David and Helena were married for 5 years. They had their problems over the years, but they always worked it out. He was a 27 year old average guy, slim, but not to muscular (sure he went to the gym, but only to feel good about himself), with black hair and brown eyes). Helena did no exercise, but she had a good body, one she had naturally: Very good legs, round and full ass and C breasts. She wasnt stunningly beautifull, but with her red, long hair and her manners, she was sensual.

One day, like any other day, they were living their normal lives: sitting in the couch, watching TV. They ordered piza, because Helena didnt feel like cooking. There was a knock on the door. David got up and went to the door. There stood a young boy, helding in his hands the piza they had asked for. David payed him, and close the door.

-         Honey the piza is here.

-         Good, I´m starving.

There was another knock on the door.

-         Argh, I hope its not because of the tip – said David, handing the piza to his wife and going again to the door.

As he was openning it, someone push it hard. It hit him in the head and he fell to the ground.

-         Peter?! – he heard his wife saying?

-         Peter?! – again.

And then there was full darkness. He woke up, pain washing over him and he moaned. He tried to open his eyes and saw his wife naked on the bed of their bedroom. He didnt remember going there. The wine was strong, David thought. And then he remembered the door and realised he was siting in a chair with his hands tied behind him. He saw someone move from the corner of his eye. There were two huge men and one woman he didnt knew.

-         Look who is back from the dead. – Said the woman, in a low, sexy tone.

-         Peter! – Screamed his wife.

-         What is this? – Demanded David to the strangers.

-         You two are going to have the experience of your lives – Said the seductive woman.

One of the men began to strip, revealing a muscular body. He moved towards Helena. She screamed and crawled to the back of the bed.

-         Dont you touch her! – Roared David, trying to get free.

-         I dont think so... – The woman was poiting a gun at him. All David´s nerve was gone and he stopped.

The naked man began to touch his wife, pulling her hair and fondling her breasts. Helena was crying and begging.

-         David! Please do something!

David looked to the woman, who had still the gun pointing at him. He felt powerless, he couldnt do anything to protect the woman he had swore to protect. The woman had black as night hair, full lips and provocative eyes. She walked to David and he realised she had a good body, not leaving much for imagination, wearing a black mini-skirt, black shirt that revealed lot of cleavage and black boots proper for a whore.

-         Lets have some fun you and me. – She said, stradling him. He could feel her intoxicating perfume. His wife screamed one more time, breaking the spell. David saw that the naked man had his hand between her legs, forcing his fingers inside of her. The other one aproached.

-         Take my pants off! – He ordered.

-         Noo... – she whimped, receiving a slap on the face. That was enough and she begun to take his pants and underwear off. His hard cock sprang out of the confined place. It looked like 7 inches.

-         Take it slut.

With tears streaming down her face, she took his cock in her hand and began to stroke him, while the other had now his tongue eating her out, pulling her legs wide open with his hands.

-         Why are you doing this? – Asked David to the woman, desperate to do something, but enable do react. She leaned over and bit his ear.

-         Because its fun... – She whispered, sending shivers trough his body. She began to dry humping him with slow movements, and rubing herself all over him. He began to feel dizy and confused. He was scared and angry, but he was a man, and he had a gorgeous, sexy woman driving his instincts wild. He began to become hard and he was sure she was feeling it. Like she had read his thoughts, she smiled and put the gun away.

-         My, my... I guess i´m not the only one liking this. – She slide off of him and began to take off his boxers. David´s cock was hardening, but not fully erect. She put her face to his cock, feeling his legs with her smooth hands. His breathing increased. One of her hand moved up to his balls and fondled him, while stroking him with the other.

-         Stop that! Please!

-         David! – Helena exclaimed with what she was seeing. Shame washed over him, but one of the men interrupted the moment by shoving his cock in her mouth.

-         Suck it good bitch, or i´ll cut you in pieces.

David felt revolted, but that damned mouth on his cock felt too good. He couldnt resist it and closed his eyes so not to see his wife being violated. He leaned back and got lost in the almost fordiden fealing. The stranger´s mouth and hands were driving him crazy. He didnt care about his wife, he just wanted to cum, he was reduced to a simple animal.

-         No! No! Please no!

David opened his eyes and saw one men positioning between his wife´s legs. In his state of arousal, the only thing David thought was “fuck that bitch”.

-         No! That hurts! Stop please! – and the stranger penetrate her with one swift and rough lunge. Helena screamed, crying, begging, hitting hopelessly in the stranger´s arms, while the other one stood there watching. His view was blocked when the sensual woman stood up and stradled him again.

-         Do you like watching your wife get raped? – She whispered in his ear, letting him watch the stranger fuck Helena. – Is that why you are hard? Tell me... do youlike to watch it? – she asked sliding her hand down and stroking his cock.

-         Yes! – And as he said that, she put his cock at the entrance of her pussy and took all the 7 inches.

-         Ahh – David moaned in pleasure.

The woman started riding him slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He felt her kiss his neck. He wanted to grab her and fuck her hard, but she just kept moving up and down in slow motions. David could see what was happening in the bed. One of the men was still fucking her hard. He could ear their bodies slaping. Suddendly, with all the screams and beggings, Helena let go a moan. The other men put his cock by her mouth and she oppened it without being asked.

-         Did I hear a moan escaping you wife´s sucking lips? – asked the woman.

Yes, David hadnt imagined it. Helena was enjoying the rape.

-         She is a whore isnt she? – asked again the woman. – Yeah, she is a bitch. Tell me she is a whore. – She demanded and starting to ride him hard. No! His wife wasnt a whore! – Say it! – and then he heard Helena moaning again.

-         Yes! She is a whore – he whispered.

-         Louder.

-         She is a fucking whore! – he said

-         Tell them to fuck the whore!

She was fucking him hard now, going all the way up and then coming down with all her force. Her pussy was gipping his cock and if felt fucking good.

-         Fuck her! Fucking that fucking whore!

-         Good boy – said the woman. She took her breast out of the cleavage and didnt even need to say anything. David began to suck her nipples while she grabbed his hair. – Ah yeah... you have a nice cock...

David heard one man talking to his wife

-         You like this, dont you bitch?

David Stopped sucking the woman´s breasts and looked. His wife was now jacking off one of the guys while sucking him and, with the other hand, was grabing the ass of her other rapist, pushing him deeper into her. Her pussy was receiving a merciless pounding.

-         YES... fuck me! Oh god, fuck me harder! Yes... yes... i´m gonna cum... ohh fuck!

One of them cummed in that moment in her face and David could tell by the guy´s movement that the other one was coming in his wife´s pussy. The woman riding him didnt stop. She was moaning loud pulling at his hair.

-         Do you like seeing your wife getting fucked?

-         Yes!

-         Cum in me baby! Cum with me!

-         Oh yeah! – He finnaly got free of the ropes. He grabbed her hips with his hands and started to fuck her back.

-         Oh yeah baby! Thats it! Cum in me! Cum in me now! Say it!

-         I´m gonna cum in your pussy!

-         Say it to your wife.

He looked to Helena and their eyes met. She was in all fours, getting fucked from behind, with her mouth oppen in a loudless scream of pleasure.

-         I´m gonna cum in her! – He said to his wife.- I´m gonna fucking cum now, you bitch!

-         Ah, yes! – He could feel the woman juices and her pussy contracting. She was having an orgasm with his cock inside of her. And that was it for him. He started coming in her, filling her pussy.

It crouched behind a large tool cabinet and got ready to grab Mikaela. As she rounded the corner, it leaped out, grabbing her the shoulders and pinning her to the ground. Mikaela screamed, but there was no one around to hear. She frantically thrashed her arms and legs around, trying to get free, but to no avail.

The decepticon laughed at her efforts to get free. It then extended its “tongue”, which had a razor sharp knife on the end. Mikaela trembled as it used the knife to cut her halter-top and short shorts off. It then proceeded to cut her bra and panties off, leaving her with just her boots on.

The decepticon then retracted it tongue-knife and extended two small arms with fingers on the ends and used these to alternately grab, pinch, and twist Mikaela's nipples. Even though this was happening against her will, Mikaela felt herself getting excited and her pussy getting damp.

Sensing this, the decepticon smiled and extended a long, segmented arm from its midsection. The tip of the arm was rounded, making it look almost like a weird dildo. The decepticon proceeded to thrust this arm as far as it would go into Mikaela's now soaked pussy.

When it did this, at first it caused Mikaela pain, but as the decepticon withdrew the arm and then began pounding her pussy mercilessly with it, the pain became pleasure, which soon became intense pleasure.

Soon Mikaela was screaming, “Oh,yes; oh yes, ohhh yesss!!!” and “ Yes, yes; abuse my pussy!!” As the decepticon continued to fuck her and she had orgasm after orgasm. Finally, after hours of merciless fucking, the decepticon withdrew its arm from Mikaela's very well-fucked pussy.

As it turned to leave, the decepticon said, “I am Dildar and I came to Earth for one reason; to study the human female. My first study was a great success!”

As Dildar went out the door, Mikaela breathed, “Thank-you Dildar, for the best fuck ever!” Then she wondered why no one had heard her and why no one was in the shop. Then she realized that it was Saturday and the shop was closed!

Smiling to herself, she closed and locked the garage door and locked up the rest of her business. Then she rode her motorcycle home naked, pussy juice still running down her legs and getting all over her motorcycle, and she planned to let it dry there!

When she got home, she stuck her finger in her still very wet pussy, brought it to her mouth and sucked her juices off. She decided that she was definitely not going to tell Sam or the Autobots about this new Decepticon! But maybe she would tell her girlfriends to look out for the best fuck of their life!

"Dave.....Oooh! Please stop!" I cried, "Please don't punish me this way!  Ow....!  Please stop!"

 

I headed to the washroom and Cindy entered the store we had been standing in front of. I walked past the masses of people streaming by me on a Saturday afternoon out for leisurely afternoon at the mall. I arrived at the washroom and pushed the door open. I walked into the bathroom and walked through the privacy hall. I turned the corner and the bathroom stalls appeared. The washroom seemed to be pretty empty for being a women’s washroom with no one standing in line, washing their hands at the counter or even the sound of urine trickling into the toilets.

 

Happy to see no line up I hurried to one of the bathroom stalls and pushed open the door. I took a look down at the toilet seat to see if it was clean. The seat looked to be clean and the water inside the toilet also looked clean. So I turned and shut the stall door behind me. Like always I grabbed several pieces of toilet paper and carefully spread them out a crossed the entire surface of the black toilet seat. I lowered my tight fitting jeans and my lacey yellow underwear and began my business on the toilet seat; making sure not even an inch of my body touched the toilet seat, all the while holding my purse in my hand not wanting to get it dirty on the floor.

 

With my bladder seeming satisfied with being emptied, I stood up and pulled up my pants. I turned and bent over flushing the toilet. I turned around again and unlock the bathroom stall door. As I slowly swung the open; it still appeared that the bathroom was empty and I began to step out in the bathroom.

 

As I entered the doorway of the stall I could a glimpse of someone standing to the left of the stall. I turned my head as I came out of the doorway and got a full glimpse of who was standing there. I fully expected it to be women standing there, but to my shock and disbelief it was man! I began to say to the man, “What are you doing in here?”

 

Before any words could come out though, he lunged forward pushing me with his right hand back into the stall while using his left hand to cover my mouth. My purse fell as the man pushed me against the door of the stall and his left hand covered my mouth, pining my head against the door. I continued to struggle but he over powered me. With his right hand he spun me around roughly against his body and briefly took his hand from my mouth before putting it back over it again. He pulled me tightly to his body with only his right arm and shoved me further into the bathroom stall. He bent me slightly forward, still with me struggling and kicked the stall door shut with his left foot. He jerked me upright again, pulling my head against his shoulder. He whispered in my right ear, “Cooperate and you won’t get hurt! You scream or you fight you’ll regret this!”

 

I stood, held tightly against his body, quivering in fear waiting to hear what he would say next, hoping he only wanted money. “Do you understand what I just said?” he asked in an assertive voice. I nodded my head yes in response. “Good!” he said as his grip around my mouth loosened slowly. He slowly withdrew his hand from around my head and jerked me around facing the bathroom door. He pushed the stall door closed and locked it. He then turned me around again facing the toilet.

 

“Now all I want you to do is take off your pants!” he said quietly. I remained silent for a moment with horrifying thoughts of this man raping me in the bathroom stall. I quietly replied to him, “No!” Within a second of my answer I found myself being thrown against the left side of the bathroom stall. The man firmly held onto my waist as he through me into the wall and then pinned his upper body against mine. His left arm once again found itself wrapped around my head; again covering my mouth and pinning my head against the wall awkwardly.

 

He leaned his head forward against the side of my face and whispered in my ear, “You see what happens when you don’t cooperate?” He paused for a moment before whispering again to me, “Your pants are coming off one way or another! I don’t think you want me to have to rip them off or else I’m going to be a very angry man! And if I’m an angry man you’re going to be sore for a long time! So are you going to take off your pants like a good little girl?” The man lifted his hand from my mouth just enough so I could speak.

 

I was scared and desperate to get out of the situation and pondered for a moment about what I was going to do. Finally I answered, “What if I’m a virgin?” The man remained silent for a moment and then spoke into my ear again, “Even better for me! I’ll just have to be that much gentler, if you cooperate! But I don’t think you’re a virgin though. A hot little number like you? You can’t be! You must have thousands of men lined up at your door to fuck a hot little bitch like you!”

 

My heart sank as I realized that my ploy didn’t work as he saw right through it. It wasn’t surprising really as I had already lost my virginity and I was in my mid twenties.

“Now are you going to cooperate?” he asked again, “This is the last time I’m going to ask!” I paused for another moment thinking about the alternatives for the situation and then swallowed hard as I answered, “Yes.” As I submitted to his demands tears began to fill my eyes and his grip around my face was removed.

 

            I felt the weight of his upper body remove from mine and his right arm pulling me off of the bathroom stall wall as he backed up. His right arm released me from his grip and I stood frozen in shock and freight with my back to him. “Turn around!” he ordered quietly. I did as he said and turned around as the first tear rolled down my left cheek. “Take off your pants!” he ordered again. I reluctantly undid the button on my pants and slowly undid the zipper, revealing my yellow underwear beneath. I couldn’t possibly look this stranger in the eye but I knew as I undressed his eyes stared at his new toy. Slowly pulled down my underwear and jeans to my ankles and stood up again. “All the way!” he barked. I once again bent down and was forced to remove my shoes to get off my pants and underwear. With my pants off I went to place my shoes back on my feet as not to get myself anymore dirty than I had to. “Leave them off!” the man spoke up again.

 

            Not wanting anymore trouble with the man I stood up with only my shirt and socks covering my body. I continued to stare at the floor and wiping the tears from my eyes as the man stared at my nether region, fully exposed for him to see. We both stood silent for a moment until the man stepped forward and whispered into my ear, “I love a women who keeps herself clean down there. Just for that I won’t be as rough down there like I usually am like on those old whores who never shave down there!” “Great!” I thought to myself, “You’re real nice!” Expecting the next step to be raping me I started to turn around. His right hand grabbed my left arm and twisted me back around. “Not so fast, take off your shirt!” Wishing that this would hurry up and end I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on top of my pants already on the floor. “Your bra to!” he said. Reluctantly, I reached behind my back and unhooked my lacey black bra. I pulled the straps from my shoulders and my breasts fell free. I dropped my bra on the pile and just stood there as the man looked me over.

 

            As I looked toward the ground the man grabbed his shirt and dropped it to the ground. He man leaned forward again and whispered in my ear, “Your body is amazing! Now undo my pants and look at mine!”

 

            I felt disgusted at the prospect of having to undo his pants, assisting in my own rape. I reluctantly undid the button to his jeans and then his zipper, revealing his white briefs underneath. “Pull them down!” he chirped. Even more disgusted now I pulled down his underwear and pants at the same time. As I pulled down his underwear his penis started to appear. It tried not looking at it but it was impossible to ignore it as it popped out, freed from its prison. As I knelt down to remove his pants, his cock dangled in front of me, taughting me. Is he removed his legs from the pants his semi erect cock swung about in front of my face.

 

With his pants removed, I began to stand up but was stopped by the man. “How does it look?” he quizzed. I kept my eyes peeled to the floor until he took his hand and raised my chin. “How does it look?” he asked again. Forced to look at his penis now, my eyes looked it over, to see what was going in me. His cock only semi erect was still fairly small in length but was the thickest cock in had ever seen. It must have been almost two inches wide with only half of an erection. The man was uncircumcised and most of the skin still covered the head of his thick penis. The mans testicles hung fairly low from his body and the majority of his pubic hair was shaven back in his crotch.

 

“How does it look?” the man asked again. “Good!” I replied hearing a more serious tone in his voice. “Stroke my cock!” he demanded quietly. Slowly I brought my right hand up and grapes a hold of his thick member and started to slowly jerk him off with my hand. As I jerked him off I could feel his cock growing bigger and getting harder. For certain his cock was the thickest I’d had ever seen as it grew even wider as his erection grew. The length of his cock however was a different story thought as it had only grown to about five and a half inches.

 

“Stand up!” he said. I did as he said and stood in front of him. He grabbed my left arm and turned my around facing the toilet and then said, “Bend over!” I bent slightly over at the waist, spreading my legs partially and supported myself with my hands resting on my thighs. I looked over my shoulder and saw the man move towards me. I felt his hips crash into my buttocks and his hands forcefully bend me down over the toilet. I quickly planted my hands on the black toilet seat so I didn’t fall forward and felt disgusted that my hands had just touched who knows what on the toilet seat.

 

With his naked hips buried into my butt cheeks he bent over top of me and reached under me. I could feel his hand go between my legs and reach for his cock. I felt his feet tap my leg so I would open further. I slowly spread my legs further apart and then felt the touch of meaty flesh touch my pussy lips.

 

I felt the man wiggle his dick in between my pussy lips and then he removed his hand from between my legs and thrust forward into my butt checks. I felt my lips spread more as his cock bored deeper into my pussy. I felt the weight of his upper body lift from my back; his hands plant themselves on my hips and then felt the man slowly push himself deeper into my pussy.

 

I felt my vagina start to stretch as the full thickness of his cock entered me. He pulled out and thrust in again, causing pain to shoot through my body as my pussy stretched to new lengths. “Ahhh!” I whimpered in pain and tears filled my eyes. The man thrust out and back in again, digging deeper into my pussy and stretching it even more causing me to whimper again quietly. I could feel him getting deeper in each time he thrust in. I could feel my vagina widen as his thick meat pushed its way in.

 

In and out he went several times until I felt his balls softly bang against my body. I felt a sense of relief that he couldn’t stuff anymore of himself in me. With his cock in seemingly deep as it could go I felt him pull back and then thrust in again, harder this time. His hips slapped against my buttocks and his balls bounced off of my pussy. “Ahhh!” I whimpered out again as pain rushed through my body again from such a forceful thrust. He pulled back again and thrust in hard again. “Ahhh!” I exclaimed again as my pussy expanded in pain.

 

In and out, in and out he went, every time causing me to verbally explode in pain as I grimaced from his thick member penetrating my pussy. The pace increased as he got into a rhythm and our bodies rocked backed on forth. Each time the sound of his hips slapping against my butt and his balls smacking off of my vagina.

He then suddenly stopped and pulled himself from out of my throbbing pussy. He turned me around and shoved me down onto the toilet. Confused about what he was doing I sat on the seat of the toilet hoping this was the end. Instead he pushed me gently back on the toilet seat and grabbed my legs. As my legs rouse up in the air and my body leaned back further towards the toilet I remember seeing his thick erect cock shinning in the light, coated with fluid.

 

Suddenly the man jerked me horizontally a crossed the toilet seat, leaving me hanging over the open toilet bowl on my back. The man got down on his knees and crawled back in between my legs being held in the air. I felt his cock dangle back and forth across my pussy and then I felt him push it back in again. As I looked down between my legs and saw his thick cock slowly disappear into my pussy as he pushed in and then reappear as it came out again. He thrust in and out as I watched helplessly with my legs in the air. He only thrust in and out of me for a few moments and then changed our position again.

 

The man stood up and grabbed a hold of my thighs. He roughly jerked my hips into the air causing my head to slide further into the center toilet, allowing the ends of my hair to fall into the water of the toilet. I reached back and pulled my hair out from the toilet bowl as the man spread my legs and bent down over me. He then lowered himself down to my pussy and began thrust in and out of me again, this time from above.

 

As he drove himself in my thighs pushed against his hands holding my hips in the air.  As he pushed himself in and out I could see my pussy lips stretching back and forth around his thick. Again within only a few pumps into my pussy he changed our position again.

 

He stood up and pulled me up from my precarious position. He then sat down on top of the toilet seat and leaned back. He pulled me down on top of him and forced his cock back up into me. He made me bounce up and down on his thick rod. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the air of the empty bathroom.

 

Then I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps walk across the floor. The man pulled me back against his body with his cock still stuck inside of me and said to me, “Don’t make a peep!” I didn’t move as we listened to the footsteps on the floor and then followed by a voice, “Alice! Are you in here?” It was Cindy!

 

The man must have seen me perk up and said to me, “If that’s your friend, answer her. You’re alright.” With his instructions I answered back to Cindy, “Yeah, I’m in here!” “Are you alright?” she asked. As I sat on top of the man I could feel his erection starting to fade. “I’m alright!” I answered reluctantly. “I thought there might be something wrong seeing you’re taking so long?” she said. “No, I’m alright!” I replied. “Ok!” she replied, “I’ll be waiting at the store then!” “Ok!” I replied.

 

We listened as Cindy walked across the floor and out the door. The man then suddenly pushed me off of him and he stood up behind me. “Get down on your knees and bend over the toilet!” he said. I followed his orders and kneeled over the toilet.

 

The man got behind me and spread my legs as he climbed in between them. I could feel his cock poke my pussy again and then separate my lips. I felt forcefully drive his hips into me and roughly drive his thick penis into my throbbing cunt. He quickly began driving himself back and forth deep into my pussy. As his hips crashed into my body I was sent flying forward over the toilet and then pushed back as he withdrew. Over and over her thrust abusively into my stretched and ravaged pussy. He grabbed my hair and pulled it towards him like he was riding me like a horse. Thrust after painful thrust in fucked my pussy.

 

Then finally he pulled my hair tight and smashed his hips into my ass. Tears filled my eyes as his penis exploded inside me, filling me full of his seed. As he shot his load into me I could feel his thick member gyrate as wave after wave of cum my pussy. With his load now emptied inside me he thrust in gently, back and forth. Milking me for everything I was worth.

 

He then withdrew his thick cock from me and told me not to move. I looked behind me with tears falling down my cheeks to see the man getting dressed. The man then climbed back over and whispered in my ear, “Thanks for the fuck!”

 

He then opened the door to the stall and I heard the bathroom door open as he exited. I climbed from my knees and surveyed the damage he had done to pussy. My pussy throbbed from being stretch so far and my pussy lips were fairly red from the friction of his cock. I also had some of his cum leaking out from my ravaged pussy.

 

So I cleaned myself up and left the bathroom. I acted as nothing happened in the bathroom but on the inside I knew I was a changed woman. I won’t know how changed of a woman I actually was until years later when I met that same man again.

 

            Her head jerked around at the sound of footsteps. She listened intently, trying to discern where they were. Are they coming this way? she wondered. If so, would that be good? Maybe they could help her. Or maybe they were the ones who’d put her here. She whimpered again, this time in indecision. An eerie squeak sounded high and painful against her ears. The footsteps grew nearer.

            “Hey, baby, you awake yet?” someone whispered to her.

            She was terrified of what was about to happen and kept her silence. Then she felt the hands. Hands slid over her waist then up her body. She was shaking convulsively. A whimper escaped her again.

            “Yeah, I thought so,” he whispered, his breath hot against her cool skin. “It’s time!” he called.

            More footsteps shuffled into the room around her. How many? She couldn’t tell. Suddenly, hands roamed all over her body. There were so many hands, everywhere at once it seemed.

            “Please,” she whimpered.

            “Please, what, baby? You want us to do more?” he asked.

            “No, please. Stop. Please,” she begged.

            “But we’re just getting started, baby.”

            She heard him laugh then the others – God, how many were there? – joined in.

They all laughed at her as their hands roamed over her. She squirmed around trying to get away from them but the rope she hung from only allowed her to twist and sway. Their groping hands always found her. Tears sprang from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, still the hands ran over her body.

            She whimpered again when she felt the first one kiss her neck. It wasn’t long until they all became bold and their lips were all over her just like their hands. She jerked away from one only to bump into another. Her tears were flowing freely now as she sobbed openly. She tried to kick out at them but she couldn’t see to aim her kicks properly so they easily avoided her.

            “Are you ready for us, baby?” the same one asked.

            She felt hands grab her legs and hold her fast. A scream erupted from her throat when she felt hands opening her jeans. He laughed as he slid his hands under her shirt.

            “We like screamers, baby. That makes it even more fun.”

            When she tried to jerk away the ones holding her legs tightened their grip. She was trapped. His hands found their way to her face and slid down to her throat.

            “No. No, please, no,” she moaned.

            He gripped the sides of her shirt and gave a hard jerk down, ripping open her shirt and causing buttons to fly around the room. She screamed and jerked again when she felt the cold air hit her exposed skin. He laughed as he slid his hands up and down her bare sides.

            “I guess it’s a good thing I have a sharp knife with me, isn’t it?” he whispered to her.

            She felt cold metal against her skin as he slit the arms of her shirt then let the ruined garment fall from her body. The others whooped and hollered while she screamed. The metal tip of his blade was against her skin again.

            “No, I think the jeans first,” he announced, pulling the knife away.

            The ones holding her legs released their grip and she felt her jeans start a slow slide down her legs until she felt them slip off her bare feet. Her screams filled the air again. The hands were all over her exposed skin, running all over her body again. She shivered but she didn’t know if it was from the cold air or from the hands on her skin. She struggled to pull away from them but they were everywhere.

            “Yeah, you’re a hot one, baby.”

            She felt the cold metal of his blade on her belly. The hands retreated into the darkness. The blade slowly traveled up her body, stopping as it reached the cleft between her breasts. He lifted it over the impediment then continued to slide it over her skin. She felt it slide up to her right shoulder and rest against the strap of her bra there.

            “I don’t think you need this anymore, baby,” he whispered into her ear just before she felt the knife slit the strap.

            She whimpered. The knife slowly slid across her chest to her left shoulder and slit the strap resting there. His fingers crawled up her back to the clasp and quickly undid it. Her bra fell to the floor. The crowd around her cheered loudly.

            His knife slid down her belly and slowly moved to her left leg. She felt it slide under the leg of her panties. He flipped the blade and slit the thing material of her underwear. Within seconds, he slit the remaining side and let the ruined panties fall to the ground amid cheers, leaving her hanging completely naked before them. The hands quickly covered her body again.

            “We’ve got all kinds of things planned for you, baby,” he whispered into her ear as his hands slid over her nakedness.

            When Ren awoke the next morning she was surprised to find she was well rested. She sat up and drew in a deep breath. Her stomach rumbled when she recognized the smells of eggs, bacon and sausage. She climbed from the bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She slipped the shirt back on when she climbed from the shower then toweled her hair dry. When she opened the bedroom door the smells of breakfast assaulted her, making her hurry toward the dining room. She slid to a stop when she saw several covered trays sitting along a buffet and a lone plate on the table. Michael was nowhere in sight.

            She was surprised at the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach when she realized he wouldn’t be joining her for breakfast. She picked up the plate and dished food onto it. Suddenly, she wasn’t so hungry anymore. Sitting down at the table she realized she hadn’t gotten anything to drink. She got up and headed for the kitchen. Even though there was a pot of coffee sitting on the buffet she wanted something cold. Perhaps there would be juice in the refrigerator. She found a glass and some orange juice then returned to her lonely meal. Eating in silence she quickly finished her meal, gathered her dishes and carried them to the kitchen. She was rinsing them when Michael found her.

            “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked as he put a coffee cup into the dishwasher.

            “Yes, actually.”

            “Good.”

            “Michael,” she called to him when he turned to leave. He stopped and turned back to her. “I’m sorry about last night. I was nasty and then I over reacted. I’m sorry.”

            He tilted his head to the side as he stared at her.

            “I think we both were tired and over reacted. I apologize. Perhaps today will be better.” He turned and started through the door again then stopped and said over his shoulder, “I’ve asked Amy to bring up some clothes for you.”

            “Thank you,” she whispered.

            He disappeared before she could say anything else.

            She wandered through the suite and ended up in the living room. Glancing through the CDs stacked neatly next to the stereo she chose one and inserted it. Music softly filtered through the speakers as she again wandered around the room. She stopped in front of a large bookcase and stared at the titles. The range surprised her. He had everything from the classics to contemporary mysteries. There were also several biographies and autobiographies and what looked like educational, true-account type books.

            “Feel free to read any you’d like,” he said.

            She jumped at the sound of his voice. She hadn’t heard his approach and didn’t know he was in the room. Slowly, she turned to face him.

            “Thank you.” She felt emboldened by his smile. “Are you finished working or just taking a break?”

            “Actually, Amy’s on her way up. I came out to meet her.”

            “Oh. Should I…?” she motioned toward the hallway awkwardly.

            “No. You don’t need to hide.” He smiled again. “She’s bringing clothes for you. I’ll meet with her after that.”

            “Oh.” She turned back to the bookshelves to hide her embarrassment from him.

            She flinched when she heard a soft knock at the door. Michael opened it and invited a woman in. Ren recognized the voice from the previous day. She was the young woman who’d tried to comfort her then, when that didn’t work, had brought Michael into the room where they had chained Ren to the wall.

            “Ren?”

            She turned when she realized Michael was talking to her.

            “I’m sorry?”

            “Do you want to put these away?” Michael asked, motioning to a large box sitting in the floor between him and Amy.

            “Sure.”

            He nodded and picked up the box. He carried it down the hall and put it in the room she was using then headed for his office, followed closely by Amy. Ren went into the bedroom to sort through the clothes while Michael met with his assistant.

            “Is there anything going on that I need to be aware of?” Michael asked as he closed the door to the office.

            He retreated to the chair behind the desk while Amy took her normal seat in front of the desk.

            “No, you’re up to date on everything.” She handed a bright yellow folder across the desk to him. “Burke asked me to bring this up to you. He said you asked him to do some checking.”

            Michael took the folder and flipped it open, staring at it anxiously.

            “Thanks,” he mumbled.

            Amy waited in silence as he flipped through the file.

            “Damn it! Carl’s an idiot!” He closed the file and slammed it down on the desktop, glaring across at Amy. “He’s never to do background on anyone again – ever. Understand?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            Michael got to his feet and started to pace around the office. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets and paced for a few minutes then removed his hands and let them fall to his sides. He continued pacing. Finally, he returned to the desk and sank into the chair.

            “She was raped,” he said quietly.

            “Ren?”

            Michael nodded.

            “Oh my God,” Amy whispered.

            “Not even a month ago. And that idiot missed it.

            “But that means she’s…”

            Michael nodded, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against his chair. “Damaged goods,” he said softly.

            “I’m sorry, Michael,” Amy whispered.

            “It’s not your problem.”

            Amy watched him silently for several minutes before working up her nerve.

            “You knew, didn’t you?” she finally asked.

            He nodded slowly. “I’d guessed as much but I had to be certain. I had no idea how recent though. I knew it couldn’t have been long from her reactions but still…. Damn it.”

            He slammed his fist down onto the desk and leaned forward. He looked up at her through his lashes.

            “Tell Burke to take care of Carl. I can’t have these kinds of stupid mistakes. Anyone doing background should know better.”

            “Yes, sir,” she replied. Then asked hesitantly, “What – what about Ren?”

            “She’s my problem.”

 

            Long after Amy left the suite Michael sat staring at the walls of his office. This was the part of his job he hated most, making this type of decision. What had happened to Ren only weeks ago wasn’t her fault. The fact that his agents had seen her when they were scouting for new acquisitions, had found her so soon after…None of it was her fault and the end result would still be the same. He squeezed his eyes shut and pounded his fist on the desk.

            “Damn it!”

            He got to his feet and stalked around the room. Searching his memory he tried in vain to remember the last time this had happened. He couldn’t remember ever having been in this situation before. Even though he had contingency plans for it he had never really thought he’d have to put one of those plans into play. A timid knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. He stopped pacing and turned a malevolent stare on the closed door. The soft knock finally sounded again. He strode across the office and jerked the door open.

            “I – I’m sorry if I – interrupted something,” Ren stammered softly, avoiding his angry glare.

            “No, no it’s okay.” Michael finally replied, gentling his stern look. “What do you need?”

            “I made dinner. I – I thought you might be hungry.”

            He stared at her in surprise. She had changed into some of the clothes Amy had brought, he noticed. She wore a pair of snug jeans and a bright blue tank top. His light blue shirt still hung from her shoulders over the tank top, buttoned part way up, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A pair of canvas tennis shoes covered her feet.

            “Sure,” he replied with a nod. He motioned her down the hall as he stepped out of the office, pulling the door closed behind him.

            “I’m not the cook you are.” She offered him a shy, nervous smile over her shoulder. “But I found some soup and stuff in the kitchen so I thought…”

            “Thank you.”

            He felt stupid for forgetting to fix a meal. When he was busy working he often didn’t get hungry and would forget to eat until late. He wasn’t used to having guests. At least she’d been brave enough to help herself to the kitchen, he thought ruefully as he took a seat at the table.

            “I hope you don’t mind…”

            “No, I’m glad you took the initiative.” He smiled at her, laying a napkin over his lap and picking up a spoon. “I apologize for being a poor host.”

            He sipped at the tomato soup she had fixed then lifted a grilled cheese sandwich from the plate next to his bowl and took a bite of it. She watched him as they ate in silence, hoping he wasn’t offended by her meager offering.

            “It’s very good,” he finally said, noticing her watching him.

            “Thank you,” she whispered with a small smile.

            God, this is going to be hard, he thought as he swallowed another bite, forcing it down past a lump in his throat.

            “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it,” she said softly, breaking through his thoughts.

            “What?” He blinked, looking at her in confusion.

            “The soup and sandwiches, you don’t have to eat it. I know it’s not what you’re used to.”

            “No, it’s very good. I’m just a little distracted this afternoon. I’m sorry. I’m being rude.”

            He smiled and she felt her heart skip a beat. How did he do it? This man who’d had her kidnapped and stripped naked? How could he make her feel this way? Even though she’d been terrified of him last night he seemed so gentle most of the time. And now, he seemed so…sad.

            “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have interrupted you when you were working. I just thought you might be hungry.”

            She dropped her eyes to her half-empty bowl and reached for another sandwich. She jumped when she felt his hand on her wrist. Her eyes slid up to meet his.

            “Thank you for taking the time to cook for me. I appreciate the effort.”

            “We both need to eat,” she said simply, shrugging her shoulders and pulling her hand away from his touch.

            They finished their meal in silence. Michael helped her clear away the dishes then they both headed back toward the living room.

            “Ren, we need to talk,” Michael said softly.

            Ren sat down on the sofa and looked up at him. He saw the fear in her eyes as he sat down across from her.

            “Does this mean you’ve finally decided what to do with me?” she asked.

            He gave her a small, wan smile. “Not exactly.”

            “I know you can’t just let me go because I know too much and I’ve seen faces. But I also know you’re running a business here. I could be a secretary or something.”

            “Ren –”

            “All businesses need secretaries, right?”

            He dropped his head to stare at the floor. When the silence grew too strained she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob.

            “Michael, I don’t want to die,” she whispered.

            He jerked his head up and stared at her with his hazel eyes. They seemed so sad to her.

            “Ren, I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you and I won’t.”

            She stared at him in confusion, trying to fight back tears.

            “I need to ask you about something very personal, something I know you don’t want to discuss.

            “Oh, no,” she whispered so softly he could barely hear her.

            “I need you to tell me about the rape,” he said quietly, with such tenderness she could feel it.

            She shook her head from side to side as she started to withdraw, pulling her feet up on the sofa, drawing her arms around her knees. She laid her forehead against her knees and started to shake.

            “Ren –”

            “No!” Her chest heaved with the effort to hold back the wall of terror. “You’re going to let them do it again, aren’t you?” she finally sobbed.

            “No, Ren.” His voice was so soft and gentle it broke through her fear and drew her eyes up to look at him. She saw the sad regret in face, in his eyes.

            “Then what? Kill me?”

            “No.” He broke his stare and glanced away from her for a moment. “None of this is your fault. I can’t hold the mistakes of my people against you.”

            “So, what?”

            “I haven’t figured that out yet,” he replied softly, honestly.

            They were silent for several minutes. Finally, Ren shifted her position and laid her head atop her knees, staring at Michael.

            “Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

            “Sure.”

            “When you had me brought here, to your suite, what were you plans?”

            He was silent for a long time before he finally answered her.

            “I thought I’d come in and calm you down then take you back downstairs. Or, if my suspicions were correct, I’d have you killed.”

            “You knew?”

            He shook his head. “I suspected.”

            “So why haven’t you killed me yet?”

            “I can’t,” he replied with a shrug.

            “Why?”

            “This…situation isn’t your fault. You didn’t ask to be here, especially after what happened to you.”

            “But you can kill.” It was a statement, not a question.

            “Yes, I can and have.” He nodded. “The man who did the background check on you didn’t do his job. He fucked up. He knew better but he got lazy. I can’t have those kinds of problems in this business so he’s been eliminated.”

            “Eliminated,” she repeated. “Is that what you call it?”

            He shrugged. “It’s a word, like any other.”

            “God, you’re a cold bastard.”

            “In my world, I have to be.”

            “So what about me?”

            “Yes, what about you?”

            “I can’t ever leave can I?”

            He slowly shook his head from side to side. “I’m afraid not, Ren. Like it or not, we’re inexorably linked now.”

            He stood and strode across to the wet bar. He mixed a drink for himself and turned expectantly to her. She shook her head at him. He picked up his dringk and returned to his seat.

            “So what do I do with you now? I can’t sell you, I can’t give you as a gift and I can’t just let you go.” He took a sip of his drink. “What do I do?”

            They sat in silence for an interminable several minutes. Finally, Ren broke the tense, quiet.

            “I’ve always worked to pay my own way. I can work for you,” she said softly. When he didn’t answer, she added, “I could be a secretary or something. Or maybe I could clean your apartment for you? I’ve taught English before, maybe I could do something like that?”

            He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“What languages other than Russian and Chinese do you speak?” he asked softly.

“How – Never mind.” She shook head, lowering her eyes to stare at the floor. “Japanese and Spanish. I was trying to learn Arabic but it’s really hard for me for some reason.”

“Why so many languages?”

“I love words and sounds. The different sounds of different languages intrigue me.”

“Would you be interested in doing some interpretation work and perhaps teaching others how to speak the languages you know?”

Her eyes flew up to stare at his face. She studied him in silence trying to discern whether or not he was serious.

“I-I could try,” she finally stammered.

“If you’re still interested in learning Arabic, I’ll see if I can find a tutor to work with you.”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “But, for now, you’ll still be confined to this suite. When I know I can trust you not to cause trouble, I’ll give you access to a few areas of the rest of the building.”

She frowned but nodded her understanding.

“Michael, I won’t cause you any trouble. I promise I’ll cooperate,” she said softly, staring at him.

He returned her stare as he replied. “I know you’ll try. But I also know it’s human nature to fight against restraints of any kind.”

(2 be continued)

The young teen became dizzy, her face began to turn blue. She began to black out. At least it would soon be over.

Just in time the cock was jerked free, trailing ropes of un-swallowed saliva and sending her into another coughing, choking, gasping, fit. Alive yes, but just freeing her for another round of torture.

“Damn that’s some good tape. Thought we was going to loose her there for a minute Bob.” the director chuckled.

“No.” Bob said. , “ I know how far to go. Wasn’t going to kill the little slut. She just thinks so. It’s sort of like that water boarding stuff the spooks do. You know them rag heads just think their going to drown.”

The camera zoomed in on the wild desperate face. A stunningly beautiful face under other circumstances. A heart shaped face with long auburn curls and flashing green eyes. Right now the eyes were only flashing panic from a face covered in running mascara, sweat, tears and saliva.

Marissa was a small town girl who went gone boy crazy and was lured by the excitement of the big city. Things changed fast when Greyhound dumped the penniless runaway on the streets of LA. It didn’t take her long to figure that there were no jobs for fourteen year old runaways.

By the time she had starved off all her baby fat Marissa got smart enough to hook up with an older guy trading sex for food and shelter in order to survive.

Along the way she tried a little Coke and Meth and found that she got horny as hell on speed and could fuck for hours as long as she stayed high. That came in handy since the 36 year old “boyfriend” insisted on showing her off at wild parties that ended up with orgies and gang bangs.

Then he met a dude that recruited for the porn trade. When he found out what the going rate was he was all for it. So just for fun she played along. She did a couple of straight BJ scenes then a series of Perv scenes where her “co-star” was some older guy. She dressed up as a cheerleader or in a girl school outfit and called him “teacher, principal, or coach, whatever they told her. These started with some kind of punishment like a little spanking and ended with a BJ. Pretty boring stuff if you aren’t a Perv.

One day they matched her with a guy she was to call daddy and found out that they expected her to fuck him. At first she was nervous about “doing it” in front of the camera even though she had fucked a lot. This old fart would be just another in a long line of strange cocks that had used her young pussy so she got over it. The pay was better but it all went to her pimp. She had finally figured out that’d was all her so-called boyfriend was.

From X rated straight fucking, things spiraled out of control. Not that the young girl ever had any real control. Now at almost 16 she was an old hand in the business doing hard core rape scenes and wondering if she was going to live through the next minute or even if she wanted to live.

“Ok, now lets get some booty action.” the director called.

It wasn’t enough that she was doing ultra hard porn but this shit was being streamed live over the Internet live. They said over five hundred would be rapist perverts had ponyed up a grand a piece to watch the debauchery. Later her ordeal would be available to the rest of the net world for anybody anywhere to download for a few bucks.

The 15 year old was naked except for absurdly tall red-plastic high heels and a wide black dog collar buckled tightly around her small throat. Besides being part of her “costume” the collar provided a convenient handle for her abusers to jerk her around from one obscene position to another or choke her into submission.

In her desperation just to breath she had forgotten that the whole meal deal was that she was to be the filling in a human sandwich. A muscle bound freak named Marcus was stationed behind her. While the camera concentrated on the oral rape he held her firmly in place preventing her from attempting to back up and escape the smothering cock. Now he moved into action for his part of the show.

“Get up higher bitch. Hike yo ass on up there.” He demanded slapping her bare rear. She adjusted only to receive another stinging blow. “You can do better than that. Come on get that little ass on up to where I can take yo hole.” The helpless teen received another stinging blow. Her ass cheeks now glowing with red handprints.

She moved again and looking back she noticed one camera had moved back to show her reddened cheeks as powerful hands pulled them apart streaming a close up of her exposed sex to all the perverts watching on computers.

“Go ahead Marcus show our viewers a little pussy fucking. Don’t cost nothing extra,” the director laughed. “It’ll get you lubed up for her ass.”

The muscle bound porn star dipped his dick into her hole, pushed it in then pulled it all the way out. He did this several times giving the camera a close shot of her open pussy hole each time he pulled it out.

“You like that? You like that big black dick in you’re little pussy?”

The young girl just mumbled something which earned her another stinging blow. “Say it slut. Tell me how you like a big black dick in that skinny young pussy of your’s.

“Oh yes,” she complied. You’re dick feels really good. Really good in my tight, white, pussy.”

“That’s better slut just don’t want to think yo prejudiced or nothing.” He slapped her ass hard once again.

It didn’t feel bad in her pussy but he had the worst possible kind of dick for anal. Unlike most long dicked porn stars, his was shorter and fat. It looked like a the big end of a baseball bat and it was going to hurt her ass like hell. Of course they had planned it this way. This scene wasn’t supposed to be fun. Her pimp was getting big bucks because she was to get raped at both ends.

Bob had taken hold of the dog collar at her throat holding her firmly in place and one of the cameras was positioned to cover the shock and pain she was bound to display when Marcus forced her smallest hole.

The frantic teen stiffened as a pudgy digit entered her anus and twirled round and round greasing and loosening her up. Then two fingers were in stretching her little hole. It still didn’t hurt. Not really. At this point it wasn’t more than a big turd.

The freak stuck his dick back in her pussy and fucked her for awhile as he worked on her butt readying it for the final invasion. At last he removed his fingers. Took his dick out and brought it to her asshole and tried to push it past her tight muscle but it didn’t work. His cock was hard but not hard enough to push in.

“Damn. Loosen you fucking ass.” he commanded. “This cock’s going in that ass one way or another. You may as well get used to that. If you don’t open up I’ll rip you open with a ball bat and shove my dick in you’re bloody hole right behind it. You get that.”

“Give me some more of the K-Y shit. I’ll grease her up better then she gets one more chance. It’s up to you how you want this to happen but you ass hole is mine babe.”

This time the little girl gasped as he shoved two grease coated fingers way up in her ass and roughly worked them around. He repeated that several times packing her butt full of slippery K-Y then got back into position.

“Ok guys. Here goes. One big cock up one itty bitty butt hole.”

The girl desperately tried to relax her rectum. She knew it what was coming. She knew it was going to hurt and her ass desperately wanted to tighten up against the invader. Somehow she willed it to relax.

“Please go slow.” she begged pitifully.

“Sure kid. I ain’t gonna hurt ya more than I gots to.”

She knew that was a lie. They wanted to hurt her. His job was to force her ass and that’s what he was going to do.

His monster prick came against her rectum and he grasped the girls thin hips pulling her firmly against him. The pressure increased and increased again as he put his huge thighs into the game. Finally the inevitable happened. The pressure and the grease worked. His enormous circumcised dick-head popped in past her straining rectal muscle. Even expecting it the girl screamed until she almost fainted. Just the head was in her ass and she already felt that she was being ripped apart.

Marissa struggled violently choking herself on the dog collar trying to escape the massive anal invasion. The pain was horrible. More than she had ever experienced in her young life. The rape pervs were definitely getting their monies worth.

Bob roughly jerking the collar cutting off her air but holding her in place. There was no escape.

The freak momentarily held up to regroup and get the screaming clawing girl back under some sort of control. In pain her ass had involuntarily clamped down on his cock. The head was in but he was having trouble going deeper. He wanted to shove it in to the hilt but for now the resistance was just too much. He decided to just wait a little bit and hope she would get it together.

Marissa’s ass was screaming and tears of pain and rage were streaming down her face but she had stopped straining against the dog collar and could breath again. She could hear the men screaming at her to relax. Some of the guys standing around were laughing their asses off. She was totally humiliated but that was the least of her concerns. The panic was receding but how did they expect her to relax her ass when it hurt so bad.

“I can’t. I can’t. It hurts. Oh god it hurts too much. You’re tearing me apart. Don’t you know how much it HURTS? Please take it out. PLEASE. Oh god PLEASE.” she begged over and over but they wouldn’t let up.

No matter how much the girl begged the freak wouldn’t let up. Pressing forward slowly a millimeter at a time, the K-Y paved the way. The 15 year old runaway’s anus was slowly impaled by the one eyed monster.

Finally he yelled in triumph. “It’s in,” indeed the monitor showed that his pubic bone was firmly planted against the girls rectum and his cock was completely out sight in her hole.

The girl was barely conscious to hear the cheering in the studio. Holding the half conscious teen like a rag doll the freak slowly began to move his dick in and out. Just forcing her wasn’t enough. Now he was going to fuck her and shoot his load up that raped hole.

Once that much was established the director told the Bob he wanted shots of them both doing her at once.

He moved around in front and slapped her dazed face to wake her up, to get her attention. “Ok, I won’t hold your nose this time just make a pussy out of you’re mouth so we can finish up. He held her head up and slid his hard-on in the O she had formed with her lips. The rapist just slowly, almost gently, fucked the girls mouth. He didn’t even force her throat. Not at first anyway.

The two guys settled into a rhythm. The girl was in too much shock to even know what was going on. One going in as the other pulled out, like their cocks were sawing her in two.

Bob, in front, became more ardent, his second orgasm approaching, pumping deeper and faster. Ropes of saliva ran past his dick and down the girls face pooling on the floor. Finally he pulled out and began jerking off in her dazed face. Barely knowing what she was doing the raped girl continued to make and O, a target, as he came all over her face and shot load after load inside the O.

The freak pulled out briefly displaying the girls horribly stretched and bloody asshole. Then jumping around front he crammed his bloody shit stained dick in the her still open mouth. Within seconds his cum flooded her throat faster than she could swallow and the rest leaked past the girls lips and joined the pool of body fluids on the floor.

When released, the girl collapsed to the floor not hearing the cheers and whistles of the crew. The e-mails were overwhelmingly positive with many requests for a repeat. The file went on to become a classic and one of the most downloaded on the Internet.

So springbreak was right around the corner, and her and Josh and a bunch of college friends were going to Lake Havasu. They were all pretty excited. She had never been on a college springbreak before because she was afterall, only a freshman.

Springbreak was fun for Stephanie. Drinking, partying, hot tubs, the lake. Her and Josh were having a blast, and all of their other friends. Mostly the friends they were hanging out with were his guy friends from the rugby team. However, she didn't mind. They were fun guys.

One day they were at the lake laying out on one of the yachts. His rugby friend Tom knew some people that owned the yacht, and they were all invited aboard. Stephanie was having a blast and was really enjoying herself with Josh. She also was a really drunk, but it didn't matter, it was springbreak.

As the day progressed on Lake Havasu, and the more people got drunk, the crazier things became. Girls starting taking off their tops, kissing each other all around the lake, on practically every boat in the lake. Josh of course was staring at all these girls kissing each other, and even some would take off their tops and suck on each other's tits. Josh starting looking at Stephanie in a weird way that made her uncomfortable. "What" she asked him. "I wish you would kiss a girl. You know how much that would turn me on? Look my dick is getting hard just thinking about it". She stared at him in disbelief "are you serious" she asked? "Yes" he said, very quietly but yet very seriously. "I need to know if I am going to be with you, that you have a sense of adventure." Stephanie gulped and turned away to try and to hide her tears that she felt stinging her eyes. She had a feeling this was coming but had been in denial. All of the rugby players had girlfriends that would be with other girls to turn their boyfriends on. It was the norm rather than the exception. Stephanie had hoped that Josh would not have the same expectations of her, but she was wrong.

Stephanie knew that she didn't want to lose Josh. Plus everyone at school would tease her about being "square" if she lost Josh over this. She turned to Josh, and said "okay". Josh's eyes lit up and a look of lust came across his face. "Let's go" he said, as he pulled her up from the towel she was laying on. "Let's go to the front of the yacht and see what is going on".

They got to the front of the boat and everyone was screaming and hollering from the lake down below. Two girls were on the deck taking off their tops and wiggling their tits at the crowd below. Stephanie recognized one of the girls as someone whom always hung out at the rugby house. A "rugby groupie" they called them. A girl willing to do anything for the rugby players.

Josh grabbed Stephanie's hand "come here". He pulled her onto the deck in front of the crowd below. "What are you doing" she stammered. "Just relax" he said. He had a commanding voice, and she didn't want to argue with him. She figured she had already risked losing him once with the girl/girl thing, she didn't want to push him any further. She stood in front of him like he told her too.

The two girls were still dancing and shaking their tits for the crowd. Josh got behind Stephanie and started massaging her tits through the fabric of her little bikini. Stephanie tensed up, but didn't protest, although she could feel tears coming up to her eyes again. The crowd saw him feeling her tits and started to watch Josh and Stephanie. The two girls shaking their tits, starting watching them too.

He kept massaging her tits while the crowd went wild. He whispered in her ear "I am going to take your top off now". She nodded her head, but couldn't speak, lest she start to cry. He slowly un-did the strings on her bikini, letting them fall to the side while slowly exposing her enourmous tits. The crowd went wild. Even his rugby team mates whistled. Stephanie just closed her eyes.

Josh kept massaging her tits, tweaking her nipples until they were hard. Stephanie hung her head so that her hair covered her face and how embarrassed she was. He whispered in her ear again "now is your chance to prove to me your adventurous side". She nodded as a tear fell slowly down her face.

He motioned for the one girl to come over to him. The one that he knew from the rugby house. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded and smiled.

She came up to Stephanie and started to kiss her. Stephanie faltered for a moment and the kissed her back, after giving a glance over to Josh, whom nodded to go ahead. The girl then started sucking on Stephanie's tits. Stephanie was beyond humiliated. Her face was bright red. The crowd was chanting "eat her out, eat her out". She heard the click of a camera.

Josh, whom was still behind Stephanie, whispered in her ear again "I am going to take off your bikini bottom now". She nodded, as he slowly un-tied the strings at of her little bikini on each side of her hip. The material slowly fell away onto the ground, to reveal Stephanie's shaved pussy. The girl whom was sucking her tits started to lick downwards towards Stephanie's pussy.

Stephanie stopped her and whispered into Josh's ear "can I turn around and face you while she licks me, I just need sometime to adjust to this". He nodded, and turned Stephanie around so that she was facing him, with her head on his shoulder and ass sticking out.

The girl, whom had been waiting, then proceeded to sit down on the ground, directly under Stephanie's naked pussy, and then started to eat her out. The crowd was going nuts. Yelling, hollering and cat calls. Stephanie had her face buried in Josh's shoulder while he massaged her tits and whispered in her ear "you are my good little girl". She nodded. "Now I want you to grind your hips into her face." Stephanie rocked her hips back and forth into the girls face. The crowd was screaming, and she could hear pictures being taken, which only furthered her humiliation.

Josh whispered in her ear " you are going to need to turn around now". Stephanie said "please", but he gave her a look that she knew he wasn't taking no for an answer. "You are my good little girl, let's keep that way". She nodded and turn around.

One of his rugby brother's came up to him and slapped him high five and gave him a can of whipped cream. Josh handed the whipped cream to the girl kneeling on the floor in front of Stephanie. The girl then shook the can, and proceeded to spray the whipped cream on Stephanie's tits and pussy. She then stood up, and started licking the whipped cream off Stephanie's tits, while Josh hovered over Stephanie's shoulder watching.

The girl then slowly worked her way down Stephanie's stomach, licking the whipped cream, until she came to her pussy. She then started lapping Stephanie's pussy furiously. Stephanie, whom had been hanging her head with hair covering her face, looked up into the sea of people watching, and felt deep humiliation and embarrasment that she didn't know what to do.

Josh spoke to her in a sharp tone "spread your legs more, and grind your hips into her face, and quit looking down". Stephanie did as she was told, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, spreading her legs while Josh balanced her, and grinded her pussy into the girls face, while looking at the crowd. The crowd went wild and starting chanting her name. Josh was playing with her tits, while she saw someone's video camera from a far, taping her. She kept rocking her hips in the girls face. The girl then started to finger fuck her while she lapped at her pussy. One of Josh's rugby friends, Tom came over to help Josh balance her out. He started playing with Stephanie's tits, and was hold her pussy lips apart so the girl could lick her even deeper.

To Stephanie it seemed that this went on forever. The crowd kept on chanting for her to "come" but she just couldn't. She was too embarrassed, and humilited and felt like she was having an out of body experience. She just wanted it to be over. So Stephanie let out a yell that sounded like she came, but was really a desperate animal cry that this was all happening to her. After this happened, the crowd went nuts, and Josh told the girl to stop licking her. Camera's were flashing, the roar of the crowd was defeaning, but finally it was over. Josh handed her back her bikini and he covered her up with an oversized towel and led her down the back side of the yacht. While they were walking down, his rugby brother's were high fiving him, and winking at Stephanie.

They got down to the cabin of the yacht and Stephanie walked into the bathroom to get cleaned up. She felt embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief. She didn't know how she was going to viewed once she returned to school. She was sure everyone would find out. She was sure she would probably even wind up on the Internet somewhere. She never had felt so ashamed, or slutty in her life. She compromised herself for this guy. She didn't know how she things were going to work out between her and Josh now. She walked out of the bathroom to talk to him................

Part II will be continued

He smirks as he slips his fore finger inbetween the top of her folds, and due to her inexperience as a virgin, she moans, she's very sensitive in the are for a teenage virgin and couldn't bare to enjoy the gentle touch. Jackson smirks as she gives him what he wants, he leans to whisper in her ear "You want it don't you Maya?".

She doesn't reply, but turns her face the other way. He slips another finger inbetween her tender folds and parts them, and holds her against the fence with his body as his other hand moves up her shirt, he can feel her fit belly, and gently licks her neck.

She looks up, as tears come to her eyes, she could feel his fingers sliding into her folds, no matter how she tried to close her legs, and his gentle hands moving up her belly, feeling their way towards her breasts, and his warm tounge gently on her neck, the feeling was pleasurable, but no girl, forced into such a thing would admit it.

His two fingers were suddenly firm, on her warm, tight pussy, and gently began to rub over it, he could feel how wet she was, her juices leaking onto his fingers, and running down her legs. She trembles at the feeling, she grips the fence hard, and his hands slip under her bra to caress her breasts.

He bites her neck, not hard, but gently, his canines sharp, yet smooth at the same time over the saliva on her neck. He grips her nipple, and rotates it gently, making them go hard with pleasure. With force, he pushes his two fingers into her pussy, it was hard, she was tight.

She lets out a loud moan "No, Jackson, please stop" he holds her nipple tight, producing pain, and forces his fingers far into her pussy, biting down hard on her neck. She squeals "Maya, I don't like that word either, try again." a tear runs down her face with pain, before his grip on her nipple gentles, and his teeth unlatch from her neck.

He fingers her deeper, her warm juices helping him slide in and out, with his hand clasped over her breast rotating it with force, she bites her lip, but can't hold it in and slowly starts to moan, "Please, please. Jackson.." he licks along her neck "Good, beg Maya, beg. You want it, tell me."

She shakes her head, unsatisfied with her reply, he grabs her waist, lifts her skirt up and pulls her panties down, revealing her juicy wet, tight pussy. He sits on his knees and holds her legs tight, and gently licks inbetween the folds of her pussy, tasting the warm cum leaking from her pussy.

She moans, she feels his warm tongue, gentle, teasing her, gently licking just inside the folds of her pussy. She can't take it anymore, and moans hard "Harder, please, lick me." she puts her face against the cold fence, her mind was a mess she didn't know what she was saying anymore.

He smirks "I knew you loved it Maya, you're so wet, you're moaning, all you had to do was ask." he holds her legs tighter, and licks hard, over her clit, before tonguing as deep and hard as he can into her pussy. She moans spreading her legs a bit. "Deeper? Maya." she sighs with pleasure as he rubs her ass. "Jackson.." he continues to lick her "Say it, Maya". She looks down at her loose rangled shirt "Deeper, Jackson." he smirks.

He places his lips over her pussy and dips his tongue into her pussy, playing with her. She moans more, obviouse pleasure in the tone, as she pushes her own breasts against the fence. He stands slowly, runs his hands up her legs and taps her ass on both cheeks.

She looks back at him "Jackson..", he tilts his head "Maya? Aren't you going to run" she pauses "Don't.. stop. Please don't stop." he smirks large, one of his canine teeth lapsing over his lip in his deviouse grin. "You love it, Maya, tell me".

"Jackson, don't tease, I want it, I want it, Don't stop..." he grabs her thigh, and pulls it out, and unzips his grey school pants. She hears, and breaths slowly. He slowly dips his hard cock, inside her folds, and gently rubs over her clit, he knows she wants more he can see it.

She's scared, and unsure, but it felt so good, how could it be bad. Slowly he slides his large cock into her tight pussy, she groans, it's pain, but it feels good. He pushed slowly, but got faster over time, herjuices were wet and her pussy is warm, he could feel himself coming.

She moans, she felt it coming, she breathed heavy, sweating. Jackson stopped, as he came inside her, letting his warm juices flush into her, and in the instance, she came too, their liquids leaking over the ground. She lies on the floor, breathing hard, her left breast revealed, through her loose shirt, and her skirt and panties around her ankles.

Jackson stands over her body, and helps her up, and they find themselves looking into each others eyes contemplating what had happened, and with a blush Jackson looks at the ground "I'm sorry, I don't kno-" he pauses, as she feels her finger pressed against his gentle lips "Jackson, promise to love me, and you don't have to explain."

MEH. LOVE IT. =]

Some nights, when we were both hammered (she is a light-weight) after going to the bars, there were those intimate moments between us when she would wrap her arms around my neck and give me a peck on the lips.  She would wiggle her small ass up against my crotch as she did it, but it was all harmless flirting, and we knew that nothing would come of it.  She had a boyfriend and I knew she was in love with him and not me.  Recently, however, Ro has gotten engaged to said boyfriend and has been planning her wedding.  Since then she has moved into his house.  At first, I didn’t really think of it much, I was going out with another girl and that was all that was on my mind.  But my girlfriend and I had broken up and since then I have been really horny.  Then it happened, on the fourth of July, while over at Rochelle’s house, I walked into the bathroom to pee and she was standing there, in nothing but what God gave her on the day she was born. 

Now let me help you picture what Ro looks like.  She is of Filipino decent, 5’3”, 105 lbs, b-cup breasts, full lips and a great ass.  On top of all this, she was completely shaven save for a small strip of hair right above her pussy.  Now normally I prefer a girl with a little bit of meat on her, but it had been a while and she was looking really good.  Within the few seconds that I saw her, the whole concept of forbidden fruit began to take shape and I began seeing this girl in a different light.  Now let me tell you know right now, ever since we have met up after college, I have seen her as the sexy woman that she has grown up to be, but seeing her in all her glory was the final straw.  Ro sort of yelped and I shut the door to give her her privacy.  I went ahead and went downstairs and used the other bathroom.  When Ro came downstairs, she acted like nothing happened.  So I just let it slide, we finished with the night and I went home to my home.

When I got home, I went to bed.  As I lay there, I just couldn’t sleep.  Every time that I closed my eyes, I saw her, naked.  So I got up, pulled out the porn, and jerked off, thinking of plowing Rochelle’s tight pussy.  As I went to sleep that night, I knew that I was going to have to make that girl my own personal cum receptacle.  Just the idea of her losing her virginity to her fiancé was driving me nuts.  I heard her talk about him to her girl friends a while back and how he was sporting only about 4 inches when she had given him a blowjob.  I just knew that I needed her to experience a real man the first time that she had sex.  So the next morning, I began to work on my plan to make her mine.

Getting her alone so I could train her was actually quite simple.  Rochelle is a lightweight drinker, as I have said before.  One day, Rochelle called me up and asked me to go bar hopping with her.  Her fiancé was going out of town for a couple of weeks on business and she was going stir-crazy being cooped up in the house.  I agreed and we set it up to meet later that night.  So I talked my buddy into following us while we went bar hopping.  She has always been a sucker for a guy willing to give her a free drink.  She had never met Dan before and so when he approached her (after I had gone to the bathroom), it was really simple for him to talk her up and buy her a drink.  When their drinks came, Dan “accidentally” spilled her drink on the bar.  While it didn’t get her wet, it gave him the distraction that he needed to slip a rohypnol into his own drink.  After all was cleaned up, he gave her his drink and apologized.  I then came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.  I introduced myself and he excused himself, pretending to be nervous. 

I asked Rochelle, “Who was that guy?  Do you know him from somewhere?”  Rochelle answered, “Nope, but he wasn’t bad looking.  Too bad I am getting married soon.  At least I got a free beer out of it!”  With that, she chugged the beer and didn’t think anything of it.  About 30 minutes went by and she started to feel a little tipsy.  She asked me to take her home and I told her I would get the car.  She didn’t even make it to the car before she passed out from the effects of the drug.  Because of how small she is, I was given plenty of time to take her “home.”  Little did she know, we were going to my home.  I knew that soon, I was going to be playing out all my fantasies that had involved her.

Chapter 2

I am fairly well off, being a computer systems analyst, and I own two homes.  One is in the city; the other is in the country, pretty much cut off from anything and everything.  Over the last few weeks, I have been preparing the country house.  I put dead bolt locks on all the doors as well as security pads and locks on the exits.  I replaced the window glass with Plexiglas, and I set up a chair and a table with different types of restraints and such.  While I had plenty of sex toys available to me from my previous relationships, I wanted to make sure that everything was in working order so I bought new toys.  I bought three butt plugs, all vibrating and increasing in size, a ball gag, some nipple clamps, etc.  In all of the rooms except the office, I placed small security cameras and an intercom system.  In the office, I set up the room to watch any room I wanted, as well as record anything that might occur.

Finally, we arrived at my house and I carried her inside.  Once inside, I put her in a room and dropped her on a bed that was just a frame and a mattress.  I stripped her down to nothing and placed a shock collar on her neck.  I then just looked at her body.  I thought to myself, “Could it be that she is actually better now than she was earlier?”  I spread her legs and took a good long sniff and instantly got hard.  It took all my willpower just to walk out of that room and lock the door, leaving her looking so ripe for the pickings.

So I went to my office, sat down at the computer and slowly dozed off.  At about 6am, I was awakened by a scream to wake the dead.  Terrified, I looked up and realized that it was my girl.  I laughed to myself a little bit and watched the screen.  Ro was freaking out in her room.  As she tried to climb under the bed, she started screaming for help.  The bed was too low, even for her petite frame to fit under.  As she screamed, I thought to myself, “I am glad that I sound-proofed those walls, in spite of having no neighbors for miles around.”

After waiting for her to stop screaming, I went to the kitchen, made myself a large breakfast.  I thought about giving her some too, but that was to go against the plan.  I left the house and went to go get some more food.  While I was out, I went on to Rochelle’s computer and got into her email.  She was never one to put a password on her account so it was very easy.  I sent her fiancé an email telling him that her cell phone went out so she wouldn’t be able to contact him for a while.  After I was done there, I went back to my home.

When I got back, I looked at the monitor and Rochelle was in a corner, crying to herself.  I thought to myself, “Perfect, she is slowly calming down.”  By that time, it was already 6 in the evening.  I knew that she would be starving so I made her an ample dinner, and put it on a tray.  With the food, I placed a letter, which said the following:

“Dearest Rochelle,

            I understand that you are very scared and confused right now.  That is to be expected when one wakes up in a new place, naked and alone.  All that you need to know right now is that you are not harmed, and won’t be harmed if you cooperate.  If you choose to struggle, you will be punished.  It is all up to you.  Eat this food, I guarantee that it is safe.  I have plans that involve you and I will not jeopardize this.  Just keep in mind, if you choose not to eat this food within 1 hour, I will be forced to take it back and you will not get any more for 24 hours.  I encourage you to eat, you will need to keep up your strength.”

I set the tray through a small trap door and shoved it into her room.  After, I went to the office to watch what happened.  As I watched Rochelle read the note, I saw the horror began to swell in her eyes, and she freaked.  She kicked over the tray, screamed, and cried some more.  After an hour had gone by, she still hadn’t eaten her food.  Saddened that she chose this path, I was left with no other choice.  I had to follow through with my letter.  I looked at the screen, reached over and activated her collar.  When I did that, Rochelle went stiff as the collar activated and shocked her.  I set it up to work like a tazer, and Ro dropped to the floor, unconscious.  I went to the room and it smelled of urine as Rochelle had peed herself.  I cleaned up the food and urine, and left a note with just two words on it, “Bad Choice.”