Rape

Memories 01: Macy’s Summer

When I was growing up we lived in small town in rural Kentucky. During the school year we didn’t notice how under-populated the area was, what with after school activities and studying and stuff. But in the summer when we didn’t have a bus driving us an hour to see our friends, we sure did. There was a group of us: Billy, Greg, Otis, Marshall, and me. My name’s Ben. We’d hung out during the summer all our lives, even though we were all different ages and never saw each other in school. The summer of 1973 didn’t start out any different.
We all lived within a couple of miles of each other and usually spent most of the days at my place since instead of fields like most of the county, we had forest on our land. My mom and dad had me late in life, something of a surprise to them, I think. My dad ran the drugstore in town and my mom stayed home, though at fifty-four years old she didn’t actually have the energy to chase after me. As a result, the guys and I pretty much did what we wanted.
Greg was Billy’s brother and, at 12 years old, was the youngest of us. Marshall was thirteen and a year younger than I was. Otis was sixteen. Billy was eighteen and home for the summer from college. The only other kid around was Macy, a fourteen-year-old girl who had moved in the house closest mine about a month before school ended. She lived there with her mother alone because her dad had been killed. They didn’t have much money and I guess there were a lot of old expenses because her mother had two jobs just to pay the bills.
My mom felt sorry for Macy and her mom and tried to help them when she could. That was how Macy ended up spending the summer at our place. Her mom would drop her off on Sunday night and pick her back up on Friday evening. During the week, she stayed in a little room in our basement. My mom asked me to include her in our activities. I tried to explain to her that the guys wouldn’t want a girl hanging around, but she insisted.
Billy was the only one not present at the start of the summer. He was set to arrive about a week afterward. Those first few days, things went much as they usually did, we hiked and played in the lake and hung out in the tree house that a handy neighbor had built at my father’s request. Macy didn’t end up presenting any problems and, other than some normal boy-girl ribbing, fit right in.
Billy came home on a Saturday and on Sunday met the rest of us in the tree house. The only one not present was Macy. Billy amazed us with stories about college life. He told us about how big the campus was and about drinking at parties but mostly he talked about the girls and we loved hearing it. When we told him about Macy hanging out with us, he insisted on hearing all the details of her life and what she looked like and what we’d been doing.
“What’re you so interested about Macy for, Billy. Hell, I thought you’d be pissed ‘bout havin’ her around.” I asked.
“What are you talking about. Haven’t you been listening to me? Here you guys are getting all worked up about the girls I know and you got one here in front of you all day long!” He sounded like we were all idiots.
“She’s cute an’ all, but she ain’t fuckin’ us or nothin’.” Otis chimed in.
“Of course she ain’t if you don’t make her. Weren’t you listening? Those girls at school only fuck you after you get them drunk, unless they’re sluts. Then you just fuck ‘em anytime you want.” Billy said.
“But how do you make them fuck you? Besides, ain’t it wrong to do something to a girl if she don’t want it?” Greg wanted to know.
“Nah, see girls ain’t supposed to tell you they like it so they don’t seem like sluts. No girl wants to be a slut ‘cause then they have to go out an’ be whores in the city an’ whores get all beat up an’ arrested an’ stuff. So if you want to lay a good girl, you gotta make em fuck you.” Billy seemed pretty knowledgeable to us, seeing as he was the only on of us to have actually touched a girl and all.
“So how do you do that, Billy?” I asked.
“Tell you what, we’ll all stay here tonight in the tree house and tomorrow when she comes over, you guys just promise to go along with everything I say and do what I tell you and little Macy will be ours. Okay?” We all agreed and went our separate ways to get our sleeping stuff. All through the evening we made him tell us about what he and his friends at college did with the girls there.
The one I liked was about this girl, Jana, who Billy took to his first frat party. She got real drunk and went to lie down in a spare bedroom that Billy found for her. Well, he went to check on her a few minutes later and found a whole line of guys outside the door. Come to find out, the room Billy had put her in was supposed to be for a whore that was coming by to entertain the guys. Well, when someone found poor Jana on the bed, they just went to it. He didn’t even notice she was a virgin until he was done and saw the blood, not that he cared. He just went and got his friends. Billy did this great impression of Jana waking up the next morning naked in a frat house and covered in cum. Then he told us that she hadn’t missed a party since. Needless to say, by morning we were pretty worked up.
We heard Macy come through the woods and climb up the ladder a little before lunchtime. When she got up, she saw Billy for the first time. Billy’s big, maybe six-foot-one and two-hundred and fifty pounds, so he was a little more man than she was expecting to see. “Hi, you must be Billy. The guys told me you’d be here today.” She was in her usual good mood.
Billy made a show of looking her up and down. There was something to that because, although we hadn’t been paying too much attention, Macy was a pretty girl. She was about five-five and had the beginnings of a truly awesome figure, though her breasts weren’t very large. Her hair was dark brown and hung to the middle of her back. She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt.
Billy walked over to her. “How about a hug for the new arrival?”
“I… I guess so.” Macy said, a little quiver in her voice. Billy put his arms around her and held her tight, lifting her off the ground. One of his hands slid down her back and stopped on her ass.
“Hey, stop that, let me go.” Macy squirmed as Billy leisurely squeezed her asscheeks. “Let me down, dammit!”
“Okay” Billy dropped her hard on her behind. She looked around at us for support. She didn’t see any coming. We’d known Billy all our lives and if he said this was the right thing to do, well we were going to do it. Especially if it was going to get us sex!
“What’s going on. I think I’ll leave you guys alone today if you’re just going to be assholes.” Macy said, obviously angry, but a little nervous, too.
“Nah, you’re gonna stay here an be real nice to us.” Billy said.
“What do you mean? I can’t go? Just watch me.” Macy got to her feet. With an angry look at Billy, she backed toward the door.
Billy stepped forward and grasped her wrist, pulling her deeper into the small building and swinging her around so that we were between her and the door. She looked scared for the first time. “What are you doing. Ben, help me.” I started to open my mouth but Billy cut me off.
“We just want to take a look at what you got under your clothes there. See the guys told me that there was a girl here this year, but looking at you, I don’t know. I think you might be a boy. Maybe you’re one of them longhair faggy boys. Can’t have them here, can we? Why don’t you take them things off so we can be sure? Come on, we’re all friends here, right? ” Billy was real big, as I said, and had a mean voice when he wanted to. He was using it full steam right now. Macy looked around the room at th e boys who had been her companions just three days before. I dropped my eyes when she got to me, but most just stared back.
“N… no.” Her voice was shaking. “Just let me go back to the house, please.”
Billy’s hand swung out so fast that I didn’t see it until it impacted her cheek. The blow swung Macy around in a circle and she dropped to the floor. I started to say something to stop this, but Billy spoke first. “Do what you’re told and you won’t have no problem here. We just want to see what you got. No harm in that is there? Now you stand back up and take those clothes off.” Macy, sobbing softly, didn’t move. “If you want me to take them off, I will. ‘Course I won’t be real careful with them. So we’ll still get a look-see and you might have to go back to the house naked. How you gonna explain that?”
Still crying, Macy stood up on shaky legs. The excitement level in the room went up a few notches. Greg and Otis were breathing hard and Marshall looked anxious. No one made a move to let her off the hook. She looked at Billy. “Please don’t make me do this.” Billy raised his hand as if to hit her again. Macy cringed and quickly stepped back. “Okay, I’ll do it, just don’t hit me again.” Looking at the floor, Macy reached down and took hold of the bottom of her tee shirt. Slowly, she lifted it up, pausing just beneath her bust, until it was over her head and then off.
I was floored. Through all this, I guess that I didn’t really think that Macy would take off her stuff for us. Billy was right, I thought, if she strips after just one hit, she must really want to, I’d never back down that quick. She stood there for a second before reaching down and unsnapping her jeans. There wasn’t a sound to be heard except that of her zipper and the rustle of denim on skin as she slowly lowered her jeans to her ankles and kicked them and her Keds off. “Th…there, okay? Can I put them back on now?”
She was wearing a plain white bra and light blue cotton panties. Although we had seen her in a swimsuit when we went to the lake, this was a forbidden and infinitely more exciting sight. Even better, she stood there waiting for our permission to put her clothes back on! With a rush of confidence, I thought that this was the payback for all the years of mothers, teachers, and other women telling me what do all the time. I was finally in control!
“NO” The ferocity of my own voice startled even myself. “No, you take off the rest. We want to see everything. Now”
Billy looked over at me and grinned. “You heard the man, take off the rest. The sooner you show us what we want to see, the sooner you can leave.”
Eyes on a space somewhere between her feet, Macy reached up to the clasp on her bra and with another sob, released the hook. The cups flew back and her firm, baseball-sized breasts sprang into view. I had seen pictures in magazines before and even caught a glimpse of my mothers once or twice, but the sight of Macy’s tits on display not three feet in front of me gave me a knot in the pit of my stomach. No one took a breath as she slid her panties over her hips and to the floor.
“Well, she is a girl after all.” Billy said with a smirk. “At least I think so, hard to tell with such little tits and so much hair down there, tell you what. If you can name all those girl-looking parts and tell us what they’re for, well I guess that’ll prove it. Right boys?” There was a general murmur of assent. Macy didn’t move. “Come on Macy, lets hear it.”
Tears were streaming down her pretty face. “These are br… breasts.” Her voice cracked in the middle.
“Breasts? We ain’t doctors here Macy. You go on give us a name we all might know. Oh, an’ point ‘em out so’s we know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout ”
She reached unsteadily to her chest and pointed. “These are my… these are titties.”
“What do you use them things for Macy?” Marshall asked, a smirk on his lips.
Sounding as if she might just faint away any second, Macy replied. “They’re for feeding babies.”
“That it?” asked Otis.
Another sob, “You play with them in sex.”
“How do you do that Macy?” Billy chimed in.
“I don’t know. Please stop it, let me go.”
“How ‘bout the rest Macy. I want to know ‘bout the other stuff, too.”
Her voice cracking from crying, Macy reached down and pointed to her crotch. The area was covered with a patch of thick dark hair. “This is my vagi… my pussy.” She paused, then went on. “It’s for making babies and… and sex.”
Greg spoke up. “I can’t see nothin’ open it up.”
Macy looked as if she might be sick, but she reached in and parted the hair, revealing her hidden charms. The lips were tiny and mostly hidden within her labia. Those little folds of skin were the most exciting things I had ever see in my life.
“I think that we could see better if Macy laid down on the floor.” I said, taking hold of her arm and guiding her down. Macy lay on her back, her face red with shame, as five boys looked at her naked body for the first time in her life. Greg tried to push her legs apart with his foot, but she resisted. I spoke again. “Spread them out nice and wide Macy. We aim to see everything you got to show.” Slowly, Macy spread her legs wider. We sat down around her.
Billy took a seat right between her splayed legs. Macy gasped and made fists when his fingers touched the lips guarding the entrance to her sexy body and separated them. The inner skin was bright pink and slick looking. She sobbed as Billy ran a finger up her slit. “Okay, boys this is her clitty.” He rubbed a small nub of skin at the top of her slit. Macy squirmed as he caressed it. “Real women get excited when you touch it and then they get wet in… here.” He move his finger lower and slowly inserted it into the opening there. For the second time Macy showed a sign of resistance. She reached over and grabbed his wrist.
“Please stop. I… I’m a virgin. Please don’t do this to me.”
I had never seen anything as exciting as this. Billy bent closer to her and laughed as he spoke. “Then who would we do it to?” Macy let go and cried. Billy pulled out, though, and began to rub her clit again, seeming to think for a moment. “Tell you what, Macy baby. If you were to distract us with a little show, maybe we wouldn’t be so quick to shove things up in there.”
Macy was confused. “What kind of show?”
“Well, if you were to play with yourself for us.”
“I can’t do that, no, no.” Immediately, Billy’s finger once again started to penetrate her inner reaches. Macy let out a screech when he got to his knuckle. “Okay, okay. I will. Just stop that.” Entranced, I watched as Macy reached down and began to caress her pussy. I jerked off all the time, but I’d never thought about girls doing it. With her eyes tightly shut, Macy put her other hand on her breast and began to finger her nipple. We all watched as she pinched and tugged at the M&M-sized protrusion. Her other hand spread the delicate lips of her cunt and rubbed circles around her clit and the opening to her body. We didn’t even notice that Billy had gotten up until we heard the click of the camera.
Macy opened her eyes and stopped moving, but Billy told her to keep going. Our new toy turned her head to the side and started playing with herself again. “I want to see you cum.” Billy said.
“I can’t, not like this, not in front of you.”
“Then you better be a good actress, little girl, or you’re gonna have more than our fingers pushin’ in that hole of yours.” Billy went back to taking pictures as Macy started to move her hips in time to her rubbing and moaned softly. She bucked her hips more and started to moan, faster and faster. Suddenly she moaned and stopped.
She looked at Billy, tears running down her pretty face. “Can I stop now? Was that okay?” Her voice was quiet.
“Yeah, for now.” His voice was tight. “Why don’t you ask if the others would like to touch for a while? Seems only fair since you laid there playin’ with yourself and got them so worked up.”
Still crying, Macy closed her eyes. “W… would you guys like t… to touch me?” She didn’t have to ask twice. Four pairs of hands started to run over her unwilling form. The who le time, I could hear the camera in the background.
We played with her luxurious hair and stuck fingers in her mouth. We squeezed, poked, pulled, and pinched her breasts until she asked for mercy. We explored that mysterious place between her thighs, yanking on the lips, feeling for her clit and poking into her vagina. All the while Macy lay there and cried softly to herself. The only time she moved was when someone did something that made her jump or cry out. When we found something like that, we would all do it until she stopped reacting.
Finally Billy broke in. “Okay everyone, get her on her feet.”
Reluctantly, we did as he asked. Macy looked around at her ‘friends’. “Can I please go now?” She sounded totally defeated.
“Not yet, sweety. First I want some more shots of you. Just start posing, I’ll tell you when to stop.” I guess that having had our hands and eyes all over her body, she didn’t feel very modest anymore because Macy walked around the room for him, twisting this way and that while Billy snapped away on his camera. I remembered that Billy used to be a camera bug and had his own developing supplies. After several minutes, Billy told her he had enough.
Head down, Macy walked over to where her clothes sat in a pile and started to put them on. When she was done Billy called her over to him. “You know better than to say anything to anyone, right? Cause if you did, we’d have to tell everyone how you wanted to show us everything and touch you and stuff. Everybody’ll know what a slut you are and you’ll never live it down.” Billy stopped talking and Macy nodded silently. “One more thing. Since I didn’t get in on all those free feels you were giving away, I think I deserve a goodbye kiss, don’t you?” Macy sadly nodded again and tipped her face up to his. Billy pulled her into his arms and put his lips to hers. For a long time he held her, we could see his tongue working in her mouth and watched as he nibbled at her lips. Finally, he let her go and shoved her away from him. “That was okay, you’ll do better next time.” Then he turned away and Macy walked out without looking up at any of us. Billy came over to me. “Ben, you need to go home and make sure she doesn’t say anything to your mother.” Nodding, I left too.
She didn’t look at or say anything to me all the way home. By the time we got back to the house, it was late afternoon. We had both missed lunch, but I don’t think either one noticed. Playing sick, Macy went to her room and didn’t come back out all evening. When my mother asked, I said that I thought it was ‘female troubles’ using the same tone of voice that I’d heard my father use with the same phrase. She nodded understandingly.
Billy called about nine o’clock that night. “Hey Ben, what did you think about that? Pretty cool huh? They just do whatever you say.”
“That was really cool, Billy. But you said we’d get to fuck her.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll all fuck her silly tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? We’ll be lucky if she ever leaves the house again, let alone comes back out to the woods.”
“Wrong, Benny boy. You go tell her that if she doesn’t come out to the tree house tomorrow, I’ll have to start showing those pictures around town. See how she’d like to go back to school when all the boys and teachers know what she looks like naked and jerking off. I told you guys earlier; a girl will do anything to keep people from saying she’s a slut. Try it, you’ll see. Tomorrow, buddy.”
“Yeah, bye”
My parents were in the habit of going to bed at ten o’clock at night and they always went to sleep right away. So about ten-thirty, I quietly left my room and slipped downstairs. When I got to Macy’s door I caught myself starting to knock. Then something in me realized that I would be giving away some of the control that I had taken earlier in the day. So I just opened the door and walked in.
Macy was in bed, facing away from me. When she spoke, it was clear that she had been crying. “What do you want. Get out of my room.”
From that same place in my soul came an answer. “Shut up, bitch! From now on, you don’t have a room unless I tell you. It’s obvious that you didn’t learn your lesson today. We’re in charge now and I know just how to remind you. Turn over on your stomach.”
“No”
Furious, I reached out and pulled the covers from the bed. Macy wore a large button-down man’s shirt to sleep in. Before she could react, I sat on the mattress and grabbed a handful of her thick hair and yanked her head toward me. “You lay over my lap and take your punishment like a woman or it’ll get much worse on you, understand?” Sobbing again, she nodded and silently got up and laid back down on me. Smiling behind her back, I tried to sound tough. “Pull up the shirt.” She reached back and pulled the shirt to her lower back. “Panties down, Macy, you’re not getting off that easy.” Tears dripping on the bed, she lowered her panties to her upper thighs. Her ass was smooth, shapely, and muscular. After running my hand down it once, I drew back and swung down.
My hand impacted so hard that it hurt me! Macy screeched and jumped so violently that she almost fell off my lap. I swung again, and again. I spanked her about twenty times before I paused. Macy’s ass cheeks were bright red with the combined handprints and she was crying continuously.
My hand was too sore to start again, so I decided to take advantage of the situation and explore a little bit. I ran my palm over her asscheeks again, reveling in how hot they were, how hot I had made them! She moaned softly in pain when I grabbed too hard.
My other hand slipped inside her shirt and grabbed for her tits. They felt so smooth and soft hanging from her chest. Her nipples were rubbery as I pulled them down and released, letting them spring back on their own. She suffered my hands silently for a long time before I moved on.
I pushed her outer leg off my lap. Her foot fell limply to the floor, exposing that beautiful pussy. I reached between her legs and ran my hands through her dark pubic hair. I yanked gently on the flaps of skin hidden there and ran my fingers between them. By now, my cock was harder than it ever had been before from Macy’s squirming on my lap. I had an idea.
“Time to learn something new Macy. Kneel on the floor right here in front of me.” Without a word, she did. “Take my dick out.” Her hands shaking, she reached up and inside the opening of my pajama bottoms. I leaned back as she felt around and then latched onto my cock. She gently pulled it out. Her warm hand almost had me cumming already. I saw her look at it for a long second before lowering her eyes again.
“Kiss it nice and gentle on the top.” Horrified, she looked up at me. Macy wordlessly shook her head. “Macy, do what you’re told or I will spank you again, but with a belt. Maybe I’ll hit your tits this time.” Macy leaped forward and kissed my cock. “Again, this time open your mouth and take it inside.”
I could feel her tears drop on my skin as she took my hard meat into her warm mouth. It felt wonderful beyond words, but I didn’t know what to have her do then, so she pretty much just sat there with my stone-hard prick in her mouth until I thought to have her lick it in her mouth.
Her little tongue fluttered around, landing here and there on my hot skin. Soon, I was shooting hot cum in a girl’s mouth for the first time. I didn’t think to have her swallow it, so it just dribbled onto her chin and down the front of her shirt. “That wasn’t too bad, you’ll get better with practice.”
She sat there at my feet, looking down. My cum had soaked the front of her. I stood up. “Put it back away now that you’re done with it.” Without looking up, she grasped my soft dick and softly tucked it back in my pants. “You be ready to go out right after breakfast tomorrow, okay Macy?”
Her voice was quiet. “Please, I don’t want to do it with all of you, especially Billy. If I go with you tomorrow you guys will make me fuck you, won’t you? Don’t you know how bad this is for me?”
“Whatever we do, Macy, it won’t be as bad as having all those pictures of you posted around town, will it?” She jus t shook her head slowly.
“Why are you doing this Ben, you’ve always been nice to me before. Why do you want to hurt me? Why are you making me do all these terrible things.”
“We don’t want to hurt you Macy, we’re just teaching you how to act. Billy explained it to us. Girls need to be pushed a little or they don’t give guys what they’re ‘spossed to. We’re makin’ you a woman. You just start actin’ right and we’ll never spank you again, now go to sleep.” I walked out feeling like a king. I heard Macy start crying as I shut the door.
The next morning, I had to concentrate on slowing myself down and not staring at Macy over breakfast. For her part Macy ate like the condemned murderer at his last meal. She avoided looking directly at me, though I did see her glancing over every once in a while. She was wearing her standard jeans and a button-down blouse. She had taken a shower and her hair was freshly shampooed and smelled wonderful when I bent over her at the end of breakfast and asked her if she was ready. I was a little surprised when she just nodded and followed me out.
She must really want it. I thought. If I didn’t want people doin’ stuff to me, I wouldn’t get cleaned up for them and just do everything they say. Well, if she wants to be a slut, she’s cum to the right place. I giggled softly at my own pun. The rest of the time we walked in silence.
When we got to the tree house the others were already there, looking out for us. In fact, half of them looked as though they hadn’t slept last night. I had slept like a baby but, of course, I had just shot a load of cum in a girl’s mouth. We got to the ladder and Macy stopped cold. “I can’t do it Ben. Let’s go back and I’ll let you, but just you, okay?” Her eyes were wet and she was breathing fast.
I looked her right in the eye. “Macy, if your sweet little cunny isn’t up here in one minute, I’m going to come back down here and show everyone how a good a switch on your ass makes you behave. Geesh, this is for your own good, too. You want to be a real woman, don’t you? We’re just havin’ a lot of fun showin’ you how. ” With that I climbed the ladder and didn’t look back.
The others had been listening to the exchange and looked at me with admiration as I opened the door. “Damn Ben, you’re a tough bastard.” Marshall said. “Makin’ her come up here all on her own is kinda like ordering a army man to jump on a grenade, ain’t it?”
“Nah” I said. “She’s a slut down deep and I’m just helpin’ her bring it out.” Even to my own ears, I sounded tough and confident. I liked the sound. Then I proceeded to tell them about the night before. I think Billy was a little pissed that I had got a blowjob out of her, but the others were entranced while I spoke. When I finished, we noticed that Macy was standing in the doorway listening, too.
“Well Macy, Ben says you had to get punished last night, that true?” Billy took the lead again. When she nodded without looking up, he went on. “Then come here, girl, and show us the results.” Macy walked into the middle of our loose circle. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Macy’s hands flew to the top of her jeans and had them undone and unzipped in a second. Then she lowered them to her knees.
She was wearing plain white panties with lace around the edges. She was facing me as, with a sigh, she slowly pushed them down also. Greg, standing behind her, gasped when her ass came into view. With good reason, I guess. Her asscheeks were a dark red with handprints easily visible. Some of them had already started to bruise. Otis told her to turn around. As she did, I watched her cute brown bush move out of my line of sight. We made her turn around and around until we had had our fill of looking at my handiwork.
“Okay, little girl, time to get naked. We’re gonna have some more fun today, but you knew that, didn’t you? That’s why you’re here.” Billy asked. Without looking up from the floor, Macy nodded slowly. “Well, get to it.” Miserably, Macy reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. “Not like that, do it sexy, move around.” With a sob, Macy swayed back and forth as she continued. Her bra was soon exposed to us once again and then she removed it, also, without being told. My dick was as hard as iron watching her small tits bobbing about as she moved. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her jeans and panties off. Once again, beautiful Macy stood naked and vulnerable in our circle of horny teenage boys.
Our hands didn’t wait to be invited this time, however, and we spent what seemed like hours turning her around and around while touching her everywhere. She never looked up at us and never complained, but she did jump whenever someone grabbed her ass. Everything from the top of her head to her smooth thighs was explored thoroughly. We even had to have her spread her legs further apart to accommodate us. Then Billy took the initiative again and kissed her.
She didn’t resist and soon Billy stopped and passed her on to Marshall, standing next to him. Like most of us, he had never kissed a girl before today. At first he kept his mouth closed but soon loosened up and put his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly, he stiffened and a wet spot appeared on the crotch of his shorts. Embarrassed, he muttered under his breath and passed her on as we chuckled at him. “Damn slut.”
Greg was next and Macy was taller than he was, so she couldn’t avoid helping out this time. She signed softly and bent down slightly, locking her lips on his. They kissed for a minute until he pulled away. I was next.
Macy shuffled over to me. She was so lovely. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders and partially covered her breasts. I moved it to the side and cupped one. “You need to make a little effort with me, Macy, understand?” She nodded and pushed her face against mine. Her lips were soft and warm and thick. After a second, they parted and her warm tongue pushed into my mouth. Automatically, I sucked on it and my hand clamped down on her tit. I guess she thought she was being told that she wasn’t trying hard enough, because she pushed her whole body into mine and wiggled it against me. Her tongue searched my mouth and played with my own. Suddenly, I realized that I was about to cum, just like Marshall. Not wanting to seem so inexperienced, I pushed her away. “I think you need a lot more practice, Macy.” I said, contempt in my voice. She sobbed at the stinging remark and moved on to Otis. They kissed for a minute before Billy’s voice broke the silence.
“Not a bad start. By the end of the summer, you should be okay. I think it’s time for the rest of us to get a little of what Ben got last night, though. Come on over here.” Macy moved to stand in front of Billy. He put a hand on her smooth shoulder and pushed her to her knees. All this time, Macy had been looking at the floor, never meeting our eyes. Billy had noticed too. “Macy, look at me.” Her shoulders slumped and her head tipped back, she met his gaze. “I want to see your eyes while you suck me. Oh, and make sure you swallow it all, it’s too precious to waste on the floor. Go on, get to it.”
Macy’s hands lifted to his waist and unsnapped his shorts. With a little effort, she soon had his cock free and waving in front of her face. It was, at least in comparison to my own normal-sized fifteen-year-old dick, huge. Macy stared for a minute, as if not certain what to do. Then she bent forward and slowly took him in her mouth. We could see her mouth working as she licked his meat as she did mine last night. Soon he grabbed her head in both hands and started to pump it back and forth. His hips jerked forward and smashed into her lips time after time, but she didn’t pull away. Suddenly he stiffened and moaned. We all watched in amazement as she swallowed her first load of man-juice. When he was finished Macy pulled back crying and, at a word from Billy, moved over to Marshall.
I realized that he blamed her for his earlier embarrassment when he couldn’t get it up again yet and slapped her, hard. She sobbed on the floor. “I’m sorry,” She said. “I’ll try again.”
“You are sorry, you little whore and don’t bother.” Marshall sai d and walked away.
Macy moved to Gary who came almost as soon as her mouth settled on his little prick. Still primed from the kiss, I lasted as long as I could, but not as long as Billy had. Otis yelled when he came and unconsciously jerked out of her mouth, shooting ropy cum on her pretty face, which she quickly wiped off, looking as if she might throw up.
Billy spoke up in the silence afterwards. “I think we’ll take a break until we all recharge our engines. Then we’ll get to the second act. Okay with you Macy?” On the floor at our feet, Macy sat with tears in her hazel eyes. She nodded without looking up. “How about we all go for a swim?” So, with Macy naked and leading the way, we trooped down to the lake. We spent the short trip watching our slave’s body move and making rude comments. For her part, Macy cried.
The lake was set pretty far back in the woods and, although it was officially county property, we rarely saw anybody else there. We had been here with Macy once before, but that time she was wearing clothes! Playfully, Otis and Greg shoved her into the cold water. When she got out, we all noticed how the temperature affected her nipples. They were stiff and poked out from her small mounds like pointers. Billy called her over. He palmed her breasts and suckled her until they warmed up and went soft. Then he laughed and told them to throw her in again. This time when she got out, Marshall got to her.
As he stood in front of her, I got a bad feeling. Marshall was the kid that deep down scares you because you know there’s something not quite right in him. His father was an avid hunter and when Marshall came back from trips with him, he would tell us in great gory detail about how they killed the animals. He seemed to really like it.
Anyway, Macy stood there as Marshall looked her over. Her wet hair was flung over her back so that we could have an unimpeded view of her erect nipples. He watched her face as he reached up and grasped a nipple with each set of thumb and forefinger. He began to slowly twist the sensitive flesh. Her face screwed up in an expression of fear, then pain, and finally agony as he turned them more than all the way around.
She screeched and lost her footing. But couldn’t fall all the way to her knees because of Marshall’s death grip on her nipples. Even Billy didn’t seem to know what to do with this turn of events. He held them for a few seconds more before letting her go. “There bitch, maybe you’ll think twice before embarrassing me again.”
Sobbing loudly, Macy crawled on her hands and knees to hide behind me. I didn’t like what Marshall had done, but I didn’t think that it would be good for her to see us argue, so I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her nipples were an angry red and a little swollen, but seemed okay. I took her face in my palm. “You didn’t answer him Macy.” I placed my hand over one breast and squeezed just a little.
“I’m sorry, Marshall.” Her voice was quiet and sad. When I let her go, she immediately cradled her breasts in both hands. I vowed to myself to keep an eye on Marshall. We swam a little while longer, but the game wasn’t fun anymore and looking at her body was making me very horny again.
“Come on, lets go back to the house and see what other fun things Macy can do.” I said. So we trooped back through the woods. There wasn’t much conversation this time, but if the others were on the same wavelength as I, they were anticipating fucking our new personal girl-toy.
When we got inside, everyone looked at Macy as if she had suddenly turned into a million dollars or something. She shuddered under the scrutiny. As usual, Billy spoke first. “So Macy, what do you want to do now.” She was silent, looking at the floor. “We can’t hear you.”
Crossing her arms over her tits, she said quietly. “I want to go home, please, don’t r… rape me.”
Billy had a smile on his face. “I got no problem with that, long as everyone agrees. ‘Cause in our group, we always vote. Everyone who wants Macy to go home a virgin, raise your hand.” Even Macy herself didn’t move. “Okay, everyone who wants to fuck Macy’s brains out, raise your hand.” The vote went predictably. Billy rubbed his hands together. “That settles that, all fair and square.” He paused. “I’m a little concerned that you think we’re going to rape you, though, Macy.” Billy considered for a moment. “Tell you what. If you really don’t want to fuck all of us, however we want, whenever we want, from now on, you don’t have to. You just go on home now and we won’t ask you again.” There was a stunned gasp from us guys and for the first time in two days Macy looked up with some sign of life in her eyes.
“Really?” She asked hopefully.
We should have known that he wasn’t actually going to let her go that easy, though. “Of course, if you do walk out, I’ll have to get my jollies some other way. Lets see… oh I know, I could make up hundreds of copies of those pictures of you and post them all over town. Did I show them to you, they came out so good.” As he spoke, Billy stepped over to his bag and got out a large white envelope. He walked back to Macy and poured the contents out on the floor at her feet. He was right about the quality. Pictures of beautiful Macy littered the floor. She was posing nude or playing with herself or being felt up by anonymous hands in all of them. “So, there’s your choice. You can go home now and become the most popular girl in town overnight, or you can ask us right now to fuck you hard. No… don’t ask us, beg. That way, we don’t have to worry about you feeling like you’re bein’ raped.”
Naked, Macy stood there in the middle of the floor of our tree house surrounded by photos of herself doing things no girl wants shown around. She had no choice. “Will you hurt me?”
“No more than we have too.” Billy answered, knowing already that he had won.
“All the time, whenever you want?”
“Yep”
“But guys want it all the time.”
“Yep”
“It will hurt.”
“You’ll get used to it. Hell, whores on the street get fucked all the time an’ they can still walk pretty straight.” We giggled.
“You’ll get me pregnant” Billy was silent. Could it be that he didn’t have an answer to that? Suddenly I did.
“Nah, you won’t. My dad keeps a bunch of his stock in the shed at home. I’ll just get you some of those pills that keep girls from getting’ knocked-up. Then you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.” I was proud of myself.
“But…”
“Enough questions, Macy. Are you gonna walk out or ask us.” Billy’s voice was hard again.
“I… you…” Macy took a ragged breath and wiped the tears off her cheeks. “Please fuck me.” She said quietly.
“We couldn’t hear you real good, Macy.”
Her voice quivered, but she spoke nice and loud. “Please fuck me.”
“When, how.”
“Please fuck me anytime, anywhere, anyway you want, goddamnit. I’ll do whatever you say.”
There was no sound. I could almost hear my heart pounding in my chest. She’s ours! I thought. Really ours to do whatever we wanted to with.
Billy stepped forward and said. “Okay” He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. “Go lay down and spread out nice an’ wide.” Macy lay on a small rug my parents had donated to our house. Looking at the ceiling, she spread her legs.
Her pussy was wide open to our view. Her pink inner lips were crinkled and delicate. The parted brown hair seemed be the signpost to some magical place. Perhaps it was. Billy’s clothes were off in a second and he laid down on her. She gasped at the strain of supporting his imposing weight. Off to the side, I had a great view of his massive cock as it pushed aside the flaps of skin protecting the entrance to her unwilling body. Billy spoke softly to her. “I’ll make this quick, it’s better for you that way, believe me.” Then he shoved inside.
Macy’s eyes flew wide and an inhuman screech came from her sexy lips. Her hands moved up and gripped Billy’s shoulders half, I think, for support and half to try and push him back. She didn’t succeed. He fell heavily on her, his prick completely buried in her virgin sheath. He started to saw back and forth, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in.
After that first yell, Macy calmed down, only emitting soft grunts on his forward swings. They stayed locked together for a long time. Billy pumping in and out, alternately taking advantage of her bare breasts and unhappy mouth with his tongue. He started to move faster and soon was plowing in and out at a ferocious pace. Macy’s eyes told how much pain she was in, but she remained pretty quiet. Then he stopped cold, burrowed as deeply as I had seen him, and came. Billy rolled off of Macy a minute later. His cock was slick with his own cum and streaks of her blood.
“Is she dyin’?” Greg asked, genuinely concerned.
“Nah” Billy replied. “Come here.” Billy sat back down between Macy’s still outstretched legs. We all crowded around. He looked around and grabbed something off the floor, Macy’s panties. “See a girl has a little bit of skin in her that proves she’s a virgin. The first time a guy fucks her, he breaks that skin, so… she bleeds a little.” As Billy spoke, he gently cleaned himself off and started on Macy. Her white panties came away tinged with red. Then he dropped the cloth and reached down. Spreading open her inner lips, he said. “There’s the same hole she had before, right?” We all nodded. “Remember how you couldn’t get your finger all the way up before?” Again we nodded. Billy took his middle finger and pushed it all the way in Macy’s hole.
All this time Macy had been quiet, just laying still as Billy used her unwilling body like a teaching aid. But as his finger entered her, she gasped and I saw her hands clench. “See how it goes all the up now? That’s ‘cause I fucked her.” We all took turns sticking our fingers up Macy’s cunt. I could tell she didn’t like it, but Billy had been right all along so far and I figured he did now, too. She was warm and wet inside and I couldn’t wait to get my cock in there.
“Who’s next?” I asked. We hadn’t decided ahead of time.
“I am, I’m the next oldest.” Otis spoke up. I was upset, but it was fair.
Billy made the decision. “Yeah, but Ben lives with her an’ got her out here today an’ all. He goes next and then you Otis, then Marshall and Greg. After that, it’s first cum, first served.” We all thought that was hysterical.
I undressed and climbed on her body as the others backed off a little. I was too excited for wasting any time and positioned myself at the entrance. For the first time since we started, Macy looked at one of us, me. “Please be gentle. I’m so sore down there.” Her eyes were wet and so pitiful, but I could feel the eyes of my friends, too, and they weren’t. I couldn’t look soft in front of them.
“You’ll be okay. Maybe if you spread out a little more, huh?” She just looked away as I pushed right in, bringing a small groan from her mouth. She was so warm and slick that I almost came right away. Somehow I held back long enough to get a few strokes in, but soon I blew a huge load deep inside her. Before I rolled off her, a newly christened man, I gripped her face in my hands and kissed her.
Otis didn’t even wait for me to get away, he landed on her so hard I couldn’t tell when he entered her. She looked at the ceiling the whole time that he pumped in her. His hands found her tits and proceeded to squeeze the shit out of them as he came.
Marshall stepped forward as Otis got up. For the first time in a while, Macy showed an emotion, fear. “Slut, if you think that I’m gonna let you lay there while I do all the work, you’re fuckin’ nuts. Get your ass up.” Reluctantly, Macy got to her feet and Marshall lay down in her place. “I saw this in a movie my dad got. You sit down on my cock an’ then you go on an’ fuck me. Got it?”
Macy nodded and straddled Marshall’s hips. After thinking for a second, she reached down and grasped his hard prick. Setting it straight up, Macy lined her hips up and started to lower herself onto him. Then she stopped. “Marshall, I’m hurtin’ so bad, I don’t know if I can do this. Please let me blow you again now and I’ll fuck you a little later, okay?”
Marshall thought for a second. “Tell you what, slut. I’ll try helpin’ a little bit an’ if we can’t get it in. then you can do that.” Macy looked relieved. That is, she did until Marshall reached out and grabbed her hips in both hands. Suddenly, he pulled down as hard as he could.
Macy plopped all the way on him with a yell that was even louder than when Billy broke into her. Her face was bright red and it was plain to see that she was in a lot of pain. “Now you start movin’ up an’ down like a good girl, okay?” Macy didn’t respond, she just started to move. Her hips took him in and out for a few minutes as Marshall amused himself with her readily available tits. Until he came, he pulled and twisted and squeezed her poor breasts every way he could. The only comfort I could see for Macy was he didn’t last long. When he came, Marshall once again gripped her hips and pulled her onto him as deep as he could. Then he pushed her off and got up. None of the rest of us looked at him.
Macy lay on the floor, crying openly. We could see her pussy was swollen and red from abuse, but there was still Greg to go. “One more, Macy. Fuck Greg and you can go home for today.” I said, making the decision for all of us, but no one spoke out. Macy nodded and spread out again. Greg lay on her and, overall, probably took less time to cum this time than last.
Billy and I helped her to her feet and gave her her clothes. “Hey guys, she’s had enough. Why don’t you take off and I’ll get her home. Okay?” After seeing how Marshall had hurt her, no one disagreed with me. Everyone except Billy left.
Billy walked over to Macy and lifted her face up toward his. “It was rough, I know. After today, it will get easier. Long as you do what you’re told, it’ll never be this bad again, okay?”
Macy looked up at him. “You took my virginity. You made me fuck five guys today and you plan to make me do it a lot more, how easy can it get? Don’t you understand I don’t want to do it, don’t you care?” Tears were streaming down her lovely face.
Billy’s voice got hard. “You’re body was made to fuck. That’s why you got a hole down there. We’re made to fuck you, that’s why we’ve got cocks. We’re all, even Greg, stronger than you. That’s so we can choose who to fuck and when. You never had a chance, bitch, if it weren’t us, it’d just be someone else.” He started for the door. “Just make sure you’re out here bright and early tomorrow. I got plans for you.” He left.
Macy turned to me. She was almost hysterical. “So, did you have fun?” She dropped to her knees in front of me. “You ready for more? I’ve still got these holes empty, damn you.” Reached for my soft dick. She licked it up and down and even caressed my balls. “Come on, get it hard and fuck me some more.” Tears were streaming onto her naked breasts and her voice was shrill. I could see that she was going over the edge. I did the only thing I could think of. I slapped her.
Macy fell on her side and started to cry like I never heard before, she did it for a long time. Finally she stopped and got up and dressed. We slowly made our way home. I must have had some kind of good luck that day, because when we got to the house, there was a note that my mother had gone to town to have dinner with my dad and see a movie. We had the house to ourselves for hours.
As soon as we got in, Macy collapsed on the couch. Soon I heard her snores. I let her sleep for an hour before waking her up. “You smell terrible, Macy. Come with me.” I walked upstairs without waiting for a response. A second later, I heard her footsteps behind me. Leading her to my bathroom, I turned on the shower and slipped off my clothes. Without a word, Macy did the same. She was a mess.
Her formally virginal and perfect body was not anymore. Her hair was tangled and knotted with some pieces of twigs and stuff mixed in. Her face was slightly swollen and reddened where she had been struck and her lips were swollen from all the kissing and blowjobs. The breasts that had been so immaculately clean and pure looking were bruising already from over-use. In general she was dirty everywhere, but I looked extra hard at her pussy. The hair was matted with dry cum and still parted down the middle, showing off her newly bruised-and-used inner lips and vagina. I pulled her into the spray.
She stood silently as I soaped her down and rinsed her off. I was especially careful with the damaged parts. Then I shampooed her luxurious hair. Finally she was looking somewhat like her previous self. I turned off the water and led her out. I dried her off slowly, loving the feel of her naked body. Throughout it all, my prick stood firmly at attention.
Sometimes I would catch Macy glancing at it with fear in her eyes. When I was done, I led her back through the house and to her room. We still had a few hours before having to worry about my parents, and setting her alarm in case we fell asleep, we both got on the bed naked. Immediately, she spread her legs, waiting for me. “Nah, not this time. Good thinking, though. Right now I just want you to jerk me off.”
Sounding surprised, she said, “I don’t know how.”
“Treat it like a pet at first. Caress it and rub it gently. Then as I get closer, you wrap your hand around and pump me faster and faster until I cum. Now get started.” I tried to sound rough, but I think she knew that the only reason she wasn’t absorbing another load of mine between her legs or in her mouth was because I really didn’t want to hurt her. Her hands started to work on me. She certainly hadn’t ever done it before, but she did pretty well. After I came, I told her to lick her hands and my stomach where my juice had landed. The next thing I knew, the alarm was ringing. I got up and went to my bed. Macy never even stirred.
I woke up Wednesday in a wonderful mood. Macy was subdued but okay. We ate breakfast and as soon as my father pulled out, I made my way out back to the shed, the key in my hand. There were several different types of pills, but only one was open, so I took a couple of packages out of that one and went back inside. Macy had gone back to her room, so I followed her down and gave her the pills. “Go take one now, I said. I think you take them once a day. Oh, and before we leave, change into a pair of shorts, those jeans take you too long to get off.” We hit the road soon after.
Once again, everyone was there before us. This time, though, there was no threatening Macy to go up. She even climbed the ladder in front of me. Billy motioned her over to him.
“Good morning Macy, sleep well? I hope so. Can I have a kiss hello?” Macy kissed him on the mouth. When he was done, Billy sent her to do the same with the others. While she was busy, I noticed an air mattress set up on the floor.
“Good thinking,” I said to Billy, and I told him about the pills.
Then we turned our attention to our sex-slave. “Take ‘em off, girl. I went to bed stiff last night and I don’t think it went down all night.” Otis said. Wordlessly, Macy stripped.
We kept her busy the rest of the morning and then took a break for lunch. Afterward, we headed down to the lake to cool off and recharge. It was fun and Billy fucked her in the water. On the way back, she stopped and looked around.
“What’s up, Macy?” Marshall asked. “Looking for another fuck already?”
“I have to pee.” Even after we had been looking at her naked body for days now, she blushed at this.
“Not now. Wait ‘till we get back.” Billy said. We started up again. When we got to the tree our house was in, Billy stopped. “Okay, Macy, go on and pee.” Relieved, she started to walk away. “No Macy, pee right here. We want to watch.” Her face beet-red, Macy squatted down where she was.
“I don’t think I can do this in front of you.”
“I didn’t ask you, I told you. You better start peein’ right now, girl.” She stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before a stream of piss shot out and hit the ground. She didn’t look at us the entire time. Then we went back up the ladder.
Over the next few weeks we set up a routine. Mornings were filled with Macy servicing our almost constant needs. Sometimes we got adventurous with positions and numbers of participants, but most of it was straight fucking. The afternoons were easier on her. She generally only had to fuck a couple of us and give a few blowjobs. In between, we would hike and play just as we always had.
In the evenings, I usually let her rest, though there were exceptions. One evening about three weeks into her new life, Macy was reading in her room when I came in. She got up and stripped without a word and lay back down, assuming I wanted to make a deposit.
However, I had been looking at some of the pictures Billy had taken that first day, and I was curious about female masturbation. All this time, Macy had been submitting to us with a detachment that bothered me. I knew that women had orgasms and figured Macy might be a little more enthusiastic if she were getting off, also. I was determined to make her cum.
On the way down, I had grabbed a bottle of olive oil out of the kitchen. I sat on the bed beside her while Macy looked at me expectantly. I opened the bottle and poured some onto my palm. Then I reached down and began to spread it around her pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“Experimenting. You just lay back and let me be.” I ran my fingers through her thick pubic hair. Letting the tips just graze the edges of the lips and the tip of her clit, as I had seen her doing the first day. For several minutes she lay still until I felt her hips start to move back against my hand.
“Please don’t, I don’t want to get excited.” Her voice hadn’t sounded so tentative since the beginning, so I figured I was making progress. I didn’t answer her. I continued until I noticed an unfamiliar odor wafting up.
“What’s the smell, Macy?”
Obviously miserable, Macy replied. “That’s from me getting wet.”
I moved within her slit and noticed that she was wet. I continued rubbing there for a few minutes, too. Then I put a finger inside her hot, wet hole. She gasped and her hips shot up. I noticed that her nipples were every bit as hard as when we had thrown her in the lake. I pumped my finger as if I were fucking her. She started to moan softly and I saw her clit getting bigger. With one hand I stroked her pleasure button, while the other explored inside.
When my finger stroked a rough spot of skin on the top of her cunt, she jumped and gasped. I did it again, same reaction. Soon I was having trouble keeping my fingers where they were because of how violently she was moving. Macy’s face was clenched up and sweaty and her hands clutched the bedsheets. Suddenly, she stopped, moaned loudly, and collapsed on the bed.
“That was fun.” I said, mostly to myself. I gave her a minute to calm down, then I started again. Overall, I brought Macy to four huge orgasms. By the last one, she was begging me to stop. Once I did, she fell immediately asleep, not even moving when I climbed on and quickly came in her exhausted hole.
The next day at breakfast, she refused to look at me. On the way to the tree house, she stopped halfway there and turned to me. “Please don’t tell them about last night.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve taken everything from me. You strip me naked whenever you want. I don’t control who has sex with me. I can’t even go to the bathroom without permission and, usually, company. The only thing I had left was that none of you ever made me cum. For girls, that’s the most private thing they show a guy. Now I don’t have it anymore. You took it last night, but please don’t tell them. I won’t have anything left that’s just mine.” She was begging and, for the first time in weeks, crying. Suddenly, I realized that after all this time, Macy still didn’t understand what was happening here. Thinking for a second, I tried to explain.
“Macy, you’re not supposed to ‘have’ anything. You aren’t yours anymore… you’re ours. We own you. We talk, you listen. We say, you do. You should be punished for holding out on us, I think. I had a lot of fun making you cum and I’m angry that all this time I could have been doing it, but you held back.” I started to walk again. A second later, I heard Mac y’s steps start again, too.
At the tree house, I had Macy strip and lay on the mattress. I sat between her spread legs and the others crowded around. “What’s up, Ben?” Greg asked.
“Something I found last night. Quiet down and watch. Pulling the oil from my pocket I started to jerk Macy off again. If anything, she got going faster today, and was soon cumming even louder than last night. When she came back to earth, I explained to the others just how to do it. The rest of the morning we practiced making Macy unwillingly orgasm. I lost count of how many she had, but at least two from each of us would be conservative. By the next day, Macy had totally broken and was cumming almost everytime one of us fucked her. For the next couple of weeks, Macy went home totally exhausted each night.
Once again, we had a routine. Macy relaxed and even seemed to try to cum when we used her. We all thought having a sex slave was the best thing in the world. One night late in the summer, my parents had taken me out school shopping. We got home about nine, and my parents soon went to bed. Thinking that I would work off a little steam before bed, I went down to Macy’s room.
When I opened the door, I almost threw up. Macy was laying on her bed, naked. Her beautiful body was a mass of cuts and bruises. I ran over and lifted her head. Her face was undamaged. She opened her eyes and all I saw was naked fear until she realized who I was. Then she let out a moan and started to sob. For an hour, I held her as she cried uncontrollably. When she started to calm down, I cleaned her up the best I could. “What happened, Macy? Who did this to you?” I asked.
“Marshall” She said, her voice soft. “He came in right after you left. I was surprised, but I figured you had given him permission to come in. But he didn’t look right and after he got me naked, he started to hit me. At first it was just his fists, but then he used other things like my belts and a clothes hanger. He really liked hitting me between my legs. I begged him to stop, but he laughed and said that I was a slut and should get used to being treated like one.” She stopped and cried some more. “I tried to get him to let me suck him off or fuck him, but he just wanted to hurt me. He wasn’t even hard until the end when he… he shoved the bat inside me. Then I had to suck him. After that he left.” I held her until morning, leaving just before my parents got up. I called Billy to tell him we wouldn’t be out that day, explaining why. Billy wanted to go right over and confront Marshall but I told him to wait until the next day.
Macy slept most of the day and through the night. I told my mother she had a cold and wanted to be left alone to sleep it off. The next day, we slowly made our way to the tree house. Everyone was there. I took over.
“Macy, strip.” I was a command she knew well, but today she was a little shy about it. I a minute, though, all the others knew why. There were gasps and questions, but I shooed them off. Her body looked as if a car had hit her. There wasn’t an inch of undamaged skin on her body. Her breasts were black and blue and her left nipple had an inch-long cut. Her inner thighs were so terribly bruised that she had had to walk with her legs apart all the way to the tree house. Her pussy, however, was the worst damaged place on her body. The labia were swollen and black from bruising. Even her clit was so swollen that it couldn’t slip back into its little hood of skin.
I looked at Marshall. “Why?” My voice was surprisingly calm.
He glanced around as if seeking support, but found none. “Come on guys. She’s a slut, a whore. She deserved it. She spends all day cumming all over herself. She’s not supposed to be having fun, we are!”
“We were having fun.”
“No we weren’t, we were treatin’ her like a fuckin’ queen!”
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hand smashed into his gut and as he doubled over, I hit him on the chin. Marshall fell to the floor. “She’s not a queen, but she’s not a real slut either, you asshole. She’s our slave… our property. We’re supposed to take care of our stuff, not fuck it up.” I looked up. “Billy, would you take care of this?” Nodding, he led Marshall out of the house. Outside, we heard the sounds of fists striking flesh. Then Billy came back up alone.
I never asked what he said or did to Marshall, but he never came back to the tree house again. Nor did he speak to or about us once school started back up. Years later, I heard that he was in jail. He had become a serial rapist.
The rest of that day, Macy stayed on the mattress. We left her alone and for the first weekday since the first time we had taken possession of her, didn’t make her service us sexually. The next morning, she thanked us for the time off and proceeded to blow us all without being asked. For the next few days we stuck to using her mouth.
Within two weeks, her body was totally healed. For the rest of the summer we all stuck together. Macy didn’t exactly seem to like being our slave any more than before, but she never complained or hesitated to do what we said.
As always, the summer came to an end and we went back to school. As usual, we all went our separate ways, only seeing each other on the bus and passing in the halls. Macy didn’t speak to any of us and I could never get her alone. She went out for the cheerleading squad and started to get in with the top social groups.
The last summer started to become a pleasant memory, at least for me, but Macy seemed to be trying to put it behind her. I didn’t really mind, she had paid her dues. Eventually, that school year ran down also and summer loomed once again. I was disappointed in some irrational spot in my head when my mother mentioned that Macy would be staying home this summer, as she was now fifteen and had a cousin coming to stay with her.
Us guys met once again at the tree house. Billy wasn’t coming home that summer, but Otis had brought his younger brother with him and a new boy had moved into the area and we had invited him to join us. We played around and swam and told the new guys stories about the school year and the summer before.
One day, about three weeks into the summer, we heard footsteps on the ladder and a knock at the door. I opened it, and there was Macy. She was beautiful, growing up and out in the nicest ways. Beside her was a girl about sixteen and almost as lovely. She had bright red hair and large breasts pressing against her tee shirt. She didn’t look happy to be there.
Puzzled, I let them into the room. All eyes were on the newcomers. Immediately, Macy dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to get here, but Shelly took some convincing.” Reaching into her pocket, she handed me a stack of Polaroids. In them, Shelly was laughing as she smoked what was obviously a joint and drank a beer. Macy spoke up again. “Shelly’s dad is a minister. She can’t ever let him see these pictures or… any others you guys might take.” Then Macy stood up and started to undress.

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