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Her breasts were small,budding,but were firm, and her nipples were little peaks. As she walked home from school, Melissa didn’t see the five black men laying in wait for her. She was wearing a white blouse, tucked into the waistband of a light blue skirt. White socks with black saddle pumps.

Her little ass wriggled under her skirt as she walked and her hair bounced around her shoulders. She had an armful of books and thoughts in her head of her new boyfriend, and of the first kiss she was expecting on their second date tonight.

Melissa had never had a real boyfriend before, and was just a naive innocent, about to have her world crash down around her.

The black men waited in the alley, around the corner right ahead of her. Ape, Joe,Claude,Bill and Rodney were their names, and all of them were big men, with thick muscles and wide shoulders. It had been a week since they had gang- banged a white girl, and the little teen walking towards them got their juices churning and their balls boiling.

As Melissa rounded the corner,Claude,the leader of the gang, grabbed her, cupping his hand over her mouth and the other arm going around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. The school books fell to the ground and the struggling girl was pulled into the alley.

“Let’s get the little bitch down in our hideaway so nobody can hear her screams.” said Joe. So they carried Melissa to the door of an abandoned building, and with the huge, hulking one called Ape leading, went in and shut the door behind them.

The room had a stairway which lead to an downstairs room where the blacks had set up a mattress and had the windows boarded up.

“Isn’t noon goanna hear her down here,” said Rodney. “Let’s get the little girl naked. Time’s a wasting and if I don’t get in her soon, I’m goanna shoot in my pants.”

Claude whispered in her ear, his hot breath burning her shell–like ears.” Baby girl, you fight us and you’re dead. Do you understand?”

Melissa nodded her head.

Bill pulled out a huge knife and held it up to her face. “You try to escape and I’ll gut you. I’ll spill your entrails on the floor.” the blade of the knife glittered in the light of a single overhead bulb.

Claude took his hand from her mouth.

In a shaky voice Melissa gasped,”W..What do you want? I don’t have any money.”

Rodney laughed. A brutal laugh.” What we want is between your legs little girl.”

Melissa couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Surely they didn’t mean what she thought they meant. but one look at their lust-filled eyes told her they did. They were going to rape her!

Bill ran his hand along her soft cheek. “How old are you sweetheart?”

“15″ stammered Melissa,” please don’t hurt me.”

“Shit she just a little girl,” Joe said, reaching out to cup her little breasts thru her blouse.

“That’s the way I like me,” said Ape,”Young,white,and tight!” He reached out, took her blouse in the front, and ripped it completely down he middle, in a lightning stroke that caused her to cry out.

Bill wasted no time. he tore her bra off in one swift move, exposing her little breasts. He fastened his thick-lipped mouth onto one of them and bit down hard, causing her to scream in pain and terror. Her cream caused him to bite down harder. He put his strong fingers around the other soft, white tit and looked into her eyes. “This tit isn’t never been touched before.” he said, squeezing it hard, causing Melissa to cry out.

“Isn’t that right?” he asked, fingering her nipple.” This white broad’s a virgin. You isn’t never been fucked have you?”

“No.” Melissa whispered, her face wet from her tears brought about by her humiliation and pain.

“She don’t even like the word,” Claude laughed, then continued,” And we’ll be the first in her, to teach her the joy of black pricks.”

Claude removed the tattered remands of her blouse, then began sliding her skirt down her legs. Melissa began to struggle until Bill put the knife to her throat. She stood still, shivering as Claude removed her skirt, revealing her lacy, white panties beneath.

Ape ripped her panties off, exposing her tiny pussycat thin lipped slit with just a faint wisp of pubic hair. It was the pussy of a 15 year old virgin. Ape fingered her little slit, running his hand up and down her crotch. Laughing as tears began to stream out of her eyes.

Bill stepped up to her and put one hand on top of her blonde head. “On your knees, itch,” he snarled, pushing her down to the cold, stone floor.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! her mind cried…….Please don’t let this happen to me! Melissa turned her face away and closed her eyes.

The sound of a zipper, snapped her eyes open. Bill was removing his trousers. “You ever suck a cock, white bitch?” he asked.

Melissa shook her head as he exposed his manhood, rubbing the foreskin over the purple black head. It slowly lengthened, growing before Melissa’s bulging eyes. The tip of it slowly emitting a white, viscous fluid.

“You is now, that for sure.” he said moving so that his prick touched Melissa’s lips.

She moved her head to the side, trying to avoid at all costs the now long, hard black prick. She was amazed that a man could have such a large cock. She had never seen one before, either black or white. It was 10 inches long and only semi-erect. She moved her head from side to side, praying that he wouldn’t do that, force that horrible hard thing into her mouth.

Suddenly his fingers were at her lips, opening her mouth, and Bill forced his penis into her mouth. She resisted violently, sickened but then he held her nose between his finger and thumb, and as she finally gasped for breath, the thick sword of flesh rammed in, crushing through her soft moist lips, between her even teeth, and into the heated saliva of her mouth.

She felt it on her tongue. His great, blunt, hot thing. The fat, swollen shaft began to slide in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, always leaving an inch or two past her lips in the warm shelter of her mouth.

She closed her eyes in disgust and pain. All of her mouth that was left after the great expanding rod rammed down her throat towards her tonsils began to fill with saliva.

She coughed and spluttered as he moved it in and out with increasing force, ramming into her at a fast pace. She felt the man’s loins crush into her face, the woolly harshness of his pubic hairs as they rubbed against her lips. His hands gripped her hair, and he seemed to be trying to force his cock down her throat and into her gut.

He pumped his loins faster, pressing hard against her soft lips each time, burying the length of his prick all the way to the coarse hair at it’s base. His tool was growing bigger with each driving thrust of his hips. Her lips slid over the full length of his rising cock with each forward plunge of his body. He knew that soon it would ram well past the back of her throat.

The little girl was having difficulty taking it’s hardening length in her mouth, gagging and choking when he really threw it at her.

He pumped ceaselessly in and out of her mouth………… Melissa was trying frantically not to choke on the throbbing creature that invaded her throat. It was so long! each time his hairy body slapped against her lips, that terrible thing pushed against the back of her throat and almost slid down the sensitive passage at her tonsils. She gasped and choked with each plunge, thinking that she would surely suffocate beneath it’s thrust. He would pull it almost out of her mouth, out until the raised head at it’s tip brushed her lips, then he would begin that awful journey back into her throat. It was hard, but flexible, and when the head bumped against the back of her throat it would bend just enough to go down. Each time it did, she would have to swallow…..or choke…and she knew that the flexing of her own throat muscles would be her downfall. He groaned each time she swallowed and she knew that the contractions of her throat were milking him to a climax. But each time she tried not to swallow, she choked and her throat automatically contracted around it.

He held her head tight and buried his aching cock deep down into her throat until his hairy balls rested on her chin. Melissa couldn’t say anything….couldn’t think of anything. She gagged again as he drove deeply into her mouth over and over again. He jammed his cock through her tightly clamped lips, down over the rough, little tongue and down the throat again and again and again. Until she felt his loins twitch beneath the hair as he banged against her. It was beginning, Oh God! He was going to empty that hot, swollen beast down her open throat! What could she do?……………

Then the man pressing into her gasped once, twice and once again, crushing his hips into her face until she was suffocating and fighting for breath. And as she struggled for air, her mouth was flooded with a flowing torrent of hot, thick liquid that choked her and slithered down her throat.

Melissa swallowed hurriedly, feeling herself starting to choke again. the heavy cream was dripping out the sides of her mouth and still he was shooting more and more of it into her gullet.

“AAAh! Suck it white bitch! take my load down your throat!” Bill yelled as he emptied his balls down her throat. Finally, his cock stopped jerking and the onslaught of cum stopped. his rod began to lose it’s size and weight. It seemed like an eternity before he began to move away and removed his deflated prick from her mouth. A thin string of semen connected the tip of his cock to her lips. He pulled away from her and the string broke, disconnecting them. She sobbed, able to breath again and opened her mouth to spit out the remaining vestiges of sticky cum that stuck to her tongue and palate. The taste of Bill’s jism sickening her and making her want to vomit.

Suddenly, she was lifted to her feet as though she was weightless. Ape had grabbed her. She felt herself being crushed and then slammed down onto the filthy, semen-stained mattress.

Joe and Ape held her down, Ape holding her hands above her head, while Joe grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, exposing her naked, virginal slit to their lust crazed eyes. Claude stepped forward and began to remove his clothes. “I’m goanna pop her cherry.” he said,” I’m goanna break this little girl in right.”

He lowered himself onto her, as she moaned “No,no,no..” over and over again. His face came towards hers/his strong lips closed down upon her soft ones. He pressed his mouth against hers, opened his lips, ran his tongue over her lips, then forced them open and ran his whole tongue inside her mouth. Melissa wanted to vomit. His fleshy instrument filled her mouth. He withdrew it and then moved his lips against hers and then shoved it down her throat further.

His hands grabbed her tiny tits and squeezed the plumb little cones. He took one whole breast in his mouth and began to suck and bite at it, while his one hand gripped the other breast and began pulling it and twisting the nipple, hard, between his fingers. He moved his other hand to his hardened cock and rubbed his thumb over the throbbing head, purple and topped with a speck of white wetness. “It’s goanna be a tight fit, ramming into that lil’ white belly, but I’ll get it in.”

“Now, she’s goanna fight it men, they all does, so I may need some help just getting it in. Mighty big cock to be stuffing’ in that tight, sweet, little slit.”

Ape and Joe held her tighter,”Fuck her good,” Joe growled,” Rip that white pussy out.”

Claude stood up,” Now we’re ready.” His body rippling with sleek, hard, muscles. His cock was long and big and hung down between his legs like a baseball bat, black and strong.

He began stroking it until it hardened, sticking straight out and slightly away from his body. “Now me and dis, we’re goanna pump her full.” Melissa was trembling with fear. Claude’s brick hard pole was at least a foot long and the head was huge and looked ready to burst. She didn’t think that she would ever live through having that stuck into her virginal opening. She shivered in terror.

Claude lowered himself over her again and reached between her legs and probed at her tight slit. He spread the lips apart with his fingers, and put the head of his cock against the quivering opening. He leaned over her and put his mouth on hers, opened her lips with his own and shoved his tongue into her mouth to the back of her throat.

He brought his hips forward and tried to work the huge head of his cock into the tight, resisting slit between her wide spread legs. It wouldn’t go. He eased off a bit, rammed his tongue all the way into her mouth, tightened the muscles in his buttocks and shoved and went into her and she flipped her head sideways and screamed. He brought all his muscle power to his hips and shoved his hard prick in with all his strength and she screamed again. The pain he caused her from shoving it into her virginal slit was almost too much to bear. She tried to move from under him but it was no use. Each movement on her part only increased the almost unbearable pain throbbing down there between her wide stretched thighs.

Claude tried to shove on into her but he was too big. She was crying, begging him to take it out of her. He shoved again, sinking his lust-hardened rod of flesh deeper and she screamed and tried to close her legs in objection to his monstrous invasion. He tensed harder and jabbed on in to that hot, tight, opening Melissa’s eyes bulged wide at the sudden unexpected impalement and she screamed louder.

Claude knew he was only about half way into her. He cupped the soft, quivering mounds of her buttocks in his hands and gritting his teeth, rammed on into her. He felt a tearing and ripping and breaking, deep down in her defenceless little cunt, but it was done and could never be undone. He pushed into her until his pelvis was touching hers, and raised himself slightly and watched as his black, thick, bloodstained prick moved out of her tight opening, the pink, soft edges moving down the length of his cock. He shoved himself back into her and moved all the way to the very resistance of her final opening, the entrance to her womb.

He looked into her eyes and her sweat covered brow furrowing into ridges of pain. He thrust deeper into her and she groaned. He moved out of her and then back in and she whimpered and cried and tried to escape. He pushed down deep into her and put his mouth in the hollow of her neck and bit at the soft flesh there.

Melissa had known that he was going to plunge into her, to split her little virginal cunt as under, but she had not come anywhere near anticipating the pain that it gave her. She had felt that she was being split apart when he first pushed into her and that was only a beginning. Then, when he had pushed into her a second time the pain had been too much. She had felt as though a hot poker, a large one, was being shoved into her insides. She felt herself tear and break.

She felt the fullness of him deep within her, throbbing against the forever broken and stretched walls of her helpless pussy. The huge head shoved deep into her belly, feeling as though it lay pressed next to her heart. And she knew that anything she did would only make it worse. She lay, stuffed and helpless, under him.

Claude moved his hard prick down, then withdrew it, all but the head and then started back in and she begged him and cried but that only made him hotter, and he plunged back into her straining cunt, and then withdrew and started back and repeated the same thing, only this time shoving it in up to his balls deep into her womb, and she groaned.

He plowed wildly in and out of her, his hard cock demanding satisfaction. He built up to a frenzied pitch, driving his hard cock deep into her and then drawing it out. Her little tits jiggled as he boned her fast and hard. He plowed and plunged and gave her long stroking motions, his balls banging against her buttocks and he rammed and jerked….. And then he came, shooting a huge load of sticky cum up into her womb. Great wads of stringy jism that filled her 15 year old pussy to overflowing and trickled down her inner thighs.

She though he would never stop ejaculating as he pumped a seemingly endless supply of black seed into her belly. She sobbed in disgust as thick, ropey clots of sperm thumped into her young womb. Finally, she felt the last dregs of semen seep into her and then he collapsed on top of her, almost suffocating her with his weight. She imagined she could feel his negro sperm swimming inside her.

Then he raised himself off her and pulled his deflated cock out of her torn and bleeding pussy. She cried in shame and humiliation as Claude moved away from her, his cum still dripping from her slit.

“Now’s my turn.” said Joe as he switched places with Bill, who now held her legs. She whimpered as she realized that it wasn’t over. They were all going to take their turns spilling their obscene cum up every orifice of her body and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

“Put her on her hands and knees.” Joe said as the men lifted her and positioned her. “We’re goanna do it doggy style!” he laughed.

Joe stood in front of her, his huge black cock lengthening as he stroked it. It was bigger than Claude’s,13 1/2 inches and had a head the size of a plum. She knew that she would never be able to have that huge thing inside her and survive. It was impossible.

Melissa kneeled there on her hands and knees. Her head hung in shame, her blonde hair obscuring her face. She knew she couldn’t escape. They were surrounding her. All she could do was take what they gave her and hoped she lived.

Joe moved behind her and sank to his knees. He leaned over her back and took her budding breasts in his hands and squeezed them. He worked at her nipples with his fingers, pulling them out and away from her body. He buried his face in her blonde hair and nipped with his teeth at her neck. He let go of her breasts and gripped her hips, the muscles in her thighs straining against his powerful, black hands and he put the head of his horsecock against the lips of her sore and battered vaginal slit. The big, pulsating head throbbed against her, surrounded by her sparse aureole of soft, young pubic hair and she shuddered at the reality of it all, at what was to be her next torture

“Ooohh,little white baby,gonna fuck your pussy now.” he slobbered, and he shoved his hips, causing his huge dripping head to burn against her soft, pink, vaginal lips. He grunted and pushed harder and it entered slightly, causing excruciating pain to her. She tried to move away from him, but his gripping hands held her firmly in place. He pushed again with the full weight of him and the enormous,bulb-like,purple head slipped with a *pop* between the tight, cringing lips of her cunt. Melissa felt as though someone were trying to force a telephone pole up between her legs and the pain was more than she knew she would be able to bear.

“Gotcha now, little white bitch!” he snarled down at her and at the same moment flicked his hips cruelly forward ,sliding half the monstrous length mercilessly into the tight, stretched confines of her screaming pussy. “Oooohh,God no! Please no!” she screamed helplessly beneath him, feeling as though the whole of her aching loins were being split wide asunder. He kept on without stopping and ground down hard and shot it all the way into her unready cunt,tearing cruelly at the wide-stretched walls and feeling like raging fire to her cuntal lips.

The pain was unbelievable to Melissa. She had screamed out at the first penetration of her bloody, tortured vagina, but the pain had become worse with each further millimetre of hardened flesh that he shoved into her. She trembled under him. She could feel the hard, bulbous head against her cervix, grinding hard against it and at the same time his already monstrous cock was getting harder and longer within her pussy. she moved, trying to get out from under the searing pain, but he plunged at her, gripping her hips and forced her towards him, then drove completely into her, hurting the small mound of her cunt when his pelvis smashed brutally against it.

Joe pushed on and on until he felt the large,knobby head of his prick slip into the wet, warm, glove-like enclosure of her young, underdeveloped womb, deep inside her. Then he moved it out, enjoying the small, involuntary grasping at his rock hard prick with her vaginal walls. Then he plowed back in, forcing it in as far as he could go.

His plunging into her hurt like hell, jolting her body with pain. He pounded his cock into the 15 year old’s womb. Joe’s muscled backside tightened up with every ram of his hardened pole of flesh into her tight, little opening and relaxed once he was in to the hilt, then braced themselves for the withdrawal and the gathering again of the plunge back. His steely pole throbbed against the walls of her blood-warmed cunt and the pink, soft flanges of it wrapped about him tightly and securely.

She turned her head from side to side and was startled to find that Rodney had taken a position in front of her face and had his 8 inched pointed at her mouth. He lifted her head by clutching her hair and tried to force it into her mouth, his fingers tearing cruelly at her tightly resisting lips. Joe, kneeling behind her, lowed his fleshy rod in and out of her body. He ran his hands up her small, fear-quivering body and around her ribs and took her tiny tits in his hands and cupped and squeezed them hard.

Rodney forced her mouth open, then made her accept the purple, throbbing head of his cock into the soft, warm confines of her resisting mouth. He took her head and forced it down upon him, until he felt his prick at the back of her throat. And he moved her head by the hair and worked her face more fully onto him and knew that it was there, down deep into her gullet and he pulled her head up and then moved it back down upon him.

Joe rammed himself into her fully, forcing her forward with the weight of his own body and loved the wet hotness of her warm, tight cunt.

Melissa’s mouth was filled to overflowing with the bigness of Rodney’s prick. The soft, spongy head of it deep within her throat and she thought that she would faint from pain with the plunges into her of Joe’s huge cock,going deep into her insides harshly and brutally, pushing her flesh before him.

She felt the hard prick easing out of her warm cunt and she moved her hips hoping to escape that hot, fleshy rod, but only caused him to release her breasts and grab onto her hips and steady them and plunge back into her. Hurting her terribly, wedging her apart inside, deep inside. her mouth was forced down on the thick shaft of Rodney.

They rocked her body between them. Joe plunging deep into her and forcing her forward so that Rodney was shoved deep into her throat until she thought that surely the heads of their hot, hard pricks would meet inside her and destroy her.

Joe plunged and shoved and tore into the delicious opening of her, enjoying the sight of his wet,blood-stained,glistening prick pulling out of her swollen, pink cuntal lips,then disappearing back into the depths of her. He felt the throbbing of his hard cock against her smooth, soft walls. He gripped her slim waist and slammed her back onto his hard pole and then rode hard and deep on her back.

He slammed his rod far into her, stabbing and sticking and impaling the very core of her on his hot, plunging pole. Then, he emptied himself of a huge load in her belly. Spurt after spurt of hot jism that filled her as she sobbed beneath him. Rodney loved the warmth of her soft throat and the feeling of her tongue on his hard rod. His cock deep in her throat. Her lips moving down and touching the very bottom of his hard, thick prick. he knew he was going to give up his hot semen, was going to spew down her throat and into her brain. He braced himself, all of his muscles taut and ready. Then, he shot a thick wad of scalding semen down her throat. Clots of sperm that filled her mouth, choking her, and slithered down into her belly.

Melissa kneeled there, her body covered with sweat. She felt revulsion. Joe’s prick was still rammed hotly in her tight slit, behind her. He slipped his now deflated dick out of her. The head popping wetly out of the tight lips of her little pussy with a sound that was unmistakeable. At the same time, Rodney withdrew his limp penis from her mouth. She could still taste his foul cum on her lips.

Melissa was beaten. She couldn’t take any more, and she collapsed onto her belly on the semen encrusted mattress. Her cunt ached, the pussy lips red and irritated, a pool of cum laying deep inside her. Her tiny breasts were sore and bruised. The nipples swollen from twisting fingers. All she hoped now was that it was over, and they would let her live.

She had forgotten about Ape. He moved over to where she could see him. She couldn’t believe the incredibly huge cock that hung between his legs. It was bigger than any of the others and they were monstrous! His black penis hung well past his knees. It had an unbelievable huge head and was as thick as her arm, a fat,18 inched. The little 15 year old cried, he would kill her with that thing. He would split her open to her chin!

“Please,….no more….” she pleaded.

“Oh yea,there’s more,..”Ape said, “But I isn’t fucking her cunt,there’s too much hump jelly up there. I’m sticking it up her ass!”

Melissa jumped in shock. He wasn’t…….He couldn’t be serious. She couldn’t take that tool up her posy’s there was no way he would get it up her tight, virgin asshole. He would probably kill her trying to get it in.

“Please….” she begged,” Don’t do this! I’m just a little girl.”

“Awe..” said Ape, “I know you jest a lil’ girl. That’s what I like. Aren’t nothing better than splitting the poop chute of a lil’ white girl!”

Bill kneeled down and looked her in the eyes, “This goanna hurt, baby doll.” he whispered, “Ape’s hung like a horse.”

“Please..” she begged, “Don’t let him do this. It’s not right. It’s evil.”

“He’ll kill me.” she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. She thought she saw something, maybe pity in his eyes. He hooked his fingers under her chin and lifted her head. “I’ll see what I can do.” he assured her.

He stood up and yelled at Ape who was getting on his knees behind and above the girl.

“I bet you a beer,you can’t get your pole up her butt!”

“Then you goanna lose,” Ape yelled back,”Cos’ I’m goanna stick my hose up her so far,it’ll come out her throat!”

Melissa cried, tears of betrayal burning her cheeks. She hadn’t known she could hate as much as she hated these black thugs who were punishing her body and soul. She knew she was going to be sodomized. That Ape was going to put the biggest cock in the world up her behind. And that whatever pain she had felt up to now, would pale as to what was coming.

Ape dug his fingers into her abused cunt and scooped out some of the jism that still nestled in her and rubbed it over the grapefruit sized head of his black cock.

Then he sprawled over her, his elbows on either side of her head as his body rested oh her. His cock pressed against her asshole. She felt her little, wrinkled opening spreading wider and wider, as his cockney forced it’s way in.

She groaned into the mattress, air puffing out between her lips as the pain began to bloom in her asshole. His cock pushed open the wrinkled little hole, and slowly sank down into her as the watching men cheered. The deeper it penetrated, the louder she groaned and whimpered.

“Noooooo…! Please!…” she shrieked, her head flying up. She felt the tight ring of muscles give way before the pressure. The huge head popping into her with a slight jerk. The pain was excruciating. She felt dizzy and for a second she saw stars, as she twisted, screamed, and struggled to get away from him. But it only caused him to fuck his fat penis even deeper into her helpless rectum.

“Please….It hurts,…I’m too small….You’re too big!.” she cried, her eyes wide open in real agony now.

He ignored her, forcing inch after scorching inch up into her nauseas he hugged her hips tightly in his barbarous attack. She gasped in burning pain as his prick slid into her rectum, not stopping it’s boring entry, pulverizing her guts before it.

Melissa cringed as his snickers brought hot blasts of air to bathe her little ears. She groaned as he began to saw mercilessly into the soft depths of her ravaged anus. Never had she felt so debased….not even when she had been forced to suck their black cocks.

She felt utterly impaled by his fat, throbbing cock. She gasped and panted, groaning and then sobbing as his arm-thick, black prick forced it’s way into her asshole,and drove deep,deep,deep into her. His cockhead burrowing high up into her guts. She felt so full down there that she thought she would burst.

It hurt! Oh God, did it hurt! But Ape wasn’t worried about that. That was her problem. His cock went so deep she felt cramps in her guts. Terrible,gripping cramps from deep in her belly. She sobbed weakly, her belly aching as his balls rested firmly against her asscheeks. He groaned and slowly pulled his sausage back down her ass tunnel.

There was pain, but the cramping eased, then thankfully disappeared. Then she wailed as Ape thrust back into her. His fat fuck tool jammed down her rectum and stuffed her full, bringing screaming cramps back into her belly. He brutally butt-fucked the crying 15 year old with his 18 inch dick. Her muscles were contracting, straining as his cock began to churn inside her still super-tight asshole. Ramming in with greater speed and power. The others called out encouragement as Ape went faster, and faster, his thick fuck meat pummelling her guts as he slammed his thighs into her as cheeks.

Melissa gritted her teeth against the pain as she was impaled on the long, evil length of his enormous fuck spike. Ape’s hands came down on her back, raising his upper torso off her, but shoving her face and her little tits into the mattress, as he ran the entire length of his prong in and out of her anus striking ….something,…high up inside her and then going through, causing her asshole to bleed and the young girl to scream out loud.

He thrust repeatledly,using long, deep strokes that rammed his cockknob deep into her guts. He was plowing into her intestines,ramming through her bowels and guts until she could feel the hard head punching up against her stomach. Her cries slowed,turned to grunts with each impact and low whimpers. He dropped his weight back down on her,crushing her completely beneath his heavy weight His teeth bit at her throat as he ground his hips into her soft, round buttocks. His cock slid back and forth,back and forth,as Ape humped into her tender asspipe.

She winced as his cock began to skewer her with furious, driving thrusts. With unending thrusts, he battered into her quivering ass. His semen filled balls slapped against the soft flesh beneath the rectum he fucked close to bursting. His cock plunged in and out of her intestines, a ravaging sword of destruction that crammed itself up to the hilt of her bowels, again and again. clutching her hips, he slammed himself forward,straining,his hard pushing body actually flattening her buttocks to make certain that she was unbudgeted to the hilt, pierced to the very extent of his ability to cram it into her.

Hopelessly impaled, she cried and wriggled like a hooked fish beneath the hard, driving power of his body. Her nails dug into the mattress, as with uncaring brutality he slammed and pumped into her behind.

He shoved forward with a lunge that almost ripped the walls of her quivering belly and she screamed as she felt him erupt inside her. Hot gushes of thick, white cream shot deep into the cringing depths of her rectum, searing her raw and ravaged bowels. He shot his sperm far up into the hollow of her burning ass. Cramming it deep into the warm depths of her bowels. Her bottom quivered,wincing,contracting spasmodically around his throbbing truncheon, receiving helplessly, the warm, sticky contents of his testicles.

It was over. He had filled her butt with his foul semen. She sobbed uncontrollably as the finality of it all hit her. He sagged, leaning slowly back to allow his spent penis to withdraw. It was so long, it seemed to take forever as it slithered out of her rectum, drawing the flesh within with it. A wet, sucking sound sluiced the air as it slipped out from between the mounds of her buttocks. Driplets of Ape’s sperm emerged from the ravaged hole, dripping down over her vaginal lips.

The brutal rapes had left her battered and bloodied. Their combined pools of semen lay inside her, her asshole burned with the deposit of hot cum in it, and she could still taste the foul jism that had filled her mouth. Her hips, buttocks and tits were bruised. Her breasts, especially from the gouging fingers of the rapists.

The five blacks began putting their clothes back on, leaving the whimpering 15 year old blonde lying on the mattress. Joe walked over to her and nudged her in the pussy with the toe of his shoe.

“Hey little girl, you a woman now.” he laughed, “Who knows? What with all the black seed we done pumped into your belly, you might have a black baby!”

Melissa hadn’t even thought of that. None of the brutes had used any protection. Her womb was awash with black sperm. Another reason to cause the tiny teen to burst into a series of wracking sobs.

“Hey,hey,” Claude said, lifting her head up by the chin, “We’re letting you live. Be grateful for that.”

With that, the black thugs left, leaving the little girl to her misery and her pain.

Melissa knew her life would never be the same and for several minutes, all that could be heard was her weeping.

John was a bit older than me. About seven years older, but he’s the one who came on to me. I had nice big breasts and a wonderful round ass. A lot of guys tell me that I have beautiful long flowing blond hair. He first saw me at one of my high school volleyball games, where my ass was on display since I was wearing spandex. He came up to me after the game, and we started going out.

I’ve spent a few nights at his house. Not to do homework of course. I spent about at least one night a week at his house “studying” and I started liking it. So I thought that this move was okay.

I knocked on his apartment door with bags in hand. I told him that I moved out and I wanted to stay with him. He responded by scooping me into his arms effortlessly and taking me into his room to be ravaged sexually.

By the time I woke up, John was at work. He gave me a call at noon.

“Bridget, hon. Call up a friend of yours and tell her to come over at one.”

I asked why. “Well, I’m having a little get together, so I thought you’d like to have a friend over.”

I decided to call Chrystine. She had looks that matched mine. She was tall, about 5′11 with beautiful, long legs to go with her round booty. Her blue eyes and short brownish blond hair were often overlooked by here perfect, melon sized D cup breasts. She stretched out every shirt she wore. Every guy wanted her.

“Chrystine.”

“Who is this?”

“It’s me Bridget.”

“Are you alright? Why don’t you come back.”

“Don’t worry, Iґm fine. Come over to John’s place and we’ll talk. He’s having a little party.” I gave her the address.

It was about 12:50 when Chrystine arrived. It was so good to see my best friend here. I need to talk to someone and she was the one. We just kept talking about life, stress, and other stuff. Around 1:15, the door opened. John and three of his friends came in, Jack, Larry, and Biff.

John spoke up, “Alright guys she’s all yours.”

John then grabbed me, took a seat on the couch, and sat me on his lap. His friends grabbed Chrystine’s arms and threw her on the floor. Jack, knelt in front of Chrystine, and then Larry pulled her up so her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Chrystine’s joined wrists and he easily held them against her neck.

She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack’s legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. His hand reached up Chrystine’s skirt and pulled out her panties and nylons. He then lifted her skirt around her waist and

I watched in horror as he pressed his cock against Chrystine’s cunt hole.

He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in and out. His erection moved in and out of Chrystine’s crotch hole with a harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly as he humped against her.

I couldn’t see Chrystine’s face, because it was between Jack’s legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any kind of weakness to them.

John laughed as he watched Larry riding Chrystine.

“You like that baby?” Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed body against her. “You like having a cock up your cunt hole?”

“Give it to her Larry!” John urged.

His hands rubbing my stomach and clit. It was making me wet. I was worried about Chrystine, but I wanted some cock too. Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.

“I love you, Bridget. Your friend looks great with a cock in her,” he laughed.

I heard a scream from Chrystine and jerked my head to the side.

Larry had finished with her. The other guy, Jack had thrown her down on the carpet on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands were in her hair, shoving her face into the carpet as Larry stood next to them and laughed.

Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking her in the asshole!

Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my best friend’s anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them. One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.

My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.

He wasn’t being gentle about it either. He was hammering his prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out her bottom as Chrystine sobbed and shook beneath him. A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and down Chrystine’s asshole. The speed of the slapping was getting faster and faster till Jack drove it far up into her and held it there as his body stiffened and came.

Biff was a real nasty bastard, and he wasn’t letting up any on account of Chrystine being tired and submissive. He had a good sized prick, and it was rock hard. He was slamming it into Chrystine’s asshole with a brutality that must have hurt her. From the look on his face, a kind of arrogant, cruel meanness, he was hoping he was. He had his big hands almost completely around Chrystine’s waist as he pounded his loins against her shapely round buttocks.

I could see them being mashed and flattened with each tremendous crashing lung of his broad powerful hips against her. His round cock slammed down her rectum with furious speed and force, driving balls deep into her gut on each down stroke.

Only his hold on her waist kept his strokes from throwing her forward into the carpet. His belly and hips cracked against her with a resounding slap and thump as his purple headed prick plunged up and down her hole.

He knew that the hardest part for her was getting her asshole open around his cockhead, so he kept pulling his prick completely out of her. He’d rub it against her ass cheeks for a few seconds, then poise it at the entrance to her rectum and lunge forward, spearing the poor girl with awesome force.

I was sure he was going to kill her if he kept it up, and from the look on Chrystine’s face, she did too. Biff slammed fully into her and held it there. His hands slid over her belly, jerking her back up against him. He groaned over her shoulder as he pressed his hands into her tits, and his cock blew it’s wad up inside her. He pulled Chrystine out, and threw her on the couch. She just lied there, lifeless.

“Hey John! Why don’t you get a turn on this bitch.”

“I got my own bitch.”

“You know it isґt fun when everyone don’t get some!”

“Alright, hold my Bridget while I fuck Chrystine.”

He took off his pants and his dick was erect. It was twice as long as I remembered it. Chrystine was scared shitless when she saw his cock.

“Like it baby?” He layed on the coffee table and his cock was pointing to the sky.

“Ride it Chrystine.” Jack grabbed her off the couch and put her cunt right on top of John’s dick.

It was kind of amazing to watch her kneeling there, legs apart, and see that humongous prick standing up straight from the John’s crotch. You could see just how far up inside her that thing was going to have to go for his balls to be hugged by her buttocks.

John grabbed his cock in both hands and placed it right against her cunt hole. She got off and tried to run for the door, but Biff grabbed her. He held her by her arms and looked her dead in the eyes, “If you don’t John the best fucking of his life, your friend over there is going to be sucking cock for three days straight.” All Chrystine could do is nod. She got back in her position over John. The she closed her eyes slightly, then she spread her legs a little further apart, dropping her body an inch lower.

We could all see her cunt mound mashed and flattened against that fat hunk of meat. It seemed far too thick to go inside her slit. They puched her down further and harder down harder, and his cock spread her pussy lips apart, trying to force its way into her.

She clenched her jaw, and lowered further, and her cuntlips spread and spread around that massive rounded pole. Then she grunted slightly as the prong pushed through her cuntlips and the cock sank up into her cuntal tube. She swallowed again several times, and I could see the beads of sweat standing out on her forehead from the ache in her pussy. She bagan to scream, but it was no use. It was 2:00 and everyone was at work.

John was just lying on his back, hands behind his head, watching her with a grin.

Biff and Larry told her to slide her legs further apart, dropping her body down another half inch, then another, then another. I could see that it was pure torture for her, like being in childbirth only in reverse. Inch by inch, that monstrously thick cock moved up into her groaning fuck tube.

She had about five inches in her by now, and each additional inch made her breathing quicken, and her skin flush. Larry put her hand on her shoulders and pushed her lower and then lower, bringing another four inches into her belly. Her face was red and flushed, her whole body sweating with exertion. She grabbed John’s chest.

Her buttocks were just touching his thighs now, and we all knew there must still be another inch to go. Chrystine looked exhausted, and she hadn’t even started to really fuck yet. She slowy began to rise up, letting some of that painful prong out of her pussy tunnel. John would have none of that though. He grabbed her hips and jammed her down fully onto his fuck meat. Surprisingly, she didn’t even yell. The pain was just too much.

John held his hands firmly around her waist, preventing her from rising, making her cunt hold the whole massive prong. He held her there for a full minute, while we all waited to see if she’d faint. Her eyes fluttered.

“I want her awake to feel all of this.” Larry threw some water on her and she was back in the real world.

“Let’s go pussy. Shake your little ass.” he ordered then. She wouldn’t. “I’ll be happy to keep my cock in you pussy. The sooner I get off, the sooner the pole is out of your pussy.”

Chrystine put her hands flat on his broad muscular chest, and weakly pushed herself upward. I could see the relief on her face as inch after inch of red cock slid out of her crotch.

She went a foot up, till the cockhead pressed against her pussylips from behind. She hung there a second, reluctant to drop back, but Jack pushed her down forcefully. Just a small little yelp. She was back down, sliding down onto that bloated prong, taking the entire thing up into her belly till her ass cheeks flattened against his thighs again.

John flattened his hand on her lower belly and pressed inward, rubbing around in circles. I wondered if he were trying to feel his cock in there. These guys were so horny, they didn’t even bother to undress her. His hands lifted her skirt up, fondled and squeezed her buttocks. Then they slid up her white blouse and he slowly unbuttoned it. John was in no hurry to start. Chrystine was so she tried helping John unbutton her blouse.

“Boy, are you anxious for the cock? Or do you just want to get it over, ” he remarked.

He then unhooked her bra from the front and started to cup her breasts. Jack put his hands on her waist and moved her up and down.

“I love seeing the pain in your face, Chrystine. You should come her more often. Us four can become great friends.” He snickered.

“Start fucking.” She started rising and falling , then with more speed. Her cunt was sucking that long fat cock into it more easily as it adapted to the size. Chrystine’s flushed face was turning a strange shade of white. Her eyes were alternately wide open or tightly slitted, as she rose and fell on that long pole.

She humped down against him, slapping her buttocks against his legs in short, quick little jerks as she slid through an orgasm.

“Did you come for me?” She nodded. “You liked that.” She just glared into his eyes.

“I think I have a new bitch.”

When she recovered she was forced to plunge her hot box up and down the pole again, really sliding her chute over it now as her heightened sexual tension enveloped her body. She came again, dropping straight down from the top of her stroke, letting her body simply fall down onto that cock as she cried out in orgiastic passion.

John grabbed her and pulled her belly down against his, locking his lips on hers as his hands held her buttock and he rutted up into her. Chrystine’s legs spread straight out behind her and they flopped and bounced ineffectually as John humped himself up at her.

Her tits were rubbing against his chest as she humped back at him. Then her eyes opened wide in surprise and gasped and grunted, wiggling herself on his prong. John closed his eyes and his hands on her ass held her tightly against him. He blew up a large wad inside her. Chrystine reached her climax again and then passed out. She laid lifelessly on his chest, with the cock still in her pussy.

The three guys lifted her off John and tried to put her clothes back on. John gave me the clean up job: cleaning his cock clean. I was afraid of John now. I wanted to leave. My parents were right. After I was done, Larry, Jack, and Biff, took Chrystine to their car. All I can guess is that they were going to have more fun with her or sell her off. John now keeps the doors looked and cuts off all communication to the outside. I’m trapped. There’s nothing I can do but do what John says.

This is nature and women want it, so rape is no crime, animals do it
this way and so the bitches should stop complaining, because they LOVE
IT !

We have to look at rape from another perspective. Firstly we humans
and non-humans are all part of nature. We are genetically engineered
by nature to be what we are!

Now, no human on earth is known to have created the elements of land,
sea, air, fire and sky. Some say God created them, but I don’t know!
The point is since we did not create them then by what reasons humans
claim Earth to be the property of Humans. What price did humans pay to
own air, sea, land, fire and sky? What right have humans have to steal
from Earth?

Yes, we humans ‘own’ Earth by means of stealing from Earth. Some
idiots may claim that since we are born on Earth then Earth belongs to
us. But those idiots are not the only ones that are born on Earth!
There are so many species on Earth and humans are technically a
minority on Earth! Since humans are born on Earth then humans belong
to Earth and not Earth belong to humans.

So, for all needs humans steal from Earth. Now the question is who owns
what by what right since Earth is known to have never sold anything
that is Earthly to anybody.

By what right do the gold, diamond, oil and etc belong to the person
who digs them up from Earth? None! Technically all humans steal from
Earth. So how is it wrong to steal gold from someone who stole it from
Earth? How wrong is it to steal food from someone who stole it from
Earth? How wrong is it to kill someone that kills other lives to
live? How wrong is it to molest and rape those that molest or torture
or rape or exploit or restrict other lives?

Yes, women are violent entities of nature. Have you seen a women
owning a dog or any other animal and touching it whenever she wishes?
By ‘owning’ the animal women are practicing slavery! By touching
the animal women are practicing molestation. Bt killing and eating
animals and plants and other life forms women exist at the top of the
food chain that could only prolong the lives of predators by ending the
lives of inferior life forms.

So when females are molested or raped, though I do not support those
actions, I philosophically cannot bring myself to condemn those actions
by calling them wrong.

What is wrong in committing violence against violent entities? Even a
young child could only prolong one’s life by ending the life of
another organism, if not daily then at least once every few days!

So the acts of calling rape as horrible and terrible are just
hypocritical emotional impulses that are used as means of violent
entities to go towards getting what they want!: more violence!

Women as violent entities of nature should realise that what goes
around must come around!

Till now I have not seen any intelligent report or discussion to go to
show why rape is wrong!

Naturally female organisms choose the males they want to mate and
procreate with. The males depending on the species have their own ways
of competing for the attention of the females. Males and females are
naturally engineered to attract each other even without doing anything
consciously. The genes had developed males and females to naturally
biologically attract each other. Even when females consciously choose
to ignore males their bodies are still sending bodily and other signals
to the opposite sex to mate and procreate! So it is not fair to ask
the males to restraint themselves when females not only send
unconscious bodily and other signals to attract and mate but also
consciously dress and conduct themselves in attractive, seductive or
sexually provocative ways.

How to blame when nature takes its course! Females often claim that
rape is about power and the right to violent sex. Unfortunate what
they fail to realise is that rape is about the right of nature and
evolution. Men always want to mate and are always finding ways to mate
at least unconsciously if not consciously. Is it about power?
Definitely not! Power is the tool that is used as the means to the end
of procreation via sex. It is not about power but about creation. Even
without wanting it males and females are genetically engineered to
attain procreation.

Yes, women complain that men want to rape to humiliate women. But
however what they fail to realise is that men are finding all kinds of
stupid reasons to have sex or rape.
Example:
1. She stared at me, so lets rape her.
2. She ignored my advances, so lets rape her.
3. She smiled at me, she likes me so she wants to have sex with me.
4. She embarrassed me, so lets rape her.
5. She made me look bad, so lets rape her.
6. She drinks beer, so lets rape her.
7. She wears short skirts, so lets rape her.
8. She wears pants, let show her what is a real man, so lets rape her.
9. She cheated on me, so lets rape her.
10. She does not belong to this religion or race, so lets rape her.
11. She borrowed money from me, so lets rape her.
12. Her father or mother had harmed me, so lets rape her.
13. Her cleavage and nipples are too visible, so lets rape her.
14. She is alone, so lets rape her.
15. She is unconscious, so lets rape her.
16. Her body language is attracting me, so lets rape her.
17. She consumes drugs, so lets rape her.
18. We have conquered them so lets rape them.
And etc…

Men have found so many reasons to rape and women had interpreted them
as issues of power. But however these reasons are just stupid excuses
and stupid means to achieve the end of procreation via consensual or
non-consensual sex. Men want sex and power is only the tool and not
the reason!

Since humanity is based on violence and since women survive via the
execution of violence then what right do any one to seek to punish a
rapist?

To punish a rapist is equivalent to having a tiger preside over a court
that was created to trial a wolf that had killed a goat for
consumption. What right has one violent entity to punish another?

In nature there is such thing called natural selection. Women choose
the men they want to mate with and reject the others via natural
selection using various known and unknown factors and reasons. But the
main reason is survival and improvement of the genes via procreation
and evolution. Likewise men too choose and reject the women! But at
the end of the day there would be many men out there that are rejected
by today’s women using natural selection. Though nature had allowed
the females to choose the best mate to procreate with, it had not
abandoned the rejected males. Though these rejected males are having
genetical natural electro-biological-chemical urges to have sex for the
purpose of procreation they have no natural willing mates to procreate
with and so nature embrace them empowers them with rape! Yes, men
naturally rape women to procreate even against the wishes of the
females for the sole purpose of advancing evolution via procreation!

RAPE IS NATURAL! It does not only happen in humanity but also in other
species.

Another human ‘morality’ that affects evolution is the banning of
incest! I never understood on why incest is made illegal. Some people
gave reasons that incest creates unhealthy babies. Fine, but why ban
the sex when people could always have safe sex? Perhaps may be incest
creates the genetical disorders and weaknesses that are vital for
evolution to mutate the human genes and leap it further up the
evolutionary charts!

May be banning incest have slowed if not stopped human evolution
significantly!

Cindy knows I love this black mini skirt she hasn’t worn in a long time its very form fitting it ends about three inches up from her knee, it is very classy but also very sexy when she puts on these matching black pumps she looks great!

We go to dinner have a couple of drinks and split a bottle wine we both are starting to feel real good I rub her gorgeous legs under the table…… I can tell its going to be a fun evening we get into the car and on the ride over to the club I run my hand up her milky smooth legs start to rub her pussy from outside of her panties. She is really getting turned on I slip my finger into her and think to myself man, she is so nice and tight Cindy has only been with me. Even in college she never slept around.

We get to the club its very busy and loud, you can’t hear the person next to you. We check our coats in and right away all kind of guys are checking her out. I always loved that it made her feel sexy and I felt very proud to have such a babe for a wife. We have some b52 shots and dance, we where getting very drunk and having a great time. It was about then an old friend of my, Eric from the party days showed up with a couple of friends. They sat with us and we all had some drinks I could see they where all really checking Cindy out and she loved it really playing up to there attention.

Eric said he was having a little party at his house it should be fun we said we would drop by on our way home they left, we danced for a while more…….I asked Cindy if it made her horny all those guys checking her out she said even Eric tried to look up her skirt when she sat there she said when she crossed her legs once she opened her legs a little and gave him a little show she said his eyes almost popped out.

We got to his house and it was just him and his 3 friends they had been smoking pot and doing vodka shots. He made us a drink everything was going fine until one of his friends Tom tried to kiss Cindy when I was in the other room. He grabbed her and started to kiss her she pulled back and slapped him. I came running in just when he back handed her across the face and she fell two guys grabbed me and put hand cuffs on me and slammed me onto the couch.

I said what the hell is going on and Tom the big guy said we are going to fuck you little wife. With that they stood her up she was still dazed from the backhanded unzipped her dress it fell to the floor I couldn’t believe my eyes there was my little wife just in her little panties being groped by these 4 guys.

Man she is so hot nice tits bitch the one in front of her started sucking on her tits and kissing her neck one behind her pulled off her panties and said guys check out this ass its perfect then he was rubbing her ass she was crying and pleading please don’t do this Erie make them stop …. my friend ?

Eric had already taken off his pants and said hold her down on the floor I always wanted to fuck this cunt. They laid her on the floor and held her arms, Eric got in between her legs spit on his fingers and rubbed her pussy then he put his cock in the entrance and said this is for teasing me at the club and pushed it all the way in Cindy screamed.

Eric said wow she is fucking tight man as he looked over at me as he was fucking her his buddies where cheating him on.

“Fuck the little bitch make her scream make those tits shake ”

He was pumping getting close he said you’re just to tight bitch and came Cindy beg no just when she felt him pumping in her he finished then getup as he was rubbing his cock he said ” Always wanted that.

Get her on her knees was the next thing I heard from the big guy Tom, the other two grabbed her bent her over a hassic and held her down. Tom pulled his pants down I couldn’t believe my eyes he had a huge cock 9 + inches he looked at me she is going to love this man.

He pushed it in her well fucked pussy pushing a little at a time she was moaning stretching screaming begging to stop he was in shear pleasure, he only had half his cock in her letting her get used to it then he really started driving her he said ” Ok brace yourself bitch her we go and pushed it the rest of the way in she let out a curdling scream he laughed and said “Hey guys I think I have found some unfucked pussy, you have on nice cunt bitch he was fucking her and slapping her ass treating her like some kind of animal he picked up his pace groaning ya,ya,ya, as he was unloading in her then he got up and said ” bitch you where the tightest fuck I ever had…….. Cindy just cried Bob your up.

Is all I heard I said leave her alone Eric just said shut up man if she is good to us we might let you go.

Returning the towel to the rack, Connie stood naked while she combed out her still damp hair and reached for the blow dryer. Using the medium heat setting, she began drying the thick, silky hair that fell well below her shoulders. As her hair dried, the blow dryer fluffed out the hair and created a frame for her pretty, heart shaped face.

Finished with her hair, Connie applied eyeliner to accent her deep blue, almost violet, eyes. Her eyelashes were long and thick, so she had no need of mascara. She completed her makeup by applying a pale red lipstick to her full, luscious lips.

Connie padded down the hall of the apartment to her bedroom. She removed a pair of white satin panties from the top left drawer of her bureau and stepped into them. Next, she put on a matching white satin garter belt, which was cooler and more comfortable than pantyhose in hot weather. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Connie slipped one of the nylons over her right foot and slowly pulled it up over her thigh, smoothing it as she went. After clipping the garters to the top of the stocking, she repeated the process with the left leg.

Connie walked to the closet and selected a white sundress with spaghetti straps and slipped it over her head. Again reaching into her closet, she picked up a pair of white high heeled sandals and carried them to the bed, where she sat down. Slipping the sandals onto her feet, she buckled the straps around her trim ankles.

Connie checked her reflection in the mirror and decided she was pleased with the results. The golden blond hair and tanned skin accented by the white dress, the long legs made even shapelier by the high heels, the beautiful figure that protruded in all the right places. Yeah, Connie was pleased with the way she looked on this beautiful summer evening.

Connie was looking forward to tonight. It had been a stressful week at work and she needed to relax. Rick, her husband, was out of town on business, so Connie had arranged to go out with three of the girls from work. They planned to meet in the Flats, the old warehouse district of Cleveland that had found new life as an entertainment Mecca of restaurants and night clubs. The plan was to meet and have dinner at the Watercourse, an upscale seafood restaurant on the east bank of the Cuyahoga River. After dinner, they would walk over to Sandy’s, where they could listen to jazz on the outdoor patio overlooking the river and sip a cocktail or two. Just a quiet, relaxing night.

Picking up her small white purse from the end table, Connie left the apartment and carefully locked the door behind her. Taking the elevator to the ground floor, she crossed the parking lot to the two year old Ford Taurus that she was still making payments on. Unlocking the door, Connie slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. Exiting the parking lot, she turned right on State road and headed for the freeway. She took 480 East to 77 North, which took her right into downtown Cleveland. Exiting from 77, Connie followed East Ninth to Superior Avenue, where she turned left. Just before the Detroit-Superior bridge, Connie bore right, over the hill and down to Old River Road, the heart of the Flats.

Friday night was normally crowded in the Flats, but tonight was worse than usual. There had been both a baseball game and a country western concert in downtown that afternoon, and many of the spectators from those events added their numbers to the normal crowds of partiers. Connie was forced to drive to the far end of the Flats and turn east on Front Avenue before finding a place to park. Although the lot she found was dark and outside of the main area of the Flats, it was still crowded with parked cars. The space Connie finally found was back in the rear of the lot, out of sight of both the street and the lot attendants booth.

Connie opened the car door and swung her feet out to the pavement. She locked and closed the door of the Taurus and took a moment to check her purse. As she turned, two forms leaped out of the darkness and drove Connie against the side of her car, knocking the wind out of her. One of the assailants grabbed her left arm and clamped a hand over her mouth, while the other grabbed her right arm and pressed a knife to her throat.

” One sound, bitch, just one sound and I’ll cut your fucking throat from ear to ear. You understand?”

Connie stood frozen in terror, her eyes bulging in their sockets.

” I said YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Connie nodded her head and the hand covering her mouth was removed.

” You do what you’re told, you may just get out of this alive. No screaming. That’s the first rule.”

” Please,” Connie nearly whispered ” don’t hurt me. My money’s in my purse. Credit cards, too. Take it. Take it and go. I won’t scream. Please, just take it and go.”

” Hold her, Bill.” the one with the knife said. Bill took both of Connie’s wrists and twisted her arms behind her back. Leaning down, the other one picked up Connie’s purse from where she had dropped it and began checking the contents.

” How much is there, Vern?” the one named Bill asked.

” VISA, MasterCard and over two hundred bucks. Not bad.”

” You’ll let me go now? Please?” Connie begged.

” Not quite yet, sweetheart. There’s something else you have that we’re interested in.”

Connie sucked in her breath as Vern reached under the hem of her sun dress and grabbed her crotch. She tried forcing her thighs together and twisting her body to get away, but the offending hand kept squeezing her crotch.

” Oh, no! Oh please no! You can’t!” Connie whimpered.

” We can do any damned thing we want, bitch!” Vern growled as he held the knife in Connie’s face.

” Listen up,” Bill whispered in Connie’s ear ” We’re going to party with you. You co-operate, you walk away after. You don’t co-operate, you die. We still party, only the ending changes. The choice is yours.”

Connie felt the sickening twisting of fear in the pit of her stomach. She felt the horror of what was about to happen. There was nothing she could do and she knew it. She could only try to survive.

Connie closed her eyes as Vern reached up with the knife and slowly cut the two thin straps that held up Connie’s dress. Vern slid the dress down, exposing her bare breasts, and let it drop to the ground around Connie’s feet.

” Nice. Real nice.” he said.

” Please stop. Please.” Connie moaned as Vern leaned over and began sucking on her nipple. His hand went to her crotch, his fingers working their way under the material of her panties. Slowly he pulled the panties down from under the garter belt.

” Let’s get everything out in the open.” Vern grinned as he used the knife to slice both sides of Connie’s panties. He dropped the now useless piece of satin on top of the dress laying on the ground. Connie stood in front of Vern wearing only her garter belt, nylons and high heels. Her entire body trembled with fear.

” Please let me go. Please don’t do this. Oh God, don’t hurt me.” Connie sniffed through the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Bill was now holding Connie’s arms behind her with one hand, his other rubbing across her stomach and up to her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. Vern moved in close, pinning Connie between Bill and himself while his hand moved between her legs.

” Nnnuuuuhhhh” Connie moaned as Vern forced a finger up inside her. ” Stop. Please stop. Aaahh …ohh please.”

Bill continued squeezing Connie’s breasts while Vern licked her neck and finger fucked her. Connie was moaning and crying as the two men continued abusing her. Vern forced a second finger up inside her and continued the abuse. The constant pumping of Vern’s fingers inside her began causing Connie’s body to react. Her vagina began lubricating itself as nature intended.

” I’ll be damned! The bitch is getting wet!” Vern laughed, causing Connie to blush bright red with shame.

” Shit!” said Bill, ” She must really want it bad. Let’s get her back to the van!”

Vern straightened up and took his hand away from Connie’s vagina. ” Okay. We’re going to walk back to our van. Try to scream, try to run, you’ll regret it. Understand?”

Bill and Vern each took one of Connie’s arms and began walking the nearly naked young woman across the parking lot. Someone would have to see them, Connie thought. Anybody who saw the way she was dressed would know what was happening. Someone would see them and call for help. The click-click of her high heels on the concrete had never sounded so lonely to Connie before.

” Please, leave me alone! Don’t do this to me! Oh God, please don’t!” Connie begged as they led her farther back into the dark parking lot.

Connie couldn’t believe that this was really happening to her. She had never been sexually promiscuous. She had only slept with one man before marrying her husband, and even that had been during a long term relationship. The thought of having two men taking turns using her body was both terrifying and sickening to Connie. She felt the knot of cold fear in the pit of her stomach grow as they approached the rear of a battered old Chevy van. Not both of them, she thought. Oh dear God not both of them!

As they reached van, the rear doors were thrown open without Bill or Vern touching them, confusing Connie for an instant. How had the doors opened on their own? That was when her fear turned to stark terror. There were three more men in the back of the van!

” OH DEAR GOD NO! EEeemmuumphh…..mmuunnhhh.” Connie tried to scream, but Bill was ready and clamped his hand over her mouth.

Connie was fighting now, struggling to try and break free, but her efforts were useless. The men were too strong and there were too many of them. Bill and Vern each had one of her arms twisted behind her back. Eddy, jumping down from the van to help, grabbed Connie’s ankles and lifted her feet from the ground. She tried kicking, but Eddy had his arm wrapped around both of her ankles, pinning them together and immobilizing her legs. Connie continued struggling in vain.

” Come on, come on! Hand her up!” Carl instructed.

As the three men on the ground lifted Connie towards the rear of the van, Carl grabbed her under the arms while Dave grabbed her legs. They hauled her into the van and threw her roughly to the floor as Bill, Vern and Eddy climbed into the van and closed the doors.

Connie rolled to a sitting position and began scuttling backwards across the floor, trying to get as far away from the five men as possible. She ran out of room when she moved into the corner formed by the side wall of the van and the back of the drivers seat. Her attackers were in a half circle around her, staring at her nearly nude body like a group of starving wolves eyeing a helpless lamb. Connie shook her head from side to side, looking from man to man through her tears.

” Please, please let me go! Oh God you can’t do this! You can’t! P-please!” Connie begged.

Carl looked towards the front of the van. ” Okay, Mark. Let’s go!”

Connie’s eyes grew large as she snapped her head around to see another man behind the wheel of the van and yet another in the passenger seat. Seven! There were SEVEN of them!

Suddenly, as the van began moving, they were all over her. Hands were grabbing and squeezing every part of her body. Pulling her head back by the hair, one of them clamped his mouth to Connie’s, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Two others were sucking and chewing on both of her breasts. She felt a fourth move between her legs, licking her vagina and sucking on her clitoris while he shoved a finger up her ass. Both of her nylon clad legs were being held in the air while the final two were kissing and nibbling on her calves and thighs. Only Mark, who was driving the van, was not involved in mauling Connie.

” Stop it!” she yelled when she finally broke her mouth free. ” Please stop it! Leave me alone!”

Connie felt hands grabbing her legs and arms, dragging her out onto the floor of the van. She tried to fight, but it was hopeless. Four men were holding her down, her arms over her head and her legs spread eagle. Rick had occasionally asked her to wear a garter belt with nylons and high heels while they made love, but she had never done it for him. Now, she thought, she was going to do it for these seven strangers!

” Let me go! Don’t! You don’t have the right to do this! LET ME GO!” Connie pleaded as Carl knelt between her legs and began undoing his trousers.

” Don’t worry, honey. We’re going to take real good care of you. You’re going to love this.”

” No! Oh no! Please don’t hurt me! No! Get OFF of me!” Connie begged as Carl lowered his weight on top of her, kissing and liking her neck as he guided his penis to her vagina. Connie shifted her hips back and forth, trying to keep him from entering her, as she tried breaking her legs loose from the hands that gripped her ankles.

” Oh God no!” Connie’s panic grew as she felt Carl beginning to penetrate her. ” Get out of me! Leave me alone. No! Oh no!”

Carl continued pumping into Connie, penetrating her deeper with each thrust. The others were laughing and joking, yelling encouragement to Carl as he brutally raped the helpless young woman.

” N-n-no! P-please …uuhhh… stop! Please get ..uuhhh.. o-out of me! Oh no! Aaahhh! Oh God please help me! Oh…oh…ooohhhaaaAAAAAHHHNOOOO!” Connie screamed as Carl finally forced the full length of his penis deep inside her.

Carl had his full weight on Connie, crushing her against the cold metal floor as he drove himself into her over and over again. Connie was crying hysterically, tears running down both sides of her face as she continued trying to break away from the hands that held her down.

” Uuhhh …uuhhh… oh no ..uuhhh.. no p-please …oohhh… p-please st-stop … it hur-hurts” Connie begged as Carl continued pounding brutally into her.

” Fuck her good, Carl!” ” Tear her open, man!” ” Make her come, dude, make her come!” Connie heard the others laughing and joking, adding to her shame at what was happening. Not only was she being raped, she was being viewed as a floor show, a live porno show for the amusement of these vicious men.

Carl’s pace increased as his breathing got heavier. He began groaning in pleasure. Connie could feel his penis swelling even larger inside of her. She began feeling nauseous as she realized that he was getting ready to come inside of her!

” Oh no! Don’t Please don’t! Please get OUT of me! No!! NO!! OHHHHNOOOOOOOO!!!” Connie screamed as she felt Carl begin to shoot wave after wave of hot come deep inside her body. She could feel it coating her insides as Carl continued grunting and sweating on top of her, driving into her with the ferocity of a wild animal. Finally, as his penis quit twitching and throbbing inside of her, Carl collapsed on top of Connie and lay still while she continued sobbing.

After a minute, Carl lifted himself off of Connie, withdrawing his softening penis from her as he did. Connie could feel his come leaking out of her body and onto the floor of the van.

” Okay, boys. You all know the line up.” Carl grinned. They had cut cards to see who would be first, second and so on before they had gone hunting tonight.

” You’re in for a treat, sweetmeat.” Bill grinned at Connie as he moved into position between her legs. Connie’s eyes bulged in her head as Bill pulled out his penis. It was HUGE! Connie would never have believed that anyone could have a penis that big.

” We don’t call him ‘mule dick’ for nothing.” chuckled Carl.

” Rip her good!” Vern laughed.

” Oh dear God NO!” Connie’s voice trembled with fear as she spoke. ” Oh please NO! You CAN’T! PLEASE DON’T!”

Bill chuckled as he began lowering himself onto Connie. ” You’ll love it, babe. You’ll never want to go back to no little dicked mother fucker after you get this!”

Connie’s terror increased as she felt Bill place his massive organ against the entrance to her vagina and begin to push. Even though she was wet from Carl’s come and her own bodily fluids after the first rape, Bill was so huge that he could not easily enter her. She felt as if she were being torn apart as the head of Bill’s penis began forcing it’s way into her.

” UUUHHHOOOO!! N-NO! OH GOD P-PLEASE STO-OP! OOHHHAAA! IT HU-HURTS! NNUUHH…NNUUUHH…OH NO!” Connie was snapping her head from side to side, twisting her body in a futile attempt to get away from Bill. Her eyes were shut tightly, her teeth clamped together in pain as Bill forced his massive dick deeper into her.

She could hear the others laughing at her agony, encouraging Bill to drive his massive dick into her trembling body. Laughing at her. Laughing at her shame and her pain.

Bill groaned as he drove into Connie with increasing force. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he would pull her down onto his dick as he forced himself upwards into her. More and more of his huge member disappeared into Connie with each vicious thrust.

” NNNAAAHHH!! NNNAAAHHH!!! N-NO! UUHHH…UUHHH … P-PLEASE STO-OP! NNOOO! P-PLEASE NNOOO! UUHHH…UUHHH…UUHHH…OH GOD! UUHHH…UUHHH OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GODNNNNOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!” Connie’s head snapped back and her back arched as she screamed in pain as Bill finally drove his monstrous member completely into her. Never had she imagined that such pain could exist. Connie was sure that she would not survive being raped by this ungodly huge cock.

Connie’s body was twitching and trembling as Bill continued his assault on her. He was repeatedly pulling almost all the way out of her, only to drive himself back into her with vicious force. Each time he drove into her, Connie’s body would jump, every muscle snapping tense with the intense pain of the brutal rape.

” OH JESUS!! OH JESUS CHRIST!! PLEASE N-NO M-MORE!! P-PLEASE STO-OP! I CA-AN’T T-TAKE ANYMO-ORE!! STO-OP I-IT!!” Connie screamed in agony, feeling as if her insides were being torn apart.

Bill was moaning deep in his throat as he began thrusting harder and faster into Connie’s battered body. He was rapidly approaching orgasm and his assault increased in it’s violence. With every thrust, he bottomed out in Connie, causing her body to jump in pain.

” OH GOD!! ENOUGH!! …UUHHH…UUHHH… PLEASE!! …UUHHH… ENOUGH!! Y-YOU’RE K-KILLING ME!! UUHHH…UUHHH…UUHHH… OHHH…OHHH…P-PLEASE STO-OP!!”

Bill could feel his balls tightening. Pounding faster and faster into Connie, he neared orgasm.

” OOHHH….OOHHH…P-PLEASE….P-PLEASE…..OHHHAAAAHHHHHHOOOO!!!” Connie’s body stiffened as Bill impaled her on he dick, holding it at the very limits of her depth while he repeatedly shot come deep inside her. She could feel the huge dick throbbing inside her as it dumped more and more of the thick, hot liquid into her.

” Whoa shit!” moaned Bill. ” Good one!”

” Please. Oh please, take it out” Connie whimpered as she felt Bills huge dick softening inside her. Even flaccid, the size of it caused her pain. ” Please take it out!”

Slowly, Bill withdrew the monster from Connie’s trembling body. She moaned as the head finally left her and her vagina slowly began returning to normal size.

” You’re up to bat, aren’t you Dale?” said Carl.

” Damn straight!” said Dale as he relinquished his grip on Connie’s right wrist to Carl.

” Please leave me alone.” Connie whimpered as Dale positioned himself between her legs and pulled out his rock hard penis. ” No more. Please don’t hurt me any more.”

” Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not as big as mule dick.”

Dale dropped onto Connie and clamped his mouth over hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his hands roughly squeezed her breasts. He continued kissing her as he moved his hand between them, grasping his penis and guiding it to her vagina.

” Uuuuhhhhhhhmmmmm” Connie moaned around Dale’s tongue as he easily penetrated her wet, battered vagina. Dale moved his mouth to Connie’s breast, sucking and chewing her nipple as he stoked himself in and out of her.

” Ohhh … uuhhh … uuhhh … st-stop! Ohhh … P-p-please …uuhhh … st-stop. Ohhh …. no uuhhh …. no m-more …. p-please no more…. ” Connie groaned in pain as Dale fucked her as hard as he could, still chewing roughly on her breasts.

” Let her legs go.” Dale told Dave and Eddy. ” I want them in the air.”

Dale shifted his position so he could get his arms under Connie’s knees and lift her legs, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

” Uuuuuuhhhhnnnnn.” Connie groaned as Dale drove deeply into her body. ” Oh God. Oh dear God, why me? uuhhh … uuhhh Why me? uuuuuhhhhoooooo.”

Dale shifted Connie’s legs higher so that her knees were now over his shoulders. He pushed forward and laid his weight on the back of her legs while he grabbed each side of her head with his hands. The tops of Connie’s nylon clad thighs were nearly touching her breasts, and she could see her high heeled feet bouncing over her head.

” Uuuhhhoooo … uuuhhhoooo … uuuhhhoooo … p-please …. oh please….” Connie pleaded while Dale continued driving himself deeper and deeper into her body.

” Oh man. Oh Christ does she feel good! Oh yeah! I’m going to paint your guts good, girl!” Dale moaned as he continued driving himself repeatedly into Connie’s aching body.

Carl and Vern were kneeling on the floor, pinning Connie’s wrists above her head. Dale had by now crushed Connie into such a position that her knees were on either side of her head, and her lower legs were between Carl and Vern. As Dale continued raping her, Connie felt Carl and Vern licking and chewing on the backs of her calves, their free hands rubbing and squeezing her legs.

” No more! …uuhhh … uuhhh P-please let me-e go! …uuhhh …uuhhh … oohhh… ” Connie moaned as Dale began fucking her harder and faster, driving deeper into her with every thrust. Her feet and legs were bouncing in time to Dale’s frantic pace as Carl and Vern continued chewing and licking her calves.

Connie’s moans of pain increased as Dale, approaching orgasm, drove into her with ever increasing ferocity. Harder and faster he drove into the very depths of her agonized body, pounding into her with sadistic glee. The tops of her thighs were now crushed against her breasts, her ass lifted off the floor so that Dale could drive even deeper into her.

Uuhhh … uuhhh … nnnnuuuhhhhoooo …oohhhh …. oohhhhhh ….. UUHHH … UUUHHHH … OOOHHHHH ….. OOOOHHHHHHAAAAAA … NNNUUUUHHHH …. NNNUUUUHHHH … OOOHHHH …..OOHHHHH …. OOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!”

Dale felt his balls tightening, felt the load of sperm preparing to explode from his body. He was pounding into Connie like a jackhammer, driving faster, faster, causing her to moan in pain with each vicious thrust ……

” UUHHHH …. UUHHHH …. UUHHHH … UUHHHH … UUHHHH … UUHHHH …. AAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Connie felt Dale blowing his load deep inside her. Felt wave after wave of semen flood her vagina and mix with the come from the first two rapes. Felt him coming more with each thrust into her. Then finally, mercifully, his thrusting slowed as the last of his come drained into her body, slowed and then stopped as he collapsed on top of her, crushing her legs against her chest.

Dale laid on top of Connie for a moment while he caught his breath. Then slowly, he lifted his weight from her, withdrawing his dick from her as he did so. Connie’s legs dropped to the floor as Dale released them from his grip.

Connie laid on the floor, whimpering quietly, a look of shock and defeat on her face. The repeated rapes had taken their toll. There was no fight left in Connie, and Carl could see it in her eyes.

” Let go of her wrist, Vern. She’ll be a good girl from here on out.”

Carl was right. As Dave knelt between Connie’s legs and began undoing his pants, she slowly shook her head from side to side and mumbled ” No more. Please. No more.” But Connie didn’t fight. She didn’t move. She lay still, her legs spread and her arms at her sides, while Dave climbed on top of her and slid his dick into her. A low moan escaped her throat as Dave penetrated her, but nothing more. She didn’t try to twist her head away as Dave forced his tongue into her mouth.

Dave continued raping Connie, rubbing his hands over her body as he slid his dick in and out of the depths of her body. He took her breast in his mouth, sucking on the nipple. Connie closed her eyes and lay still, moaning in pain as Dave used her like a piece of meat. That’s all she was. A piece of meat with a warm, wet hole for the deposit of sperm. She just wanted it to be over. Let them all use her. Let them all rape her. Then it would be over. Then they would let her go.

” Uuuuuhhhhhhhhooooooo.” moaned Connie as she felt Dave dump the fourth load of sperm into her battered body. Four loads. Three more to go. Oh God! Three more! Oh God, why me? What did I do to deserve this? Why me, God?

The van continued slowly cruising the streets of Cleveland, careful to obey all the traffic laws, so as not to be pulled over by the cops. Waiting at red lights, people in other cars sat mere feet from the side of the van, unaware of the brutal gang rape that was proceeding so close to them. Unaware that a young woman’s existence was being torn and shredded almost within arms length of where they sat. So close. So close. But there was no help for Connie. No rescue from her tormenters.

Bill had taken over driving the van so that Mark could take his turn raping Connie. Kneeling between her legs, Mark hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her legs. Connie didn’t fight. She didn’t try to stop Mark. She moaned as she felt Mark penetrate her, but nothing else. Mark continued kneeling between her legs, her knees over his arms, pounding into her again and again. Connie remained still, her eyes closed and her teeth clenched while Mark continued his assault on her.

” You’re being entirely too quiet, bitch. I’ll have to do something about that.” Mark said.

Connie felt Mark slip his dick out of her, felt him shift position slightly, and then a new panic gripped her as she felt his dick pressing against her asshole.

” NO!!” Connie screamed. ” NO! NOT THERE! PLEASE NOT THERE!!”

Connie tried twisting away as Mark began penetrating her ass, driving deeper into her with each thrust. She tried pulling away from him, tried pushing him away with her legs, but nothing worked. The pain was tremendous as Mark entered deeper into her bowels.

” OOOHHHHH! N-NO!! OH P-PLEASE QUIT!! OHHH!! OHHH! OHHH!” Connie cried out as Mark drove himself completely into her asshole. She could feel his balls slapping against her as he relentlessly sodomized her.

” That’s better.” Mark murmured. ” Yeah, I like to hear them cry and beg!”

” Go man, go!” ” Rip her a new asshole, bro!” ” Pack her poop chute!” the others were cheering Mark on as he viciously raped Connie’s asshole, enjoying her pain and agony.

” OH GOD STOP IT!!” Connie was screaming as she felt Mark tearing her insides with his vicious rape. ” NO MORE!! OH GOD! OHHH!! OHHH!! UUHHH!! UUHHH!! UUHHH!! OHHH!! OOOHHHHHHNNNOOOOOOOOO!!’

Mark continued driving into Connie as his dick swelled with his growing excitement. Pounding into her with all his might, he could feel the warm wetness of the blood from her torn and battered bowels.

” STOP! PLEASE STOP! OHHH!! OHHH!! OHHH!! P-PLEASE NO MORE!! PLEASE QUIT!”

Mark’s pace and viciousness increased, his excitement growing with Connie’s increased pain. He began groaning as he neared orgasm.

” OH GOD! OHHH!! OHHH! ST-STOP! UUHHH!! UUHHH!! P-PLEASE! OHHH!! UUHHH!! OOOHHHAAAAAAAA!!!” Connie groaned as she felt Mark shooting his come deep into her bowels, his dick throbbing with each wave. Her body stiffened in pain as Mark drove his dick completely into her ass and held it there while he shot the last of his come into her. Finally, as she felt his dick softening inside her, he pulled out of her ravaged asshole.

Connie collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted from her ordeal. The pain in her asshole was excruciating. She felt the warmth as the mixture of come and blood leaked from her asshole and ran down between the cheeks of her ass.

” You know,” Vern said as he stepped up to take his turn ” that looked good. I think I’ll fuck her in the ass, too.”

” Oh God PLEASE don’t! PLEASE!” Connie pleaded, her eyes bulging in terror.

” Roll her over, boys!” Vern laughed as Carl and Dave grabbed her and forced her onto her stomach.

” NO!! OH PLEASE DON’T!!” Connie screamed as she felt Vern kneeling between her legs, felt him lowering his weight onto her back. ” I CAN’T! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE IT!”

Vern was laying on Connie’s back, his full weight crushing her to the floor. She felt his hand snake between them. She felt him guide his dick to her battered asshole.

” NO!! PLEASE DON’T!” Connie begged as she felt Vern begin to penetrate her. ” OHHH!!! OHHH!!! AAAHHH!! OH GOD!! IT HU-HURTS! OHHH!! P-PLEASE NO!! STO-OP!!”

Vern was moving his whole body on top of Connie, grinding her against the cold metal floor as he stoked in and out of her asshole. He was enjoying the sight of her tightly shut eyes, the grimace of pain on her face as he continued the sadistic anal rape.

” DEAR GOD!! UUHHH!! UUHHH!! P-PLEASE NO-O M-MORE!! UUHHH!! UUHHH!! OH PLEASE QU-QUIT IT!! OHHH!! OHHH!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!!”

Vern was driving into her with ever increasing speed and force as his balls swelled and tightened. He began moaning in pleasure as he felt Connie’s tight asshole beginning to milk the come from his dick. Connie felt him swelling inside her as his pace increased even more.

” NNNUUUHHH!! NNNUUUHHH!! NNNUUUHHH!!! OOHHH GODDDD!! OOHHH!! OOHHH!! P-P-PLEASE!! OOHHH!! STO-OP!! OOHH NNOOO!! UUHHH!! OH GOD!! OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Connie felt Vern coming deep in her bowels. She felt the heat of his come flooding through her. Felt his dick throbbing inside her as he continued thrusting into her. Finally, he slowed, then stopped, laying on her back and breathing deeply.

Finally Vern lifted himself off of Connie. She laid on the floor in agony, not moving. She had lost track of how many times she had been raped. Was there any one else, or where they done with her? She couldn’t remember.

Bill pulled the van into the parking lot of a 24 hour supermarket in Bedford Heights, one of the south eastern suburbs of Cleveland, and shut off the engine. It was Eddy’s turn, and Bill always enjoyed watching Eddy.

In the rear of the van, Eddy took Connie by the shoulders and gently rolled her onto her back. ” Please don’t hurt me.” Connie whispered. ” Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

” Shhhh. No ones going to hurt you.” Eddy said as he laid down beside Connie. He softly stroked her cheek with his finger tips. ” It’s going to be alright.” Eddy told her as he lightly kissed her lips.

” Please. Please don’t hurt me.” Connie repeated, her shattered mind fixated on the pain she had been through.

” I won’t. I won’t hurt you.” Eddy reassured her as he softly moved his hands over Connie’s body, lightly kissing her neck.

His buddies didn’t see anything strange about what Eddy was doing. It was Eddy’s way, and they had seen it before. While they had laughed and yelled encouragement during the previous rapes, they remained quiet while Eddy gently played his hands and lips over Connie’s body.

Eddy placed his hand on the side of Connie’s face and turned it gently towards him. Leaning over, he began softly kissing her lips. Connie was looking at him with fear in her eyes as he continued kissing and touching her with a gentleness she had forgotten existed.

” It’s alright.” Eddy whispered in her ear. ” It’s alright. No ones going to hurt you.”

Eddy slowly shifted his body on top of Connie, kissing her gently as he did so. Somewhere in her shocked mind, the gentleness registered with Connie. She wasn’t being hurt. She reacted as much to the absence of pain as she did to the gentleness.

Slowly, Eddy changed position. Kneeling between her legs, he slowly rubbed both hands up and down Connie’s legs, enjoying the feel of the nylons she wore. Eddy had always been a leg men, and Connie had excellent legs. He rubbed his hands over her thighs, up to her stomach and over the satin of her garter belt, up to her breasts. Gently, softly he rubbed her breasts, looking into her eyes as he did so. A small moan escaped Connie’s throat.

Leaning over, Eddy began kissing Connie’s thighs. Gently using his tongue, he licked and kissed her over her thighs, working slowly up towards her stomach. Continuing the gentle kissing and nibbling, Eddy laid between Connie’s legs, his chest resting lightly on her pelvic area while he kissed and nibbled Connie’s stomach. His hands gently kneaded her breasts as he continued flicking kisses softly over her stomach.

Eddy moved farther up, gently kissing and nibbling Connie’s breasts as his hands softly rubbed her sides and face. Connie closed her eyes and sighed. Confused, abused and in a state of shock, Connie’s mind had reacted to the gentleness. Some level of her mind, recoiling from the pain and abuse, was desperately seeking a safe haven, a place without pain. In her confused state, Connie’s battered mind embraced this gentleness.

” Uuuoooohhhhhhh.” Connie moaned as Eddy gently penetrated her body, lightly kissing her as he did. Connie looked into his eyes as he began to slowly, easily move inside her. It was as if he was trying to avoid causing her any pain. As Eddy leaned down to kiss her, Connie closed her eyes and returned the kiss.

Eddy had his left arm under Connie’s shoulders, holding her close as his right hand softly stroked her hair. His lips touched hers in a long, soft kiss. Slowly, Connie’s arms moved up and around Eddy’s back, pulling him close as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips.

Carl grinned and winked at Bill. Damned if Eddy hadn’t done it again!

Eddy continued kissing Connie and softly massaging her body with his free hand. Connie returned his kisses as she rubbed the back of his neck. Her hips began moving in time with Eddy as he slowly moved inside of her.

” Ooooohhhh.” Connie moaned as she nuzzled into Eddy’s shoulder. ” Oooohhhh.”

These were not the moans of pain from the previous rapes. They were moans of one body responding to another. Moans of acceptance.

” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh.” Connie continued responding to Eddy’s gentleness, oblivious to the fact that six other men were gathered around them, watching everything they did.

” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ooohhhhhhh.” Connie was moving in time with Eddy, her pace increasing as his did, her pelvic area grinding against his. Connie felt the stirrings deep inside her. Slowly, she was becoming aroused.

Eddy was kissing and fondling Connie, moving in cadence with her as he felt his own excitement grow. He drove into her with a quickening pace and she responded, moving with him, driving her hips forward to meet his thrusts.

” Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!” Connie clamped her mouth onto Eddy’s, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth as he did the same. Their tongues intertwined as the pace of their thrusting increased.

” OHHH! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH!” Connie moaned as she pulled Eddy tighter against her. She felt the feeling of arousal growing inside her, felt her body responding more and more to Eddy’s attentions.

” OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Connie groaned as her body was wracked by a tremendous orgasm. Her entire body trembled, pushing Eddy over the edge as well.

” Oh God!!” Eddy moaned as he began shooting his load into Connie. Connie was still in the throes of her own orgasm as she felt the heat of Eddy’s sperm filling her insides. The throbbing of his dick inside her caused her to groan as her orgasm began abating.

” Mmmmmm.” Connie sighed, holding Eddy close, her legs still wrapped around his hips, as the trembling of her body slowly ceased. Eddy collapsed on her with a sigh of contentment.

” All right, Eddy!” Bill hollered. Suddenly, all six were cheering and applauding.

Connie was violently jerked back to reality by the yelling and catcalls, torn from the quiet, safe place her mind had created back to the awful reality of this dirty, battered van. She saw Eddy’s face above her, felt his softening dick still inside her, and with terrible clarity remembered exactly what had happened.

” Oh no! Oh God no! I couldn’t have! I couldn’t have done that!” Connie sobbed.

” You sure did, sweetheart. You fucked my brains out, and you not only enjoyed it, you came yourself!” Eddy grinned at her.

” Oh God no!” Connie collapsed on the floor, the realization of what she had done driving the last of vestige of her dignity and self respect out of her.

In some ways, Eddy was the worst of the lot and more sadistic than the others. While the others battered the body, Eddy went for the mind. With the others, Connie could tell herself that it wasn’t her fault, that she tried to stop them but couldn’t. But with Eddy, she would never have that escape. She would always remember that she had co-operated with Eddy. That she had responded to him. The reason wouldn’t matter. The psychological battering she had already suffered wouldn’t serve to excuse her guilt. She had responded to Eddy, and she would never be able to forgive herself.

” You know, watching Eddy kind of turned me on. I think I’ll just have to face fuck the bitch.” Carl chuckled.

Connie heard him and whimpered. She didn’t want him in her mouth, but she didn’t have the will left to even put up a token resistance.

” No.” Connie whimpered as Carl knelt over her face and rested his buttocks on her chest. ” Please don’t. Let me go. Please, just let me go.”

Carl chuckled as he put one hand behind Connie’s head, lifting it towards him as he guided his dick to her mouth with the other hand.

” No. Please stop! Pleasuuuaaaagggggmmmpphhh.” Carl stuffed his now hard dick into Connie’s mouth. Taking her head in both hands, he held her tightly as he began thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth.

Connie had never given a blow job before, had never even had a dick in her mouth before. As Carl drove deeper into her mouth, Connie began choking and gagging on him. Carl couldn’t have cared less. He continued thrusting his dick into her mouth, pushing back to the top of her throat, and then, into her throat.

Connie couldn’t breathe with Carl’s dick buried in her throat. He was still thrusting, but he didn’t withdraw far enough to leave her throat. Connie began fighting as panic set into her mind. She tried pushing Carl away, twisting her body and kicking with her feet and legs.

Carl still had his dick buried in Connie’s throat. He was humping her face faster and faster, driving deeper into her throat with each thrust. Her choking and retching only served to arouse him further. He could feel her throat contracting on his dick as it tried to expel the offending member. Connie’s lungs were beginning to burn from lack of air. She was becoming light headed, on the verge of passing out.

” Oh shit!” Carl moaned.

Suddenly, Connie felt his dick explode in her throat. She was gagging and choking as he shot thick, hot come down her throat in wave after disgusting wave. Still he kept humping her face, fucking her in the mouth until the last drop of sperm had been shot from his dick and into her throat. Carl quit moving, but he held Connie’s head in place, enjoying the feeling as his dick slowly softened in her mouth.

” Damn!” mumbled Carl. ” Good shit, man.” He let Connie’s head drop to the floor and pulled his dick from her mouth. Standing up, he looked around. ” Any body else want some more of this?”

” Yeah!” said Dale. ” Me and Bill got something we want to try.”

” Oh God, no more. Please no more. I can’t. I canuuummppphh.” Connie was cut off as Dale, kneeling above her head, stuffed his dick into her mouth. He grabbed Connie’s head and forced himself deeper into her mouth.

Connie felt someone moving between her legs. She felt arms under her knees, lifting her legs to expose her vagina. Suddenly, it hit her. Bill! Bill was MULE DICK!!! OH GOD NOT AGAIN!!

Once again Connie felt the huge cock being forced into her body. She felt as if she were being torn in two. She felt as if the dick in her throat and the dick in her pussy were going to meet in the middle.

” AAARRRUUUUGGGGGGG!!!” she tried screaming around the dick that was filling her mouth as Bill drove his immense organ into her body.

Now both of them were driving into her. Dale was choking her as he drove his dick into her throat while Bill caused her body to jump and twist in pain with every vicious thrust deep into her. Connie’s feet bounced in the air as Bill repeatedly drove into her. The other five laughed and cheered as they watched the vicious double rape.

Dale and Bill were thrusting into Connie with increasing ferocity. Her gagging and attempts to scream, her twitching trembling body was driving them to the peak of arousal. Both of them were ready to orgasm.

” Oh shit! Oh shit! NOW, BILL, NOW!” Dale yelled.

Connie felt both men blowing their loads into her. She gagged on Dale as he pumped his sperm down her throat and jumped in pain as Bill drove his huge dick completely into her and shot his come deep into her body. They continued driving into her, choking her and hurting her until they finished depositing every last drop of their come into her.

Slowly, with a sigh of contentment, Dale pulled his dick from her mouth and stood up.

” Oh God. Oh God” Connie groaned in pain. ” P-please get o-out of m-me. Oh p-please.” Bill grinned at her and pushed into her. ” Ooohhhhhhh! Oohhh please stop! Please.”

Bill laughed as he slowly pulled his dick out of Connie. She collapsed on the floor as the last of Bill’s tremendous member exited her.

” No more. Please no more.” Connie’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her eyes were glazed as total shock began setting in.

But the night wasn’t yet over for Connie. The rapes would continue for the next several hours. She would be repeatedly raped anally, orally and vaginally. Three times she would be raped by two of them at once, and once by three of them at the same time.

When the seven were finally satiated, they used ropes to tie Connie’s arms and legs to tie down points on the side walls of the van. Her body formed an X on the floor of the van, with her spread legs facing the rear doors. With Connie completely helpless, they drove to various spots in the worst sections of town. There, they sold Connie’s helpless body to anyone who wanted in for twenty dollars a crack. They made eight hundred and forty dollars that night.

Connie would never be sure of how many times she had been raped that night. She would never even be sure of how many different men had raped her that night. She remembered whites, blacks, Hispanics, Arabs and Asians, but she had no idea of how many.

Once finished with her, the seven rapists dumped Connie at the side of the road in the Metro-Parks. She was found there by a park Ranger in the morning, trembling and in shock. It would be weeks before Connie returned to some semblance of awareness and could tell what had happened to her.

Jennifer felt a warm, pleasurable sensation on her chest.
She looked down to see that her breasts were fully exposed; her
blouse had somehow come open and her bra unfastened.
“G-Gary?” What was… but when she looked up, it was Mark
sitting in front of her, playing with her breasts. Panicked, she
brought her hands up to stop him, but she seemed to be completely
lacking in strength.
Everything seemed so far away…
Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just as
she opened her mouth to speak, Mark kissed her. The feel of his
warm lips on hers sent tingles of pleasure shooting through her.
She could only moan in pleasure as his tongue vigorously explored
the inside of her mouth. She didn’t know what was happening to
her… or why; but it sure felt good! Too good. Jennifer stopped
trying to stop it. As best she could in her drugged state, she
wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and…

No. It wasn’t Mark any more. It was someone else. Some guy
she didn’t know. Jennifer struggled to sit up, but she was held
down by what seemed to her to be disembodied hands on her
shoulders. She was lying back on the couch, legs spread as the
guy fucked his cock in and out of her wet, fully exposed pussy.
Involuntarily, she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips up
against him to increase the pressure on her sensitive clit.
From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair and
pulled her head back and upwards. She opened her mouth to gasp in
pain, and immediately a large, warm cock slid in between her
thick, wet lips. She gagged slightly at this intrusion, but
instinctively began sucking at it. It tasted so good!
The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after wad
of warm, wet sperm into her welcoming thighs. She felt a series
of little orgasms wrack her body as she slurped hungrily at…

At…
She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white sperm
which now coated her pale cheeks. Jennifer wasn’t sure how many
cocks she had sucked, but a large number of them had erupted onto
her face rather than into her mouth. The sperm felt warm and
sticky as she wiped at it with her long, delicate fingers.
She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind her,
sawing his cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned and grunted
in pleasure, coming at the same time as cock in her pussy. She
was still halfway through the orgasm when the cock pulled out and
another took its place.
It felt so good!
“Please… please… please…”

Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as Jennifer
Watson, on her hands and knees, mouth and pussy simultaneously
stuffed with cock, her beautiful face shining with a thick
coating of sperm and drool, bucked and moaned with obvious
pleasure. Jennifer Watson - the president of the Concerned
Students for Political Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch had
fucked at least a dozen guys so far and was still going strong.
That Gary!
What a great idea using that drug. Even though he was only a
freshman, Gary’s actions that night had pretty much assured
himself not only a place in the fraternity, but a place in the
upper echelons. What a guy. For some reason, however, Gary had
not wanted to take a turn with the bitch - he had even left early
with his girlfriend Sharon - but that didn’t matter. All that
mattered now was that he get another shot as this whore before
the drug wore off.
Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time that
night!) as he waited for another turn with the slut.

In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There were
only ten of them! Completely spent, they sat around the room in
languid satisfaction, watching in amazement as Jennifer Watson
lay, like some naked and fucked out whore, on the floor in the
centre of the living room. The raven haired slut lay on her back,
legs spread widely, moaning and whimpering, fingers still working
busily away in her sopping cunt.
What a whore.
This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and Cindy
as they entered the frat house. They were the girls from the
nearby sorority house who had been helping plan the fund raising
Slave Auction for the pool.
“What the hell?”
Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer had
shown up at the party to gloat and how Gary had drugged the bitch
so she would turn into a slut. He had been afraid that they might
be angry, but the girls seemed more amused than anything else.
Jennifer had, over the last few years, fucked them over with her
political correctness as much as she had the fraternity.
Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even sat
herself down beside the naked squirming girl and began playing
with Jennifer’s exposed pussy. Although not nearly as beautiful
as the slut on the floor, Tammy was still very attractive in a
pudgy sort of way, with shoulder length blonde hair and wide,
green eyes. The boys stared in mute amazement as the blonde girl
slid a finger in and out of the slut’s sopping pussy. A number of
them began to get hard again.
“Jennifer the campus slut,” Tammy muttered, grinning.
“Jennifer the fuck-pet.” Tammy looked up at the rest of the
group. “I like the sound of that.” Half oblivious, the subject of
Tammy’s comments moaned and lifted her hips off the floor, trying
desperately to grind her pussy into Tammy’s hand.
“Please…”
Everyone laughed.
Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl with
long black hair and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a
studious, old-fashioned appearance. Lisa was the one who always
saw the downside of things.
“You’ve got a problem here,” she said, frowning. “This is
fine now when she’s drugged, but what about when she sobers up?”
The guys looked puzzled. What about it?
“She’ll cry rape,” Lisa explained.
Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began to talking
loudly. Once again, it was Mark who voiced their feelings. “But
she was willing,” he protested. “Everyone saw it.”
“Who do you think they’ll believe?” Lisa asked him.
Mark fell silent.
“She’s right,” Cindy agreed. “No one will ever believe that
she willingly fucked all you guys.”
“Fuck…” Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy played
with her pussy. Every time she was about to come, Tammy would
pull her hand away. ” Fuck me… please…”
“Especially after what she did,” Becky stated, continuing
the thought. Despite the fact that Becky was a pale skinned red
head and Cindy negro, the two girls were known as the ‘twins’.
The went everywhere together and were co-leaders of the
cheerleading squad.
“Getting your pool money confiscated,” Cindy finished, “and
getting the Auction cancelled.”
The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins were
right. When word got out, they would be lucky to stay out of
jail, never mind being kicked out of school.
Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn’t stuck
around. Next time he came around…
“Don’t panic,” Tammy smirked, looking up from where she sat
on the floor beside the squirming girl. “I think I see a way out
of this…”

Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust that
suffused her body. The hand in her pussy had moved away, but she
was still able to masturbate herself. It didn’t feel as good as
when someone else was doing it, but at least she actually brought
herself off. Jennifer hazily watched the others in the room as
she rapidly slid her fingers up and down over her pussy. They
seemed to be talking about something…
Why were they all being so serious? Why didn’t one of the
boys fuck her again? She needed it so bad…
“Fuck me…” she whined. “Somebody… please?”
But it was no use. They were busy with something else. One
of the girls - Lisa, her fogged mind informed her, properly
placing the name with the face - had taken off her clothes and
was getting dressed again, this time in a different set of
clothes. Jennifer’s mind groped and struggled with an idea. What
was it? Then she realized: they were *her* clothes! Lisa was
getting dressed in Jennifer’s clothing.
Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slim
build, Lisa looked something like Jennifer, at least from afar.
It was funny: Lisa playing Jennifer!
Still… still, a thread of unease writhed its way through
her drug-induced haze. Almost against her will, Jennifer began to
pay attention to what was being said: “…car keys. Phone when
you get there and… at airport. Make sure they see you, but not
too…”
What was happening?
Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer’s clothes and
jacket. The unease Jennifer had felt was washed away as another
orgasm, smaller this time, racked her body while the door swung
shut.
What was going on?
Another girl, the name ‘Tammy’ entered Jennifer’s groggy
mind, turned her attention downwards. She smiled as she noticed
that Jennifer was focusing on her. Jennifer felt another twinge
of unease cut through the fading lust at that smile. She felt
that she must know this girl from somewhere. Wasn’t she…
Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into an
upright, sitting position. Jennifer grunted with discomfort as
she felt the now-cold sperm dribble out of her suddenly aching
pussy when she sat up. “Come along, little Jennifer Fucktoy,”
Tammy whispered. “Time to get dressed and go home.”
Home. Something in Jennifer’s mind objected to being called
‘fucktoy’, but ‘home’ sounded good.
Warm. Safe.
With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled Jennifer’s
slender arms upward, and slid the a thin top down over Jennifer’s
head and over her chest. The three girls than heaved Jennifer to
her unsteady feet, and pulled some sort of miniskirt up to her
waist. Jennifer squirmed, not liking the feel of the tight
polyester on her skin, but could not effectively resist. Finally,
Tammy reached down and strapped a pair of four inch heels onto
the feet of the weakly struggling girl.
“All done,” Tammy announced, standing. “Let’s take a look.”
Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on the
heels, looking about the room. Everyone was staring at her. The
guys… Mark… the girls… Confused, she turned in a circle,
stumbling slightly on the heels, looking about until she caught
sight of herself in a mirror.
Omygod!
The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror looked
like a complete slut! She wore a tight, black polyester skirt
that barely covered four inches below the rounded bottom of her
asscheeks. Likewise, the bright, pink sleeveless top clearly
revealed the outlines of her nipples, and hung only halfway down
her front, clearly exposing her stomach. The only other item of
clothing the girl was wearing was a pair of shiny black pumps.
The girl’s tangled, matted hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance,
as it hung down over her face, half concealing her wide, brown
eyes and thick, pouty lips.
In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her, and
then felt the other girl’s hands reach around and cup her thinly
covered breasts.
“Come along, little play-slut,” Tammy whispered in her ears,
nibbling and biting between words. “Time to go home.”
Home. That sounded right.
Warm.
Safe.
Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the other
girls, unresisting, out the back door and across the parking lot
to a waiting car. In fact, she couldn’t have fought back if she
had wanted to; the drugs and alcohol made it almost impossible
for her to walk unaided on the four inch heels, and she was
forced to lean on the other girls for support.
On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a group
of guys heading in the opposite direction. Jennifer looked one of
them in the eye and tried to ask for help, but he just smirked at
her. Another guy whistled as the girls walked past.
“See,” Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys moved
away. “No one will see Jennifer Watson. Just some party slut.”
Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked the
back door and shoved her inside with the aid of Cindy.
Jennifer’s last thought before she finally passed out on the
back seat where she say between Tammy and Becky - the former
still playing with her breasts - was of home.
Safe.

When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she found
herself fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by four sets of
cold metal handcuffs, each one attaching its respective wrist or
ankle to the four corners of the bedframe. She struggled not to
give in to panic as her mind slowly replayed for her the events
of the previous… what… evening? Jennifer had no way of
knowing how long she had been unconscious.
Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story. Despite
the drugs and alcohol, her memory was pretty much intact: the
arrival at the frathouse (for a little bit of frat-baiting); the
drinking; the strange feeling of disassociation; the… the sex
(Jennifer’s stomach heaved at the thought); the trip to the
car…
Then nothing.
Where was she?
Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face and
looked down at herself. Oh god! It was every bit as bad as she’d
remembered! With the exception of the shoes - her feet were now
bare - she was still wearing the clothing in which she had left
the party. The pink top; the miniskirt… Someone seemed to have
cleaned her up a bit, but there were still spots of dried cum
dotting the tank top and miniskirt.
She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding
handcuffs just bit a little further into her wrists, adding
another layer of pain to overlay the general ache which permeated
her abused body. The captive girl moaned in agony as the slight
movement of her legs rubbed the inside of her thighs together.
She had obviously been rubbed raw the night before.
Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for anything,
but could only manage a weak sound that was halfway between a
groan and a sob. She shivered in misery. The after affects of the
drugs and alcohol had left her throat parched and her head
aching.
“Help me,” she whispered.
As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered the
room, carrying with her a large bottle of mineral water.
Jennifer’s parched throat seemed to swell shut at the sight of
it.
“Water?” she moaned.
Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the bottle
down beside the bed - out of Jennifer’s limited reach, of
course - and sat down on the side of the bed.
“How’s our little girl?” she asked mockingly. “Not feeling
too good, hmm?” She reached over and ran her fingers through her
captive’s thick black hair. “Little Jennie have too much to
drink?” she cooed. “Poor Jen-Jen.”
Jennifer ignored the insults.
Only one thing mattered.
“P-please… water.”
“Well, maybe a little later,” Tammy chuckled. “We have some
things to talk about first.” She moved her hands lower, dragging
her short, pudgy fingers down her captive’s tear-stained cheek
and then down to her barely covered breasts. Jennifer stared,
wide-eyed and unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play with
her firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to pull
away. Tammy, however, couldn’t help but notice these attempts to
avoid her touch.
“Now that’s no way to behave,” she said with mock firmness.
She grasped one of Jennifer’s nipples between two fingers and
squeezed. Jennifer stiffened and groaned in pain. “You’re my
little playmate now,” the blonde said, still squeezing. “My
little play puss. Little playtoys don’t try to move away. They
take what’s given to them and are thankful for it.” With one last
twist, she released the throbbing nipple and then resumed toying
with Jennifer’s breast. This time, Jennifer didn’t pull away.
There was silence for a few moments as Tammy finished with the
breast and worked her way slowly down Jennifer’s stomach, under
the miniskirt, and onto the captive’s pussy. Jennifer tried to
close her legs, but she was unable to do so because of the cuffs
on her ankles. Hopelessly, she moaned and whimpered as her
tormentress slowly sank one… and then two thick fingers into
her raw pussy.
“Please… Tammy,” she begged, voice hoarse and dusty.
“Don’t…”
Tammy smirked at her. “Don’t you remember me little Jennie?”
she asked, fingers still inserted. “You must.”
Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy by
name, but not…
“I was the person who represented this sorority at the
hearing last year,” the blonde explained, “during the inquiry
into racial equality in campus organizations.” She slowly began
to move her fingers in and out of her captive’s painful, fucked
out pussy. “You remember. That was the inquiry where it was
determined that our sorority didn’t have a large enough
representation of visible minorities,” Tammy continued, “and our
funding was cut off by sixty percent.” By now, Jennifer was
having trouble following Tammy’s words, as the other girl’s
fingers were sending waves of stabbing pain into her belly. She
remembered the inquiry though; it had been her idea…
“That’s this sorority. That’s why our house is only about
half full. That’s why we have plenty of room to keep you here for
as long as we want.” Tammy abruptly jerked her fingers free of
Jennifer’s pussy.
“Ahh…” Jennifer’s hips bucked with pain.
“So you’re going to make it up to us,” Tammy finished. “To
me. You’re going to be the house pussy slave.” Tammy reached
over, opened the bottle, and took a long slow drink of water. Her
words slowly sunk in as Jennifer watched her drink.
Pussy slave!
Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the cap
back on. “And what’s more,” she continued, “you’re going to help
replace the money that was confiscated for the pool at Phi Phi
Phi. We’ve arranged a little part time job for you.”
Jennifer tried to say something… to question what was
happening, but her throat was too parched to let out anything but
a hoarse cough. And her head ached so much!
Tammy stood. “Well,” she said sweetly, “I’ve given you a lot
to think about right now. We’ll talk more later.” The girl turned
and walked out of the room. The bottle of water, on the other
hand, was left on a side table, just out of Jennifer’s reach.

She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or it
could have been days before the door opened again. Jennifer had
no way of measuring time other than by the slow, steady increase
in torment as her bound body became more and more dehydrated. Her
wrists and ankles had been rubbed red and raw by her frenzied
attempts to get loose - to reach the precious bottle of water
sitting beside the bed - but it had been no use. She was still
chained firmly in position on the bed when Tammy finally re-
entered the room.
“How are we doing pet?” the girl asked.
Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes.
“W-wat… er,” she croaked, voice dusty and dry.
Tammy smiled nastily. “Water?” she asked, all innocent. “Are
you getting thirsty?”
Jennifer nodded weakly.
“Well then,” Tammy said cheerfully, “I’ll give you some
water, but you’ll have to do something for me first.”
Jennifer just stared at her.
Waiting.
“Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the other
night,” Tammy told her, “I’ve been a little hot. All that
delicious sex…” The girl sighed wistfully. “And none for me.”
She sat down on the side of the bed and slipped a hand under the
pink top. Jennifer didn’t pull away. She’d learned that lesson.
“So,” she continued, “I was just thinking… wouldn’t it be nice
to have a little pussy slave to take care of me when I get hot? A
nice, obedient little play puss to give me the tongue whenever I
want it.”
Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The drug-induced sex
with the boys had been a nightmare, but this… this was sick.
She wasn’t a lesbian! (Not that she didn’t support the lifestyle
choices made by…)
“I’m sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the same
thing,” Tammy continued.
Jennifer coughed out an answer. “N…no.”
Never.
Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl’s
breast. “Well,” she said, “If you’re going to be unreasonable,
I’ll just have to come back and talk to you about it later.” She
slid to her feet and stalked away, closing the door behind her.
“N… no,” Jennifer repeated to the now empty room.

This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed before
anyone came back into the room. It must have been days. She had
tried to hold it, but had finally admitted defeat as her swollen
bladder gave way and the beer-piss that had been building up for
the last few hours had sprayed out, soaking the bed and her upper
legs. That had been hours ago; the moisture had long since dried
off her thighs, but the smell was maddening.
“Pee yew” Tammy muttered as she entered the room. “Has
little Jennie had an accident?” Jennifer’s face burned with
mortification. It hadn’t been her fault, but some instinct that
had been bred into her since her childhood toilet-training kept
chanting her guilt over and over to her.
She had been a bad girl.
She had done a bad thing.
“It sure does smell like it,” came another voice. Not Tammy.
It was Lisa, the tall dark haired girl who had dressed up in
Jennifer’s clothing and taken her car. In fact, she was still
wearing Jennifer’s clothes. Jennifer’s eyes struggled to muster
the non-existent moisture necessary to create tears at the sight
of these relics of her life before the events of the party. No
tears though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes.
The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her.
“Well pet?” she asked. “Ready to begin?”
Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few hours,
ever since she had voided herself on the bed. That had been the
final blow; she knew that she would do whatever they said. At
least until she had a chance to get free.
Anything for some water.
Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. “I told you,”
she said.
“We’ll see,” Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair back
from her face. “She hasn’t done anything yet.” The girl bent over
and began pulling down her - Jennifer’s - slacks.
“She will,” Tammy said confidently.
In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was naked
from the waist down. Jennifer tried to close her eyes, but was
unable to turn away. She watched in horrified fascination as the
girl stretched her long, thin legs, climbed on the bed, and
straddled Jennifer’s face with her thighs. Lisa’s pussy, thick
with tangled black hair, was soon directly above her mouth.
Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered by
the smell of pussy.
“I can’t believe she’s gonna do this,” Lisa predicted
pessimistically.
“Just a second,” Tammy said. The blonde opened the water
bottle, poured some of the liquid onto her palm, and quickly
splashed it over her friend’s pussy. A few drops fell free and
landed on Jennifer’s face. The captive girl swallowed as best she
could, but a good portion of the water glistened invitingly in
Lisa’s pussy hair.
Jennifer moaned. Not enough.
Not nearly enough water.
“Do it,” Tammy said. “Jam your snatch in her ugly face.”
Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked crotch
onto Jennifer’s face, jamming her pussy over the girl’s nose and
mouth. At first, Jennifer kept her mouth firmly closed, revolted
by the sight and smell of the other girl’s pussy. She just
couldn’t do it; she couldn’t! But, a few moments later, the feel
of the water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and extend
her tongue.
Water!
Tammy had splashed Lisa’s crotch with precious water.
Jennifer - slowly at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm -
thrust her tongue out between her parched lips and began to lick.
The taste of the water overcame all inhibitions. Within moments,
she was slurping away loudly at Lisa’s cunt, her dry tongue
scraping along the outside of Lisa’s pussy.
“She’s doing it,” the girl cried, excited. “She’s licking my
pussy. The little slut.” Lisa, excited by the captive’s
obedience, let out a moan of intense pleasure as she reached up
to fondle her own tits. “Harder,” she moaned, grinding her
sopping pussy into the unwilling girl’s face.
Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and revulsion
washed over her while Lisa gasped and writhed on her face. But
she couldn’t help herself. She had to have moisture! The water
was gone now, but Lisa’s pussy was beginning to produce juices of
its own. Still parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away, oblivious
of all else as Lisa began humping her crotch up and down on top
of her face.
Nothing else mattered.
Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a shuddering,
intense orgasm and climbed slowly off the bed, Jennifer was
shocked to find more girls in the room. It was Becky and Cindy.
The twins.
Cindy held a camera.
“You’re next,” Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. The
slender redhead needed no further encouragement. Already naked,
she giggled as she climbed aboard, small tits bobbing merrily. A
natural redhead. Once again, Jennifer was forced to lick and suck
the girl to climax, all the time desperately slurping up and
drinking down and much as possible of the precious pussy juice.
An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that Cindy
was capturing the entire event on film, but Jennifer didn’t care
any more. Her whole world was focused on the tight, wet pussy
being ground into her face. She needed the liquid.
Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as the
black girl climbed aboard shoved her wet, smelly pussy in the
captive’s face, but she soon started lapping away with
enthusiasm, just as she had done for the other two girls.
Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive’s face. By now,
Jennifer was no longer revolted by the other girls’ pussies. They
were just a source of nourishment. She even moaned in frustration
when Tammy, after coming twice, loudly, climbed off.
Involuntarily, Jennifer raised her head off the pillow in a vain
attempt to capture just a few more drops of pussy juice from
Tammy’s dripping pussy.
She couldn’t help herself. She wanted more. Not sexual
pleasure, as she had felt none, but moisture.
Sweet moisture…

Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures, moving
around the bed to capture the scene from a number of different
angles. Their captive’s hair was once again (as it had been at
the pool party) matted down onto her sweaty forehead, this time
stuck down with pussy juice rather than sperm. In fact, the
girl’s entire face shone red with the exertion and results of her
efforts.
“Look,” Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue as
far out of her mouth as she could, and was running it desperately
over as much of her face as she could manage, still trying to
capture whatever moisture that was available. Laughing and
giggling, the four girls watched for a while, fascinated, until
Tammy ushered them out of the room and shut the door behind them.
Finally, it was just her and Jennifer alone again.
“There, little puss sucker,” Tammy smirked. “That wasn’t so
bad, was it?” Jennifer had given up trying to suck in any more
pussy juice and just lay there, staring upwards with hatred.
Control had returned, and with it an intense hatred for the
person who had so degraded her. The blonde girl, however, was
unimpressed. Laughing, Tammy ran a hand over her captive’s
forehead. She gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought it
down to the older girl’s lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten.
As was pride. Almost against her will, Jennifer opened her red,
swollen lips and accepted Tammy’s juice-covered finger in her
mouth, sucking thirstily. After she had sucked the moisture off
of it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated the process until
Jennifer’s face had more or less been scraped dry and Jennifer
lay still, hoarse and panting with humiliation.
She needed more.
“Don’t be greedy now,” Tammy cautioned as Jennifer
laboriously turned her head and gazed longingly at the bottle of
water. “There’ll be plenty more pussy juice for you soon.”
Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm and
allowed the older girl to lap it up. Jennifer did so, but this
time she was keenly aware of her humiliation: lapping water out
of this bitch’s hand like some dog. Nevertheless…
Finally, Tammy stood up to go.
“Wait,” Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated with
moisture. “What’s… h-how long are you going to keep me here?
You can’t just…” She let the thought trail off, unspoken.
Could they?
Tammy smiled down at her. “Why, just until you earn back the
money you had taken from the boys; for their pool.”
Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a brief
struggle, the puzzlement won out; there wasn’t much point in
venting her anger while she was fastened down so securely.
“But… how?”
“Don’t you worry about that, little play-puss,” Tammy cooed.
“It’s all arranged. You start training for your new job
tomorrow.” With that, the blonde coed turned out the lights and
left the room.
“Wait…”
The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken in
enough moisture to form tears, began to cry.

The job, it turned out, was stripping.
The trainer was a hard looking oriental woman named Kim. Kim
Loo. She worked as a recruiter and trainer for a chain of
‘gentleman’s clubs’ across the country. In particular, she worked
for the local club of the chain: ‘Pussywillows’, located in
nearby Point Hope. Tammy had met her there during the ‘end of the
school year’ celebrations after her first year of college.
Evidently, they had worked out some sort of deal for Jennifer to
work at the club. At least, if Kim wanted her.
And it seemed she did.
Jennifer was still fastened down on the bed when Kim Loo had
shown up at the sorority the morning after the captive’s first
session of pussy sucking. The girls had gotten her to repeat her
duties that morning, but had been meticulous in getting her
cleaned up for her ‘audition’.
Kim had looked down on the captive girl as she stared back
from the bed with wide, confused eyes, still dressed in the pink
top and miniskirt in which she had left the pool party. The
oriental woman was careful not to show any emotion as she stared
down at Jennifer with impenetrable black eyes, but she knew
instantly that this girl would be perfect for the club.
Pussywillows specialized in fresh new talent, its patrons
preferring the slightly hesitant and embarrassed newcomers over
the more experienced professionals. As well, the professionals
knew better than to hook up with a place like Pussywillows, as it
was more than stripjoint.
Jennifer fit the bill perfectly.
After what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, the woman
had turned to Tammy.
“She’ll do.” That was all. The woman turned and walked out
of the bedroom.
“What’s going on?” Jennifer whined, thoroughly frightened.
“She’s going to be your new boss,” Tammy explained
gleefully. “And trainer. You start next week at Pussywillow’s in
Point Hope.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened with shock and she chocked back a
cry. She knew all about that place. In fact, she had spent much
of the previous summer picketing in front of it, and gathering
signatures on a petition to have it shut down. It was one of her
few unsuccessful causes.
That was enough.
“No way,” she stated. “No fuckin’ way I’m doing it.”
Jennifer began to struggle with her bonds. “Now let me loose you
bitch.” She thrashed about on the bed, but to no avail.
Tammy just smiled.
A nasty smile.
“I think,” the blonde coed said mildly, green eyes sparkling
with malice, “that it’s time to show you something. A
demonstration.” She walked to the other side of the room, bent
over, and slid open a battered wooden drawer. When she
straightened up, she held in her hand a metal rod, about two feet
in length, with a plastic handle on one end and a small bulb on
the other. A small red switch sat beside a plastic dial on the
handle.
“This,” she announced happily, “is a cattle prod.” Jennifer
stared in horrified fascination as Tammy walked up to the side of
the bed. “I’m going to give you a jolt on low power, just to give
you a taste of it. If I have to use it again, however, it will be
turned to full.” She flicked the switch. The rod emitted a low
humming sound as Tammy waved it slowly over her captive’s face
and then lowered it to Jennifer’s stomach.
Jennifer shook her head. “No… NOOOOO……”
Pain.
The pain was unbelievable. It went so far beyond anything
Jennifer had ever imagined a human being could experience and
still survive that she was for a moment utterly certain that she
had somehow spontaneously burst into flames and was being
consumed by the fire. Indeed, she was shocked to find herself
intact when the burning finally died down.
Tammy looked down in satisfaction. Jennifer’s eyes were wild
with pain and her quivering lower chin was covered with
glistening spittle from where she had virtually foamed at the
mouth. That should do it.
“That was on low power,” she reiterated. “Next time it’s on
full. If you continue to misbehave, you’ll become rather…
intimate with it.” Tammy paused to let her words sink in.
“Do you understand?”
Jennifer, still racked with the pain-filled aftershocks of
the jolt, nodded her head in emphatic agreement. She was
certain - she knew - that she could not survive a jolt at full
power. It would surely kill her.
Tammy smirked in satisfaction. The prod seemed to have done
its job. Turning, she called out: “Becky. Cindy.” The twins
appeared in the doorway and entered the room. “Get her ready for
her first lesson,” Tammy ordered.
It was to be the first of many.

The lessons took place in the sorority common room.
For about three hours every morning and then every
afternoon, Kim taught Jennifer the rudiments of stripping. At
first, she kept her clothes on. Kim taught her how to stretch and
move her sleek body to show off most effectively her various
‘assets’ (as Kim called them). She learned to bump and grind her
crotch in an obscene circular motion; how to prance with grace on
the four inch pumps they forced her to wear continually. Jennifer
was taught how to swing her narrow hips in a sexy manner; how to
move in a way that caused her tits to bounce up and down on her
chest just so.
In short, she was being trained to act the perfect slut.
When the ‘basics’ were over, Kim started in on the actual
stripping. Against her will - but enthusiastically, under threat
of the cattle prod - she learned how to remove her various
articles of clothing, one by one, in way calculated to drive men
wild. Again and again, the mortified girl was forced to strut her
stuff in front of Kim and the sorority girls, and slowly…
teasingly… strip down to nothing. Once naked, she was
instructed in the ‘fine art’ of showing off some of the usually
hidden parts of her body: slipping her hands under her firm
titties and pushing upwards; crouching with legs spread to show
off her pussy; turning, back to the audience, spreading her legs
and bending at the waist…
When Kim was satisfied that she had made a good start on the
actual stripping, Jennifer was shown some other necessary skills
for her new role in life: the oriental woman demonstrated how to
apply thick layers of what was almost stage makeup for use under
the bright lights of the catwalk; how to pout like a spoiled slut
and run her pink tongue over her now bright, red lips. How to
blow sexy mock kisses to an (for now) imaginary audience. She was
shown how to tease her own nipples - after, of course, they had
been suitably rouged - so that they stood proud and firm on her
chest.
Day after day she practised…

The extreme humiliation of these lessons was not lost on
Jennifer. The fact that she - a person who had dedicated her life
to eradicating such sexist, male-gratifying images - was forced
to learn how to behave like some adolescent fantasy-slut drove
her wild with frustration and anger.
But there was nothing she could do.
Absolutely nothing.
She had refused only once to obey a command, early on in the
second lesson. Smiling a sadistic little smile, Tammy had taken
the now crying girl into the bedroom and, without saying a word,
had used the cattle prod on her.
At full force.
As promised.
When the convulsions at last had died down, Jennifer found
herself alone in the room, curled half naked into a fetal
position on the floor. She knew what she had to do. Sobbing with
pain and humiliation, she pushed herself to her feet,
straightened her meagre clothing, and stumbled back into the
common room to continue the lesson.
Kim had been waiting for her.
And the lessons resumed.
The oriental woman could not, of course, spend all of her
time at the sorority house training her new employee. She had
other duties. She had, however, left certain instructions which
the girls followed with enthusiasm. For example, when she was not
actively engaged in a particular lesson, Jennifer was to be kept
in full ’slut dress’ - tight miniskirts; wispy tops; plastic
pumps; heavy makeup - in order to practice and become accustomed
to her new role in life. Thus, for the full two weeks of her
training, Jennifer was forced to prance around in full makeup and
wore nothing but short, tight miniskirts, revealing tops and high
heels. Before long, the sleek, sexy walk of a hot slut became
second nature to her.
But Tammy wanted more. Under threat of the cattle prod,
their unwilling trainee was only allowed to speak either in a
breathy whisper - Tammy had forced her to practice it for hours
on end - which the girls referred to as her ’sex kitten voice’,
or in a high, nasal whine (the ‘bimbo’ voice). In either case,
she was not allowed to use words of greater than two syllables.
At first, Jennifer had been unable to maintain the new voices,
and the girls were ‘forced’ to administer a number of humiliating
spankings during which their captive was forced to thank them
after each swat - in the appropriate voice, of course - and
apologize for her disobedience. With such encouragement, Jennifer
was soon able to maintain the voices without conscious thought,
but the limit of two syllables made it difficult for her to
articulate any sort of complex thought. Soon, she was speaking
only in short, simple sentences.
Evenings, of course, she was required to service the girls,
and she quickly became quite proficient at pussy sucking. The
thought of being required to slurp the other girl’s pussies every
night soon lost its terror, and more than once she became quite
angry at herself when she involuntarily felt a flush of pleasure
when Lisa complimented her. ‘First chance,’ she told herself,
face buried deep in the other girl’s pussy, ‘and I’m out of
here.’
That chance, however, never seemed to come.
Still, Tammy wanted more.
After a few nights, Tammy appeared in the bedroom with a
large black dildo. “You’re always going on about how the blacks
are treated on campus,” the blonde coed laughed. “Put your pussy
where your mouth is.” She threw the massive object onto the bed
beside the older girl. Jennifer, naked except for her shiny black
pumps and a black pushup bra, looked warily at the thing as she
sat on the side of the bed. It must have been at least ten inches
long. They couldn’t…
Tammy, sensing the older girl’s hesitation, walked over and
picked up the ever present cattle prod. “Do it,” she ordered
menacingly. Trembling, Jennifer reached over the grasped the
massive black dildo. “Now,” Tammy continued, “lean back against
the pillow and start fucking yourself with it.”
Jennifer looked up. “T-Tammy…” The other girl sighed and
flicked on the cattle prod. The low, electric hum immediately
filled the room with the promise of pain. That was enough for
Jennifer. Hastily, she lay back against the pillow, spread her
legs and began inserting the dildo.
“What’s up?” It was Cindy, followed, as ever, by Becky.
“The slut here’s been complaining that she doesn’t get
enough cock,” Tammy smirked. “Isn’t that right?”
Jennifer nodded unevenly from the bed where she was still
trying to force the dildo inside her stretched pussy. About half
of is had now disappeared from view.
“Say it.” Tammy waved the cattle prod.
“I… I w-wanted some c-cock,” Jennifer groaned, as another
inch was sucked inside.
The twins giggled. “I’ll get my camera,” Cindy cried,
running out of the room. Tammy, laughing, walked over to the side
of the bed. “C’mon little fuckpet,” she cooed. “Get it in…
that’s right.” By the time Cindy returned with her camera,
Jennifer had finally managed to encompass the entire dildo, and
was just beginning - on Tammy’s instructions - to start sliding
it in and out.
Becky reached over and began playing with Jennifer’s
nipples, but Tammy caller her away. “Let her do that,” she
stated. Becky pulled away. “OK Jennie Cockslave,” the blonde
said, “start putting on a show. Rub your little titties and play
with yourself until you make us believe that you’ve had an
orgasm.” Jennifer turned beet red with embarrassment, but did as
she was told.
Tammy was holding the cattle prod.
And so, sleek legs stretched wide and trembling with
tension, Jennifer began to masturbate in earnest. She closed her
eyes and began thinking about… about anything other than where
she was; about being with a boy. A nice boy. A boy who would
treat her with respect; who would realize that she too was a real
person with goals and aspirations of her own; a boy who would
make long, tender love to her…
Finally, the fantasy began to have an effect. Her pussy
juices started flowing, and for the first time since the pool
party, she began to feel some sexual pleasure. The large black
dildo, now glistening, slid in and out… in and out, while she
teased her own nipples through the sheer bra. Her brightly
painted lips parted and she let out a small moan of pleasure as
the cock drove her higher… higher… higher…
Finally, she came. A wave of pleasure rolled over and
through her body, washing away the long days and hours of
humiliation and suffering. She felt warm and…
Then she opened her eyes.
Instead of the warm, understanding lover of her dreams, she
saw herself, stretched half naked on a bed, legs spread wide and
a large, black dildo stuck halfway up her pussy, while Tammy and
the twins - Cindy with the camera - looked on and laughed.
“What’s with the slut?” It was Lisa, who had just entered
the room. “She gettin’ off?”
And, for only the second time since she had been abducted
from the pool party, Jennifer began to cry in front of her
captors…
Every night after that, Jennifer was required to put on a
show for the sorority girls. Usually with the black dildo, but
sometimes with other objects such as bottles or flashlights.
Usually up her pussy, but not always. Many nights found her lying
with her ankles chained up around her ears, running the dildo in
and out of her tightly stretched asshole.
She never came again, but soon became adept at faking sexual
excitement. And the girls didn’t care. It was even more degrading
when their captive’s moans and grunts of pleasure were entirely
put on…

Still Tammy wanted more.
One night, she showed up in the bedroom with a new toy; a
long, pink dildo strapped to her crotch. First, she had Jennifer
give her a blowjob. The older girl had balked at first, but she
soon found herself on her knees in front of the pudgy blonde,
running her thick, pouty lips up and down the plastic cock. “Tell
me how much you love it,” Tammy ordered, running the cattle prod
lightly along Jennifer’s naked back.
“Mmmm…” Jennifer moaned obediently, “I love to suck cock.
Give it to me. S-slide it into my mouth…” The girls liked this,
and forced her to continue, switching back and forth from the
‘bimbo’ voice to the ’sex kitten’ voice. Cindy took numerous
pictures as Jennifer slaved over the plastic cock, running her
slender fingers up and down its spit glistening surface and
sucking it deep into her throat.
After a while, Tammy pushed Jennifer back down onto the bed
and climbed on top. The other girls laughed and clapped with
amusement as the blonde ringleader spread Jennifer’s legs and
began to fuck her with the dildo. Jennifer didn’t resist - she
didn’t dare - but that was not enough. Tammy wanted active
participation. A few slaps and pinches later (and, inevitably,
the threat of the cattle prod), Jennifer was moaning and grunting
like an experienced whore as Tammy rammed the plastic dildo in
and out of her pussy. Afterwards, the girls all had to give it a
try, each one insisting that Jennifer react as if overcome by
lust. In this manner, Jennifer was trained to fake an orgasm;
going over it again and again until the girls agreed that she had
it right. Soon, despite the fact that the sex with the dildo gave
her no pleasure at all, Jennifer was bucking, moaning and
screaming out orgasms like a porn star. Like the rest of her slut
behaviour, it became second nature to her.
But Tammy wanted more.
Anal sex.
The blonde girl had been forced to use the cattle prod for
the third time when Jennifer objected to being sodomized with the
enormous phallus. As usual, it had proved an effective tool: the
next night found Jennifer sitting on Tammy’s lap, riding the
greased plastic dildo up and down her anal passage. All the time
mauling her own breasts, moaning and whining like it was the best
thing she had ever felt.
By this time, the girls were regularly filming these little
training sessions. Jennifer didn’t object.
She didn’t dare.

Finally, a little over two weeks later, Tammy and Kim
decided that Jennifer was ready for work. As a prelude, Tammy set
up a ‘coming out’ party, inviting the boys from Phi Phi Phi to
witness the results of their hard work.
Mark was the first one to arrive. He was greeted at the door
by a vastly changed Jennifer. Not the clothing: she was still
wearing the same polyester miniskirt, pink top and high heels he
had last seen her in at the pool party. That was the same. But
everything else… it was like night and day. This Jennifer - the
one who opened the door - gazed up at him with wide, adoring
eyes. This Jennifer slowly ran her tongue over her thick, pouty
lips before asking him, in a deep, breathy voice: “Come in. Can
Jennie take your coat?” (Even now, Jennifer couldn’t help but
blush in helpless embarrassment at this final humiliation - Tammy
had decreed that she was no longer to refer to herself in the
first person.) This Jennifer flounced away, jacket in hand, with
her hips swinging back in forth in an inviting fashion. This was
not the president of the Concerned Students for Political
Correctness; this was one hot slut!
By the time the rest of the guys had arrived, Mark was
comfortably seated on a large chair in the common room. The new
Jennifer - Jennie she was called now, Jennie Fucktoy - had
greeted each one of the guests individually - some with long,
deep kisses - and was now busily serving drinks. An oriental
woman - must be Kim, he realized, remembering his conversations
with Tammy, from the club - was given a position of honour right
at the front of the room. Directly in front of the cleared area
that would serve as a makeshift stage, she would have the best
view of the upcoming show.
Finally, everything was ready. Jennifer was led out of the
room by the twins and Tammy walked to the front of the impromptu
stage and called loudly for attention.
“Ok everyone,” she called out. “Listen up.” The room quickly
fell silent. “Tonight,” she stated in a mock announcer’s voice,
“it is my pleasure to present BCN’s very own Campus Boy-Toy; our
very own sex bitch and pussy-sucker: Jennie Fucktoy!”
Lisa hit a switch, and the lights dimmed in the non-stage
portion of the room while a slow, raunchy blues number cranked up
through a pair of old speakers behind the stage. After a few
moments, Jennifer appeared on stage.
The new Jennifer.

Standing in the doorway behind the common room, Jennifer
felt like she was about to throw up. She had considered trying to
slip out the back, but Becky and Cindy were keeping a close eye
on her. And, of course, the threat of the cattle prod was a
potent one. She was simply unwilling to risk the cost of an
unsuccessful attempt to escape.
“…Jennie Fucktoy!”
Tammy had finished her spiel. The music had started up.
Showtime.
Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer took a deep breath and
walked onstage.

Mark hooted and hollered with the rest of them as Jennifer -
no; Jennie Fucktoy - appeared onstage. He couldn’t believe that
this was the same bitch who had given them so much grief on
campus over the last four years. This girl - this slut - walked
slowly towards the front of the stage; lips parted in an
appealing pout; long, sleek legs moving in time with the bass;
hips swinging… It was amazing. Was this the same anal retentive
Jennifer Watson who had crashed his party a couple of weeks ago?
He felt his cock harden as the bitch-slut on stage strutted her
stuff back and forth in time with the music…

Jennifer tried to ignore the cries and catcalls - the mad,
leering faces - as she went through the routine. She had been
through it a hundred times before, but never with an audience.
She felt her hardened nipples (thirty seconds of rubbing had done
it backstage) push against the front of her thin, pink top as she
strutted across the stage. Almost too late, she remembered to
lick her lips and smile at the audience…
The terrifying image of the cattle prod shot through her
mind…

Unbelievable! This Jennie Fucktoy or whatever they called
her was unfuckingbleievable. What a babe! She was presently
crouched down in the centre of the stage, legs spread and pussy
clearly visible between her thighs.
Mark reached down and began to stroke his cock.

Jennifer kept the technique of the strip tease in the
forefront of her mind, trying to ignore all else: straighten up,
twirl and bend (wiggle your ass); unfasten the top while back is
to the audience (smile over your shoulder); drop top, turn, push
breasts up, fondle (lick your lips and smile); let tits go,
wiggle back and forth to make them shake (moan and smile); reach
down and insert thumbs in waistband of miniskirt…

Tammy watched in satisfaction. It was going perfectly. The
boys were going wild as Jennie Fucktoy, now totally naked except
for the pumps, stretched her legs and ran her hands up and down
the outside of her pussy. Tammy had wanted to take it farther,
actually make her masturbate herself with the black dildo, but
Kim had turned down that idea: no penetration.
At least not in this state.
Finally, the show was over. The music faded and Jennie was
left standing, naked and glistening with sweat as the boys
laughed and cheered. Tammy glanced over at Kim who had quickly
stood up. The woman nodded at Tammy and walked past the panting
Jennie and into the kitchen. Tammy walked on stage, grabbed the
stunned Jennie by the arm, and dragged her, stumbling in the
pumps, back into the kitchen.

Kim had taken out a piece of paper and placed it on the
table beside a pen. Still naked, Jennifer stared blankly at the
paper. What did they want her to do?
Then Tammy began to speak: “It’s a contract,” she explained.
“Between you, me and Pussywillows. For your job.”
Confused, Jennifer glanced down at the paper. One particular
phrase jumped out at her. Three months. THREE MONTHS. She looked
over at the girl who held her by the arm. “T-Three months?” she
asked, still speaking in the low breathy voice. “I… Jennie
works three months?”
“Bimbo voice,” Tammy ordered.
Jennifer swallowed and repeated the question, this time in
high, ditzy voice.
This time Tammy nodded. “That’s right. After that, you’ll
have paid back the money we lost for the pool.”
It wasn’t much, but Jennifer grasped firmly at that small
bit of hope. There was an end in sight.
A way out.
Three months…
Hand shaking, she reached down and picked up the pen. It was
difficult to handle, as she was still unused to the long, bright
red nails that had been glued to her own fingernails, but she
managed to sign her name in a shaky scrawl. Tammy quickly grabbed
the pen and signed her own name. Kim, less anxiously, added her
own name to the document.
The oriental woman smiled in satisfaction as she pocketed
the pen. She looked over at Tammy who was openly grinning. “Have
her at the club by noon tomorrow.” That said, she turned and left
the room.
Tammy turned to Jennie. “Well Jennie,” she laughed. “You’re
all set. Just one more thing?”
Jennifer looked puzzled. What more could there possibly be?
Tammy gestured to the common room where the boys were still
clapping and cheering. “You’ve got an adoring audience to
satisfy,” she explained. Jennifer started to protest, but Tammy
just grabbed the older girl’s face and dragged it closer. “And,”
she continued, “if I hear of one complaint - just one guy who
thinks that you aren’t enjoying the gang banging you’re about to
get - you’ll spend the night with the cattle prod turned on to
full power and stuffed up your cunt. Do you understand?”
Jennifer nodded. What else could she do?
Laughing, Tammy jerked her around and shoved the hapless
girl back into the common room. The cheering rose to new
heights…

Kim Loo watched in satisfaction as her newest employee
looked around, slightly confused, at the murky inside of the
club. She didn’t look happy. And why should she? Pussywillows
wasn’t much to look at during the day: the florescent work lights
highlighted the same seediness that lent the nightclub a sense of
attractive danger when the lights were low. And besides, with the
attractions featured up on the catwalk, who noticed cheap formica
tables and cracked, fake leather seats?
Kim loved her job.
Particularly at moments like these, when some stuckup rich
young college bitch - the kind of bitch who had treated her and
her family like shit all her life - began her career as an
‘exotic dancer’. Most of them came more or less willingly,
needing money - often for drugs - or just being attracted to the
‘glamorous’ lifestyle. Indeed, there were plenty of girls around
willing to strip - or whatever - if the price was right. A
situation like this, however, with a girl like Jennifer, that was
the best.
Kim well remembered the events of the previous summer - the
picketing; the chanting students; the publicity… The chance to
pay back the leader of that particular episode was not one to be
missed. The possibilities…
Well.
Kim Loo straightened up and carefully wiped her face clean
of expression. It wouldn’t do to let the girls see her true
emotions; it would weaken her control over them if they realized
that the ‘dragon lady’ had feelings and emotions just like they
did. What would happen would happen.
“Here she is,” Tammy announced.
The blonde girl was leading her unresisting captive by the
arm while her three confederates trailed along behind. In her
other hand, held flat against her leg, was the cattle prod.
Needless to say, Jennifer had been well behaved on the trip over
from Bakersville. The four girls had taken turns getting their
pussies eaten out in the back of the car.
“Signed, sealed and delivered.” The short blonde girl gave a
shove, sending Jennifer stumbling forward. She was dressed in her
by now usual slutware: tight black skirt, thin top, four inch
heels and overdone makeup.
She looked frightened.
Perfect.
“Good,” Kim Loo said, emotionless as ever. “We will take her
from here.” She gestured to another girl who had just entered the
club. “Sue,” she ordered. “This is the new girl. Jennie. Show her
around and get her ready.” Sue, a statuesque blonde girl,
gestured for Jennifer to follow, but before Jennifer could obey,
Kim grabbed her tightly by her teased-up black hair and jerked
her face around.
“What do you say?” the oriental woman asked, voice calm.
Jennifer trembled for a moment, but then realized what was
required of her. “T-thank you Ms Loo,” she answered, still in the
low, sexy voice the girls had forced on her. The trainer nodded
in satisfaction and released Jennifer’s hair. Sue, smirking,
walked away and Jennifer followed. Kim was pleased to note that
the girl swung her hips widely back and forth in a sexy manner as
she walked. These girls had done some good work. Nevertheless…
“Is there anything more?” she asked, turning back to Tammy.
“Uhmm…” The blonde girl seemed momentarily at a loss.
“The… uh, money…”
“You will pick her up on Sunday morning and return her on
Tuesday morning,” Kim stated evenly. “That was the deal. Her
earnings each week will be waiting with her on Sunday. In cash.”
Tammy nodded. “Fine,” she said, backing away. “But you don’t
mind if we drop by just to… watch.” Tammy blushed slightly at
this last statement.
Inwardly, Kim sneered. “You may come whenever you wish,” she
answered, her tone revealing nothing of the contempt she felt for
these girls. She would like nothing better than to get control of
all of them… but, she had to be realistic.
Jennifer was enough.
For now.

As it happened, Susan Jacobs actually knew Jennifer. Not
well, but they had been classmates in their first year at BCN.
Beyond that, however, they had nothing in common. Jennifer’s
family was rich, whereas Sue, a tall blonde girl with large,
bouncing tits, had come from a poor family. In fact, she had at
first drifted into exotic dancing as a way of earning extra money
to help her through school. It had been so easy in the beginning:
a stag here, an out of town convention there… everything had
gone well until she had made the mistake of working a bachelor
party at which a fellow student attended. Word quickly got
around, and before long her life at the college was made a misery
of pinches, slaps, feels, sly looks and innuendo. By the end of
her first year at BCN, she was generally regarded with contempt
by the other students, ignored and ridiculed by the girls and
treated like a whore in open season by the guys.
She didn’t return for a second year.
The full time stripping just followed naturally afterwards.
She wouldn’t return home to admit defeat. Working in hamburger
joints just didn’t pay.
So what else was there?
Deep down, however, Sue felt a sick sort of contempt for
herself and the life she had chosen. A contempt she knew would be
shared by her friends and family back home if they were ever to
find out how low she’d sunk. The only excuse she had - the only
reason she could live with herself and what she had become - was
her family’s poverty. She made the best money she could, and
every week sent some of it home to her family. And that was why,
when faced with what she believed to be a rich slut like Jennifer
who didn’t have to strip for a living but instead chose to do it,
Sue quickly felt a deep and abiding hatred.
“This is the change room,” she explained roughly. “We do six
routines a night. All changes will be done here.”
The rich slut nodded.
Bitch.
Silently, Sue stalked down the short hallway to the stage
entrance. “This is the catwalk where you’ll do the show.” She
shoved open the door and walked onstage. Jennifer followed. The
catwalk was a long, thin stage with a row of footlights around
its perimeter. A shiny metal pole ran from the floor in the
centre of the stage to a slot in the ceiling.
Sue gestured to the rest of the club. “Between routines,”
she said, “you’ll be expected to ‘mingle’ with the customers.”
Jennifer looked puzzled. “Mingle?” she asked, in her low
sexy voice.
Sue sneered. As if the slut didn’t know. “Yeah,” she grunted
in response. “Mingle. You know: be friendly.”
Jennifer started to say something else, but before she could
figure out how to articulate it in words of less than two
syllables, the other girl had started to walk away. Jennifer
tried to frown, but it came out more of a pout as a result of the
way her face was made up. Sighing prettily, she flounced after
her guide, just as she had been trained to do. The tall blonde
led her through a opening at the back of the club and into a
short hallway with a series of doors. She walked to the last one
on the left and opened it.
“This is where you’ll be sleeping during the week,” she
announced. “When you’re not…”

Jennifer, looking around at the small, dingy room (really
nothing more than a large closet with a bed), stopped listening
as the other girl droned on. She felt like she was about to cry.
The clothes… the club… she had to get out of here!

“…tonight at nine.”
Sue stopped speaking and looked over at the new girl. “Do
you understand?”
Jennifer, interrupted from her thoughts of escape, quickly
nodded. One lesson she had learned well over the last few weeks
was that she must always to agree with whatever anybody said
about anything.
Just smile prettily and nod.
Sue wasn’t impressed. She just grunted and left the room.
Alone for the first time in hours, Jennifer sank down onto the
bed to relieve the pressure on her feet. She had become somewhat
proficient in getting around on the high heels, but her feet
always ached.
‘I’ve got to get out of here,’ she told herself.

*****

If there was one thing Butch Haskall knew well (by no means
a certainty), it was strip joints. And strippers. Or, as he and
his friends at the meat packing plant called them, peelers. And
this new girl - Jennie Fucktoy she called herself - was one the
best. He had sat spellbound through her first two shows, bleary
eyes wide and staring under a lank of thin, greasy hair, watching
appreciatively as she strutted her stuff in front of his
appreciative eyes.
Talk about new talent!
This babe was loaded with it.
He had been disappointed when she hadn’t appeared out in the
club after the first show, but he hadn’t given up hope. The other
girls came out, so he figured she would too. Sure enough, his
vigilance paid off soon after her second routine. There she was,
face and upper chest still covered with a faint sheen of
perspiration as she walked slowly out of the dressing room door.
Butch was there before she had taken two steps.

She had been surprised.
It hadn’t been nearly as bad as she had expected.
Humiliating, yes, but not as much as the strip tease she had been
forced to perform at the sorority house. Here, no one knew her.
She was anonymous. And the overdone slut makeup, so humiliating
and degrading, had acted as a kind of mask. Those laughing,
jeering men in the audience… they never really saw her. She was
just a thing, a piece of meat, fuel to light the guttering torch
of their fantasies. On stage, with the footlights creating a mere
lurching silhouette of the beer swilling crowd, she could imagine
herself above it all.
Pure.
Distant.
Untouchable.
“I’m Butch,” came a gravely voice from directly in front of
her. Startled from her thoughts, Jennifer looked up to see a fat,
thick-lipped man in a dirty jean jacket and baseball cap.
“Uhh…”
Mingle?
“I sure like your show,” he drawled, face creased by a wide,
gap-toothed grin. “Your tits are real nice.”
“Uhmm… thanks.” Jennifer fought to maintain a friendly
smile on her face. Kim had made it clear what would happen if
there were any complaints about her.
If possible, the man’s grin grew even wider.
“Buy you a drink?” he asked.

“Uhmm… thanks.”
Butch felt a wave of sheer lust surge through his body at
the sound of her voice. So deep and… and sexy. By god, she
sounded like she needed a good fucking right here and now. Still,
first things first.
“Buy you a drink?” he asked.

“I’d love that,” she answered.
Slowly, Jennifer was gaining confidence. She seemed to be in
control. This asshole was so much in lust with her he’d probably
do almost anything just to get her to sit with him.
What a jerk.
Maybe this wasn’t going to be as difficult as she’d thought.

Kim wandered back into the club. She’d stayed to catch
Jennifer’s first show - not bad for a beginner, but there had
been a few things that could be improved upon - and had then left
for dinner. She looked around the club, and her gaze immediately
fell upon the table where Jennifer sat with some fat geek in a
baseball cap.
Oh yes!
Try as she might, Kim was unable to keep the smile from her
lips as she approached the table. Time to tell the girl about the
other part of her job.

Jennifer started slightly as Kim appeared beside the table.
“Good evening,” the oriental greeted Butch, “I’m the manager
of this club. Are you having a good time?”
Butch nodded his head rapidly up and down. Was he ever!
Kim gestured at Jennifer. “Do you like her?”
“Yes ma’am,” came the answer. “I surely do.”
“Well… she’s quite the little slut,” Kim said, in a normal
tone of voice. “Aren’t you dear?”

Jennifer swallowed and fought down a cold wave of fear. “Yes
Ms Loo,” she answered, “I am a… a slut.” Kim just stared in
silence. Jennifer almost bolted in panic. What had she… Oh.
“Jennie,” she corrected herself, overdoing the sexy voice to make
up for her lapse, “is a slut. A hot little s-slut.” Sick to her
stomach, she looked over at Butch who was staring at her with his
mouth wide open.
“And how would Jennie like to fuck the nice man here?” Kim
asked. Jennifer felt her heart start pounding like it was going
to burst out of her chest.
A whore.
She was being turned into a whore!
She felt an intense wave of hatred at the thought of what
those girls had done to her. When she got out of here…
No.
“Oh yes,” she answered, giggling slightly. “I’d like that a
lot.”
Kim turned to Butch. “Normally,” she said, “I charge a
hundred for her. But just for tonight, you can have her for
twenty. Is that satisfactory?”
Once again, Butch’s head almost popped off from nodding so
hard. The fat man reached into the pocket of his greasy jean
jacket and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. Kim took his
money and then herded the two of them to Jennie’s workroom, with
its dingy little bed.
“Be quick now,” she called after them as she closed the
door, “she had to be back onstage in fifteen minutes.”

From the catwalk where she pushed her greased and shining
tits together for the pleasure of the cheering onlookers, Sue
Jacobs saw Jennifer disappear through the door with Butch.
‘Slut,’ she thought, spreading her legs and rubbing her
pussy up and down against the metal pole. Most girls didn’t start
turning tricks for at least a couple of months.

In the little bedroom, Jennifer’s training once again came
in handy as Butch trailed a thin line of drool down onto her
chest while he pumped his thick, greasy cock in and out of her
pussy. She’d managed to spend a few second rubbing her clit -
while Butch watched, eyes wide - before the actual sex, so it
wasn’t as painful as it might have been. Still, the bucking and
grinding… the moans of lust… the panting… the lips-
slightly-parted-tongue-poking-out look of lust as he mauled her
tits and rammed his cock in and out of her…
It was all training.

Kim had been certain that he wouldn’t last long, and she was
not proved wrong. Within ten minutes, Butch stumbled out of the
little room and staggered off towards the bar, no doubt to do a
little bragging. Well… let him. It wasn’t every day a
greaseball like him got to fuck a high class whore like Jennifer.
Kim entered the little room to find Jennifer sobbing on the
bed. Mercilessly, she reached down and slapped the girl sternly
across the face. “You’re on stage in five minutes,” she stated
angrily. “Get ready.”
Flushing red, Jennifer stumbled to her feet and scampered
out of the room.

Onstage a few minutes later, Jennifer no longer felt quite
so distant. Quite so untouchable. She now knew that the men out
there were not just passive observers; they had the right to buy
her and use her as they wished. She was up there on stage not for
entertainment, but as an advertisement.
She was a whore!
And, if she there had ever been the possibility of her
somehow forgetting that fact, the loud cheer that went up when -
after she had removed her shiny g-string and was crouched with
her legs spread wide - a thin, cold trickle of sperm dribbled out
of her pussy and trickled down her leg taught her otherwise.
She fought to hold back the tears.

Standing beside the bar, Kim smiled at the watcher’s
reaction as the glistening trail of sperm trickled out of
Jennifer’s spread pussy. Between that and Butch’s talking at the
bar, she had no doubt that Jennifer would turn out to be a very
busy, and profitable girl.
And on her first night, too.

*****

The interior of the club seemed dark and menacing in the
soft red glow of the exit light. Jennifer didn’t mind, though.
Tonight, the darkness was her friend. After three nights in this
hellhole - three nights of being forced to parade herself onstage
like some kind of cheap slut, and then endure in apparent
enthusiasm the endless stream of cocks - Jennifer was finally
escaping. During the course of the evening, she had managed to
leave a half-chewed piece of gum (Kim now had her chewing gum
constantly; she said it enhanced the ’slut’ image as well as
strengthened her jaw muscles and helped cover the ’sperm breath’
from swallowing so much cum) into the doorlatch, preventing it
from closing properly. Once out, she could go to the police
and…
“Going somewhere?”
Jennifer started. Who was it?
A figure moved slowly out of the shadows.
“Sue?” Jennifer no longer realized that she was talking in
the low, sexy voice. It had become a habit. “What…”
Sue smiled nastily. “I saw the little manoeuvre with the
gum,” she said quietly. “Figured you’d be trying to get out.”
Jennifer trembled. She knew the blonde girl hated her,
although she didn’t know why. If Sue gave the alarm…
“Now,” the tall stripper continued, “I’ve no problem with
you leaving. In fact, I’d prefer it. But I’d like a little favour
first.”
“F-favour?”
“Yeah.” Sue stepped a little closer. “All my life I’ve been
treated like shit by rich bitches like you. Now the shoe’s on the
other foot. You do what I say, or I’ll make sure you never get
out.”
Jennifer trembled. “What do you want?”
“Your lovely little slut’s mouth and tongue,” came the
answer. “In my pussy for starters… and then in my ass.”
“S-sue…” Jennifer started to whine, but the other girl was
firm.
“That’s right,” Sue repeated. “The only way you get out of
here tonight is to eat me out, front and back.”
She had no choice.
Shaking with fear, Jennifer fell to her knees in from of the
tall blonde. Sue was naked underneath her thin, cotton dressing
gown, so it was a simple matter to part the cloth and nuzzle her
mouth into the girl’s already wet pussy. Within moments,
Jennifer’s by now experienced tongue was hard at work, licking
and slurping busily. After her two weeks of daily pussy lapping
at the sorority, the smell and taste no longer bothered Jennifer.
She didn’t like it - in fact, she hated it - but it was by no
means as repulsive as is had been the first time.
Sue moaned as Jennifer’s experienced tongue did its work.
Involuntarily, the blonde girl grasped the back of the kneeling
girl’s head, and jerked her face harder and harder into her
sopping pussy. Jennifer gasped for breath, but continued licking.
The sooner Sue came, the sooner she could go.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Sue moaned.
“Mmmmm…” By now, Jennifer was able to moan and recite her
lust without missing a lap of the tongue. “I love your pussy… I
love to suck…”
“Bimbo voice,” Sue ordered.
Obediently, Jennifer giggled, tongue still buried deep in
the other girl’s pussy. “Tastes good,” she said in her high
pitched bimbo voice. “Nice pussy…”
Sue came… and came… and came…
Finally, just when it seemed like the orgasm would never
end, Sue shuddered one last time and opened her eyes. “Geez
Jennie,” she whispered, “you know your way around a girl’s
pussy.”
Jennifer blushed with shame, but it wasn’t visible in the
darkness. She started to climb to her feet, but Sue grabbed her
shoulder and held her down. “Don’t forget the second part,” she
warned.
Jennifer sank back to her knees, head hanging with
humiliation. Things kept getting worse. Still, it would be worth
it if she could just get out of here. Sue would end up in jail
with the rest of them.
Oblivious to her impending incarceration, Sue turned and
shoved her bare ass into Jennifer’s face. The kneeling girl tried
to pull away, but Sue reached back and grabbed two handfuls of
black hair. “Get sucking ass licker,” she ordered, pulling
tightly on the other girl’s hair. Jennifer moaned with pain, but
stuck her face inside Sue’s ass crack and, gagging slightly,
began to lick. The smell was horrendous, but she resolutely
forced her small, pink tongue of the girl’s anus and began
sucking. Almost immediately, she felt a warm, soft object slide
out towards her face.
“Mmmmm….” She tried to pull away, to cry out, to do
anything, but it was no use. The blonde girl had her firmly by
the hair. “That’s right you little Fucktoy,” Sue muttered,
squeezing her ass muscles. “Eat a little shit.”
Jennifer had no choice. The soft, squishy turd was forced up
against her face, lips and finally between her half-clenched
teeth. She gagged with revulsion at the taste, but couldn’t stop
it. It was either swallow or choke. Another turd came out… and
then another as she thrashed away, trying frantically to remove
her face from the other girl’s ass. Sue just laughed, holding the
smaller girl’s face in position until she had finished shitting.
Finally, it was over.
Sue released her hair, and she fell back onto the floor,
face and mouth covered with shit. Coughing and gasping, she
crawled to her knees as Sue walked slowly away, quickly
disappearing into the shadows. She wiped desperately away at the
filth with the back of her hand, but seemed to succeed only in
spreading it about her face.
“Jennie…”
Jennifer stopped wiping. It was Sue’s voice coming from
somewhere in the darkness. “You did your part, but you know how I
told you how I would let you go?”
Jennifer knelt in place, frozen in silent.
The lights clicked on.
“I lied.”
Standing around her, in what had been impenetrable darkness,
stood Kim… Lisa… Becky… Cindy… and Tammy.
With the cattle prod.
Face and hands covered with Sue’s shit, Jennifer fell back
onto the floor and began to cry.
“Well,” Tammy cooed, walking forward. “It looks like little
Jennie shit-face has a lesson to learn.”
The crying girl closed her eyes as the buzzing cattle prod -
surely set to full power - slowly descended towards her…

*****

The next three months went by in a blur of dancing and
fucking; dancing and sucking; dancing… Kim had finally settled
on the bimbo voice for the daytime and the slut voice for night,
and Jennie had all but forgotten what her normal voice sounded
like. Each weekend, the girls from the sorority showed up to
collect their pussy slave take the small envelope containing her
weekly earnings. Each weekend would be spent servicing her four
mistresses in every way they wished. Sometimes, Mark and a few of
the guys would come over, and Jennifer would serve them too,
showing off her newly developed fucking skills. Jennifer never
stopped hating it - hating it with a passion - but by the end of
the first month, she was almost looking forward to the weekend
stays at the sorority house. As well as the her duties and a
stripper and whore, Sue had decided that she liked the idea of
having her own little toilet slave. Jennifer had quickly become
intimately familiar with the inside of the other girl’s asshole,
all thoughts of rebellion having been crushed by the final
application of the cattle prod.
After a while, Sue began feeling generous and started
sharing Jennifer out among the other girls at the club. Most
mornings were spent servicing the other strippers, either their
pussies or - for a few of them - their asses.
Jennifer complained to Kim, but the oriental woman just
laughed. “Saves money on toilet paper,” she said.
And that was that.
By the end of the three months - Jennifer had kept track by
making small cuts in the side of the cheap wooden dresser -
Jennifer was so swollen with hatred and frustration that she felt
she would burst. The only thing that kept her going was the
thought of what she would do when the three month contract was
up.

Finally, that day arrived.
Right on schedule, Tammy showed up as Jennifer waited
expectantly in the daytime-empty club. At Kim’s insistence, she
had even done herself up special - for the last time, she vowed.
Dressed in the same tight polyester miniskirt and revealing pink
top in which she had begun her new career, she waited impatiently
to leave, her thick, red lips falling into their now habitual
pout as she chewed a thick wad of gum.
Tammy smiled when she saw Jennifer, but didn’t say anything.
Jennifer pouted back at her. ‘Just wait,’ she told herself.
The pudgy blonde girl walked over to the table where Kim was
sitting. She pulled a piece of paper - the contract - from her
purse and placed it down on the surface in front of the oriental
woman. Kim didn’t say anything; she just took out a pen and
signed.
Jennifer looked on, puzzled. What were they doing?
Tammy took the pen and then likewise signed.
Kim briefly read the paper and then nodded. “This is in
order. We’ve bought out the option.” With these words she handed
a thick envelope to Tammy. Tammy grinned down at her. “Should you
tell her?” she asked, “Or should I?”
Kim shrugged. “You tell her.”
Jennifer had had enough. “Tell me what?” she burbled in an
airheaded manner. “What’s going on? Jennie’s finished here.”
Sue, who had just entered the room, laughed.
“No,” Tammy grinned at her. “You’re not. Kim here just
bought out the option on the contract.”
“Option?” The room seemed to spin and Jennifer thought she
was going to faint. Sue walked closer and grabber her by the
elbow.
“Yes,” Tammy explained gleefully, “The three months was a
trial period. To see how they liked you.” She glanced down at
Kim. “Evidently they like you a lot. They’ve signed you for the
full seven years.”
Seven years. Jennifer tried to move away, but Sue’s grip was
iron.
“But you won’t be bored,” Tammy continued. “Pussywillows is
a chain. They’ve got clubs all across the country. You’ll get to
do all sorts of travelling.” Still smiling, the pudgy blonde girl
walked slowly forward until she was standing right in front of
the horrified Jennifer. “For the next seven years,” she said,
articulating slowly and carefully, “you’ll be stripping and
fucking your way from one side of America to another.”
Her words finally began to sink in.
“Noooo…”
“Quite an opportunity, I’d say,” Tammy joked.
“Tammy,” Jennifer cried, “you can’t…”
“Slut voice!” Tammy was suddenly stern. Immediately,
Jennifer’s voice deepened to a sexy purr.
“Please,” she breathed hoarsely, “don’t leave Jennie…”
“Bimbo voice,” Tammy said.
“Oh… don’t leave me,” Jennifer begged, voice high.
Tammy, however, ignored her pleadings. She turned and began
walking away.
“Nooo… you can’t… Please…”
“Oh.” Tammy stopped and turned. “This comes with the deal,”
she said, tossing a slender, metallic object to Kim. The oriental
woman caught it without standing.
It was the cattle prod.
Jennifer began to cry and scream - strangely appealing in
her new voice - but Kim just gestured to Sue to take the crying
girl backstage. Tammy’s last view of Jennifer was of her well
rounded ass, tightly packed into the polyester miniskirt,
swinging back and forth as the tall blonde stripper led her,
still crying, into a back room.

Outside, Tammy opened the door and sat down beside Lisa who
occupied the driver’s seat. The twins were in the back. “Well
girls,” she laughed, riffling the money from the envelope, “Time
for another pool party.”

Damn, but a woman in a dress always caught his eye, and the hose was a
nice touch He starts to harden.

The meeting in ‘Nooga had been nice. They sat and talked, sipping their
coffee, laughing like small children. The blowjob in the parking lot had
been a nice touch, but they both wanted more. And here she was, walking
in the joint like she owned it, sashaying her ass from side to side,
knowing how it would excite him. Didn’t she remember the load he blasted
down her throat just a few weeks before? How she came as he rubbed her
slutty little clit? Surely she knew the effect she was having on him.
For this she would have to pay… cocktease.

Dinner was pleasant, though both were in a hurry to move it along.
Finally the waitress brought the check, and they were free to go.

They walked to his car, which he had conveniently parked at the dark
corner of the lot. They got in, both sensing the building passion. They
began to kiss, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She resisted his
tongue, which just got him hotter. “Gonna play the hard to get type,
huh?” he thought to himself. HIs cock ached in his pants, it’s blue head
throbbing in its restraints, the thoughtfully placed cockring straining
to contain its primal fury.

She began moving her face from side to side, trying to break the kiss.
He began to caress her breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and
forefinger
through her flimsy bra. She roughly pushes his hand away,
telling him to stop. He laughs, knowing it’s way too late for that now.
He kisses her again, harder than before. She involuntarily gasps,
allowing his tongue deep into her throat. She almost cries out when he
rips her blouse open, allowing her generous melons to burst
forth. He literally rips her bra right off, and starts sucking and
biting her nipples.

Her cries now become more frantic “Stop, stop, oh please God stop!” But
it’s much too late for any pleading. She tries to struggle, but the more
she resists the more excited he becomes. That’s when she hears his
zipper work….

Immediately she fells his strong hand on the back of her head, Before
she has time to think, he has forced her head into his lap. She smells
his pungent manly odor, sees his cock, hard, purple, and shiny in the
moonlight. She turns her head, and he roughly grabs her chin, turning it
back towards his member, She tries to resist, but he is too strong.

“Suck it, bitch” he commands. “Fuck you” she replies, a response she
immediately regrets. He grabs her head in both hands now, quieting her
struggles with the leverage of his body. He forces his cock into her
mouth gagging her in the process. “Don’t bite it, cunt” he warns.

He’s in a rhythm now, moving his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking
her face. He watches, a perverse smile on his face, enjoying the fact he
is raping his date. The pace quickens, building to the inevitable.
Faster
and faster, harder and harder he thrusts. She feels his balls tighten,
smells the musk of his crotch, tastes the pre cum in her mouth.

He comes in a great rush, pumping her mouth full of cum. He still has
her face firmly planted on his member, so she has no choice but to
swallow.The pulsing of his cock finally subsides, and he lets go of her
head.

“Button your blouse, bitch” he says as he starts the car.
He drives to the motel where she is staying, in a room he paid for. They
don’t speak as the exit the car - she out of shock, he out of purpose.
He takes the key and opens the door, shoving her inside.

As soon as the door closes, he rips her dress from her body. The shock
of the cool air awakens her, and she again begins her futile attempts to
resist. He throws her on the bed, wrestling her to her back. She twists
to and fro, trying to throw the bigger and stronger man off of her. His
breathing becomes rapid and heavy, his eyes alight with excitement. He
cuts her panties off with the small knife on his keychain, and then
places her fuck me heels at head level, pinning he rams to the mattress,
He thrusts his cock savagely into her pussy, pounding out a violent
fuck, impaling her with his fuckstick. Her pussy is wet with the desire
she refuses to admit, her body literally shakes with pleasure.

She frees a hand and tries to push him off, but he merely rolls her over
onto her stomach. He pins her flat against the bed, his weight holding
her in place as he places his manhood against her asshole. One thrust
and her ass is on fire, his fucking is now totally animal like,primitive
and dominant.
Unbelievably, she reaches back and begins to rub her clit, hard and with
purpose. She takes his cock up her ass for what seems like hours, unable
to move with his presence on her back. His movement quickens, and he
garbs her hair, pulling her head up. He comes in a blinding moment,
filling her aching ass with a mother lode of cum. She comes at the same
time, and falls limply back to the bed. “At last, it is over” she
thinks.

She hears him in the bathroom, and the sound of running water lulls her
to sleep… until he grabs her head, and she opens her eyes to his one
eyed monster, and it begins anew…………..