ggling in a halfhearted way that told her the Wendy was not being forced to do this. As she watched Sandra could see that the way Wendy’s legs were tied apart was causing her short white skirt to ride up exposing her flowered white panties. Above her waist was her bare, flat tummy and a large amount of naked skin which went on until you reached her crop top, which clung to her upper body allowing the outline of her tiny buds to be seen.

Her mouth was open and she made little mewing noises as she struggled and whipped her short blond hair back and forth as she turned her head from side to side.

Jason stood watching as if afraid that should he move it would break the spell but as Sandra looked at him she noticed that a bulge had formed in the front of his shorts. From where he stood at the foot of the bed he had an excellent view up her Daughter’s slim legs to her panties, where they moulded themselves around the puffy lips of her pussy.

Finally after some minutes had passed Jason dropped his hand to Wendy’s ankle and moving to the side of the bed, walked up to her waist, his hand trailing up the inside of her leg until it reached her pussy. Letting his fingers trail over the outline of her pussy lips he watched as Wendy’s struggles grew but still neither of them said anything.

Moving further up her body Jason’s fingers reached Wendy’s twin buds and circled them twice before climbing to the top and squeezing them gently between his finger and thumb as Wendy gasped at the feeling. Letting one hand move up to the teen girl’s mouth he pushed his finger into her mouth as his other hand continued to play with her hard little nipples.

Wendy sucked on his finger, as he played with her bud, both of them unaware that they were being watched from just outside the door. Sandra could feel the wetness flowing from between her legs as she took in the erotic scene before her.

“I want to touch your pussy under your pants,” Jason told Wendy as he pulled his finger from her mouth.

“No,” Wendy said. “We agreed that you could tie me up but that you could only feel me over my clothes.”

“But how are you going to stop me?” Jason asked, lust making his voice break as he stared at the helpless girl spread-eagled on the bed.

“I’ll scream,” Wendy replied somewhat predictably.

Jason’s hand spread across the young girls mouth stopping her from making any sound. “I don’t think that you will,” he laughed as his other hand slid down her body to cup and squeeze her pussy.

Sandra’s hand moved to her own pussy as she watched her Daughter thrash about on the bed as she tried to stop Jason. Sandra knew that she should intervene but she was so turned on by the sight in front of her that she wanted to allow it to go further.

After squeezing and feeling Wendy’s pussy for some moments, Jason’s hand went up to the waistband of her panties and slid down inside, cupping the naked flesh under it.

“Your wet,” he exclaimed. “That means you are enjoying it you little cock tease,” he accused as he pulled her panties down to the top of her legs, exposing Wendy’s naked slit to her watching Mother as her face went bright red.

Jason angrily pushed his finger roughly between the lips of Wendy’s little slit but screamed out in pain and jumped back holding his hand when Wendy bit him hard, drawing blood.

“You bitch,” he cried smacking Wendy hard around the face and turning to run from the room.

Sandra just had time to get into the next room as Jason rushed out crying from the pain in his hand, ran down the stairs and out of the house.

After following him Sandra locked the doors and went quietly back upstairs. Peering in the door she could see that Wendy had struggled to get free but had only succeeded in getting the pillow stuck over her head. Seizing the opportunity Sandra grabbed a duvet from the next bedroom and walked quietly into the room where her Daughter lay bound.

Throwing the duvet over her Daughter’s head she made sure that she could not be seen before stopping to stare at her Daughters body, spread out in front of her.

From the sounds that she could make out from under the pillow and the duvet it appeared that Wendy thought Jason had returned and was begging him to untie her.

Sandra smiled as she allowed her hand to caress the inside of her Daughters leg and felt Wendy stiffen as she pulled the girl’s panties down her legs as far as the ropes would allow.

Trailing her fingers up to Wendy’s little slit Sandra was surprised to find it wet and bending her head she allowed her tongue to dip in between the soft folds to taste the sweet juice of her little Daughter’s pussy.

Wendy stiffened but held still as her Mother’s tongue dipped deeper into her tiny pussy as fingers pulling on either side of her slit opened her up. Sandra found her Daughters little clit and she felt the young child jump beneath her at the unexpected feeling as her Mother’s tongue flicked over it.

Lapping up the sweet juices that flowed from inside her Daughter’s soft, warm pussy Sandra worked her tongue deeper as her fingers tickled the helpless girl’s clit until she felt the teen start to buck under her as Wendy had her first ever orgasm.

Giving the bound girl no rest Sandra brought her to two more orgasms before stopping. As Wendy lay exhausted Sandra untied the rope that held her hands to the headboard and slipped from the room to watch from outside the door.

For a long ten minutes there was no movement as Wendy recovered from her Mother’s attention but slowly she pushed the pillow and duvet off of her head and brought her bound hands to her mouth to untie them.

Using her teeth, Wendy struggled to untie her hands and when they were free her Mother slipped back down the stairs to carry on as if nothing had happened.

It was over an hour later before a tired looking Wendy appeared downstairs for her tea and her Mother noted that she was very quiet before she returned to her room.

Creeping up the stairs Sandra peered through the doorway of her Daughters bedroom to find Wendy lying on the bed with her knees bent, playing with her pussy. Sandra watched as her Daughter rubbed between her legs harder and harder looking for that wonderful feeling that she enjoyed earlier but it was clear that something was missing and she finally gave up in frustration.

Later that night Sandra had her own orgasm as she remembered the way her Daughter had looked tied up and helpless as the young boy next door had played with her body. In her mind she imagined herself in Wendy’s place and the young boy had changed into a man as she lay helplessly under his strong hands.

Waking in the morning Sandra woke Wendy with a cup of tea as she always did and prepared breakfast before they both left the house to take Wendy to school. At least Wendy’s Father had left them with some insurance money when he had been killed so Sandra didn’t have to work.

Skipping along they had met up with Wendy’s best friend and her Mum and while the girls played ahead the Mum’s walked behind talking.

Suddenly Wendy let out a scream and Sandra looked up to see that she had tripped over and scrapped her knees on the pavement.

Sandra rushed over to where Wendy sat on the ground but it was clear that it was a fairly minor injury. As Wendy sat there hugging her knees Sandra noticed a man standing some way ahead of them staring down between Wendy’s legs and when she followed his gaze she realised that with her Daughter sat on the ground with her knees up the man was left with a clear view up her legs to her white school knickers.

Seeing Sandra looking at the man her friend said, “That’s Pete the pervert.”

“Pete the pervert,” repeated Sandra. “Why is he called that?”

“He is always looking at the little girls and there are rumours that he once assaulted a girl but that it got hushed up,” replied her friend.

After helping Wendy back up and continuing on a little way Sandra asked her friend if she would see Wendy to the school and headed back the way they had come. She had noticed Pete on a number of occasions and now realised that he was always there when the children went past.

Stopping some distance away she saw Pete watch the last of the children pass by and then turn and walk into the woods behind where he had been standing.

Following him into the woods, being careful not to be caught Sandra watched as he reached a small hut and went inside. Creeping up to a gap in the wall she peered in and saw Pete with his long cock in his hand, furiously wanking.

Stepping back in amazement she realised that he was probably remembering the view of her Daughter’s white knickers and the thought made her own knickers wet as she rubbed between her legs.

Peering into the hut again Sandra was just in time to see Pete come as his seed shot out and he grabbed a pair of schoolgirl’s knickers to wipe his long cock with.

Sandra, who had continued to rub between her legs couldn’t stop herself as she too came at the thought of this beast imagining her Daughter as he wiped himself on a pair of white schoolgirl’s knickers.

Quickly hiding away Sandra waited half an hour until Pete left the shed and after she felt confident that he wasn’t coming back, crept into the shed and had a look around.

She found a tool box and opening it saw a number of Lolita bondage magazines with pictures of very young girls in various stages of undress, tightly tied and helpless. Sandra hadn’t realised that such magazines existed.

Underneath she found some handcuffs, a black leather mask, some rope, a vibrator, some gaffer tape and a knife. This is a rape kit thought Sandra with excitement as she picked up the vibrator and turning it on brought it to her sopping wet panties.

Sharon came a number of times as she looked through the magazines, imagining her Daughter in place of the helpless girls in the pictures before putting everything back and leaving the shed.

Walking around outside she found a car park about 150 yards away and an idea began to grow in her mind as she quickly walked away.

Spending the rest of the day trying to decide whether to go through with her idea Sandra still couldn’t believe that she was even considering such a perverted idea, after all Mothers didn’t do that kind of thing, did they?

That night she watched again as Wendy fingered herself but again the fourteen-year-old wasn’t able to reach an orgasm. Her Mum made up her mind that she would go through with her plan, as she knew that being helpless would help the youngster achieve satisfaction so she set about getting everything ready.

Waking up early the next morning she mixed a number of the pills that the doctor had given her after Wendy’s Dad had died, into her Daughter’s tea and watched as the young girl drank it down.

Within minutes Wendy’s eyes were glazing over and after ten minutes she was asleep.

Stripping the young girl off Sandra washed and dressed her in the school uniform that she had grown out of last year. Being summer that was a short blue and white check dress and being last years made it a very tight, very short dress. Underneath all that she had on was a pair of white school knickers that were too small and dug into her little pussy and the crack of her bum and a pair of short white ankle socks.

Sandra put two pads on Wendy’s eyes and tied a blindfold tightly around her head before stuffing two pair of rolled up socks into her mouth and tying them in place with a belt.

Turning her young Daughter over she tied Wendy’s hands, palm to palm behind her back and tied her ankles tightly together before bending her knees and hogtieing her ankles to her wrists.

Leaving Wendy on her side Sandra went downstairs and had her breakfast, waiting until the time that she would normally leave before picking up her Daughter and putting her in the boot of the car.

Driving to the car park she lifted Wendy out of the boot and carried her towards Pete’s hut before laying her on the ground.

Wendy was beginning to struggle as she started to wake up but Sandra had no trouble releasing her feet and wrapping the rope around the teen’s waist after standing her against a tree.

Tied tightly to the tree Wendy could do nothing to protect herself and her Mother checked her watch knowing that it was time to hide before Pete appeared.

When she had checked out the surrounding area yesterday Sandra had found a spot below the roots of a fallen tree that gave her a good view of the area while hiding her from view and now she squeezed into her hiding place and got her digital camera out taking a few shots of her helpless Daughter before Pete arrived.

Finally she heard someone walking towards her and saw Pete’s legs as he walked past her hiding place and on towards the helpless girl tied to the tree.

Suddenly Pete caught site of Wendy tied helpless in front of him and stood looking in amazement. Turning full circle his eyes searched the surrounding area suspecting a trap and he even walked around in a large circle expecting to find someone waiting to grab him.

Returning to where Wendy was tied Pete stood looking at her as he licked his lips knowing that the smart thing to do was to run but knowing that he could no more ignore the helpless girl in front of him than he could stop breathing.

Pete examined the young girl and saw that she had short blond hair beneath her blindfold and that the belt around her mouth dug in at the sides where it was pulled tight. As his eyes moved down he could see the small mounds of her budding breasts under the tight school dress and her flat stomach, pulled in tight by the rope around her waist. Letting his eyes drop down he could see that the skirt barely covered her knickers and left her slim legs bare until they reached her ankle socks.

Pete’s first instinct was to tear the clothes off Wendy and fuck the living daylights out of her with his suddenly rampant cock but he hesitated as he thought of all the things that he wanted to do to her. Mostly though he wanted to see the fear in her eyes as he attacked her so he left the girl while he went into the hut to get his box.

Pulling on the black leather mask made him look frightening but also hid his face and hair from the girl. Next he picked up the knife and tucked it into his belt before returning to where Wendy was tied and reaching around the frightened girl he removed her blindfold.

Wendy blinked hard in the sudden light as she looked around her. Her eyes went wide and she started to shake her head and struggle as she saw the man in the frightening mask standing in front of her but there was nothing she could do except wait for him to move.

Pete slowly pulled the knife out and held it up to the young girls face as she cowered from him, the point resting inches from her eye.

“Do as I say and I won’t kill you,” he told the young girl. “But piss me off and I will carve you up so bad that your own Mother won’t recognise you.”

“I am going to take off your gag but you will not speak unless it is to answer a question, understand?” He asked.

Wendy slowly nodded her head, fearful that the knife would cut her face if she moved too fast.

“Good girl,” Pete said as he untied the belt and pulled the socks from her mouth. “Now remember no speaking unless I ask you to.”

Pete studied the pretty face now exposed to him and asked her name and age.

“I’m Wendy and I’m fourteen,” she replied. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“If you speak again without permission Wendy, it will be the last thing that you do,” Pete replied letting the knife trail down to her throat before tucking it back into his belt.

Sandra breathed a sigh of relief as Pete put the knife away. She had felt that he was using it to scare the little girl into obeying him but was concerned that he could have cut her by accident.

Pete now untied the rope that held Wendy to the tree and held her by the arm as his eyes roamed over her perfect little body.

“Stand still,” he told her as his hands reached out and he undid the top of the row of buttons that ran down the whole length of the front of her dress. One by one he undid the buttons slowly exposing more of her pale body as Wendy shivered in fear.

Kneeling down in front of the girl he undid the buttons below her waist and exposed her white knickers, studying how they were pulled into the lips of her tiny pussy and finally with the last button he could see the tops of her legs.

Pulling the dress open he stared wide-eyed at the puffy little buds that were all the breasts that the teen girl had. Both hands now reached out and covered the young girls breasts as Pete watched closely the conflicting emotions that travelled across Wendy’s face.

Pinching the breasts between his thumbs and fingers Pete rolled and squeezed them and was rewarded with a moan from Wendy’s throat, as her nipples grew hard beneath his touch. Smiling broadly he continued to gently work on her breasts until she was moaning and whimpering continually at his touch.

As his hands worked on her tiny breasts Pete lowered his mouth to the lips of Wendy’s pussy, clearly outlined beneath her white knickers, and kissed the material covering her clit.

Wendy shivered and pushed her lower body hard against Pete’s mouth as that wonderful feeling that she had felt when she was tied on the bed returned once more. As her orgasm hit her Wendy’s legs collapsed beneath her and she fell to the ground on her tiny bottom.

Pete couldn’t help himself, he collapsed in laughter at the expressions on Wendy’s face. Lust, humiliation, frustration and pain all mixed together on the fourteen-year-olds face as she lay on her back in the dirt.

Suddenly Pete stopped laughing as he looked at Wendy’s exposed body as she lay on her back with her dress wide open and her legs spread wide apart. He began to tear off his clothes until he finally stood naked with his large cock standing straight out in front of him as he advanced on the helpless girl.

Wendy saw that the man’s mood had changed and cowered back away from him but Pete just grabbed her legs and pulled her back. Taking out the knife he pushed the edge of the blade under the side of her knickers and sliced them apart. After repeating this on the other side he pulled the material out and held it against her mouth. Pete brought the knife up to where Wendy could see it and afraid to do otherwise she opened her mouth to allow him to stuff her ruined knickers in.

Pete couldn’t wait much longer but knew that if he tried to push his cock into her unprepared body he could do a lot of damage so pushing the young girl down he lay with his head between her legs and began to lick her little slit.

Finding her clit he sucked the tiny bud between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Soon Wendy was writhing and bucking as she came again and Pete could feel the wetness of her soaked pussy as her juices leaked out.

Pete could not wait any longer and scooted up her body until his large cock was against the entrance to her love channel. Pushing forward he felt his pre-cum adding to the wetness on her slit as he sought the entrance to her body. He pushed until he could feel his cock begin to stretch her tight virgin passage.

As he felt Wendy tense up as if to try and stop him going further Pete pushed hard and his cock forced its way an inch inside her. Wendy screamed and wriggled around which only made Pete more excited as he pushed as hard as he could into the girl child.

Pete’s cock forced its way through the young girls virginity and tore it apart as he forced more and more of his cock into the helpless girl pinned beneath him. It was painful for both of them as Pete’s cock was squeezed by the young girls tiny little love passage but Pete knew that once he had opened her up that would change.

Pete’s cock was now halfway into her as he pulled back slightly and pushed forward hard again burying even more of himself into Wendy’s tiny hole as she screamed continually through the panties in her throat.

Sandra, who had been watching until now with interest wanted to rush down and stop Pete from going further but the feelings inside her made her legs weak. She was so turned on by the erotic scene before her that the juices flowed from her cunny like a waterfall and her hand refused to stop it’s in out motion as she came again and again.

Pete was getting impatient now and forced his hands under Wendy’s bum before using them to pull her towards him as he pushed down into her. Deeper and deeper he went until he felt his cock bottom out inside her tight channel.

Now Pete rested, buried to the hilt inside the fourteen-year-olds tight little cunny giving her a chance to get used to his size. He couldn’t believe that she had been able to take all of his cock but from the sobs still coming from behind the cloth in her mouth he knew that it had not been easy for her.

Slowly he withdrew out of her until just the head of his cock remained buried. Looking down he could see the blood from her virginity coating his cock and began to feel that he was not going to be able to hold himself back for much longer so pushed in again until he once again bottomed out. Again and again he fucked into the pretty little teen each time feeling the walls of her love channel give a little more until he felt his balls tighten and his cock spasm as he filled her young pussy with his sperm.

Pete lay there for some time with his cock buried inside Wendy until it shrank and finally slipped out from inside her. Rolling over he collapsed beside her and lay exhausted for some time.

Sandra had also collapsed from exhaustion after her multiple orgasms and just lay in her hiding place waiting for Pete to recover.

Finally Pete recovered and stood up pulling the little girl to her feet before him. Turning her around Pete untied her hands, letting her dress fall off and drop to the ground. He then retied her with her hands still behind her back but with each wrist tied to the opposite elbow.

Sandra realised that Wendy’s ordeal was not yet over and picked up the camera and began to take more pictures as her cunny tingled again in anticipation.

Pete pulled the young child over to a fallen log and sat down pulling Wendy across his lap and positioning her with her bottom high in the air ready to be spanked.

As Pete brought his hand down hard on the defenceless child’s bum Sandra could hear that he was not holding back as the smack reverberated across the space between them.

Wendy’s muffled scream was not as loud as the next forceful smack and as Pete delivered the next twenty hits she was reduced to a sobbing that was continuous.

Pete stopped and looked down at the bright red bottom in front of him. He could clearly see his handprints outlined in the red of her skin and felt his cock beginning to stir with desire again.

Pulling the girl to her feet Pete pushed her down to her knees in front of him.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he told her. “You can either suck my cock or I will give you another hundred smacks.”

Wendy looked puzzled and he realised that she was innocent enough that she didn’t know what he meant when he said that she could suck his cock.

Pulling what was left of her knickers from the young child’s mouth Pete explained that she had to take his cock into her mouth and suck and lick it until he allowed her to stop.

Wendy knew how much her bottom hurt and realised that another hundred smacks was more than she could take so agreed to the alternative but as Pete brought his now fully erect cock up to her lips she had to force herself to open them and allow his cock soaked with a mixture of her blood, her pussy juices and Pete’s semen, entry to her warm mouth.

Pete instructed her to lick and suck his cock and revelled in the wonderful moist feeling of her warm mouth as he just stood and let her get on with it.

After a few minutes he began to move his hips and his cock began to gently fuck into her mouth as it had her pussy earlier and he began to feel his balls tightening.

He hadn’t told her what to expect as the end result of sucking his cock and now his excitement grew as he got nearer to the inevitable.

Putting his hands on the back of Wendy’s head Pete held her tightly so that she wouldn’t be able to escape what he had planned. Now Pete began to lengthen his strokes and felt the little girl choke as his cock hit the back of her throat again and again. Building up his speed he forced his large cock down Wendy’s tight throat as he held her tightly and as he came he forced her head tightly up against his crotch and held it there as he felt spurt after spurt of his cum flow into her.

Pulling out slightly he continued to cum in her mouth and warned her to swallow every drop or he would thrash her bum.

Wendy continued to suck and lick until Pete pulled his shrinking cock from her mouth and allowed her to recover.

As Sandra watched Pete took Wendy back to the tree where he bound her back in place before replacing the blindfold and gag on his young victim. Going into the shed he then went back to Wendy and did something that her Mother couldn’t make out before dressing himself and clearing up the area where he had raped the pre-teen girl.

Walking away from the hut he passed where Sandra was hidden and as he walked past he said. “Maybe next time I could come to your house and rape her. I think that it would be more comfortable for both of us. Give me a call sometime,” before walking off.

Sandra lay there in shock for some time before climbing out and going down to where Wendy stood exhausted in her bondage. Looking at her Daughter she smiled as she saw that Pete had written his phone number across Wendy’s chest so that they could all do this again sometime.

Potter’s grasp; having lost it for nearly two weeks, he was relieved to have finally regained it. Harry was so relieved because he knew it would be his single best companion, other than Hermione and Ron, during the coming school year.  Harry was eager to use the book again, but unfortunately, he, Hermione, Ron, the twins, and Ginny, were leaving for Hogwarts immediately, leaving no time to use it at the Burrow again.

 

Ron, on the other hand, nearly had a heart attack after realizing the book was missing from his hiding spot.  After searching the broom shed for the book; he asked Harry if he knew where it was.  Harry, who had just found it in the twins’ room, showed Ron, telling him that the twins had stolen it from him.  Ron was confused, but relieved to know the book was in good hands.  He and Harry discussed using it again before they left, but knew that a crowded house would make it tricky, opting to use it on the train, where they’d have some privacy in their cabin.

 

Luckily for Harry and Ron, there was a perfectly good spell for them to use on the train.  The spell had already been tested out on Narcissa Malfoy by Ron, and in a secluded cabin, the spell would work just fine.

 

With that, everyone made preparations to leave for Platform 9 ¾, packing their trunks and making their way by taxi to the train station.

 

‘Got everything… have a good year… and stay out of trouble, you two!’ yelled Mrs. Weasley, as she waved off everybody.

 

Everyone was now on the Hogwarts train, traveling by rail to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  Hermione, Ron and Harry found an empty cabin all to themselves.  They all stored their luggage in their overhead compartments before taking their seats, chatting a little before Harry made his move.  Harry looked over at Ron, smiling, before he made his way to the cabin door to pull down the window blinds and lock the door.  This was it; the moment both Harry and Ron had been waiting for, ever since the Quidditch World Cup.

 

‘What are you doing Harry?’ asked Hermione, as Harry got up and closed the blinds.

 

‘Just getting us a little privacy’ replied Harry, with a wicked grin on his face.

 

Just as Harry moved his hand to lock the door, it slammed open, knocking Harry out cold when the door struck him right in the head.  He fell backwards onto the floor; his body limp and a red bump forming on his forehead.

 

‘Harry!’ yelled Hermione and Ron, moving over to Harry’s unconscious body.

 

‘Smooth Potter… I hope that leaves another scar for everyone to gawk at!’ laughed Draco Malfoy, as he entered the compartment with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him.

 

‘What do you want Malfoy!’ responded an angry Ron.

 

‘Ohh… Sorry… were you and Potter about to double team the Mudblood’ replied Malfoy, pleased by his quick comeback.

 

Ron almost swallowed his tongue after hearing Malfoy.  Harry and Ron had actually planned to do what Malfoy had just said, until he had interrupted them.

 

Malfoy realized immediately that Ron had hesitated, proving his obvious guilt.  ‘You were, weren’t you…? You were about to fuck this little slut!’ said Malfoy, as he continued to guffaw with his cronies.

 

Hermione looked shocked.  She looked over at Ron, wondering if it was indeed true.  Hermione could tell Ron was blushing, embarrassed over the fact that Malfoy had seen right through him

 

‘Ron… Disgusting… You weren’t actually going to do that… Were you?’ Hermione asked a flustered Ron. 

 

Before Ron could reply, he made to raise his wand and curse Malfoy for embarrassing him.  ‘Eat Slugs Mal---’ started Ron, but was quickly interrupted.

 

‘Stupefy!’ cried Malfoy, hitting Ron right in the chest and knocking him out cold.

 

Hermione reached for her wand, but before she could pull it out, Goyle had grabbed her wrist and yanked the wand from her fingers.

 

‘Noooo!’ She screamed, realizing she was now defenseless.

 

‘Let’s see what Potter and Weasley have in their bags… Maybe I can find a way to get them into even more trouble’ said Malfoy to himself, as he looked through their trunks.  ‘What’s this’ said Malfoy, picking up a leather-bound book from Harry’s trunk, while Hermione continued to struggle against Goyle.

 

Malfoy read the title and flipped through the pages, shocked at what he was reading.  ‘Sex spells… all of them’ said Malfoy, with his jaw wide open.

 

‘What?’ said Hermione, who was shocked at the fact that Harry and Ron had actually planned to fuck her together.

 

‘I think we need to make a deal’ said Malfoy to Hermione.  ‘Either you do what I say, or I’ll turn this book over to Professor Snape and get your two boyfriends expelled’

 

‘What?’ asked Hermione, confused about what Malfoy wanted.  She had a lingering feeling that his continuous glances at her body were far from innocent.

 

‘I’d use one of these spells, but I don’t think I need to with Mudlood whore like you’ Malfoy responded with a grin forming on his face.

 

Hermione’s eyes opened wide as she realized what Malfoy was talking about and why he kept checking her out.  She wanted to say no, but knew if she did, he’d turn over the book to Snape and get Harry and Ron expelled.

 

‘Fine!’ said Hermione, dejected and resigned to her fate.

 

‘First… Suck their cocks!’ said Malfoy pointing at both Crabbe and Goyle.

 

‘Ewwww… No’ replied Hermione, as she felt Goyle tighten his grip on her wrist before he started unzipping his pants.

 

‘You heard me Mudblood… Suck their cocks or your friends are getting expelled’ shouted Malfoy, locking the door behind him and letting Crabbe get by him towards Hermione.

 

A tear rolled down Hermione’s cheek before she nodded her head and prepared to take her first look at a male cock.  She felt Goyle let go of her wrist and push her onto the floor, where she sat their, surrounded by two very large boys.

 

Crabbe and Goyle removed their pants, revealing two massive but still soft cocks.  Malfoy motioned for her to take hold of their hardening cocks.  He pointed his wand at Ron’s head for a little extra motivation.

 

Hermione was sitting on her knees right in the middle of the two boys as she reached out with both hands and took hold of the boys’ stiffening cocks.  Hermione’s fingers wrapped around their wide cocks, slightly stroking them back and forth with a look of pure disgust in her eyes.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this for Harry and Ron, after finding out they were going to do the same thing to her.  She could hear Crabbe and Goyle groaning at her soft touch as she continued rubbing them off.  Hermione could tell that they were enjoying themselves, as their cocks continued to grow at an alarming rate.

 

‘That’s it, you cum-guzzling whore… keep stroking them off… they’re just an appetizer for the main course’ said Malfoy, beginning to massage his own cock through the thin material of his pants.

 

Hermione could hardly stand it as Goyle started to lean forward, positioning his cock near her mouth.  Resigned to doing what she must; Hermione guided Goyle’s now ten inch monster into her trembling mouth.  Hermione held onto Crabbe’s cock as Goyle took hold of the back of Hermione’s head and began forcing his cock down her throat.

 

‘Mmmpff… Mmmppff… Mmmppfff’ mumbled Hermione, as Goyle jammed his cock further down her throat.

 

‘Ha ha ha… that’s it Goyle… slam it down her throat’ Malfoy said laughing at the glorious sight in front of him.  Malfoy felt like he was dreaming; he would have never thought the sight in front of him possible.  The fact that it was Hermione being face fucked brutally, only made it sweeter.

 

Hermione could hardly breathe as Malfoy made fun of her.  Goyle now had his entire ten inches down her throat as he moved his hips back and forth, fucking her face as hard as he could.  Hermione started gagging with saliva running down her chin as Goyle remained unmerciful.

 

All of a sudden however, Hermione felt Goyle pull back, letting her breath for a second.  She had thought Goyle’s was giving her a chance to catch her breath, before she realized why he had pulled back.

 

‘Unggghhhh!’ grunted Goyle, as he unloaded several hot sticky strings of his warm cum, all over Hermione’s pretty face.  Still struggling for breath; Hermione was coated with several long and thick strands of Goyle’s sperm, some landing directly in her mouth, before he finally stopped.  Goyle stepped back, and even though Hermione was coated in his cum, she could still see him guffawing with Malfoy.

 

Hermione felt Crabbe move towards her, and like Goyle, he took hold of the back of her head.  But unlike Goyle, Crabbed pushed Hermione onto her back before lying over her face and fucking her f mouth with his entire ten inches, even harder then Goyle had.

 

Both Goyle and Malfoy were enjoying the show as Hermione continued to be manhandled by the much larger Crabbe.  All they could hear were the sounds of Crabbe’s balls slapping against Hermione’s chin and her struggling to breathe.  While Hermione’s face continued to get pounded, Malfoy began to get undress; disrobing completely and getting ready to have his turn with Hermione.

 

Hermione had no idea what Malfoy was doing, owing to the fact that her entire face was being assaulted.  Just like before, Hermione could hardly breathe, as her airway was being cut off by a rather large cock.

 

Crabbe was nearing his end as he began to pant.  Unlike Goyle however, Crabbe had no intention of pulling out of her hot slick mouth and cumming on her face.  He was determined to fire his entire load down her throat as his cock began to swell and he began to grunt.

 

‘UNGHHHHH!’ grunted Crabbe, filling Hermione’s mouth and throat with an excessive amount of hot cum.  Hermione could hardly breathe before, but after having her throat filled with Crabbe’s semen, she started to suffocate.  Fortunately for Hermione; Crabbe got off of her face and sprayed the last two globs of his cum on her face.  Hermione choked down the cum in her throat before spitting the rest out, trying to catch her breath as Crabbe started to get dressed.  Breathing hard, Hermione sat up to see what was next.  She was horrified at the sight of Malfoy moving towards her, completely naked, and a gleam of lust in his eyes.

 

‘Clean yourself up Mudblood!’ Malfoy said, ripping off her skirt and tossing it at her face.

 

Hermione dutifully wiped Crabbe and Goyle’s cum from her face before she felt Malfoy’s cold fingertips clawing at her white panties.

 

‘Let’s see what’s under these’ said Malfoy, tearing away Hermione’s panties and revealing a completely shaved pussy.  ‘Look… this whore shaves her twat!’ Malfoy continued, looking back at Crabbe and Goyle.

 

‘Fuck off!’ Hermione responded, trying to pull her panties up and escape the worsening situation she was in.

 

‘Language Mudblood… there’s no need for profanities… just remember the deal’ replied Malfoy, now reaching for Hermione’s sweater, tearing it off, along with her dress shirt and bra.  Hermione’s tits were the best Malfoy had ever seen; perfectly shaped, firm, and capped off by tiny pink nipples.

 

All Hermione had left on were her shoes, her long school socks and her Gryffindor tie.  Tears were streaming down her face at this point, knowing what was to come next, as Malfoy took hold of his cock and positioned it near her slit.  Hermione wasn’t anywhere near ready as she looked down, seeing Malfoy rubbing his already hard six inch cock against her tight shaved pussy.  Hermione knew it was going to hurt.  She’d never had sex before, and as she looked up at Malfoy’s crazed face, she knew he wasn’t going to help matters or take it easy on her.

 

Malfoy was overjoyed, as he started to press his cock against her tight slit; Hermione may have been a dirty Mudblood to Malfoy, but she still was one of the hottest girls at Hogwarts.  With her being such an uptight slut, it was all the sweeter, as Malfoy pushed hard, getting the head of his cock in her beautiful pussy.

 

‘Owwww!’ screamed Hermione in pain, as she struggled to push Malfoy off her.  She couldn’t bare the pain anymore, trying to push Malfoy out of her, as Malfoy started to push harder.  Hermione was quickly subdued by Malfoy; holding down her wrists as she squirmed in pain.

 

‘Calm down Mudblood, or its going to hurt more!’ grunted Malfoy, trying to fit more of his cock into Hermione.

 

Hermione complied, letting Malfoy shift his hips back and forth against hers, grinding more and more of his cock into her.  Malfoy kept at it for another five minutes, before his cock met Hermione’s flexible hymen barrier.

 

‘Wait….’ cried Hermione before looking up at Malfoy to see that same crazed look in his eyes.  She knew what was coming, as Malfoy used all his leverage to break through Hermione’s maidenhood.

 

‘Ungghhhh’ grunted Malfoy, finally breaking through the flexible barrier and getting the rest of his six inches into Hermione.

 

Hermione was in so much pain that she quickly passed out; leaving herself defenseless against Malfoy’s hurried thrusting.  Before she passed out however, Hermione had felt a warm sensation begin to move through her body.  Hermione had her first orgasm as she passed out, never feeling the wonderful sensation.

 

Malfoy looked down as he felt Hermione’s juices and blood coat his cock, which continued to pump in and out of her loosening twat.  The fact that she had cum, coupled with her passing out, had meant that Hermione’s pussy had loosened greatly.  Her pussy was now wet and slick, making it far easier to quicken his pace and reach his own end.  It took another five minutes of hard humping before Malfoy began to feel his balls tighten. The pressure was building quickly, and he knew that he was about to blow his load at any second.  Not wanting to impregnate the Mudblood and disgrace the Malfoy family name, Malfoy pulled out in the nick of time, deciding instead to finish on her flat stomach.

 

‘Unghhh’ grunted Malfoy, unleashing several long strands of his hot cum onto Hermione’s shaved pussy and stomach.  Malfoy was smiling as he fired off a few more warm loads up onto Hermione’s pert little breasts.  After finally finishing; Malfoy lifted himself off of Hermione, straddled her face, opened her mouth, and inserting his cum and blood coated cock into her unconscious mouth.

 

‘Ahhhh!’ sighed Malfoy, before getting up and clothing himself.  ‘I’ll keep this, and you three can have each other’ said Malfoy, looking down at the unconscious trio of Hermione, Harry, and Ron, before picking up the Spellbook of Desires and leaving the cabin with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

 

Two hours later, as the sky was beginning to darken and the train was nearing Hogwarts, Hermione finally awoke, finding a large quantity of cum on her stomach and breasts, and a weird taste in her mouth.  Hermione cleaned herself up before finding her Hogwarts school uniform and getting dressed.  Harry and Ron were still unconscious, and Hermione was glad of it; not wanting to have to explain to Harry and Ron that she’d just lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy.

 

‘Enervate’ said Hermione, pointing her wand at both Harry and Ron in succession; waking them both.

 

She explained to them that Malfoy had knocked her out, right after stealing Harry’s book.  She failed to mention her suspicions of Harry and Ron’s intentions to fuck her and the fact that Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy had sexually molested her.  Not only because she was embarrassed, but because she wanted her revenge on Malfoy for everything he’d done to her.

 

‘What’s that in your hair Hermione?’ asked Ron, pointing at a large strand of cum still in her hair.

e man asked. When my mother didn't answer he slapped her viciously across the face. "I asked you a question, you'd better answer!"
   "Y-ye-yes," she said.
   "This your kid?"
   "Yes."
   "Where's your old man?"
   "W-we're divorced, he doesn't live here with us."
   "Well, looks like we got lucky here, guys. Two white bitches with no man. Bet their cunts can't wait for some cock." Looking at me, he leered. "Or maybe this little one here is a virgin. That right? You a virgin, cunt?"
   "Leave my daughter alone!" my mom yelled.
   The man slammed a fist into her stomach and she doubled over and then he smashed a knee into her pussy and she fell to the floor. "Don't you ever talk to me unless I ask you something, cunt!" Taking me by the hair, he said, "Now, I asked you a question!"
   "No, I'm not a virgin."
   "Good. We're gonna have a lotta fun with you girlie." The other men laughed.
   "Shit! There ain't nothing here worth a fuck. Except these two. Ray, get the truck and we'll take them along. Bubba, bring the bitch's car and lock this place up so it looks normal."
   He looked at me again and I saw a gleam in his eyes. "Carl, take the old broad to the van. I'll be out with this one in a minute." I watched as they dragged mom to the door.
   "What's your name, girlie?"
   "Melissa."
   "Well, Melissa, you're gonna go for a ride. And you won't be needing these anymore..." He roughly grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. Then he pulled my jeans off and ripped my panties away and I was naked. He ran his hands over my breasts, ass, belly, thighs and pussy. "Nice, real nice. How old are you?"
   "Thirteen."
   Taking my tits in his hands, he said. "You sure? These are way to big to be just thirteen."
   "I guess I got them from my mother," I said, embarrassed.
   "Yeah, I saw those big jugs of hers through her blouse. How many times have you been fucked, girlie?"
   "Just once."
   "Yeah, I can sure believe that. You're as tight as a vise. Who fucked you?"
   "A boy at school."
   "Was it good? Did you like it? Did you come?"
   "No, it hurt and I didn't like it and I don't know what you mean by come."
   He laughed. "Oh, baby, you're something else, you are. So your boyfriend didn't know how to fuck, huh? Well, I do, and I'm gonna fuck you, Melissa. Lots of times. And I'll show you what come means. You'll like it when I fuck you." He looked around the room. "Shit, let's get the hell out of this dump. I can't stand it. Say good-bye to this place, baby. You won't be seeing it again."
   I trembled as he took my arm and led me out the door, still naked, into the cold, winter darkness. "Cold, baby? Well, don't worry, we'll warm you up soon." Turning to the man he called Bubba, he said, "See you back at the place. Fix it up good, you hear?"
   As we got to the door of the van and he opened it, I saw my mother inside, blindfolded. He put me in next to her and we drove off. They took us deep into the city. I could tell by the sounds. Finally we stopped and we were led into a building where we went down some stairs and through a lot of doors. The nameless man who had talked to me in the house took me and sat me down on a couch. He made me sit with my legs spread wide. "I want to see your little pussy, baby, and think about what I'm gonna fuck later. Don't close your legs, hear? And don't get off this couch, either, or you'll be punished and you won't like that, I promise." So I sat and waited.
   He walked over to the two men holding my mother's arms. He put his face close to hers and said, "Now look, bitch. You had a bad attitude back there at the house and I should beat the fucking shit out of you. But I think I'll give you another chance." He took the blindfold off my mom and stepped back so she could see me naked on the couch. She gasped loudly.
   "That's right, bitch, look at little Melissa over there. Isn't she beautiful? I like her. She didn't have no attitude problem like you did." He pulled a long, thick leather belt from around his waist and snapped it in my mother's face. "Now here's how it's gonna work. If I ask you a question, you're gonna answer it, and if I tell you to do something, you're gonna do it. Cuz if you don't, I'm gonna have to go over there to sweet Melissa and whip this belt across her pretty, little pussy. Do you want me to do that to her?"
   "N-no," she said.
   "There, that's better, bitch. Just behave like that and it'll all be fine. Now, take off your clothes!"
   I turned my head and he said to me, "Melissa, you watch her. Don't turn your head again!"
   I looked back as my mom began unbuttoning her blouse and took it off. Then she took off her sneakers and slid her pants down her legs, standing there shivering in her panties and bra. She rolled the panties off her hips and down her legs and kicked them off. Finally her bra dropped and her huge jugs popped free.
   The man stepped back behind her and reached around and took a breast in each hand, lifting them. "Jeez, would you look at these tits! They must weigh twenty pounds each!" My mom's face turned red as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers for awhile. Then he walked around in front of her and saw her red face. "Don't be embarrassed, honey," he said with a laugh, "you tits may be big but they sure are beautiful and we're all gonna love playing with them. Put your hands on your head." When she did he lightly slapped each breast, watching them move and quiver. "Still nice and firm," he said. "Okay spread your legs and let's see that cunt that sweet Melissa came out of."
   My mom moved her feet about two feet apart and the man kneeled down between her legs. She shuddered as he grabbed her cunt lips and spread them, and pushed two fingers, then three up her pussy. He moved his fingers in and out and twisted them around for almost ten minutes. My mom's breathing grew ragged. "Good," the man said, "still pretty tight and nice and wet and responsive." He pulled his fingers out and I could see them glistening in the light. He put them in his mouth and sucked them dry. "Tastes good too." He was really enjoying my mom's embarrassment.
   "What's your name?"
   "Debbie."
   "Debbie!" he scoffed. "What a fucking stupid name. Like the doll, huh? Well, maybe that's OK after all. It's appropriate."
   "How old are you?"
   "Thirty."
   "That all? Man, you had Melissa when you were just a young chick, huh? Well, that's not too bad. We like them younger, but you'll do OK, I think. Maybe it'll be fun to have an older broad around."
   "I already know about Melissa's sex life. Did you know that she's been fucked?"
   "No."
   "Just once though, and she didn't like it. That'll change soon."
   My mom looked at me and jumped at the word "change."
   "Now I want to know all about your sex life. You can lie if you want to but you're gonna be here a long time and if I ever catch you in a lie to me you'll wish you hadn't. So, are you gonna lie to me?"
   "N-no...but--"
   "But what?"
   "Ill tell you everything you want to know, but could Melissa leave the room, please?"
   "No, she stays, she wants to hear what a hot cunt her mother is too. Don't you Melissa?"
   "Y-y-y-yes," I stuttered after a pause when I saw him coming toward me with the belt.
   "Good," he said, "but next time you'd better answer right away if you know what's good for you."
   He stood close to my mother. "Now, were you a virgin when you were married?"
   "No."
   How old were you," he said, putting two fingers back up her pussy, "when a boy or a man put his cock in here and busted your cherry?"
   "Ten."
   "Did you--" All of a sudden he looked at me as a new, even more humiliating idea for my mom struck him. "Melissa, come here, sweets." I rose and went to him. "Give me your hand, Melissa." He took my hand and, taking three of my fingers, brought it close to my mom's cunt.
   "No, please--"
   As quick as a flash he pushed me back on the floor and called a man over. He told the man what to do and he took my legs and spread them and pulled them back over my head while I was on my back on the floor. My pussy was wide open. Then the man handed the belt to my mom and said, "Take this and whip little Melissa right across her pretty cunt. If you don't I'll do it and if I have to do it she gets ten, as hard as I can. Also if you don't hit her hard enough for me, I'll give her ten anyway. Now, do it!" My mom took the belt and with tears in her eyes, she brought it down between my legs where it exploded directly into my pussy. I screamed and tears filled my eyes. The man took the belt from my mother. "I didn't tell you to talk, did I, bitch?"
   "No, I'm sorry."
   "She's your little girl. I think you'd better watch it, the next time she gets ten, from me." He took my hand again and made me put three fingers into my mom's pussy. "Melissa, what do you have your fingers in?"
   "My mother's p-p-p-pussy."
   "How does it feel in there?"
   "Hot and wet and slimy."
   "Put another finger inside her." He watched while I did it. My mom's face was horrid and tears came from her eyes. "Now, I'm going to whisper the questions to Melissa and she's going to ask you and if you don't answer Melissa's pussy is going to be real painful."
   And we began.
   "Mom, do you love me."
   "Yes, darling."
   "Then why did you whip my cunt?"
   "I didn't want you to put your hand in me."
   He made me move my fingers in and out of her cunt and thrust them and twist them around inside her.
   "What am I doing to your cunt, mother?"
   "You're fingering me."
   "What else?"
   "You're fucking me with your fingers."
   "Do you like it?"
   "N-yes."
   He took my hand out of her and led her over to the couch. He sat my mom down on the couch and made her spread her legs as far as they would go. Then he brought me over and made me kneel between her legs. He took my hand and made me make a fist. Then he forced my fist into her pussy up to my wrist. My mom's eyes widened and she groaned loudly. Then the questions came again.
   "How old were you when you lost your cherry?"--"Ten."
   "Who fucked you first?"--"The boy next door."
   "Did you like it?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come?"--"No."
   "Why?"--"He came too fast."
   "How old was the boy?"--"Eighteen."
   "Did he rape you?"--"No."
   "Did you want him to fuck you?"--"Yes."
   "Did he come in your little pussy?"--"Yes."
   "Did he eat your little cunt?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come then?"--"Yes."
   "Did he ever fuck you in the ass?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come?"--"No."
   "Did you suck his cock?"--"Yes."
   "Did he shoot his sperm in your mouth?"--"Yes."
   "Did you swallow it?"--"Yes."
   "Did you like it?"--"Yes."
   "Did you ever fuck a cousin or a brother or someone in your family?"--"Yes."
   "Who was it?"--"My brother and my f-father."
   "How many times did your father fuck you?"--"I don't know--a lot."
   "How many times did your brother fuck you?"--"Every night and a lot of times in the days too."
   "Did you come when your father fucked you?"--"Yes."
   "Did you come when your brother fucked you?"--"Yes."
   "How many different guys fucked you before you graduated high school?"--"I don't know?"
   "More than twenty?"--"Yes."
   "More than fifty?"--"Yes."
   "Do you know what a gang bang is?"--"Yes."
   "Were you ever in one?"--"Yes.
   "Who gang banged you?"--"My brother and his friends."
   "How old were you?"--"Twelve."
   "How old were they?"--"Fifteen to eighteen."
   "How many were there?"--"Twenty."
   "Did they all fuck you?"--"Yes."
   "Did you let them?"--"I don't understand?"
   "Did you want them all to fuck you?"--"No."
   "Did they force you?"--"Yes."
   "How?"--"My brother told me he would tell my mom about me and him and my dad."
   "Your brother knew your dad fucked you?"--"Yes."
   "And your father knew about your brother too?"--"Yes."
   "Did they ever share you?"--"What do you mean?"
   "Did they ever fuck you at the same time?"--"Yes."
   "A lot of times?"--"Yes."
   "Tell me about that."
   "My mother worked on weekends and my dad was home. He made me stay naked for him all day long until my mother came home. My father and my brother fucked me whenever they wanted to and I had to suck their cocks too."
   "Did your mother ever find out?"--"No."
   "Did you come at the gang bang?"--"Not at first."
   "But later you did?"--"Yes."
   "How many times?"--"I don't know, lot's of times."
   "Were you the only girl there?"--"No."
   "Who else was there?"--"My sister."
   "How old was she?"--"Thirteen."
   "Did they make you play with her?"--"Yes."
   "Did you eat her pussy?"--"Yes."
   "Did she eat yours?"--"Yes."
   "Did you both come?"--"Yes."
   "The boys fucked your cunt?"--"Yes."
   "Your mouth?"--"Yes.
   "Your asshole?"--"Yes."
   "Did they do other things to you?"--"Yes."
   "Name one."--"They tied me up."
   "Another."--"They spanked me."
   "What else?"--"They made me pee so they could watch."
   "What else?"--"They had a dog fuck me."
   "Did you fuck your husband a lot?"--"Yes."
   "Then why is Melissa your only kid?"--"After I had her I got my tubes tied."
   "Why did you get divorced?"--"My husband caught me fucking my brother one day and he left."
   "Is your pussy hot right now?"--"Yes."
   "Would you like to come?"--"Oh, yes!"
   Her body was hunching my hand but he made her stop. Still she trembled and her tits shook like jello and her breathing was heavy. I could feel her thighs clenching and unclenching.
   "Do you like me fucking you with my hand?"--"Yes, oh yes!"
   "Hard or soft?"--"Hard!"
   "If I make you come will you make me come?"--"Yes."
   "How?"--"I'll s-s-suck your pussy."
   "Do you want me to suck yours?"--"Yes."
   The man pulled my hand out of her cunt and laid me flat on my back on the floor, then he led my mom over and made her squat down with her cunt right over my face and her face right over my pussy. "Now, when I tell you to, I want you to eat each other's pussies. Don't stop till both of you have come. Begin." My mother's pussy came down on my mouth as I felt her mouth on mine. I didn't know what to do so I just did what she did. Her tongue entered me and moved around inside me so that's what I did. She tasted acrid and salty but it wasn't bad exactly. I began sucking when she did and she began rubbing her pussy on my lips and nose, up and down, side to side, covering my face with her cunt juice. Then I began feeling hot waves coming from my cunt in unbelievable strength. I began moaning into her pussy and licked and sucked at her harder as the feeling grew and finally exploded through my body in a rush. So this was coming, I thought. Almost instantly, my mother bucked frenziedly against my mouth and almost drowned me with cunt juice.
   "Okay," he said, "that was good. Now, get up and come with me."
   We followed him down a long hallway to a bedroom. He told the other guys to leave us alone. They looked disappointed but obeyed him. "Now, I know you so you should know my name at least, I guess. I'm Carl. Now we're gonna have a little fun."
   He sat us on the huge bed and said. "Do either of you know what's happening to you here? Debbie?"
   "You've kidnapped us and you're going to rape us and stuff."
   "Melissa?"
   "We're going to be made slaves of the Graves."
   "How did you know that?"
   "A friend told me about it. I knew when I saw your red bandannas."
   "And you've accepted that?"
   "Yes, what else can I do?"
   "Right. What about you, Debbie?"
   "I don't understand this. What--"
   "Okay, I'll explain it to you. Melissa already knows. I didn't "kidnap" you. I took you. Stole you. You belong to me now. You're a Grave slave. As Melissa said, I'm the head of the Graves so that means you belong to me. To you, I'm God because you'll live or die as I want. You survived your first lesson in the other room. If you obey, you get pleasure. If not, you get pain. It's up to you. If you obey we take care of you completely. No more hunger, or worrying about things. We handle it all. You'll have good food, luxurious rooms, everything you want, we'll get for you. Except clothes, of course. You'll never wear clothes again. But you won't need them, believe me. But if you disobey enough, I'll kill you, slowly and painfully. Don't make that happen. Now for your next lesson. Melissa, go into the bathroom and bring me the black box under the sink."
   I went and got the box. "Debbie, you'll be first. None of our slaves are allowed to wear anything we don't put on them. That includes hair, so now I'm going to remove all of yours. Come here."
   My mother rose and went to him in a state of shock. She hadn't grasped the situation yet, I knew, but I was glad she wasn't fighting him. He laid her down on the floor and put her legs on the bed, spread wide. Then he took electric barber's shears out of the box and plugged it in to an outlet. He bent to her cunt and ran the shears over her, cutting away her cunt hair until all that was left was a patch of short, stubby hairs. Then he spread a pinkish lotion over her and waited about five minutes before wiping it and all the remaining hair off and her pussy was as bald as the day she was born. Spreading her ass cheeks, he checked her asshole, but she was hairless there so he let go.
   Pulling her up, he sat her on the floor and cut off her eyebrows and then ran the shears over her head, letting her long beautiful, blonde hair fall to the floor. Then he stood her up and used the lotion until her whole body was covered in it. He made her stand there for five minutes and then told her to go into the bathroom and wash the lotion off in the shower. When she came back he ran his hands all over her body. "Good, not a hair left anywhere." I went through the same process and then he sat us on the bed.
   "You two will be in the same room once your training is over. It will be your responsibility to use this lotion every day to keep yourselves hairless. If you fail, the punishment will be heavy."
   My mother and I looked at each other, barely recognizable now as the same people as before. She was emotionless, still dazed.
   "From now on whenever you sit down, unless you're in your room with each other, you will sit with your legs spread so your cunts are visible. Melissa. put your leg over Debbie's so both of your cunts can be seen. Good. Also when you're standing, your legs will be spread and if you are told to lie down anywhere, you'll lie with your legs spread. You will never speak unless asked a question or are given permission to speak. To get permission you put both hands on your head and open your mouth wide. You will stay like that until told either yes or no. You are no longer mother and daughter. You are slave and slave. You will call each other by name or any other thing you are told to call each other."
   "That's enough rules for now. There will be more later. Now for a lesson. Debbie. lay on the bed on your back." She slid up on the bed and laid down, keeping her legs spread. I was relieved that the words had sunk into her brain. He opened a drawer in a chest by the bed and handed her a long, thick, soft rubber double headed dildo. "Take this and out one end in your cunt and push it in as far as it will go." She took the dildo and pressed it to her pussy. It spread her cunt open as she forced over half of it inside her and stopped with about ten inches sticking out of her pussy. "Debbie, get off the bed and stand beside it. Melissa, lay on the bed on your back." I got on the bed where she had just been. "Debbie, get down between Melissa's legs, put your cock in her pussy and lie on top of her." I felt her pushing the dildo into my cunt, having to force it into me as my pussy stretched to accommodate it. Then, she laid down on top of me. It went all the way in and I yelped. "Debbie, fuck Melissa with your big cock."
   She began thrusting it in and out of me. I could feel my cunt walls opening and closing as the dildo entered and withdrew. "Fuck her harder." She began pounding into me, driving my body down into the mattress when she came down on top of me. "Stop!"
   "Now, Debbie take you cock out of Melissa's cunt and stand here. Melissa, get up and get on your knees between Debbie's legs. Okay, Melissa, take Debbie's cock and lick your cunt juice off of it." I licked all over the rubber cock, tasting my own nectar. I liked it.
   "Now, Melissa, put Debbie's cock in your mouth." As I put it between my lips, Carl pushed my head forward until I gagged then pulled it back a little. "Relax your throat muscles, Melissa, and breathe through your nose." He pushed my head forward but again I gagged. "When the cock touches your throat, swallow." Once again he pushed my head forward and when I swallowed, the rubber dick went down my throat until my mouth was pressed against Debbie's cunt. "Debbie, take the cock out of your cunt, kneel down and put it in your mouth." When it was in her mouth, he held the cock in the middle and pushed Debbie's head toward mine. I knew the cock was going down her throat too. Then he stopped, "Debbie, bite down on the cock." Then he pushed my head forward and the cock went farther into my throat until I was kissing Debbie's mouth. "Good. Breathe through your noses." After a few minutes he pulled our heads back and took the cock from our mouths. We both gasped for air.
   "Sit on the edge of the bed, Debbie. Melissa, come here and undress me." I went to Carl and took his clothes off. I gasped when I saw his cock. It was almost 16 inches long and very thick and he had huge, hanging balls. "Kneel down and suck my cock." I went down and put his cock in my mouth. He gave me instructions on how to move my head and use my tongue on him. Then he grabbed my ears and slowly pushed his cock down my throat until it was all in and my face was pressed against his crotch. I didn't gag at all. Then he began fucking my face, slowly at first, then faster. I felt his cock swelling and he pulled all but the head out. "I'm going to come in your mouth. Don't swallow it." I felt the bursts of starchy liquid shoot into my mouth. When it stopped he pulled his cock out. "Go to Debbie and kiss her and give her half of my sperm. Then both of you swallow it."
   After we did he took padded leather straps and put them around our wrists and ankles. And he put dog collars around our necks and snapped chains to them. "Get on your knees and crawl behind me." He led us into another room where eighteen Graves were drinking and playing pool. "Debbie, stand up." Then to the men, "This is Debbie, one of our new slaves. She's yours for tonight. You can fuck her, tie her up, spank her, slap her, hurt her, piss and shit on and in her. But no one is to bruise her or cut her. The one who does will answer to the master. If she disobeys, force her and tell me tomorrow and I will punish her, no one else. Enjoy."
   We left Debbie there and he led me back to the bedroom. "You may rise and speak freely till I tell you different." He removed the collar from my neck.
   "Do you understand why you are here and Debbie is in there?"
   "I think so. It's because you want me."
   "Partly. But I want her too. Only she has not yet accepted what you have. If she had, both of you would be here with me."
   "But she did everything you ordered, as I did."
   "Yes, but her eyes had not yet accepted as yours have. Why have you submitted so easily?"
   "Because I felt that this is the only choice I have."
   "Is that all?"
   "No, I think I want to be a slave."
   "It excites you?"
   "Yes, but it makes me feel safer too."
   "Do you have questions for me?"
   "Just--they won't hurt my mo-Debbie, will they?"
   "Some, but not more than she can take. You must stop thinking of her as your mother. Neither of you has a past now. She is simply a slave as you are. I will keep you two together and you will be connected later. But she is not your mother anymore."
   "And they will really shit and piss on her?"
   "Yes. Slaves must accept all parts of their masters."
   "I see."
   "It scares you?"
   "Yes, but I will accept it."
   "And you will accept pain?"
   "I will try."
   "Then let's see. Come with me." He led me to a double doorway leading to a study. On the frame and floor were steel hooks. With ropes to my wrist and ankle cuffs he tied me to the hooks with my arms and legs spread wide. Then he put a tight corset on me that forced my tits up and out and my ass cheeks down and out. He placed a black rubber helmet over my head that prevented me from seeing anything. My nose was free but a thick rubber gag went in my mouth and held it wide with rubber flaps that snapped in place behind my teeth, preventing me from spitting it out. A hard collar that went from my chin to my shoulders stretched my neck and held my head up.
   "Now you are ready, Melissa. Since this is your first lesson in pain, I will be easier on you than I will be later. If you learn from this lesson you will discover a surprising fact. We will see if you learn the lesson."
   I heard loud music begin to play and then it began. A stinging slap exploded across my left cheek immediately followed by one to my right. Then he moved down to my out thrust tits. He slapped each one open handed, alternately, left then right. He counted each slap. My boobs were blasted from side to side, up and down until his count reached 200. My tits burned with a hot fire and tears ran from my covered eyes. Next he applied powerful slaps to the insides of my thighs. I got fifty to each one. They joined my tits as burning points on my body. Then a loud slap landed directly on my pussy. I screamed and twisted in my bonds. But he continued to slap my cunt until he had counted to 50 again. My knees buckled and I hung limply from my arms.
   Then I felt something long and thin slide back and forth between my swollen cunt lips. It was a riding crop I found out later. He was behind me now and my mind exploded when the first slash connected across my ass cheeks. He laid them on rapidly, moving from the top of my ass down to my knees. It went on forever and I thought I would die from this pain.
   But it was nothing compared to what came next. The crop landed directly between my cunt lips, bursting my being apart with the pain. Nine more licks to my pussy, each harder than the last, left me dangling helplessly, crying, sobbing, wanting to p[ass out. Then 10 hard strokes directly across each of my nipples that I hardly felt through my burning, stinging, bursting cunt.
   "Okay, Melissa, that's it." He began taking me down from the ropes and removing my restraints. I could barely stand but my whole body was tingling with something new. Coming up through the pain was a new feeling. One that excited me.
   "Come here to the mirror and look at your body." I saw my tits were reddened all over and streaked from the crop. My ass and thighs were the same. But what shocked me was my pussy. It was blood red, swollen, my pussy lips huge and bloated, standing out so my hole was clearly exposed and open. My clit was rock hard and larger than I'd ever seen it. I was surprised that there was no blood. It had felt like he was cutting my skin apart, but there wasn't a drop on my body.
   "Describe your experience to me."
   "It started out bad, then the pain became unbearable and I was so weak."
   "And now?"
   "I feel something else. Almost like a good feeling. And I'm excited by the way my body looks, especially my pussy."
   "You have learned the lesson already. Pain and pleasure can become one. You may be a perfect slave after all. A natural one."
   "Come over to the bed. Let's see how Debbie's doing." He turned on a large screen TV and on it, almost life-size we saw her. She was tied down to the pool table, her legs impossibly wide. A man's voice was saying, "Come on, cunt, bear down, push it out!" We saw Debbie's stomach tighten with her efforts and slowly something white appeared between her cunt lips. It kept coming out until finally it shot out of her pussy. It was a pool ball! "Let's do it again!" The ball was placed at her cunt, right at the entrance to her gaping pussy hole. The another man placed the cue ball on the table, took a cue and made his shot. The cue ball hit the ball at her cunt driving it up inside her. "Let's give her another one!" Another ball slammed up her pussy, then a third and a fourth. Her thighs strained at the rope holding them. I looked on in lusty excitement.
   Then three men with pool cues began slamming pool balls savagely against her full cunt. Her head flailed from side to side and she was screaming horribly. Then they untied her and a man with a huge, grotesque cock grabbed her head and forced her on her knees and slammed the giant pole into her mouth and down her throat. The cock was so big we could see its progress down her throat by the bulge traveling down her neck. Then it began moving back and forth rapidly. I was enthralled by the lascivious sight but I was soon treated to another. A man spread her ass cheeks and we could see something pink sticking out of her ass about an inch. Her grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a huge butt plug and now, with it gone, her asshole still gaped open widely. The man began grabbing pool balls and shoving them up inside her ass. It was unbelievable, watching her asshole open to swallow to big balls and he kept on pushing them in until he had twelve of them inside her ass. The man fucking her face pulled his cock out of her mouth and then we saw Debbie's throat muscles working as she swallowed his sperm. Then she licked his cock clean before he stepped away.
   "I think she may turn out okay," Carl said. "Now let me show you what pleasure really is." He put me on the bed on my hands and knees, spreading my ass cheeks and began licking up and down my ass crack and all around my tight asshole till it was dripping wet from his saliva.
   "Your asshole is virgin, isn't it?" "Yes," I answered. "Good. I'm going to open it with my cock for all the other cocks that will eventually enjoy it. There are no virgin holes on slaves."
   Then I felt a finger push up into my butt. He moved it around, in and out and the pushed a second in alongside it, still moving them like a fucking cock. There was pain but not a lot. Then a third finger slid in and it hurt more and then even more when he began spreading his fingers inside my ass. Then he pulled them out. My cunt had been dripping juice since the whipping and now he began running his hand through it and coating his cock with my juices. Then I felt the head of his cock against my asshole and with a hard lunge, the big head was inside me. It felt like I had been split open and I screamed. "That was your cherry breaking," he told me. "It will feel better soon."
   As he stayed still inside me, the pain faded and then he thrust all the way up into my guts with his long, long, long cock. I could feel it separating the walls of my ass channel as it roared up into me, not stopping until his balls slapped my swollen pussy. And the pain was gone. Then he began fucking me with long strokes, almost pulling out before thrusting all the way back in. After about 100 strokes he did pull out and told me to turn around and face him still on my hands and knees.
   "Look at my cock." I did and saw that it was stained from the shit in my asshole.
   "What is on my cock?" "Shit." "Whose?" "Mine." "And a slave's shit does not belong on my cock. Suck and lick it off." As he remained still, I lowered my mouth to engulf his cock, tasting my shit. It was bitter but not as bad as I thought it would be. I sucked and licked until his cock was clean.
   He told me to turn around again and he slammed his cock back into my asshole. It went in like I was butter with no pain at all. This time he didn't go slow. He fucked me rapidly and then I felt his cock swell and he emptied his sperm into my bowels.
   Once again I licked and sucked the sperm and shit off his cock and smiled from the pleasure filling my no longer unused asshole. "Now all your holes are open for us and will always be. I will take your pussy tonight, Melissa, and you will come till you want to die from the pleasure. Come with me now."
   He led me to the bathroom where he had me spread my legs and piss in a pitcher. It was about a half gallon pitcher and I filled it over half full. "Take the pitcher and look at its contents. That is the golden essence of your cunt. From now on every time you piss you will piss in that glass on the sink and drink it. Then you will finish pissing in Debbie's mouth. She will do the same to you. Since she isn't here now you will drink all of your own piss this time. Go ahead." I brought the pitcher to my lips and filled my mouth with the hot, amber liquid. It was salty and acrid but I swallowed it and drank the rest of the pitcher too.
   Then he had me squat over a plastic mat. "Void your ass now." And I pushed out my shit onto the mat. It formed a pile on the plastic. "Now bend down and smell the essence of your ass." I inhaled the powerful odor in a deep intake of breath. It made my head swim. "Taste your shit, bite off a chunk." I lowered my mouth to the pile and sank my teeth into it. "Hold it in your mouth, Chew on it. Run your tongue through it. Savor your shit." I chewed and chewed the bitter mouthful until he told me to swallow it and down it went. I continued biting, chewing and swallowing until the whole pile of shit was in my stomach. Then I had to lick the plastic mat clean. "Now go brush your teeth with the paste in the blue tube. Don't spit it out, swallow it."
   When I finished he squatted down on the mat and shit another pile. "Eat my shit now." I bit off another bite and chewed it like I had mine, then swallowed, doing it until his pile was gone and the mat was clean again. Once more I brushed.
   "Did it taste the same as yours?"
   "No. The taste was different."
   "Good, you can discern the male and female difference. Now get in the tub, wash yourself thoroughly, then join me in the bed."
   When I came to the bed he was waiting for me. He had me lie on my side with his behind me. He put his cock between my legs and slipped just the head into my pussy. "Let's check on Debbie one last time for tonight."
   The TV came on again. She was on her back on the floor. A man had his cock at the entrance of her cunt but not touching her. She was covered in white sperm and her cunt was red and open. "What do you want?" the man asked.
   "I want you to fuck me. Oh please, fuck me. Put it in my cunt, please, I need to come again. I want your sperm in me. Please, please, fuck me!"
   He did, slamming into her all at once, Her face was a radiant mask of pleasure. Her body convulsed and she bucked her hips, fucking him back.
   "She's learning, isn't she?" Carl said. "Yes, I think she is," I answered. With still just the head of his cock in my cunt, he began moving it back and forth in short movements, never really entering me very far but driving me wild with lust. His hands massaged and kneaded my tits and nipples.
   "Tomorrow we will bring Debbie back and you will teach her what I have taught her. She will be your slave to train. I will watch and then teach you both more. Then tomorrow night you will go to the pool room and Debbie will stay here with me. Tell me how you feel about that."
   "I look forward to it. I want to teach her to be a slave. And I want to go to the poolroom. I want the pain and the pleasure. I want the men's sperm when they fuck me. And I want Debbie to have yours."
   "And what do you want now?" "I want you to fuck my cunt. Open my cunt for all the other men's cocks. I want the comes you can give me. I want your sperm in my pussy."
   He began fucking me. My cunt was so hot I came right away as his cock pounded farther and farther into me, touching places never before touched. Then he was all the way in me and I was proud that my little cunt had swallowed his all up. I came and came and when I felt his sperm filling me, I passed out.
   When I awoke in the morning, Debbie was there too. "She's yours, Melissa," Carl said and I led her to the bathroom where we did our essence tasting, hair removal and bathing. Carl told us a new rule. "You are partner slaves. Unless you are separated you will go to the bathroom together. You will drink each other's piss. You will take the first mouthful of each other's shit into your mouth, chew it and swallow it before going to the toilet. Then you will lick each other's cunts and assholes clean."
   Then I applied her bondage and spanking lesson. She learned. I opened her cunt and asshole by fist fucking both her holes and then fucking her throat with a dildo in my pussy.
   Then Carl took us to a lovely, luxurious bedroom. "This will be yours if you pass your trials." We had a light lunch there with delicious food. Then we went to a cellar to a filthy, rat infested room. "This will be yours if you fail." And we were forced on our knees and fed dog food we had to eat out of metal bowls on the floor.
   "You have seen your choices. Pass or fail you will never leave here. Upstairs is a kind of heaven, down here is hell. You don't want hell, believe me."
   That night Debbie stayed with Carl while I was beaten, tortured and fucked senseless in the pool room. I don't know about Debbie but I loved it.
   Then our real education began. Every day was harder than the one before. More pain, but also more pleasure. Learning our true status. We never saw the sun and our skin became alabaster. We learned, we ached, we enjoyed. And every afternoon we were fucked and fucked and fucked. The nights we spent together. She was no longer my mother, I was not her daughter. We were cunts and assholes and mouths and tits to give pleasure. A source of piss to drink and shit to eat.
   We learned. And then it was the day. We entered a large room with a hundred black men sitting in chairs. We were led to a stage bathed in light. "Who are you?" "Debbie." "Melissa." "What are you?" "We are slime." "What do you want to be?" "Grave slaves." "Why?" "We want to serve." "Do you accept pain?" "We accept pain and love it." "Trial!" someone shouted.
   He was allowed to come to the stage and stand before us. "So you love pain?" "Yes." "We'll see." He had a large jar of jalapeno peppers. He put one in our mouths. "Chew." The heat scorched our mouths but we chewed. Then he poured the jar of peppers into a blender and liquefied it. He made us bend over and put enema hoses in our assholes, filling the bag with the liquid from the blender. When he loosened the clamps the liquid fire ran into our bowels and our bodies filled with agony. He made us hold the boiling hot liquid in our asses and then made us glue our lips to each other's assholes and swallow the juice as it flowed out. The burning liquid filled out stomachs now too. Our tender tissues sizzled but we remained in place. Sweat covered our bodies and tears welled from our eyes but we remained in place.
   "On your backs and lift your spread legs and hold them high." We laid on our backs with our legs up in a wide V. He kneeled in front of our cunts. Taking a box of wooden matches, he began striking them and while they were still flaring into flame, plunged them one by one into our pussies. We stayed in position. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and held the cherry to our nipples, tongues, cunt lips and clits. We stayed in place. He took two large cigars and held the lit ends to our assholes, then ground them out in our navels. He relit them and thrust the lit ends up our assholes. "Pass," he said. We returned to our standing positions. But we knew it was just beginning.
   "Trial," we heard again and another man came forward. He had a box in his hand. "Lay on the floor." From the box he took two bundles of nettles. "Fuck yourselves with these." We took the nettles and plunged them up our cunts. The nettles roasted our already burning pussies. We thrust them in and out. Again we passed.
   The trials continued. We were whipped, kneed, kicked and punched in the cunts and shocked by electric currents that made us convulse, shake and vibrate like mad. But we passed.
   Then came the fucking trials. We were fucked by every man there in every hole. One time I had two cocks in my pussy at the same time. They fucked us for hours. But we passed.
   They brought in animals for us to fuck. Dogs, pigs, goats and then for the last fuck, two donkeys and in between fucks we had to suck the animal sperm out of each other. Still we passed.
   Then it was over and we were made Grave Slaves. As our reward we got branded, one letter at a time by red hot metal, across the ass cheeks and tits, Grave on one, Slave on the other. Our noses, tongues, nipples, navels, cunt lips and clits were pierced and ringed. From our cunt rings a five foot chain connected us together. And we moved into the luxurious bedroom.
   It's been five years now that we have been here. We're slaves and can't imagine any more any other kind of life. We get pleasure and pain and all the things we want. I think Carl is going to sell us to a large white man because the Graves need money right now. I don't care anymore. As long as I'm a slave to someone, I don't care who it is. It's a wonderful life being a slave!
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eived the feeling was mutual. He was fat and lazy. He moved in a week after meeting her mom and instantly made her feel a stranger in the trailer home that she and her mother called home. Sandra remembered the critical moment.

It was a beautiful indian summer day. Leaving the school grounds with a new friend, they walked together to the new friend's house. Her new friend, Lisa, had many things Sandra wished she had-two parents, a real house, cable TV, a computer, and a real nice CD player. Sandra had hung around listening to music while the girls giggled about school gossip. Suddenly, the sixth grader realized she was late and excused herself. Sandra ran all the way home, arriving at the front door at five minutes past five.

When she walked in, her mother and the boyfriend gave her a look. Greg looked at his watch and said: "she needs to be taught a lesson". "I think you're right Greg", her mother added. Her mother and Greg stood up. Greg pulled the belt from his pants. Terrified, Sandra asked:"What are you doing?" as she backed against the door.

Sandra's mother caught the girl. Pulling her backpack away, she began to pull Sandra by the arms over an easy chair. "NO" Sandra screamed as she tried to escape. Greg also grabbed Sandra's arms instructing her mother to take Sandra's legs. Once her mother anchored Sandra's legs, Greg laid into her with the belt, hitting the soon to be twelve year old in the back. Sandra lost count of the strikes, which finally stopped when a winded Greg said "That's enough".

Both adults released the girl. Crying, Sandra jumped up and ran in her room. Throwing herself on the bed, Sandra cried from pain and rage. A moment later, Sandra's mother appeared, throwing Sandra's backpack on the floor next to the bed. Sandra turned to her mother. "WHY?" the girl screamed. "Greg is going to teach us discipline, something you need lots of", her mother replied.

"YOU'RE INSANE!" Sandra screamed.

Sandra's mother slapped her hard, knocking her across the bed. "Don't EVER talk to me that way" the woman ordered. The wounded girl crawled off the bed. Crying, she picked up her backpack. Opening it, she made her way to the cardboard box that contained her underwear. Scooping two handfuls into the nearly empty backpack, she staggered over to the closet where she pulled two jeans and several shirts off hangars.

"Leaving are you?" the woman taunted, "give me the keys. I don't ever want you to come back. You've ruined my life enough as it is".

With trembling hands, Sandra gave her the trailer keyset.

"Now, get out" the woman ordered.

Frightened and confused, Sandra walked hurriedly through the trailer. Opening the door with tear filled eyes, she broke into a run as she got outside. She ran enough to get out of the trailer park.

She wandered for an hour before settling into a city park. Sitting against a tree, she broke into a cry again. She cried for a while before hearing a familiar voice. She looked up to see Peter, a friend from school. "What's up?" he asked. Through sobs, she told her story. "Come home with me" he offered.

Peter also lived in a trailer park, a distance from her own. Peter lived with  his  father, who quickly said yes to Peter's request for Sandra to stay. The man set up a cot for Sandra in the tool room next to his bedroom. Peter's room was on the other side of the trailer.

Right after bedtime, Sandra found out that Peter's father had an agenda. Oscar came into the room and pulled back the blanket. Sandra tried to cover herself, but Oscar pulled the hands away from the thin, 4'11" brunette. Sandra was wearing a T shirt and panties.

Oscar leaned in, "If you're going to live under my roof and eat my food, you're going to have to pay rent" he said tugging her panties down. Sandra tried to resist, but he was too powerful. He forced her legs open. Positioning himself he opened his zipper. Taking out something Sandra had never seen before, he began to force his way into her.

Sandra gasped as the head of his dick entered her. Oscar placed his free hand over her mouth as he continued forcing his way in. Sandra began crying from fear and pain as he pumped her no longer virginal pussy. Suddenly he shook as she felt her pussy fill with hot liquid. A moment later, Oscar pulled himself off of her and left the room. Sandra cried herself to sleep that night.

Oscar's visits were nightly at the same time. Sandra grew used to him, and just laid there as Oscar did his business. Finally, a week later, Sandra saw a chance for salvation. He was leaving for a weekend with his mother and asked if Sandra wanted to tag along. Oscar said no, adding that Sandra had housework to do.

Peter was gone less than a minute when Oscar made his plans clear. "Take your clothes off" he ordered, "I'm going to teach you how to please a man". Sandra did as she was told, undressing in the hallway and throwing her clothes in her room. She joined oscar in his bedroom, where he was undressing.  She climbed up on the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs. Oscar  sat n the bed and told her to sit up. Grabbing her by the head, he pulled her toward his crotch, telling her to open her mouth. He then filled her mouth with dick, showing her how to use her mouth and hand to give head. His orgasm caught her by surprise, most of which spilled out of her mouth as she choked on his cum.

He took a moment to catch his breath, then told her to get on all fours. He entered her from behind. Sandra just responded to his thrusts, but was caught by surprise after he came when he pulled her into him. Pulling her back against his chest, he was quiet for a long moment. Then reaching over, he pulled a rod from the corner. "Open your legs" he ordered. Sandra obeyed. He began striking her hairless pussy with savage strokes of the rod. Sandra screamed and struggled against him as she closed her legs. "Open your legs!" he ordered again as he pulled her long hair with his free hand. Sandra reluctantly opened her legs. He began hitting her pussy again.

After six more strokes, he threw the rod against the wall. He then shifted his grip to her nipples, which he squeezed mercilessly. Sandra screamed and struggled, finally breaking his grip. She jumped from the bed. Oscar lept after her, his left leg landing on a magazine as he grabbed her left arm. Sandra whirled and hit. Oscar, already falling from the slippery magazine under his foot, had his fall accelerated by the fist strike. Oscar struck his head on the nightstand and fell unconcious.

Sandra ran to her room. Ignoring her underwear, she pulled on a T shirt, shorts and shoes. She grabbed her backpack and ran from the trailer.

Sandra ran for a good while before slowing to a walk. She walked for two hours, eventually finding a nice neighborhood. Having left some of her clothes behind, a clothes donation bin drew her interest. Placed alongside a supermarket, she looked around and realized she could get in without anyone seeing her.She climbed in the bin and began looking through clothes. Then, it struck her that the bin could be a good hiding place.

 The bin became her home. For the first several days, she found that she could walk in the supermarket and live off of fruit that she stole. Eventually, a store employee began watching her. Sandra walked out and later that day found that she could beg for change in front of a convenience store.

It was there that things took an odd turn. An old man in a cadillac pulled up to her. Motioning her over, he showed her his dick. He offered her ten bucks for a blowjob. "Show me the money" she said. He pulled out a ten dollar bill and put it in his shirt pocket. Sandra climbed in his car. He drove into an alley where Sandra gave him a blowjob. When he came, he shuddered and moved only to breathe. Sandra took the ten from his pocket, then spied two rolls of quarters in the floor organizer. She took the rolls and ran from the car.

For the next two weeks, Sandra actually lived well on the thirty bucks. but then her luck ran out. She left her backpack in the bin when she went to the convenience store to beg. Worse, the weather turned cold and everyone ignored her. Returning to the bin, she found it empty, and had a long cold night.

In the morning, she climbed out and just started to walk.

Chapter Two: Tribute for the Hero

Desperation had brought John Osten to the city. He looked up at the bridge that spanned high above the river. He decided the fall would be enogh to kill him. He wondered though, if his body could be identified.

He had decided to end his pitiful life. The middle aged man's troubles had started several years before. A persistent backache made the firefighter seek out a doctor. He quietly began treatment knowing that his back problems were part work related, and part hereditary. He was doing OK, but then his shift Captain found out about the treatment. The Captain pushed John out of his job, citing liability he used buracratic rules to end John's career.

John struck back with a lawsuit, winning enough to live comfortably the rest of his life, if he wasn't extravagant. The single childless man began feeling more and more depressed and alienated. Unable to work, estranged from his family, and increasingly lonely, he began to wonder what his life amounted to. Then, a couple of persistant medical problems started. Both problems could be fixed, but without family he didn't see the point.

He decided on suicide. The matter was the method. If he committed suicide at home, someone would have to clean up the mess. He didn't want to inflict that on someone. Car accidents were too tricky, so he drove to the city and began looking around.

Standing on the riverbank, he knew that it was all in a day's work for the river patrol to pull a body out of the river. Yep, he decided, the bridge would be his final exit. It was just then that his privacy was interrupted.

Chapter Three: A New Life Begun

"Got any change mister?"

John looked down to see a shivering girl in a T shirt and jeans. Her long hair was mussed.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

The girl looked down. "Hungry" she muttered. "Are you on drugs?" he asked. The girl shook her head. "You want food?" he asked. The girl nodded.

He ushered the girl to his car. Placing her on the passenger side, he noticed that she took to the warmed interior. He cranked up the heat in the car, then drove to a McDonald's. Taking the girl inside, he ordered a salad and two Big Mac meals. The girl tore into the salad and her meal, woofing it down. Then he noticed her eyes roll back as she became very sluggish. He lifted the girl out of the booth and took her to the car.

Sitting behind the steering wheel, he tried to decide what to do. A voice in his head told him to take the girl home. He obeyed the voice taking her home and placing her on his couch. For several hours he camped out near the couch, then gave up and went to bed.

When he woke up, he found the girl still sleeping. He looked at the clock on the wall and discovered that she had been out for twelve hours. He went into the kitchen and began cooking eggs and bacon. He saw the girl rise up from the couch.

"Hungry?" he asked. The girl nodded. He cooked breakfast for the girl and himself. The girl woofed down the food and two full glasses of orange juice. After eating, the girl stood up. "What do I owe you?" she asked, pointing at his crotch "Do I suck that, or should I just take my clothes off?"

John looked at her in astonishment. "You don't owe me anything. Are you homeless?" The girl nodded. "What's your name?" "Marie" she lied. "Do you want a shower?" he asked. The girl nodded.He found some clean workout clothes for her before she went in the bathroom and locked the door.

Sandra didn't know what to make of the man. Recent history had taught her not to trust men. After the shower she dried herself and put on the workout clothes. It was baggy on her, but it was nice to put on something clean.

She walked out of the bathroom. Finding the man on the couch, she asked where his wife was. "I don't have one" he answered. "Why not?" He told her about the two relationships that had gone wrong in his life. When he finished, he asked why she was homeless. She swallowed hard, then told him her tale. "And your name isn't Marie, is it?" Sandra shook her head, then told him. "Would you like to stay here a while?" he asked. Sandra nodded.

Chapter Four: Because The Night

Sandra didn't know what to make of the man. Although she caught him peeking at her from time to time, he never made any advances towards her. He took her out to eat often. Sandra went from having her ribs exposed to filling out a little in just a couple of weeks. She had never eaten so well.

He didn't force her to go school, and didn't bring up the subject of school.He did take her to a couple of museums and the zoo. They also went to the theater often. Sandra began thinking she could trust John. It was after one important trip that she decided to take a leap of faith.

That morning, after they woke up, he asked her if she wanted to see his hobby. She agreed. First, he drove her to a specialty store where she was fitted for a khaki jumpsuit her size. He also bought her a leather jacket. Then he drove her to a small airport. Pulling up next to a hangar, he got out and opened a large door. Pulling off a large tarp, he exposed an old plane.

"What is this?" she asked.

"An SBD Dauntless, an old warplane. We're going up today".

Sandra trembled with excitement for an hour while he checked the plane and had it gassed up. Finally, they took to the air. Sandra had never been in a plane. She found takeoff and landing exciting and scary. After the flight, she hugged John and thanked him for the trip.

That night, at bedtime, in T shirt and shorts over her underwear, she appeared at his bedside. "What's up?" he asked. "Every night, I sleep on the couch" she started. He cut her off with "That was your decision, remember?" "Yeah", she replied, "but tonight, I want to sleep in a bed".

He moved over and motioned to the bed. She slowly climbed in. Looking him in the eye she warned him, "no touching, and stay on your side of the bed". He responded by rolling over and going to sleep.

The next night it happened. John and Sandra left out early catching dinner in a restaurant before going to a concert hall. Sandra noticed that most of the people there were John's age. She didn't look forward to hearing old people's music, but her attention was riveted the second the music started.

The band was four guys, and a tall girl in black clothes who played guitar and did most of the singing. From her front row seat, Sandra sat until half an hour into the concert when the beat finally got to her. Standing up, she began swaying and moving to the music. The girl singer moved out to Sandra and had her play the guitar by using a pick on the strings. An ear to ear smile crossed Sandra's face and she became a convert to the music.

The final song of the night struck Sandra in a way she never expected. The melody was haunting, but the words struck her between the eyes. She felt her heart swell to twice normal size and tears flowed from her eyes. After the song, the singer went out to Sandra giving her a rose that had been tossed onstage. Sandra was so overcome with emotion, that John had to carry her out to the car.

"Are you OK?" he asked when they got to the car. Sandra nodded, then snuggled next to John. He put his arm around her as they drove home. When they got home, Sandra got out on his side of the car and held his hand all the way into the house. "What's come over you?"

Sandra smiled, blushed, and pulled him all the way to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed, then gave him a long kiss. "Thank you for the most wonderful night of my life" she said, adding another long kiss. Moving the kisses along his chin to his ear she began to sing

"Because the night is made for lovers, Because the night is made for love, Because the night is made for lovers, Because the night is made for us".

She began kissing him in earnest, pushing him back on the bed. They caressed each other. She pulled her shirt off. He rolled her over. He moved his kisses down her neck  to her nipples. As his tongue went around her right nipple, she felt a tingle she had never felt. She began working her pants and panties off. John helped her undress, then moved between her legs, kissing, then licking her hairless pussy.

Sandra gasped, shoving her pussy against him. She felt a funny feeling in her stomach. Then, a shudder went through her body. She let out a wail. She was burning between her legs and wanted his dick in her.

"Put it in me, put it in me, please" she whispered.

He positioned himself and placed his dick next to her pussy. He had never fucked anything that small.

"You have to help me" he said.

She reached down, guiding his dick in. He pushed the head of his dick in. She   gasped, then moaned. He pushed in, her tiny hole gripping his dick. He got five of his six inches in her when he found the depth of her pussy. He began using small strokes. She pushed against him, meeting his strokes. She  caressed his arms. They shared a long kiss, which she broke when her second orgasm hit. He felt his own cum rising up, which filled her hole.

He collapsed next to her. She rolled over on top of him, smothering him with kisses. "Can you do it again?" she whispered.

"We have all night, and the rest of our lives"

She smiled and kissed him. "Yes we do".