeeze, sending a squirt of pale liquid out of the needle.

Anne’s bloodshot eyes went wide with panic.

The men smiled behind their masks and pinned her to the floor of the vehicle. The needle was plunged deep in her arm.

The gag muffled Anne’s screams.

The large man plopped into the front with the driver, making the van lurch with his weight. Together, they turned to watch the struggle through a peephole cut into the cab.

In the back, the men held Anne down until she stopped screaming and jerking, then they unwound the pantyhose and removed the gag from her mouth.

"Here it comes."

The driver nodded at the observation.

Anne vomited, retched again, then passed out. She was dragged to the front of the van where an old blanket was draped over her limp body.

"Gotta love the first time somebody tries smack."

"Mmn."

The large man wrinkled his nose with distaste, then turned to the driver and lit a cigar. "Almost finished now. Just one more, and then we can have some fun before we get paid."

In answer, the driver just smiled and started the van.

***

Hope.

The real American Dream.

It’s what this country was founded on. A simple word, yet it means so much.

Liberty.

Justice.

For all. Not just the few.

Generations of immigrants have braved countless hardships to travel to these shores. Searching for something so simple.

A new life.

A new beginning.

***

Seated at his table and lost in bitter memories, Hector wept quietly for his brother.

Arturo

Hector had always been content with his life. He wanted for nothing: drugs, women, money; his needs were simple, and the political and military corruption in his country provided everything he ever wanted. When he came of age, Hector immersed himself in the violent life and took those things he wanted by force.

But not Arturo.

He hated the drugs and the rape, the killing and the corruption; what he called the murder of his soul. Arturo spent his nights dreaming of America and his days speaking of little else. The stories that were told of the Promised Land lured him like a sirens call.

When he turned seventeen, Arturo decided to chase his dreams. Hector could have sent him to America in comfort, like a prince. But Arturo wanted more, he needed to understand. He had to experience the hardship, the struggle of his people.

So he left his home and his family and began the long, dangerous trek across the border. Many strong men die attempting that voyage, even now in this day and age, or are caught and sent home, disgraced.

Somehow, after long weeks, Arturo made it.

He sent a constant stream of letters home, telling Hector and their family of America, the land of the free. He wrote that he had found a job working as a dishwasher in a small restaurant and a place to live. And he confided in Hector that he’d met a woman. Arturo’s English was very poor and at first, he struggled. But a waitress at the restaurant helped him. They fell in love, and a few months later, they had a baby girl.

They named the baby Emma.

Arturo said they were happy. For a while.

Months passed, and one day Arturo came home from work early. He’d been promoted to a line cook at the restaurant and the owners had given him a pay raise. He wanted to celebrate, and on his walk home he’d stopped and bought Isabella flowers. Arturo was whistling when he opened his door.

His life ended when he stepped inside.

Emma was lying naked on the floor of their little apartment, screaming, covered in her piss and feces, an empty bottle beside her on the floor. Isabelle was on her knees, kneeling against the couch; with a greasy, tattooed man fucking her from behind, like a she was a dog in heat.

They ignored Emma and her cries.

Isabelle’s eyes were vacant and unseeing. A used syringe was broken on the floor. A clear plastic pipe had fallen from Isabelle’s nerveless fingers, and lay on the floor next to Emma, still hot and smoking. Emma had tried to reach her bottle, but found the pipe instead, and red, puss-filled blisters had burst out on her poor, tiny fingers.

Arturo had seen crack before, both at home, when he and Hector were homeless children living in the street, and in the flop houses where he had slept when he first came to America. He knew the evils of the drug. He knew Isabelle was an addict. She told him after they met, when they began dating.

Arturo didn’t care. He loved her anyway. But when they learned that Isabelle was pregnant, Arturo asked her to stop. He begged her.

And she promised.

So when Arturo opened his door and found his wife and child, he flew into a mindless rage. He beat the man until he ran from the house, naked and bleeding. And then he turned his rage on Isabelle. He hit and kicked her until she cowered in a corner, then he took Emma, and he left, swearing to Isabelle that she would never see them again.

That was his mistake. He never should have left.

Neighbors called the police about a domestic disturbance. The police came and interviewed Isabelle a day later. She concocted her story, and the police decided Arturo had kidnapped his daughter, and was in danger of fleeing the country. On their advice, Isabelle hired the law firm of Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird to represent her in a custody suit. Chapman and Laird, the police told her, had established a reputation of taking on these types of domestic cases; incidents where a wife or a child had been abused or raped.

And Isabelle told more lies.

The police picked up Arturo and Emma at the restaurant, when he went in to pick up his paycheck. Arturo was arrested without a fight, processed and sent to jail to await trial.

Emma was taken into protective custody.

In court, Sharon Chapman convinced the judge and jury that Arturo had forced Isabelle to take drugs and prostitute herself, and who often raped his own child. She wove stories, describing to the court in grisly detail the atrocities that he had perpetrated on his family.

Again and again during the trial, Chapman directed the jury’s attention to Arturo, enforcing their suspicion that he was the monster she described. When she was called as a witness, under oath, Isabelle claimed that when he kidnapped Emma, Arturo intended on selling the baby for money, or God only knew what else.

They called him evil.

Arturo had no money. He barely spoke English. No real lawyer would represent him, and the women lawyers that represented Isabelle were very persuasive with their lies.

He had no chance.

A judge convicted him of all the heinous crimes he had been accused of, and sentenced him to more than twenty years in prison. And they made sure that he would never see his daughter again. Isabelle smiled as Arturo was led from the courtroom, and she celebrated, hugging her lawyers. Sharon Chapman herself handed Emma back into Isabelle’s needle-pricked arms.

Her wicked smile was the last thing Arturo saw before he was taken away.

In prison, Arturo wrote to Hector. He claimed that Isabella had been his one, true love, and his love had blinded him while she cut out his heart.

Isabelle had stolen everything; his daughter, his self-respect and pride. His honor.

Less than a month later, Arturo learned that both Isabelle and Emma had died in a fire. The fire had started in a drug house. The house was owned by the man Arturo had caught fucking his Isabelle, and beaten. The inhabitants had been too stoned to escape.

That day, Arturo lost what little was left of his soul.

The other inmates understood none of this. In prison, child molesters are reviled by the rest of the populace. Arturo was hurt badly, day after day, by men who had raped and killed. The irony was not lost on him, that Isabelle was still torturing him, even from beyond the grave. He tried to tell the truth of what had happened to anyone who he hoped would listen. He tried to fight back. It only made his life worse.

Arturo began to despair. He again wrote to Hector, begging him to come to America. Hector swore to his brother that he would help, that he would come and make the people who did this pay.

The next day, another inmate killed Arturo in his cell, stabbing him in the chest, over and over, with a homemade knife. The guards found Arturo much later, lying on the floor of his cell in a pool of blood. They called for a medic and watched him bleed.

No one would say who actually killed him.

***

It took Hector some time to arrange travel to the United States. When he finally arrived, he went directly to the prison to claim Arturo’s body. When he saw his brother’s corpse, Hector closed off his heart to the pain, until it was like a live thing trapped inside him, eating at him. He bottled up the rage. It would have to wait.

He wasn’t sure what he should do next. In his country, to resolve this matter would be simple. Hector would simply have had the people responsible for his brother’s death brought to him, then tortured and killed. But he couldn’t do that here. As powerful as he was at home, he had few friends here. He had to wait for an opportunity, to develop a plan.

So he claimed his brothers few possessions from the authorities, and he moved into the same small apartment where Arturo had lived with Isabelle and Emma. He had Arturo’s body returned home, away from this awful place. Just a few days later, Arturo’s attorney, a court-appointed lawyer, contacted Hector.

Hector went to meet him, and he was given a sealed manila envelope. When Hector asked what it was, the attorney just shrugged.

"Dunno. Open it and see."

Hector returned to the tiny apartment and opened the envelope. By the time he finished reading, he was smiling.

Before he died, Arturo had found a way to get his revenge.

***

Arturo didn’t want Susan Chapman or Anne Laird dead. That would have been a simple thing; Hector had killed before, men and women; it was the same to him. Easy.

No, Arturo wanted the lawyers, and anyone who had worked for them punished. He wanted them to be humiliated and ruined, raped and beaten, their lives destroyed, just as his had been. Somehow while he was in prison, Arturo had learned of the Fantasies, Inc. people, and their capabilities. It seemed that they would and could do almost anything. For a price.

Arturo laid his plans carefully. It would be expensive, he knew, and he did not have access to the funds he would need. But he found a way it might work.

First, somehow Hector had to get close to the lawyers, get them to trust him. So he swallowed his pride and gone to work for them as a janitor.

A fucking, piece of shit janitor

He’d worked his ass off for them, biding his time and learning where they lived, their habits, their secrets. He learned where they each kept their money, and where the accounts for the firm where. He worked and watched, and slowly and surely they began to confide in him. When he though he’d learned enough, he sent Arturo’s plan to the Fantasy website, and waited.

Nothing happened. Hector began to think he’d been scammed. But he held onto a small hope that he would not let go. Not until that arrogant bitch had been properly punished.

Hector hated slaving for the lawyer cunt and her partner. Hated them for what they had done to his brother and his family. His own honor had been disgraced, working like a common pig for the bitch. So, every day for the past six months he had come home from work and checked his email account, and every day he had been disappointed.

But now…

Hector turned the padded envelope over in his hands. His name and his address were neatly printed in the middle of the package. There was nothing else to find. No label or return address; nothing. He took a small pocket knife from his trousers and slit open the sealed flap. He shook the contents out onto the table.

He peeked inside the envelope to make sure it was empty, and tossed it away. On the table in front of him was a stack of silver computer disks and a plain envelope with the Fantasies, Inc. logo printed in gold in the middle. Each disk was sealed in a plastic case, and labeled with a woman’s first name, two disks each.

He picked up the envelope and tore it open.

Hello.

At your earliest convenience please check your email for a complete set of instructions, as well as a link to your new, personal web site to monitor the progress of your fantasy. You have our absolute assurance that your website is totally private and completely secure.

You may be contacted with further updates. Please find included with this notification a bonus set of disks; our free gift to you.

We hope you enjoy your special gift.

Sincerely,

Fantasies, Inc.

Hector read the note, and a second later he was on the internet, checking his email. He brought up his account, half expecting not to find anything.

But there it was. Just one message, but that was enough to send a current of excitement through his body. He clicked with the mouse and read his message, a short version of the note from the envelope, with a link attached. He clicked on the link, and waited.

The page loaded quickly. On the main page, another link in a fancy script read: Welcome to your fantasy. Underneath that, in smaller type, was a flashing: Click here.

Hector clicked.

The next page was divided and boxed into quarters; each box contained a separate link, the first name of a woman; the same first names were printed on each of the disks that were included in the package.

Hector knew those names. He briefly wondered why there were four. There was a message at the top of the page.

All flashing links are live feeds, filmed in real time. You can choose to save your favorite video feeds in your free, additional website space for later viewing. You can also edit your saved files using the software provided online, then download and save the files on your hard drive or other media for your continued enjoyment. Make your own movies, screen savers, and more!

Three of the links were flashing, with a steady red pulse.

Debbie. Michelle. Anne.

Hector chose a name at random, pointed the mouse, clicked, and the page changed again. He stared at his screen. Dozens of new links, divided and grouped under headings.

At home, In the car, At the office, Saved files, etc.

The At home link was flashing. Hector clicked.

Bathroom

And suddenly, live and in color, with sound that was clear as a bell, Hector was watching Debbie Jones, taking her morning shower. He watched as she lathered shampoo through her bleached-blonde hair, and listened to her hum quietly, as soapy, steaming hot water ran over her huge breasts, down her back and her belly, past her mound and down her legs.

Hector gasped in pleasure. He felt an erection trying to burst from his trousers. In his excitement, he knocked over his chair when he stood and dropped his pants.

He straightened the chair and sat back down with his pants bunched in a puddle around his ankles and his cock throbbing in his hand.

He jacked off while Debbie finished her shower and dried off. He watched her pat her pale skin dry with a fluffy white towel, then wrapped it in her hair, like a turban. She brushed her teeth and left the bathroom.

On his screen, a message popped up.

Camera auto-follow between rooms? Yes/No?He clicked on yes.

The camera view switched to a bedroom. Debbie had taken the towel off and tossed it on her bed, and was pulling on a tiny pair of lacy black panties. She had her back turned towards the camera, giving Hector a nice view of her plump ass. His dick throbbed, and then another message popped up.

Did you know? You can use your mouse to scroll between camera angles. Give it a try. Click the edge of the window to view a new frame.

Hector clicked the top of the screen, and suddenly Debbie’s tits filled the entire monitor, large as life, like he could just reach out and grab them.

Click and hold the right mouse button, then move the mouse to adjust and focus between different camera angles

He clicked and rolled the mouse back towards the edge of the table, until he could see Debbie’s whole room again.

There.

He laughed when she lost her balance and fell on her ass. Debbie swore. She’d fallen with her legs up in the air and the panties dangling around one of her knees. Hector used the mouse to zoom in again, giving him a nice look at her snatch. Bushy.

Debbie grunted and struggled to her feet. He watched, spellbound, as she dressed for work, slipping on a bra and nylon stockings, then a nice skirt and blouse. The camera went black when she left the house, then switched to a shot of Debbie walking to her car. She unlocked the car, and another message popped up.

Continue filming? Yes/No

NO.

His cock was bored now. Time to try someone else. Hector backed out. The link he wanted was still dead, so instead he chose Michelle.

Bathroom

The screen refreshed. Hectors’ eyes popped open, and his cock perked right back up. Michelle, shot from above and behind, was leaning over her bathroom counter with her ass up in the air, putting on lipstick. Her jet-black hair was still wet from the shower, black and glistening with moisture. She was dressed in a lacy satin bra and a pair of matching panties.

Talking a mile a minute, another, older woman entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Hector used the mouse to zoom in on her face.

Sharon

Hector jacked off as she bathed, and slumped back in his chair when he blew his load onto the linoleum. Sharon finished with her shower. Michelle dressed for work in a blue suit and a white silk blouse. She clipped on a pair of pearl earrings, smiled, and pressed her body tightly against Sharon’s.

A look of euphoria stole over Sharon’s face. She shut her eyes and smiled as Michelle lightly cupped her breasts and kissed the nape of her neck. She ran her hand through Michelle’s hair, and they clung to each other, swaying gently. Then Sharon turned and the women embraced, two lovers, kissing passionately.

His penis twitched again, and rose back to attention. I did not realize. But this is…this is very fine.

Hector spent the rest of the morning at his computer, happily exploring the feeds that had been collected over the past couple weeks and the disks that had been included with his package.

***

Lost in her drug-induced euphoria, Sharon had no idea how long they raped her. She barely remembered any of it after the drugs took effect, except that at some point her body betrayed her and she began responding to the sex. She remembered hearing a grunt of surprise from one of the men while he fucked her. She’d suddenly wrapped her legs around his back and started bucking uncontrollably underneath him and she came with a loud cry, sending a torrent of warm fluid squirting over his thighs. He backhanded her face and called her a horny cunt, then went back to fucking her.

Everything else was bits and pieces.

Once, she recognized Annie’s face, tight with pain, shoved against a muscular belly. She was stripped naked and gagging, with ropes of spit and vomit dangling from her chin, her cheeks and slim neck bulging from the thick cock that was slamming in and out of her mouth. Sharon noticed other, fuzzy shapes and voices, the wet, slurping sound of sex, men grunting and women gasping with pain and crying from shame. The sounds all seemed muffled and distorted, as if they were far away.

The men liked to fuck her two or three at a time. One man would fuck her and pull out, and then another would immediately take his place. The Mountain was the worst. He liked to rip into her ass with his enormous cock, fuck her, and then make her swallow him until he came, shooting his load while he was buried deep in her throat.

Sharon thought the ordeal would be over relatively quickly, but it seemed like it went on for hours. She realized there was no natural way the rapists could be that potent. The men must have taken some kind of drug not long before.

The van drove slowly, rarely slowing, and the motion of the vehicle was almost comforting. Every once in a while, Sharon felt them ease to a stop, probably for lights, and she even thought that she heard a police siren once, right next to them. She tried to scream then, but the men around her just laughed and a cock was pushed into her mouth. At some point the drugs they gave her began to wear off, and she felt the pain of her torn, battered body: the sharp pain running up her jaw and down her neck, her bruised breasts, the torn flesh of her rectum and vagina, the bites on her nipples and neck and shoulders. The men had taken her jewelry, but they never bothered to remove her clothes; now the material just hung from her in torn scraps.

Eventually the van slowed and came to a stop. Sharon was thrown onto her belly on the floor, facing the van door, and her arms were locked behind her back. Annie was beside her, staring vacantly into space. Next to her, Debbie was kneeling on all fours, still being fucked by two men. They came quickly and shoved her to the floor, handcuffing her while cum still glistened on their cocks.

Sharon glanced around, her drugged mind beginning to work again. Debbie. Annie. Someone was missing.

Michelle,

she thought. She’s not here. They didn’t get Michelle.

A tinge of hope ran through her as the men dressed. Then the Mountain pulled a cell phone from his coat.

"We’re ready."

The door to the van was unlocked and thrown open. The wind rushed inside, covering the three women with a light blanket of freezing snow and ice. Sharon shivered miserably.

"Here you go, buddy. They’re all yours."

The Mountain and the other men stepped over the women and jumped out of the van. Sharon looked up and gasped in surprise.

Hector stood in the doorway, his face twisted into a mask of hate and lust. His black eyes bored into Sharon’s, and she shivered again, but not from the cold.

The Mountain clapped him on the shoulder, and handed him two small video tapes. "These are on us, m’man, made last night and on the ride. They’ll be available on the net in an hour or two, soon as we get ‘em edited."

Hector nodded, his face changing into a demonic grin as he pocketed the tapes. Sharon looked past the men, trying to see a landmark, figure out were they were. All she could see were a few trees, barely visible behind a wall of white.

"The van’s all gassed up. You got a stash under the front seat, enough heroin to keep the two of ‘em nice and quiet ‘till you get past the border. There’s a map folded in the glove box. Follow the directions and take the marked route down through California. Be at the border at exactly eight o’clock in the morning two days from now. You need to be there on Christmas day. Our man will be there, waiting with a plane. He’ll get you to where you’re going without any problems. You’re on your own after that. Got it?"

Hector nodded. "I understand."

Sharon gasped again. Hector grinned at her. His accent had disappeared. He even seemed larger, taller; a commanding figure instead of the meek little custodian she knew. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw Debbie staring at him too. Annie was still blank; the whites of her eyes showing and blood still oozing from her mashed nose. She seemed catatonic.

The Mountain nodded.

"Right. Now, ‘bout the cash."

Hector finally took his eyes off Sharon. "I thought you figured out how to get it?"

Another voice came from outside, away from Sharon’s point of view; soft, quiet and definitely female.

"We did."

Hector backed up a half-step, and almost bowed. The Mountain smiled, and said, "Hey, love."

Michelle peeked into the van and grinned merrily. She was snuggled into Sharon’s nice, warm cashmere coat. She smiled down at Sharon.

"Sharon! Look at you! You look so cute, tied up like that. Makes me want to eat you up, but..." She slowly licked her ruby lips, then nodded at Hector. "You don’t belong to me anymore."

Hector grinned. Michelle tossed him a set of keys.

"Oh, well. You know what they say. ‘Better to have loved and lost’ and all that garbage. Anyway, Hector, those are for you. Keys to their handcuffs and the van, too. I’ve been driving this big fucking thing around all night, and now it’s all yours."

Hector made the keys disappear into the same pocket as the video tapes.

Michelle wrapped her slim arms around the Mountain. "And pretty soon, I’ll be able to finish work and get back to my sweetie-pie." She looked up and drank in the dark eyes behind the mask. She eased the edge of the mask up past his lips, and they kissed passionately. "Baby, you’re so sweet. I love the coat."

"Thought you might."

The Mountain grinned and they kissed again. Sharon grunted angrily. Michelle finally turned back to the van.

"Well, well. Look at you, all wrapped up like presents under the tree. Merry Christmas, Hector. From all of us at Fantasies, Inc."

"Thank you."

"You like our work?"

"Yes. It was perfect. My brother’s spirit will be able to rest soon. And I…" The look he gave Sharon turned her blood to ice. "I will find my own pleasure." He turned back to the Mountain. "But I do not understand about the money?"

Michelle stepped closer to Sharon and stroked her hair. Sharon jerked her head away, and Michelle slapped her, smacking her face into the floorboard. She grabbed a knot of Sharon’s hair and twisted it in her fist.

"Now, now, now. Is that any way to behave? Hmmn?"

She jerked Sharon’s head back and stuck a finger into her mouth. Her long, painted fingernails dug into the soft roof of Sharon’s mouth as she worked the metal ring free.

"Well, Hector, you see, they couldn’t have done this the easy way. Oh, no. Even after everything I’ve done for the firm, all the money I’ve made for these lovely ladies, none of these cunts ever really trusted me with the passwords for the bank accounts. So…"

She pulled the ring out of Sharon’s mouth and tossed it in the air. The Mountain caught it with a grin. The ring disappeared into a pocket and, once again, the Mountain pulled out his cell phone. Sharon had thought having the ring out of her mouth would be a relief, but she sucked at the cold air, fighting the sudden urge to vomit and the sharp pain running down her jaw.

Hector looked confused. "What?"

"So tonight Sharon’s going to finally tell me what they are." Michelle opened the coat. She was naked underneath, her nipples hard from the cold. She pulled a gleaming blue pistol from an inside pocket and pointed it at Sharon’s head. "Aren’t you, baby?"

"You f-f-fucking b-b-bitch!"

Michelle feigned shocked. "Now, now. No need to get crude, sweet."

"I’m not telling you anything!" Sharon croaked.

"Oh, I think you will."

Michelle cocked back the slide and pressed the barrel of the gun to Sharon’s temple. Sharon lost control of her bladder; warm piss soaked the filthy carpet under her hips.

"Oh, God, please…"

Hector panicked and lunged at Michelle. "No! No! I’m not done with her! I…"

The Mountain caught him easily, and held him still. Michelle smiled gently.

"Sweet, sweet Sharon. He needs you. We can’t call this job finished if I kill you. That’s bad for my reputation. And my employers - my real employers, that is, well, they absolutely hate when a project doesn’t end on a positive note. Gotta keep the customers satisfied, you know what I’m saying? I think you do. And besides all that, we don’t get paid. So I guess I can’t shoot you, now can I?"

Sharon shivered uncontrollably. "Y-you’re in-in-insane."

Michelle dragged the gun hard across Sharon’s face, cutting a furrow along her cheeks. Sharon felt warm blood seep from the cuts as Michelle pointed the gun at Anne’s head. She looked over at Hector, who was staring at her, wide-eyed. Sharon thought he looked as panicked as she felt. Anne never blinked, her eyes still blank, unfocused.

"Hector?" Michelle inclined her head. "What about Anne? You need her too?"

Hector gulped, and nodded frantically. "Yes! Yes! Both of them! Both of those bitches killed my brother! You know I want them both alive!"

"Shit. That’s true. It was all there in your submission, wasn’t it? Very interesting story, by the way. So sad."

Michelle shook her head, feeling the pain. Then:

"Well, anyway. Okay. If you insist, I won’t shoot her. But I don’t think it would be much of a loss, personally."

Michelle made a snorting noise and looked down at Anne.

"Just a pretty face. Awful attorney. Hell, after we accepted this assignment, I barely studied for two weeks before I took the bar exams, and I’m a better lawyer than this twat is, even after what - twenty years?" She snorted again. "I think the old boys just tolerated her to get a piece of her pretty ass once in a while."

Michelle flipped her hair back over her shoulder, and grinned at Sharon.

"You know, she wasn’t even a good fuck. Nice for a quickie, I guess, but boring as all hell. She didn’t even like being tied up. No wonder you got tired of her."

Sharon squirmed, furious. "W-what?"

"Oh, didn’t you know?" Michelle pinched one of Anne’s nipples. "I seduced her just a few weeks ago. She came to my house one night, trying to win you back. I think you were out of town on work. I can’t really remember." Michelle looked off into the snow, remembering. She was jerking on Anne’s tit and letting it fall, then doing it over and over. "She was so drunk. I think she wanted to kill me, actually."

"Leave her alone!"

"If you insist."

Michelle stepped to the end of the door. She grinned at the terrified Debbie, and looked back at Hector.

"We’ve got one more option."

Hector stopped struggling. "Her?"

"Yep."

Hector thought about it for a moment.

"I don’t need her."

Michelle smiled. "Good."

Debbie tried to scream, but it was cut short. Michelle grabbed the pearl necklace still hanging between Debbie’s breasts, and gave it a vicious twist. Debbie’s eyes popped open. She choked and kicked as her air was cut off. Two of the masked men wrestled her out of the van, dumping her roughly onto the frozen ground. They pulled Debbie up into a kneeling position and held her in place as Michelle moved quickly behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed the gun against the back of her head.

The Mountain dialed a number on his cell phone. A second later he grunted and nodded at Michelle.

"Well, baby?"

Michelle smiled happily at Sharon.

"Would you like to tell me now? I want the passwords for both the corporate accounts, and for all of your personal accounts. I know you know them."

Her voice turned cold.

"Don’t fuck with me, baby, or you’ve got a dead, fat-ass cunt lying here for the police to find, and a coat that belongs to you covered in her blood. We’ll wipe the gun down and put it in your hand. Just for a second. When the police find the murder weapon hidden away, with your fingerprints on it, and then the coat…"

She shrugged.

"Well. I’m sure you’ve put people behind bars with less evidence. And don’t forget, this lovely state has the death penalty."

Michelle looked over at Hector, and smiled.

"A little improv on your scenario, I know. But it works, yes?"

He was completely composed again, and nodded curtly. "Yes."

Sharon finally understood why Michelle was naked under the coat. She could just wash the blood off. No other clothes to dispose of.

"Michelle, please…" She whispered. "Don’t..."

Michelle just smiled and licked her lips. Sharon remembered that face, from the first time she’d seen Michelle in criminal court, going after the jugular of a defending attorney. She only looked that way when she was having fun.

"Ba-bee. We’ve wasted enough time, and my tootsie’s are getting cold. So lets speed this up. I’m going to count to three, and then Fatty here’s dead. One, two…"

Debbie was turning blue. Her entire body was shaking. Sharon didn’t even think twice about telling them the passwords, just blurted out everything she could remember. The Mountain repeated everything into the cell phone, and they waited while Michelle slowly and happily choked Debbie to death.

"Good." The Mountain snapped the cell phone shut. "That’s it. ten-point-six million dollars, transferred to points unknown." He glared at Sharon. "No money, my black ass."

Michelle grinned and turned to Hector.

"Well. It’s been nice working with you, Hector. As a parting gift, you’ll find a bank book in the van with a small balance, thoughtfully contributed to your cause from the now defunct law firm of Chapman and Laird. Enjoy."

She nodded to the Mountain. He pulled two syringes from his pocket, uncapped one, squirted a bit of fluid into the air, found a vein in Anne’s arm and jabbed the needle in. He injected her quickly. Anne’s staring eyes rolled back into her head, exposing the whites. Her body convulsed once and relaxed. Then he turned to Sharon and uncapped the other syringe.

Sharon shook her head and screamed as he twisted her arm. "N-no…!"

She felt a strange warmth flood her arm, and she started to cry. The world around her quickly turned grey. The Mountain slammed the door shut with a clang, and Sharon’s last thought was that Michelle had never let Debbie go.

Then she heard two muffled pops from outside the van, like firecrackers going off, and Michelle’s low, throaty laughter.

Sharon vomited as the heroin hit her nervous system.

She heard a noise, coming closer. A helicopter?

The van’s engine rumbled as it started.

And Sharon’s world went black.

***

Epilogue

A fat, black fly buzzed incessantly around Sharon’s face, waking her from her stupor.

Sharon groaned and tried to swat at the fly, but her arm didn’t seem to want to move. Something clanked, like metal scraping metal, and she glanced around, blinking, groggy and unsure of her surroundings. Her eyes took a moment to focus. She licked dry, cracked lips, wanting to rub away the thick crust that had caked her eyes, and wondered again why her arm wouldn’t move.

She found herself in a large, green tent, handcuffed to the steel frame of a folding cot. Anne was lying naked and unconscious on an identical cot just next to her.

"A-Annie?" She croaked.

Two hard, stone-faced men in faded military fatigues guarded the entrance to the tent. One of them grunted and lifted the tent flap, letting in a brilliant ray of sunlight, and stepped outside. Sharon heard the sound of men and vehicles moving outside, and muted, as if farther away, the sound of animals. Dogs, barking. Other sounds, too, that she didn’t recognize.

"W-who are you? Where are we?"

The guard ignored her and the fly. He simply stared straight ahead, his dark eyes fixed on some point at the back of the tent.

Sharon gave up trying to speak and concentrated on taking stock of her situation. She too was stripped naked. She felt awful, like she’d suffered through a horrible illness. Her body was covered with just-healing bruises and welts, as was Annie’s. Both had their wrists handcuffed to the middle edges of the cots, and their feet were locked as well, in the same fashion.

A sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine when Sharon lifted her head, making the muscles in her belly clench and spasm. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Her body was slick with sweat and crusted with dried vomit; tiny, pin-prick scabs ran along the inside of her bruised forearms. The tent was sweltering hot. Sharon tried to speak again, to ask for a drink of water. It felt like she was swallowing razor blades. The guard didn’t bother to answer or move from his post; he just kept staring straight ahead, and Sharon didn’t have the strength to ask again.

Vague memories plagued her, floating in and out of her mind, just on the edge of her consciousness. Images of a van. Men she did not know. Annie and Debbie. Pain, and more pain. A plane. And over everything, a desperate craving that gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

Sharon let her head rest back on the cot. A tear bubbled over and ran down the side of her cheek, cutting a trail through the dirt and grime smeared on her face.

She remembered everything now. The abduction and the rapes. Michelle, dressed in nothing but Sharon’s coat, holding a gun to the back of Debbie’s head, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world. And a moment later, after Sharon had given her what she wanted, everything she’d asked for, the two gunshots.

Sharon remembered being drugged and afterwards, a long drive, tied and gagged with Anne in the back of the kidnappers van. More drugs each time the van would stop. A final stop, and then a plane ride.

Withdrawal. Knots of nausea and intense pain, eating at her gut.

Sharon shook her head, trying to rid herself of the fear that was paralyzing her as surely as the binds holding her down.

She was still alive. That had to count for something. She and Anne could have been killed too, along with Debbie. But they were alive. And maybe she could somehow keep them that way.

Next to her, Anne began to stir, moaning. Outside the tent, Sharon heard precise, measured footsteps approaching.

Then voices.

One voice Sharon thought she recognized; hard and commanding. The tent flap was pulled back and two men entered, their dusty boots crunching on the soil floor. The flap fell back into place as they stepped inside.

Sharon sniffled and again raised her head, only to send another shock of pain through her skull. Her vision blurred and she choked back a cry, blinking away tears until she could see again.

"Awake. Finally."

Hector stood silently at the foot of her cot, appraising her with a cold glare. He turned to the guards and spoke a few, clipped words that Sharon couldn’t understand.

"Clean them up and let the men have their fun. Bring them to the pit at dusk."

The guards nodded, grinning wolfishly. Sharon remembered seeing that grin from other men, men who had hurt her, and not long ago.

"W-wait, p-please…you can let us go. We won’t tell anyone…"

Hector laughed. A short, loud bark. Then he stepped close and slapped Sharon across the face. He grabbed her, squeezing her bruised cheeks, and he spit in her eye. The spittle mixed with her tears and blurred her vision even more. Then, in English:

"I will not foul myself by taking my pleasure from you. I will leave you to the men, and then to the dogs."

Then he spun on his heel and marched out of the tent.

***

A sharp word was shouted outside the tent and the guards had men fetch several buckets of tepid water.

The water was brought quickly, and the tent began to fill with scarred, brutal-looking men, all of whom were armed and dressed in the same faded combat fatigues. The tent flap remained open, and more men peered in from outside. They laughed and joked, watching expectantly as the guards doused the women, still cuffed tightly to their cots, drenching them from head to foot with murky grey water. They scrubbed Sharon and Anne clean using thick cakes of rough soap and stiff brushes, until their skin was pink and raw. Then they were doused again, and again, until the dripping water made soapy pools of mud under the bedding.

Sharon heard Annie in the next cot, whispering "no no no no", over and over, as one of the men reached between her spread legs and began shoving his hand roughly into her vagina. Annie screamed, but the men just laughed with their comrade as he fingered her, jabbing his hand deep into her soft pussy.

Anne’s body jerked and heaved. The men unlocked Anne’s feet and flipped her over onto her stomach. Two of them spread her legs wide, holding her firmly in place by her ankles. The man who had been fist-fucking Anne unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive, uncircumcised cock. He slapped her ass and climbed up on the cot and wedged himself between Anne’s legs.

Sharon closed her eyes as the men gathered closely around them. A boy who could’ve been no more than fifteen leaned over Sharon and bit her nipple until she cried out. She began to weep silently as her ankles were unlocked, and she tried unsuccessfully to blot out her friend’s muffled screams.

A moment later, someone took care of the problem for her.

***

The rapes seemed to go on forever.

When the sun began to set, the guards pushed away the few remaining men and unlocked Anne and Sharon. They were then dragged out of the tent, naked, bloody and exhausted. Sharon tried to struggle and received a pair of vicious slaps. Anne let the men cuff her hands behind her back without a word. She whimpered when they touched her and kept her eyes fixed on the ground. All the fight seemed to have been drained out of her.

Sharon glanced around as she stumbled from the tent, past the men still milling about. They were being held in a small military camp, stationed in a deep jungle. Their tent was picketed a few yards away from the main camp.

Outside, another pair of armed guards stationed at the entrance to the tent fell into step as they were yanked away towards the outskirts of the camp. The women were led past a convoy of camouflaged jeeps and other vehicles to a small clearing, full of sweaty, drunken men, feasting next to a roaring bonfire. Sharon noticed women among the men, dressed in little more than rags, serving food and drink.

The men groped the women and laughed.

The gathering circled a shallow pit that had been scraped out of the forest floor. Six thick wooden stakes wrapped with supple leather thongs had been driven deep into the packed earth in the center of the pit.

Hector sat under a canopy in a camp chair at the far lip of the pit, flanked by a pair of armed guards. He appeared lost in thought.

Anne and Sharon were led down a slope cut like a tunnel that opened into the pit and forced to kneel by the stakes. Their captors saluted Hector, and the crowd of shouting men grew quiet, until the only sounds were the crackle of the fire, and the loud baying of dogs from somewhere beyond.

Hector acknowledged the salute with a grunt and a nod.

Anne and Sharon were held down, kneeling and spread-eagled, and strapped tightly to the stakes with their arms lashed to the ground straight out in front of them.

"Let them loose."

The men roared their approval. For the first time, Hector smiled. Sharon could hear Anne panting loudly.

She tried to comfort her friend. "Annie…?"

"N-nooo…!"

Anne shook her head frantically, staring at the crest of the slope, her eyes round and panicked. The barking grew louder, the sound suddenly noticeable over the cheers of the drunken men.

Sharon shouted to be heard. "Annie!"

Annie ignored her, and began screaming. Sharon turned to see the large, dark shapes as they appeared at the top of the pit, eyes red and gleaming in the firelight as they bounded swiftly down the incline towards them. Sharon’s mind froze, and for a moment, she truly wished she were dead. The realization of what was about to happen to them was sudden and crushing.

For the first time since her abduction, Sharon felt fear; and complete, total shame over what was to come.

"Oh God." Anne cried, thrashing in her bonds. "No…please…"

And then the dogs were in the pit, snarling and biting. Sharon screamed as the first hound touched her naked flank. And then some thing cold and wet was between her legs, sniffing. She looked up at the cheering men, at the smiling Hector, and shook her head frantically.

"N-no…"

Claws raked Sharon’s buttocks and her back as the first hound scrambled at her flesh with its paws, climbing onto her back. It mounted her quickly from behind, sniffing at her hair, her face, its heavy body smashing her to the ground and knocking the breath from her lungs. The animal drooled on her back and jerked its hips against her, painfully gouging its swollen red member deep into her tender pussy.

Hector, along with his men and their dogs, caroused well into the night.

***

The jungle was dark and quiet when Sharon woke. She heard the sound of running water, felt a warm spattering of moisture on her face. She groaned and opened her eyes. Anne was sprawled in the dirt, still tied, her breathing ragged. Sharon coughed dirt and foul tasting liquid out of her mouth. She hurt everywhere.

Hector finished his piss, shook his cock and stuffed it back in his cargo pants.

"Good morning, Senorita."

Sharon jerked back as a heavy knife was thrust into the ground next to her hands. She found herself staring at a pair of black boots, and looked up. Hector squatted next to her, his hands resting on his knees, his pair of guards at attention behind him.

"F-fuck you." Sharon spat the words.

He smiled benignly and indicated the knife.

"This is for you, as are these."

Hector waved a large, calloused hand and the guards tossed a pair of canteens and two backpacks onto the ground.

"It is time that we are leaving this place, Senorita. I have been away for much too long. My men have waited patiently, and it is time for me to make my presence in my country felt once again."

Hector smoothed his mustache, and continued.

"Do you understand why this happened?"

Sharon glanced at Anne and then glared at him, trembling.

"S-scum."

"Ah. No. You see, you have brought these last few weeks on yourself." He toyed with the hilt of the knife. "You killed my brother, you know?"

"I never hurt anyone."

"That is untrue."

Hector held up a finger, pointing at her. He unbuttoned his shirt pocket and removed the photo of Arturo and his family.

"Do you remember a man named Arturo Fernandez? No? Perhaps a woman called Isabelle, or a child named Emily?"

He brooded over the picture, his eyes smoldering, and then thrust the photo towards Sharon. He waited as recognition lit her eyes.

"You sent my brother to prison."

Sharon shook her head, defiant.

"He…he was scum…"

Hector hit Sharon hard enough that lights danced behind her eyes.

"Arturo was a boy."

He hit her again, knocking her head back and forth.

"A simple, loving boy, who forgave anyone their sins. A boy who wanted nothing more than to live in America, the land of hope and freedom. To live and love his family, yes? A dream he held dear, from when he was young; just a child, with me, living in the streets."

Hector rocked back on his heels, staring.

"He wrote me, you see. He knew Isabelle was hiding something. She had been a drug addict when they met. He tried to help. But that whore…she took Arturo’s dream and crushed it."

Hector jabbed at the picture with a blunt fingertip, his eyes narrowed.

"With your help."

"I didn’t…" Hector raised his hand again, but Sharon kept going. "He molested his child! The evidence… He abused his wife…"

The look Hector gave Sharon froze her blood.

"Lies. The child was molested, yes. But you had no forensic match, yes? None of the DNA? Where was your proof? You had no evidence, only the word of a crack whore. Who paid you and your friends to represent her? Hm? Can you answer that?"

Hector waited for her answer, grinding his teeth. When Sharon just shook her head, he continued.

"She was a simple waitress, yes? Who had no money, no family. Who? Who helped her? Do you know Isabelle and Emily died not a month after your lies sent my brother to prison? Did you bother to interview any of the employees at the restaurant, who all knew she was an addict? Did you?

Sharon continued shaking her head.

"Answer me, woman!"

"No! No…I…we believed her…"

Hector grabbed her face, forced her to look him in the eye.

"The man who paid for your fees is the same man who whored Isabelle and who raped her daughter. The same man who she and Emily were found dead with in flamed out drug house. The sick fuck who deluded you and your foolish partner into thinking that my brother…!"

Spittle foamed at the corners of Hectors mouth. One of the guards gently touched his shoulder. Hector rolled his neck and visibly brought himself back under control.

"I-I didn’t know…" Sharon stuttered. "I didn’t. Isabelle told me…"

"You believed her lies, and because of you, my brother was murdered in an American prison by a criminal who was trying to rape him."

He stared at her numbly, the corner of his lip twitching.

"You foolish woman. Now do you understand? Your casual ignorance is no excuse for what you have done."

Hector stood.

"You and that bitch took everything from him. His daughter. His life. That is the truth. The truth denied him because of your actions. Isabelle and the scum who caused this are beyond my grasp. But you are not. At the end, Arturo wanted you punished for your part in this. He wanted your lives and livelihoods destroyed, and your reputations ruined. That you suffer for your sins. But his last wish was that you understand."

He stepped around Sharon and kicked Anne in the side.

"I would have killed you, yes. But Arturo understood. You were fallible. You are a zealous woman, Sharon Chapman. You believed you were doing the correct thing. The Lord’s work, yes? Helping the poor, the down-trodden. He did not want for you to die."

He spit.

"So, I must see for myself. I work for you. Arturo’s assumption is correct. You are a fool, but a righteous fool."

He shook his head, grinned, and knelt again. When he touched Sharon’s face, he was almost gentle.

"Sharon Chapman. I leave you with a choice. To live, or to die. I leave you and your woman these packs and this knife. Inside the packs are clothes and enough supplies to see a strong, trained man through three, four days in the jungle. The knife is close enough for you to saw through your binds, after a time."

He pointed.

"There is an overgrown dirt road that heads directly north from this camp. If you follow the road, it winds through the hills and leads to a small village, many miles from here. By foot, a man might reach the town, perhaps after approximately eight days travel. Or…" The guards grinned. "You can take your friend and try your luck in the jungle. The knife has a compass. Cut your way through the bush, due north. You could save several days and your supplies would see you through, if you do not get lost. Fair warning: the jungle is dangerous. And even if you find your way through, either way, the people in the town are not fond Americans. They will not want to aid you. They may even kill you."

Hector spit again, for emphasis.

"But if you are resourceful and willing to pay with your, say, womanly treasures, you may find a man in the village with a small prop plane that may be coerced to fly you fairly close to the border. There you will find only more trials. The American authorities are currently searching for two women attorneys, lesbian lovers who embezzled several million dollars from their firm. It is very sensational and dramatic; the story is on all the news stations."

The guards actually chuckled at that; even Hector seemed pleased.

"The Americans believe that the firm’s junior partner was murdered to keep her quiet, and the body hidden. And they speculate that one of the employees, a receptionist named Debbie Jones, had somehow discovered what happening and confronted the pair herself, instead of notifying the police."

Hector bent his fingers into the shape of a pistol and pointed it at Sharon’s temple. Sharon flinched.

"They speculate that the women shot her in cold blood and then bolted from the country."

"Oh, God, Debbie…" Sharon whispered, horrified, remembering the two loud popping sounds outside the van when they were taken. "No…"

"The authorities are also searching for another person of some interest, who may have known what really happened; the company janitor, who seems to have disappeared. They assume that perhaps he was in the country illegally, discovered the body after it had been dumped in the lawyers’ office, and has fled the country. "

Hector stood and smoothed his mustache. He pulled his pistol from its holster and pointed it at Anne’s head.

No. Not again.

"No, no, no! God, please don’t shoot her…"

Hector pulled the trigger. The gun dry-fired. Empty. Anne whimpered, cringing.

"You bastard. You fucking bastard."

Hector laughed.

"It would be a mercy, you know, to kill her?"

He shrugged, appraising the battered women.

"You, Sharon, you are a strong woman. Strong both mentally and physically. You have proven this fact to me these last few weeks."

He kicked at Anne again.

"This one, however, she is not. But…" He shrugged. "She has survived this far. Perhaps she will surprise me. Yes?"

Hector smiled and ejected the magazine into his hand. He loaded two bullets and racked the slide, sending a casing into the chamber, clicked on the safety, bent and set the pistol on the ground, just inches away from Sharon’s numb fingers. He took a thin plastic card from his shirt pocket and tossed it to the ground as well.

"These are for you. The card is for a numbered bank account. The account contains the money that was given me by your original kidnappers. It is enough to hide both of you safely from the authorities for a considerable time. Enough, perhaps, to begin a new life. The man with the plane has been instructed to give you more information if you so choose."

He straightened, knees cracking.

"So, Sharon Chapman. Live or die. Those are your options."

He glanced at the tree tops, sunlight just peeking overhead.

"Be quick. It is cool now; but the sun will rise soon, and the pit is unbearable when the sun is directly overhead. In your condition, you and your woman could easily expire here if you do not escape from your bonds by noon. The jungle is not forgiving. The pistol can provide you a quick end, if that is what you decide. A cleaner way to die than you provided for my brother."

He turned to his men. "We are finished here. Come."

And with that, Hector and his guards turned and strode out of the pit, leaving the women to the rising sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sharon screamed.

.. He grinned and got comfortable. Click.He smiled, enjoying himself. That’s better. .. Click. Shower. Click. Sharon’s name was there, too, a flat, lifeless blue in her section of the screen.

. ., she thought. Sharon hates that I always forget to lock the back door.

. . . . She giggled at herself, sputtering water. Rio? She couldn’t remember. Some good neighbor. . . Must eat food. She giggled. Zombie Annie.

, she sighed. A bit. . Debbie picked herself up off the floor and stumbled to the doorway, trying to button up her blouse and smooth back her hair. She peeked around the corner. "Uh, Hi. I’m back here, Sharon. Just, uh, I’m, umm, making some fresh coffee.".. .

. . Anne stuck the receiver back in its base and rolled out of bed, feeling like a fool. …? Sharon thought wildly. Oh, God. Please, no…

., thought Sharon. She opened her purse and stuffed her hand inside, trying desperately now to find the canister of mace. What is this? Who is this guy? Her fingers found and closed on a slim plastic cylinder. Yes! She thought. Thank you, God. Thank you..., Sharon thought. Now it’s windy too. ., Sharon decided. "Okay, okay. Let’s go get something to eat. Chicken salad sound all right?" She realized. Now I’ve no life for myself. The magical spell from a moment ago was suddenly broken.

Sharon mused. He used to carry his supplies around in a beat up old pickup. .. . I don’t feel that old. ? Sharon wasn’t sure. . , she thought, and glanced at the clock on her desk. ... .

The Debt Rape

the orbiter on Forced Stories

The Debt Rape

The ropes were tight, the gag secure, he could move his head a bit but that was about it as he struggled in the chair. It was fun watching the blonde, surf-bum, failure of a man strain and try to threaten him through his tight gag. His red swim trunks rode up his leg and his white t-shirt stretched across his chest.

"Unemployed, in debt, and leeching off a hot little thing like Charlotte. You owe twenty G’s and believe me we collect one way or the other. This is going to be a little show of what can happen." Marcus punched his victim in the jaw, then grabbed his hair to look him in his infuriated eyes. "She should be home any time now right?" He put the silenced end of his .380 automatic under Billy’s chin. "Shouldn’t

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she?" He nodded.

Not much later the key was heard at the door and in walked Charlotte. She looked beautiful in a pale yellow sweater and blue slacks, her curves perfectly accentuated and every bit the professional legal secretary. The long dark mane cascaded down over her shoulders until it stopped mid way down her back. As soon as she saw Billy bound and gagged in the center of the front room of their San Diego home she screamed and dropped her bag, running to the chair and trying to undo the binds. That’s when Marcus came out from the kitchen and put the gun to her temple.

"Back away, Charlotte. Stand in the center of the room."

"Oh god, please don’t hurt us. What do you want? Money? What?" Charlotte backed up, her hands up, her dark eyes staring at the struggling Billy, still screaming muffled threats. Finally her frightened gaze looked at Marcus. "Please don’t do this....we’ll give you what we have and not say anything...."

"Your husband here owes some money to some people and this is payback." Marcus put the gun to Billy’s crotch.

"No, please don’t hurt him!" Charlotte screamed, fighting back sobs.

"I won’t hurt him if you behave yourself. You see I want him to watch you pay his debt."

"What.....do you......mean?"

"I mean strip off your sweater and pants," Marcus said coldly. "Billy, think she’s wearing panties?" He gave the bound man an elbow to the face.

"Stop! Please!" Charlotte’s hand trembled as she stood there staring at Billy and then at Marcus. "What do you mean he owes some money? To who, what about?"

 

"He can tell you that later. Come on baby, show me you love him by being a good girl."

Marcus could feel his cock hardening inside his khaki pants as he tugged his black polo from his waist band, staring at Charlotte’s indecision. When he snapped back Billy’s little finger to an agonized muted scream, she finally pulled her sweater up and off.

"The pinky isn’t that important to the hand anyway," Marcus laughed.

Charlotte then fiddled slowly with her pants button but finally lowered them as she slipped off her shoes. Now nervously fidgeting and covering up, she stood shaking, looking down. Marcus ordered her to put her hands on her head and she reluctantly complied.

"Yellow lace bra and panties, Billy. I bet you fuck her all the time. Is she good?" Billy looked at Marcus with intense hatred, but Marcus just laughed. Charlotte was crying softly, staring at the floor, quietly pleading for Marcus to leave them alone. "On your knees Charlotte, hands remain on your head." The young, beautiful woman lowered to her knees. "Arch your back a little sweetheart, let me see those tits."

Marcus came up and let his fingers trace the mounds of soft flesh inside the lace cups, 36C he guessed, firm, natural. Charlotte was a gorgeous creature, tanned, toned, just scrumptious. "I could kill Billy, and walk on out, leave you be.... no problem. My people can help me disappear. Should I just do that and save you this trouble?" He pointed the gun at the bound man while he squeezed her left breast.

"NnnooooooOoooooo," Charlotte cried.

"Okay, then........you let go of your head....and pull down my pants, briefs too."

As Charlotte cried, her tears streaking her cheeks with hints of mascara, she undid the buckle and snap, tugging his pants down revealing his hard cock. He stepped to the side and told Charlotte to do the same.

"I want Billy Boy to have a good view. You watch Billy, if I see you looking away, I’ll kill her." Then Marcus looked down at Charlotte and put the barrel of the gun to her mouth, her thick lips trembling with terror. He smiled as he heard his tied up captive trying again to scream and threaten. "You want to suck my gun or my cock? Either of them can cum in your mouth, but one has a little more bang than the other." He let the barrel slip past her lips but Charlotte turned her head away. "Or I can just end this......" he took a step toward Billy and Charlotte screamed again.

"Gun or cock, bitch? Say it."

"C...c....cock," Charlotte whispered.

"Louder!"

"Cock!"

"Tell Billy you wanna suck my cock to pay his debt."

"I’m going to suck....his cock....to..." Charlotte broke down and sobbed, but then straightened up and finished the statement.... "pay your debt." Billy shook his head no, screaming, but Marcus took a handful of hair and slid his cock into his captive’s wife’s warm mouth.

"Don’t even think about biting me or I will give you and Billy a lesson in pain you’ll never forget." Marcus moaned and smiled at Billy as Charlotte moved her face back and forth along his shaft, her eyes pouring out tears, masses of black streaks permeating her face. "She’s a pretty good cocksucker, Billy Boy." To Billy’s wife- " Charlotte dear, slip that bra off while you suck, don’t you let your mouth come off.."

Charlotte winced but did as she was ordered, never stopping her movements as she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide forward and on to the floor. While Marcus watched her service him, he kept glancing at his captive, laughing, and slapping the bulbous tits of the man’s poor wife.

"Moan over my cock, sweetheart, show him you like this." Charlotte sobbed but kept on sucking. "Well I guess I can accept that as a moan." He slapped her tits harder, getting wincing vibrations from her unwilling face. Part of Marcus wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth, brutalizing her, but making Billy watch his wife perform was far better torture for both of them. He could feel his cock stiffen to pre-cum stages and so he pulled her face off by her hair.

"Tell Billy you wanna lick my balls." Charlotte just cried and again pleaded for him to leave them alone. He pressed the gun to her left nipple.

"I...want...to...lick his...balls."

Marcus pulled her face to his sack and felt her lick slightly, but mostly sob into his flesh, his eyes stared at Billy. "See what your wife has to do to save your deadbeat ass? Did we come to you, Billy? Or did you come to us?" He moved Charlotte’s face back and forth before pulling her to her feet with a tight grip of hair and the gun to her throat. "I think it’s time I fucked this whore. You see, this is a debt rape, rather than a date rape. Get it?"

Dragging her to the dining room table, Marcus pushed Charlotte face down and spread her legs, her toes barely on the floor. "Don’t you dare move." He went to his bag and pulled out an elastic band with cuffs. He secured her wrists to each side of the table with the band traveling under, holding her in place.

"Please....please stop.......I will pay you......how much money is it?" Charlotte coughed from her crying, letting her forehead rest on the shiny wood of the table.

"Twenty thousand dollars, Baby," Marcus said as he took out a knife, sliding it along her soft inner thighs. "Hold still my little slut." He sliced her yellow lace panties open and then off.

"Twenty thousand? I don’t understand. We don’t have near that much," she cried, her body struggling against the table.

Marcus gave Billy another punch in the face and then put toothpicks in his eyes to keep him from shutting them. "You will watch me fuck your wife and know that unless we get paid, it will be worse next time." He then moved up behind Charlotte and spanked her ass hard, THWACK!!!!!

"He gambled five thousand and lost and now it has risen to twenty. This is the kind of a man you have, Charlotte." Marcus spanked her ass again, harder...THWACK!!!! He then slid a hand between her legs and stroked her shaven slit. "It’s a little damp, not really wet.....but.....I think I can get my cock inside."

"Don’t! Please! I can pay you in installments."

Marcus grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "This IS an installment. The next time I’ll take you down to the city and let one of the gangs have you for a night. Plenty of them owe us a favor."

As Charlotte screamed, Marcus pushed his cock into her slit, it was tight, fighting, but he rammed it in. Soon he was thrusting himself into her unwilling breach, raping her for Billy to watch. With every stab of his sword, his victim grunted a screaming cry, while Billy had fallen silent, watching helplessly, desolate, as his wife was used and abused.

"My offer to just kill Billy and walk away still stands," Marcus yelled as he grinded his cock into her hole. "Well?"

"Just get this over-with. I will try and get you the money." Charlotte was sniffling, trying to get herself together. Marcus knew she must be a strong woman and therefore needed to broken further.

"You ever butt-fuck her Billy?"

"Noooo Pleeeeease," Charlotte screamed.

"You’re a deadbeat’s whore, Charlotte." Marcus told her, ramming his cock into her slit harder, deeper. "Say it, or you’ll get it in the ass."

"I’m a deadbeat’s....whore...."

 

 

Marcus fucked her mercilessly, ripping into her savaged pussy, spanking her ass with hard hands, THWACK THWACK THWACK, and then twisted her hair tight and turned her face to Billy. "Tell him to his face!"

As Charlotte began to speak, Marcus pulled out and pushed into her tight ass, making her squeal out a high pitched scream. "Tell him now or it will get worse!" He repeatedly shoved his cock into her most private hole.

"I’m a...deadbeat’s......WHORRRRRRE."

Marcus pulled out of her ass and moved up along the side of the table, pulling her face over, her arms stretching with the elastic. He shot his cum all over her mouth and face and shoved her head viciously to the wood.

"Women who pick dumb guys, pay a price," Marcus said. "Unemployed and gambling your money and you allow it. Who is the loser, Billy or you, Charlotte?"

Marcus dressed quickly and packed his bag. He’d already raided Charlotte’s jewelry chest and he’d taken some other valuables in an effort to recoup some of the loss. There was no sense in taking it further, they didn’t have the means to pay.

"I’m leaving you two now." Marcus let Charlotte feel the silencer of his gun inside her slit. "Should I shoot her Billy? I mean would you want her back?" Billy screamed through his gag, the chair leaving the floor and falling to the side.

Charlotte cried and begged for her life. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll try and get your money and I’ll say nothing. Pleeeeease."

"Billy caused this, not me." Marcus slid the silencer from her pussy and kissed the small of her back. "You’re a sexy woman, Charlotte. You just remember that it’s him that caused this turn of fate for you." Marcus moved to the door. "I’m sure someone will be by soon enough." He left the house and soon was driving away.

*****

 

Marcus made a call to the city as he drove down the freeway.

"Yeah?" It was Cedric.

 

"I’m done with them, Cedric. You and your guys can go get them. They don’t have much money, so get rid of Billy. You and the boys can have fun with her for a night, but not too rough, no broken bones. I want her to bring enough to recoup most of our loss."

"You got it, Man!"

If his body is found, or she somehow escapes, believe me you and your gangbangers will be die slowly. Am I quite clear?"

"Chill, man."

"No cummin inside her, you cum ON her, not in her."

"Yeah, yeah."

"In a couple days some friends from the middle east will be in town and they’ll pay some good money for her. She’ll be a good desert whore somewhere and then we can split the dough. Got it?"

"You bet, man. Excellent."

"Call me in a day or two." Marcus clicked the phone shut, then opened it back up....

 

"Hi honey.....yeah...long day......I’m on my way home. How you and the kids get ready and we’ll go out for dinner?"

T

 

DRUNKEN RAPE (pt 1)

marriedslut51 on Forced Stories

Brte and I went to a bar to celebrate his new job. Wewent and got smashed and all night, a man whose name was 'Smokey' kept looking at me. and then began to touch me. He would walk by and slap my ass or grope my boobs. Bret was drunk almost to the point of passing out but he was still mad. "Ay! Ay man keep your fuckin hands off my bitch!" he slurred. Smokey came over and said "What you gonna do, punk? You can't even stand on your own to feet. You wanna fight for who gets to bang this bitch tonight?" I got really mad and said "Hey don'ttouch my husband you druggie." He walked upto me and grabbed me around the neck. "Mighty fine mouth you got there, sweetie. I suggest you keep it shut unless you want it cut off." I got momentarily scared and then sa

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id "Well this mouth of mine's got two words for you: MAKE ME!" he smirked and then, grabbing my neck tighter, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. "My boys and I are gonna have to teach this whore here a lesson." I was carried somewhere outside, and when he put me down, we werejust outside the bar, down a hill and out of sight by anyone in the bar. "Now," said one of his gang "take your clothes off." I shook my head in fear. He slapped me and repeated "TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW." i could do nothing but stare. He lunged at me and ripped my clothes off down to my socks. "No! stop! HELP! BREt! HELP ME!!" but nobody came. Smokeythrew me down on the ground and said "You ever been fucked right bitch?" i shook my head no. He jammed his dick inside me and i shrieked in pain. His cock was at least 10 inches, which i would love if it wasnt as big as a horse cock in width.It was so big that i think my hymen broke once again. "OOH! Omigosh. smokey dont do this to me! ill do whatever you want just not this." tape was then placed over my mouth and all that could be heard from me was grumbling. SMokey rammed inside me again "thatll teach you to keep your mouth shut. ugh. oh yeah bitch." he was clearly enjoying it. I however was not. It hurt so much that i began to cry. I tried to fight smokey off me but ran out of strength. I had given up calling out for bret also. "mmmkky. stppp plzz ttt hrttts." I tried through tears. "Its supposed to hurt baby. you did me wrong now im gonna teach you a lesson." He continued to fuck me. Then he stopped and rammed deep inside me to the point where i could feel it in my chest. The pain was too much, and my face was soaked with tears. Then smokey grunted and breathed and i kneew he was about to cum. not inside me pleease not inside me. but smokey couldnt hear my thoughts and his cum gushed inside me which made my clit tingle for more. I saw his thick white cum on the grass and all over my pussy.when he was done he pulled out, and slid downto my cunt. he began to suck me off first slowly an then faster and harder and i began to tingle. I didnt want to cum for him i wanted to act like he couldnt pleasure me but the truth is he fucked me better than bret had since our wedding night. smokey pulled me up to where i wasstanding andled me over to a nearby tree. " put your arms outand spread your legs too." i did, i had no otherchoice. my hands and legs were duct taped to the tree. i waited and waited as i heard people shuffling behind me. then i was hit witha whip square on my left butoz. i squealed. myright was hit. then both at the same time. during my spanking my crying resumed." ahhhhhhh1 ohmigod bret!!!!!!!!! ahh ouch!" then it stopped and i felt SMokeys hands rubbing my ass and then my boobs, then my pussy. His horse cock entered my pussy again and he went slow, enjoying every moment. my pussy was now big enough for it so it actually began to feel good. He took off my duct tape and said "dont it feel good sweetie?" and i nodded in total ecstasy, close to aclimax. and then he rammed into me again and started going harder and harder and faster and his cock got bigger. and then i felt his cum again. this time i came with him, my whole body shook and his dick popped out with a 'smack!' as i jerked forward andmy juices squirted all over the tree. "ooh yeah, smokey! ohh yeahhh ohh fuck me." i said. smokey began to grope me again and then my duct tape came off my hands and legs. smokey continued to rub me and i grabbed his head and put it around my neck which he kissed softly.  "Smokey, fuck me in the ass please, baby. do it hard. i dont care if it hurts." my drinks caught up with me and i realized i had no clue what i was doing, when his cock entered my tight asshole.I screamed in pain and his hand covered my mouth as i cried out and tears bgan to come again. he vcame harder and faster and then his hand slid down to my pussy and he finger fucked it while fucking me in the ass. I came to myclimax again and squirted all over his cock and base. This was too much for him to take because as soon as i came his head flew back and he howled like a coyote might at the moon. His cum again streamed into my asshole and i could feel it dripping down to my pusyy where his fingers were still going in and out softly. He finished and i turned around. his hands came out of my pussy and he held them up for me to lick. i sucked off his fingersone by one. and then i made out violently with smokey. I whispered in his ear "now its my turn."

 

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THe Most Pain Gave Me The Most Pleasure

Sultrybuxombbw on Forced Stories

I left for the Wal-Mart about 6 that evening. I had no intensions except to go pick up a few things and maybe go over to the Georgia Square Mall and then back home to Steve. I dressed the usual way I did, wrap around skirt, tank top and thin bra with a thong and sandals. I got to the Wal-Mart parking lot and found a place that was not too crowded to park, locked the car door and went in. Nothing happened inside except that two guys, both attractive seemd to be watching me from the moment I entered the store. I thought maybe they were security and that they were taking advantage of their jobs to check me out so I did smile and even bent over to show my cleavage some but otherwise nothing.

I went through the registers and paid for my things. Some

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batteries (for my toys) and lotion and a few mak-up items. They all fit into two small bags I walked out and looked around to see if the guys were there but no one was in sight, or so I thought. I had gotten just a little wet with them watching me and now was wishing I had said something to them. It was dark now, getting dark early this time of year and I looked around and did not see my car. I walked to where it had been and it was gone. I thought, "Who would want to steal my car, it is nothing at all that should attract anyone?" Well, I kept looking and finaly saw it parked in a dark corner of the lot, I knew I had not put it there but then again, maybe I had I thought.

I began walking toward it and when I got into the dark area, (the lights were out on several lamp posts) I heard a vehicle driving near me but did not think anything of it. Suddenly something went over my head and I  could see nothing. Hands grabbed me hurting me with their strength and lifted me into a vehicle and a door slammed shut and we were moving fast. My slothes were ripped from my body and suddenly I was naked and did not know who had me or if they were going to spare me my life. There had been some attacks in the area and so I was worried and not turned on.

I was naked and spread out with hands all over me, pulling my tits, spreading me legs and rough large fingers entering my pussy. The men were laughing and then one said, "Told you we would find her if were tried to." Now I was worried, they had been looking for me. "Well shit man, we follow her long enough and we got her so let's do it right." another said. All the time hands were squeezing my tits hard and I was beginning to beg to not be hurt since it was obvious I was going to be fucked at least. All this time the van was moving and I could hear trafic outside it. "Let's start now then" one said. There was a moment when I was let go and no one touched me then really rough rope was loped around my tits at the base of them. It then got tight and was hurting now and they got the rope really tight around both tits and then ran the rope down between my legs separating my pussy lips so the rope went in between the lips hard and they pulled the rope to make sure it hurt. This looped around between my ass cheeks and back up over my shoulders and to my tits again, finally tied again around the base of my tits. THe hood was still on and all I knew was that everything hurt when I moved and the blood trapped in my 44EEE tits made them hurt even more. Another tied my hands behind my back and down to my ankles so that I was hog tied and then I was turned onto my stomach. "Damn, that is a nice ass" one said slapping my butt hard. "Know what would be hot?" one asked the several men there. "What man, remember, she has to make it to the party." another said. "This." the first voice said and they all said "yeh, fuck, do it" Then I felt something sharp against my skin of my ass. I cired out as it dug into my right cheek and then moved around in a circle sutting me. "Fuck yeh man, she is bleeding, how fucking hot." they were all laughing.

I was now really scared and began begging, please, fuck me all you want, I will do anything but don't mess me up and kill me." I was now crying but the knife traveled around my ass till it rested at the entrance of my ass. "Should I do it?" the voice said. "No, no, that would really mess up the rest of her time with us, wait to see what Kara says, she might want to do it." and the knife was gone. Kara, who the hell was Kara I wondered and did she control these men. "Well, I know she will not mind a little tit cutting" said the voice as I was turned over with my hands tied behind me and my body now hurting even more. The skin of my tits was full of the blood trapped there and my shoulders hurt and then a blade was circling my nipples, cutting enough to make me cry out again. They were laughing now at my pain as the knife now cut into the center of my nipple that had gotten hard somehow. "Shit man, she is geting into it check it out." one said as they all got silent. The knife was now cuting my nipple hurting and I was crying but at the same time I felt my body respond to the torture, my pussy was now being stimulated by the rope between my lips. The pain got worse as a hand held my right tit and my nipple was cut in half. As if a nipples was pierced but the knife sut it and I cried out, "Oh fuck, please don't mess me up, please." "Do the other one" a voice said and my left tit was grabbed and the niples cut in half and the blood was dripping now and they licked it up. "Damn, she tastes good, we are goning to really enjoy this." and about that time the van stopped, gates were opened and then were drove down a gravel driveway.

The doors opened and I was lifted and a female voice ordered, "Good, you have started the torture, put her there on the ground and come inside." I was put on the cold ground and voices left me and the door shut. I was alone and my tits ached. I tried to move but ws tied tight. Then a sound came up and a dog was licking my nipples, the blood attracted him and he was licking really hard, making the ach turn into pleasure some. I remember being lifted again and untied but as I was told to stand I fell to the follr and then she said, "Get her ready, she is next." Suddenly I collapsed as some kind of taser hit my body at the stomach. I fell to the floor and cried out again. The voice said, "Make sure she is totally senseless, do her cunt and tits till she is in pain all over her body." I begged "No please, I will do anything, anything at all." Men laughed, "Yes you will" said the woman again, "anything." I was laid out and my legs spread and something was slipped into my pussy then my legs tied together so that the object was not going to slip out. My arms were tied at the wrists and then something was on my tits like a pad that sticks to the skin. I was streached out and then left alone. "She is ready Kara," said a voice. "Good, enjoy this my lovers, she will beg for more," she said laughing. Suddenly my body convulsed from the shock going through it from my pussy. It stopped and I managed to cry out, "Oh please, no." as soon as I did a shock went through my tits and made me convulse again. Over and over it went this way, first the pussy probe and then the tits until I could not even cry out. I heard her voice as if far away, "My boys, you are all so hard, go share your cum with her." I heard sounds around me then felt cum spraying all over my body, hot and making my mind offer another sensation, pleasure. "Take off the hood and put on just a blindfold so she can suck cocks." the woman said and they did. "She has work to do, feed her." Kara ordered and cocks were shoved into my mouth, brusing my lips and one time making my lip bleed.

I fell asleep in the final shock, or passed out, one or the other. When I came around I was not tied but the blindfold was still there and a voice said, "Leave it on if you want to live through this." "Okay" I said and touched my tits that were sore from the cutting and my pussy that was finally free from anything in it. Again the voice, Kara said, "Take her to the game room, our guests are here, they need some fun." I was led to a room (I suppose) and put on a pad that was soft. Kara told me, "anyone that wants to do anything to you you will do without question, understand?" "Yes, I will do anything, I understand." She lef and voices were all aorund, "This object on the mat is nothing, no one, we took her from the streets and she is shit, fuck her, or do whatever you want to, I will tell you if you go too far but I am not sure that I will stop anyone from doing as they please." Suddenly I was grabbed by my tits and stood up, "Spread the legs" a woman told me and I did. Something was shoved into my ass and then I was bent over, "okay, now tell us how worthless you are." she told me. "I am nothing, worse that even I cannot imagine." The object went deeper into my ass and now another was shoved into my pussy, hard and deep. Then they were moving in and out and my body began feeling the pleasure. Such the cock in front of you" the command came. I took it into my mouth and began sucking it deep. "It loves to suck cock" the man said refering to me as "It" and not she. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth hard and then filled my throat with his cum. My pussy sprayed all over the objects in my ass and pussy and I almost fell to the floor. "Yeh, it loves it." voices shouted. "Do something else" they begged.

I was moved to a bench and bent over it nad somehow tied down but my legs were free and my hands free also. A cock went into my pussy and began fucking me hard and a cock went into my mouth again and again I was being fucked in both ends at the same time. I was now begging to be fucked and used and when two finished I begged to be fucked by two more. I don't know when it changed but suddenly I felt a huge knot invade my ass. "Oh yeh, bring in the dogs, they need to fuck it too." It was on me and was humping hard. The knot had us joined and I cried out, Oh yeh, fuck me, fuck me hard." There was a dog in front of me now and he was guided to my mouth and I sucked it till the sheathe slipped off it and it slipped into my mouth. I was spinning with pleasure and my pussy was soaking the dog in my ass. Another replaced the first and this one went into my pussy, filling it and making me cum as it entered. I was again unconscious and woke to a belt across my ass. "Wake up slut, time to pay." Kara's voice laughed. "Oh yes, please." I said. Now regular strokes went across my ass and hit the swollen pussy lips that stuck out from between my legs. I was taken from the bench and laid on a bed and now Kara was next to me, "Now you are ready for me." she whispered and kissed me deep. She grabbed my tits hard and made me cry from her nails digging into the flesh. "Play with your pussy, make it cum." she told me as her nails dug deeper. I found my clit and began fingering myself as she began biting my nipples harder and harder. She was biting my tits all over hard and then I soaked my fingers as she dug her nails in deep.

She got up and moved over my face and told me to drink, her flow of piss filled my mouth and I tried to swallow it all but some did not go down but my pussy had another orgasm all by itself. "Lick it clean" she told me and I licked her pussy and suddenly she soaked my face with a wonderful orgasm. She then laid next to me kissing my face and licking her own piss from it. I will be right back. she said and left. While she was gone I was sat up and fed food, the first in I did not know how long.

"Well, slut" Tara began, "Now we are finished with you excpet for the finale, we have to have a great ending." she was saying. "Do you want to know what that is going to be?" she said. "No Kara, what is it?" "Well, we will have to get rid of your body, so my dogs will be well fed tonight." I began to cry and begged for my life. I heard dogs near by growling. "are the cameras working?" she said. Two voices said, "Ready." "enjoy my babies." and suddenly something knocked me over and now I felt teeth, raw on my tits. "No!" Kara yelled and at least 4 dogs stopped and she laughed. "Take her out and let her go, we are finished with her." "Where Kara" a man said. "I don't care, just so she is naked." Now Kara was in front of me, "And oh, these tits, I hate them, you are lucky to still have them. I wanted to cut them off." She began slapping my tits, first from one side then the other. It got harder and harder and faster. My pussy was wet again and then I shook all over from an orgasm. I woke up, naked, sore and looked around. It was dark and cold and I saw my keys next to my head. My car was about 200 yards away across a parking lot that was well lited. "Oh fuck it." I said to myself and picked up the keys and walked to the car and got in. A note was on the seat, "I will take you again any time I want to, you may or may not survive. Kara." I started the car and looked around. I was outside of Atlanta. I drove home totally naked and stumbled in and fell on the bed. Steve came over and kissed me. "You really do have to tell me about the party." he said. I grabbed him and hugged him tight. "It was not a party" I told him. "Rest Baby" he said and covered me and turned out the lights.

Sexual Healing

ImmortalRomance on Forced Stories

Chapter Two ~ Shayna's Captivity

As Erik entered the tower room carrying his goblet of punch and left-
over wedding cake, he realized immediately that his beautiful bride
was missing. He walked over to the lone window of the tower room,
seeing the wine-colored draperies blowing crazily in the breeze. The
window was wide open, and far below, Dark Lance could be seen
mounting his ebony stallion with Princess Shayna now his reluctant
companion.

"Dark Lance will not get away with this!" Erik growled after catching
sight of the dark rogue making off with his woman. Erik let out some
fearsome curses as he headed for the spiral staircase. He then called
for his guards, telling them to search the forest for Shayna and

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Dark
Lance and instructing them not to return until they had found his
bride and her abductor. The guards then left the castle, mounting
their own horses, and disappearing into the darkness of the forest in
search of the evil Dark Lance.

Erik sighed as he sat down in his red velvet chair and ate his cake.
He savored every morsel, then consumed the goblet of punch in which
had been spiked with finest rum in the kingdom. He was in a foul mood
as not only had he not gotten to thoroughly fuck the princess time
and time again; he imagined that Dark Lance was probably having his
way with her right now. The thought of Dark Lance fucking his woman
made Erik insane with jealousy.

"Dark Lance will pay for this. He shall pay dearly," Erik sneered,
setting his plate aside along with the silver goblet. He truly hoped
Shayna would be found and brought back to him shortly. He certainly
hadn't got to fuck her enough yet. As he thought of their earlier
sexual encounter, he felt his erection growing in his pants,
demanding its satisfaction.

Just then there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Erik called out.

A beautiful young woman entered the room, giving him a shy
smile. "Prince Erik, I have come to take your dishes back down to the
kitchen," said Maid Mary who approached to take the plate and goblet
from the small table beside Erik's chair. Before she could pick up
what she had came to retrieve, the Prince's voice startled her.

"Mary, come to me at once," Erik said in his deep voice, his eyes
searching over her body hungrily, thinking of other uses for this
blond, sexy little thing besides just toting dishes back and forth to
the kitchen.

Young Mary jumped when the prince called her to his side. He had ice-
blue eyes, the kind that made a woman melt and want to do something
sinful with a man, and Mary had always avoided eye contact with the
Prince for just that reason. She was a virgin, and she had heard
stories of his insatiable sexual appetites. She was attracted to the
prince, although she was fairly certain he would never want her, with
her being nothing more than just the maid.

Mary turned slowly, and then walked over to the prince, her cheeks
flushed as his eyes moved over her hungrily, taking in every curve of
her young, curvaceous body and looking quite pleased with his final
observation of her. "Mary, you know this is my wedding night, do you
not?" asked the Prince, noticing Mary's large breasts which were
barely contained by the thin white material making up the bodice of
her maid's gown.

"Y- Yes, my Prince. I heard what happened to the Princess. I'm so
sorry. I do hope she's brought back to you shortly, safe and
unharmed," Mary said, her voice quivering as she was so nervous being
in such close proximity to the handsome prince.

"Mary, while the Princess is away, I shall require your services,"
Erik stated, his cock twitching in his silken breeches as he thought
of little Mary on her knees, servicing him.

"Wh--- what services do you require of me, Prince?" Mary asked, her
voice getting a bit shrill as she saw that look of unmistakable hot
desire in his ice-blue eyes.

A wicked look of pure lust came over Erik's face. "I find you very
beautiful, Mary. Tell me, are you a virgin?" asked Erik as he reached
out, lightly caressing Mary's cheek, feeling her creamy skin.

"Virgin?" Mary gasped, her cheeks becoming a bright rosy red. "Of
course I am, my Prince."

"Good," Erik chuckled. "I like nice, tight virgins." He then chuckled
again, seeing the look of shock upon beautiful Maid Mary's face. She
looked like she could bolt from the room at any moment, yet Erik was
quite certain she would not. After all, she had been trained to serve
the Prince in whatever capacity which was needed, without question
and without delay. For Mary to protest, she would be subject to
banishment from the kingdom and at the very least, a painful whipping.

"My Prince, what is it you wish for me to do?" asked Maid Mary, as
she was quite innocent to anything of a sexual nature, being only 18
and having grown up most of her life in a nearby convent.

"Drop to your knees, Mary. I wish to inspect your beautiful mouth,"
Erik said huskily, laying his large hands upon her shoulders and
slowly applying pressure there, until Mary had knelt at his feet. She
then looked up at him with sparking aquamarine eyes which appeared
greatly frightened.

"What beautiful pink lips you have, Mary…" Erik said in a hot
whisper. "Are you aware that women often pleasure men with their lips
and tongue?"

Mary shook her head, looking traumatized by Erik's words. "I--- I
don't think… What I mean to say is… please, Prince Erik… do not make
me do this…." Mary cried out as tears began forming in her horrified
eyes.

"But Mary, you must please your prince… and you must please me well
or you shall be beaten, do you hear me?" Erik said forcefully,
placing his fingers under her chin which made certain her gaze
remained locked to his.

Mary let out a little sob and slowly nodded, for she had seen some of
the other maids after they had been beaten and did not want bruises
and welts upon her own delicate, little bottom. "What would you have
me do?" Mary asked softly, fearful and apprehensive.

"I shall remove my erect cock from my pants. You will place your
beautiful, soft lips upon it and pleasure me. You will not bite me,
and you will suck it well," explained Erik, holding the young woman
there so she could not escape him.

Huge tears rolled down Mary's face as the Prince reached into his
royal-blue sleeping pants made from the finest silk, grasped his
immense erection and pulled it free of his breeches so it was inches
from Mary's lips.

"Suck my cock, Mary," the Prince commanded, his voice gruff and
leaving no room for argument.

Mary stared at the large throbbing male organ, stunned that the
Prince was actually commanding her to take it in her mouth, but she
knew she had no other choice. She was afraid of his spankings for she
knew he had a huge wooden paddle he often used to flog the other
maids whenever the mood should overcome him. She looked up into his
ice-blue eyes, then down at his swollen cock, licking her lips
nervously. Her innocent expression as well as her tongue snaking out
over her lips caused Erik's cock to twitch almost painfully, a groan
issuing from his lips. "Suck it now, Mary… or you will be punished!"
he spoke in a brusque command.

Mary bent forward, her whole body trembling as she kissed the tip of
the Prince's cock. Her lips were so soft and smooth, caressing his
cock-tip almost teasingly. Erik then grabbed her head in his hands,
forcing his huge cock into her mouth, sliding it along her satiny
tongue. Mary made a noise which sounded like a gasp of protest, but
Erik didn't stop, he continued to slide his huge cock into the young
woman's sweet mouth again and again.

Her mouth was like warm velvet as he continued to forcefully glide
his cock between her parted lips at a faster pace. He made lustful,
groaning noises as the young maid wrapped her moist pink lips around
his organ, her tongue dancing along his length as she became used to
the sensation of his powerful cock in her mouth. Suddenly then Erik
let out a fierce growl as he held Mary by her long blond hair which
was tangled in his fingers and sent his huge cock tip deeply into her
throat. An intense orgasm hit him then, making him erupt.

Hot splashes of his semen filled the young maid's throat, nearly
choking her. She sputtered for breath after he came all down her
tongue and onto her face. He withdrew his cock as he rubbed the tip
teasingly against her lips and chin, smearing it with his sperm. Mary
looked up at Erik, appearing dazed and extremely embarrassed. She
touched her fingers to her lips, feeling the moisture of the Prince's
semen there.

"You have served me well, Mary. You may return to the kitchen now,"
Erik said, dismissing her abruptly.

Mary stood up on wobbly legs, staring at the Prince and that thick
member between his legs. Its appearance had changed greatly now that
Erik was no longer aroused. "Yes," Mary said softly, finally getting
her bearings as she reached again for the plate and goblet and
retrieved them with trembling hands. "Thank you, My Prince."

"No, thank you, Mary," said Erik, grinning widely for he was sure
that it was just a matter of time before he took Mary's virginity,
just as he had taken Princess Shayna's.

~~**~~

Meanwhile in the forest, Shayna was forced to take Dark Lance's cock
into her own mouth, his huge hands on her breasts, molding and
squeezing them lustfully all the while. She gagged on Dark Lance's
swollen member, tears flowing as she longed for Erik to rescue her.
Dark Lance made savage sounds, raping her mouth with brutal thrusts.
Then he pulled his cock free abruptly, forcefully turning Shayna
around in his arms, pushing her swiftly to her hands and knees. He
mounted her quickly, aiming his huge cock tip at her tight virginal
asshole.

"Erik may have taken your maidenhead, but it is I who will have the
virginity of your ass," said Dark Lance in great triumph, pressing
forward with viscous force, until his swollen cock-head had entered
the tight little ring of the Princess's asshole.

Shayna screamed with pain and shock, feeling the brutal rape of Dark
Lance's cock within her tiny asshole. He thrust it in and out of the
virginal passage, stretching it greatly and causing Shayna exquisite
pain beyond any other she had ever endured. In and out he thrust his
large weapon, plundering Shayna's puckered asshole, leaving it bright
red, gaping, and quivering in agony. With one last final ferocious
thrust, he penetrated her ever so deep, up to his balls, shooting
load after load of his cum deep into her bowels. He then withdrew
roughly, smearing his sperm all over her bruised
asscheeks.

"I hate you… I hope you die a horrible, agonizing death!" Shayna
sobbed, her cheek pressed into the dirt as her body yet writhed in
great pain from the beastly Dark Lance's anal invasion. "I hope
buzzards pick out your eyeballs and maggots eat away at your
disgusting, shrivelled cock!"

Dark Lance flipped Shayna over easily in his muscular arms, a wicked
grin upon his lips as he chuckled at her outburst. "Come now, darling
Shayna, you cannot mean that. You will learn to like my cock inside
you… wherever I chose to insert it. You will come to beg for it… You
will plead for me to fuck you. You will be mine, Shayna… eternally
mine," Dark Lance insisted, as she glared at him with furious amber
eyes. "Erik will not stand between us again; I swear that to you.
Shayna, you are mine!"

With those words, Dark Lance took Shayna's lips in a brutal kiss, his
tongue raping her delicate mouth just as his cock had forcefully
fucked her virgin ass. Shayna struggled in his arms, yet she was no
match for the strong and determined Dark Lance. He kissed her
thoroughly, exerting his power over her. Finally he lifted her
flailing body into his steely arms. He carried Shayna further in the
forest, toward a small cave, where he was determined to have his way
with her once again.

(Stay tuned for Chapter Three- Erik Cums to the Rescue)

Skinhead

Shimmergirl on Forced Stories

It was gonna be a great weekend, Nikki's parents had gone back down to London and she had the house to herself. After running around like a headless chicken and tidying up she had called some friends.  It was time to party- sex, drugs and booze were the order of the day.

 
As the clock struck 7 she stripped off and padded into the bathroom, a hot relaxing bath and a good shave was c

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alled for before the party began, she didn't want a furry cunt for when she got licked out and fucked tonight.
She lay in the bath, her hands stroked between her legs, she was smooth and silky. Her fingers teased her lips feeling herself open as the water pushed into her. She closed her eyes as thoughts of a huge cock ramming into hr cunt slipped around her.
She opened her eyes, someone was knocking, banging on the front door. She shivered, she had fallen asleep in the bath. "Shit" she cursed.
Grabbing a large white fluffy towel she rushed out into the hallway and down the stairs to the front door.  Making sure the towel was firmly secured she opened the front door. The smile on her face dropped.
Standing before her stood a giant. To Nikki, who stood at 5'4" anyone over 5'10" was a giant.  This guy was well over 6'2" and built like a brick shit house. She stared in shock for a split second at this huge man with a shaved head. It didn't taker long to get a good look at him, skin head, tattoos on both arms and on his neck. His jeans were faded blue, his jacket green bomber type and ox blood doctor marten boots.
She panicked pushed the door shut. It hit the edge of his boot. She didn't scream, she ran, knowing the phone was in her room she started up the stairs.
She felt as if time had stood still, she forced herself forward, she moved- suddenly she was free, her legs carried her like wings up the stairs.  In truth his hand had grabbed the back of her towel holding her for the briefest of seconds until she had managed to pull free, the towel slipping from her wet body.
He shut the door and locked it, then happily made his way towards the phone socket, he kicked the white cord from the wall, no phone calls please he chortled.

 
He heard the door to a room slam, time for fun he called to no one.
She ran into her room and slammed the door, she wished she had had the lock fitted now but it was too late for regrets. Rushing to the phone on her bed she quickly dialed the number for the police, there was no dial tone. She screamed at the phone and tried again, nothing. Nikki looked for her mobile and remembered it was downstairs on charge. She cursed. She jumped as the door crashed in. There he stood the giant, a huge ugly grin spread across his face. Nikki looked for a weapon, anything to use against him. Scanning the room she saw the new wooden curtain pole she was planning on fixing up. Grabbing it and holding it as she had been taught in marital arts she waited for her attacker.
“Come on ya cunt!” she stood there naked, nipples hard with cold, the water from the bath replaced by her own sweat. She stood there ready to bash some brains in.
He came at her, his huge hands open and ready for her. She swung once, it was all he needed, his hand grabbed the wooden pole as his booted foot lashed at her naked thigh.  The pole disappeared from her grip at the same time her thigh went dead, she was pulled forward into the man.
He grabbed her by her hair, she yelped as she felt her hair pulled tight. His hand wrapped around her wrist twisting it, the pain flared up through her arm.  His face was close to hers now, his breath was sweet as if he had been sucking mints. He smiled at her again and she tried to headbutt him. More pain in her arm, anymore and it would break.


She found herself flying across the room towards her bed. Her head hit the wall and she lay there stunned, blood trickled from an open wound in her scalp. She lay there as she felt the weight of the skinhead upon her bed. He turned her around and she saw for the first time her attacker in his glory.
As she had lain there he had stripped off his shirt and undone his jeans. His huge body wasn’t just muscle it was well defined muscles, tattoos rippled across his upper torso, he even had a swastika in the Nazi style on his left arm. She then saw his huge cock, this guy was well defined and well proportioned. His cock wasn’t just long it was thick and hard. A piercing nestled around his glands.  Nikki’s eyes wide open tried to move away.
His hands grabbed her legs and forced them apart, his grip was like a vice around her thighs, she closed her eyes as he dipped his head and spat at her drying cunt. His hand rubbed his spittle around her clit and lips. She cringed as his fingers began to probe her.
He laughed as she tried to clench her muscles. A punch in her stomach took the wind from her and the strength from her. His fingers probed deep and hard. Although she was now getting wet, she knew it was just a response not a desire.
His hand left her cunt and trailed up her body a slimy slither of her juices trailed behind his fingers. His hand squeezed her tits hard together. She whimpered in pain as his rough hand caught her nipple piercings, he laughed.
Yanking her by the hair again he turned her onto her stomach. She tried to fight him raising her knee to his cock a punch in the face cooled her down.


She lay there face down her face buried in her pillow. She could feel his hands spreading her legs and again probing her cunt. Then she felt the finger around her ass, no she whimpered, no please. The fire spread through her, his finger thick and hard like a small cock rammed into her ass forcing her to moved further up the bed and deeper into the pillow. She screamed as his fingers fucked her. Tears rolled down her face, sweat covered her face, she began to cry silently.
The fucking of his fingers stopped. “Your ass is tight bitch” his voice grated “Your cunt is tight and smells juicy.”  She felt the head of his cock around her cunt, slipping over her wet lips she tried again to close her muscles making it harder for him to enter her.  His hand smacked the back of her head
“Fucking behave you whore or I will cut you!”
His cock slipped away from her cunt, she sighed in relief maybe as his weight was released from her body.
Suddenly he thrust into her. Not her cunt but her ass. She heard him grunt in pain, “Good “! She thought. Yet her pain was worse. She had been split in two by his cock. Her ass was ripped and she could feel a tell tale dampness. It was not juices.
“Oh yeah bitch!” he whispered, “I’m gonna cum in ya, I’m gonna cum over ya I think” his cock pushed deeper into her and she screamed loudly, her tears streaming down her cheeks.  She could feel his cock ready to spasm. Knew he was gonna fill her up.
It stopped. The pain subsided he had gone from her ass. She lay there her feeling empty.
She felt his hands again around her legs and body turning her over, she didn’t resist. It hurt to much.
She looked at him through teary eyes, his cock swollen and hard now had the blood dried look, her blood. His grin was disgusting, his hand slowly massaged his cock, keeping it hard. She saw the telltale sign of precum dribbling from the purple and red head. Then he came at her. Her legs were pushed to her chest, he didn’t bother to spread them apart he just forced into her cunt, her lips sliding inwards with his cock. She cried out, his piercing pushing against her g spot and then moving deeper into her, his hands encircled hers holding her down, his weight too much for her to bear. His thrusting hurting more and more, again she felt her juices slip from, she wondered if this was also her blood.
He closed his eyes, and she knew he was going to cum. “Did I take my pill?” she thought, a silly thought she knew but she didn’t want to be lumbered with a bastard child.
He stopped, he hadn’t cum, he was staring at her. He was still inside her, yet he hadn’t cum. He leant back and pulled his cock out taking her hand he pulled it to his huge, bloody cock, “Wank me bitch, let me see that cum shoot over you”


She tried to stop his hand but again he forced her hand this time his over hers as she held his cock. She wanted to rip the piercing out, rip it out and make him hurt.  The look in his eyes told her she would be dead if she tried. His hand forced her hard and fast to wank him, he moaned and she knew he was nearly done. She closed her eyes not wanting to see the result. A sharp pain in her chest made her oen them, his knife was pressed to her tit.
He stopped her from wanking him, yet still her hand was held to him. I forgot to do something, the knife slowly cut into the tit, her blood welled up, the pain numbed by older pain. Yet still it hurt. Slowly he carved a symbol into her flesh.  His hand started again, her hand held tight to him once, twice she wanted to stop, didn’t want his cum, he shifted forward, she realised too late his cum shot not on her tit but at her face. The hot sticky fluid sprayed into her eyes and mouth. He laughed as he kept her hand milking him.She closed her eyes, the sticky liquid already starting to drip and run down her face.


She opened her eyes. The bath water was still hot, the heat from the bath had made her sweat, slowly it had run down her face. She blinked, she had fallen asleep. Reaching for the towel she noticed the pamphlet on the side, “Join the BNP” it read “Let us come to you and make Britain white.,” She giggled something fucking made me white you bastards, she laughed. Her laughter stopped suddenly as someone began banging on her front door.

The cheerleader

Sexyman89 on Forced Stories


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds about right" Tyree said.

"Nooo." She yelled

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

"I got a few questions first"

"First off how old are you"

"16 in a month" she whimperd.

" Perfect, now are you a virgin"

" y y y ye yes" she whispered.

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

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

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

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

"Stand her up Johny" i said.

John quickly obliged as he forced her to her feet.

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

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

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

"N n no" she responded.

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

"Lick my balls bitch" i ordered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why" they asked.

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

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

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

"Clean yourself up bitch."

We never heard from her again.


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

Cassie

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Cassie Williams was a pretty, petite blonde with striking green eyes. She worked in the music department of the local Wal-Mart. She had worked there for the past six months. He knew because he’d been shopping there for the last three years. The other bimbos and that ratty kid were always rude to him. But not Cassie, she had been nice to him since the first time he’d met her. He thought she was as beautiful as she was nice. He had been dreaming about her since that first day. He wanted to ask her out but he was afraid she’d say no. Then he came up with the plan.

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t: 1">            He’d been watching Cassie for three weeks straight and he knew her schedule better than his own. She lived alone in a small downstairs apartment with no pets. She drove an old blue Ford Escort which drained her bank account. It was always braking down but she couldn’t afford to buy another car. He wanted her so bad it was a physical ache. His heart hurt as bad as his groin. He needed her.

For once something was going to work out for him. He had actually been lucky when his brother had been killed and left him that old farmhouse. It was out in the middle of nowhere with a big ole barn and that stupid tornado shelter. Now, though, he didn’t think the tornado shelter was so stupid. It would be perfect for what he needed. He knew he’d have to take his time and do everything right or he’d screw something up.

He carefully cleaned out the old shelter, bought some paint and fixed up it so it actually looked fairly decent. He cleaned out the drains and made sure the water lines still worked. Why would anyone put water lines in a tornado shelter? he wondered. He knew his brother had been strange but that was just out right weird. Oh, well, he thought, at least it makes things easier for me now. He managed to splice into the electricity from the main house and wire the shelter as well. It wasn’t anything fancy and not much, just a bare bulb overhead and one outlet for a fan in the summer and a heater in the winter, a second outlet for a mini-fridge and a microwave. By the time he was finished he had a nice little one room house set up.

He scrounged around the house and came up with an old couch which he hauled down to the shelter. He went to the local Goodwill store and found a small dining table with two chairs for a reasonable price. He also saw a lovely brass bed with a big ole headboard that had those big rails running up and down all along the length of the headboard. He just stood and stared at it for the longest time. He had dreamed of a bed like that. What idiot would get rid of something like that? he wondered. He finally approached it, somewhat reverently, and carefully examined it. When he could find nothing wrong with it and it seemed sturdy, he purchased it too. He took the bed home first then came back and loaded the table and chairs into his truck.

He had the whole place set up now. He went grocery shopping – at the Super Wal-Mart of course. He stopped by the music department to see Cassie. She was as beautiful as ever and just as friendly. She helped him pick out a new boombox and several CDs. Then off he went to the new lovenest he was preparing for her. When he went to set up the boombox he realized he didn’t have enough outlets and went back to work. He added two more outlets, one for the boombox and a fourth just in case. Once he was finished he stood back and surveyed the room. Nodding to himself he decided he was ready. He went back over to the farmhouse to plan.

            He sat down at his dining room table with a notepad and started to make notes. He decided he needed restraints because she would probably be resistant at first. Eventually she would come to love him as much as he loved her but he knew it would take time. He wanted to be gentle with her so he planned to get soft, padded restraints. He wrote down blindfold. He thought it would be stimulating for her to be blindfolded sometimes when they were together. He also would need it when he first took her because he didn’t want her to know where they went. He slowly filled the page with notes then pushed the pad aside.

            He knew what he would need, now he had to decide how he would do it. He sat and quietly thought about it for several minutes. Finally, he decided he would siphon enough gas from her tank to cause her to run out just about the time she got off the main highway. That way he could casually drive by, notice her problem and offer to help. Once she was in his car it would be easy to restrain her, he could push her car into the woods to hide it and then bring her here. He would go back later gas her car up and move it to a better hiding place, maybe he could keep it in the ole barn. Yeah, that should work, he thought.

            When? That was the next thing he had to work out. He had to get all the restraints he needed and clean out a space in the barn to put her car. He was getting anxious, she was all he could think about. But he knew he was close and he couldn’t afford to mess up now. He’d give himself another week to get everything he needed then he’d make his move. That week passed quickly and he couldn’t believe he was actually ready.

            Thank goodness she was working the nightshift this week. That made it a lot easier for him to siphon the gas from her car. He hid the can and siphon in the trunk of his car then parked around the corner of the building and waited for her to get off. He started to get hard the minute he saw her leave the building and head for her car. He was so excited. He’d thought of everything. He even managed to jimmy the lock on the passenger door of his car so that when he locked it she couldn’t unlock it from the inside. He had to use the key from the outside to get it open. This was going to be great!

            She climbed into her car and finally started off. He waited several minutes before following her from the parking lot. Even though traffic was light he managed to stay several cars behind her and since it was dark he figured she probably didn’t notice that she was being followed. He noticed her slow down just before she reached the turn off from the highway. Oh, God, did I drain too much? he wondered frantically. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until she finally made the turn and he released his breath in a rush. She managed to make it a few yards down the side road before her car finally sputtered to a stop. He slowly pulled in behind her a few minutes later and put his car in park.

            With shaking hands he got out of his car and walked toward hers. He leaned over and peered through the rolled up window before rapping lightly against it with his knuckles. He smiled when she jumped then turned to look at him with frightened eyes. Slowly, she cranked down the window.

            “Hi, Cassie. Everything okay?”

“I don’t know. It just stopped. This dang car is always dying on me.” She banged her hands against the steering wheel and leaned her head against the seat.

“You need a ride somewhere? I can give you a lift somewhere so you can call for a tow.”

“Really?” She sounded so hopeful. “I don’t know. I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I was just driving around anyway. There’s nothing to do, no movies on or anything.” He shrugged as he replied, hoping he sounded bored.

“You sure?”

“Yeah., come on.”

            He opened the door for her as she pulled the keys from the ignition and grabbed her purse. She climbed from the car and followed him back to his vehicle. He again opened the door for her, drawing a smile from her as she got in. He closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. She reached up to lock the door as he climbed in behind the wheel. He fastened his seat belt and put the car in gear.

            “Better put your seatbelt on,” he said with a smile. “It’s the law you know.”

“Right. Sorry.”

            He pulled back on to the road as she fastened her seatbelt. He quickly turned around and headed for the old farmhouse and her new home. They drove several minutes in silence until he finally reached over and turned on the radio. He tuned it to a soft rock station playing love songs then concentrated on his driving. After several miles he noticed she was getting restless. He hoped she wouldn’t start to fight him, he didn’t want to have to restrain her yet. He had brought the cuffs, blindfold and gag just in case but he didn’t want to use them yet if he didn’t have to.

            “Where are you going? Can’t we just go back to town?”

“We’ll be there in a few minutes.” He glanced at her, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Thanks for helping. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along.”

“I’m just glad I could be there to help.”

            He slowly pulled into the driveway to the old farmhouse, parked the car and cut the engine, removing the keys from the ignition. She glanced around nervously then released her seatbelt. He released his seatbelt and opened his door as she reached for the handle to open her door. He climbed out and shoved the keys in his pocket.

            “That door doesn’t work very well,” he said as he leaned back in, lifting a duffle bag from behind his seat. “I’ll have to open it for you from the outside. Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” she replied, offering him a nervous smile.

            He locked and closed his door then hurried around to her side, fishing in the open duffle bag as he went around the back of the car. He set the bag down next to the car when he reached the passenger door. He put the key in and unlocked the door then slipped the keys back into his pocket. He opened the door and offered her his hand. She seemed surprised but took it anyway. When she stepped out of the car he pulled her to her feet and snapped the cuffs around her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back before she had a chance to resist. He quickly grabbed her other arm and pulled it behind her back as well, snapping the other cuff around it.

            “What are you doing?” she cried.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, not intentionally. Just stay calm and cooperate.”

“Oh, God, what do you want?”

“I just want us to be together. I love you, Cassie.”

“No, please. Don’t do this.”

“I know you like me, you’ll learn to love me. I fixed this place just for you.”

            He pulled her by her cuffed hands away from the car and closed the car door. Then he shoved her forward toward the shelter as he leaned over and picked up the duffle bag.

            “Please don’t do this,” she whispered as she started to cry.

He leaned against her, putting his arm gently around her shoulders.

“I love you, Cassie. I won’t hurt you.”

            He led her to the entrance of the shelter then pulled her to a stop. He pulled his arm from around her shoulders, reached forward and opened the door. When she didn’t move he put his hand against the small of her back and gave her a gentle push. She moved forward again and stepped inside the room he had created for her. He followed her inside and closed the door. He set the duffle bag down on the floor next to the door. She had stopped just inside the door, standing, shaking, next to him. He put his hands on her arms and pushed her forward.

            He thought about how cute she looked with her bottom lip trembling that way as her eyes slid around the room. She was so hot and he was getting so hard he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it back to get her car. He was definitely going to have to jack-off before he went anywhere.

            “Are you hungry?” he asked.

            She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She didn’t think her voice would work.

            “How about something to drink? Are you thirsty?”

            Again she only shook her head.

            “Cassie, honest, I won’t hurt you. I have to keep your hands shackled for right now though because I don’t want you to hurt me either. If you tried, I’d have to hurt you and I don’t want to do that.”

            He heard a sob escape her throat as she gulped for air. He gently caressed her cheek, staring into that innocent face.

            “Look at me, Cassie.”

            Slowly, her eyes rose to his face. Unshed tears filled those big beautiful green eyes. His heart ached when he saw them. He reached up to put his hands in her wonderful blond tresses.

            “Cassie, I love you. I promise you, I won’t hurt you,” he said softly before lowering his lips to cover her trembling ones. He kissed her softly for several minutes then finally pulled away. “I have to go take care of your car. I’ll be back in a few minutes. You‘ll be okay until I get back. Alright?”

“Why?” she asked with a trembling voice.

“Because I love you.” He kissed her again then led her to a chair at the table. He pulled the chair out for her but she remained standing. “Sit down, Cassie.”

            She obediently sat down and he released one wrist from the cuffs immediately re-cuffing it around the rung in the back of the chair. He went back to the duffle bag next to the door and retried a larger pair of cuffs with a short chain between them. He moved kneel next to her. A sob escaped from her when she saw what he held in his hands. He laid the cuffs in the floor next to her chair then pulled her shoes and socks off. Then he slipped a cuff around her left ankle. Then he gently slipped the other cuff around her right ankle. Finally he lifted a ring from the floor and closed it around the chain between the two cuffs. He gathered up her socks and shoes and took them with him as he headed for the door. He put them in the duffle bag then turned back to her.

            “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ll try to hurry.”

            He slipped out the door and locked it behind him. He took the can of gas he had hidden in his trunk and the keys from her purse and jogged back to her car. He quickly filled her gas tank, threw the empty can in the trunk of her car, and climbed behind the wheel. He drove her car back to the farmhouse and parked it in front of the barn. He got out and opened the big barn doors the got back in her car and drove it into the barn. He locked her purse in her car and locked her car in the barn. The he hurried back to the shelter.

            He stood just inside the door staring at her. Her head was bent forward, her chin almost touching her chest. She was crying softly, tears glistened on her cheeks, he could barely see them in the dark room. He had only left a small light on over the bed. He flipped the switch to turn on the overhead light which hung directly over the table. It flicked into life immediately. He figured it probably blinded her but he didn’t care, he needed to see her in the light. He closed the door and locked it then moved into the room.

            He never said a word, just went straight to the back of her chair and released a hand from the cuffs. He re-cuffed her after moving her arms away from the chair. Then he moved to kneel in front of her. In silence he released the chain between her cuffed feet from the loop in the floor. He moved to a table next to the bed and retrieved a box of tissues. He set the tissues on the dining table in front of her before moving behind her again. He released her right wrist from the cuffs and moved her arms in front her, leaning over her back and not releasing his hold on her, he re-cuffed her wrists in front her. Then he went around the table and sat down in the other chair across from her.

            “Are you hungry or thirsty?”

            She shook her head without looking up at him. He slammed his hands onto the tabletop, palms down, causing her to jerk her head up to stare at him wide-eyed.

            “That’s better. Look at me and answer me,” he demanded, staring into her tear-filled eyes. “Are you hungry or thirsty?”

            “No,” she whispered.

            He got up and retrieved two cans of coke from the minifridge anyway. He popped the tabs on both then set one in front her next to the tissues. He took a swig of his then set it on the table as well. He reached down and pulled a tissue from the box and handed it to her. She curled her fingers around it but didn’t move. He saw her hands shaking and knelt down next to her chair. He pulled another tissue from the box and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. Then he leaned up and kissed her damp cheek.

            “Did you eat supper at work?”

            She nodded then added in a whisper, “Yes.”

            “Okay, then. I just don’t want you starving yourself. Do you want to watch a movie or listen to some music?”

            “N-no.”

            He smiled as he stared at her.

            “Don’t worry, they’re not dirty movies.” He lifted his hand and brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Although I do have some of those if you want to watch some.”

            “No!” Tears poured down her cheeks again.

            “I’m just teasing you, Cassie. I wouldn’t make you watch something like that.”

            He pulled another tissue from the box and again dried her eyes. Again, he leaned up and kissed her cheek once her tears were dry.

            “Drink your Coke,” he said as he rose to his feet, running his hand down the back of her head, letting his fingers comb through her long blonde hair.

            He moved away to turn down the bed and leave her to her drink. She could hear him moving around behind her but she could see what he was doing and she was afraid to turn around to see. She tried to pick up the can of soda to take a drink but when she saw her bound hands she started shaking violently again. She was afraid she would drop the drink or spill it so she didn’t try to lift it to her lips. Instead, she put the tissue to her eyes and dried more tears. Then she quietly blew her nose. She laid the tissue aside and pulled another one from the box, clenching it tightly in her hands. She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders.

            “Would you like a straw? Would that be easier?”

            “N – I – I can’t.”

            “Cassie, you saw me open it. There isn’t anything in it.”

            “I know,” she whispered.

            “Then what’s wrong?”

            “I – I – Please, I just want to go home.”

            “Sweetheart, you are home. This is your new home. At least for now.”

            “Please…Why are you doing this?”

            “We’ve already gone over this.” His voice took on a hard note. “I’m not going to keep repeating myself.”

            He gave her shoulders a hard squeeze. Then he stepped past her and went to a nearby cabinet. He pulled a bag of chips from the cabinet and re-joined her at the table. He opened the chips and laid the bag on the table between them, pulling a few from the bag. He ate the chips as he watched her then he took another drink of his soda.

            “Have some chips.” He shoved the bag toward her after pulling another handful out for himself.

            “N – no thanks.”

            He reached around behind him and opened a drawer in the cabinet. He reached inside and pulled a straw out then shoved the drawer closed. He turned back around and laid the straw on the table next to her drink. He lifted his can to lips and sipped waiting to see if she’d accept his gift.

            Slowly, she reached forward to pick up the straw. It trebled violently in her fingers as she tried to put it in the pop can in front her. She finally managed to get it in the can and leaned forward to take a sip of the drink.

            “Thank you,” she whispered softly.

            “See? I’m not as awful as you thought.”

            He remained silent while he finished his soda and waited for her to finish hers. Once his can was empty he gathered up the chips and his empty can and started to clean up. He put a clip on the bag of chips and put them back in the cupboard then threw away the empty can. He turned back to the table to see if she was finished with her drink yet. She scooted back on her chair and glanced up at him.

            “Finished?”

            “Yes,” she replied with a nod.

            He took the can and shook it. When it felt fairly empty he tossed it, with the straw, into the trash then turned back to her.

            “Time for bed.” He ignored the round of tears. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

            Her only reply was a sob. He stood staring at her for several minutes. She wouldn’t look up at him and she wouldn’t answer him. He moved around the table to stand next to her. He reached down to grasp her face in one hand and forced her to turn her face up toward him.

            “Look at me,” he demanded.

            She slowly raised her eyes to his.

            “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

            “N-n-no.”

            “This is you last chance until morning. I won’t ask again.” He stared into her tear-filled eyes then watched her lips trembling. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

            “Y-y-yes,” she finally whispered as the tears slid down her cheeks.

            He pulled a key from his pocket and knelt next to her. He removed the cuffs from around her ankles and replaced them in his duffle bag. He unlocked a cabinet door and placed the duffle bag inside. The he removed a long, silky gown from the same cabinet. He turned around and handed her the gown as he pulled her to her feet.

            “Put this on. I’ll even give you a little privacy – tonight.”

            She sobbed as he led he toward a corner of the room that held a toilet and a shower stall. An empty plastic crate sat across the toilet seat. He stopped her in front of the toilet and turned her to face him. He ran his hands up and down her bar arms as he spoke.

            “Put all of your clothes in the crate and leave it on the floor when you’re finished. I’ll pull the curtain so you can have some privacy. You can have twenty minutes. Understand?”

            She stared at the floor and refused to answer him, tears flowing and her lower lip trembling. He gripped her upper arms roughly drawing a gasp from her. She looked up at him and nodded. He tilted his head to one side and stared at her, tightening his grip on her arms.

            “Y-yes.”

            “Good.”

            He shoved her toward the toilet and pulled a curtain behind her. God, she’s gorgeous, he thought as he went to sit on the bed. He was so hard it hurt. He leaned back and unzipped his pants, freeing his hardon. His briefs bulged.

            “Oh, God,” he mumbled.

            He didn’t dare touch himself. He knew if he did he would jack off. He wanted to wait and do it in front of her, or even better, fill her pussy with his cum. He knew he’d have to wait for that though, he really did love her and he didn’t want to hurt her. She had to know he was in charge and she’d learn to love him but he didn’t want to have to hurt her. He glanced at his watch to check the time. Damn, it had only been five minutes. Looking down at his crotch he knew he’d never last when he saw her in that nightie. He glanced at his watch again. He still had plenty of time. He slipped out the door and locked it behind him.

            When he finally came back inside the shelter he noticed the curtain was still drawn. She’d had a full thirty minutes, that was more than enough time. He tucked his keys into his pocket and stomped across the floor. He jerked the curtain aside to see her huddled against the back wall. She had changed into the long gown like he had ordered and all of her clothes were in the crate. He lifted the crate to the seat of the toilet again and riffled through the clothes. He turned his head and glared at her.

            ‘Cassie, what did I tell you?”

            “You said to put my clothes in the crate and leave it on the floor,” she whispered.

            “I can’t hear you.”

            “Y-y-you s-s-said to put m-my clothes in the c-c-crate and l-l-leave it on th-th-the floor.”

            “No. I said to put all of your clothes in the crate and leave it on the floor. You forgot something.”

            She stared wide-eyed at him. He held out his left hand.

            “Take off your panties.”

            “P-p-please…”

            “Now!”

            She tried to put her hands behind her to lift the back of her gown but couldn’t make it work since her wrists were still cuffed in front of her.

            “Please…” she repeated.

            “I gave you a chance to do it in privacy. Take them off.”

            She slowly shook her head as her mouth worked but only squeaks came out.

            “Either you take them off and hand them to me or I’ll take them off of you.”

            She squeezed her eyes shut and slid down the wall to sit on her heels.

            “Now!”

            She put trembling hands under her gown and raised her hips enough to pull her panties down to her ankles. Then she carefully stepped out of them and handed them up to him. He grabbed them from her hand and tossed them into the pile of clothes in the crate.

            “Now, go and get on the bed.”

            She slowly got to her feet and shuffled across the floor to the bed, her head hanging limply, her chin almost to her chest. He watched for a moment before lifting the crate of clothes and putting it in the locked cabinet. He turned and watched as she sat down on the edge of the bed. He turned the overhead light off and moved to stand next to the bed.

            “Give me your hands.”

            She held her bound hands out to him. He took her wrists in his hand.

            “Lay back.”

            She lay back on the bed and he stretched her wrists above her head, connecting her cuffs to an I-bolt chained to the head of the big brass bed. He then lifted her feet onto the bed and pulled a sheet over her to her waist. He stripped to his briefs and climbed in beside her. He lay on his left side, his head propped on his left hand as his right hand curved across her waist. He watched the tears creep from her eyes and listened to her whimpers before he slid down to cuddle closer to her.

            “Cassie, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me truthfully.” He waited but she didn’t say anything. “Have you ever you had sex before?”

            She sobbed and rolled her head from side to side. He slide his right hand up across her torso carefully brushing his hand and arm against her tits. He grabbed her face had held it roughly between his fingers.

            “Cassie?”

            “N-n-no.”

            “Have you ever had oral sex? Given a guy a blowjob?”

            “N-no.”

            “Have you ever played with yourself? Maturbated?”

            “N-n-no.”

            “Damn, girl. How old are you?” He released his hold on her face and let his hand fall to lay on her neck.

            “Twenty.”

            “And you’ve never even played with yourself?”

            “N-no.”

            “How many boyfriends have you had before?”

            “Only two.”

            “What?” He was amazed. A looker like her and she’d only had two guys after her?

            “Two,” she repeated.

            “They obviously didn’t know what they were missing, Cassie. You’re beautiful.”

            His had slid down her neck onto her chest. He played with one tit then moved to the other. He nestled his head against her neck and planted kisses along her jaw, nibbled on her ear then moved on to kiss her neck. His had slowly wandered down her across her stomach to rest against her thigh.

            “Please…don’t…,” she whispered.

            “I can’t help it, Cassie. I love you and you’re so beautiful.” His hand slipped between her legs. “I want you so bad. You make me hurt, Cassie.”

            He slowly pulled the gown up her legs as he whispered to her. He heard the chain above their heads rattled as she pulled against her bounds. He ignored her struggles and continued to pull the thin material up her legs.

            “Be good, Cassie and I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle. I love you. Why would I hurt you?”

            “Please, don’t do this,” she whispered through her tears.

            “I’m not doing anything,” he whispered in reply. “I just want to touch you, feel your skin, hold you close.”

            “Please...,” she whimpered when she felt his hand on her bare thigh.

            “I love you, Cassie.”

            He moved to kiss along her neck and down onto her chest as his hand moved up the inside of her leg. His hand stopped as he reached the lips of her pussy. His mouth moved down to cover her right tit. He kissed and nibbled it through the thin material of the gown as the fingers of his other hand played along her warm slit. She squeezed her legs together tightly but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t planning on opening her up just yet. He just wanted a good feel right now. He’d take her later.

            He suddenly pulled his hands away and sat up, leaning on his elbow, staring down at her. He leaned over and planted his lips against hers, pressing hard. Her lips were finally forced apart and he slid his tongue into her mouth. He spent several minutes exploring her mouth with tongue, not touching her in any other way. He was breathless when he finally pulled away from her. He reached up with his right hand and traced her lips with his index finger.

            “You really need to quit crying. I’m not going to stop. I love you and you’re mine now. I may not take you tonight but you will make love to me, Cassie. You’ll learn to love me and we’ll have sex every night, sometimes all night long.” He ignored her sobs as he continued explaining what would happen. “I’ll look at your body as much as I want and I’ll touch your boobs, your tits when ever I want. I’ll play with your pussy if I want and if I want to finger you, I will. When I want to fuck you I’ll fuck you. And you’ll damn well enjoy all of it.

            He got off the bed and went to the locked cabinet. He quickly removed a heavy blindfold and grabbed the tissues as he passed the table. He sat down on the bed, dried her eyes and wiped her nose then threw the used tissue into a nearby wastebasket. He turned back to her and slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

            “I would suggest you quit crying or that’ll get really wet. It probably won’t feel very good once it gets wet. I won’t give you another one and I won’t take that off until morning.”

            He stood up and removed his briefs then climbed back into the bed next to her. He sat up and leaned over her, putting both hands on the low-cut front of the delicate material of the gown.

            “I think it’s time you were reminded of who’s in charge here.”

            He ripped the gown down the front from the top clear to the bottom. He ripped the straps from her shoulders then pulled the ruined material from her and tossed it to the floor. Both hands ran over her fully exposed body. The cool air in the shelter and her fear combined to make her nipples stand erect.

            “That’s better. I like you this way.”

            He leaned over and kissed her stomach, working his tongue in and out of her bellybutton. He moved to put his right leg over her right leg, forcing her legs apart a little and making sure she could feel his erect dick against her bare skin. His left hand went up to play with her tits, pinching, pulling and squeezing. His right hand slid between her legs into her cleft.

            “Oh, yeah. Cassie, you are so hot. God, I love you.”

            He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open so he could slide his tongue into her mouth again. His fingers worked her pussy and pulled her tits. He slid first one then another finger into her pussy as he started to rub and pinch her clit. He lifted his head and moved to suck her tit as his left hand continued to pinch, pull and squeeze the other tit.

            “Cum for me, Cassie.” He lifted his head from her tit long enough to whisper to her.

            He went back to sucking her tit while he worked the other tit with his left hand and his right hand continued to abuse her pussy. He could feel her starting to get wet then he heard a soft moan escape her lips. He pinched her left tit as he bit her right tit and pinched her clit.

            “Ohhh,” she moaned as she started to writhe beneath him.

            “Cum for me, Cassie.” He pinched and bit her again working his fingers in and out of her wet hole.

            “Please…stop…don’t…please don’t…”

            “Cum for me, Cassie.”

            He sucked harder on her abused tit as he pinched and squeezed her other tit. His fingers slid in and out of her pussy working against her clit and G-spot in rhythm with his sucking and pinching. Suddenly, he again pinched and bit her sensitive spots all at the same time as he roughly slid his fingers into her pussy.

            “Ahhh…nnnnoooo….aarrggghhhhh!”

            He felt her pussy tightened around his fingers trying to pull them in as she climaxed. He shoved three fingers into her wet hole as he bit down on her tit again.

            “I love you, Cassie. You’re beautiful when cum.”

            When she relaxed and fell back to the bed he pulled his hand from her pussy and held his hand under her nose.

            “Smell that, Cassie?”

            “Yes,” she whispered, still breathless.

            “That’s your love juice, baby.” He touched a finger to her lips then placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked loudly. He finally pulled his cleaned fingers from his mouth and leaned down to kiss her lips. “You taste wonderful, Cassie. I want more.”

            “Please, no.”

            He moved lower on the bed and forced her legs apart, climbing between them.

            “Please, don’t!”

            “I love you, Cassie. I love the smell and taste of you. I won’t hurt you but you will cum for me again.”

            She pulled against her restraints again as he buried his face in her crotch.

            “No! Please!”

            He ignored her pleas as he started to lick her cunt. He used his hands to pull her pussy lips back to give him better access. His tongue darted madly into her pussy, licking wildly. He found her clit and sucked hard on it before nipping it with his teeth. She began to writhe under his ministrations and tried to pull away. He held her tightly so there was no escape as his tongue buried itself deep in her.

            “Aahhh…please, stop…”

            He heard the quiver in her voice and felt her hips shudder. He knew she was close. He wouldn’t stop now. He renewed his efforts and used his fingers as well as his tongue.

            “Aaahhh….aaarrrrggghhhhhh!”

            She bucked her hips up to meet his mouth as she went into another orgasm. Her juices flowed from her cunt. He lapped them up, unmercifully extending her orgasm. When she finally quieted and sank back onto the bed he crawled up her body and laid on top of her.

            “I love it when you cum, Cassie.”

            He glued his mouth to hers, his tongue delving into the warm depths between her lips. His hands pinched and twisted her tits as he lay on top of her. She could feel his prick grow hard against her abdomen. He slid down her body and covered her right tit with his mouth. He sucked and bit it as he clawed at her left tit with his left hand. His right hand slid down her side, between her legs to play with her pussy and clit. He raised his head and licked around the erect nipple of her boob.

            “I love you, Cassie. I’ve given you pleasure. It’s your turn to pleasure me.”

            “Please…don’t do this,” she whispered as she squirmed beneath him.

            “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t make you fuck yet. I’m looking forward to it but anticipation is half the fun. You’re gonna learn to give a blowjob, baby. You’re gonna suck me off ’til cum in your pretty little mouth then you’re gonna swallow it all down for me.”

            He lowered his head over her tit and bit down hard on her nipple as he squeezed the other nipple just as hard. He savagely pinched her clit at the same time.

            “Oowwww!”

            He moved to kneel across her chest, just below her trembling chin. She could feel his erect dick against her face. Her lips started trembling again as she fought against the cuffs and chains binding her wrists.

            “Open your mouth, Cassie.”

            She turned her head from side to side trying to avoid him. He slipped his left hand behind her head and grabbed a handful of her beautiful blond tresses. Wrapping her hair tightly around his hand he held her head still.

            “Open your mouth, Cassie.”

            Even though his voice had a threatening tone she refused to obey his command. He reached up with his right hand and pinched her nose, closing off her air. Within minutes her lips parted as she gasped, sucking oxygen into her lungs. He let her catch her breath the inserted his cock between her lips before releasing her nose.

            “Don’t even think about biting it. If you try anything other than what I tell you, I beat the shit out of you and then I’ll fuck your brains out. Understand?”

            Since she couldn’t answer him with a mouthful of prick she nodded her head.

            “Good. Now, use your tongue and lick around my dick while you suck it.”

            He waited patiently for her to start her ministrations. After several seconds he felt her tongue timidly touching his cock.

            “You can do better than that, Cassie. Lick it like you mean it. Make me enjoy it, like your life depends on it.”

            He shoved her head along his cock as she renewed her efforts at licking him. Her tongue gradually began to move around his inflated shaft, sliding up and down as she worked her way around it.

            “That feels real nice, Cassie. Now start sucking it.”

            He suddenly felt a gentle pressure as she obeyed his command and started to suck him. She continued working her tongue around his prick as she sucked on it. He gradually started moving it in and out of her, fucking her mouth. He stopped his movement and used his grip on her hair to pull her head up and down on his hardon.

            “Oh, yeah, baby. That feels real good. Keep doin’ it just like that.”

            He closed his eyes and worked her head up and down his shaft. Her tongue slid across the end of his hard dick and then started moving up and down and around it again. He shoved her head up and down the length of his shaft faster and harder. He was driving his cock back further into her mouth, into her throat. He felt her tense and start to choke as he rammed it against the back of her throat but he didn’t care, he was in heaven. He felt his groin suddenly tightened and his balls were about to burst.

            “Oh, God, Cassie, I’m gonna cum! You’re making me cum! I’m gonna cum!”

            He couldn’t hold back any longer. He shoved his prick into the back of her mouth against her throat and shot his load. He could feel it shooting and squirting down her throat as she tried to jerk away from him.

            “Swallow it, Cassie! Swallow my cum! Swallow all of it!”

            He kept his cock pushed against the back of her throat until it finally softened. Then he slowly pulled it from between her lips and slid down her body to lay on her again. He put his head down next to hers so he could whisper in her ear.

            “You suck real good, Cassie.”

            He rolled off of her to lay in the bed next to her, still breathing hard. After several minutes his breathing finally returned to normal. He leaned up on his left elbow and stared down at her. Reaching over with his right hand he started to play with her tits again.

            “You’re such a good cock sucker I think I’ll give you a little reward.”

            He rolled off the bed and went to the locked cabinet. He opened it and fished through the items he had stored there until he found what he wanted. Then he relocked the cabinet and returned to the bed.

            “I was going to save this for later but you’ve been so good tonight I’ll let you use it now.”

            He turned on the small vibrator and placed it against her pussy causing her to jump.

            “Have you ever used a vibrator before, Cassie?”

            “N-no.”

            He gave a little laugh as his other hand found her tits again.

            “Vibrators are wonderful little gadgets. Especially when they touch you here.” He touched it to her clit, drawing a gasp from her. “Or even here.” He moved it to her now erect nipples, drawing another gasp. “I think I like it better here.” He returned it to her clit as his free hand played with her nipples.

            “Please…don’t…”

            “Don’t give you pleasure? But you’re so beautiful when you cum.”

            He worked his fingers over her nipples as he turned the vibrator up and pushed it against her clit even harder.

            “Uuunnnhhhh…dddooonnn’ttt…”

            He turned the vibrator up to the highest level and pressed it viciously against her clit as he pinched and twisted her nipples.

            “Uuunnnnhhhh…nnnnooooo...aaarrrrgggghhhhhh!”

            She arched her body up as yet another orgasm took her. He worked the vibrator against her clit as he leaned over and licked the sweat from her stomach.

            “You’re beautiful when you cum, Cassie.”

            After several seconds she finally fell back to the bed, exhausted. He could tell she was still coming down from her climax. He put the vibrator away and lay down next to her. He gave her a few more minutes the he shoved at her side.

            “Turn over on your side, Cassie. I want to hold you while I sleep.”

            He made her turn onto her left side, facing the wall had she been able to see anything. Then he slipped his left arm underneath her and slid it down to finger her pussy as he draped his right arm over her side, letting his hand rest over her left tit. He nestled close so close to her that she could feel his cock against her butt.

            “I love you, Cassie,” he whispered to her. “Goodnight, baby.”

            Cassie jerked awake and tried to move then suddenly remembered where she was. A moan escaped her lips as the pain in her tits and pussy awakened.

            “Finally awake, I see.” His voice came from somewhere in the room but not right next to her. At least he isn’t still in the bed, she thought.

“Are you ready for a shower and some breakfast?” he asked.

“P-please, let me up,” she whispered, trying to control the jerking of her body as her bladder threatened to explode.

She felt the mattress give as he sat down beside her.

“And what will you give me if I let you up?”

“P-p-please…”

“How about another of those lovely blowjobs?” he asked as he ran his hands over her still-naked body.

“No, please,” she begged.

He ran his hands over her body. His right hand stopped over her bladder and applied the gentlest of pressure.

“Don’t!”

“Will you suck me if I let you up?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good answer. You’re learning, Cassie. Watch your eyes. I’m going to take your blindfold off and I have the light on already.”

He carefully removed her blindfold to see she had her eyes closed. He quickly leaned over and kissed her closed eyes. They fluttered open as he sat up. He smiled down at her, his hands sliding up her arms. He unlocked the chain the held her arms in place and gingerly pulled her cuffed wrists back down over her head to her stomach.

“Aahhh,” she cried out in pain as her arms were finally moved from the awkward position.

“I’ll only have to do that to you one more night. After tonight I’ll try not to restrain your arms.”

He leaned down and kissed each of her shoulders. When he sat back up he placed a hand on either side of her and leaned forward, putting his weight on his hands.

“You can use the bathroom and take a shower then we’ll eat breakfast. After breakfast, I expect payment. Understand?’

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I left a new toothbrush for you at the sink. I’ll lay clothes out for you on the bed while you’re in the shower. Don’t get dressed until I say you can. I will help you dress.” He stared at her for a minute before saying, “Now, tell me what you’re to do.”

“There’s a toothbrush for me on the sink. I can take a shower and you have clothes for me. You’ll help me dress after the shower.”

He smiled down at her then leaned forward to cover her mouth with his.

“Very good. I love you, Cassie. You’re beautiful and smart and so damn sexy.” He caressed her cheek with his right hand as he stared at her. “You can shower by yourself today. After this I will wash you. Now, tell me you love me.”

She stared up him in shocked silence. He twisted her nipple hard between his fingers.

“Tell me you love me.”

“Aaahhh,’ she gasped. “I love you.”

He kissed her again before releasing her.

“I love you, Cassie.”

He stood and held his hand out to her. She swung her feet to the floor and took his hand. He helped her to stand then led her to the toilet. She noticed the curtain had been removed. He released her hand and removed the cuffs. He laid the cuffs on a shelf above the toilet then reached for her arms. He carefully examined her wrists, rubbing them gingerly.

“I have some lotion I can put on the raw spots. You shouldn’t struggle so. The cuffs are padded to keep you from hurting yourself but you pull too hard.” His eyes roamed up her body to focus on her eyes. “We’ll leave them off for today – if you be good.”

“I will.”

“Use the toilet and take your shower. There are towels on the shelf next to the shower stall. There’s soap and shampoo on the shelf as well. When you’re finished, leave the towel on the floor in front of the shower. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face forward to meet his lips. He roughly forced her lips apart and shoved his tongue into her mouth. He held her and savaged her mouth for several seconds before finally pulling away. “I love you, Cassie.”

He reached up and retrieved the cuffs then turned and crossed the room to the dining table. He sat down at the table and watched as she sat down on the toilet and relieved herself. She gathered soap and shampoo from the shelf as he had instructed. She also found washcloths there. She picked one up and turned to look at him. He nodded and she took her bundled into the shower stall. The stall walls and door were clear so he had an unobstructed view of her as she showered and washed her hair. He felt the pressure in his pants as he grew hard watching her. When she stepped out of the shower and dried off he thought he’d lose control and blow his load in his pants. She started toward the sink to retrieve the toothbrush but he stopped her.

“Not yet. Come here.”

She moved to stand in front him. He still sat at the table. He gazed up at her as she stood in front of him. He put his hands on her hips and pushed down. Her bottom lip started to tremble as she knelt in front of him. He put his hands on either side of her head and smiled at her.

“You’re just too damn sexy, girl. I need some relief here. Unzip my pants and take out my cock.”

Her eyes grew wide but she did as she was told. She stared at the huge prick she held in her hand.

“Rub it with your hands. Work it a little before you suck it.”

Her eyes went to his face then back to his cock. She slowly started to rub and pull on his erect prick. He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed her touch.

“Don’t forget to work the balls too,” he mumbled.

She let her hands slide down to cover his balls then back up on his hard cock. After only a few minutes he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed.

“Suck me, Cassie. Like you did last night.”

She reluctantly covered his dick with her mouth and slowly worked her tongue over it like he had taught her the night before.

“Use your hands too. Don’t let go.”

He held her head in place as her mouth and hands worked their way along his cock. He curled his fingers through her wet hair and started to work her head up down the length of his rod.

“Oh, God, Cassie. Your mouth feels so good. I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna cum! Swallow it for me, Cassie!”

He suddenly exploded in her mouth, his cum flowing down her throat again. She tried to ignore the rising bile and swallow. He finally quit shooting and his cock slowly went limp. He released his hold on her head and slumped back into the chair.

“I love you, Cassie. Finish getting cleaned up.”

She got to her feet and went to the sink. She immediately coughed up some of the cum he had forced her to swallow. She rinsed out her mouth then brushed her teeth and rinsed again. When she finished she turned and went back to the table where he still sat. He reached for her tender wrists and pulled her down onto his lap.

“I suppose you’re ready to get dressed now.”

“Yes,” she replied softly.

“I have a surprise for you. Don’t look so terrified.” He laughed as he pushed her off his lap and got to his feet. “You’ll like it once you get used to it.”

He took her hand and led her to the bed. She saw a long, green short-sleeved shirt and a skimpy pair of white satin panties. There was also a small white box on the bed next to the clothing.

“Lay down across the bed,” he ordered.

She turned a startled look on him and started to tremble.

“We’re not going back to bed already. I have to leave for a few hours this morning. I want to give you your surprise. Lay down.”

She lay down on the bed. He had her lay sideways across the bed instead of lengthwise.

“Spread your legs and put your knees against your chest.” When she hesitated he slapped her hard against her right butt cheek.

“Do it!”

She lifted her legs, bent at the knees to her chest and gradually spread them. He lifted the small white box from the bed and took something out of it but she couldn’t see what it was. He roughly shoved her legs further apart.

“Have you ever used an egg?”

“N-n-no.”

“You don’t even know what it is, do you?” he asked with a smile as he pushed something against her vagina.

“N-no.”

Her pussy started to open and she could feel him pushing something inside her.

“Remember the vibrator from last night?”

“Y-yes.”

“It’s similar to that. It’s called an egg because it’s shaped something like an egg. That’s what I’m putting in you.” With that she felt something hard and cold slip between her pussy lips and slide between her vaginal walls.

He picked up the white satin panties and put them over her feet pulling them up to her knees.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

She stood up and he reached down and pulled the panties the rest of the way up her body to cover her butt. He reached over and lifted the shirt from the bed and she realized it was a thin, gauzy material. He handed her the shirt.

“Put it on.

            She put the shirt on and started to button it. That’s when she realized it only had one button located right at her navel. She buttoned it anyway. He took her hand and led her a few steps away from the bed. It felt strange to walk with something so large inside her. He released her hand and stared at her.

            “Turn around. Let me see you.”

            She did as he instructed and slowly turned completely around, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. When she turned back to face him she noticed a bulge in his crotch again.

            “God, you’re beautiful, Cassie. Go sit down at the table. I’ll join you in a minute.”

            She walked across to the table getting used to the feel of the egg inside her. She sat in the chair he had put her in the evening before and waited. He picked up the box, removed a tiny remote control from it then threw the box away. He sat down at the table across from her an offered her a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. He also set a glass of orange juice in front of her.

            “Did you sleep well?” he asked, lifting a bite of his eggs to his mouth.

            “Yes,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say even though she had barely slept.

            “I doubt that,” he commented as he picked up the tiny remote he had laid on the table next to his plate.

            She watched him play with the tiny device while he ate. She took a sip of her juice then another bite of her eggs. As she put the eggs in her mouth she felt a stirring in her vagina, causing her to flinch. She looked up in surprise.

            “Do you like it?”

            She didn’t but she knew she could say that.

            “Yes.”

            He smiled at her and continued with his breakfast as if nothing had happened. She tried to eat but her hands shook as she raised her fork to her mouth. Some how she managed to make through breakfast. He put his dishes on the counter next to the sink then moved back to the locked cabinet and removed another object.

            “Put your dishes on the sink when you’re finished,” he instructed as he resumed his seat at the table. “Then come over here.”

            She obediently put her dishes next to his then moved to stand in front of him.

            “Kneel down.”

            She nervously knelt in front of him thinking he wanted another blowjob. She kept her eyes on the floor and her hands on her knees, waiting for his next instructions.

            “Give me your hands.”

            She lifted her hands and stretched her arms out to him. He gently took her right hand in his hands and carefully examined her wrist, running his fingers lightly over the abrasions she had inflicted on herself from struggling in her bonds the previous night. He picked up a tube of ointment and spread a liberal amount on her wrist, tenderly rubbing it over the wounded areas.

            “You shouldn’t struggle so,” he said quietly. “The cuffs are padded and you still managed to hurt yourself.”

            He finished with the right wrist and moved to the left wrist.

            “Once the ointment has been absorbed do the dishes then you’re free to entertain yourself however you want for the rest of the morning. Since you’re wrists are sore I won’t be able to restrain you with the cuffs.”

            She stole a glance at him through her lashes. He stared hard at her.

            “I can’t let you roam around the room free though because I don’t want to walk in when I get back and have you attack me. How do you suggest I solve this problem?”

            “I won’t attack,” she replied softly.

            He reached out and placed his right index finger under her chin, gently lifting her face so that she looked at him.

            “You say that now but I know you aren’t truly committed to me yet.”

            “Please…”

            He lifted a green leather collar from the table causing her to suck in her breath.

            “No,” she whispered.

            “Don’t move.”

            He placed the collar around her neck and deftly fastened it in place with a tiny padlock. It was tight enough that she couldn’t get her fingers under it but loose enough to allow her to breath. He rose from his seat and moved to the bed. She could hear him moving around but couldn’t see what he was doing. She was surprised when he attached a chain to the collar around her neck. The other end of the chain was fastened to a bolt in the wall above the bed. It was long enough to allow her access to half the room. She could reach the bathroom area, the refrigerator, microwave, sink, table and several cabinets.

            “I’ll be back in a few hours. There are movies if you want to watch them. You can read any of the books and magazines as well.”

            He stepped up behind her and slipped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her to her feet. He fondled her breasts as he nuzzled her neck. Her hands went to the collar around her neck.

            “Please, don’t do this,” she whispered, tears crawling down her cheeks.

            He spun her around to face him.
            “It’s beautiful on you. It matches your eyes. And you’ll look so sexy tonight in just the collar.”

            He smiled evilly before he crushed her lips beneath his. His hands slid under her shirt, molesting her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. He finally pulled away from her.

            “You keep me hard, Cassie. We’ll finish this tonight.”

            He moved past her to retrieve the remote from the table.

            “In the mean time, I hope you enjoy yourself.” He pressed a button on the remote and the speed on the egg vibrating inside her picked up. He smiled at her gasp. He reached around her to pinch and squeeze her right tit as he again increased the speed of the vibration. “Cum for, Cassie, before I have to go.”

            At another gasp from her he increased the speed to the highest level and laid the remote back on the table. He slid his free hand into her panties and began working on her clit. He stroked and pinched her clit in time with the pinches and twists to her breast. He was quickly rewarded by the screams of her climax. He kissed her neck before he released her.

            “You’re gorgeous when you cum, Cassie.”

            He lowered the speed of the vibration but he did not turn it off. He then locked the control in the cabinet.

            “Don’t forget to do the dishes.”

            He left the room while her chest was still heaving as she tried to recover from the orgasm he had induced.

            He thought about her all morning while he ran his errands. He couldn’t wait to get back to her. He had plans for tonight. This would be the night that he took her ass and her pussy. He stopped at the grocery store on the way home to pick up a few last minute items. He wanted tonight’s dinner to be special. He hurried into the shelter and started putting the items he had bought into the tiny freezer for later. He was irritated to see her curled up in a corner of the bed obviously crying. This has to be dealt with once and for all, he thought. He went to the locked cabinet, opened it and removed his supply of toys, setting the crate of items on the table then turned to the bed.

            “Cassie, get up.” When she didn’t respond he threatened her, “Cassie, get your ass off that bed. Don’t make me come over there and pull you off.”

            When she finally started to get up she didn’t move fast enough for him. He stalked over to her and yanked her up. He grabbed the box of tissues and threw it at her.

            “Dry your fucking eyes!”

            She slowly dried her eyes with a tissue and tried to quit crying.

            “I’m tired of you acting like a baby. You’re a grown woman, you need to start acting like one.”

            He grabbed the tissues from her and tossed them away.

            “Stop crying, goddamn it!”

            He ripped the shirt from her and tossed it away, the panties quickly followed. He grabbed a strange looking cuff harness from the crate on the table and fastened it to her arms just above her elbows, forcing her arms behind her back. He then pulled something small from the crate as well as an odd looking item that resembled a chastity belt with bumps on it. He shoved her onto the bed and rammed a small bullet-shaped item up her anus while she screamed wildly. He then slid the belt between her legs, fitting the nubs into her pussy and butt hole so she couldn’t push the egg vibrator or bullet out, quickly fastening it into place and locking it with a small padlock. She was jerked roughly to her feet and pushed away from the bed. He jerked her arms behind her back and bound them just above her elbows, causing her breasts to thrust forward.

            “Please, stop,” she begged softly.

            “Shut up. I’m just getting started.”

            His voice was as angry as his rough handling. He bent over and grabbed a long bar from under the bed. The bar had a cuff on each end which he fastened to her ankles forcing her legs several feet apart. He positioned her in front of the bed before taking a seat at the table, reaching out to take a remote control in each hand. He leaned back in his chair with a malevolent grin on his face.

            “You’re going to cum for me, Cassie. You’re going to cum, and cum, and cum, until I get tired of playing. You need to learn there’s no reason for you to continue to cry. If you want to cry, I’ll damn well give you a reason.”

            He pressed buttons on the controls and she felt the instruments inside her private areas jump into motion. They started at a slow rate but he quickly increased the speed and she was soon gripped in an orgasm. The first had barely passed before she was gripped by another. He started to laugh as she screamed into her third orgasm. Her legs trembled with the need to squeeze them shut but the spreader bar kept her open. After her fifth orgasm her knees gave way and she sank to the floor. He grabbed another toy from his crate and got to his feet. He strode over to her, reached down and grabbed her by her arm, lifting her back to her feet.

            “We’re not done yet, bitch.”

            “Please…”

            He quickly clamped a pair of nipple clamps onto each breast. They were connected by a thin wire and a third wire connected them to another clamp which he attached to her clit. She screamed as each clamp bit into her tender flesh. He stood back and admired his handy work.

            “Just wait, it gets even better,” he said menacingly.

            He went back to his chair and turned the vibrators back on. She moaned when the instruments started back up.

            “Here comes the fun part,” he teased.

            He picked up a third control and pressed a button. She screamed wildly as small shocks surged through her tits and clit. She immediately orgasmed again. He turned up the speed on the egg and bullet inside her as the charges pulsed through her. She screamed and moaned as she reached multiple orgasms finally collapsing again onto the floor, her chest heaving, her body covered in sweat. He put down the remotes and moved to her side again. He knelt next to her and let his hand play through her hair.

            “Please, Cassie, quit crying. Don’t make me punish you again. Next time it won’t be this pleasant.” He caught hold of her arms and lifted her to her feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat dinner.”

            He released the cuffs on her arms and sat her on the edge of the bed. He released the cuffs on her feet and put the spreader bar back under the bed. He removed the collar from around her neck then gently pressed against her shoulders, pressing her down on the bed. When she had reclined back onto the bed he unlocked the belt from around her waist and removed it then removed the egg and bullet. He gathered his supplies and laid them in a bundle on her chair at the table. He went back to the bed and helped her to her feet.

            “Go get in the shower and wait for me,” he ordered as he turned her toward the toilet area. He gave her a gentle shove to send her on her way.

            Cassie moved on unsteady feet to the shower. She opened the shower door and stepped inside. Leaning against the side of the shower stall, she waited silently for him to come to her. He carefully cleaned his toys and put them away before stripping off his clothes and joining Cassie in the shower. He ignored her while he turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. When he was happy with the temperature he turned to her and turned her to face him. Her eyes remained downcast and she docilely obeyed him. He lifted the showerhead from the holder and sprayed down her body then replaced the showerhead. He picked up the soap and rubbed it between his hands getting them very soapy then he put it back on the soap dish and turned back to her. He gently ran his hands over her body, washing her with the soap on his hands, feeling the curves of her body as he went. He caressed, twisted and pinched her breasts and nipples before moving on to her stomach. He slowly lowered his hands to her hips then to her thighs. He let his hands wander between her legs.

            “Please, no more…I can’t…”

            He leaned his head down to kiss her forehead.

            “You don’t have to do anything right now, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

            He turned from her to rinse his hands then lifted the showerhead from the holder again. He gently rinsed the soap from her body again running his hands over her, following the water as he ran it down her form. He hung the showerhead back on its hook and re-soaped his hands. Leaning forward, he kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips. He finally pulled back and stared at her before running his right index finger down along her cheek.

            “Turn around.”

            She silently obeyed his order and turned to face away from him. He began to wash her body again starting with her shoulders. He worked his way down her arms then moved to her back and slowly made his way down to her buttocks. When his washed her hips he slipped his hands down and pushed a finger into her anus, shoving her forward. She put her hands out and caught herself against the shower stall wall as she cried out.

            “Shhh.”

            He again rinsed his hands then took down the showerhead and rinsed the soap from her body. He re-hung the showerhead and turned back to her. He stepped close and reached around her to put his left hand over her tits, his right hand went to her pussy. He pinched and pulled on her nipples as he also rubbed her clit.

            “Please…I’m so sore…”

            “You’ll get used to it, baby. We do this often enough, you won’t be sore anymore,” he whispered as he fingered her pussy, mixing her juices with the water from the shower.

            He drew the wetness back to dampen her other hole and carefully probed it with his fingers. He put first one then two fingers up her anus as she moaned. Finally, he managed to get three fingers up her asshole. He slowly worked his fingers up and down inside her, finger fucking her butt.

            “You’re so damn tight,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to love fucking you in the ass.”

            “Please, no…don’t…”

            He ignored her pleas and removed his fingers, carefully lining up his prick with her asshole and pressed forward. He grabbed her hips and leaned into her forcing his penis further into her anus. She squirmed and yelled trying to pull away from him.

            “Don’t fight me,” His voice had a menacing tone that made her freeze.

            He continued to push inside of her, holding her hips firmly in his hands. She whimpered and squirmed but no longer tried to pull away. He gave a final hard lunge and felt his tool slip fully into her gut as she cried out.

            “God, Cassie, you feel so good,” he crooned. He slid his hands up her body to again grab hold of her boobs. He worked his hands over her chest as he held his prick inside her for a few minutes. He moved his right hand down to rub her clit, continuing to pinch and twist her nipples. He slowly started to slide in and out of her. “I love you, Cassie. You feel so good.”

            She whimpered and moaned as he continued to fuck her ass. His hands worked over her tits and pussy as he slid his dick in and out of her asshole. His moans became louder as his tempo increased. She fought back tears when the pain intensified. He finally grabbed her to him and held tightly as he shot his load deep inside her. He slumped against her, breathing hard. He stood against her, his hands cupping her breasts until his member finally shrank, relaxed and slid from her anus. He kissed her ear and moved his lips down along her neck to her shoulder before pulling away.

            “That was incredible, baby,” he whispered, running his hands through her hair.

            He turned back to the water and lifted the showerhead from its hook. He took the soap and, with the showerhead in hand, turned back to Cassie. He sprayed her back with the water paying particular attention to her ass then hung the showerhead back on its hook. Soaping up his hands again he washed her back again then rinsed her off once more, carefully cleaning her butt. He then lifted a bottle of shampoo from the shelf, wet down her hair and shampooed it then rinsed it. Turning her to face him he stared down at her for a moment before covering her lips with his. He then turned off the water and opened the door to the shower stall.

            “Let’s get dried off and I’ll fix dinner.”

            He guided her out of the shower stall and lifted a large towel from a nearby shelf. He toweled her dry then wrapped a towel around her hair. He dried himself and hung up the towel he had used.

            “Why don’t you dry your hair while I get supper going, alright?”

            “Okay.”

            She went to stand in front of the sink and began brushing out her hair. He went to the kitchen area and pulled two small boxes of frozen lasagna from the tiny freezer along with a small box of frozen garlic bread. He began to heat the meal while Cassie dried her hair. She finished just as he set the meal on the table. He looked up when she laid the hairdryer back on the counter.

            “God, you’re beautiful.”

            He strode across the room and ran his hands through her freshly washed hair. He planted his lips against hers. He slowly pulled back and stood staring down at her.

            “Are you hungry?”

            “Yes,” she lied.

            “Do you like lasagna?”

            “Yes.”

            “Good. I want this evening to be special. Do you prefer white or red wine?”

            “I like white wine. Red wine makes me sick.”

            He smiled as he led her to the table. “I thought you’d be a white wine lady.”

            When she sat down at the table he placed a glass of white wine next to her plate. He quickly retreated to his seat after getting a glass of wine for himself. They ate the dinner in relative silence, only soft music from the stereo kept them company. When they finished he took their dishes to the sink and put them down. He returned to the table and took her left elbow in his hand, lifting her to her feet. He picked up the collar and replaced it around her neck then led her to the bed.

            “Sit down. I’ll put a movie in for us.”

            She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited while he inserted a movie into the DVD player. He removed his shirt, shoes and socks and sat down next to her. Once he started the movie he leaned into the corner against the wall and pulled her to him. He slipped his left arm around her bare shoulders so his hand rested against her breast, his fingers idly played with her nipple as the movie started. Halfway through the movie he pushed her aside so he could stand up and get undressed. He re-claimed his seat next to her and pulled her against his side again. His left arm was again draped over her shoulder and his fingers again went to her nipple. She had laid her hands primly in her lap, her legs stretched out across the bed, her ankles crossed, her head rested in the crook of his neck. He reached over with his right hand and pulled her right hand over to his lap. He wrapped her fingers around his prick and slowly ran her hand up and down his tool. He leaned his head back against the wall, moaning softly.

            “I’ve always loved Casablanca,” he said softly. “It’s one of my favorite movies.”

            “It’s a good movie,” she whispered.

            They watched the rest of the movie in silence. He caressed her breast while working her hand over his tool as it grew stiff again. When the movie ended he switched off the television and turned to pull her into his arms, reclining back onto the bed.

            “You’re so beautiful, Cassie. I still can’t believe we’re finally together.” He pressed his lips to hers and forcefully kissed her for several minutes before finally pulling away. His hands wandered through her hair as he stared into her eyes, whispering to her. “You’re wrists still look tender. I don’t want to cuff you again but I need to restrain you. What I have planned for tonight will hurt you. I’m sorry for that. It’ll only for a minute. I promise it’ll get better. Once your hymen is broken, it’ll feel good.”

            He kissed her again and let his hands move to her breasts before shifting their positions so she was lying flat on her back. His hands traveled back up to wrap around her lower jaw and neck.

            “I need to fasten the collar down, baby. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

            “Please, I won’t fight, I promise.”

            “I’m sorry, baby. I have to. You won’t be able to help it this first time.” He stared down into her eyes as he connected her collar to a chain bolted to the head of the bed. “I won’t tie your arms, okay?”

            “Please.”

            “Do you want the blindfold?” he asked as he caressed her face.

            She shook her head. “Please, don’t.”

            “Okay, we won’t use it.” He smiled down at her as climbed on top of her, forcing her legs apart and slipping between them. “I love you, baby.”

            He covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue between her teeth. His left hand fondled her tits, his right hand slid down between her legs and began to tease her clit. He pinched and squeezed her nipples in rhythm with her clit as his swollen prick prodded her wet pussy. Slowly, he started to push his member inside her, causing her to draw her breath in sharply.

            “Relax, Cassie. It won’t hurt so much if you relax, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

            He continued to let his hands roam over her as his slid further into her cunt. He moved slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his intrusion. He kissed and nibbled on her neck and ear, his hand working on her breasts and clit. He pushed in further, feeling his dick hit the resistance of her hymen he slowed his thrusts. He leaned forward and kissed her lips.

            “I love you, Cassie,” he whispered before thrusting viciously, breaking through her hymen in one plunge.

            She screamed and grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him away, her legs thrashing wildly against the bed. His hands held her hips firmly, once through her barrier he stopped his thrusts and remained still for a moment, waiting for her pain to pass.

            “Oh, God, please stop,” she begged, fighting tears. “It hurts so bad. Please, stop, please.”

            He leaned forward again to kiss her trembling lips.

            “It won’t always hurt, Cassie. Just this once, baby. Believe me, I’ll make you forget the pain in a minute.”

            “Please, stop.”

            “Not now, baby. I’m already halfway there. Even if I wanted to, there’s no way I could stop now. But I don’t want to, Cassie. I love you and I’ve waited so long to fuck you. I’m not stopping now.”

            He waited another moment then started his thrusting again. She cried out but he ignored her cries and pleas. His hands went back to working on her nipples and clit in rhythm with his thrusts. He started slow, gradually picking up speed. She soon forgot the pain and noticed a strange, warm, tingling sensation spreading up from her groin. Her hands slid down his back from his shoulders to his hips, her fingernails pressing into his flesh as he thrust into her. He smiled as her hips began to lift to meet his thrusts. When she finally cried out and her vagina clutched his penis he could hold back no longer. He grunted loudly and shot his load into her. Fully spent, he collapsed on top of her. They both lay panting for several minutes before he finally rolled away to lie next to her.

            “God, Cassie,” he finally whispered.

Blackmail in the Swimming Pool

beachgirl69 on Forced Stories

The night started out like any in the pool. My boyfriend and I, and his little brother were all in the pool just swimming around and relaxing. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Rich (my boyfriend) was called inside by his mother leaving

me with Brian (Rich's Brother). Rich came back out a minute later.

Rich: "Jenna, I have to go drive my parents to the airport. I'll be back home in an hour and a half."

Me: "Ok, no problem!"

With that Rich left and it was just me and Brian left to bide our time until Rich came back. About 5 minutes after Rich left Brian began doing cannon balls into the pool. I suggested that I could do a cannon ball better than he could and

before you know it we were taking turns doing cannon balls into the pool, althou

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gh he beat me out for the most part.

Before I continue let me describe Brian. Brian was 14 years old at the time, about 2 inches shorter than me, and thin as a rail. He was very healthy and in shape for his age, with a tightly packed body. He is caucasian as well, with

black hair cut short in a military style cut.

Anyway, I was very embarrassed that someone 14 years old could beat me at anything, so I challenged him to a swimming competition. We would compete at different styles of swimming and diving. This didn't last very long as we started with

diving into the pool. On my third dive I came up and declared victory, very proud of myself. I raised my arms in the air in triumph, but Brian was laughing at me. I was wondering why he was laughing at me when I looked down and noticed

something horrible!!! My bikini top had come off, and Brian had it in his hand!!! I couldn't believe it, and quickly covered my chest and demanded that he give it back. He refused and I chased him around the pool. Finally he agreed to

let me get it back, and he threw it over the side of the pool onto the grass!!! What nerve I thought to myself, as I very angrily started to pull myself out of the pool when suddenly I felt myself get yanked from behind... he had ripped

my bikini bottom off of me too, and I was in the pool stark naked!!! I tried to chase him and catch him but he got away from me too quickly, and was out of the pool before I could even catch up to him. He grabbed my top off the floor and

waved my bikini at me mockingly. Having no other choice I got out of the pool, trying my best to cover myself. He ran into his house and locked the screen door on me. I couldn't believe this, he had taken the towels too and left me

outside completely naked!

Brian ran out of sight and I panicked as I tried to think of something to do, so I found a pretty well concealed corner and ducked down there out of sight until I could figure out where to go or what to do. Just then Brian came back and

unlocked the door. He yelled to me that if I wanted my clothes back I had to come get it, so I ran inside and chased him all the way into his room. I yelled out for him to give them back to me, as I was getting very angry and frustrated.

As soon as I was in his room he closed the door on me and he tackled me onto the floor while I attempted to get my clothes back. We wrestled around the room and he eventually got the upper hand on me, and I was having trouble with him.

Even though he was 4 years younger than me he was so much stronger than I am, and he managed to get a toy handcuff attached to my left hand and his bed post!!! He then struggled with me and tied up my right arm to his desk using one of

his t-shirts, and he tied my legs together, after considerable struggle.

Here I was buck naked, tied up in my boyfriend's little brother's bedroom, and my boyfriend was going to be home in about 45 minutes. I was panicing and feeling about ready to cry. Then Brian pulled the real killer on me... he took out a

camera and began taking pictures of me completely naked... too many to count. I was helpless and there was nothing I could do. I begged him to stop and finally began crying. He told me that now that he has all these pictures of me naked

he can do anything he wants with me. I told him no and told him to leave me alone. He then told me that if I didn't give in to his demands that he would leave me tied up naked for Rich to find when he got home. I could never let that

happen, because Rich is very sensitive about his brother, and would become furious with the both of us, and who knows what else would've happened. So finally, I reluctantly agreed.

Brian took his clothes off. I stood there looking at a completely naked 14 year old boy with a semi-erect penis. At full erection I would say Brian was about 4 to 5 inches long, with a decent thickness (obviously not close to my

boyfriend, who is 6" and much thicker).

Brian ordered me to begin sucking him off, and I reluctantly did so. I sucked on his penis while he rubbed my tits and fingered me. I tried to not enjoy it, and tried to hate him with every ounce of blood in my body, but slowly his

prodding of me calmed me down. Finally he pulled out of my mouth and told me he was going to fuck me. I begged him not too but he got on top of me and put his member into me. WOW. This turned out to be the absolute best sex I've ever had

in my life. Even though he was smaller than Rich, he just knew how to work me, and seemed to be so much more erotic while doing it. The more Brian fucked me the hornier I got, and found myself getting very into it. This lasted for about

10 minutes and then Brian came inside of me!!! I couldn't believe he did that unprotected and I told him as much but he didn't care. He said I was now his sex kitten.

Brian untied me and gave me back my bikini and told me that from now on I would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted or he would show my pictures to everybody. I agreed under the assumption that he would hold true to his word. Rich

came home, completely unsuspecting, and threw his party that night. He told me later that I acted very awkward that night, and I knew I had spent the entire night pondering what had happened. I thought I would be angry about it at all

but it just turns me on the more I think of it. The night of the party Rich got really bombed towards the end and went to sleep. I went into the shower and Brian came in and told me that I had to suck him off again, and I did so

willingly.

Since then Brian has made demands of me every so often and for the most part I've given in, whether it be sucking him off, letting him fuck me, or even once I let him try anal on me although I'm not too sure I liked it, and I don't think

he did either. I tried denying him once and he showed my pictures to two guys I go to school with who are the biggest nerds in the school! They never say anything to me but I can always see them looking at me lustfully, and it kind of

grosses me out. Since then I haven't said no to Brian, and I've given in to every desire he's ever had.

Perfect timing

Larry_Bear on Forced Stories

I remember thinking to myself, "Damn it's cold tonight!" as I run across the street as I see my bus coming down the stretch. I'm sure glad I remembered to put on my ski mask and gloves! It's almost half past 11 and I can't wait to get home. It's been a long week.

As usual, I sit alone, not in the front and not too far back. I like to see who's riding along with me, especially late at night. There's only four people riding tonight; should be a quiet trip.

There isn't much to see outside the windows, so I scan the bus. I like to look at people and think about their lives while I ride. For the most part, nothing too noteworthy, except for that nice looking woman in the front. She's looking pretty hot, with her short dress and long sexy legs... I watch her for a whi

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le. My eyes wander from her feet up her legs to her thighs, hoping to get a glimpse of the promised land. "It's too bad I can't get a glimpse," I think to myself, "It's not like it's harming anyone..."

She turns a little, and almost bares herself to me pulling the bell line. Did she see me? I sure hope not. I'm getting a little embarrassed, so I stop staring. As the bus pulls to the next stop, I notice she's the only one getting off. It's not too far from my place, maybe I'll follow her for a little while. I get off the bus just a little distance behind her. The are is lit just enough so that I can see her legs just right, along with her sexy sway. I'm getting hard just thinking about how she looks beneath her clothing. I gulp hard and keep following her. She walks up the stairs to her apartment building, and I follow too, acting like a neighbor. She unlocks the door and I grab and hold it for her. She thanks me and proceeds up the stairs to the second floor.

I almost stand completely still at the front door. I can almost see everything from here! I shake it off and proceed to follow her up the stairs. I'm to the point that I can't turn back any longer, my cock won't allow it. She's turned me on too much, and now she's going to pay for it! We walk past the mailboxes. I pull out my keys and act like I'm fumbling for my mail key as she walks up to her door across the hall. "This should be easy," I think to myself. As she pulls out her key and inserts it into her lock, I jump behind her, arm across her mouth. "Let's make this easy for both of us. We'll go inside and be quiet, do you understand?" She nods her head yes, and I open the door for her.

Her apartment is dark. Next to the door is her bathroom, so I push her inside and quietly close the door after turning on the light. I find a towel and tie it around her mouth, "That should keep you quiet, in case you felt like breaking our deal!" I hear a male voice call out down the hall. "Are you alright hon?," he calls. I wait patiently until he opens the door, "Hon?" There is a muffled exclaimation from the woman, followed by a WHACK! I bring both my fists down on the man's head and he falls to the floor. I kick him in the stomach a couple of times to make sure he's not fighting back anymore, then go looking for something to restrain him. I get lucky; duct tape!

I hurry back to the bathroom and wrap his wrists in the greatness that is duct tape, and then his ankles. "That should hold you!," I say to him as I cover his mouth. "As for you...," I say without thinking to the woman, "Let's get you somewhere more fitting." I grab her hair and pull her down the hallway. There are a couple too many doors for my liking, but I find the bedroom at the end of the hall; the door was ajar. I push her down onto the bed. My cock is so hard right now! It's directing me to take off that dress that's hiden its secrets from me now, so I tear it off like tissue paper. In this light, she looks amazing! Her hair is all tossed around on the sheets, her legs semi-spread, and she isn't fighting me at all.

I take off the towel from her mouth. She just lays there, sobbing "Please, take what you want and go. Don't do this..." If she thinks that is going to stop me, she is mistaken. It is only making me harder and less rational. I cover her face with duct tape and begin to fondle her breasts. They feel so good in my hands that I bend down and kiss them. She begins to move, so I slap her face. "Don't stop me. You can't stop me. I won't let you!," I yell at her as I tear her panties off of her. She is beautiful! I have to fuck her!

I hear a noise down the hall. It's a door opening. Both me and the woman look towards it in shock. I see 2 heads poke out from different doors, both teenage in appearance. "Shit! More? You've got to be kidding me!," I exclaim as I storm to the hallway. She must have 2 teenage children, one male one female. I tear off a piece of duct tape and slap it across the boy's mouth quickly, as I knee him in the stomach. The girl just stands there in shock. I grin and slap a piece across her mouth as well. "If I don't get enough from mamma, I can come back for seconds I see!"

She looks to be about 15 or 16, dressed only in a long tee, resembling remarkably of her mother. I push her into the bedroom and tell her not to move. I go back for the boy, and tie him up like his father, but instead of leaving him there, I drag him down the hall; he just might enjoy this!

I sit the boy down on the wall, facing the bed. "Watch. You might learn something!," I say to the boy. The mother is just crying on the bed, so I think it's time to pay her some attention, too. I go back to her breasts and begin sucking on them. "Do you like this? Do you like it when a stranger sucks on your nipples?" She just shys away, refusing to look at me. "You must like it. Just look how you dress! You must want all the men to fuck you!" She shivers a little, but I pay no attention. It's time for action.

I grab her crotch and begin to rub her with my thumb. She is a little wet, so I stick my middle finger inside her. "You just love it when men want to fuck you. It makes you so wet, doesn't it? You're such a filthy whore, and you know it, don't you?" She whimpers a little, but just lays there. I pull down my pants. "You're lucky tonight! Not only did someone want to fuck you, but this time he's well hung!" I whip out my cock. It's bigger than normal tonight. He can't wait to get started on this hot thing laying naked before me.

"It's time for you to get what you wanted, you filthy whore," I say as I climb on top of her. As I put my cock in front of her pussy, it slides in nice and smoothly. It feels so good! "You just love a stranger's cock, don't you?" She just continues to cry. I slide it in and out a few times, each time I can feel her get a little more wet. I like it when a plan comes together! Her daughter starts to try and sneak away while I'm slowly fucking her mother. I stop and grab her ankle. She falls to the floor and her tee exposes everything. I start to think even dirtier thoughts...

I get off of her mother. I search the room and find the telephone. After removing the cord from the wall I tie the daughter's ankles together and lay her next to her mother. I pull her tee over her head, but not completely off, immobilizing her arms. "My fucking God you're hot!," I say to her. "I bet you're a whore like your mother!" I begin rubbing her small but perky breasts while I mount her mother again. This is beginning to be so perfect!

The mother begins to moan a little. I can feel she's really starting to enjoy herself. "Was it really so hard to ask me to fuck you? I obviously would have said yes, you fucking whore" I keep touching the sister while I'm fucking the mother. I had no idea it felt this good to be with two women! The mother begins tightening up around my cock; she must be close! I begin focusing completely on her, holding her close and fucking her hard. She squeezes her legs around my back, moaning louder and louder, breathing faster and massaging my still growing cock. It's so wonderful! I hold as long as I can, but then I have to pull out. "You're not getting my semen that easy, you cock tease!," I yell out, and spray her stomach and breasts with my hot cum. It seems to spray forever; I've never felt this good!

The sister is still laying next to the mother, bound motionless for the most part. She seems to be whimpering, so it attracts my attention a little. "Do you feel left out? Do you want some of this? Are you a jealous little whore, too?," I ask her. She shakes her head no, but I put my hand on her pussy to see if she's lying to me. Sure enough, she's sopping wet. "You're a lying little whore, too! You want some of this!" I never went completely limp, and her pussy is making me hard again. I bend over and begin sucking on her pussy lips, making her squirm and make slight moans. I look up and see her brother, still tied up against the wall.

"Would you like some of this?," I ask him. The boy acts innocent, but I can see that he's been staring. I get up off the bed and pick him up. I cut off the wrist restraints and tell him to start rubbing his mom's tits. "Go ahead. She doesn't mind. She likes it! I promise you won't get in trouble," I assure him. He sits next to his mom and starts fondling her. "See? Doesn't it feel good? Isn't your mom hot? Go ahead and touch her like you want to."

My cock is fully hard again, between watching her son touch his mother, and rubbing the thighs of a virgin teen goddess. I have to have them both! I grab her and roll her onto her knees. Her face is firmly planted into the sheets, with her hot ass up in the air, just waiting for my hot cock. I plunge right in. She's the tightest I've ever had. It feels so good around my cock. Just like her mother, she claims to not want it, but she responds too well to not want my cock. She begins to cum long before me, over and over again she cums for me. "Do you want to fuck your mother?," I ask the son. "Her hot pussy is still ready. She can come for her son. If she loves you, she'll make you feel so good." I keep telling him to fuck his mother until he takes off his pants. Sure enough, he's hard as a rock. He appologizes to his mother, but still slides it in. "Don't appoligize to that whore! She wanted it. She wants every man's cock!" He begins to rock back and forth inside his mother. I can tell he's enjoying himself. I am too, inside this teenage whore who won't stop cumming for me. "You're such a whore! Your pussy keeps cumming and cumming for my cock! Don't tell me it's not, I can feel it! It feels so good!"

The son pulls out of his mother, and I tell him, "Don't do that! Stay in! Fill her up with your love for her! Show her how much you love her and appreciate all she does for you!" He just nods and sticks it back in. Before long he's groaning and stops thrusting. I can tell he came hard. His mother did too. It makes me feel good to know that I made 2 people feel this good together. That reminds me, I better pull out!

I just about explode inside her. I quickly roll her onto her back again, then rip the tape from her mouth. "Swallow it! Swallow every drop of what you caused me to produce!," I say as I shove it into her mouth. I feel the back of her throat as I lunge inside her hot mouth. As I fuck her mouth I finally explode. I feel her mouth fill, as I yell again "SWALLOW!" and smack her. She almost chokes but obeys me. It feels so good to fuck her tiny mouth and have her suck it all down.

"Can I fuck her too?," The brother asks me. I nod and throw him the duct tape. "They're all yours. Do what you want!" As the boy hungrily mounts his sister, I sit next to the mother. She looks so beautiful, all flushed from her orgasms, laying naked before me. I brush her face gently and thank her for a good time. I ask the boy if they have a camera. He nods and points to the bedroom closet. It's a nice digital camera. I remove the duct tape from their mouthes and turn it on. I take several revealing shots before putting my pants on. "You won't say anything about this night. I know plenty of people who would pay a good price for these pictures. I think we had a pretty good night, and I don't need anyone turning around and reneging on our little agreement, hmm?" I begin walking out the door, listening to brother and sister grunting and groaning from each other's pleasure. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I do such good things for people...

Sweet Sweet Nicole

jslee3725 on Forced Stories

2: 45 PM

   I sat in my car, watching. Searching the streets for the right girl. I looked toward the school. Just searching for that right girl. A blonde girl passed me. I would've chose her, but she dressed too slutty. I needed someone innocent...

   I saw a group of girls. One stood out. Long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. And light green eyes. Gentle features on her face. Her face was cute. Tight jeans and a sweater. I could see she had around a B or a C cup breasts. She had nice sexy legs. She looked young. Maybe younger then 14. She was sexy, but innocent.

   Few minutes later, she broke off from her group of friends. She started to walk. I got out of my car, and f

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ollowed her. There were enough people on the street to follow her without being noticed. I looked at her tight ass. I followed her to her house. It was pretty big.

   I wrote down the adress on a piece of paper. I got back to my house and started to formulate a plan...

   6:30 AM

   I sat in my car, and watched the girl's house. 6:34 AM. A man wearing a suit leaves the house. 6:50 AM. A woman, wearing a blouse, and a knee-length skirt leaves the house. She was holding a purse and a jacket. She had blonde hair, probably D-cup breasts, was extremely sexy. In mid thirties.

   But she was different. She didn't seem like the slutty blonde type. I could tell where the girl got her looks. She got in a mini-van and drove off. I waited till 7:00 AM.

   I got out of my car, and walked toward her house. I rang her bell. Few minutes later, the girl from yesterday came out. She was wearing loose shorts and a tank-top. Her hair was messed up. She was so cute in that outfit.

   "Who - " Her sentence was cut off as I pushed her inside, and locked the door. She looked stunned. "What are - " I pressed my hand over her mouth.

   "I do not want to hurt you. Be a good girl and you won't get hurt." I looked at her eyes, and saw fear. I slowly took away my hands. She didn't make a sound. I bound her wrist and ankle with extreme speed. To this, she strained to free herself.

   "My parents can give you money. Please let me go. Please!" She was breaking into sobs. I ignored her and blindfolded her. She started to scream. I stuffed a small cloth and gaged her. Muffles came out as she tried to speak.

   I grabbed her, and flung her on my shoulder. My hand stroked her exposed thigh. She shivered and fought back. I grabbed her tightly. I unlocked the front door, and peered outside. There was no one.

   I opened the door, and sprinted toward the car. All the while, the girl fought back. I opened the door, and stuffed her inside. I grabbed a piece of rope on the backseat, and tied her ankles with her wrist.

   I got into the front seat, and drove to my house. I got her down into the basement. I took off her blindfold and gag. I cut the rope binding her wrist to ankle. But I kept her wrist and ankle bound. I laid her on the sofa. "Be a good girl, and be quiet, ok?"

   She just nodded. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was so cute and sexy.

   "When does your aprents get home?"

   She stared at me with fear for a while. "A little after 5..."

   "What's the home phone number?"

   "It's... 843-1056..." I wrote it down on a paper.

   "What's your name?"

   "It's Nicole... Why are you asking me all this?"

   "To get to know you better. Be a good girl." I walked out of the basement, and went upstairs. I have to wait till 5... I thought to myself.

   5:10 PM. I called Nicole's house. 3 rings passed before a female answered the phone. "Hello?"

   "Hi." I answered back.

   "Who are you?"

   "I have your daughter, Nicole. Come to 59604 Eber St. Do not call the police. Your daughter's life hangs in the balance. I do not need money. I will tell you what I want when you get here." Before she could respond, I hung up.

  

   5:20 PM

   There was a knock at my door. "Come in!" I shouted.

   The door opened, and Nicole's parents came in. I could see fear in their eyes. "Do not move. Get down on the floor. Hands away from the body." They slowly got on the floor. I grabbed several pieces of rope, and walked over.

   I bound the guy first. I made sure he couldn't move. "Where's our daughter?" The women asked.

   "She's fine. Don't worry. What's your name?" I asked

   "It's... Lucy..." I grabbed Lucy and flung her on my shoulder. I dragged the guy unto a sofa. I took Lucy down to the basement. "Nicole!"

   "Mom!" A relief came over both of them.

   I sat Lucy down. She tried to walk to Nicole. I stopped her. "First, you have to do what I tell you. Strip for me."

   She stared at me in surprise. "But..."

   "Strip. Now!" I shouted. She hesitated, but her hand slowly traveled to her blouse. She started to unbutton it. Her sexy black bra started to come into view.

   "Mom..." Nicole called out.

   "It's okay Nicole... Promise me... that you won't lay a finger on Nicole."

   I just kept looking at her. She took off her blouse. She unzip her skirt, and let it fall to the ground. As expected, she was wearing white panties. She placed her hands behind her back, and unclasped her bra. It fell, and her nice tits bounced out. They were big, but they didn't sag down. She placed her hands on her panties, and slowly took them down.

   Her pussy was nice and shaven. I saw a bit of her juice glistening on her pussy. I placed a chair right in the center of the room, and sat down. I took of my pants and boxers, and sat down. My 9 inch glory stood hard. "Suck it bitch."

   "What? That's disgusting!" She shouted.

   "You've never done oral before? What kind of a husband is he? SUCK IT!" I shouted. She slowly made her way over, and kneeled. I shifted my chair so Nicole would have full view of what was going on. Lucy opened her mouth a little, and placed the tip of my cock inside her mouth.

   She was horrible. She seemed to try, but she sucked at sucking my cock. After 5 minutes, I took it out. "Since you didn't make me cum, I will have to use your pussy." I said as I turned her over, and putting her on all fours.

   Her tight ass wagged in the air. Her pussy was wet. I gave a light squeeze on her clit, and a instant moan came. I placed the tip of my cock on her pussy. I rammed my whole 9 inches inside. A half moan and half scream came from her. I started to fuck her slowly at first. I grabbed her nipple and squeezed it. She twisted in pleasure.

   "Your pussy is so tight!"

But as I built up momentum, her moans became louder. Her pussy tightened as time went by.

   "AAh!" She moaned as she had her orgasm. Her pussy contracted as she came. But I didn't cum yet.

   I was close to cumming. I took out my cock at the last moment. I placed the tip of my cock right on her asshole, and came. Some of my cum went inside her rectum, most of it splattered on her asshole. Her breathing was hard.

   After a moment, I placed my cock on her asshole again. "Wait... I never did it... on my ass..." She managed to say.

   "What kind of a husband is he? With a sexy wife like this?" I pressed my cock slowly inside. "My cum will work as a lube. Don't worry." But my cock was a monster. She grunted in pain as my cock penetrated her anus.

   I started to fuck her gently. "Oh... God... Your so tight!" I shouted as I fucked her. She managed a small moan. I grabbed her nipple, and twisted them. Droplets of her breast milk came out. She moaned louder as I fucked her. She pressed her ass back toward me, wanting more.

   I gave her a nice hard slap on her ass cheek. She moaned in pleasure. "OH god! It feels so good!" She shouted as she moaned. She started to play with her clit and pussy. I went deep as I came. At the same time, she came too with a loud moan. Her moan was so sexy.

   I still had my cock inside her. I started to pull it out, when I had an urge to pee. While inside her, I just peed. "Your peeing in me! That's disgusting!" She shouted. I finished, and took it out. But before she could take out my cum and piss, I grabbed a butt plug, and inserted it on her asshole.

   I turned it on, and it instantly came to life as it buzzed. "Ooooh..." She moaned as she lay on her back. Her hand traveled down to her pussy. Her left hand squeezed her nipple. I took a camera and took pictures of her. I looked at Nicole. She was looking at her Mom masturbating.

   I looked at her shorts, and right on her crotch was a large damp spot.

   "What a Naughty girl you are Nicole. You should be punished." I said with a smile. I started to approach her...

Part 2 coming up soon.

Man Pet

jezlady on Forced Stories

Man Pet

 

            “Then kill him,” Conner Web spoke into his cell phone in a soft anger-filled voice and flipped in closed to end the call. He slipped the phone into his jacket pocket and left the den, returning to the noisy party in his ballroom.

 

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            It had been ten months since her husband had been murdered and the police were still unable to tell Valerie Delayhoe who had been responsible. She was not amused by their ineptitude. Determined to find the ones responsible and make them pay, she hired a private investigator. The man had been expensive and nearly died getting her the information she so dearly wanted but now she had it. She opened his final report and read it with ever-growing wonder and hatred.

            “He will pay,” she finally announced to the empty office. David’s office. Her dead husband’s office.

            She started planning as she closed the file the detective had given her. It would cost her even more but it would be worth every cent she spent to see Conner Web crawling at her feet, begging her to stop. A slow smile spread across her beautiful face, her thick, luscious lips turning upward in what appeared to be half a smile and half a snarl.

            Rising to her feet, her long auburn locks fell in waves down her back and rustled lightly against her silk suit. Her round, full hips sashayed across the room when she walked. Her 5’4” frame held her 110 pounds nicely, with curves in all the right places. Valerie was a small woman with a large attitude that glowed in her big, green eyes.

            She would spend the next five months preparing her basement for Mister Conner Web. Then, when the appropriate opportunity arose, he would be her new pet.

 

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            Conner paced the length of his living room, a storm brewing in his black eyes. He raked a hand through his thick, rich black hair, causing a lock of his bangs to fall forward onto his forehead. He absently swatted at it in irritation but it was now obstinately out of place.

            “Damn it, where the hell is that limo! If they make me late enough to miss my flight, heads will roll.”

            He jerked around at the sound of his doorbell. Striding forward in a rush he almost colliding with the maid.

            “I’ll get it, Mae,” he growled at her.

            “Yes, sir,” she whispered and disappeared into the bowels of the house.

            He jerked the door open to find a driver standing at attention.

            “Well, it’s about goddamn time.”

            “Sorry, sir. There was a problem –”

            “I don’t give a damn about your problems. My luggage is in there.” Conner pointed a suitcase and suit bag stacked neatly at the foot of a long staircase outside the living room.

            “Yes, sir.” The driver whispered and stepped past him to retrieve the luggage.

            “I’d better not be late to the airport. I have a scheduled flight I have to catch.” Conner informed the man as he followed him to the waiting stretch limo.

            “You’ll be there on time, sir,” the driver replied softly.

            The driver put Conner’s bags in the trunk of the limo then opened the door for Conner. As he climbed into the back of the limo Conner was careful not to catch his pantleg against the car door. He didn’t want his silk suit ruined by mud from the limo service. He scooted to the middle of the seat and stretched out his long legs. His 6’6” height was mostly from his long legs. It felt good to stretch out in the limo. He hated small cars.

            Conner settled in for the long ride to the airport from his estate. He passed over the cheap champagne and reached for the more expensive bottle of chilled white wine that he’d ordered. Pouring himself a glass, he kicked off his shoes and relaxed, enjoying the soft, sensual music playing in the back of the limo. He leaned his head back against the seat and sipped the wine. God, that tastes good, he thought. Closing his eyes and relaxing, he let the music seep into his soul, comforting and relaxing him as he drank his wine. By the time he had finished his first glass and was onto his second he started to feel numb and a little dizzy. He knew something was wrong he just wasn’t sure what it was. He leaned up and pressed the intercom button to buzz the driver.

            “Stttooop,” he slurred into the speaker. He fell back into the seat with a puzzled look on his handsome face. His dark eyes were glazed. What the hell? he wondered to himself.

            A few minutes later he noticed the car was still moving. He tried to lean forward again but his body refused to obey him. When he tried to yell at the driver his shout came out as a timid grunt. The wine glass he held in his right hand suddenly landed on the floorboard with a gently thump. His eyes wandered down in an attempt to focus on the glass. Instead, they slid closed and a warm darkness settled over him.

 

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            Conner slowly awoke to a strange coolness on his skin. His mind was hazy and he was confused. Cold, he thought, I’m cold. He tried to reach down to pull the blankets up around his shoulders but couldn’t move his arms. What the…? he wondered. His mind was addled, he couldn’t think straight. He fought to open his eyes and barely managed to peep through his long, thick dark lashes. Where the hell am I? He suddenly heard a low moan then realized it had escaped from his own lips.

            Slowly, his senses returned and Conner managed to open his eyes to look around and survey his surrounding. He was not amused at what he found. He seemed to be in some type of prison, his arms chained above his head. He sat, naked on a cement floor, his legs drawn out in front of him and spread, his ankles chained him in place. There was some type of collar around his neck as well. He could feel it but couldn’t see it. It held him in place against the block wall. His gaze traveled around the room and took in the various implements hanging on the walls and sitting within his sight. It looked like some kind of macabre scene from a medieval torture chamber.

            Conner had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in the cold, dank cellar-room, as he thought of it. He was cold, hungry and thirsty. And he damn well wanted to know where he was and what the hell was going on. He finally caught a hint of sound and tried to turn his head in the direction he thought he’d heard something. A small shadow seemed to loom out of the darkness toward him. As it neared he realized it was someone dressed in a tight, black catsuit complete with face mask. The person was petite, tiny even, but they carried a long black whip in one hand. He stared at this intruder defiantly.

            “Where the hell am I?” he demanded.

            The whip crashed down across his legs, drawing a scream from him. He stared up at the tiny woman. The curves he saw in the catsuit convinced him it had to be a woman.

            “Who are you?” he growled at her.

            She swung the whip again, lashing him across the chest this time.

            “What the fuck do you want?” His breath came in heavy gasps as he tried to fight the pain.

            She struck him again. He screamed and jerked. He remained silent but started up at her defiantly. Slowly, she pulled the whip back and swung forward striking him again, landing the blow across his legs again. He screamed in pain.

            He watched as she laid the whip aside on a nearby table and picked something else up. She walked slowly forward, toward him, tapping her left hand with a riding crop that she held in her right hand. When she drew near enough she used the riding crop to strike him on his inner thighs. At first the strikes were soft but then she strengthened her blows and they became progressively harder. When he finally cried out she stopped.

            She stood over him, her feet on either side of his spread legs. Squatting over him she reached out with her left hand and fondled his long, thick prick.

            “Very nice,” she whispered softly. “I knew you’d be worth my money.”

            When he opened his mouth to speak she raised the riding crop threateningly. He swallowed hard and closed his mouth.

            “And you learn quickly too.”

            She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his as she slid her hand up his cock. He felt her hand tighten around his balls, her mouth pressing hard against his. The pressure of her fingers became unbearable around his balls, he opened his mouth to cry out and she slid her tongue inside his mouth as she released the pressure on his balls. Her fingers gently massaged his prick and balls while her tongue explored his mouth. The riding crop ran gentle circles around his nipples. Finally, she pulled away from and stood up, staring down at him.

            “You may actually be trainable,” she eventually announced. She rubbed the riding crop up and down his chest as she spoke to him. “From now on, you belong to me. I bought and paid for you. You will address me as Mistress. You will only speak when I allow you to speak. You will only eat, piss and shit when I allow you to. And you will only cum when I say you can. Do you understand so far?”

            He stared up her with defiance in his eyes, remaining silent. The riding crop smacked hard against his inner thigh dangerously close to his crotch.

            “Ow! Shit!”

            “I do not repeat myself, slave. I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

            She stared at him for a moment the smacked him with the riding crop again on the other leg.

            “What if I don’t agree to your terms?” he asked boldly.

            She smiled. Turning from him she walked back to the table and laid the riding crop aside and picked something else up.

            “I was hoping you’d have that attitude,” she replied as she approached him.

            He watched her warily as she knelt between his legs and fastened something around his prick and balls. Then she reached up to pinch his nipples.

            “Play time,” she announced, rising to her feet. “At least, for me it is.”

            She turned around and strode back to the table. Picking up a small remote, she turned back to face him. She gave him a wicked smile and winked then pressed a button. A small shock jolted his prick causing him to jerk and grunt.

            “Isn’t this fun already?” she asked seductively.

            “For who?” he replied.

            She laughed and pressed another button. His cock and balls twinged with pain as electricity jolted through them. He jerked and tried to suppress a grunt. He gripped the chains binding his wrists to the wall. She pressed the button again and his body jerked spasmodically again.

            “Shit,” he grunted.

            “Again?” she asked.

            He stared up at her malevolently.

            “Good,” she said.

            She pressed and held the button. He felt a higher, longer shock and clenched his jaw tightly, clenching the chains holding him to wall.

            “God,” he huffed when it finally ended.

            “One more?” she asked sweetly.

            His head hung limply against his chest. He stared up at her through his lashes, unable to lift his head, refusing to answer her. She shrugged nonchalantly.

            “Okay,” she said.

            She pressed the button again, holding it down. He fought the current but couldn’t stand the pain. Finally, he lost his battle and cried out. She released her hold on the button.

            “Now,” she said with authority. “Do you understand the rules as I’ve given them so far?”

            “Yes,” he panted in a whisper.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress.”

            She dropped the remote on the table and moved to kneel between his spread legs. Gently, she removed the restraints from around his cock and balls and laid it aside. Her soft fingers tenderly caressed his prick while she stared at him.

            “Good,” she said softly, watching him breathe heavily.

As his breathing slowed she leaned forward and kissed his neck then slowly worked her way down his to his chest where she nibbled lightly on his nipples while her hands worked his cock. His breathing changed again and he grew stiff in her hands. She watched his already large prick grow enormous in her tiny hands while she kissed and nibbled on his chest and played with his cock and balls. When she felt his balls tightening she released her grip on him and moved away. His eyes snapped open and he watched in silent agony as she walked into the darkness.

 

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Conner had almost drifted off to sleep in his misery when he heard a sound and jerked completely awake to find a large, powerfully built black man towering over him. The man leaned down and opened the shackles holding Conner’s wrists to the wall.

“Lean forward,” the man said in a deep, rich baritone voice.

“Who –”

“You must not speak,” the man interrupted him. “I am called Cree. I was sent to take you to be cleaned.”

“Where –”

“You must not speak. If you speak I was instructed to gag you.”

Conner held his tongue and bent forward at the waist as far as he could since his neck was still attached to the wall. Cree slowly lowered his arms and moved them to refasten his restraints behind his back. His shoulder muscles screamed in pain at the movement after being held in one position for so long.

“How long have I been here?” Conner asked.

“Please, no speaking,” Cree insisted. “Once more and I will gag you.”

Cree grasped Conner’s shoulder and pulled him upright, back against the wall again. He then moved to Conner’s feet and unlatched the manacle of his right foot from the floor. He fastened a short chain to the manacle and slowly pulled Conner’s leg toward his still-bound left leg. He fastened the chain to the manacle on Conner’s left leg and released his foot from the floor. He then moved back to Conner’s trapped neck and fastened a leash to the collar around Conner’s neck before releasing him from the wall.

“Come,” Cree said.

Conner struggled to get up from the cement floor. His muscles were stiff from the stationary position he’d been trapped in and being bound in such a way made it difficult to rise. Cree put a hand on his elbow and helped him to his feet. Then Cree took the end of the leash in his massive right hand and led Conner forward. Conner quickly found that he had to walk with a shuffling gait to keep from tripping himself in the legirons. He was used to walking with a long, confident stride, not this shorter, confined stride. He was led to an elevator and directed inside. Cree took him up three floors then once again led him forward. The plush surroundings did not go unnoticed by Conner. Who ever his captor was, she definitely was in the upper-echelon of the city’s wealthy.

“You will bathe here,” Cree announced.

Conner was astonished. The bathroom he had been led to was incredible. A large sunken tub dominated the center of the pale blue room. The tub was already filled to with hot water. Conner could see the steam rising from it and he caught a sweet scent in the air. Probably something in the water, he thought, some kind of bathoil or something. Cree led him to the tub and motioned for him to sit on a low stool next to it. Conner sat down and waited. Cree knelt in front of him and removed the legirons from his ankles. He laid them aside the moved to release Conner’s arms as well.

“Get in the tub now, please,” Cree said.

Conner looked up at the other man suspiciously as he rubbed his sore wrists. Slowly, he got to his feet and started forward, toward the sunken tub. Cree followed him closely. As Conner descended the steps into the tub he noticed a built-in bench running completely around the tub with small notches equal distances around the wall of the tub at the rim. When he was standing on the floor of the tub he felt a tug on the collar around his neck. He turned to see Cree locking the leash attached to his collar into on of the notches at the tub rim.

“You can relax and bathe for a little while. Mistress may be in later.” Cree nodded at him then disappeared back through the door they had entered through.

Conner was alone again. He slowly sank down in the warm water and sat down on the bench seat. Surprisingly, he found it quite comfortable to sit on. It seemed to covered with some type of padded material. He felt along the edge but could find no seams. Leaning back against the wall of the tub he stretched his legs out in the hot water.

“Bathe?” he asked aloud of no one.

He glanced around at his immediate surroundings and noticed a soap dish nearby. He reached toward it and found he could just reach its contents. Hanging on a small rod at the rim of the tub was a large, heavy washcloth. He reached out and grasped it. Using the procured items he started to wash the dirt and grime of his cellar captivity from his well-muscled body. Once he was satisfied that all the dirt was gone and he felt clean again he laid the soap and washcloth aside then leaned back and enjoyed the warmth of the water.

Conner’s eyes flicked open at the sound and feel of bubbles lapping around him. He jerked his head away from the tile floor where he’d rested it and looked around. He still sat in the sunken tub and the water was still hot so he hadn’t slept long. But now it ebbed and bubbled furiously like some kind of wild whirlpool. His head swiveled around and he finally saw a tiny, petite form standing on the opposite side of the tub at one end.

Her face was still covered by a mask but her uxorious auburn hair fell in waves around her body. A black silk robe was wrapped tightly around her and belted at her tiny waist. She stared down at him, a small smile playing about her lips.

“Feeling better?” she finally asked.

“Am I allowed to answer that?” he replied.

“Only if you address me properly.” She walked to the edge of the tub and dropped her robe.

He couldn’t help himself, he gasped at what he saw. She was absolutely exquisite. His eyes were riveted to her taut body as she entered the water, her hair fanning out on the water behind her. She walked around the tub, eventually ending up next to him but just out of his reach. He stared, mesmerized, as the water bubbled under and around her breasts.

“Are you feeling better now?” she asked again.

His eyes trailed up her body to stare into her green ones.

“Yes,” he whispered, adding “Mistress.”

Conner’s eyes never left her as she swayed softly in front of him.

“Good because you’ll be feeling worse again in a little while.” She smiled sweetly at him as she said this.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“I have lots of plans for you, pet. They’ll all be fun for me but I’m not so sure you’ll find them as amusing.”

“Wh –”

She held up her hand with one finger aloft. “Ah-ah-ah. I don’t remember giving you permission to speak and I don’t think my memory is that bad yet.”

Conner looked pointed at her empty hands and winked.

“What exactly are your plans? How long have I been here anyway?”

She ignored him as she moved to the closest end of the tub and reached into a basket sitting close to the edge of the tub. She slowly moved back to stand in front of him again and held up a small remote then pressed a button on it. His eyes grew large when he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. His hands went automatically to the collar around his neck.

“Don’t push me, pet. I’d hate to drown you.”

Conner stared at her in frustration, hatred and terror. He couldn’t move even when he heard a noise behind him. When he finally gained control of his emotions he turned his head enough to keep her in his line of sight but also see what was going on behind him. Cree was setting up some kind of massage table in the room behind him. Conner turned his full attention back to her.

She laid the remote on the tile floor behind her and moved forward, toward Conner’s trapped body. Her fingertips traced lightly up over his chest and down his arms. There was a slight wave in the water when she gave a little jump and suddenly she was sitting on his lap, her legs straddling his. He could feel himself start to stiffen. He knew she felt it to when she giggled.

“You’re so easy, pet.”

He opened his mouth to reply but the put her right forefinger over his lips to silence him.

“Shhh. You talk too much. Must I strap a cock gag in your mouth to keep you silent?”

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head from side to side. She smiled again.

“Good. I like having your mouth available for kissing.”

She leaned forward and covered his lips with hers.

Conner decided he even though he wasn’t sure what game she was playing, he would go along with it long enough to get between those silky-smooth legs of hers. God, those creamy thighs and that gorgeous pussy will be worth all this, he thought as his tongue dueled with hers.

She pulled away from him and scooted back on his lap far enough to reach between them and grasp his prick in her hands. Her fingers gingerly caressed, rubbed, pulled and worked his rod to a full erection before she finally stopped. He was disappointed when she climbed from his lap and the water then began drying herself off. Once she was dry Cree unfastened Conner’s leash from the edge of the tub and tugged on it.

“You must come out now,” Cree insisted.

Conner stood up and climbed from the water. When he reached for a towel she slapped his hand away and took it herself. She used the towel to dry his arms and torso then slowly moved down his body, drying the water from him. She took special care to dry his ass, genitals and between his legs. He held her shoulders as she dried his feet. When he was dry Cree led him by his leash to the massage table. As he approached it he noticed it was actually a modified massage table. It had handcuffs and anklecuffs built on to it and it was much wider than a typical massage table.

“Get on the table, please,” Cree instructed. “On your stomach.”

Conner glanced over his should at the petite woman standing behind him. Then he cautiously climbed onto the table. He laid his head in the hole meant for this and tried to relax. He started to panic a bit when Cree pulled his arms apart and fastened one of the handcuffs around his left wrist.

“Don’t struggle,” Cree instructed him.

A hand smacked hard against his ass as Cree spoke. He jerked from the impact of the strike then settled down again. Cree locked his other wrist into the remaining handcuff. The big black man disappeared from his view but he soon felt the man’s hands on his legs. Cree was fastening the other cuffs around his ankles. When he again started to struggle a hand came down savagely against his bare buttocks. He immediately stopped struggling but the tiny woman gave him an extra smack as a reminder. Once the cuffs were all locked Cree also fastened the collar to the table making Conner practically immobile.

He immediately felt her hands roaming over his body. Her touch was firm but gentle, awakening a passion in him. Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet on his ass cheeks. He grunted and jerked, trying to pull away. Her breath was warm against his ear.

“Lie still or I’ll have to punish you again,” she whispered.

Her fingers smoothed the cool gel around his ass and into his asshole. He grunted and bit his lip, trying to stay quiet.

“No!” he growled when her finger slid into his ass.

A hard smack across his shoulders with the riding crop was his reward. His arms flexed against the wrist restraints as she continued to move her finger in and out of his asshole. He clenched his fists and his fingernails bit into soft flesh when she shoved a second finger into his asshole.

“You men always want to fuck women in the ass. How’s it feel, pet?”

He grunted in response. She struck him across the shoulders with the riding crop again.

“How’s it feel, pet?” she demanded, shoving her fingers up his ass as far as she could get them.

“It – hurts – Mistress,” Conner finally groaned through gritted teeth.

She leaned down over him without removing her fingers from his ass and put her lips against his ear.

“Good, pet. It’ll hurt worse in a minute, when I stick your fucking tail up your ass.”

She stood up and pulled her fingers from his ass. His relief was short-lived though. He immediately felt something hard and thicker poking at his anal entrance. God, what the hell is she doing? he wondered desperately. He felt a round ball-like object finally push past his sphincter and a short rod pass up his anal canal. Then he felt something soft slide up the outside of his ass along his spine and something fluttered against his back. He heard running water then her hands were running through his hair.

“All done, pet. At least on the back. Now we’ll do the front and then we’ll be finished for tonight.”

He felt her nibble on his ear then her tongue was in his ear. His prick started to harden again. Cree freed his ankles from their restraints then moved to his wrists.

“Sit up,” Cree instructed him once he was free of the restraints.

Conner slowly moved around on the table and sat up. He definitely felt strange though. Something was still lodged in his ass. He started to look over his shoulder to see what was tickling his back when Cree reached forward and placed cuffs on his wrists again. His arms were locked across each other this time then pulled up so his hands were pressed to his chest. Cree then ran a long chain over his shoulder and fastened it to the table behind him. The tiny auburn-haired woman was standing in front on him now, staring at him.

“You’re gorgeous, pet.” He stared at her in defiance. “I know you’ve heard that probably a thousand times before from as many women. This time, however, the woman is in charge.”

She smiled up at him as she knelt between his legs.

“Wh –”

She smacked him hard on the inner thigh just below his groin.

He let out a frustrated sigh and stared at her in anger. Cree cuffed Conner’s left ankle and pulled it away from her then attached his foot to a leg of the table. He moved to the other side and repeated his movements with Conner’s right ankle. When he was finished the woman reached up and slipped a leather strap around Conner’s cock and balls, dividing them and fastening it tightly around his genitals. She added a tiny padlock then clipped a long leash to the thing as well. The clip on the leash had a combination lock which she turned so the numbers were unaligned and the thing locked in place.

Cree unlocked his ankles then locked his wrists behind his back. He felt something soft and feathery tickling his hands and wondered what the hell they’d done to him. Cree silently crept from the room and the woman led him around the sunken tub through a door on the other side into a large, dark bedroom. The bed drew Conner’s eyes as it sat on a dais in the center of the room and was covered in black satin. Mirrors cover the walls and as Conner looked around he stopped abruptly.

“Christ!” He said in alarm.

She stopped and turned to look at him, her green eyes full of amusement.

“Why not, pet? You men have your pony girls.”

Conner suddenly felt sick. He stared at his reflection. His proud, well-muscled 6’6” frame stood fully erect. His thick black hair was mussed but still looked acceptable. It was the fucking horse tail sticking out of his ass that bothered him along with the leash attached to his cock. This had to stop. Her little game had gone quite far enough. He set his jaw and turned cold eyes on her.

“Don’t even think about it, pet. You might be bigger than me and even outweigh me, but I have my hands to use and you don’t. I’ll pull you fucking balls off if you try anything. And don’t forget your collar either. I have several remotes for it throughout the house. I could electrocute you if I really wanted to.”

“Why?” he hissed.

“You killed my husband,” she said simply. “Since you took my lover, my friend, my life away, you’ll have to do as far as sex. The rest, well, he’s irreplaceable.” She looked away from him. “At least I have a fuck toy now.”

She yanked on the leash and he stumbled forward from the pressure on his balls. He unwillingly followed her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling down on his leash as she sat.

“On your knees, pet.”

He knelt because she gave him no choice. She pulled the leash forward, forcing his to shuffle forward on his knees, until she could lock it into place on bedrail. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs in front of his face.

“Lick me. Eat me. Make me feel good.”

She waited a few minutes and when he didn’t follow her instructions she picked up the remote laying on the bed next to her and pressed a button. He jerked spasmodically and stifled a groan. When she finally released the button he fell forward into her waiting snatch, breathing hard.

“Do it,” she ordered.

She waited a few seconds for him to catch his breath. She was ready to press the button again when she felt his tongue against her slit.

“This is your life now, pet,” she crooned to him as he licked her. “Get used to it. No one will come for you. You are completely mine now. I own you, Conner Web. You are my pet to use however I want. Satisfy me well and I might decide to be gentle with you.”

She felt his tongue slip into her slit and then vibrate quickly against her clit.

“I meant what I said earlier. You can’t cum until I say you can. And you can’t cum until I do.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently nipped it.

“Oh,” she moaned. “At least you know how to do something,” she whispered.

He snuck a peek at her from under his lashes as he continued to nip and suck at her clit. He let his tongue play along her cunt, caressing it, before he shoved his tongue inside her ad sucked her clit again.

“Oh, yeah, God, yeah.”

Conner moaned low in his throat as he pushed his tongue into her pussy again. Then he sucked her clit between his teeth and gently nipped it, moan low again.

“Oh, God!” she cried as she squeezed her legs closed around his head, cumming hard on his mouth. He sucked down her sweet nectar as she filled his mouth with her cum.

Her legs finally relaxed and he sat back on his heels listening to her breathing return to normal. When she eventually sat up he wasn’t sure what to expect. She reached down and released his leash from the bedrail and pulled him by his arms onto the bed, pushing him down on his back. He moaned when the tail moved in his ass. She reached down, unlocked the padlock and removed the leather separator from around his cock and balls. He already felt better. Then she climbed on top of him and started working his prick with her hands. She had him erect in seconds.

“You’re going to fuck me, pet,” she said as she stared into his eyes.

He didn’t even try to argue. She moved to slowly his hard rod at her hot entrance then she leisurely slid down his pole, inserting it inside herself. Her warm, wet slit felt wonderfully tight around him and he soon lost himself in the feeling. The strangeness of the tail up his ass was soon forgotten in the heat of their fucking. She rode him hot and hard, bouncing up and down above him on the bed. Her fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples as she danced on his cock. He was almost ready to explode when she stopped and laid down on top of him. She reached across the bed and pulled a vibrator from the drawer of the stand next to the bed. Without moving on his hard rod she placed the vibrator against her clit and turned it on. The vibrations drove him crazy and she immediately started to squirm again. They were soon humping up and down in rhythm together. Abruptly, she screamed out her orgasm as he exploded inside of her, filling her with his hot jism. Her vaginal walls contracted around his cock squeezing out all the juice he had to offer. She finally fell over on top of him and cradled his head between her hands, her head on his shoulder.

“Very good, pet, very good,” she crooned.

Temping Fate

badlybent on Forced Stories

Tempting Fate

 

Covered from head to toe in black, eager, masked eyes gleaming in anticipation, in summers heat, I steal into your dorm room under cover of darkness, you’re near nakedness glowing in windows dim light. Long flowing locks, rumpled night shirt revealing flimsy pink panties, useless defender of heavens gate. Acres of creamy radiant skin, heaving breasts in slumbers breath. A poem of desire.

“Tisk, Tisk,” my mind informs me. “Naughty girl. Should not leave door unlocked. Enticing invasion. Asking for it.” I sigh…. Lingering. Savoring you, my senses absorb you, faded perfume fills my nostrils, exciting desire.

Quickly

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before you are too awake to protest I pull your arms back and cuff you to the headboard. Panties torn asunder fill your mouth. Tape seal muffles you’re distress before it can reach volume.

I pause. You are mine. Your terrified vision filled only with the lust in my eyes.

Legs roughly parted, I enter you harshly. Your muffled cries of pain give witness. You are not ready. “You better get ready fast bitch, slut, whore of Babylon. That pussy better get wet fast.” My body pins you, my penis within, my hand attacks you’re clit. “Get that pussy wet now slut.” I order, vigorously stimulating you.

Moaning, wiggling, squirming beneath my weight you body relents despite your resolve to resist. You begin to lubricate. “See whore you want it. Your body wants to be raped; you cock hungry common whore. Feel my cock whore. Feel my cock raping your whorish sloppy cunt.” I begin to pump you. In and out. In and out. Savoring each delicious stroke. You moan in anguish and desire.

Long strokes penetrate, pounding my desire into you. You are wild with need. “ Not yet my pretty slut. Not so fast. Not so easy.” My hardness abandons you. “No No not yet. More fun first.”

You scream in frustration into the saliva soaked underwear.

You’re long shapely legs suddenly heaved up, knees pinned to lovely breasts, you are completely exposed to my wishes. My wet cock touches the rose bud of you anus. Violently your muffled No’s fills the darkness.

“Yes I respond. Oh yes.” I press against the door. “Loosen up whore.” I demand. “Accept your fate or accept you’re pain. I could care less. Your ass is mine. Mine to batter open for my cocks pleasure. You are mine to rape as I will.”

You are trying. Deep breaths. The door loosens slightly, yielding slowly to relentless pressure. “Good girl. Good whore.” I praise you like a pet dog. “Accept my cock. Yield to it. Enjoy it. Love it, like the slutty little cum dump you are.”

I press onward deeper and deeper into you’re rectum reveling in your pain and enjoyment. “Why am I not surprised? I taunt. “You like it don’t you? You like cock in that hot little ass. That strutting, teasing, ass. I watch you, you campus tease. I watch your ass tantalize every man in site, whore. But you will no longer tease me. Oh no. Now you will please me in every way.”

My cock fully inserted I begin to stroke to the rhythm of your pants. Ragged breaths punctuate each stroke, driving me on, filling me with passion for more, ever more of your luscious body. I am consumed by you, by power, by desire, by control. Greedily my cock fucks your ass harder and harder as it adjusts to the invasion ever more accepting of my girth.

“Ah…..Whore….I am overcome with the delights of you’re boy. I am lost in the need for you. You body is mine whore. Mine now and forever my pretty slut, cum dumpster to my engorged member.”

I release you’re legs. My steel plunges back into you’re hungry pussy. “Fuck me.” I demand. “Fuck my cock for you’re pleasure and I will let you cum. Please me and cum. Cum whore, Cum.” I chant teasing, taunting, making you do the work.

You’re hips buck, humping desperately for my offered prick, driving you’re pussy, impaling your vagina. “Work for it baby. Work for that cum. Work your butt fucked ass. Ride it. Ride that cock.” I laugh cruelly.

Finally I relent and give as good as I receive. We thrash wildly, genitals crashing together, heat growing, climax approaching. “Cumming Whore…” I cry.

“Ahhhhhhh….” you’re song joins mine.

I fill you. You spasm and clamp me within you. Again and again our bodies powerfully empty their need for each other. I roll over in exhaustion. We gasp for breath amazed at what had just happened.

Composure regained I remove the mask, gently unshackle you and apply loving kisses. You press my eager mouth to you’re perfect, erect, nipple.

“I knew it was you all along you fool or at least hoped it was.” You giggle.

“Well if it wasn’t me you really would have been fucked Daisy my love; my little whore girl. You really shouldn’t leave you’re door unlocked you know. It’s temping fate.”

THE END

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Thanks for reading. Comments appreciated. Praise and adulation gratefully accepted. This story was inspired by a friend who shall remain nameless to protect the naughty.

Denied Release

Female_Orgasm_Denial on Forced Stories

She pushed her hand under her school skirt and into her panties, desperately trying to get off before she had to go back to the school party. she hadn't had an orgasm in well over a year, even though she was a virgin, she had a high sex drive, this manifested in an extremely horny temperament, if she didn't orgasm at least once a week, she felt horny all the time.


The constant supervision of her highly religious stepfather stopped any chance she had of that sweet release. she had gotten close, sure but never had she actually had an orgasm since he moved into her and her mother's life.
Her mother was away on an important buisness trip, and would be for the rest of the year. She saw her Stepfather glancing at her body occasionally and she felt disturbed by it, but he never did anythi
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He made her wear what he called a "purity belt" which dienied anything the size of her fingers or larger access to her pussy. Her stepfather had removed all the locks on the inside of the house, allowing him acess to her at all times. only in the shower could she masturbate, but she was always interrupted before she could finish, this left her very hot and wet almost constantly, except when she concentrated really hard at school. she had been allowed to remove it for this night, as it was a special occasion and he had planned to get rid of it permanently.


She jumped as she heard footsteps approaching her cubicle, and the door opened, she was frozen with fear and could not move a muscle, she swore she locked the door. Her stepfather and the Janitor for the school stepped in, "Aha! there you are young lady" said her stepfather as the janitor, a fat, ugly smelly man with bad teeth, grinned lewdly from behind him."Just what do you think you are doing?"
"I w-was just uhh-hh..." she stammered, but she new she was busted. "Your'e in big trouble. I will leave you in the hands of the janitor for the rest of the evening, he has sworn to keep you out of trouble, and it looks like that will also entail keeping you out of your underwear" he nodded to the janitor who made a mock bow, and then he left the room.


"Hah, you're damn sexy, little girly" observed the janitor, looking her up and down "You pervert! Get away from me!" she screamed at him
"Nuh-uh, no can do hotstuff" he countered "I've bin task'd with your protecshn" he drawled, grinning again. "That means i gotta keep you outta your sweet-smelling little panties there." he chuckled producing rope from behind him and stepping towards her. "you can't do this, i'm sixteen!" she begged him, sensing his intention, but he ignored her.


He overpowered her and brought her into the boiler room. stripped her of her shoes, socks, panties, shirt and bra but leaving her school skirt on, before tying her arms and legs apart, arms to the pipes near the ceiling, and her ankles to each side of the room, he then knelt down, picked up her panties and smelt them "mmmmmmmm-M!" he exclaimed "I love me the smell of a tight, young jailbait pussy" he told her, sticking them in his mouth and sucking on them. She was repulsed by this and told him so. He just grinned again and put the panties in her mouth, taping it shut afterwards, she gagged on the taste of his mouth, he then knelt down and began to lick her pussy, lightly at first, but getting more agressive, she hated it but it felt so good, she was again on the edge of orgasm as he stopped.


She looked at him questioningly, he just smiled and told her "not yet" as she calmed down, he then continued to tease her for an hour until she lost consciousness, her pussy aching.


She awoke hours later, in pitch darkness, to find herself attatched to the pommel-horse in the gym, her arms under the bars. She checked her watch, 10:00. The school party was almost over, then she remebered that the last event was the award ceremony in the Gymnasium. She tried to free herself, but was unable to get her arms out from under the pommel-horses grip, 'the janitor must have pushed them down' she thought. her pussy was still sore from the constant edging she had recieved and she was aching for release.


That's when she heard it, the sound of many footsteps filing into the room, deperately she fought to free herself but was still unable to. some people started talking lowly and she felt the vibrations 'that's strange, i shouldn't feel that' she though in a moment of calm, then she realised the vibrations were coming from inside her tender, red pussy. 'The bastard! he's put a vibrator in me!' she was once again approaching that final state of pleasure, but her pussy was so sore that she was getting there very slowly. She began to panick, and decided she would call out for help, it would have to be better that coming in front of possibly the whole school.


She tried to open her mouth to call out, but couldn't, she tried to get a hand to her face but could only just reach, she felt the edge of some tape. She was really worked up now, her climax was approaching steadily, she couldn't see anything, had tape over her mouth and the gym was filling with people. She tried to push the horse away by pushing her feet on the ground, but it was too heavy to move. Then she heard the announcement,"Ladies and gentlemen..." It was the headmaster, always one for theatrics. "Tonight we are gathered here, to recognize what the students of this school are made of!" she crossed her legs, trying to recover at least some dignity, but felt hands attaching handcuffs to her ankles, binding her legs apart, stretching her thighs uncomfortably. 'he's still here!' she fumed, and then began to struggle.


"In a moment we will turn on the lights, and then we will call forward those students in need of recognition." 'no! don't turn on the lights!' she thought weakly, her orgasm was nearly here, she didn't want to explode in front of everyone. That's when the vibrating stopped, 'thank god!' she thought gratefully 'he must have just been fucking with me, it should be easier to recover from this if it doesn't look like i enjoyed it.' then the lights came on, but she was behind a curtain. then she saw him. grinning over by the switch that opened the curtains.


The first names were being called out, and then she heard hers. "Samantha Hamilton... Samantha are you here?" the headmaster enquired, then she heard the janitor whisper "She's behind here, says she has a surprise, she won't show me what it is and she is behind some panels. When i open the curtains they will move away and we can see her" 'this was planned?' she couldn't believe it, if it wasn't bad enough being denied orgasm for over a year and then sexually tormented by the janitor, she was about to be publicly humiliated at a school assembly!


"Ahh i see." the headmaster whispered back "Well people, it seems Samantha has a surprise for us..." Samantha felt the vibrations start again. damnt it! she fought the feeling that were building in her, it was so unfair, all this time without an orgasm and now she had to resist it? but it was no use. she heard a timer counting down slowly, in time with her approach to orgasm "30... 29..." 'oh no, he knows when to open the curtain' she fought it even more, and managed to slow herself sdown, but the timer just slowed down too.


"Alright" she heard the janitor say, she says she's almost ready" i'll open the curtain in 10 seconds." Samantha would be having perhaps the most incredible and incredibly embarrasing moment of her short sexual life in 15 seconds. She heard the rustle as the curtain moved. felt the eyes of everyone on her, heard their gasps, she felt so embarrased, even worse, her climax was here '5.... 4....... 3........... 2..........' she fought hard, but to no avail, '1.............'but then the vibrating stopped again, actually moaning in frustration, she struggled more. the vibrator kept turning on again when she had cooled down, stopping before orgasm every time.


"SAMANTHA!" her stapfather's voice boomed from the crowd, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DEPRAVED ACTS?" he had drilled into her the sin of masturbation and the evil contained in sex toys almost constantly when he moved in. Samantha looked helplessly at him as the vibrator shut off again, this time it was the last time for a while.


"What happened?" he demanded of the janitor "well, she said she had to get ready for the presentation, that she had a surprise..." he stopped "I never though she would do something this 'dee-praived' he said, quoting her stepfathers earlier remark" "indeed" he said. "well i was going to remove her purity belt permanently, but i think she needs it for a long time yet, i think you should put it on her" he told the janitor "with pleasure, sir" the janitor said. taking the leather underwear from him and walking over to her. Samantha hadn't noticed, but the curtains had closed again after her stepfather had moved down.


As the janitor was attatching the belt, Samantha stopped and thought 'wait, what about the vibrator?' and looked pleadingly at the janitor. he winked and pulled an identical one from his pocket, it was the size of an earpiece, smooth and light red in col. "it gathers power from heat, he explained, it will turn on every friday night at 10:00, and will snese when you are close to orgasm, then it will stop, and start again after a minute has passed, it will do this for two hours." she couldn't believe it, this man had condemned her to two more years of the stupid purity belt, and had kept a tiny vibrator inside it that would torment her every weekend. a tear rolled out of the vorner of hey eye and down her cheeck, to be wiped off by the janitor and licked off his finger.


"Oh, one more thing, he said quietly to her as he finished attatching ald locking the belt, the vibrator will do its routine all through the night, and tommorrow night, and the night after that, and so on until the end of the holidays. I hope you enjoy them." he grinned at her again and got up, untied her, made a show of looking around the pommel-horse for the keys to the cuffs, 'found' them, unlocked her, and left the tape for her to remove. he moved across to her stepfather and gave him the decoy vibrator "She had this attatched to her." he lied "Oho, she wont be getting out of her belt for a long time now." he concluded to the janitor and Samantha.


This new purity belt was different, it had a hatch in the back where her asshole was, with a lock attatched, but she didn't notice, she was too absorbed in the feeling of her pussy and her emotions towards what had happened to take notice herself.


On the way out of school, Samantha tried to tell her what the janitor had done, but her stepfather would hear none of it, "I am shocked that you wold make up such lies, Samantha" he scolded her "after all that you've done tonight, really!" they continued walking "no, in fact..." they stopped again "You can walk home!" he told her
"But-"she she was cut off before she could finish.
"No buts, you are walking" and stormed off to the car, leaving her to walk home in the dark.


The vibrator started buzzing, Samantha started crying angry at the whole situation, it wasn't fair! she just wanted for a moment to feel the release of her climax. but that, it seemed, would never be. she arrived home well after midnight, exhausted, soaked in her juices. she had thought of an idea as she had walked home, "Hey! can i have the key for this thing? i need to use the toilet." she informed her stepfather, perhaps she could remove the vibrator before it could tease her any more, at least. "Didn't you notice the hatch at the back? i will give you the key when you need to use the bathroom, but will have it back immediately after. "but what about school?" she asked "Don't worry" he said "I gave the janitor the other key, he will do the same for you at school."


'Oh god no' thought Samantha 'not that twisted asshole' "why HIM?" she demanded
"After what he did for us today i think he is responsible enough for this duty" her stapfather told her "Now, i'll wait outside while you use the facility, don't bee too long or i'll come in there and check on you." he warned.
"But what about my pee?" she asked, only just thinking about it
"It has a pipe that leads from the front around to the hatch at the back. It was made for extended use like this."


After she used the toilet and gave her stepfather the key. She ran into her room, tore off her clothes. dove into bed and began working on her nipples, they had always been fairly sensetive, she had just never needed to use them for stimulation. she climbed higher up the ladder of passion, aided by the vibrator, and as she got to the edge once again and the vibrator shut off, she couldn't push herself over. No matter how hard she tried, her nipples weren't enough. she needed to touch her clit to reach that ecstasy. She again cried, she didn't sleep very well that night, or indeed the rest of the holidays.


Part Two Coming Soon, Hopefully - Tell me if you like it or see any mistakes :P

You Can Really Explore In The Woods...Well If You Look Hard Enough

Jamie_James_1972 on Forced Stories

My friend Jason and I were wondering though the woods and we were talking about how he forced his wife to fuck him and all of his friends every night. He asked me if I had ever raped anyone.
"No." I replied. "I haven't been getting any sex lately. Not after "she" left me." I started to wollow in self pitty again.

"Okay, dude. You have to get over it." It's done and over with. She just a little bitch who fucked you over just like a ton of other fucking bitches."
"Do you hear that? It sounds like Ally."
"Okay. That's crazy you hear hear every where you go.

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" Jason yelled walking on.
"Jason!" I yelled in a whispering voice and running after him. Listen quietly."

"I can't believe you did that, Al." said Al's twin sister Jessica.
"Yeah, I kinda feel bad for that loser."
"Sam just wanted sex and that's it. Right?"
"Yeah. But it's all good. He didn't get shit from me. Now I know why he wanted to have sex so badly. Girls weren't desperate enough to go out with him and fuck him." Ally said laughing with Jess.

Jason was pissed off. I could see it in his eyes. He ran out to Ally and Jess and he slapped them both. They started screaming.

"How dare you fucking bitch fuck him over like that." Ally picked herself off the ground and slapped him back. She tried a second time but he grabbed her arm before she could slap him and kneed her in the stomach and pushed her to the ground. She was crying.
"How dare you! I'm pregnant by him!"
"You lying little bitch! yelled Jason running and pinnig Ally to the ground she she couldn't move.
I ran out and and pinned Jess to the ground. "Hey there, cuties." I said to these two blonde beauties. "We going to show you how to treat a man." I yelled at them.

Jason and I picked them up and brought them back to his van where he had places to ties both of them down. After we tied them down tight we blind folded them and put gags in their mouths. We left the van for a moment so we could call 8 of our other friends to meet us back at Jason's house when we were finshed here with the two blonde bitches.

We walked over to the girls and ripped off their cloths. They were both crying and wimpering. I took Ally and Jason took Jess.

I started sticking my fingers up her one by one. She was still tight as ever. Finally I was able to get her wet and I painfully shoved the rest of my hand up her. She was trying to squirm and scream but she couldn't. I smiled. and fisted her a couple of times and I climbed on top of her and started licking and bitting her nipples and tits.

Meanwhile Jason was having the time of his life with Jess. He has never had a vigin before. He thought he should streach her out for the other guys back at the house who were much bigger and stronger then us. He shoved his dick in her pussy and started pumping away. He attempted screams made him start going faster and faster. Soon after he came. He reached down and he got some of his cum on his hands and he wiped it in her hair.

I finally got Ally's nipples to perk up. I thrusted myslef up and waited for a minute to catch Ally off gaurd so she thought I would have left her alone. I slammed down and into her. She was going crazy. I was pummping just that hard until I finally came. She was turning her head wimpering. I knew there was one place she told me that she had a dick before and she was in so much pain and she beld for days after...he ass. I thrusted up again and waited for a minute and this time I had slammed into her ass. She was going insane. Thrusting up her hips, constanting turning her head, trying to scream, and crying. I fucked her tiny ass like a angered and wild lion. I contuined to fuck her ass until I came 5 times.

I finally pulled out and I said to Jason "Do you wanna head back to the house now?"
"Yeah, bro. Well what do you know a couple of pissed off brothers fucking a couple of fucking bitches." He laughed and got into the drivers seat of the car.

I got out and I turned around to looked at the suffering battered Jess and Ally. "You think it's over bitches. Well think again. It's far from it. You have way more fuckings comming to you bitches. But not from us. From our friends who are a hell of a lot bigger then us." I slammed the van door and got into the car and we drove off for the house.