Devil’s Sluts
By Powerone
Copyright 2008

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Chapter 1
Family Ripe for Rape
      
      For Jenna it had been a whirlwind romance, meeting Alex barely two years ago, finding so much in common between them it was scary.  And he was so kind and understanding, especially about sex.  For Jenna was a virgin when she met him, though by the time they were married a year later, she was no longer chaste.  The first time they made love wasn’t what she had expected all of her life.  It was almost anticlimactic.  He was gentle, taking her with little pain, trying to make her cum but she faked it, Alex not realizing it, or at least he didn’t let on he knew.  They only had sex twice after that until they were married, neither time doing anything to turn her life upside in that split second.  She still only came from solo masturbation, her vibrator the only thing between her legs that knew what she needed.
      They moved to a small apartment on the other side of town from her parents and her sister, Haley.  Haley was three years younger, 19, just graduating from high school, not sure what she wanted to do.  Jenna missed the late-night intimate talks with Haley, but when her parents divorced three months ago after 25 years of marriage, Jenna almost felt strange in the house.
      And Alex had changed once they got married.  He became more demanding.  Especially about sex.  It was about two months after they got married, Alex snuggling up to her one night in bed, a signal that he wanted sex, though Jenna had a headache.  A real headache, not just a not-to-have-sex headache.  “Not tonight, honey,” she purred to him as his hands cradled her near-naked breasts.  “My head is killing me.”  The voice that spoke back sounded as if it were coming from someone else, not her husband Alex.
      “You’ve been neglecting your wifely duties, Jenna.”  His voice was demanding.  “I only want part of your head tonight, just your mouth.”  Alex pulled her head down, throwing the blanket aside until his cock popped free of the confining blanket.  She had used her hands on him, after he forced her to, but she hadn’t given up her mouth to him.  That would end tonight, Alex intending to get what was due him.
      His hands were harsh on her head, yanking her down until his cock was only inches from her mouth.  She refused to take his cock in her mouth.  That was the most revolting task that she could think of, her mouth clamping shut in spite of his insistence.  She mumbled a no, but her hand began to stroke his cock.  It was the only way she could avoid sucking his cock, even the words sounding gross.  But he held her face only inches from his cock, one of her hands stroking up and down his cock, the other teasing the cum from his balls, anything to end this degrading task.  It didn’t take him long, hearing him groaning loudly, his hands tighter on her head until he spewed his cum all over her hands, anything better than her face.
      “I oughta make you clean it”, he grumbled harshly, turning over and snoring in a matter of minutes.  Jenna cried herself to sleep that night.
      That did little to satisfy him, Jenna finding herself in the same position many nights after that, her face only inches from his cock, but instead of her hands gathering up all his cum, he pushed her hands away, pumping his cock onto her face as she clenched her eyes and mouth tight while the hot cum splattered onto the soft skin of her face.  He would quickly turn over and go to sleep, Jenna suffering until he did and she could go into the bathroom, cleaning the milky white cum from her face until her skin was almost raw.
      It was strange, Alex not even mentioning it most times, acting like the loving husband.  It had gone on for two months, most nights making love, but it was like some nights there was a different man in her bed.  And those nights Jenna was forced to jerk him off until he shot his cum on her face, though he always tried to get his cock into her mouth, Jenna steadfastly refusing the obscene act.
      But it was last night that forced Jenna back into her mother’s house, her marriage ended, walking out on Alex while he was at work, a short note her only explanation.  She was sitting on her sister’s bed, trying to explain to her without embarrassing herself.
      Haley was trying to comfort her sister, but she knew little of sex, her upbringing, like Jenna’s, was strict and sex was never openly discussed.  Although she was 19, many of her girlfriends losing their virginity at early ages, some as young as fourteen, Haley still clung to the traditional values that she should be chaste on the night of her wedding, giving her husband her most prized possession.  She had dated quite a bit, extremely attractive like her sister, though not as voluptuous, learning how to satisfy boys with her hands when she had to, but only allowing them a quick feel of her smallish breasts, and maybe letting them stroke her thighs under her skirt, but it would end when they tried to touch between her legs.  That was still reserved exclusively for herself under the covers when everyone was asleep, her mind wandering off to all the things that her girlfriends bragged about.
      “I’m not even sure if he is the same person,” Jenna trying hard not to cry, but her eyes were already wet.  “After dinner he was so sweet, holding me in his arms as we watched television.  I could tell he wanted to make love to me, his hands wandering as he watched television, but he was arousing me.  We went to bed after Law and Order.  I went into the bathroom, putting on a lovely negligee for him.  It took me quite a bit of time, but I figured he would appreciate it once he saw me.  I opened the bathroom door, surprised to see an angry look on his face.  He was naked, his penis hard.  It was the bed that scared me.  In each corner of the bed, leather straps were attached to the bedposts, laid out so carefully that there was no doubt what he wanted to do.  They were meant to tie me up.  Spread eagle on the bed.”  She stopped for a moment, choking up as last night came back into her mind so vividly.
      “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Jenna.”  Haley was almost too embarrassed, not only for Jenna, but herself.  What did Alex do to her?  To tie someone up naked and have their way with them against their will?
      “No, I have to tell someone, and Mom isn’t the type that would listen.  Before I could say a word, he pounced on me like some animal, ripping my negligee from my body.  The one I put on just for him.  I was so scared, stripped naked, Alex snarling like some crazed lunatic.  I actually feared for my life.  He threw me on the bed like a sack of potatoes.  I tried to get up, but he sat on top of me, driving the air from my lungs, struggling to breathe as he grabbed my wrists one at a time.  Before I realized it, both of my arms were pinned by the leather straps, already feeling the pins and needles as the circulation was cut off to my hands and fingers.  I tugged on them, the bed creaking but holding me tight.  He finally got off of me.  I was breathing hard to fill my lungs with precious air.  Just as I sucked in a mouthful of air, a piece of cloth, probably my negligee, was jammed into my mouth until I choked when he shoved it to the back of my throat.”  She had to stop again, the story becoming too real.  “And then my legs.  Pulling them open, embarrassed even though he was my husband, my sex exposed as he tied each one to a corner of the bed until my crotch ached.  I was afraid he was going to split me up the middle.  He stood at the end of the bed, staring up at my spread, naked body, his hand on his penis, pumping it up and down.  It was bigger than I had ever seen it.  He was excited by what he was doing to me.  How could someone enjoy creating terror in a person like he was doing to me?”
      Haley was afraid to ask, but she needed to know and Jenna needed to get it off her chest.  “What did he do to you?”
      “He fucked me.  Not making love, but fucking me like some street whore.  He bit my breasts, all the while his penis was inside me, stretching me like no other time, pumping in and out.  And he did it so long, or at least it felt like a long time, all the while the pain between my legs shooting to my brain.  I heard him getting ready to cum, but he pulled out, kneeling over my face as he pumped his penis until he came on my face, this time landing on my lips.  Even with my negligee in my mouth, I could taste it entering my mouth, thick and salty.  I choked, but was afraid of vomiting, sure to choke to death if I did, the gag plugging my throat.  He rubbed his penis all over my face until I could feel his cum drying.”
      “That’s terrible.  For your husband to do such a thing to you is despicable.”  Haley felt sorry for her sister.
      “He wasn’t finished with me yet.  He got off of me, but left me tied to the bed.  I heard him in the other room, sure he was having a beer.  When he came back in, his penis was already hard.  He climbed on top of me again, his hands under my butt, lifting me up as he slid inside me again.  It still felt like he was splitting me up the middle, this time lasting longer, his hips never stopping as he fucked me.  His hands gripped my butt cheeks, raising me up so he could thrust into me even harder, feeling bruised on the inside as he crashed into my cervix.  I was crying now, the gag only allowing my muffled sobs, Alex not caring as his penis fucked me endlessly.  He came in me; I was grateful that he didn’t cum on my face again.  He climbed off of me, but then he began to play with my bound body as if he could somehow erase what he did if he made me cum.  He disgusted me and after half an hour of trying to arouse me, all he did was succeed in getting hard again, jumping on top of me like I was just a convenient tight place to put his penis.”  Jenna stopped again, still feeling the pain between her legs from Alex’s rape.  Yes, that is all she could call it.  “He did me five times last night, finally cumming one last time in me as the sun came up.”  He got off of me almost casually, dressing for work like it was a normal day.  As he was ready to leave he untied me, my body frozen on the bed until I heard the click of the door as he finally left.”
      Haley hugged Jenna, unable to do anything else.  She was crying now and she did the only thing a sister could do.  Be there with her.
      Beth, short for Elizabeth, knew that her daughter had a problem with her marriage to Alex but asked little in details.  Men were such scum, her husband proving it not long ago, leaving Beth for another woman, sure that she was much younger.  After all she had done for him, putting up with his terrible lovemaking, their two daughters the only bright part of all she endured sexually with him.  It was good riddance to him, she was much better off without him.
* * *
      Michael Devlin was on the hunt.  He needed to stock his house with fresh girls, his friends counting on him to supply them with the delicacies that they sought.  He had sold the last ones he had, tiring of them, needing fresh meat.  His house was over a thousand miles from here, Michael driving a large van, the back fitted to hold the human cargo that he would return with.  He was in a small town, just the type that he liked, the police usually unsophisticated, giving him ample time to get out of their reach with his captures.  He stayed in a campground about 25 miles from the town, off-season, few would remember him, staying to himself, pulling in after dark each night.  He had a number of false alarms, thinking they might make good captures, but something always making him hesitant.
      He had been following the latest candidate for three days, usually starting at the local grocery store to find women that fit the characteristics he sought.  It wasn’t hard to find out about them, small towns notoriously gossipy.  He was parked down the street from her house, typing in notes onto his laptop, keeping a detailed schedule of their day.  People had a tendency to lead structured lives, following set patterns even though they would loathe admitting it.  Her name was Elizabeth.  She was 41, though I am sure she wouldn’t admit that.  Lovely woman, short brown hair, good looking and a lovely figure, though she didn’t dress to enhance it, more to hide it.  She was recently divorced, and from what most said, her husband ran off with another woman.  When hard pressed, many said that he was unsatisfied, emphasizing unsatisfied, small town talk for Elizabeth not being very good in bed.  She had the body for it; she just needed the training, Michael’s specialty.  But it wasn’t the mother that drew him, it was Haley.  The lovely 19–year-old daughter.  Long brown hair that hung down to her waist, smallish breasts but full hips and a great ass.  And he hoped like mother, like daughter, sexually suppressed, maybe even a virgin.  She had graduated from high school, yet she didn’t have a job and lived with mom, still trying to find her place in life.  Michael would be more than willing to teach each the necessary skills to entertain him and his friends.
      It was all too easy, Michael ready to snatch them up when all of a sudden another girl was thrown into the picture.  Michael scrambled to find out who she was, surprised to find out Beth had another daughter, Jenna.  Michael should have known that, an unpardonable sin for someone so meticulous and careful.  She was married, but it was already gossiped that she left her husband.  Sexual reasons, though none really knew the details or were too embarrassed to discuss it with a stranger.  She had blonde hair, obviously bleached, but he would soon know her truth.  She had the tits in the family, full breasts that begged to be touched.  And an equally lush ass that swayed provocatively as she walked, sure that she didn’t realized the sexuality she threw off.  She pulled up to the house, suitcases in her hands.  This was not a short stay, but a permanent change.  Michael had never taken three at once, but it would make his task easier.  He required four, one young girl already in his van, tied spread eagle to the wall in the enclosed back, her mouth gagged with the large ball gag.  He loved the terror in her eyes each time he went back there, sure that she thought he was going to rape her.  In time, he would, but first he would take them all back to his house where he could leisurely rape and train them for their new purpose in life.
      He snuck into the house when they went out for lunch, spiking all of the drinks in the refrigerator, even the unopened bottle of wine, a thin syringe filling it with the drug.  He waited, his truck parked down the street while he peeked in the window.  They were all sitting down at the table, a heartfelt family dinner, Michael noticing the bottle of wine on the table already half gone.  It wouldn’t be long, less than an hour.  He watched until the bottle was empty, pleased that Mom even let Haley have a glass of wine.  It made his job easier.  He went for his van, waiting for an hour impatiently before he drove back to the house, quietly slipping his van up the driveway and around to the back of the house where the neighbors wouldn’t see it.  He picked the lock on the back door, going in without hesitation, the house silent except for the sound of the television droning on incessantly.  There were his prey, three lovely women sprawled out on the furniture, some of them ungracefully, their legs spread lewdly as if they were waiting for him.
      He picked up Beth first, surprised that she was so light, throwing her over his shoulder, his hand holding her ass as he went out the back door.  He propped her up against the wall in the van, slowly attaching her arms to the shackles that were bolted into the side walls, her body slumping down as he secured her.  His hands went to her legs, pulling them wide and securing them, standing back to admire his handiwork.  His cock was hard, part from sexual arousal but part from the thrill of the capture.  He kissed Beth, his hand going between her legs as he felt her sex.  It wasn’t as good as when she would be awake and feel the power he had over her.  He looked over at Paige.  “Some friends for you, Paige.  Some very intimate friends for you.”  He went back into the house, taking his time with Jenna, unable to contain himself, feeling up her tits before he threw her over his shoulder and brought her to the van.  He made short work of securing her to the other side so she could see her mother, his hands running up her legs and pushing under her skirt to feel her pussy before he went back for the last one.
      Michael laid Haley on the couch, lying down next to her, his hands running over her young body, his cock pushed against her hip, rubbing softly back and forth, masturbating his cock on her.  He could feel her nipples beneath the sweater she wore, pinching them until they perked up involuntarily.  He spread her legs, his hand sliding up and down the sleek thighs, each time stopping short of touching her pussy, teasing himself.  He kissed her, rolling on top of her, between her spread thighs, rubbing his hard cock on her pussy as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.  He had a feeling that Haley would be very submissive, only a little force needed to get her to comply with the increasingly obscene requests he would require her to perform.  Not like Jenna or Beth.  Only physical pain would force their compliance, or at least he was hoping that it would be that way.  He reached down, unzipping his fly, pulling out his cock.  He yanked her skirt up until his hot flesh felt her soft skin, sighing deeply as he began to masturbate on her again, this time flesh against flesh, rubbing on her naked thigh.  He didn’t stop until he spurted his cum on her skin, humping up and down until he was sated, at least temporarily.  She looked so sexy on the couch, her eyes opened and glazed over as if she was in bliss, her legs spread, her skirt hiked high up, his milky white sperm covering her thigh.  It was as if she had just had the most exciting orgasm in her life.  He picked her up, stringing her up across from Paige, spreading Haley’s legs, his cum beginning to slowly drip down her thigh.  He went back into the house, straightening it up as if they had gone to bed, messing up the beds.  It would be tomorrow at least or maybe if he was lucky the next day before anyone would become concerned.  He could travel fast, driving all night and day, making it home in a little more than half a day without stopping.  By tomorrow night, he would begin to enjoy his catch, starting with Haley.
* * *
      He was tired as he pulled the van through the electronic gate, the iron gate opening with barely a whisper.  The high walls surrounded his house in secrecy, but there were a few around, Michael building it far into the desert away from the prying eyes of people that wouldn’t understand him.  Or hear the screams that came from the house, in spite of all that he did to sound-proof it.
      He brought the girls in one at a time.  Paige had wet herself, but that was expected, she had been in the van a long time without being able to use the bathroom.  He would take care of her later, but first he wanted to catch a couple of hours sleep.  He tied them all up, each one in separate rooms for now.  Later Beth would be put with at least one of her daughters, Michael using coercion against the other to make them do his sexual bidding.  He hogtied them, their legs tied at the ankles, their wrists tied behind their back, Michael attaching their arms to their legs until their bodies bowed.  He could see their eyes beginning to open, though they were still glazed over from the drugs.  By the time he came back, they would be fully conscious, and hopefully he would see the terror in their eyes as they realized they were tied and in a strange room, not knowing what their fate was to be, the unknown much worse.  But not in this case; they couldn’t even fathom the things that they would have to perform.
* * *
      Michael woke refreshed.  And hard, his brief masturbation on Haley had only made his lust worse, knowing what waited for him.  He took a shower, soaping his cock, stroking it as it grew thicker.  He dressed as though he had a date.  He looked at the clock, he had been asleep for four hours, the girls would be wide awake, but he would let them stay tied up for a while longer.  He needed to satisfy his lust and he had his heart set on Haley.  He put on some aftershave, closing the door to his bedroom.  He went down into the basement, down a hall until he came to the second to the last room.  He turned the handle and entered the room, hearing the muffled cry for help from Haley.
      It took about an hour before the pounding stopped in her head, her mind groggy, not sure what happened or where she was.  Haley knew one thing.  She was tied up, a grim reminder of Jenna’s story of Alex coming alive for her.  Her body ached, not sure how long she had been like this, but the ropes were tight and her body bent in a painful bow.  She was in a strange room, tied on a large bed.  At least she still had her clothes on but that was little consolation.  She remembered watching television with Jenna and her mother and suddenly she felt very sleepy.  That was all she remembered until she woke up.  She couldn’t hear anything but her own ragged breathing, trying to look around, but each time she moved a different muscle, her body ached.  She heard something, sounding like someone outside the door.  Her heart leaped; maybe she was being rescued.  The door handle turned slowly before it opened, a man appearing in the doorway.  He looked normal enough, even smiling, Haley mumbling into the gag.  He was older, as old as her father, but he was handsome.  Her eyes pleaded with him to release her, and she felt some relief when she felt him behind her, his hands doing something with the ropes.  She felt the pressure released, her arms untied from her legs, her body slumping to the bed.  His hands moved to her ankles, his fingers sending shivers through her body as he took the ropes from her ankles.  Her legs were finally freed, but his hands lingered for a long minute on her legs before they moved up to her arms.  She thought she felt his hands glide over her butt, but maybe it was just an accident.  She felt the ropes released, but her limbs were numb from the tight ropes, she could barely move them.  She finally found the strength to roll over, feeling strange to be lying on a bed with a man.  An older man.  He didn’t stop her as she pulled the gag from her mouth, her voice hoarse as she said her first words to him.  “Can I have a drink?”
      Michael already had a bottle of water in his hands, giving it to her as she sat up.  She took it to her lips, her movements not missed by Michael as her lips wrapped around the top of the bottle as they would a cock.  She took a large swallow, handing him the bottle back, her lips shiny and wet; just like she would need to have them when she sucked his cock.
      “Where am I?”  He didn’t make any threatening moves toward her, just sitting on the bed next to her.
      “You’re in my house.”  His voice was soft and calming.
      “Where is your house?”  He didn’t provide much help, answering her questions with the barest of details.
      “A long way away from where you live.  And out in the middle of the desert, no neighbors around.”  He could see the puzzled look in her eyes.
      “My mother and sister, are they here?”  She was afraid of this answer.
      “Yes, they each have their own room, along with one other girl, though they are still tied up.”
      “You tied me up?  And them?”  Her voice broke with nervousness.
      “Yes.  I will untie you when I want to use you or when you have earned the privilege.”
      “Use me?”  She didn’t like the sound of that word.  “Am I a prisoner?  Your prisoner?”
      “Why of course, Haley.  All of you are.  That is why the others are still tied.  I decided to start with you.”
      Now she felt the terror.  He had captured them, and she was afraid of what he was going to do to her.  She was a virgin and wanted to stay that way, especially not wanting to lose her innocence to a man that was as old as her father.  “What are you going to do to me?”  She really didn’t want to hear the answer, but she had to ask.
      “Come over here; let’s sit down on the couch where we can be more comfortable.”  He handed her the water, seeing her take another swig out of it.  She got up and followed him, Michael turning his back on her, sure that she wouldn’t try anything.  He sat down, Haley still walking toward him, her legs getting used to walking again after being bound so tight.  He looked at her body, smallish tits but full womanly hips and, from what he saw before, a nice plump ass, ripe for spanking.  And hopefully a virgin pussy for him to plunder.  Her skin was flawless, her long brown hair would look so sexy when it only covered a bare body.
      She blushed at the way he was looking at her, not at her face but at her body.  She sat down on the couch next to him, afraid not to.  His arms were big and powerful and the look on his face made her scared to try anything.  She had heard so many times that a girl should fight her rapist, but it didn’t look like a good idea with him, Haley sure that he would have no qualms about hurting her.  After all, he had captured four women with no trace of remorse.  She regretted having a skirt on, his eyes staring at her legs as she tried to tug the skirt down further.
      Michael put his hand on her bare leg, just above her knee.  He began to move it, slowly pushing between her legs until he felt her body tense as he touched the soft skin of her inner thigh.  She looked down at his hand but made no attempt at stopping him, his hand sliding her skirt up as he caressed her inner thigh.  “I am Michael Devlin, but you will call me Sir.  Are you a virgin?”
      One minute he was telling her his name and then he was asking her an intimate question.  Too intimate.  All the while his hand was caressing her thigh, his powerful hand forcing her to part her knees to allow him to touch her as though they were lovers.  She tried to get up, but his hand tightened on her leg.
      “I won’t ask you again, Haley.  I don’t want to have to show you what will happen if you don’t follow my every command or answer my every question.  Now relax, we are going to be here for a while.  And answer my question.”
      “Yeesss,” her voice trembling as she admitted her innocence.  “Are you going to rape me?”
      “That’s good.  I do enjoy an inexperienced girl; so much easier to train to my liking.  No, I won’t rape you; you will willingly give your precious innocence to me and much more before we are finished.  Stand up so I can see what I have to work with.”  His hand helped her up until she was facing him, Michael sitting forward.  “Not very big tits, Haley.  Not like your sister, Jenna.  Turn around.”
      Haley spun around almost without thinking, feeling his eyes staring at her bottom.
      Michael looked at her plump ass, the skirt clinging to her cheeks.  Yes, she had an ass made for punishment, able to take a good spanking and more.  His friends would make good use of her ass, as well as Michael would.  “Turn around, Haley.”
      She faced him again, her legs trembling as they tried to hold her up.
      “It’s time for you to strip for me, Haley.  Take off your sweater and skirt.  Let me see your figure.”  He waited, knowing what she would say.
      “I can’t.  Not in front of you.”  Her eyes pleaded with him as they began to tear up.  She had never been naked in front of a man before, even her doctor was a woman.
      Michael’s voice rose up a notch, more demanding.  “I said strip, now do it, or you will feel my punishment!”  It was his eyes that showed her his power, staring into her tear-filled eyes.
      Haley gave him one last look for compassion, but she only saw lust in his eyes.  She stood awkwardly in front of him, pulling the sweater over her head, modestly holding the garment over her bra as if he would allow such a thing.  He nodded to her, Haley letting the sweater fall to the floor, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, her fists clenched as she felt the heated rush of her blush cover her upper body.
      “The skirt, don’t waste my time.  We have many things to do before we are finished tonight.”  Michael’s hand went to his cock, her eyes following, knowing what he wanted from her.
      She saw the bulge in his pants as his hand led her eyes to his crotch.  He was going to put that monster in her, and she couldn’t do anything about it.  She could barely unhook the button on her skirt, the sound of the zipper going down sounding so loud and final in the silent room.  She felt it slide down her bare legs and fall at her feet, kicking it aside so she wouldn’t have to bend over.  She stood there, staring at him, his eyes not looking into her eyes, but between her legs.
      She was standing there in a pink bra and panties, the delicate fabric doing more to reveal than conceal.  Her breasts were small, maybe a B cup, but more likely an A.  It was her nipples that captured his eyes, large dark areolas could not be concealed beneath the thin fabric, nor could it contain her erect nipples that pushed out.  His eyes went down over her flat stomach, the thin panties riding low below her waist, a well-shaved mound clearly outlined by the tight-fitting panties that molded over her flesh.  She moved her feet as he stared, seeing the clearly defined outline of her slit, the puffy lips cradling the delicate fabric of her panties between them.  Michael could almost make out the first traces of moisture on her panties.  “Turn around, let me see your ass.”
      Her thighs were tightly clamped together, trying to preserve whatever modesty she could, but his eyes were raping her body.  She turned around; at least she wouldn’t have to see the lust in his eyes, afraid of what he was going to do to her.  Or what he would make her do, that being worse.  She had seen the bulge in his pants, afraid of him wanting the same thing that Alex had wanted of her sister.  To take it in her mouth.  She had little experience with a penis, some gentle rubbing of boyfriends to please them, surprised that they came so easily, grateful that it was over quickly.  She stood silently, feeling his eyes staring at her, afraid of moving until he told her.
      Her long hair hung down to her panties, cloaking her naked back beneath the soft, silky brown hair.  The pink panties clung to her ass cheeks with such care, the sharp divide of her crack highlighted as the panties pushed deep in the crevice.  He watched as she trembled, slight tremors of her muscles making her cheeks contract uncontrollably, tightening so provocatively.  He silently stood up, moving behind her, his hands around her naked waist catching her by surprise, her body startled by the unexpected touch.
      “EEEEEWWW,” the air whooshing out of her lungs, suddenly finding him behind her, his large, hot hands touching her waist, the unmistakable bulge of his penis against her bottom.  She tried to move away, but his hands gathered her back until she felt his penis jerking against her bottom.  It felt huge, much bigger than it looked in his pants.
      Her body was shaking as his hands slid up the bare skin of her stomach until he felt the touch of her bra.  He pressed his cock harder against her ass as his hands easily encircled her small tits, his mouth finding the soft skin of her neck, kissing her gently.  His hands tightened on her tits, sure that it was a soft moan from her lips, Michael’s cock jerking in appreciation.  His hands began to explore her tits, kneading and squeezing the smallish mounds, his hips moving from side to side along her ass cheeks, the gentle swishing sound of his rough pants sliding over her silky panties.
      “No, please don’t,” she begged softly, but her breathing increased rapidly as she felt him take such liberties with her breasts, his hands never stopping to clench and unclench on her bra-encased breasts, all the while she felt the disconcerting touch of his cock on her ass cheeks moving back and forth.  And goose bumps appeared all over her body as his lips kissed her as a lover would, not a rapist, his tongue licking up and down her neck until she felt it enter her ear.
      Even though her breasts were small, he paid considerable attention to them as he felt her nipples become hard pebbles, his fingers finding them easy targets, pinching them until he felt her hips begin to move from side to side, sliding her lovely ass on his masturbating cock.  She might say no, but her nipples said yes, pinching harder doing nothing to extinguish her increasing arousal.  “I think you like having your nipples played with, Haley.  I can feel them grow beneath my touch.”  He made sure she felt his cock against her ass cheeks, no doubt in her mind as to what she would be submitting to.
      She couldn’t control her own body, Michael awakening something in her that she was afraid of.  But as suddenly as he started, he stopped, Haley almost disappointed when he released her breasts and moved away from her.  He turned her around, her eyes falling instantly to the large bulge that pushed out the front of his pants, looking up, turning red in shame that he saw where she was looking.
      Michael couldn’t wait any longer, needing relief, his balls aching from containing his lust for so long.  He took off his shirt, Haley watching as he did.  He threw the shirt to the side, the rest was for her to do.  “You do the rest, Haley.  Take off my pants and shorts.”  He had expected her to resist, but for whatever reason, she sank to her knees, not sure whether it was her arousal or her submissive personality.
      She took off his shoes and socks, trying to prolong what was inevitable.  She looked up, kneeling brought her face in direct line with the large bulge that threatened to explode from his pants.  Her fingers were trembling as she undid his belt, finding the button on his pants before her fingers gripped the zipper and drew it down.  His pants pushed aside, the sharp outline of his penis in his shorts making her gasp at the size.  She drew his pants down his legs, kicking off his shoes, lifting his feet one at a time until she pulled the pants from beneath him.  She pushed them aside, going back to the job of taking off his shorts, fear making her mouth and lips dry.
      His cock jerked in pleasure when she licked her lips, already imagining what it would feel like when she took it in her mouth, able to feel her hot breath even through his shorts.  “Continue, Haley.”  Her fingers accidentally brushed across his cock as she gripped the top of his shorts, her eyes opened wide.
      She gasped when her fingers pulled the shorts down, catching for a second on his penis before it shot out, freed of the tight confines, the flesh bobbing up and down only inches from her face.  She pulled his shorts down, his feet eagerly stepping out of them.  She waited, afraid of what was next.  He pulled her down onto the couch next to him, his penis sticking lustily up into the air.
      He pulled the half-naked girl next to him.  “Show me how well you can jerk me off, Haley.”  He saw her hesitate, his hand shooting out to slap her hard against one cheek, her head spinning to the side from the powerful blow.  She began to sob, tears falling from her eyes, her cheek already turning red where he struck her.  “I won’t repeat myself again, Haley.  You will learn to obey or I will punish you severely.”
      She suddenly saw stars, not even seeing the blow coming, her head rocked to the side, the taste of blood in her mouth.  She looked at him, an evil glint in his eyes as though he enjoyed it.  She didn’t hesitate this time, her head still hurting, her small hand went into his lap, her fingers curling around the massive shaft of his hot flesh.  She had never seen a penis this close before, most of the times she had touched one was in the seat of a darkened car.  Her fingers gripped it, barely able to go around it, surprised that the head was massive and almost purple, a thick ridge underneath, one eye staring up at her.  She could feel it growing beneath her touch, her hand clumsily moving up and down the shaft.
      Michael guided her hand until she got into a rhythm, taking her other hand and cradling it beneath his balls.  “Gently with them, Haley,” he warned her, her hand tightening up with such care.  She was taking broad strokes with her hand, her fingers closing over the head of his cock, tightening as she passed over the ridge.  She might not have much experience in jerking off cocks, but she was a natural, almost falling into the rhythm with ease.  He moved closer to her, kissing her, warning her first not to stop jerking him off.  Her lips were so soft and pliant, his tongue invading her mouth with ease, her lips opening to accept the invader.  It was so enjoyable, French kissing the young girl, his tongue exploring the hot depths of her mouth all while her hands were fondling his cock and balls.  His balls began to tighten, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, the young girl such a delight.  He released her mouth for he had better uses for it.  He pushed her off the couch and between his thighs, his legs spreading wide to accommodate her.  He loved the terror in her eyes as she realized what would be required of her.
      He pushed her onto the floor, Haley finding herself between his legs, his hands pulling her head until she was inches from his penis.  She could see the head glistening in the light, her fingers sticky from the juices her hands had coaxed from his heavy, hot balls.  Her cheek still stung as a grim reminder of her disobedience.
      “Kiss my prick, but keep jerking it off as you do.”  Michael almost came as her mouth opened submissively, her pink tongue inside, her lips wet, her hot breath blowing on the head of his cock.  Her soft hands held it out, Haley’s head moving closer until he felt her soft, silky lips kissing the head of his cock.  His cock jetted a short blast of cum, Michael unable to contain his lust.  His hands went out and gripped her head, drawing her lips down until an inch of his cock was inside, the head of his cock trapped in the delightful grip of her lips, her futile struggle to escape only adding to his pleasure.
      She felt the hot flesh of his penis slide over her lips, kissing it and unexpectedly finding it shooting a thick, pasty fluid onto her tongue.  She pulled back in revulsion, but he was too strong, yanking her back until her mouth closed around the throbbing head of his penis as if he were pulling on a pair of socks.  She gulped, struggling not to vomit as the small taste of his cum seem to invade every corner of her mouth with the salty taste.
      “Very good, Haley.  Now use your tongue on it.”  He felt her comply, the look of surrender in her eyes, his hands urging her head back and forth, his cock trapped between her widely stretched lips.  He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, jerking her head back and forth, his cockhead banging against her cheeks when he pushed in sideway, her tongue now lavishing such attention on his cock.  “Gently suck on it, Haley.  Yes, you are such a natural cocksucker.”  Her cheeks caved in as his cock was sucked deep into the hot confines of her mouth, her tongue running around the ridge, his cum leaking into her unwilling mouth.  She followed his orders almost mechanically.  Michael enjoyed watching her young lips split by his cock, a virgin that was sucking him with such enthusiasm, though forced to do so.  He held her head, but she was doing all the movement, her head moving back and forth, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth.
      So this is what it was like.  It wasn’t as bad as she expected, though she loathed the man that was forcing her to degrade herself with this act.  He held her head, but she did all the work, her cheek still stinging, not wanting to displease him again.  His cock grew in her mouth, stretching her lips even wider, her tongue already tiring as it sought to please him.  He was going deeper into her mouth, taking about four inches of his penis, though there was so much more outside her lips.  Her hands went to his balls again, feeling the prickly hair as she squeezed the wrinkled sack, feeling the twin balls floating around mysteriously inside.  They were so hot as she gently squeezed them until his hips rose up from the couch signaling his satisfaction with her actions.  She felt the head of his penis swell, knowing something was going to happen, but it never even dawned on her what.  His hands suddenly tightened on her head, squeezing her head like a melon until she was sure that he was trying to make it burst.
      He saw the panic in her eyes as they bulged, Michael grinning down at the young girl with his cock in her mouth as he felt the first tremor of excitement rush up from his balls, her hands gently coaxing it out, her sucking drawing it up the shaft.  He twisted his hands on her head tighter, drawing her against him as the first spurt of cum jetted from his cock, filling her mouth, her cheeks bulging out as she sought to contain the massive amount of cum in her mouth.  Cum dribbled down her lips, pumping her head up and down as a second ropey load of cum shot out from his cock, her tongue catching most of it this time.
      She didn’t know what to do, her mind unable to fathom what was happening.  Her mouth was filled with the hot, sticky cum, bathing the inside with the salty, thick texture as she struggled not to choke to death.  Her cheeks bellowed out, Haley having no choice but to swallow.  She could barely contain it as it slowly ran down into her gullet, another load shooting into her mouth before it was empty.  She struggled not to choke on the thick crème, her lips unable to contain all of it, the hot fluid slowly running down her chin as the penis in her mouth began to deflate.  He held her head, his limp penis sitting on her tongue.
      Michael pulled his cock from her mouth; for a virgin she was a first-class cocksucker, she just needed more practice.  He would make sure she got plenty of that.  She wiped the cum from her lips, not sure of where to wipe it, her face grimaced from the taste of his cum that invaded her mouth and taste buds.  “Clean my cock, Haley.”  He sat back in the couch as the young girl, defeated, went about the job of cleaning his cum off of his cock.  She licked his cock, her soft hands holding his semi-erect prick, lapping up and down the shaft like a kitten taking to a saucer of milk.  With his urging, she lifted his balls gingerly to lick the hairy sacks.  His cock began to harden again when her lips closed over the head, her tongue lashing at the head to lick it clean.
      She went about the despicable job of cleaning his penis, her mouth already filled with his cum.  She choked as she licked his balls, errant hairs entering her mouth.  She sucked the head, ashamed as it grew erect again, fearful of what he would do next.  But he released her, letting her go to the bathroom, Haley rinsing her mouth out, but the salty taste never disappeared.  She went back into the room, Michael still sitting naked on the couch, his cock hard; his hand around it as he stroked it casually.
      Michael stood up as she entered, sitting in the chair next to the couch.  It had no arms on it, suitable for his purpose.  Michael beckoned her over to him.  He took her hand, guiding her until she was standing next to the chair.  His hand went down her back, pushing down until she began to bend over.  “Over my lap, Haley.  All the way down.”  He pushed until she complied, arranging her body until he got her into the position he required.
      The blood rushed to her head as she was bent over the chair, but what was worse was the hard, naked penis that was pushed against her panties.  She felt her panties grow tight over her bottom, Michael’s hands pushing down on her naked back.  His cock jerked against her in excitement, making Haley all that much more fearful of what he was going to do to her.  She felt like an errant schoolgirl, bent over to be spanked.
      Michael gazed down at her firm buttocks, the panties pulled tightly over them.  Her thighs were clenched tight, but he allowed her to stay that way, for now.  He could feel her breasts brushing across his legs, his hands moving to the panty-covered mounds of her ass to caress them.  He felt the delightful clenching of her ass cheeks as the muscles uncontrollably reacted to his fondling, making her body jerk against his cock beneath her pussy.  His fingers slid up the sharp crack of her ass cheeks, a gasp from her lips the only sign of what he was doing to her.  His hands slid low, down to touch the naked flesh of her thighs, so close to her pussy that he could feel her heat in spite of her tightly clenched thighs.  His hands continued the exploration of her buttocks, pinching her flesh, a sharp gasp followed by contractions of her ass muscles making her buttocks dance for him in an erotic dance.  Michael kept this up for long minutes until he felt her surrender, her buttocks finally succumbing to his touch, her cheeks relaxed as he was allowed to explore her half-naked flesh without restraint.
      She hated what he was doing to her, bent over his lap, his hands exploring her flesh without restraint.  She couldn’t control her own muscles, her buttocks clenching and unclenching; each time she moved, his cock would jerk beneath her.  But he didn’t stop, his hand continuing to run over her flesh until her body had no choice but to accept it, her muscles surrendering in exhaustion.  She felt his hand grip the waistband of her panties, feeling them sliding down over her buttocks.  She turned red in shame as he stripped her bottom naked, her cheeks and thighs clenched tight in defense.  He yanked her panties down her legs and off her feet, his hand returning to her naked flesh.
      Michael began to explore the naked flesh, his fingers enjoying the silky skin, his hands gripping the springy flesh in his powerful hands, her muscles fighting his every touch.  Her thighs were clenched together, but it was time for her to relent.  His fingers pressed lower down until he touched her inner thighs.  He pushed his fingers between them until they parted.  Once between them, he pushed out until she understood his intentions, her legs parting so submissively.  With her cunt opened up, his fingers began to explore it, finding her wet with desire as he traced the outline of her pussy lips from behind, a sharp gasp from her mouth as he touched her intimately for the first time.
      She couldn’t keep her pussy from getting wet, his strong fingers sliding between her legs to touch her in a place that no boy had touched before.  Her body jerked up, but moved back down when it opened her pussy up to even deeper penetration, her naked pussy feeling the hot flesh of his cock on her naked flesh.
      Michael continued to stroke her pussy, her hips beginning to move from his gentle masturbation, his other hand returning to her buttocks to caress them, pinching the flesh until her muscles surrendered, Michael able to pull her cheeks apart to catch a glimpse of the virgin hole that lay nestled protectively between her cheeks.  Michael was surprised that she grew so wet, but many virgins did when forced to surrender, no longer having to protect their innocence, their inexperienced bodies giving into the pleasure of the touch.  One of his hands held her cheeks apart, exposing the tight knot of her anus, his other hand coated with her juices sliding up the deep divide of her crack to arrive at the wrinkled opening.  He was rewarded with a loud gasp as his wet finger touched the brown pucker of her asshole.  He didn’t hesitate, pushing with his finger until he entered her, a burst of protest from her lips.
      “NOOO!  NOT THERE!”  Her voice was that of a young schoolgirl, high pitched as she felt the strange feeling of being entered in a hole that was destined for only pushing things out.  She moved on his lap, but one hand held her pinned to him, while the other moved inside her bottom.
      Michael slid his finger through her tight anal ring and into the tightness of her rectum, her muscles gripping it almost possessively.  He could feel the way her muscles tugged on the tip of his finger, keeping it still for a moment until she relaxed.  Then he pressed his finger in deeper, another gasp from her lips, her hips moving to escape his probing finger only exciting his naked cock as she rubbed back and forth over it sensuously with her wet, naked pussy, the head of his cock slipping between her drenched lips.  Michael began to finger her asshole, pushing in deep, bending his finger in the tight confines of her guts, pulling out until she gasped when he pressed his fingertip hard against her rectal muscles.  And her body never stopped moving, her pussy sliding back and forth over his cock, her anal ring sliding up and down his finger in a rhythm with her hips.
      “Please stop!” but her protest was stopped short as she felt a second finger enter her, her anal ring stretching as the thick knuckles pressed into her most intimate hole.  She felt them as they sank into her rectum, twisting and turning as they moved into the depths of her guts.
      It was what she wanted, though not what she expected.  Michael slipped his two fingers out of her hot asshole, staring as the tiny hole slowly closed, a slight pink from his fingering.  His hand rose up and slapped her ass, the sound of flesh being hit echoing off the walls.  She jerked, but barely whimpered, the white flesh of one cheek turning a delightful pink.  Michael went to work on her ass, alternating between cheeks, not hitting her too hard, but making them harder with each slap.  He was rewarded with the way her body jerked up and down, her pussy caressing his naked cock, the head of his cock trapped between her swollen and wet pussy lips.  He moved from the top of her buttocks, all the way down to the soft skin where her thighs met her buttocks, slapping close to her pussy without quite touching it.  She began to cry out, the slaps harder, her hips moving quicker, her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock.  Her cries changed from pain to pleasure, her hips becoming more urgent, sliding up and down, sure that her clit had found his cock, her pleasure button rubbing up and down the head in delightful pleasure.  In spite of slapping her harder, she barely complained, slapping close to her pussy igniting a more frenzied jerking of her hips.  Michael felt her body stiffen, a sudden rush of wetness on his cock as she cried out loudly.  It wasn’t in pain, but pleasure, her body shaking from the unexpected orgasm that raced through her confused body.  Her ass humped up and down on his cock until she finally stopped, sobbing quietly.  “You have all the makings to be a fine slut, Haley.”  Michael laughed at her.
      She couldn’t stop it, coming from out of nowhere.  One minute she was being fingered in her bottom, the next being spanked on her naked ass.  All the while she felt the hot flesh of his penis rubbing up and down her slit, agitating even more her desperate situation.  Then her clit swelled up, sticking out and rubbing against the hard head of his cock.  Then her body exploded, an orgasm like none she ever had before.  She was breathless when she finished, ashamed as she felt her wet pussy, the head of his cock snuggled tightly inside.  Michael had stopped spanking her, but he held her pinned against him, his cock still unfulfilled.
      Michael couldn’t pass up the chance, fingering her asshole one last time, a sharp gasp from Haley as her muscles nipped at the tip of his finger.  He stretched her anal ring, his finger popping out of her virgin hole, a sharp slap on her ass waking her back up to the reality of the situation.  “Stand up,” he ordered her, watching as she struggled to get off of his lap with some semblance of modesty.  She stood in front of him with just a bra on.  “Take it off,” pointing to her bra.
      She took her bra off, Michael already having made her almost naked, though she was a bit ashamed of her breasts, not as big as most, especially her sister and mother.  She unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor.  “On the bed.  Lean against the pillows,” he ordered her, watching as she crawled on the large bed, catching a glimpse of her pussy opening up from behind as she scampered across the bed.  She sat down, her legs closed and tight. Michael sat on the bed, moving next to her, his hard cock jutting out in front, her eyes staring at it.  She knew what was going to happen and nothing she could do would stop the rape.  “Did you like cumming, Haley?”  He saw her naked body turned a bright red in shame.  “I asked you a question,” his hand ready to slap her again if she didn’t answer.
      “You made me,” she blurted out, even though she knew it wasn’t true.  She couldn’t explain how it happened.  One minute she was being spanked, the next she was cumming like a slut.
      “We’ll see, Haley.  Draw your legs up and bend your knees.  Then spread them so I can see your lovely pussy.”  He wasn’t surprised when she complied so willingly.  He gazed between her legs, her pussy still wet, her pussy glistening with drops of her arousal, unable to hide her indiscretion.  But he didn’t touch her pussy, first he wanted to play with her breasts.  He moved in close, kissing her, his tongue shooting into her mouth, surprised that her tongue responded.  His hand cupped one of her smallish breasts, his fingers capturing one hard nipple and squeezing it until she gasped in his kiss.
      He surprised her; it was her breasts, not her sex, that he touched, feeling his powerful fingers on her nipple, surprised that it sprung to such hardness.  He pinched harder, Haley feeling the pain shoot through her breast, but it was more pleasure than pain, the sharp biting pain of his pinching finger igniting a new lust between her legs.  He continued to kiss her as his hand and fingers mauled her breast.  That was the only way she could describe what he was doing to her.  It was soft caresses, but harsh fingers, pinching all around her areola, teasing her nipple until it stood out, an easy target for his powerful fingers.  They crushed the tip, twisting and turning it, Haley gasping as he released the nipple and the blood rushed back painfully to the tip, only to attack the other before she felt any relief.
      Michael pulled back from his kiss, looking down at her breasts, her nipples sticking out like hard rocks, the flesh of her white breasts already marred from his harsh treatment.  “I think you like being taken against your will, Haley.  Jerk off my cock while I explore your pussy.  Keep you legs open,” he warned her.  Her soft hand grasped his cock, her fingers curling around the shaft, moving up and down.  His hand slid along her thighs, teasing closer to her pussy as her legs trembled, her thigh muscles taut.
      “AAAHHH,” she couldn’t contain the feeling as his fingers slid along her slit, her lips pulled apart by the wide spread of her legs.  He stared at her as his fingers began working her up, her breathing ragged as he began to masturbate her, knowing it was only a matter of time before he put his cock in her.  The penis that she was masturbating grew harder and thicker.  Her ass rose up as one finger entered her, pushing an inch inside her, his finger feeling huge, never mind his monstrous penis that would rape her.  She could feel it move around inside her tight hole, expanding it for something much bigger, something much harder.  She felt her juices begin to flow again, one finger becoming two, going in deeper, two inches before she felt his sharp fingertips bang against her hymen.  Each time her body grew tense, expecting him to take her innocence with his finger, but each time he stopped when he hit her hymen.
      She was becoming excited by his fingers, one hand moving up to grasp one of her nipples and tugging on it until she cried out in pain.  His two fingers moved in and out, finger fucking her pussy all the while she masturbated his cock with such expertise.  He released her nipple, his hand slipping down between her legs, getting his finger wet before he pushed it against her anus.  She gasped as Michael entered her asshole, her pussy tightening on his fingers as he fingered both of her holes at the same time.  Her body rocked back and forth on his duel ravishment.
      It felt like she was being split up the middle, her bottom and her sex both now clenched tightly around thick fingers that moved in and out with abandonment.  She struggled to control her pleasure, not wanting to shame herself again by cumming in front of him.  Her hand almost felt comfortable stroking his penis, proud of the way that it grew in her hand.  Only a short while ago she would have been humiliated at doing such a thing.  Michael stopped again, this time Haley knew what he wanted.  She let him adjust her body, stretching her out on the bed on her back, his hands bending her knees and spreading her legs until she felt her pussy spread open like a flower.  A flower ready to be plucked.  He pushed a pillow under her ass, raising her up.  He knelt between her widely spread thighs, his hand holding his cock out in front of him.  She felt his body covering hers, her hard nipples pressed into his chest, his face only inches from hers as he stared into her eyes.
      “I’m going to fuck you, Haley, and teach you to be a woman.”  His hands slid between their bodies, taking the head of his cock and rubbing it up and down her slit, watching her eyes as he readied her.  He pushed the head of his cock into the tight opening of her pussy as she gasped in pain as the thick head of his cock began to stretch her.  Michael fed more of it inside her, fighting the tight hole in spite of his fingering making her wet.  He felt the head of his cock pop inside her, Haley shuddering as he stopped for a moment to let her get used to having something that big between her legs.  He began to pump her with shallow strokes, in and out, feeling her pussy begin to accept his cock’s invasion of her virgin passage.  “Such a hot, tight pussy, Haley.”  He saw the sweat appear on her forehead, her face red, trembling with the fear of the unknown, not knowing when he would snatch away her innocence with a brutal thrust.
      It felt huge inside her and it was only the tip.  Her body jerked in pain, his penis sliding in deeper, pushing against her last vestige of innocence, her hymen.  His hips pressed harder, Haley feeling it stretch, her muscles taut, expecting the worst.  She knew he wouldn’t wait long, his cock demanding.
      Her insides gripped his cockhead in her hot, tight passage, feeling the resistance each time he plunged in and out.  His hands slid down to her legs, bowing her legs to the side until they were almost flat on the bed, the pillow thrusting her pussy up almost painfully.  Michael pushed harder inside her as she whimpered.
      “Don’t fuck me!”  He kissed her, smothering her cries of protest.  His tongue entered her mouth, Haley freezing in terror, knowing it was time.  She could feel his cock testing her virginity, pushing harder, stretching.  She felt him pull back, but suddenly his hips shot forward.
      Michael penetrated her with his cock, deeper, busting her cherry with a powerful thrust that drove her hips down into the bed.  He loved the sharp, shrill cry of pain that his kiss captured, the taking of a young girl, being deflowered, making it more exciting.  She bucked underneath him, her eyes opened wide in terror as she felt for the first time a thick cock penetrating her pussy.  He yanked her head back, his hips pinning her to the bed as he began to fuck her, taking short, shallow strokes in her newly busted pussy.  His cock stretched her open, each time plunging deeper inside her, the shocked look on her face priceless as he fucked her.
      She cried, losing her virginity to a man that was as old as her father, forced to suck his penis, cumming under his hands, shamed by what he did to her.  Her body was pinned to the bed by his heavy weight, his cock feeling like steel as it pushed inside her, each time going deeper, opening her up with each painful thrust.  He began to pull out, taking a couple of inches out, then forcing her to take it back inside, each time going deeper until she felt it banging against her cervix, his cock jerking in pleasure inside her.
      Michael began a rhythmic fucking, taking longer strokes each time until he buried his cock hard against her cervix, a shrill cry as he banged too hard, rubbing the head of his cock on her cervix.  Michael began to fuck her harder, looking down between her legs to gaze down at his blood-stained cock pulling out of her pussy.  Her hips began to move, not sure if in pain or pleasure, but her insides nibbled at his cock as he plunged back in, spreading her legs wider, her upraised hips making her take his cock’s punishing thrusts.
      She couldn’t catch a breath, his penis sliding in and out, the pain going away, only the stretching remaining.  It felt like he was trying to drive his penis through her, in and out, his hips never stopping.
      Michael couldn’t last any longer, pulling his cock out until only her pussy gripped his cockhead.  He felt the tightening in his balls, letting lose as he felt the cum race up his cock, his cock spewing his cum inside her.  He plunged in, his juices lubricating her as he shot in, the head of his cock swelling as he came.  He pushed his cum deep inside her, burying his cock inside the hot confines of her pussy, a second load of cum shooting inside her, bathing her insides with his potent sperm.  Michael looked down at her, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe, sobbing quietly as his semi-erect cock still lay inside her.  He made no attempt to get off of her, but he did take some of the weight off her body.  “Don’t move,” he warned her.
      She didn’t know what to do.  He was still inside her, along with his cum.  He didn’t move, staying on top of her as she tried to fill her lungs with air.  She squirmed on the bed, her sweat-drenched body stuck to the pillow.
      It didn’t take him long to recover, her tight pussy still gripping his cock, her slightest movement making his cock shudder back to life.  “I told you not to move.  See what you did.  Now you’ll have to fix it.”  He felt his cock growing erect, beginning to move his hips until he felt his cock move an inch or so inside her, sliding easily on the cum-drenched passage.  He pressed back down on her, beginning to hump his cock into her, new life in his stiffening prick.
      “No!  NO!  Not again.”  She tried to protest, but she already felt his cock growing inside her, feeling it slide in and out, sobbing as he began to fuck her again.  His hands slid under her ass, lifting her up to meet his thrusts, his fingers finding their way between her sweat-drenched cheeks, pulling them apart until she felt her anus stretching from the unnatural tugging.  She cried out in shock as one finger entered her bottom, her hips shooting up to escape the cruel impalement, only to take the powerful thrust of his penis inside her pussy.
      He could feel her insides gripping his cock and finger, her hips moving to escape the duel ravishment, Michael meeting every movement with one of his own, his cock and finger never leaving their tight holes.  He fucked her harder, making her take the full measure of his cock, two fingers opening up her asshole now, a shrill cry as Michael stretched her asshole.  He began to hammer into her, looking into her tear-stained eyes, her face contorted in pain, two fingers in her asshole forcing her to accept the punishing strokes of his cock.  Since Michael had just cum, he rode her for a long time.  When she slowed down, another finger joined the first two in her ass, three fingers stretching her anal ring, her insides clenching painfully on his raping fingers.
      She couldn’t believe the pain.  His fingers were tearing apart her bottom, sure that he tore her, his fingers bending and moving inside her until she felt the cramps deep in her stomach.  But his penis never stopped, plunging in and out, Haley forced to take the punishing strokes, his cock bruising her cervix.  It felt like everything between her legs was being torn open with one giant penis.  She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it.
      Michael covered her mouth with his, hearing her quickened breathing as he fucked her hard and fast.  He was ready to cum again, a fourth finger finding her asshole, struggling to fight her tight anal ring, her hips shooting up high, a shrill scream smothered by his kiss as he shoved four fingers in her virgin asshole.  He came, his cum jetting deep in her once-virgin pussy, his fingers twisting and turning in her asshole while she squirmed in an erotic dance on his cock.  He could feel his fingers on the other side of the thin membrane, almost like masturbating his own cock.  He spurted two more times inside her, finally finishing up, a gasp of relief from her lips as he pulled his fingers from her damp asshole.  He sat up on the bed, looking down at her.  There lay a well-fucked virgin, her hair wet with sweat, her pussy dripping his milky cum, her thighs spread wide in submission.  “You’re a good fuck, Haley.  Clean yourself up while I go see about my other guests.  They will be more reluctant than you are.  But I’ll enjoy forcing them to do all the things that you did so willingly.”  He saw the shame on her face, knowing he was right.  She still had one virgin hole left, though she did take lots of fingers up it.  But there would be nothing like a big cock up her ass to teach her obedience.  He dressed, closing and locking the door behind him.
     
Chapter 2
     Jenna’s Initiation
      
      
      The ropes made Jenna more scared than she had ever been.  She woke up, her head groggy, but she knew she wasn’t home.  And her body ached, the ropes too tight, pins and needles in her hands and feet, but it was her back that hurt the most.  Her arms were pulled behind her, attached to her bound ankles, every muscle in her body aching.  And she knew how vulnerable she was, just as she was when Alex had tied her spread eagle to their bed.  Even that was different.  While unforgivable, he was her husband.  She was sure that someone had kidnapped her and maybe her mother and Haley.  She could only guess for what purpose, hoping they were going to hold her for ransom, not wanting to think of the alternative.
      She had been awake for a couple of hours now, something jammed into her mouth, her lips dry, her throat parched.  She almost welcomed the noise at the door.  She turned sideways, terror striking her when she saw two men enter, both of them strangers.  They were older men, though they both were in good condition, Jenna would be no match for them.  Her hopes of escape quickly diminished.
      Michael looked over at her.  She wasn’t like her sister, this one married with big tits.  While she wasn’t a virgin, if she was anything like her sister, she wasn’t used much.  And not in too many holes.  They would quickly rid her of that problem.
      Jenna stayed completely still as they began to untie her, her heart leaping that they might be rescuing her though neither of them said anything since they walked in.  The rope connecting her arms and legs was first, her muscles leaping with joy as they were finally released from the back-breaking bondage.  Her ankles were next, his hands rubbing them as though he was sorry the ropes were too tight.  Finally her hands were freed, the one doing that turning her over, Jenna sitting up, her back creaking painfully as she did.  She pulled the cloth from her mouth.
      Michael caught her just as her mouth opened, cutting off the words that were about to come from her mouth.  He hit her with the flat part of his hand, but with his large hand and the power behind it, she was thrown back flat on the bed, her eyes glazed over from the unexpected assault.
      She saw stars, her body rocked back onto the bed, her head dizzy.  She could taste blood in her mouth, her lip already swelling up.  She didn’t know what she did, but her situation had suddenly become much more severe.  Before she could even recover, they pounced on her, literally pouncing on her like a pack of wild dogs.  Her body was turned and twisted as though she weighed nothing, but what was worse was that they were tearing her clothes off.  First her blouse, the buttons flying across the room, yanked down off her shoulders, sure that she would have welts where the material strained before finally tearing.  It was thrown to the floor, just a pile of rags now.  Her skirt was next, first yanked up, hands grabbing her between the legs to paw at her sex, hands slapping her inner thighs when she tried to close her legs.  Their fingers were cruel, digging into the flesh of her sex, Jenna silent, afraid of making it worse, if that was possible.  They grew tired of the sport, finally yanking her skirt down her legs, the waist tearing as they forced it over her hips by sheer force.  She was slammed down on her stomach, a knee in her back holding her down, Jenna unable to breathe as a hand yanked her bra strap, feeling the material stretch until it finally broke, slapping hard against her naked back.
      She was thrown onto her back, her hands reaching up to cover her naked breasts, hands slapping them down to her sides, both of the men evilly grinning at her as they stared at her pendulous, naked breasts.
      “Nice tits on this one.  Not like li’l sis,” Michael kidded.
      So Haley was here also and by what he said, she might have suffered a similar fate.  She felt sorry for her little sister, but she had problems of her own right now, these animals pawing at her last vestige of modesty, her panties.  And it tore with ease as one of the men yanked them up high, the silky panties feeling like the blade of a knife as it sliced up between her pussy lips.  He yanked them back and forth, each time the pain worse as the material dug into her most intimate flesh.  She was almost thankful when they tore, even though she would be naked.  Hands slapped her inner thighs, the voice harsh.
      “Spread your legs and keep them open,” Michael ordered her, his hand slapping her inner thighs until they turned red and she surrendered.  She lay on the bed, her face covered in tears, a shocked look on her face.  She was naked, her legs spread showing her treasures to them as their eyes raped her body.  Nice tits, big, with nipples that were the size of a nickel, dark brown areolas that surrounded them.  In spite of the size of her tits, they looked firm.  She had a slim waist and full hips, a well-trimmed bush doing little to hide her pussy.  She had big lips, and even with her legs spread they tried to conceal the treasure between them.  Michael could tell she would be tight.  At least for a while, until she was well fucked.  Michael couldn’t pass up the opportunity, catching her with her legs spread, slapping her hard on her mound, her hips drove into the bed by the power of the blow.  “Turn over and get on your hands and knees.  Let’s see that ass.”  He threatened to hit her pussy again, nothing else needed to get her submission.
      She couldn’t believe it, he had slapped her between her legs.  At first she thought it was by accident, trying to hit her thighs.  It stung and shocked her; no one had ever been that cruel to slap her between her legs.  On the most intimate part of her body.  But she saw the threatening look on his face and his command.  She turned over, shamed as she kneeled on the bed like an animal.  A slap on her ass and she complied with his next order, spreading her legs, ashamed at how she must look from behind.
      “Nobody’s been in there before,” Mr. Lawson commented, his cock hard at being the first one inside her asshole.
      “For your pleasure, Mr. Lawson.”  He had paid Michael a considerable amount of money to be the first.  And rightfully he should.  For what Jenna didn’t know was that Mr. Lawson was gifted with a remarkable appendage.  A 13-inch cock.  He could barely find a woman that would let him fuck her, none willing to let him stick his cock up their ass.  For no woman wanted to have 13 inches of steel cock shoved up their intestines.  Jenna would not be asked if she was willing.  And Michael would keep her occupied; Mr. Lawson’s cock up her ass would be the least of her problems.
      They were talking about her as if she wasn’t there.  And the way they looked at her, stripping her naked, forcing her to show her most intimate parts of her body under duress, she knew she would be raped.  Her only hope would be to escape.
      “Get up,” Michael slapping her ass again.  “We have a special place that you’re going to like.”  He yanked her off the bed, the stupid girl trying to cover her naked body as if it would do any good.
      She was dragged out into the hallway, Jenna looking up and down to see if there was any avenue of escape.  They pushed her toward the end of the hall, a heavy wooden door looking ominous.  Her only hope was the other way.  One of the men was behind her, the other holding her wrist so tight she could barely feel her fingers.  The one holding her released her for a split second to open the door.  It swung open and she saw the room, looking like a medieval torture chamber.  That is all she needed, pulling away from the one, turning around and catching the other temporarily distracted.  She dodged him and began to run down the hallway, her naked breasts bouncing up and down, her bare feet slapping on the hard floor.  She could see the door at the end of the hall, partially opened, her heart leaping at the chance.  She could hear them behind her, but she was fast in spite of running naked, the terror raising her adrenalin level.  Her hand reached for the door handle just as it opened, Jenna slamming into the chest of a man, throwing her backward and sprawling on her ass.  She looked up, three of them looking down at her.
      “Can’t you keep track of your pussy?”
      “She wouldn’t get very far.”  He yanked Jenna by the arm until she was pulled to her feet.  “She’ll be sufficiently punished.  Get going, bitch.  You’re going to pay for that.”
      She’d blown her only chance, one of them holding her tight, the one behind her almost pushed against her ass.  She was forced back to the other end of the hall and through the door.  It was worse than she thought it was.  The room was filled with chains, whips and wooden devices whose only purpose was to hold someone immobile.  Immobile so that others could inflict heinous acts on their bodies.  Jenna found herself pushed to the center of the room, a large wooden square frame the prominent piece.  In each corner were leather straps, the leather worn and stained, chains connecting them to large circles bolted to the frame.  She was spun around, another blow to her chin sending her head rocking to the side, Jenna barely able to stand on her feet.
      Mr. Lawson grabbed her as she was rocked by Michael’s blow to her face.  She was dazed, giving him enough chance, Michael grabbing one arm and stretching it high to one side, Mr. Lawson fastening the strap around her slim wrists with deft skill from lots of practice.  He moved to the other side as Michael pulled her other arm until they were spread wide, the second leather strap securing her, Jenna just beginning to get her senses back and starting to struggle.
      “You can get the rest while I look for something interesting to use on this naughty girl.”  Michael went over to the large cabinet, opening it up, rummaging through it for just the right instrument.
      Mr. Lawson knelt down on the floor, grabbing an ankle in his hand, yanking her leg harshly to the side.  He tightened the strap more than he should, but that would be the least of her worries.  He moved to the other side, looking up between her legs as he yanked the other leg, feeling her fight as he spread her open.  She struggled, but Mr. Lawson was far too powerful to let a little girl have her way.  He pulled her legs wide until she groaned, putting the leather strap around her ankle.  He released her leg, seeing her almost standing on her toes.  He stood up, admiring his handiwork.  She looked so sexy, tied and stretched into a big X, her muscles taut, her breasts thrust up so high that they almost pointed to the ceiling.  And her pussy, her lips pulled back, no amount of tightness could protect her from the wide spread of her legs.  She looked at him, a combination of fear and hatred.  There would be no need of a gag, enjoying a girl’s screams, only making him harder.  And then her mouth would be put to good use, whether she liked it or not.
      Her crotch ached, her thighs ached, the tight bondage yanking her body wide until she thought the joints in her limbs would break.  She didn’t know why they didn’t gag her, but she stayed quiet, her face still hurting from the blows the other one had inflicted on her.  Mr. Lawson was in front of her, Jenna struggling as his hands slid slowly over her neck, afraid that he would strangle her.  His hands slid down over her chest, to her full breasts, fingers hefting them up as though they were grapefruit to be weighed, making them bounce as he looked down at them.  She felt his fingers slowly run around her areolas, Jenna struggling to fight the urges that raced through her body, ashamed as she felt her nipples swell in spite of the danger.
      Mr. Lawson loved her big tits, his finger teasing close to her nipples, seeing them begin to grow erect in spite of the harsh treatment.  All the sluts were like that, their bodies responding in spite of the bondage or maybe because of it.  His fingers sought out her large nipples, feeling them grow thick and hard, his fingers slapping harshly back and forth over them, his hard fingernails hitting the flesh.  He looked at her, her lips clenched tight as she sought to fight the urges in her body, his fingers pinching her tits and pulling them up by her nipples until they were almost pointing to the ceiling.  His mouth went to capture its prize, his head bending down, his hand hefting up one ripe tit, his lips encircling the hardened bud, his teeth nibbling gently on her nipple.  He felt her body freeze as he sucked her tit into his mouth.
      She was naked, the man taking liberties with her body that she had reserved only for her husband.  She was ashamed, not as much as being naked in front of strangers, but for the way her body was responding.  He was sucking her nipple like a baby, her muscles taut when she felt his teeth grinding back and forth over her nipple.  She tried to push away from him, but they had spread her open, the straps holding her body tight.  His other hand was kneading her other breast like it was bread dough, clenching and unclenching on her flesh, her nipple springing to life in his palm.  Her nipple felt like it was a foot long, the powerful suction in his mouth drawing it far out, his tongue slapping back and forth over it.
      Mr. Lawson pulled his mouth from her tit, pressing his lips against hers.  One hand held her head tight as he kissed her, her soft, silky lips pressed against his, his tongue finally forcing its way into her mouth to attack her tongue.
      She couldn’t believe that he was kissing her as though he were her husband, French kissing her, his tongue exploring her gums and teeth.  He held her head tight, Jenna barely able to breathe.  He released her head, his hands moving down to cup her breasts, sliding back and forth over her nipples, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth.  “MMMGGGG!”  She protested, her cries muffled by his kiss as one hand slid down over her stomach, her thighs struggling to close, the straps holding her spread so wide.  His fingers were powerful, squeezing her lips together, yanking them out, Jenna struggling to stop the rape of her body.  His fingers sought her slit, pushing inside, Jenna ashamed that he found her wet, unable to explain her body’s reaction.  Her hips tried to move away as his fingers moved high up her slit to find her clit, her body trembling as his fingers slapped her pleasure button.
      “Hot little cunt,” Mr. Lawson commented rubbing her pussy, finding her wet and hot.  His hands went around her, his cock pushed against her pussy.  “That’s for you, baby.  All of it.”
      It was huge, like a tree trunk pressed against her.  She could feel it jerking against her as he moved his hips from side to side, the monster cock pushing aside her lips, her only salvation being his pants that still contained the monster.  His hands slid over her ass cheeks, molding her flesh as she tried to clench them tight, the spread of her legs giving her little protection.  His fingers found her sweat-drenched crack, sliding up and down her ass cheeks, a series of spasms in her anus as the fingers passed over her most intimate hole.  One finger stopped, pressed hard against her puckered anus, sending her muscles into uncontrollable clenching, the hard cock pressing back and forth against her slit.
      “I see you couldn’t wait, Mr. Lawson,” Michael said as he returned.  In his hand he held a whip, the handle in the shape of a cock, the end crowned with a thick head, the rest of the handle laced with fake veins that stood out in curled delight.  The end of the whip held eight strands of leather, each strand having a thick knot at the end, the leather worn and stained from use.
      Mr. Lawson moved out of the way, moving behind Jenna.  He pressed his cock against her naked ass cheeks, pulling them apart so she could feel the head of his cock against her body even through his pants.  “You can warm her up for me.”
      Jenna couldn’t believe what he was holding.  A whip!  “Don’t!”  She begged, tears in her eyes.  “I won’t try to escape again.”
      “I’m not going to whip you for escaping, Jenna.  I expected you would do that.  I’m going to whip you because I enjoy it.  As does Mr. Lawson.  I’m sure you can feel his cock.  I’m going to make you dance on it.  And I will enjoy your screams.”  He swung the whip before she even realized it, slapping hard from the side to catch her across the stomach.
      She heard the noise of the whip as the leather strands slapped together, sounding like gunshots.  She felt a thud as they struck her stomach, temporarily surprised that she didn’t feel the pain.  Then the pain laced out from the sensitive skin of her stomach, racing to her brain, a scream torn from her lips as she saw the bright red welts already appearing on her white skin.  “EEEEWWWWW,” her voice rising as she shrieked in pain.  She couldn’t control her breathing, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she tried to cope with the pain that laced through her body.  “NNNOOO!”  She saw the evil grin on his face as his hand drew the whip back, Jenna trying to brace for the pain.  But nothing could have prepared her, the whip shooting out in front of her, this time lower down, Jenna shaking her head in denial as the harsh leather strands curled around her parted thighs, the knots digging painfully into the supple flesh of one thigh, the pain shooting between her legs as the whip raised deep red welts on her tender flesh.
      Michael’s cock grew in excitement as the whip danced across her flesh, enjoying her anguished screams of pain, each time Michael seeking out fresh, untouched skin.  He struck her other thigh, this time higher up, one knot hitting her on her perineum, a louder scream torn from her lips.  Her body jerked, but she could do little to hide her flesh from the whip.
      Her body was ablaze in pain, the whip attacking her without letup, each time striking a new spot of unblemished skin, red welts left where it had visited.  He was hitting high up between her legs, hitting so close to her sex that she could felt the breeze as the whip passed close, her body jerked when it hit her perineum, the knot tearing the sensitive skin.  She was afraid of where he would hit next.  She didn’t expect the next one.  She was worried about between her legs, but the whip curled around to snap harshly over one of her bare breasts, her body jerking, her tit dancing as the knots tore into her firm flesh.  How could he be so evil as I screamed out in pain?  “Not there!”  The leather strands slashed across her breasts, but it was her nipple that received the brunt of the pain, the hardened tip so vulnerable as if it were beckoning the knot to find it.  And find it, it did, the pain lacing through her breast and shooting to her brain.  She looked down, sure that her nipple was torn and bloody, but it was only red and swollen, an easier target for the whip again.  It returned, attacking with a vengeance, knots dancing over the throbbing nipple, Michael grinning evilly as her large breasts danced up and down.
      Her big tits bounced up and down, Michael taking his time to work on one tit before he moved to the other, the white flesh now marked with dark red welts, her once pink nipple swollen and deep red.  “I love to whip big tits,” Michael spoke so casually, swinging the whip to attack her other tip, a louder scream torn from her lips as fresh skin was torn by the unforgiving knots.
      As if she didn’t have enough problems with Michael whipping her, she felt Mr. Lawson behind her.  She had forgotten about him, too concerned about the whipping she was receiving.  She felt the hot flesh pushed against her ass, sure that he was naked.  Then she felt his hands pulling her cheeks apart, gasping as she felt something huge placed between them, his fingers curling in her cheeks until her butt was cradling a monster cock.  It had to be a foot long; Jenna would never be able to take something that huge between her legs.  It jerked and jumped as her ass cheeks clenched each time the whip tore at her breasts.  Her breasts were a mass of pain, her nipples throbbing.  She would never be the same again, her unblemished skin now laced with red welts, more appearing with each strike.  She felt some relief when Mr. Lawson pulled his prick from between her cheeks, but his hands took its place, taking liberties with her ass.  His hands held her cheeks apart, calloused fingers straying in her crack and running over her anus.  The whip was below her waist now, attacking her abdomen, the knots moving close to her sex, her ass pushing back onto the fingers that were running up and down her sweat-drenched crack.
      Michael began to attack her pussy, first high up, the knots tearing at her puffy lips, pubic hairs ripped out as the knots beat her flesh.  He loved to soften a girl up, whipping her pussy, the flesh tender, making her bounce so delightfully when he fucked her.  But he needed to get her ready for Mr. Lawson.  He could tell by her face that he was playing with her asshole, Jenna biting her lip.
      She felt a finger on her anus, scared as it began to push, the pressure building.  She tried to clench the muscles of her ass, but only succeeding in trapping the tip of the finger.  She relaxed, suddenly finding her anus impaled by a thick finger that wormed its way inside her.  It felt strange, pushing hard against her muscles, wiggling like a giant worm in her.  She tried to push away from it, but the whip hit her pussy with a loud thwack, the pain shooting between her legs, shoving her ass back onto the invading finger.  She felt the whip shoot up between her legs almost as if it were in slow motion.  She waited for it to hit, the knots finding the most intimate part of her body.  She shrieked in pain as the knots tore between her lips and attacked her inner lips.  She shoved her ass back, the finger entering so deep.  She pulled away, but Michael was already hefting the whip and attacking her pussy again, shoving back, this time shrieking as two fingers entered her asshole.  She felt the stretching, the fingers spreading wider inside her.  “Take them out!”  She cried out, but the whip attacked her again, this time a knot catching her on her pleasure button, the pain exploding in her head.
      “I’m just getting you ready,” Mr. Lawson pushed his fingers deeper into her asshole, opening them as he shoved inside her hot, clenching asshole.  She would be a nice ass fuck, hot and tight, though he suspected that he would probably tear her a bit when he fucked her.  No girl could take a 13-inch cock in their ass without some pain.  But he cared little, only concerned with his own pleasure.
      Ready for what, Jenna growing more scared.  Two fingers became three, tearing her anal ring.  At least Michael had stopped whipping her, but he moved close to her, his face only inches from hers.  “Maybe you want something in that hot cunt.”  She felt something hard rubbed up and down her whipped pussy, igniting fresh pain in her body.  She looked down, Michael turned the whip around, the handle looking like a giant, hard cock.
      Michael forced the whip handle between her legs, pushing harder as he felt the tight resistance.  He corkscrewed it into her, first one inch, then two, then three inches, the head of the handle opening her up.
      The fingers in her ass were tearing her up, going so deep that the pain gave her cramps, but the whip handle was just as bad, the thick, unyielding handle pushing into her tight pussy, the veins on the shaft rubbing harshly on her soft insides.  He was twisting and turning the handle, making her feel every bump and vein on the shaft, each time another inch screwed into her body, his eyes staring at her as she endured the rape of her pussy by the whip.  She felt another burst of agony in her ass, four fingers now stretching her ring, burning as the thick knuckles pushed into her virgin asshole.  She felt jagged fingernails scratch the tender walls of her guts, fingers twisting and turning as her muscles tried to force the cruel invaders out.  They were fucking her from both sides, and all she could do was bounce in the tight bondage.
      Mr. Lawson had four fingers in her ass now, fighting for every inch as he pushed in.  Her rectum had given up the battle, forced into submission by the constant pressure of his thick fingers.  She was moaning in pain, but that only added to his excitement.  He looked down, her ring gripping his fingers almost protectively, his large knuckles stretching her anal ring even wider.  He pushed in until his knuckles banged against her tight opening.  He pulled his fingers out until only the tips were inside her, pressing two fingers of his other hand against her stretched hole.  He shoved in, her scream ringing out against the stone walls.
      It felt like his fingers were ripping her open, a strange fire in her ass that spread between her legs.  The whip was fucking her, in and out, her pussy forced to open and close on the hard, unyielding handle, not like the flesh of a cock.  She felt every bump, ridge and vein inside her as it raped her.  She had never felt anything so big and powerful between her legs.  And that troubled her, her sex was responding to it, growing wetter.
      Michael could see that she was beginning to enjoy the whip handle, in spite of what Mr. Lawson was doing to her asshole.  She would later thank him for opening her up to his cock, his fingers preparing her for something much longer inside her.  He looked at the whip handle as it pulled out, soaked with her juices, her pussy clinging around the uneven shaft.
      It felt like he was putting two hands up her ass, tearing and abusing her flesh.  Her elastic asshole stretched wide over the fingers, sure that she would never be the same again.  It would have been worse if it weren’t for the whip handle in her pussy.  In spite of the whipping, she was drenched, her pussy clamped tight on the handle.  Then she felt some relief.  His fingers pulled from her ass but not before they pulled her anal ring wide apart while she shrieked in pain.  Then they were gone, even the whip handle pulled from her pussy.  Instead of feeling relief, she actually missed them.  They has brought her body to a peak and then deserted her.
      Mr. Lawson moved behind her, his hand sliding around her waist and up to cup her whipped tits, feeling her body clench in pain when his fingers traced the welts.  He found her nipples, tugging at them until they became erect, his fingers pinching harder and stretching them.  He rubbed his cock back and forth over her naked ass cheeks, eager to be inside her.
      Michael had left her, going off to the cabinet, Jenna fearing what he would return with.  Mr. Lawson was back to pawing at her body, but at least his fingers left her asshole alone, the tiny hole still aching where he stretched it too far.  She still felt his hardness between her cheeks, the wide spread of her legs doing little for protection.  “NO!”  His hands had left her breasts, but she felt them behind her, pulling her ass cheeks apart, Jenna feeling the rubbery head of his cock pushed against her asshole.  She hadn’t seen how big it was, but she felt it.  Too big to go inside her ass.  Not that any cock should be put in there.  She felt his hips jerking, the urgent pushing of his cock against her anus.  She tugged on the leather straps holding her arms spread, her body pushed forward as her anus struggled to keep the raping cock from entering her.  She began to sob, begging him to take it out, feeling the pressure of his cock as it stretched her anal ring.
      She tried to move her hips to the side, first one then the other, Mr. Lawson following her every movement as he felt the excitement of her asshole on the head of his cock.  He waited patiently, finally seeing Michael return.
      Michael put the wooden clothespins on the table next to her, over twenty of them.  “All girls love jewelry, I’m going to decorate that lovely naked body.”  He saw her hard nipples, taking one of the clothespins and opening it in front of Jenna’s face so she could see the heavy spring.  He grabbed her breast, holding it still, the clothespin opened wide around her erect nipple.  He let it snap shut, releasing her breast so he could watch her reaction.
      She stared at the clothespin as if it weren’t real, seeing the thing snap on her nipple then the sudden rush of pain hit her chest, Jenna shrieking loudly at the top of her lungs.  “AAAAAGGGHHH!”  It felt like her nipple was crushed in a vise, the wooden clothespin far more powerful than it looked.  She shook her chest, trying to shake it free but only succeeding in making it hurt worse each time it swung back and forth.  “NNNOOO,” her voice trembling in pain as Michael opened another clothespin, shoving it in her face as his other hand made her nipple erect and an easy target.  “EEEEEWWWW,” her head shooting up as the clothespin snapped shut on her other nipple, trapping her tender flesh between the hard, unyielding wooden clamp.  Michael was cruel, slapping it up and down, the pain ignited each time it shook.  And Mr. Lawson was relentless behind her, Jenna hanging spread and open, the thick cock stretching her anal ring.
      Michael ringed her nipples with more clothespins, her white skin pinched tight, but nothing was nicer than her nipples, the flesh crushed by the powerful clothespins, Michael slapping all of them to make them dance on her chest.  He heard Jenna grunting, but knew it wasn’t the clothespins, but Mr. Lawson behind her finally succeeding in shoving his cock up her virgin asshole.  He waited patiently for the scream he knew would come soon enough, the moment when his cockhead would burst into her rectum for the first time.  Once trapped inside, he would be free to fill her with his monstrous cock.
      She felt his hairy legs against the back of her thighs, his hands tighter on her hips, holding her pinned against him, a dull ache in her anus as his cock began to stretch her.  More clothespins attacked her breasts, then his hands pinched her abdomen, clothespins attacking her tender skin as he moved down her body.  Closer to her pussy, afraid of how far he would go.  His fingers teased over her mound, pulling her pussy lips out, Jenna bracing for the pain.  She felt the clothespins clamp on her lips, not as painful as her nipples, more of a gentle pressure.  She felt Mr. Lawson’s hands pulling her cheeks apart until it almost felt like he was tearing them, her anus forced to stretch, the head of his cock becoming more demanding as Mr. Lawson pushed up with his hips, the head of his cock stretching her more.  Her ass went into a series of spasms as the cock probed her asshole, feeling like he was trying to split her in two.  “NNNNNOOO!”  She shrieked in pain as the cock began to have success, her anal ring stretching so wide she was sure it would tear, shoving back with all of her muscles to try to keep the invader out of her virgin ass.  How could he want to do such a thing to me?
      Mr. Lawson lost his patience, the heat of her asshole was exciting him too much.  He pushed with his hips, holding her pinned against him.  He rubbed his cock from side to side, opening her up, watching as her anal ring slowly expanded to take his cock inside.  He grunted and shoved, the head of his cock suddenly shoved into her virgin hole with a loud popping noise, her muscles gripping the head of his cock in a tight vise.
      “AAAAGGGHH,” Jenna felt some wetness behind her, sure that her anal ring was torn.  She felt the hot cock of Mr. Lawson slide inside her, her body shivering as he impaled her on his monstrous cock.  He was splitting her apart, making her dance on his cock, the muscles in her legs taut as she tried to stand on her toes to escape the slow fucking, stretching higher inside her as he fed his cock into her ass.  She forgot all about the clothespins until she felt Michael’s fingers teasing her clit out of hiding, his fingertip gently coaxing her pleasure button out from beneath its protective hood.  She tried to fight it, but he was gentle, not like he was only seconds ago.  Her pussy felt like it was on fire as Michael snapped a clothespin on her unprotected clit, screaming in pain, shoving her ass back to escape the bite of the clothespin, forcing more of Mr. Lawson’s cock into her ass.  She felt the head of his cock stretch her from the inside, shoved deep in her rectum as her muscles clenched tight on the head, trying to push it out.  Michael slapped the clothespins, first the ones on her breasts, then the ones on her pussy, her body shaking as the one that trapped her clit sent fiery feelings deep between her legs.
      Mr. Lawson slowly screwed his cock into her ass, Michael making her dance on his organ, all the while he twisted his hips from side to side, opening her up as he fed more and more of his thick shaft inside her.  He had over two inches inside her but had about a foot of cock to go.  He grunted loudly, shouting out excitedly.  “Hot, tight asshole around my cock.  Gonna fuck it hard.”
      It felt like a giant log was shoved up her ass, pushing higher into her guts, Jenna sobbing in pain as it burrowed deep inside her intestines.  Michael kept slapping the clothespins, her body shaking in pain, forcing her back onto the raping cock in her ass.  Then she felt him pulling out, feeling like her guts were being sucked out by a powerful vacuum.  It was short lived, shoving back in again, this time Jenna shivering in fear as she felt the thick shaft open her up, this time more of the fat cock shoved inside her, her insides forced into submission by the demanding cock.  Her body was covered in sweat, Jenna crying out as he drew his cock back out, her insides contracting from the powerful suction as he withdrew.  She gulped as though she was swallowing it, the cock relentless as it pushed back in, the slow, gradual fucking moving higher inside her bowels.  “AWWWWW,” squealing loudly as he pulled back out, stopping for just a second, her anal ring nipping at his shaft before he shoved back in.  The thick bar of flesh was sending a fiery feeling between her legs, Michel continuing to slap the clothespins, especially the one that trapped her pleasure button.  She couldn’t believe the fullness she felt, like after she ate a big meal, Mr. Lawson’s cock stretching her guts from the inside.
      Mr. Lawson nibbled on the back on her neck, his hips moving back and forth, his cock fighting for every inch in her virgin asshole, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft as she fought to shove him out.  Over half of his cock was inside her, hearing Jenna gulping as if she was swallowing it in her throat instead of her ass when he fed it up her asshole.  Whatever lubrication was on his cock had worn off by the friction of her tight hole, Mr. Lawson struggling to fuck his cock back in each time.
      “How do you like taking a cock up your ass, Jenna?”  Michael slapped the clothespin on her clit, back and forth, her hips jerking from the unexpected pain.
      “Bastard!”  She cried out, Mr. Lawson shoving back in, feeling her stomach turn as it straightened out the bend in her intestines.  Her clit felt like it was being torn from her body, but nothing could match the pain as the cock continued to drive deep into her belly.  Would it never end?  Her anal ring was numb, battered by his cock.  All her pain was centered in her ass, Mr. Lawson drooling on her neck as he punched his cock into her ass.  She wasn’t sure how much was inside her, but she still didn’t feel him bumping against her ass cheeks.  “AAAAGGGHHHH,” Mr. Lawson pushed with an unusually powerful thrust, her ass going from empty to full in a matter of seconds.  Her insides clenched on the raping cock, but the thick cock forced its way inside her until she felt it deep in her bowels.  He held it there, Jenna feeling it jerk and shudder, her ring going into a series of uncontrollable spasms.  It began to pull out, but only an inch, shoving back in as he fed her another inch of cock.  He began to jackhammer her ass with his cock, short, jerky punches but from the inside, each time more and more of his cock fed into her once-virgin asshole.  She straightened her back, feeling like a giant steel bar was shoved inside her, making her stand on her toes.
      He had almost a foot of cock inside her, looking down as he withdrew it, Jenna grunting just as loudly when he pulled out as when he shoved in.  He wouldn’t last much longer, the dry friction of her asshole making his cock feel like it was being rubbed by sandpaper.  But he was determined to make her take all of it, one of the few chances he had in his life, Jenna not asked for her consent to being raped in the ass.  He concentrated, fucking harder and faster until finally his abdomen slapped loudly against her up-thrust ass cheeks.  He held his cock deep in her guts, feeling it dance along her ass lining.  Her muscles went into a series of spasms that rippled up and down his shaft, feeling like tiny fingers masturbating him.
      Michael was gentle now, his finger stroking up and down her slit, even though it still made the clothespins dance.  His finger danced over the one on her clit, teasing the side of the crushed bud, making it harder, the pain more intense as the clothespin crushed it in its unforgiving jaws.  She felt Mr. Lawson behind her, her stomach turning over in pain, feeling the sharp cramps as his long cock straightened out the bends in her guts until she felt his body slam against her ass cheeks with a loud slap.  He was all the way in and she could feel every inch of it, every throbbing inch in her intestines.  It jerked inside her, stretching her more with each flutter.  All her senses were concentrated between her legs, Michael’s fingers bringing about an unexpected pleasure, his fingers slapping the clothespins on her pussy lips, making the lips rub back and forth against each other.  Even her clit, trapped beneath the clothespin, Michael tapping it, fiery sensations running through her pussy, her muscles clenching uncontrollably, Jenna almost wishing for a cock inside her pussy.  And her ass, never believing she had such sexual feelings in such a place, the cock coming alive in her guts, Michael slapping the clothespins making her asshole clench and unclench on the raping cock.  She felt Mr. Lawson behind her, knowing something was going to happen, feeling like he was trying to drive his cock out her mouth.  She couldn’t help it, screaming when she felt his cock swell inside her, knowing what was next.  She came uncontrollably when she felt the first powerful jet of cum shoot in her guts, spraying his hot cum into her bowels, shrieking loudly, Michael slapping at the clothespins, igniting a powerful orgasm that raced through her bound and ravaged body.
      Mr. Lawson threw back his head and howled in pleasure, the cum shooting up from his tight balls and along the long shaft of his cock, jetting into her asshole.  He felt her ass contracting on his cock when he spurted his cum into her, his cock shooting out again, more violently, filling her with his hot seed, deep in her once-virgin asshole.  He pulled back out, her insides clinging to his cock, struggling to hold the next spurt until he shoved back in.  He reversed direction, his cock sliding easily as he shot a third load of cum, his cock shoving it deeper into her guts.  He pumped his cock the last few times, but Jenna had already slumped in her bondage, her body spent.  He left his cock in her asshole, enjoying her body’s attempt to push him out, her muscles gradually pushing out his semi-hard cock until it popped free, his milky, white cum dripping slowly out her abused asshole.
      She was exhausted, the pain of Michael pulling off the clothespins barely fazing her.  Her asshole still hurt, in spite of Mr. Lawson’s cock forced out of her ass.  He walked in front of her, Jenna surprised at the size of his semi-erect cock, not sure how she survived something that big in her once-virgin asshole, sure that it was recently bigger.  She only hoped they would let her go now, but once Michael took the clothespins off, he made no attempt to take her off the frame.  Every muscle in her body ached, none more than between her legs.
      Jenna felt the frame move, Mr. Lawson swinging the frame until she was parallel to the floor, her belly hanging down, her body pulling hard against the wrist and ankle cuffs.  Her breasts dangled beneath her, Jenna afraid once again of the whip.  Michael stood in front of her, but he was naked now, his fist holding out a thick cock.  Not as long as Mr. Lawson’s, but every bit as thick.  Then it dawned on her.  She was at just the convenient height, her face only inches from his cock.  He wanted her mouth, and she could do little to stop him except clench her lips tight in refusal.  What Alex did to her the other night now seemed quite pale in comparison.  She was bound naked, her ass raped, her mouth next, her body covered with welts from a whip.  She would almost welcome to be able to be home in bed with Alex, even tied spread eagle to the bed.
      “I don’t think she wants to suck my cock, Mr. Lawson.  Think you might have something to make her change her mind?”  Michael smiled down at Jenna, holding her head up so he could look into her tear-stained eyes, her lips clenched tight in defiance.  “For someone that just got ass raped, you certainly aren’t very smart.  You think you can refuse us?”  He stroked her face as Mr. Lawson readied, slipping beneath the frame so he could stand between her wide-spread legs.
      She didn’t say anything, refusing to take his cock in her mouth.  She looked at it, the head as big as her mouth, almost purple, a thick ridge around it, heavy veins running up the side of the shaft.  At the base, his prickly pubic hairs were poised to rub along her face if he got it inside her mouth.  He was stroking her face almost gently, but she remembered what he did with the whip to her body, the welts still burning.  She felt fumbling between her legs, her thigh muscles clenching as though she could close her legs, but she could do little to stop Mr. Lawson.  She felt something cold between her pussy lips, hard and demanding as it rubbed up and down her slit, gathering up her juices, reminding Jenna how shameful she was in cumming while being raped.  She felt something blunt spreading her pussy lips apart, sliding easily inside though it did spread her open.  It pushed inside her, feeling like a cock, but something was different.  In spite of a cock being hard, it also felt soft, soft flesh.  Not like this one.
      Mr. Lawson pushed the metal dildo into her pussy, her juices making the gleaming metal shaft slide in with ease.  He fed her a couple of inches before he stopped, checking the long black wire that ran from the end to make sure it was out of the way.  In his other hand he held the switch.
      It almost felt good, warming up quickly once it was inside her.  She would have welcomed it before, but she was leery now, knowing that Michael was trying to force her to suck his cock, her body tense as she waited for the worse.  It wasn’t what she had expected, a humming noise and then she felt her pussy lips tugging at each other as they began to swell up.  She felt a tingling deep in her pussy and it was coming from the dildo inside her.  She couldn’t stop herself, feeling her pussy getting wet, clenching on the dildo with an unaccustomed fondness.
      Michael’s hands rubbed her face, feeling tiny shocks of electricity jump from her skin to his hands.  “The dildo is electrified, Jenna.  What you feel now is the lowest setting.  In a moment Mr. Lawson will increase the current.  It will feel like you are being fried from the inside.  And he also has a probe, able to reach any part of your body, including that abused little asshole.”  He moved away from her face as the humming grew louder.
      The next thing she felt was the sparking in her wet pussy, feeling like thousands of fingers touching her intimately.  The humming grew louder in her head, her body shaking, her skin sweating as the electricity increased.  She could feel her pussy twitch and spasm on the thick dildo as the electricity raced through her body.  Mr. Lawson began to fuck her with the dildo, the electricity going deeper into her pussy, her soft, moist passage electrified by the metal dildo.  Her body began to shake up and down as the electricity attacked her, sparks shooting through her pussy.  She began to drool, Mr. Lawson drawing the hard dildo out, then shoving it back in, the electricity jolting her sensitive flesh as it drilled deep inside her.  He kept it up for long minutes, the voltage increasing, Jenna biting her lip as she suffered the painful jolting of her pussy.  When she didn’t think it could get any worse, she felt a coldness on her sore anus, and then she was impaled, igniting the fresh pain of her ass rape.  Something pushed into her, a sudden jolt of electricity in her guts, her bowels burned as the electricity shot in her, the pain returning.  It was another metal dildo, alive with electricity.  It was like before, only worse, this time impaled in both holes, the electricity frying her insides as she bounced helplessly in the tight bondage.  Both of the dildoes moved rapidly, Jenna going from empty to full, each time the electricity jolting deep inside her until her stomach cramped in pain.  She couldn’t help that her ass muscles gripped the metal dildo in her ass almost lovingly, forced by the jolts of electricity that sent her muscles in a series of spasms.  Her pussy and asshole clamped on and off the unyielding metal, Jenna not sure she could stand the pain much longer.
      Her asshole and pussy swallowed up the dildoes, Mr. Lawson having a hard time gripping them, her pussy juicing up in spite of the electricity that raced through her body.  He pulled the dildo from her asshole, only to move it lower to touch her clit with it, her ass humped up in pain, a shriek torn from her lips.
      “GGGGGGGHHHHHH,” her scream was inhuman as she felt the terrible jolt of electricity run through her clit.  She peed, unable to control herself, hearing the sparks as her pee conducted the electricity as it ran down the inside of her legs.  Her whole body was being jolted, Jenna not able to contain the pain any longer.  “Please,” she begged.
      “What do you want to do, Jenna?”  Michael moved closer to her, his cock in front of her face.
      “Turn it off,” she cried in pain, another jolt shooting painfully through her pleasure button.
      “What will you do if I turn it off?”  He wanted to make her beg for it.
      “I’ll suck it.”  Mr. Lawson turned the electricity up higher, the hum buzzing in her ears.  “I’ll suck your cock!”  Her body slumped as the electricity suddenly shut off, only the feeling of the dildo in her pussy remaining, a grim reminder that he could turn it back on in a second.
      Michael yanked her head up by her hair, feeling some of it pull out, tears running down her cheeks.  But her mouth opened submissively, ready to pleasure him.  “You ever suck a cock before, Jenna?”
      She shook her head no, her eyes pleading with him but she kept her mouth open, surrendering to the evil device still in her pussy.
      Michael didn’t wait, shoving his cock into her mouth, her soft, silky lips sliding over the fat head and into the hot depths of her waiting mouth.  His cock slid over her tongue and pushed to the back of her mouth in one thrust, banging hard against her tonsils.  She gagged, but Michael didn’t move, enjoying her terror.  “Make sure you don’t bite my cock or use your teeth on me.  Or I’ll pull everyone of them out of your mouth.”
      Her mouth filled with spit, mixed with a salty taste from his cum.  Now she knew why she wouldn’t suck a cock before, her face grimaced from the foul taste, struggling not to choke as her lips were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft.  His hips began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, Jenna nothing but a tight set of lips for him.  She felt it bump against her cheeks, pushing them out, moving from one side to the other.  It was worse when he held her head tight and pumped his cock in straight, sliding over her tongue to the back of her mouth.  Each time she choked, but he stopped short of her throat, but she knew that it was only a matter of time.
      “You’re a natural cocksucker, Jenna, but I think any girl is.  That’s what they’re born for, fucking and sucking.”  He had half of his cock inside her mouth, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he fed it all down her gullet.  “Take a deep breath, Jenna and breathe through your nose.  Don’t worry, you won’t die.  It’ll just feel like it.”  With these last words, he shoved with his hips, not stopping when he felt the resistance at the back of her mouth, punching into the tightness of her throat.  He held her head tight as she struggled, the look of terror in her eyes as they opened wide, suddenly finding she couldn’t breathe, a thick cock blocking her throat.
      She felt it rasp in her throat, the thick cock stretching her just as Mr. Lawson’s cock had stretched her ass.  She was being raped for the second time; this time her mouth and throat and there was little she could do about it except accommodate it.  She gulped, choking as the thick flesh made her stomach turn in revulsion, struggling to keep from vomiting, sure she would choke to death if she did.  Michael cared little for her comfort, his hands holding her head too tight, pumping his cock in and out of her tight throat, but never quite pulling it out.  It felt like he was trying to punch it into her stomach.  Her mouth was filled with the foul taste of his cum and cock, but she could do nothing but struggle to fill her lungs with precious air, her nostrils flaring, her throat plugged by his massive cock.
      “God, such a tight throat, Mr. Lawson.  She should be arrested for not sharing these tight holes.  We’ll put them to good use.”  Michael wouldn’t last much longer, her tight throat such a delight to his cock, her muscles rippling up and down his cock as they tried to force it out.  He shoved his cock deeper into her throat, his hand moving to the side of her neck, almost able to feel the outline of his cock in her throat.  He would have loved to stay in her throat and cum, but he wanted to make her work for it.  She had to learn to be a good slut.  “I’m going to pull my cock from your throat, but you better go to work on me.  I want to feel your tongue lick my cock, your lips suck it until I cum in your mouth.  And you better not let a drop drip out, swallow it all or Mr. Lawson will fuck you with the electric dildoes until he fries your pussy and asshole.”
      She filled her lungs with air, relieved when his cock popped free of her throat.  Such a simple thing as breathing suddenly became a gift.  A gift that had to be repaid.  As soon as her lungs were filled, her tongue went to work.  It felt strange as she felt the cock in her mouth with her tongue, outlining the thick head, feeling the ridge underneath it.  Her tongue raced up and down the shaft, feeling the heavy veins that ran up the sides, the taste of his cum the least of her worries, for soon he would spill his cum in her mouth and she would be forced to swallow it, the metal dildo still in her pussy a grim reminder of the penalties of disobedience.  She sucked it deeper into her mouth as though she enjoyed it, her tongue racing over the head until she tasted the cum that her tongue had coaxed from his balls.  It bathed her taste buds with its salty flavor, but she continued to suck his cock with an enthusiasm, her battered body testament to her surrender.  Her head bobbed back and forth, Michael holding it upright as the sound of her sucking filled the room with her shameful behavior.  She heard his heavy breathing, feeling his cock swell in her mouth, bracing for what she knew was coming.
      His hands held her head tight in case she balked at swallowing his cum, but she didn’t do anything but swallow his cum, her cheeks blowing up as he shot in her, gulping loudly as she swallowed his thick crème.  His balls tingled as he unloaded his cum in her willing mouth, her eyes looking up at him in submission as she sucked the cum from his balls.  He let his cock linger in her mouth after he came, leisurely enjoying the way her tongue still didn’t stop moving, cleansing his cock of the cum.  He hesitantly withdrew his cock, her lips tightly grasped around the shaft as though she didn’t want it to leave.  Even the last swipe of her tongue over the head of his cock, cleaning the last drop of cum as his slick cock slid over her lips and down her chin.  He patted her head.  “Good girl, Jenna.  Good little slut.”
      They let her off the frame, Jenna’s body slumping to the floor; her muscles had long given out.  They dragged her naked body over to a table, laying her on her back, her arms stretched out over her head.  She could only watch as they bound them high above her head.  Her legs were drawn up into the air until her ass pulled from the table, her legs tied together, strung up like a piece of meat.  A hand slapped her ass, feeling the heat of the blow so near her pussy, only imagining how she must look.  Her pussy was the only place they hadn’t fucked, but she knew that they would be back.  For hours she could still taste the cum in her mouth, finally dozing off into an exhausted sleep, waking up with the slightest noise, thinking they were coming back to rape her again.  She prayed for Haley and her mother that they didn’t have to go through what she did.

Chapter 3
Incest

      
      Beth was groggy, not sure why.  She was tied up on a bed, at least she was still fully clothed, though they were messed up and wrinkled.  Whatever she was given still had not completely worn off because her mind was not functioning as usual.  It was as if she were floating above the bed, watching her own self as if far away.  The door opened, two men, large men, came in.  She had a gag in her mouth, spit drooling down her chin, her mouth forced open by it, feeling like a baseball was forced between her lips.  Her jaws ached, stretched too wide for too long of a time.
      One of the men pulled her up until she was almost kneeling, the other untying her legs so she could at least feel them again.
      Bill took a small vial of coke, putting a silver spoon into it and filling it.  “Hold her,” he told Jesse.  Jesse grabbed her head, holding her tight as Bill shoved the spoon into her nose.  He closed her other nostril, cutting off her only air supply, the gag leaving little room for air to get into her mouth.  He watched her eyes as she struggled.  “Sniff it and I’ll let you breathe again.”  He saw her fighting, but her eyes were already glazing over from lack of air and knew she wouldn’t last much longer.  Then he heard her snort.  “Once more.”  She obeyed quickly this time, Bill sure that her lungs were burning from lack of air.  He pulled the spoon out of one nostril, the silver spoon empty of its potent content.  He released her nose, the sound of her sucking in precious air filling the room.  He watched her ample breasts heaving up and down as she filled her lungs.  “You gonna make it easy this time?”
      Beth felt her head spinning, never having taken drugs before.  Well maybe just not in a long time, a family to raise, no time for drugs.  A strange tingling in her body, feeling like her senses were on alert.  She saw the one man fill the spoon again, hearing his threat.  She knew she couldn’t stop them, they could stop her from breathing with such ease, and they didn’t look like they cared much for human life.  Especially hers.  When the spoon was shoved into her nose she did the only thing she could do, snorting it like she saw them do on television.  It burned for a second, Beth able to taste it in the back of her throat, then it shot to her brain like lightening.  It was as though all of her senses were acute.  She was grateful when they pulled the gag from her mouth, a small round, plastic ball, glistening with her spit.  One of them wiped her chin.  She didn’t say a thing as they helped her off the bed, holding her up until she could feel her legs again.
      They walked down the hallway to a room, opening the door, the large room dark except for the center.  In the center stood a large bed, carefully made, posts at all four corners.  She knew she was going to be raped and for some reason it didn’t even scare her.  It was the drugs, Beth sure of it.  She could feel her nipples tingling and between her legs she felt an urge that she hadn’t felt in a long time.  She was betrayed by her husband, catching him in bed with a younger woman, almost as young of a girl as Jenna.  After all she had given him.  She hadn’t been with a man since he left, not even masturbating.  That had been three months ago.  She looked at the two men, both large and muscular, younger than she was, much younger, not much older than Jenna.  Would they be the ones that raped me?  That would almost be fitting, fucked by younger men, just like her husband’s choice of a bedmate.  She tried to peer into the darkness, but she couldn’t make out anything, the lights shining onto the bed too brightly.  But she could hear murmurs and shuffling of bodies.  There were other people out there.  And she was sure they were here to watch her being raped.  She didn’t know how she felt about that.  She had never been naked in front of a strange man, never mind an audience.  But her foggy brain couldn’t wrap around the concept that they would be watching her as she was raped.
      Michael was watching from the darkness when they brought Beth in.  She was an attractive woman, a nice body.  There were about twenty people in the audience, all of them paying a hefty price to witness her rape.  For Michael always provided an entertaining evening, tonight would be no exception.  He looked over at Haley standing next to him, her long, silky hair hanging far down her back, her plump ass gently swelling out the short skirt.  His hand went around her waist, sliding down to gently caress her ass, Haley not moving away, letting him have his way with her.  “You’re a good slut, Haley.”
      Michael had come to get her, Haley going with him without reservations.  Her virginity was gone as well as her mouth already used to please him.  And to make it worse, it wasn’t that bad, not what she thought it would be when she first thought she would be raped.  Michael was very demanding of her, making her do things that she had never even fathomed.  That consenting adults did.  And for some reason it excited her.  It confused her, like now, his hands running over her ass so casually.  If anyone had ever done that to her before, she would have slapped their face and yelled rape.  Now she was standing there as his large hand explored her ass cheeks.  And she was getting wet, for she knew that he didn’t get her for any reason, he was going to use her body again.  The door opened and then she saw her.  Her mother!  She gasped in surprise as two men brought her in, her mother’s arms bound behind her back, walking almost as if she were going to the store.  Haley looked at Michael, whispering silently to him.  “What are they going to do to her?”
      “She will be raped on the bed.  Watch now and be quiet,” Michael ordered her, his hand sliding beneath the short skirt and sliding up to run over her panty-covered ass cheeks.  His fingers nudged between her thighs until he felt Haley open her legs wider, his hand free to explore all of her treasures.  He felt her pussy from behind, feeling the telltale moisture between her legs.
      Beth just stood there, not sure what to do.  Bill and Jesse didn’t have that problem, untying her so they could strip her naked.  Beth felt Bill begin to unbutton her blouse.  Her hands went up reflexively to stop him, but he slapped her hands away, Beth looking down distantly as the buttons were opened with haste, the two halves of her blouse pulled open and slid down over her shoulders and down her arms.  He flung it to the side into the darkness, turning her to face the unseen audience.  Her hands hung at her side, her fists clenched.  Jesse was behind her, his cold hands ran down her back, sending goose bumps on her body.  She felt the tension go out of her bra, large hands reaching around to slip the bra straps down her arms, his hands engulfing her naked breasts before they were bared for all to see.  She stood there trembling, a strange man cupping her naked breasts, her nipples feeling like hard rocks pushing into the palms of his hands.  She trembled, waiting for when he would leave her half naked in front of the audience.  The hands released her breasts, a hushed gasp from the audience as her naked breasts heaved up and down as she tried to cope with being half naked in front of a group of strangers.
      Jesse put his hands under her breasts, hefting them up, fingertips finding her nipples and snapping at the already erect tips.  The coke was already working its magic, making her sexually aroused in spite of what they would be doing to her.  “Now the skirt, Beth,” Jesse whispered softly into her ear.  His hands made short work of the skirt, falling onto her feet, leaving her clad only in a pair of tight blue panties that did more to entice than hide.  She had an abundant bush, but you couldn’t fail to see her slit outlined on her panties.  Or to see the wetness.  “Spread your legs.”  Jesse pushed against her ass cheeks, slowly rubbing his cock from side to side.
      She didn’t know why she did, but her legs spread automatically.  She felt Jesse behind her, feeling a hard cock pushed against her.  It was so big, her pussy gushing with her juices as she thought of it between her legs.  His hands moved down over her abdomen, Beth trembling as she felt his fingertips run over her mound, teasing the hairs of her bush.  He squeezed her mound, her ass pushing back onto his rigid prick.  His powerful fingers crushed her pussy lips, clenching her delicate flesh.  No one had ever touched her like that.  And she didn’t know why, but her pussy was drenched in desire.  She spread her legs wider, anything to allow him to touch her more.  She felt a finger between her lips, pushing her panties into the sharp divide, moving up and down as he clenched on her mound.  She couldn’t control her hips, humping back and forth onto his thick cock and the hand that took such liberties with her.
      “Strip her naked,” Bill becoming impatient.  When Jesse moved his hand, Bill grabbed her panties and yanked them down her legs, pulling them from her legs as he grabbed her ankles and pulled them off.  “Pose her”
      Jesse pulled her body back, bending her head and upper body until she was almost bent backwards, Beth groaning.  It thrust out her pussy, Bill slapping her thighs until they parted, her pussy lips pulling back, the bright lights glistening on the juices that coated her lips.
      Beth grew dizzy, her head almost hanging upside down, her back feeling like it was breaking.  Hands slapped her thighs until she spread her legs, Beth ashamed at how she must look, feeling the hot lights on her sex.  Jesse finally let her stand straight again, but he spun her around, Beth not fighting him as she was bent over, hands between her legs until she spread them, this time much farther before she could stop.  Hands were on her ass cheeks, Beth clenching her cheeks as she felt fingertips digging into her cheeks close to her crack, peeling them back like a banana.  A sharp pain on her ass cheek, the loud slap of a hand on one cheek, Beth surrendering, her cheeks relaxed.  The fingers returned, Beth groaning in shame as she felt her cheeks pulled apart until she felt the gentle tugging on her anus, knowing she must be fully exposed.  She could even feel the hot lights on her asshole.  She could hear the gentle murmur of the audience as she felt their stares on her most intimate body.  The fingers moved in closer, her body jumping when they touched so close to her anus, pulling apart until she felt the rush of air inside her, shamed at how exposed she must be.  No one had ever touched her back there, never mind displaying her for all to see.
      Jesse stood her back up.  Before she had a chance to do anything, he tossed her onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, her breasts bouncing, her legs scrambling to find some footing.  Jesse and Bill jumped onto the bed, short lengths of rope appearing out of nowhere.  Beth was thrown onto her stomach as Bill yanked her arms behind her, Jesse ready with the rope, tying it tightly around her slim wrists.
      She felt like she was floating, landing on the bed, the bed creaking as Bill and Jesse jumped on each side of her.  She couldn’t do anything as Bill pulled her arms behind her until she felt like her shoulders were tearing, her fingers tingling as soon as the ropes were knotted around her wrists, Jesse tying them too tight.  She was turned over and pushed onto her knees, but they weren’t finished.  Her naked breasts were almost crushed into knees.  Her back was arched up, high up as they bound her ankles, the ropes equally tight and painful.  She was bent nearly in two, trussed up like an animal.  She could only imagine how she must look from behind, even with her ankles bound, her ass was the most prominent feature, thrust up high as if she were showing it off.
      Haley felt sorry for her mother, naked and bound, two men ready to rape her in front of an audience.  Haley never thought of her mother sexually, but here she was, her pussy peeking out from between her legs.  And she was wet, her juices glistening like pools of water in the light.  And her ass was shoved up into the air, Haley couldn’t even guess what they were going to do to her, but she had already felt Michael’s preoccupation with her ass, his fingers piercing her in a place that she could never have fathomed before.  Even now his hand was in her panties, exploring her naked ass cheeks, fingers sliding in her sweaty crack, a tremor in her body each time it passed over her anus, expecting the worst, expecting to be impaled on a thick finger at any time.
      “No!  NO!”  Beth looked over to see a short riding crop in Jesse’s hand.  I have done everything they said, why are they going to whip me?  Beth looked in fear at Jesse, but at the same time she felt a quivering between her legs, her pussy getting wetter.  What had they done to me with the drugs?  She screamed when the whip lashed out on her naked buttocks, the harsh crop digging painfully into her flesh.  She bit her lip, fighting back the scream that wanted to come out, refusing to give in to them.  The second time didn’t get the same treatment, this time it was harder, Beth unable to control the scream in her throat.  “EEEEWWW,” she cried out, her hips shaking from side to side as she felt the welts grow on the ass cheeks.
      “Your mother will be taught obedience, Haley.  Just as you had to learn.  All of you are here to service us sexually.  In any manner we desire.  You must submit or suffer for your disobedience.”  His fingers trailed along her anus, feeling her trying to fight his rude intrusion, pressuring with his finger onto the tight hole to teach her submission.  He pushed in, the tip of his finger inside her rectum.  Haley jerked forward, but then moved back, impaling her asshole on his finger again.
      Haley felt the finger enter her ass, her muscles trying to fight, but he was more powerful.  It crawled into her ass, moving, never stopping all the while he casually talked to her as if nothing was happening.  And she couldn’t say anything, just stand there while he explored the inside of her ass so clinically.  “Yes, Sir.”  To see her mother submitting to the strange men just as she was doing made it strangely exciting, Haley feeling her pussy flower open, wishing Michael would finger her pussy instead of her ass.
      The crop lashed high up on her thighs this time, so close to her pussy, she could almost feel it.  She tugged on the ropes that held her wrists and ankles together until they dug deep into her skin and hurt.  She was still shaking her ass back and forth in spite of the whipping stopping.  She could feel the pain where the crop had struck her, reminding her.  And she felt something else.  She was naked, forced to kneel in submission, two virile men waiting to fuck her, all while a group of people were going to witness her rape.  And it was exciting her beyond reason.  The humiliation, the depravity, all making it more exciting.
      “Are you ready, Haley?”  Michael pulled his finger from her asshole reluctantly, but it would be his cock that would soon replace it.  For he was going to take her last vestige of virginity, that of her priceless ass.
      Haley looked up in surprise.  “For what?”  He pulled his finger out of her ass, but it still felt like it was still in there.  Strange, only a day ago she would have been humiliated by this treatment, now she willingly accepted it.
      “You are going to fuck your mother.”  He waited, seeing the puzzled look on her face.
      “I can’t, I don’t,” Haley flustered, trying to find the words to respond, not fully understanding.
      Michael picked up the instrument on the table next to him, Haley not noticing it in the darkness.  “You can with this,” pointing proudly at his finest achievement.
      Haley had never seen anything like it before, not even sure how it would work, only knowing that Michael wanted her to shove it inside her mother.  It was a dildo, but nothing like she had ever seen before.  It had three shafts on it; the obscene device was made of wood, highly polished.  One was bent slightly, the size of a cock, but shiny and slick.  The other two stuck out the other way, the one in the middle, thinner and longer, the bottom one thicker.  Then it dawned on Haley.  She had seen enough of Michael’s obsession with her ass.  The single prong was to be inside her recently deflowered pussy, the length sure to press it hard against her cervix.  Now she knew why they trussed up her mother on her knees, her ass shoved back in submission.  The other two prongs were to fuck her mother with, the thicker one for her pussy, the longer, slimmer shaft meant to impale her asshole.  Once seated inside her, she would be fucked in both holes; Haley forced to ride her own pussy as she raped her own mother.  All while the audience watched them.  And the only way for Haley to do it would to be as naked as her mother.  But she felt a nagging in the back of her mind.  She didn’t expect Michael to stand around and watch them.  “What about you?”  She asked the question, even though she didn’t want to hear the answer.
      “A very observant little slut you are, Haley.  I am going to take you in your ass.  You are very tight and small.  I will enjoy it very much.”
      She knew she didn’t have a choice, for Michael wouldn’t take no for an answer.  She knew it was inevitable before he took her there, but she didn’t expect this and she was sure that her mother wasn’t expecting what Michael had planned for her.  And there were still the two men on the bed with her, sure they wouldn’t be content with just watching, the only other hole available would be her and her mother’s mouths.  She couldn’t even imagine her mother forced to suck a cock, never mind two.  All while Haley fucked her in the ass and pussy with a twin dildo.  She knew better then to argue, resigned to her fate.  She slowly stripped off her clothes, the darkness suddenly illuminated by two bright spotlights that shined on Haley and Michael.
      “Continue so they can see you.  You have a very delightful body.”  Michael watched as her face became flushed in shame, but her fingers moved nimbly over her body, slipping off the blouse and skirt, standing in the pale pink bra and panties.  The panties were pushed between her cheeks, right where Michael had left them.  “The bra and panties, Haley.”  She took of her bra, her smallish breasts revealed to the bright lights, but it was her nipples that he looked at.  They were like sharp pebbles, poking out even though they were untouched as if begging for attention.  She bent over, Michael gazing at her ass as she did, slipping her panties down her legs and off her feet.  She stood up as if she knew Michael was watching her, standing naked before him and the audience.
      Her body was flushed in shame, but she knew it was only the beginning.  Next she would have to take the triple dildo and feed one end into her pussy.  She had just had a cock inside her, now Michael expected her to take the inanimate dildo inside her and grip it like she would a lover.
      “Put it in you, Haley.  You’ll come to love it.”
      Haley bowed her legs out wide, rubbing the thick dildo up and down her slit until the polished wood glistened with her juices.  “Mmmm,” trying to quench her ardor as she pushed the dildo between her pussy lips.  She felt her pussy welcome it inside, Haley pushing, pulling it out, then back in until it was finally buried deep inside her, pushing hard against her cervix.  It was hard and unyielding inside her, much harder than a cock.  She looked down, astonished at the sight.  It was as though she had a cock.  Two of them jutting out in front of her.  And they expected her to rape her own mother with her cruel instruments.
      Michael led her over to the bed, seeing her mother look at her as she came into the light.
      Her eyes opened wide in surprise.  It was Haley, but she was not happy to see the condition Haley was in.  She was naked, but her eyes were drawn down between Haley’s legs.  It stood out obscenely, looking like a cock, but there were two of them.  She saw Haley’s lips move, able to see what she was saying.  She was saying she was sorry.  It was a two-prong dildo of gigantic proportions, or she should say three prongs, for one was inside Haley, that scared her.  She thought Haley was a virgin, but obviously she wasn’t any longer.  What had they done to my Haley already?  And what were they going to make Haley do to me?  There was only one purpose for the highly polished device and Beth’s bound position.  They were going to force Haley to fuck her from behind, the thicker dildo for her pussy, but what bothered her the most was that the longer, slimmer dildo was to go up her asshole.  She had refused her husband’s few attempts to touch her ass, Beth considering such touching perverse.  She was nothing but a toy for them, bound, whipped and now to be raped by her own daughter in her pussy and asshole.  And yet she grew excited, her mind clouded by the drugs, her pussy wet from the whipping and from the impending rape.
      Haley stood in back of her mother, her eyes staring at mother’s naked up-thrust ass, seeing up close for the first time her naked pussy, not surprised to see the lips glistening with juices, just as aroused as Haley.  She could hear people in the darkness, knowing they were watching, waiting to see her get ass fucked while she fucked her own mother.  Incest, the word suddenly popping into her mind.  It’s not that she had a cock and was going to fuck her mother.  It was a dildo.  Was that still incest?  She didn’t have time to think any longer, for Michael was growing impatient.  She felt him behind her, surprised when she felt his naked body pressing against hers, especially the hard, demanding cock that was pressed between her ass cheeks.  She reached down to touch the appendage sticking out in front of her, rubbing her fingers up and down the thickest one as if it were her own cock, feeling the vibrations deep in her pussy as they rippled along the eight-inch shaft inside her.  She wasn’t sure what to do, but Michael would instruct her as he had already done so many times.
      “Fuck your mother, Haley.”  Michael pushed her forward, Jesse and Bill shoving Beth back until her ass was conveniently pushed to the end of the bed, ready to be raped.
      Haley knew better than to disappoint Michael, moving forward, her hands touching her mother’s naked hips, holding her steady as she pushed her hips forward until the twin prongs were within inches of her mother’s openings.
      Beth hung her head in shame as she waited to be raped by her own daughter, holding her breath when she felt the hard presence of the twin probes touch her most intimate holes.  She could do nothing as she felt them enter her, gasping more in shock than pain, for it didn’t hurt as she had expected.  They were smooth and obviously slick, because even the one in her ass slid in with nothing more than a slight discomfort.  The only pain was by her daughter’s inexperienced thrusts, banging against the side instead of sliding directly inside her.  Beth was humiliated to feel the pleasure from the twin probes that filled her like she had never been filled before.  She clenched on the thick hard shafts almost lovingly, finding her hips moving by themselves, shamed to have such salacious feelings race through her body.  She looked over, Bill and Jesse now as naked as the rest of them, Beth licking her lips as she stared at the two thick, youthful cocks that stood out proudly.  It had been a long time since she felt the exuberance of a youthful cock, the urgency of its thrusts.  She now found her mind wandering off, wishing they would fuck her.
      Haley could almost feel them enter her mother, the single shaft inside her tingling with every vibration as her mother’s hips began to dance on the duel ravishment.  Her mother had taken the rape of her ass and pussy with the dildo with barely a whimper, Haley surprised when her asshole almost swallowed up the thin shaft, her tiny anus gripping the shaft tightly.  And Haley’s body was on fire, her pussy gripping the shaft inside her, the twin dildoes in front of her forced back against her clit, throbbing with desire.  She looked down, her pussy lips gripping the shaft, soaked in her juices.  She felt Michael’s hands return to her ass, feeling his fingers tug on her ass cheeks, her anus stretching as they pushed near to her virgin hole.  She felt something cold and wet smeared on her throbbing anus, Michael at least lubricating her for entry.  A finger touched her, pushing until she felt her anus stretch tightly around it.  She felt it shove in, probing into her rectum, pushing hard against the tight muscle.  It didn’t hurt, slick as it began to slowly push in and out until she felt it move with ease.  Her sphincter gripped his finger tight as a second finger joined the first, only a murmur of protest from Haley.  Her anal ring stretched tight around the twin fingers, Haley growing scared at the thought of a much larger cock entering her tight, virgin hole.  Michael’s fingers tested the elastic anal opening, pushing hard against the sides.
      Jesse couldn’t wait any longer, seeing the mother fucked by her own daughter, Michael ready to sodomize the young girl.  His cock needed relief, a ready-and-unwilling mouth only inches from him.  He grabbed Beth’s hair, yanking her head up, his cock poised in front of her surprised face.
      Beth was shocked to come face to face with an angry cock, the thick head swollen and red.  She opened her mouth, suddenly finding the rubbery flesh of Jesse’s cock racing over her lips into her unwilling mouth, her cry of protest cut short as he impaled her mouth.  “GGGUUGGG,” Beth choking as her lips were curled around the thick, hard shaft of his cock, her mouth suddenly flooded with the potent taste of his cum, the salty crème permeating every cranny in her mouth.
      “Suck it like your whore of a daughter,” Jesse slapping the side of her face, her tongue suddenly energetic in licking his cock in her mouth.  “Yes, I knew you could do it.”  He began to fuck her mouth, his hips sliding more and more of his prick into her mouth, the mother sucking his cock with such expertise.
      “What about me?”  Bill protested, his hand stroking his cock.  He wasn’t about to wait until Jesse finished and he’d be damned if he was going to masturbate.
      “I don’t mind if you don’t.”  Jesse looked down at Beth sucking his cock.
      Bill had never shared a mouth with another cock before, but he was undaunted by the act.  It’s not that she had a choice and both her other holes were being utilized.  He moved close to Beth, pushing the head of his cock against her lips.  She could do little to stop him, her lips already parted by Jesse’s cock.
      She couldn’t believe it, but the other one was trying to stick his cock in her mouth in spite of her lips already filled by Jesse’s cock.  He was determined, Beth feeling her lips stretched wider, her tortured mouth opened wider as Bill entered her mouth.  She had never felt so sexually filled before, her pussy and asshole stretched around two fake cocks, her mouth filled with two real ones, flooding her mouth with their juices.  Her tongue was forced to the bottom of her mouth by the twin cocks, her cheeks bulging wide as they both fought to fuck her mouth.  She had no choice, pulling her tongue out from beneath one cock, attacking the hot flesh.  She never felt so violated.  Or excited.
      Jesse felt her sucking.  “Yeah, that’s what I like bitch!”  He began to fuck her mouth again, this time his cock rubbing strangely back and forth against Bill’s.  But it did little to deter his enthusiasm.
      Michael pulled his fingers from Haley’s asshole, almost feeling her grip them as though she didn’t want them to leave.  He pulled apart the soft buttocks until her virgin anus was revealed, glistening with the lubricant.  He stroked his cock, feeling it grow harder in anticipation of such a hot, tight place.  His hands grabbed her ass, yanking her up higher, his foot nudging one of her legs to spread wider.  He pressed the head of his cock between her stretched cheeks.
      She felt it press against her, his hot, throbbing cock.  She began to panic as she realized how thick it was.  I could never take such a monster in my ass without it being terribly painful.  And Michael knew that and doesn’t care.  His hands dug into her flesh, holding her ass up into the air until her virgin anus was opened to the probing of the blunt head of his hardened cock.  She felt a stretching, gently at first like his fingers, but it began to ache, the unyielding pressure of Michael’s cock threatening to pierce her.  “NNNNNOOOO!  AAAAGGGGGHHHH!”  She screamed out in pain, her hips shooting forward to try to escape the painful stretching of her anal ring as the head of his cock pierced her very soul.
      The scream would have been louder, but the twin cocks in her mouth only allowed a murmur to escape, Beth yelling in pain as the twin probes dug so deep inside her that she thought they were going to pop out the other side.  She wasn’t sure what happened, but she suspected that her young daughter was no longer an anal virgin.  She only had a slim probe in her asshole, not able to fully understand what it must feel like to have a hard cock shoved in her ass.
      Tears fell down Haley’s face as she felt the excruciating pain in her ass as the cock continued to bore deep into her body.  The hard cock stretched her insides, jerking in and out, beating her muscles into submission as she felt the cock stretch her unnaturally and painfully.  It felt never ending, each time it shoving deeper but never feeling Michael push against her ass cheeks.  How much would I have to take, my stomach already cramping on the thickness as it stretched painfully?  She was whimpering in pain, her hips jerking, not to fuck her mother but to escape the cruel cock that was being systematically shoved up her backside.
      Michael never felt so much delight from a young girl’s tight asshole.  One minute her muscles were fighting him, the next her asshole would be sucking his cock in deeper.  His balls ached, swollen in lust as he sought to bury all of his cock in the buttery depths of her hot asshole.  Her anal ring gripped the shaft of his cock in a tight band that slid up and down as he began to rhythmically sodomize her.  Her muscles rippled up and down his cock, the head of his cock pinched tight in her back passage.  He fought the urge to cum, wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as he could.
      In spite of the pain in her asshole, Haley continued to fuck her mother, mesmerized by the two men that took her in the mouth at the same time, her lips almost to the breaking point as they both fucked her mouth.  Haley was taking her mother with long, powerful thrust in her ass and pussy, the twin probes glistening with her juices as Haley pulled them out, only to plunge them back in with equal ferocity.  She felt shame for allowing Michael to fuck her in the ass in front of the unseen audience, his cock still going deeper into her guts.
      Jesse was enjoying her mouth, Beth now sucking their cocks instead of just allowing them to fuck her mouth.  And she was doing a good job of it, in spite of having to service two of them at once.  He wouldn’t last much longer, his balls aching for release.
      Michael finally shoved his cock all the way inside her, his cock jerking in pleasure deep in her intestines.  She had taken all of it with only whimpers of pain, but now she seemed to have adjusted to it, fucking her mother with the twin probes.  Michael could feel the one inside her, eight inches of wood separated by the thin membrane from his cock in her asshole.  Michael slowly pulled his cock out an inch, then back in.  Out again, this time two inches, then back in.  He began to rhythmically sodomize her, his cock sawing in and out of her buttery back passage until he drew almost all of his cock from her ass, her anal ring stretched tight just beneath the thick rim on his cockhead.  “Take it all,” Michael giving a powerful thrust with his hips, driving his cock deep into her bowels.
      It felt like a baseball bat was shoved up her ass, Michael fucking Haley’s ass faster and faster until she thought her asshole was burning with pain from the friction.  In spite of the pain she was proud that she had taken him in her ass, her clit throbbing as the probes in her mother pushed against her excited bud.  She could feel Michael behind her, powerful thrusts in her ass as his abdomen slapped noisily against her naked ass cheeks.  He was taking her with the full measure of his cock, her asshole going from full to empty, the powerful suction as his cock pulled out depleting her ass guts.  She began to rotate her hips, gripping his cock, her muscle nipping at the head as he pulled it from her asshole, pushing back with her anus as he shoved inside her.  Her grunts of pain became mewing of pleasure though she tried to hide her true feelings from Michael.
      Beth was bound like a kneeling slave, two men taking her ruthlessly in her mouth, her pussy and asshole speared by fake cocks.  And she was beginning to feel the pleasure, being bound and unable to stop the perverse acts on her body now exciting her as her mind was free to explore the strange feelings of submission.
      “She squeezes my cock like a whore,” Michael bellowed to the unseen audience.  Haley was undulating her ass on his cock, her anal muscles clasping on the head of his cock like a tight glove, squeezing and clenching as he pulled his cock from her reluctant asshole.  He looked down at the ridge of her pink anus clinging to his cock as he pulled out, her endless asshole swallowing the length of his cock with ease.  Her ass cheeks were clenched tight, not in pain, but in pleasure as she tightened on his rutting cock, Michael fucking her with a renewed vigor as she began to perform for him and the audience.  He watched her young body, her naked back glistening in sweat from exertion, her ass cheeks thrusting up and down in abandonment.
      Her hair was stuck to her face as she sweated, her hips never stopping, fucking her mother, fucking back on the cock in her ass.  Her nipples ached, longed to be touched, her clit was ready to burst.  For a virgin only a day ago, she had been turned into a fuck slave, used by Michael in all of her holes.  And she was ready to cum as she humped him with renewed excitement.  And Michael was ready to cum in her, the cock inside her growing thicker, stretching her painfully, sure that it was ready to explode inside her.  One minute she felt the pleasure, the next moment the thick cock giving her deep cramps in her stomach.  Michael was fucking her faster and harder, their bodies slapping together noisily in the quietness of the room.  She squeezed his cock, hoping to induce him to cum in her, sure that it would trigger her own orgasm.  “Cum in my ass!”  She shook her ass like a horny dog wanting to get fucked.  “EEEEEEHHH,” Haley finally feeling it as Michael pulled her ass up higher, his cock going deeper into her bowels, unleashing a torrent of hot cum as it jerked and shuddered into her sensitive ass guts.  Michael pulled his cock out, only to plunge it back in, his cock spewing out a torrent of burning cum into her asshole.
      Michael felt his balls empty his seed, shooting from his cock as she milked his cock of his precious seed.  He squirted deep inside her as her muscles clenched so lovingly each time his cock swelled and shot its crème inside her.  He pulled his cock out until only the head was gripped, yanking her back onto his cock as he came in her again, his powerful thrust aided by his spewing cock in her guts.  He groaned in pleasure as he flooded her with his cum.
      Jesse watched Michael cum in Haley’s asshole, pulling out of her mother’s mouth to rush behind Haley and take Michael’s place.  Her asshole was still slightly agape, red from abuse, but almost beckoning him inside.  He didn’t need a personal invitation, raising her hips back up and piercing her with a single thrust that buried his cock deep into her wet, clutching asshole.
      Haley couldn’t do anything except accept her fate, her asshole raped by a second cock, just as hard, just as long.  It took her ruthlessly, a fat cock shoved deep into her intestines before she could even murmur a protest, not that it would do any good.  She let her mind concentrate on the feeling inside her asshole as the thick head rippled along her back passage.
      Beth concentrated on the cock in her mouth, her tongue and lips free to suck him, the fake cocks fucking her bringing such excitement between her legs.  She wasn’t even sure which was better, the thick shaft in her pussy or the smooth shaft that was piercing her asshole so deep.  Her tongue swirled around the cock in her mouth, even shoving her ass back on the shafts her daughter was shoving up her pussy and asshole.  Her long months without pleasure suddenly broke free, Beth’s mumbled as her orgasm overtook her bound body.  “GGGGODD, III’MMM CCCCCUUUMMMINNNN!”  At the same time she felt the cock in her mouth push deep inside, feeling it swell as he came, Bill unleashing a torrent of cum into her mouth.  She gulped and swallowed eagerly as she came with him, the twin shafts fucking the orgasm from her body.
      “Your turn, Haley.  Cum when I do. Milk my cock with your asshole.”  Jesse shoved his cock to the hilt in her asshole, shouting out his pleasure as he filled her with his cum.  He felt her body shudder, her insides milking his shaft as she fucked her ass back and forth as she came.  He dug his hands in her body, pumping his cock in and out of her ravaged asshole with ease as he came again.
      Haley couldn’t have stopped it even if she wanted to.  She felt the orgasm overcome her inexperienced body, Jesse cumming in her asshole triggering an unexpected reaction.  She knew that she was performing obscenely, fucking back on a cock in her asshole, a man that she didn’t even know filling her with his hot cum.  Haley squeezed her tortured muscles on the cock that was cumming in her, whimpering in pleasure as his cum gushed into her asshole, filling her guts.  Her body trembled as she felt the pleasure race through her body, her explosive orgasm nothing she had ever experienced before.  Haley at last pulled her fake cocks from her mother’s body, the men finally untying her, Haley seeing the cum that dripped from her mouth.  Haley felt the cum drip down her thighs, leaking from her torture asshole, feeling as if she still had a cock inside her.  They finally let them leave, both of them barely able to walk on their own.  They were not allowed to speak, each pushed into a separate room, both of them falling to their beds in exhaustion.  They sobbed themselves to sleep, humiliated to be taken in such a manner in front of strangers, ashamed that they had pleasured themselves while being forced to perform such perverse acts.

Chapter 4
Taking the Princess
      
      
      Paige led a sheltered and privileged life, what most would call a Daddy’s Princess.  Her parents were rich but separated, both of them trying to buy Paige’s affections with money, Paige good at pitting one against the other.  Although she was twenty-three, she wasn’t married and didn’t have a job or higher education.  She shuttled back and forth between her parents’ spacious homes, all while she enjoyed a pampered life that would have put Paris Hilton to shame.  Paige was just as adroit with boys, leading them on with her lovely body, teasing them, yet denying most, only the privileged got between her legs.  And they had to pay dearly for the privilege.
      So the last two days were difficult for Paige, for she suddenly found darkness overpowering her while getting into her Beemer at the mall.  When she woke up she was chained to the wall of a truck, her arms thrust up high over her head, her body slumped down, her legs spread wide as if she were some caged animal.  Her mouth was opened wide, the foul taste of rubber in her mouth pushing hard against her tongue.  She could do little as she drooled constantly, not more than a hushed cry escaping from her lips.  Long hours she hung there, fighting the need to pee until she gave in, feeling the warm fluid soaking her panties before running down her leg.  She sobbed quietly at being forced to humiliate herself like this.  She vowed revenge, Daddy would get those that did this to her.
      Her eyes opened wide when the back of the truck opened, but her hopes were dashed when she saw the man dragging in another girl, stringing her up along side of Paige.  And that wasn’t the only one, two more were brought in and strung up, all of them unconscious.  The door shut again and then she felt the truck moving.  It had been a long time, almost a day before the truck stopped.  Wherever he had taken them, it was a long way from home, more difficult for the police to find them.  The truck was too dark to make out more than just the outline of the others.  Her eyes were blinded when the door opened, the same man silhouetted by the bright sun behind him.  She felt the oppressive heat, knowing she must be in the desert someplace.  She was the last one dragged out, the man picking up the unconscious girls first and taking them out.
      “You seem to have pissed your pants, Paige.  Not a very ladylike thing to do.”  He was going to enjoy breaking this one, a real rich bitch that had been used to getting her own way.  Not with Michael she wouldn’t.  He would have her crawling on her knees soon enough.  He looked at her body, nice firm tits, not too big, not too small, full womanly hips and, from what he saw before he grabbed her, a lovely firm ass.  His hand came out of nowhere. Slapping her face before she even realized what had happened.  Then he hit her other cheek, her head rocked the other direction.  “Don’t fight me bitch,” he warned her, her cheeks already red as he untied her legs first and then her arms.
      She saw stars, the powerful blow to her head coming out of nowhere to rock her head to the side.  She tasted blood in her mouth, her face hit again, tears in her eyes as her cheeks burned in pain.  He was treating her like an animal.  He grunted as he untied her, Paige barely able to stand up when he untied her legs, the feelings in her legs finally returning.  She didn’t dare move when he untied her arms, her shoulders feeling like they were dislocated.  She didn’t protest when her arms were pulled behind her back, a pair of handcuffs digging painfully into her wrists.  He pushed her out of the van, Paige looking around as she was marched into a large house, a large wall surrounding the house from prying eyes.  She couldn’t hear the usual noise from traffic or neighbors, her fear increasing as she realized that they were probably far out in the desert.  Far away from any hope of rescue.  And he had made no attempt to hide his identity.  He didn’t kidnap her for ransom, afraid of what the other alternative was.
      The room was sparsely furnished; the most prominent feature was the large four-poster bed.  In the four corners were leather straps, opened as if waiting for its next victim.  He looked at her, an evil glint in his eyes.
      “Lay down in the center of the bed, your hands over your head.  Or would you rather I slap you some more.  I enjoy that far more than you realize.”
      He took the cuffs off of her wrists, but she knew it was only temporary, for he was going to tie her to the bed.  She lay down wanting to ask to go to the bathroom, but her mouth was still gagged.  She put her arms over her head, the man making short work of securing her wrists, spreading them wide until her shoulders ached again.  She thought he would tie her legs, but he turned off the light and left her alone to sob silently.
      * * *
      Her stomach growled from lack of food and she had peed in her panties again.  It felt like days now, time moving so slowly, Paige unable to sleep except for fitful bouts of bad dreams.  She heard the noises in the hallway, staring at the dark door as they came closer.  The door opened, the lights turned on, Paige closing her eyes as she was blinded by the sudden light.
      “I wouldn’t fuck you with Daddy’s cock,” Michael commenting on the terrible state of Paige.  He untied her arms, the girl making no move to do anything but lay there.  He pulled the ball gag from her mouth, throwing it over in the corner.  “Do you want to take a shower and clean up, Paige?”
      Paige didn’t say anything, just nodding her head.  She was hungry, but being dirty was worse for her.
      “Shower is in there.  No fooling around, I’m going to be outside here watching you.”
      Paige got up slowly, afraid that he might strike her again.  She walked to the bathroom, suddenly realizing that there was no door, the toilet and shower opened up to the bedroom.  He would be able to see her.  She went into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet first, trying to cover herself as best as possible, the man looking at her as she tried to be as silent as she could while still taking care of business.  She got up, not even wiping, afraid he would see her.  She looked at the shower, the glass doors clear and open.  She stood with her back to him, taking off her clothes, feeling his eyes on her.  She went into the shower, the hot water pouring out of the shower, feeling so good on her.  She washed her body, her back to him as if she could ignore him.  She spread her legs and washed between them, feeling so dirty after peeing in her panties.  She turned off the water, grabbing the towel.  She dried herself off before she realized that she would have to put her filthy clothes back on.  She opened the door, the towel around her barely able to cover her breasts and her pussy.  She looked for her clothes but they were gone.  She looked over into the other room, the man looking at her, grinning sheepishly.
      “You won’t need anything but the towel.  Get your ass out here quick or would you rather be punished?”
      There was nothing she could do, the clothes gone, the man demanding.  She walked back into the room, trying to hold the towel around her as tight as she could, feeling her nakedness beneath it.  She looked at the man, almost as old as her father, but in much better shape.  But it was his eyes that scared her.  They had an evil look in them.  Like nothing she had ever seen before.  She feared for her life.
      “You look much better than before.  I am Michael.  And I am your Master.  If you disobey me, you will be punished, each time more severely.  And I will enjoy each and every time I punish you.”
      “Why did you bring me here?”  Paige’s voice trembled as she said it.  She was afraid of the answer as much as she was afraid to ask it.
      “You have a lovely body and you need to learn to share it and to learn how to please men with it.”
      “You’re going to rape me?”
      “Why of course.  And much worse.  I have friends that enjoy punishing lovely girls like you.  As well as I do.  You’ve seen the other girls.  All of you will perform for my friends and me.  If not, it will be a lot more painful than it already will be.”
      “Please, my father will pay you anything.  Call him,” she pleaded with him.
      “I have more money than your father.  I enjoy taking unwilling girls and turning them into mindless sluts, willing to do anything to avoid being punished.”  Michael stood up, the remote in his hand.  He pushed the button, the motor in the ceiling humming, the chains clanging as they fell from the ceiling above her.
      He was going to hurt her, Paige panicking.  She tried to make a break for the closed door, hoping that it was unlocked.  She didn’t get more than five feet before she was hit from behind, a pounding in her head as a blow hit her on the back of her neck.  Her legs collapsed beneath her, falling into a useless heap on the ground, Michael on top of her before she could even regain her senses.  He yanked her up, the towel falling to the ground, but Paige cared little about covering herself, she was struggling for her life.
      Michael slapped her once more, her head reeling to one side as he yanked her to her feet.  The straps hung down from the chains, Michael jerking one wrist to the thick black leather strap, yanking it tight as she grunted in pain.  He pulled her other arm to the other strap, her slim wrists almost covered by the thick strap.  He tightened them, letting her go, her body sagging to her knees as she struggled to fight the pain that he had inflicted on her body.  He pushed the button, the chains slowly and methodically moving up until Paige began to rise from her kneeling position by the sheer power of the mechanical motor.
      She couldn’t even think straight, never mind react.  He was yanking her around as if she were a sack of potatoes, finding her arms secured in leather straps, Michael pulling them so tight that she could already feel pins and needles in her fingers.  He let her go, her legs not able to hold her as she fell to her knees.  She felt her arms rising, looking up to see two sets of chains hanging from a pulley in the ceiling, the chains slowly revolving around the pulley as an unseen motor pulled them up.  She tried to get to her feet, but she stumbled, the chains yanking her shoulders so hard she was sure that they would be pulled from the sockets.  She finally got to her feet, taking the strain off of her shoulders as the chains slackened temporarily, but the motor continued to pull the chains up until she felt the strain again, her arms raised up straight into the air.  She was about to stand on her toes when the motor stopped, the muscles in her arms and legs already beginning to ache as her body was stretched taut.  It was only then it dawned on her that she was naked and Michael was raping her with his eyes.  She looked down, her breasts thrust up as if she were showing them to him, her thighs tightly together.
      “Nice tits, but I can’t see between your legs.”  Michael pushed another button, a second set of chains coming down from the ceiling, this one in front of her.  They continued until a second set of leather straps were waist high, the leather cuffs even thicker.  He bent down and grabbed one of her ankles, pulling her leg up as she struggled to stop him, but she was no match for his powerful grip.  He pulled her leg up so he could fit the strap just above her knee, tightening it.  He did the same with the other, both of her legs bound waist high in front of her, her ass hanging down, her body now suspended by her arms and legs.  With the straps holding her by her upper thighs, she was almost sitting in the air.  He pressed the button, the chains spreading wider until her legs began to part, leaving her pussy open and spread.
      It was as if she were sitting in the air with her legs spread wide, ashamed at how exposed she was.  And afraid of what he might do to her.  She had never been so exposed or humiliated in her life, knowing that she was about to be raped.  She saw him disappear from her vision, stepping behind her, afraid of what he was doing.  “NNNNNOOO!”  He returned minutes later, Paige looking down at his large hands.  They were gloved, but not just ordinary gloves.  It looked like rubber gloves, but all along the palm, the fingers and even the back of his hand, shiny metal tacks pushed out.  There had to be at least a hundred of them, all sparkling in the light, all the points looking sharp.
      “You can scream all you want; in fact, I insist on it.  It only makes my cock harder.”  Michael stood in front of her naked, his cock jutting out in front of him, but Paige almost ignored that, her concern for the gloves that would soon be caressing her lovely body in ways that she never would have expected.  Michael moved closer to her, until his cock jerked against the hot flesh of her pussy.  He didn’t try to enter her.  Not yet.  His hands went up to her face, putting both palms over each cheek, pulling her head up until she was staring at him.
      She felt the tacks, digging into the sensitive skin of her face.  They were so sharp, Paige braced for the moment they would pierce her skin.  But he didn’t make his hands any tighter, instead slowly moving his hands around her face, the sharp tacks scratching her skin as he moved his hands.  She could only imagine how it would feel when he touched her more tender parts.  Would he put them inside me?  He could ruin her for life if he put them between her legs, sure that he would tear her insides.  She didn’t have any choice, opening her mouth as the tacks slid over her lips, tiny pin pricks as they touched the delicate flesh.  She opened her mouth, the fingers pushing in, Paige unable to stop him as they traced along her gums and teeth, even her tongue was not exempt from the constant pricking of the tacks.  “MMMMGGGG,” was the only noise she could muster as two fingers grabbed her tongue, pulling it out harshly, the tack sinking into the flesh of her tongue, the taste of blood filling her mouth.  “EEEMMM,” crying out in pain as it felt like he was piercing her tongue like some cheap whore might do.  Her tongue was yanked far out of her mouth, drool running down her chin, her tongue feeling like it was being yanked out by its roots.
      Michael released her tongue, but three fingers entered her mouth, Paige trying to avoid as much pain as possible, opening her mouth wider and wider as he pushed in deeper.  Her lips stretched as she tried to avoid the sharp tacks, but he moved his fingers around in her mouth, filling her with the taste of rubber gloves and blood.  She gagged as she felt the tacks scratching the back of her mouth, seeking entrance to her throat.  She struggled but was powerless to defend herself, her stomach turning as the tack-covered fingers entered her throat, gagging as they scratched the tender passage.  Her stomach turned as the fingers continued to make her choke and gag, Michael finally pulling them from her mouth, but not before he scratched her lips as she gagged and her mouth closed in reflex to the choking.
      “You ever sucked cock before, Paige?”  He didn’t wait long for an answer, one hand reaching down between her legs to scratch harshly up one tender thigh until she screamed.
      It felt like sandpaper, only worse, his hand surprising her and rasping along the tender flesh of her inner thigh.  Her body jerked, the chains clanging incessantly as she bounced in her bondage.  “Yes,” she hated to admit.  “Once,” adding as if the first time didn’t count.
      “Don’t worry, you’ll be taught to please with your mouth.  Next time you might want to answer me quicker.  It’ll be a lot less painful for you, though I enjoy the way your body bounces around.”
      She watched as he went behind her, turning her head until she couldn’t see more than just a glimpse of him.  She braced for his touch, but it was his body that pushed against her, or more to the point, his cock.  She had seen it before, but she was more interested in the cruel gloves.  But now she felt the hard, hot flesh of his cock jerking against her ass cheeks, sliding back and forth, Paige feeling the trail of wetness it left behind.  Then she felt the hands creep around her side, the sharp tacks lightly touching her skin, making goose bumps appear.  And causing her nipples to harden in spite of trying to deny the feelings.  He was pressed against her back, his hairy chest rubbing along her skin; it wasn’t the prickly hairs but the tacks that scared her.  His hands moved over her stomach, Paige looking down to see them both lying on her stomach, just pinpricks from the tacks.  “Ewwwww,” his hands pushing into her flesh harder, Paige watching as they moved up, fearful as they cupped just beneath her breasts, the bent over position on her body making her breast pushed down on the top of the gloves, more tacks attacking her flesh.  She held her breath as his hands began to cup her breasts, both of them squeezed by his powerful hands, the tacks digging into her breast flesh.  “AAWWW,” she cried out as the first tack punctured her flesh, then another, then a third.  It felt like needles, his powerful hands pushing the tacks into her skin.
      He could feel her skin popping beneath his hands, her full breasts encircled by his gloved hands.  He dragged his fingers along her breasts, inching closer to her nipples, the dark brown flesh as big as pebbles, easy targets for the tacks.  One finger circled each nipple, never touching it, but the sharp tack scraped harshly over her areolas, digging into the bumps that his fingers incited on them.  He saw the traces of red on her areolas, hearing her whimpering like a wounded puppy.  This was nothing compared to what he had planned for her.
      It felt like a hot knife was running around her nipples, Paige unable to do anything as she felt her large areolas scratched by the tacks.  “EEEWWWWW,” she moaned louder, his fingers and the tacks now attacking her nipples.  He took his time, finding one tack and placing it on the top of her nipple, Paige holding her breath for the inevitable.  He pushed, Paige feeling the pressure until it suddenly popped into the center of her nipple, feeling like a needle was stuck deep into her breasts.  She jerked, her body shaking, the chains clanging, but Michael followed her every movement, only aggravating the pain as the tack dug deeper into the sensitive flesh of her nipple.  “NNNNOOO, Plllleaasse,” she begged, but his other hand went to work on her other nipple, both of them pierced by a sharp tack into the very core of her breast.  She never felt so much pain, the sharpness of the tack feeling like it was inches in her breast flesh.  And to make it worse, he moved his fingers back and forth, feeling like he was digging a hole in her nipples, Paige screaming in pain.
      Michael’s cock jerked in pleasure against her ass, his hips humping his cock back and forth as the gloves attacked her breasts and nipples.  Her screams were music to his ears, only making his cock harder, his fingers harsher to illicit greater pain in her body.  He took his fingers away for a few seconds, wanting to see his handiwork, tiny rivulets of blood running from the very tip of each nipple.  “Does that hurt, Paige?”  He teased her, his fingers returning, this time two fingers of each hand gripping a nipple, a tack on each side, Michael holding them still so she could contemplate the pain he would inflict.
      “NO, NO!”  She felt the pricks of the tacks, her nipples trapped between the two of them.  No matter how much she tried to prepare for the pain, it still overwhelmed her.  “AAAGGHHHH!”  It felt like the tacks were meeting someplace in the middle of her nipples.  She shook her body, chains banging against each other, her ass rubbing up and down on Michael’s cock as her body was racked in pain.  She looked down, sobbing, her eyes filled with tears, her proud breasts now bleeding, the shooting pain racing to her brain.  How could he be this cruel?  No one had ever treated her like this.  He was grinding his fingers together, her nipple flesh torn with each movement, the pain never ending.  It seemed like hours before he released her breasts, a tiny river of blood running from each one, the pain still lingering in spite of the absence of the tacks.  It almost felt like he had left the tacks in her nipples.
      Michael rolled her back, the motor humming constantly as he got her into a better position.  She wouldn’t be rubbing against his cock, but she was pulled back, her pussy spread and open for his hands and fingers to explore all of her most intimate parts.  And free for the tacks to invade every crack and crevice of her luscious body.  Michael stood in front of her, Paige almost lying back, her legs drawn up higher than her back, Michael making sure the chains spread her legs wide apart.  She wouldn’t be able to defend her body from him and his gloves.  He could see the pain etched in her face.  He moved forward until his cock bounced between her legs.  He looked down, the wide spread of her legs opening up her lips, the pink inner flesh revealed.  She had a neatly trimmed bush, a small landing field that drew attention to her pussy.  Nice big, puffy lips that would feel the bite of the tacks soon enough.
      He was in front of her now, his cock bobbing in front of him while he stood between her legs.  His gloved hands moved to her thighs, lightly touching her as they moved to the delicate inner flesh.  She jerked when he pressed harder, his fingers driving the tacks into her flesh with a pop that she was sure she could hear.  Her legs jerked each time a tack found its mark, digging into the muscles of her thighs as his hands moved closer to her pussy.  She could barely breathe, her breasts heaving as she waited for the inevitable.  Her face was stained with tears, sobbing, wishing she could be anyplace but here with this cruel man.  She could only watch in terror as his fingers traced along her perineum, the sharp tacks digging gashes in the smooth flesh that separated her asshole from her pussy.  He teased her for a long time, moving up, then back down, each time Paige expecting the worst, Michael making her wait.
      His hands slid up over her mound, his fingers finding her fat lips, the tacks popping into the fleshy pillows, a sharp cry from her lips each time.  He peeled back her lips, his tacked fingers finding easy traction to pull them back, the tacks penetrating the flesh with ease.  He gazed into her open pussy, almost able to see inside her, the dark hole beckoning his fingers to visit such a place.  Now he had her inner lips exposed, the pink flesh that rarely saw the light of day, now yanked wide open, his fingers ready to attack it.
      Her lips were spread wide, the chains keeping her legs open, his fingers pulling until she felt the pressure as her lips pulled open wider than they should.  She watched him almost as if in slow motion, the gloved hands with the sharp nails pushing out moving between her lips.  Just the lightest touch hurt, Paige unable to fathom how painful it would be.  For she knew that he would win, she cried out, her eerie scream filling the closed room.  It felt like a branding iron touching her intimate flesh, the tacks blending together into one.  She was sure she was ruined for life, but Michael just stared down at her with an evil grin on his face and his cock danced against her flesh each time she screamed.
      Michael drew his fingers up and down her slit, her lips folding over his fingers, the tacks on top attacking both side of her flesh.  He pushed harder, her body jerking from the punctures, a cry from her lips each time a new tack found a soft spot and entered her flesh.  He never stopped moving his fingers, back and forth like sandpaper, the tacks turning red from the blood.  She would soon be tender, just right for a good fuck, the pain making her tighten her pussy nicely on his cock.  He pushed one hand lower down until he found the entrance to her tight pussy, circling it with two fingers as all of the tacks rubbed harshly into her flesh.  He pushed harder, feeling the elastic opening stretch, but not before the tack found the soft skin and punctured it.  In spite of all that he did to her, her body jerking each time the tacks found some sensitive skin, his gloves grew wet.  Not just blood, but in spite of her cries of pain, her pussy seemed to grow damp.  He had found that in many girls, bound and unable to stop the perverse acts he inflicted on their bodies, they succumb to the moment, their bodies finding ways to enjoy not only the pleasure, but the pain.
      She felt the tip of one finger at the entrance to her pussy, her body jerking as a sharp tack dragged harshly over her most sensitive flesh.  She was almost thankful that her legs were spread so wide, even though they left her grossly exposed.  She tried to relax her muscles, knowing it would only make it worse when he entered her.  And she was sure he would.  His hot cock bounced between her legs, lower down, sometimes rubbing over her exposed anus, sending shivers of forbidden lust in her body.  She knew she was vulnerable everywhere, this man evil.  “MMMMMMGGGG,” she moaned as one finger wormed its way inside her, moving back and forth, Paige fighting her own muscles that tried to push it out, only to make the tacks bite harder into her flesh.  It was as if her pussy was virgin, so tight that one finger felt big, her muscles tense.  She felt the finger sliding in deeper, looking at Michael, his face gleaming with a big grin.  The finger scraped her tender insides, moving from side to side, back and forth, new tacks biting into her sleek passage.  Paige felt the wetness between her legs, blood, but also something else.  It was as if she were growing excited at being used by such a man.  “EEEWWW,” she moaned in pain as the finger pushed high inside her, her pussy clamping all around the finger, the tacks attacking her flesh with a vengeance.  It felt like he was attacking her pussy with a metal file, the tacks rasping back and forth over her flesh.
      Michael needed to fuck her soon, his cock bouncing against her ass cheeks and asshole exciting him.  He would have time for more exploration of her body with his gloves later.  He pulled his finger out, slowly, pushing the tip of his finger along her soft passage, pushing the tacks in and out as he drew it out.  He pulled it out, the glove covered with a thin sheen of pink blood.  He pushed back in, this time with two fingers, a sharp moan of pain from her lips as he twisted and turned his finger at the tight opening of her pussy.  “You’ll be ripe for my cock, Paige.”  He pushed his fingers inside her, pressing the two fingertips along the soft walls of her pussy, fighting the muscles as he pushed the sharp tacks into her most sensitive flesh.  He could feel her body jerking up, trying to escape his fingers, but Michael continued to follow her every ineffective attempt to escape the finger rape of her pussy.
      The tacks tore at her flesh, shredding and tearing the soft walls of her pussy, sure that she was bleeding inside.  His fingers never stopped moving, in and out, Paige moaning in pain.  She only hoped that he would stop with two fingers, even though she knew it would be his cock next inside her, but she would almost welcome that.  At least it was only hard, but smooth.  “Fuck me,” she begged him, her insides raw, the pain overwhelming her.
      “Now that’s what I like in my sluts.”  He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, feeling her muscles reluctantly give up the fight.  He showed her the one stained glove, two fingers glistening with her pink blood.  “It’s going to make you nice and tender.  A real pleasure for my cock.”  He carefully reached down for his cock, the tingling of the tacks on his flesh only making his cock harder, a little pain more of a stimulant.  He paused for a moment, rubbing his cock between the crack of her ass, her tiny asshole just a speck in a sea of white skin.  He rubbed it back and forth over the tiny hole, feeling the tremors in her body.  “I’m sure no one’s ever been in there, have they, Paige?”
      She shook her head in disbelief, he wouldn’t put his cock there.  Only gay men did that and Michael didn’t look gay.  “Never,” she protested indignantly.  She felt the muscles of her anus go into a series of spasms as the head of his cock rubbed back and forth over it.  She was thankful when she felt the hot flesh move up between her legs, the hard cock pushing aside her pussy lips to find the entrance to her pussy with ease.  Even the slightest touch of his cock ignited a fresh bout of pain, opening up the wounds from the tacks.  How would I ever take him inside me?  It was a question that she didn’t have time to ponder.  Michael was impatient, Paige finding her pussy impaled on the thick head of his cock without the slightest preparation, her pussy spread wide open until the head of his cock popped inside.  “EEEGGGHHHH.”
      Michael put his cock just inside her lips, finding the hot, tight opening to her pussy.  He shoved with his hips, entering her without any preliminaries, needing relief quickly.  He grunted, shoving another inch inside her, feeling her muscles fighting every push with his cock.  She was wet, not sure if it was blood or arousal, but he cared little.  His hands slipped around to cup her ass, pulling her up to meet the thrusts of his cock inside her, the tacks digging into her ass cheeks, making her jerk on his cock.
      He didn’t even give her a chance to get accustomed to having something that big inside her, his hands reaching around, the tacks digging into her buttocks as her cheeks clenched tight in defense.  And his cock continued to burrow into her, opening up the fresh wounds of the tacks.  His cock was so hard, pushing aside all her resistance, pulling out just enough to get more leverage, then shoving back in again, each time going deeper.  At least his cock was beyond where his fingers had visited, her pussy not so sensitive from the cuts.  But the rest of his shaft continued to open up the wounds, rubbing them raw as his cock churned in and out of her pussy.  He was swinging her on the chains now, back and forth, his hands on her ass cheeks, guiding her, her pussy pulled down on his cock like a tight glove.  It felt like it would go on forever, sure that he would come out her mouth if he continued to fuck her that hard.  It stretched her from the inside, the thick head beating her muscles into submission, Paige rocked back and forth onto the raping cock.
      He had almost all of his cock inside her, drawing her ass up to meet his powerful thrusts, Paige groaning in pain as his gloved hands tore at her ass cheeks.  She was so tight, almost as tight as Haley.  He jerked her hips from side to side, his cock rubbing every inch of her pussy.  He had almost all of it inside her, pushing her back and then letting her loose to swing back onto his raping cock, his hands on her ass cheeks, pulling her onto his waiting cock.  Her body slammed onto his cock, the head of his cock banging so hard against her cervix, her loud scream exciting him to greater brutality.  His fingers slid to the crack of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as her muscles fought him.  His fingers yanked her cheeks apart, the tacks puncturing her flesh.  He fucked her as his fingers crept to her asshole, a sharp tack on one finger circling her anus, Michael pushing down with his finger as he felt her anal ring fight his intrusion.
      She jerked up and down like a puppet, his cock spearing her like a sword, banging so hard that he bruised her cervix with each powerful thrust, Paige’s own body betraying her as her weight sheathed his cock with her pussy with bone-jarring thrusts.  And now his fingers were tearing into her backside, a tack scraping over her anus, the muscles fluttering nervously, Paige afraid that he would enter her back there with the gloved fingers.  She didn’t know how much longer she could take the punishing rape, her insides raw, her body covered in sweat as he swung her back and forth onto his raping cock.  It felt huge inside her, tearing along her pussy, beating her into submission as he took her brutally.  No one had ever treated her like such a piece of meat before.  “EEEEEEEHHHH!”  She felt the sharp tack tearing at her anal ring, pushing in, feeling strange in her backside as the finger stretched her open.  It felt like a knife was opening up her anus, the finger dancing over the hole as her muscles clenched and unclenched uncontrollably.
      Her pussy was even tighter now that his finger was in her ass, her body drawing up to try to escape the finger, only to find her pussy impaled deeper by his cock.  He sped up his thrusts, fucking faster and harder, his hips a blur as Michael felt the pain in his balls, needing to cum soon.  Real soon.  “Hot, tight cunt.  Just the way I like it.”  She screamed as he impaled her asshole with one dry finger, the tacks tearing at her muscles that tried to keep them from invading her asshole.  It only increased his pleasure as her pussy clenched onto his thick cock, squeezing the head so tight that Michael could barely cum inside her.  But his cum raced up from his balls, shooting out the head of his cock to bathe her deep inside with his hot cum.  Each time he shot in her, she tightened her muscles, only to force another load of cum from his balls, Michael drawing out before it shot out, spewing his hot cum into her pussy as he pushed deep inside her again, his cock aided by her slick passage.
      It felt huge and sharp, his finger inside her asshole, the tacks digging into her rectal muscles, her body bouncing around like a toy, his cock controlling her every movement.  She felt him cum, the first time anyone had ever cum in her without a condom, her insides bathed with his hot cum.  He pulled out, only to thrust back in, this time his cock spewing his salty cum onto her torn flesh, igniting a deeper pain that made her tighten even more.  He continued to pour his cum into her ravished pussy until he finally stopped, his semi-rigid cock still inside her, his finger still inside her ass, but at least it stopped moving.  Paige didn’t move a muscle.
      “I needed that, Paige.  You’re a good fuck, but next time I’ll make you cum.  Just like the slut you will become.”  He pulled his cock out of her pussy, his cum slowly leaking out and dripping noisily to the floor beneath her.  He didn’t want to pull his finger from her asshole, the tight hole so inviting, but he would be back soon enough, for her asshole wouldn’t stay virgin for very long.
      He left her alone, hanging from the chains, her body aching, especially her pussy, his salty cum making the wounds worse.  She stared at the empty walls, waiting for him to return, waiting to be raped again.  Or worse, her mind beginning to wander.

Chapter 5
Girl Sex
      
      
      He came back hours later for Paige, allowing her to shower again, dressing her up in a lovely school girl outfit the others would love.  He had already had a conversation with Beth, easy to get her to accept her role, threatening her two daughters made her do anything.  And Michael saw the way she came, Bill in her mouth, her daughter fucking her ass and pussy with twin dildoes.  He looked at Paige, the ultimate fuck toy, the men would love her.  She looked the part of the school girl with ease and with her attitude, she would easily play reluctant.  But not too reluctant, for Michael had warned her of disobedience.
      Beth was already standing in the same room as before, the lights blinding her again, but knowing there were people in the audience that would watch her as Michael degraded her again.  She was dressed in a black suit, thick rimmed glasses and high heels.  The prim and proper school teacher.  That wasn’t the role she would be playing, only the way she looked.  There was school desks scattered around, the bed gone.  And on the teacher’s desk in front of the other desks were laid out the implements of torture.  And next to it sat the spanking bench.  It was built for the victim to kneel upon, the knees forced to spread wide, the upper body up higher, the end at a convenient height so the victim’s mouth could be put to use servicing a Master.  Or Mistress.  Beth looked as Michael brought in the girl.  She looked young, not sure if it was the clothes she was dressed in or she was truly that young.  She looked scared, just like all of them were.
      “This is Miss Beth.  You obey her or else I’ll take you out and whip you to within an inch of your life.”  Michael could see the way her eyes were trying to pierce the darkness of the room.
      It got worse as she looked around.  She couldn’t see in the darkness, but she was sure there were people out there watching her.  And she looked at the older woman in the room.  And the desk, covered with things that were meant to inflict torture.
      “Over here, Paige.  Michael tells me you’ve been a naughty girl.”  Beth grabbed Paige when she got close enough.  “Don’t fight me,” she whispered to Beth.  “I’m in the same boat as you, but we have to play along until we can find a way to escape.”  She saw Michael looking at her.  “You’re a pretty thing,” her hand running down her back and over the nice plump ass that stuck out the short skirt.  Beth had never been with another girl before, never even thought of it.  But she would have to do lots of things before she could get out of here.  None she would have ever fathomed.  This being the next one.
      Beth was touching her ass, at the same time she held her tightly against her.  Paige was surprised how strong she was.  She felt her hands sliding under her short skirt, finding her naked thighs, but they didn’t stop there, sliding up to cup her ass cheeks, only her panties protecting her.  She was afraid she would be stripped naked in front of the audience.  Or worse, sexually abused.
      “I’m going to warm up that ass first, Paige.  Teach you some respect.  Bend over the desk.”  She slapped her ass hard, Paige surprised.  Beth was pleased that she obeyed so easily.  Obviously Michael had already taught her the price she would pay for disobedience.
      Paige went over to the desk, bending down on it until her breasts were lying on the hard desktop.  She turned her head to the side, staring at the wide array of instruments that would inflict punishment on her body.  She could feel her short skirt riding high up her legs, sure that her panties were revealed.
      “We can do better than that.”  Beth pulled up Paige’s skirt, but slowly, revealing her naked thighs and panties to the unseen eyes in the audience.  She slid it up higher and higher until she laid it on her back, the tight panties clinging to her youthful buttocks, her crack delightfully splitting the tight panties.  Beth’s hands returned, this time a finger playing up and down her crack.  It felt strange for Beth to do this, but it was better to do it to someone else than for them to do it to her.  Beth slapped Paige’s ass hard, catching her unprepared, a yelp from her lips.  “Spread your legs.  I want to see some white thighs.”
      Her ass cheeks stung, but she spread her legs obediently.  She knew she was just exposing more tender flesh for punishment.
      “Get on your toes; I want that cute ass up in the air.”  Beth was almost getting into the role.  It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be.  After all, she had been bound on her knees, fucked in her mouth by two cocks at one time.  And her daughter had fucked her pussy and asshole with slick dildoes.  And they had made her cum, her mouth filled with a stranger’s cum.  This time she was allowed to be the aggressor.  Beth’s hands ran over Paige’s ass, her buttocks tight, thrust up almost obscenely, the spread of her legs leaving her pussy peaking out from behind, the thin, tight panties doing more to entice than cover.  She felt Paige jerk when Beth touched her between the legs, but a pinch on the sensitive inner thigh made her change her mind, Beth’s hands now free to explore her.  She touched Paige’s pussy, feeling her puffy lips from behind, Beth’s fingers squeezing Paige’s pubes as if she were goosing her.  Paige jerked, but didn’t move away, Beth free to fondle her with impunity.  It felt strange and also good, having power over her.  Even if she was a girl.
      The next slap was unexpected, Paige resigned to the hand that was caressing her pussy, even if it was a woman’s hand.  It would almost feel good if she wasn’t so scared.  The hard fucking had aroused something in her that was not satisfied when Michael came in her.  In spite of the pain, the cock still felt good, just not satisfying.  Paige’s hands clung to the other side of the desk as Beth spanked her like an errant school girl.  She went from cheek to cheek, never hitting the same spot twice, moving from the top of her ass, all the way down to the tender part where her buttocks met her thighs.  And she didn’t stop there, slapping her thighs, each time Paige forced to open her legs wider by the powerful slaps.  Each time her inner thighs became more vulnerable.  Her crotch began to ache, her legs spread too wide.  She could feel the heat of her flesh, the spanking continuing.
      Beth could feel the heat of Paige’s skin beneath the panties, her hand almost hurting from the hard spanking she was giving Paige.  She looked over at Michael, a pleased look on his face.  But she knew that he wanted more.  She looked over at the implements lined up so neatly on the desk to the right of Paige.  She picked up a paddle, the handle worn from use, the paddle highly polished.  It was about four inches wide, over a foot long.  Beth could only imagine how it would feel, but Paige would soon learn firsthand.
      “Please no,” Paige begged when she saw what Beth had picked up, but she knew that it would do no good.  Michael was looking at her, a grin on his face, his hard cock bulging out the front of his pants.  These people were evil, getting their pleasure from others’ pain, and it was Paige’s turn to suffer for them.  It was funny, Paige almost reconciled to the fact.  Her hands turned white as she clung to the edge of the desk, biting her lip as she waited for the first blow.  It was worse than she had expected, her body pushed into the desk, her buttocks ablaze in pain as the paddle felt like it touched every inch of her cheeks.  Beth’s hand rubbed her cheeks, but it did little to dampen the pain.  She felt the hand go away, bracing for the next blow.  She heard the swoosh as it passed through the air, the sudden shock as it hit her, this time lower down, catching her on the edge of her buttocks, the soft tender skin feeling as if it were bruised by the unyielding wooden paddle.  This time she couldn’t keep silent, biting her lip, but she still screamed in pain.  “OOOOWWW.”
      Beth saw the naked skin low down beneath her panties turning red where the paddle had struck, Paige’s scream testament to the power behind it.  Beth swung again, this time catching just one cheek with a terrible thud, another scream torn from Paige’s mouth.  She didn’t wait, striking the other cheek, Paige now sobbing quietly, her body shaking.  But strangely enough, she still never moved from the position, submissively bent over the desk, her legs spread, on her toes.  The position forced her buttocks to tighten so provocatively, an erotic pose that Beth was sure was pleasing to Michael and the people in the audience.  For the audience had grown deafeningly quiet as the punishment with the paddle began.
      The next blow with the paddle came up from beneath, striking Paige almost between her cheeks, dangerously close to her pussy.  The hard paddle drove in her crack, the paddle compressing her cheeks until Paige could almost feel the paddle hit her anus.  Another blow followed, this time hitting the same spot, Paige jerking as it again crashed between her cheeks, pushing her panties deep into the sharp divide.
      It was time to make Paige’s ass naked, ready for a new instrument of punishment.  “Put your legs together so I can take off your panties.”  Beth’s voice was loud and demanding.  Paige obeyed.  Beth pulled the panties down slowly, the thin fabric pulling out from between her cheeks, Beth’s hands touching the sweat-drenched flesh of her buttocks, the flesh already red from the paddle.  She pulled them all the way down, noticing that the crotch was damp, and it wasn’t sweat.  No matter how much Paige cried out in pain, her pussy was not all together opposed to the spanking.  And Beth knew what it was like, finding her pussy growing damp with desire.  She was relishing the role she had in punishing Paige.
      Paige felt her panties pulled from her body, naked from the waist down.  She kept her thighs together, hoping to preserve what little modesty she had left, though she knew it wouldn’t last.  But it got worse.
      “Over here, Paige.  You need to be posed better.”  Beth pulled the reluctant Paige over to the spanking bench.  “Kneel down on the lower bench, legs wide apart.”  Beth helped to arrange her, spreading her legs wider and wider until they were to the edge of the bench, the leather straps conveniently waiting to secure her.  First one set of straps on her ankles, the next one just below her knees, her legs wouldn’t be moving no matter how severe the punishment.  Beth brushed the damp hair off of Paige’s forehead.  “Put your hands here.”  Beth took the straps, securing them around Paige’s thin wrists.
      Paige struggled once she was tied down, but it was too late.  She could feel the cool air of the room between her legs, knowing she must be quite a spectacle from behind.  And to make matters worse, Beth put the paddle down, Paige afraid of what she would pick next.  The rest of the instruments were far more severe.  Beth picked it up, Paige had never seen anything like it before, but it looked painful.  It was about 16 inches long, about three inches wide.  Not one, but four tails of leather came off the rounded handle, each tail looking thick and harsh.  With her ass bare, she knew it would hurt and the tight bondage prevented her from moving even an inch.  She tightened her cheeks as if that could somehow prevent Beth from striking her.
      Michael watched the erotic clenching of Paige’s cheeks, each time she relaxed for a second, the dark, mysterious asshole was revealed.  Then she would tighten them again.  Soon he would be fucking her in the ass, her bare ass marred by the punishment, more willing to cooperate in the act of sodomy that he would inflict on her body.
      Beth stroked the tawse down over Paige’s naked ass cheeks, making sure the end of a tail ran up and down her tightly clenched ass crack.  Lower down, the tawse stroking her pussy from behind, the thick tails pushing aside her pussy lips to expose her inner lips to the bright lights.  She began to masturbate Paige with the thick tails of the tawse, growing wet with her juices.  In spite of Paige’s fear of punishment, her pussy grew wetter with each stroke of the thick leather tawse.  Beth even surprised herself, reaching down with her hand and rubbing up and down Paige’s slit.  She had never touched another girl before, but it was almost like masturbating herself.  She pushed aside her puffy lips, seeing the red pin pricks on her pussy and her ass cheeks.  What had Michael already done to her?  It must have been serious enough for Paige to so willingly submit to this punishment.  She felt Paige’s body jerk, the leather straps keeping her pinned tight, but she could feel her trying to move her hips.  She was enjoying her fingers, Beth proud that she could arouse a girl so easily.  She stopped as quickly as she started, depriving Paige from her pleasure.
      It was feeling good, Paige’s body betraying her.  She was almost naked and bound, and she was getting wet while being masturbated by a woman.  What had they done to me?  She let her body succumb to the pleasure, the leather replaced by warm, gentle fingers, Paige wishing she could move with the rhythm of the masturbation.  Then she was left unfulfilled again, just like when Michael fucked her.  Her body was just growing aroused and she was let down.  She looked to see Beth move behind her, Paige knowing that instead of gentle masturbation, she was going to be punished again, this time not just a paddle, but the leather tawse.  She braced her body for the pain to return, trying to close her thighs, but the straps held her spread and vulnerable.
      Beth raised the tawse sideways, swinging it, the leather tails cutting through the air with ease.  It landed on one of Paige’s bare cheeks with a loud thud, a scream following in seconds.  Paige’s body jerked in pain.  She didn’t give Paige a chance to contemplate the next strike, swinging the tawse to mar the other cheek with red gouges where the thick leather straps found the sensitive skin of her ass cheeks.  Each time the tawse landed on Paige, the sound rocked the room like the sound of a bullet.  Each time the tawse hit, Paige’s screams became louder as her tender skin absorbed the bite of the tawse.  Beth moved lower, catching her thighs, the tender inner flesh soft and vulnerable.  Paige’s body jerked up as if it could get away, only to settle back down again, her other thigh attacked with equal vengeance.
      It hurt.  Hurt bad.  Paige was sobbing in between crying out in pain as the leather tawse found her unprotected flesh and attacked it harshly.  And each time, it found new flesh, tender flesh, her ass cheeks beaten, now her thighs lashed painfully, the delicate flesh feeling like it was being torn from her bones.  She feared where it would strike next, keeping her cheeks clenched tightly together.
      Beth had hit her at least a dozen times, Paige’s skin a bright red all over, barely a patch of white skin left.  Only between her cheeks and her pussy was untouched.
      Michael walked over to the desk.  “I think this would be nice next.  For the parts that have been untouched.”  He winked at Paige, her eyes filled with tears, sobbing quietly.
      Beth took the 18-inch wooden ruler, remembering what it was like in Catholic school when she attended.  And that was only on the knuckles, not where Michael wanted her to use it.  She had no choice, moving back behind Paige where she wouldn’t see her.  It wouldn’t be a surprise but a shock when she felt the ruler the first time.
      It never dawned on Paige.  She was wondering why Michael wanted Beth to use the ruler on her ass, not as severe as the paddle or the tawse.  She couldn’t see Beth so she was completely unprepared for what happened.  Her shrill cry filled the room, almost frightening the unseen audience by the intensity of it.  “EEEEGGHHHHH.”  She had never felt anything like it.  Beth had hit her with the ruler, but not on her ass.  Instead she swung it up between her legs, the end of the hard ruler catching her pussy lips with a loud thud.  How could another woman do such a thing, knowing how delicate her sex is?  But Paige began to realize that it wasn’t so much the pain, just the surprise at being struck in such a place.  It stung, but nothing compared to what the tawse had done to her ass cheeks.  She held her breath, waiting, knowing that it was not the last.  It didn’t take long, the whoosh of the wooden ruler cutting through the air warning her.  It hit lower this time, catching her full on one puffy lip of her pubes.  The wooden ruler was unyielding to her flesh, smashing hard into it with a loud thud that sounded more severe than it felt.  Paige jerked, but didn’t cry out this time.
      Beth swung the ruler again, striking Paige, but this time she barely whimpered.  Not to be outdone, she struck her again, this time catching the other lip, this time harder.  Beth watched the way the wood dug into the flesh of her pussy.  She did cry out, but it was more of surprise than pain.  Beth drew the ruler back, this time swinging harder, this time her aim more precise.  Beth watched the ruler as it found its target; the blunt end of the ruler striking in the exact center of Paige’s slit.  The wooden ruler didn’t stop there, pushing aside the lips harshly, powered between them to attack her exposed inner lips.  Beth got the scream she wanted, hoping to please Michael.
      The next one wasn’t the pleasure of the previous ones.  Instead of hitting fatty tissue, it struck between her lips, pushing aside the thick flesh to bite into the sensitive skin of her inner lips, her pubic bones beneath it stopping the blow from going any farther.  But the inner lips were far more sensitive, barely seeing the light of day, never mind the harshness of being struck by a blunt instrument.  “AAAGGGGG,” feeling like she was stung by bees between her legs.  Her body jerked, but could do little to stop the next blow.  This one struck her slit, but higher up.  The wooden ruler smashed against her clit, her sensitive pleasure button trapped between the unyielding wooden ruler and her pubic bone.  It felt like her clit was crushed.  “EEEEEWWWWWW,” the painful shock unbelievable.  It felt like there was an explosion in her head.  She could barely breathe, but the ruler struck her inner thighs, high up, touching part of her pussy, putting Paige on edge, not sure where the next blow would come from.
      Beth danced the ruler between Paige’s legs, attacking her pussy, but never letting her know where it would hit next.  She lured her into a false sense of security, hitting low down on her perineum or inner thigh, then suddenly the ruler would shoot up into her slit and attack the pink inner flesh of her pussy or better, crush her clit.  That drove the loudest scream from Paige’s lips.  And the most pleasure for Beth, for Michael smiled over at her, pleased at her performance.  But she knew that there was much more that she would have to do.  She continued to strike Paige’s pussy for ten minutes, beating the flesh until it grew red and sore.
      Paige couldn’t believe the pain between her legs.  Her lips felt swollen, but it was her inner lips that burned in pain the most, sure they were bleeding.  And her clit, Paige’s mind confused.  It hurt, but it almost felt like an orgasm that rushed to her brain when it got hit.  The pain exploded in her head, seeing stars, but she also felt her clit grow big, Paige knowing that it only provided more of a target for the unforgiving ruler.  And the sound of the ruler hitting her pussy was less of a thud, more of a splat, for her pussy was growing wetter.  Maybe she would finally get the orgasm she need so badly, though she never fathomed she would receive it while getting punished.
      “I think Paige needs to thank you for her punishment, Beth.”  Two men brought it in, putting it near the spanking bench that Paige was in.  It was a bench, raised up where the head would be, a leather pillow built to not only cradle the head but hold it secure, a long leather strap hanging down from one side.  The back curved down to cradle the body, a hollow area for the buttocks.  It stopped short at the end, for it was not built to support the legs.  The legs were to be drawn back toward the head and spread, more straps on the side of the bench to hold them in a variety of positions and degree of spread.  This would leave the victim open and vulnerable to better convince her of cooperating.
      Paige was released from the spanking bench, her legs aching, rubbing her ass, feeling the heat and the rawness.  She rubbed her pussy, surprised that besides some swelling of her pubes, she was still in good shape.  But she was afraid of this new bench mainly because she didn’t understand its purpose.  And with their evil and perverted imagination, she feared it.  Especially all of the leather straps that would hold her secure.
      “Lay down on it, Paige.  Look how comfortable it is.”  Michael had shown Beth the use of it, Beth not sure how Paige would react to it, but she knew Paige didn’t have a choice.
      It looked deceiving, all except the straps.  She laid down on it, her head cradled in the leather pillow, almost coming around her ears.  She felt Beth running the straps around her wrists, pinning her arms to the side of the bench before she knew what happened.  She kept her legs together, but they hung off the end of the bench with no support beneath them.  She looked up just in time to see a leather strap come across her forehead, finding it tightening, almost too much, the pressure pushing her head down into the leather pillow.  She tried to shake her head, but the sides of the pillow prevented her, and now she couldn’t move her head up or down.
      “Let’s see your breasts, Paige.”  Beth made short work of the blouse, pulling it aside, slipping her hands underneath Paige to unsnap the bra and pull it up.  Beth wished her breasts were youthful, firm breasts, nipples so pointed that they looked like they could cut glass.  And her breasts stood up so proudly, not a bit of sag in them.  She finished her handiwork with little interference by Paige, the straps making her surprisingly submissive as Beth bent her legs back and to the side until she was spread out like a frog, her pussy opened wide and exposed.
      Paige was now completely exposed, and all of her intimate charms were exposed by the obscene positions of her legs.  She could almost feel the cool air blowing inside her pussy and ass.  It surprised her when Beth began to undress, taking her time until she was completely naked.  Was Michael going to fuck both of them?
      Beth picked up the riding crop.  She slapped it hard against the inside of one of Paige’s thighs, hitting her high up, where her leg met her torso, close to her pussy.
      “EEEEWWW,” Paige caught unsurprised again, this time feeling the burning pain where the riding crop hit her thigh.  They used crops on horses.  She didn’t know what she did to deserve it.
      “That’s what will happen unless you do everything I say.”  Beth hit the other thigh with equal force, another cry of pain from Paige.  “Say ‘yes, Mistress’.”
      Paige jerked in pain, but she was bound even tighter in this than the spanking bench.  And more exposed, the crop able to visit any part of her body, including between her legs with impunity.  “Yes, Mistress.”
      Beth walked in front of Paige, looking at the tear-stained face looking up at her.  She walked until her crotch was over Paige’s head, her face only inches from her sex.  She lowered her ass down until Beth felt the skin of Paige touching her ass.  “Lick my asshole,” she said it almost matter of factly.  To punctuate her command she slapped the riding crop down between Paige’s legs, attacking her pussy lips with a terrible thud.  She could feel the hot breath of Paige on her pussy as she screamed out.  “Lick my ass.  I better feel your tongue in ten seconds or it’s another one in your slit this time.”  Beth’s voice even gave the impression of authority.  She had to bite her lip, the unexpected pleasure was too hard to contain when she felt a hot tongue between her cheeks touching her anus.  To think that only days before she had never considered her anus as someplace erotic, but the slim dildo in her ass gave her thrills running through her body that was unexpected and pleasurable.  Now she felt a tongue running around her anus, touching her in places that sent tingles through her body.  She moaned in pleasure, unable to contain it, her hips moving back and forth as the wet tongue sliced back and forth between her crack.  It only brought more excitement to her when she imagined how that same tongue will feel between her pussy lips.  She tapped the riding crop against Paige’s pussy, slipping it between the lips to tap at the sensitive inner skin.  “Keep moving that tongue,” she encouraged her with the end of the crop’s handle.
      It was so perverted, forced to lick Beth back there, but the riding crop had showed Paige the error of not performing.  She had never licked a girl, especially not in her ass, but Paige knew before it was over that her tongue would be in Beth’s pussy.  And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.  So she licked her asshole, bringing it back into her mouth to get it wet again, the tart taste of her ass flooding her taste buds.  She couldn’t see anything, only the darkness of Beth’s ass over her face.  She could smell the mustiness; that was the only way she could describe the smell.  Light appeared, Beth getting off.  Paige knew she wasn’t finished and wasn’t surprised when Beth turned around and scooted over Paige’s face.  She was looking up at another woman’s naked pussy.  She felt the riding crop tap against her clit, doing what she could do.  Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she began to lick Beth’s pussy.  Just like boys did to her when she was the dominant one, the silly boys willing to do anything she said.
      “EEEEEMMMM,” Beth unable to contain her pleasure as the tongue slid up and down her slit.  It was just as good as a man’s, even better, Paige knowing just the right places to hit, knowing just what a woman wanted.  Beth’s hips moved back and forth, fucking back on the tongue that was bringing her so much pleasure.  She wouldn’t last long, the domination giving her a strange lust in her loins.  And to have a young girl servicing her like a slave was too much for her to last much longer.
      It wasn’t as bad as she thought.  She had licked her own fingers after masturbating so the taste was pleasing.  And the gentle tap of the riding crop on her pussy kept her on edge, but it was more pleasure than pain.  And by the movement of Beth’s hips, she was enjoying Paige’s tongue.  She almost felt proud that she was so good.  Her hips were moving faster, Paige knowing all the signs of impending orgasm.  This would be a first, a woman cumming on her.  Her tongue went to work more energetically, up and down, Beth moving lower until Paige found Beth’s clit.  Paige sucked it into her mouth, pinning it with her teeth while her tongue went to work on the tip, lashing at it back and forth.  Beth screamed out her pleasure, Paige finding her face covered with Beth’s juices, releasing her clit, Paige’s tongue lashing out to soak up the crème.  Paige had never been so coated with cum before, Beth cumming profusely.  It was long minutes before she got up off of Paige.
      Beth couldn’t believe it.  She was cumming again in front of a group of unseen strangers, this time a girl giving her an orgasm.  She didn’t care what they saw, her pussy rubbed up and down on the face trapped beneath her, Paige slapping her clit with her tongue until she came.  Paige never stopped until Beth slumped down in exhaustion, finally getting off of Paige.  She looked down at her, her face shiny with Beth’s cum.  “Good job,” was the only thing she could say.  Michael ushered her out of the room, a man taking her back to her room.  She looked back to see Michael walking over to Paige, naked, his cock jutting out in front of him.  She couldn’t worry about Paige, she would have to take care of herself.  And from the look of Michael, it was her mouth that would be servicing his cock.
      Paige thought Beth would let her go, but she walked out, leaving Paige still pinned on the bench, bound tight and spread.  Then a shadow cast over her, Michael coming into view.  She looked up at him, naked, his firm chest, large arms and the unmistakable thick cock that bounced in front of him.  Would he fuck me again?  Maybe this time he would make me cum.  No, he wouldn’t!  He walked over to her until his legs were on each side of her head.  She saw the darkness as he lowered his body onto her face until she felt the prickly hairs of his balls on her nose and cheeks.  He began to move back and forth, dragging his heavy ball sack across her face.  She had sucked a boy’s cock before, but she was always in control.  Here she was bound, and no way to stop anyone from doing anything to her.  And her mouth.
      He felt her smooth skin as he rubbed his balls back and forth over her face.  He enjoyed watching her perform cunninglus on Beth, hoping that she would be just as good at fellatio.  He pulled up until he could see her face, her eyes opened wide in fear, rightfully so.  She had given a blow job, but this was going to be a face fuck.  All she had to do was open her mouth, he would do the rest.  Her lips were clenched tight.  Not a good start.  He reached back, swinging the riding crop down between her legs.  There was a wet smack as he hit her along her slit.  She screamed, her mouth opening, Michael ready.  He pushed the head of his cock through her silky, smooth lips.  “You don’t have to do much, Paige.  Just open your mouth and swallow a lot of cum.  And if you don’t, I’ll enjoy whipping your cunt.  Now lick my cock or would you rather I beat that pussy?”
      She screamed when the whip tore into her pussy, splitting her lips open, the harsh leather tearing into her sensitive flesh.  Before she could close her mouth, her lips were stretched, the head of Michael’s thick cock splitting her lips open.  Once he was inside, there was no way she could stop him from doing anything he wanted.  Her only hope was to get it over quickly.  She began to lick his cock, his cock already leaking cum onto her tongue, but it was no different than the cum that already filled her mouth from Beth.  She looked up at him, his cock jutting out and going into her mouth.  She began to suck him, her tongue licking just under the rim of the head of his cock, teasing the edge as it jerked in her mouth.  She felt his hips begin to move, his balls dragging back and forth over her skin, her mouth forced to open wider as the shaft of his cock began to enter her mouth.  She didn’t know how much cock she could take in her mouth, but his cock was definitely more than she could comfortably handle.  And that is what worried her the most.  She had heard of deep throating, but all of her girlfriends told her of choking and gagging, pushing the boy away before they could shove their cocks in their throat.
      Michael leaned forward, powering his hips forward as he began to fuck her mouth.  He pushed an inch in, then out, then two inches in, each time her lips tightening as if she could stop him from having his way with her.  Her tongue wasn’t moving much, pushed down by this cock as it shoved deeper into her mouth.  “Yes, nice tight mouth, Paige.  Soon you’ll have a mouthful of cum and you’ll swallow it like a good slut.”
      Her mouth was filled with spit or she tried to convince herself that was what it was.  But it had an unmistakably salty flavor and it was thick, feeling like gobs of oil in her mouth.  His balls were beginning to slap against her chin, more and more of his cock entering in and out of her mouth.  She felt it shoving to the back of her mouth, hoping that he would stop as soon as he did.  She gripped his cock with her lips, feeling the shaft slide back and forth through her lips, hoping to make him cum soon.
      Michael was getting into a rhythm, his hips fucking her face, half of his cock in her mouth, but half was still outside, Paige looking so lovely with a thick cock splitting open her mouth.  He shoved harder, the head of his cock banging hard against the back of her mouth.  He stopped, not pulling out.  He pushed forward, rewarded when she choked.
      “AAAAKKK,” the head of his cock shoved against the opening to her throat, Paige choking.  Michel didn’t pull away, instead the forceful pressure of his cock at the tiny opening of her throat felt so good.  He looked at her face, the look of innocence on her face broken by his cock splitting her lips.  The head of his cock was wedged into the tight opening of her throat, blocking her air supply, her nostrils flaring as she tried to suck in precious air through her nose.  She at least knew enough not to suffocate.  He held it there until she stopped struggling.
      It felt like a big stopper plugged into her throat, blocking her from breathing.  She panicked for a moment, finally sucking in air through her nose until her lungs began to fill.  Michael didn’t pull out, yet he didn’t push in either and that was what scared her.  She could feel his muscles tense.  Then it began to move, the head of his cock pushing relentlessly into the breach of her throat.  “AAAGGHH,” she choked, her stomach feeling like it was turning inside out.  “GGGGGUUUGGGHHH,” her mouth opening wide as she gagged, suddenly finding the head of his cock inside her throat like a giant snake.  She couldn’t believe it, the cock worming its way into her throat, afraid he would shove it deep into her stomach.  She panicked again, sucking in precious air through her nose, but she still felt as if she were suffocating.  Each time she choked or gagged, her mouth would open wider, her mouth filling with saliva and Michael would squeeze another inch of cock into her throat.
      Michael couldn’t believe the pleasure of her throat.  Her muscles squeezed the head of his cock so hard, but it made it easier to shove in deeper, the head of his cock compressed into the tight hole.  His cock jerked in pleasure each time she choked, Michael enjoying her discomfort.  He shoved with his hips again, another inch of cock entering her throat, three inches inside her.  He could almost see the outline of his cock on her throat.  He pulled out, feeling her muscles quivering up and down his cock as he yanked an inch out, quickly thrusting back in, four inches of cock forced into her throat, a powerful gag from her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.
      She had never been taken in such a way, most boys she had sucked were just so grateful for anything that she did with her mouth.  Not Michael, his cock punched into her throat, Paige afraid she would vomit and choke to death or pass out from lack of air.  He was relentless, his cock dryly rasping along her throat as he pushed in and out, rubbing the soft passage raw.  She didn’t think she could take much more of it, but Michael seemed like he was just getting started.  And she feared that the most.  She was drooling, unable to stop her mouth from creating so much saliva as she gagged, her chin a river of spit.
      “See, I told you that you wouldn’t have to do much.”  He pulled his cock reluctantly from her throat, a loud pop as the compressed head of his cock pulled free from her throat. She sucked in huge amount of air, tears running down her cheeks, her chin covered in shiny spit.  He left his cock in her mouth, her lips still pursed around the shaft.
      She could finally breathe again, though it still felt like his cock was in her throat.  His cock filled her mouth, her tongue moving around it, hoping to please him and keep it from her throat.  She sucked on it, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, her tongue lavishing such attention on the head of it.  She could taste his cum leaking out, knowing that she would soon have a mouthful to swallow or choke to death.
      She was trying to be accommodating, but that was not what he wanted.  He shoved with his hips, the head of his cock breaching her throat with ease this time, her gagging making it easier.  He pushed in a mouthful of spit with his cock, the head of his cock sliding easier into her tight throat in spite of her muscles trying to keep it out.  Her eyes opened wide as he shoved more of his cock into her throat, her mouth nothing but a hole to shove his cock into.  He began to pump his cock, the thick head shoving in and out of her throat with such delight.  He enjoyed the panic in her face as he fed his snake into her throat.  He wouldn’t last much longer, shoving half of his cock into her throat until he was pressed hard against her lips.
      It felt like it was coming out her stomach, Michael continually shoving his cock into her throat until she felt the prickly pubic hairs tickling her nose.  She could feel it jerking in her throat, Paige still gagging from the thickness.  Her head grew dizzy, blackness approaching as she struggled to breathe.  At just the last moment, he pulled his cock out of her throat, Paige sucking in air, but Michael shoved his cock back down into her throat, feeling like a giant sword cutting deep inside her.  He jerked his hips, back and forth, her throat just a tight place to fuck his cock.  She prayed he would cum soon, but his hips continued to rhythmically fuck back and forth for long minutes while Paige struggled to breathe.
      Michael enjoyed her but he needed to empty his balls, aching from being aroused so long.  He pulled his cock from her throat, keeping it inside her mouth while she struggled for air.  “Suck out my cum,” he ordered her, Paige instantly obeying.  She sucked the knob of his cock until he felt the familiar tingling deep in his balls.  He pumped the base of his cock until he felt the pleasure as his cum shot out the head of his cock into her waiting mouth.  Her tongue lashed back and forth over the head of his cock in spite of spewing jets of cum into her mouth.
      At least she could breathe again, willing to do anything.  And she did, licking the head of his cock, tasting the cum as it leaked out, knowing there would be lots more soon.  She felt him jerking his cock off in her mouth, his hand banging against her lips.  She felt his cock explode in her mouth, thick cum spewing out in powerful jets to fill her with his hot crème.  The first load made her cheeks swell, Paige struggling to swallow as fast as he came in her mouth.  It was endless, no sooner did she swallow the thick crème then her mouth was filled again.  She choked on the thick crème, shooting to the back of her mouth, some entering her throat just as his cock did.  She didn’t think he would ever stop, finally relieved when she felt his cock shrinking in her mouth.  Her tongue continued to bathe it, afraid of not pleasing him.  He ran his balls across her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick the hairy sack, anything to end it, afraid he might make her lick his ass as Beth did.  She was relieved when he moved away, the darkness going away as his body moved off of her face.  Now maybe they would let her loose, her mouth coated with the salty cum.
      “NNOOOO!”  She cried out in terror.  As Michael moved out of the way, she saw it.  A line of naked men as far as she could see.  The first one in line didn’t even wait, plugging his cock into her mouth and down her throat before she could even react.  He fucked her face, his heavy balls rubbing over her chin as she choked and gagged.  It went on for hours, Paige’s mouth never empty for more than a couple of seconds.  Long ones, fat ones, skinny ones, all of them demanding her submission, her throat breached with such regularity that she barely choked any longer.  Her tongue had long given up, exhausted from trying to please too many men, but the men in line cared little, her throat and mouth sufficient enough to drain their balls into her reluctant mouth.  Her stomach growled, filled with the thick, hot cum of the men, each of them expecting her to swallow his seed.  Some of them even came on her face, her cheeks and forehead thick in cum.  Finally the last one, his cock over a foot long.  He didn’t care, shoving it down her throat, Paige pinned down, unable to stop him as he fed his cock until she felt it in the pit of her stomach.  Even when he fucked his cock, it never drew out of her throat, the last load of cum shot directly into her stomach.  She couldn’t even walk when they were finished with her.

Chapter 6
Birthday Cake
      
      
      It was a large room, filled with four beds and so much more.  There was the spanking bench, a pillory, the bench they used to mouth fuck Paige, a large wooden cross.  All were designed to hold a female secured and spread for whatever they desired to do to her.
      Jenna was the first one brought in.  She tried to turn and run when she saw the beds and furniture, but five men pounced on her like she was an animal.  A trapped animal.  What Michael and Mr. Lawson had done to her was terrible, raped in the ass by the largest cock she had ever seen.  And the dildoes they used on her, electrified that singed her most delicate passages, finally forced to suck cock.
      Her clothes were torn from her body, her blouse shredded, the buttons flying, torn from her shoulders.  Her bra was cut, the men too eager to even use the clasp.  Her naked breasts bounced as one of them slapped them continually, making them dance up and down on her chest.  Hands slapped her ass, tugging her skirt down until it was at her feet, her panties shredded by a man with large hands, the thin fabric no match for his powerful hands.  She st0od trembling, naked, five horny men standing around her with lust in their eyes and a bulge in their pants.
      “String her up!”  The men wanted her, her naked body enticing them.  And Michael said they could do anything they wanted to her.  Anything.  And these were men that paid dearly for that privilege.
      Two men grabbed her, Jenna struggling as one pulled her arms behind her back, the other ready with rope, tying it too tight, her fingers quickly growing numb.  She was shoved forward, stumbling, the men keeping her on her feet until they were in front of the chains hanging down from the ceiling.  Jenna was afraid, Michael and Mr. Lawson using the same type of chains to spread her when they raped her.  She was shoved to the floor, screaming as she was tossed on her back, her arms tied behind her back aching.  Hands grabbed her ankles, Jenna finding her legs spread, powerful hands squeezing her ankles while she saw the chains coming down, lowered from the ceiling.  No matter how much she fought, the men had her ankles in the cuffs before she knew it.  They released her ankles, the chains clanging as she tried to kick them.  A hum of the motor and she found herself thrown onto her back again, her legs slowly being raised up off the ground.  She screamed in protest, but the men stood back, watching their handiwork as Jenna was slowly and methodically strung up by her ankles.  First her ass rose up from the floor, then her back.  The room started to turn upside down, as her body was pulled up until she was straight, hanging like a piece of meat by her ankles.
      Jesse stopped the chains from going up once Jenna’s head was off the ground, hitting the other button, the chains moving sideways toward the walls.  One going one way, the other the opposite.  Soon she would be spread for them.  Then they could go to work on her lovely naked body.
      Jenna felt her legs spreading, the chains unforgiving, her legs forced to the opposing walls until she thought she was going to be split up the middle.  She saw the men upside down, all staring between her legs, at least glad when the chains stopped, even though her crotch ached from being spread so wide.  She felt even more vulnerable than with Michael and Mr. Lawson and what they did to her was despicable.  But with five of them now, she braced herself for the worst.  She heard the flick of a cigarette lighter then the smell of something burning.  It was getting stronger, scented, like candles.  She could see flickers of light bouncing off the walls.
      “Should we gag her?”  Bill held one of the candles, a black taper, known to burn hot.
      “Nah, I want to hear the bitch scream.  Makes my cock harder.  Besides, we’re just going to warm her up a bit.”  Jesse laughed, picking up a blue candle made of bee’s wax, the wax known to get the hottest.  She’d feel it for sure.
      She saw all the men crowding around her, all of them holding lit candles in their hands, the wax already melting and flowing down the side.  She was afraid of where they were going to drip the wax, her legs spread so wide, her pussy open and tender.  Could they really be that cruel?  She knew the answer was yes as she braced for the first one to approach her.  “Please don’t,” she begged.  “I’ll suck your cock, let you fuck me up the ass.  Anything.”  Jenna was already sobbing, wishing she could go home to her husband.  She’d let him tie her up, fuck her mouth, anything was better than this.  She felt sorry for Haley and her mother, but Jenna wished she was not at her mother’s house when Michael broke in and took them.
      “You start on her tits, Bill.”
      Bill knelt down next to her.  “Nice big tits, Jenna.  How about if I get those nips nice and big?”  Bill reached out with one hand, cradling one of her breasts almost gently.  His fingers rubbed back and forth over her nipple until it stood out like a little pebble, all hard and pink.  “I like a girl with sensitive nips.  You’re going to love the wax,” laughing boisterously.
      Jenna’s body was swaying as Bill fondled one of her breasts, Jenna struggling not to let his fingers on her nipple get her aroused, but her nipple betrayed her, his fingers so gentle as they coaxed her nipple to greater hardness.  Not only did it arouse her, but it made it a bigger target for the wax of the candle, Jenna almost hypnotized as she stared into the flickering flame of the candle in front of her.  Bill moved the candle so close to her that she thought she could feel the heat of the flame.  He moved it above her breast, his hand still holding it, her body still.  She was in a trance as the candle was tilted, the flame moving back to melt the black wax, Jenna’s eyes fixed on the ball of wax forming up as it slowly melted.  It was like slow motion as it slid down the edge of the candle, hanging on for so long, drawing down as gravity pulled it until it finally broke off from the end of the candle.  It fell, Jenna not even connecting the sound of the splat as it hit her naked breast until the pain rushed through her breast flesh to shoot to her brain.  “EEEEEEWWWW.”
      Bill was good, the blob of wax hitting exactly where he aimed, hitting her areola and rolling down for half an inch before it cooled into a hardened mass.  His cock jerked when she screamed, the dark wax in sharp contrast to her white skin, her pink nipple popping out as if it were trying to welcome the hot wax.
      It felt like a hot knife was burning her, her body shaking but unable to stop the burning from creeping deep into the flesh of her breast.  She couldn’t breathe, her chest heaving up and down as the hot wax finally cooled, the lingering sharp sting of the burn searing her flesh.  “Nnnooo Moooorrre,” she begged, but Bill was already tipping the candle again, Jenna bracing for the intense pain of the wax.  It felt like long minutes, not seconds until the next drop fell from the end of the candle.  The splat was louder, the pain instantaneous, for it was her sensitive nipple that received the brunt of the wax, a small spray shooting over her breast flesh.  It felt like a pin was stabbed through her nipple, deep into the meat of her breast.  Her nipples were always sensitive, the hot wax stimulating them in an evil and painful way.  She felt the wax cooling, her nipple compressed beneath the hardening wax, trapping in the warm wax, her nipple throbbing, the blood flowing through the tip like a tiny heartbeat.
      Bill’s second aim was precision, her pink nipple sealed in a cover of black wax.  It would do no good to hit the same spot, lowering the candle to catch the other side of her areola with the scalding wax.  She screamed again, her upper body shaking to throw the burning wax off, but nothing would deter him.  He dropped more wax onto her breast until it was covered with black drops of hardened wax.  She had stopped screaming, but he moved to her other breast, the nipple still pink.  In spite of her pain, her nipple was hard as if asking for it to be singed by the scalding wax.
      Her chest was in constant pain, her skin scalded by the hot wax.  She could barely see through her tear filled eyes.  She knew it was just beginning, Bill moving to her other breast.  She tried to beg, but he was already dipping the candle to the side.  Like the last, he teased her, burning her areola while she screamed in pain, then finally sealing her nipple in the hot wax while she screamed in agony.  By time he was finished, her white, unblemished breasts were dotted with thick globs of black wax, the skin underneath burned painfully.
      Jesse looked down at Jenna, her tear-stained face masked in pain.  “You’ve much more to go.  My turn now.”
      Jesse didn’t bend down like Bill so Jenna knew where he would send the wax.  If she thought the wax on her nipples and breasts were bad, where Jesse was going to use it would be much worse, Jenna not sure she could stand such pain.
      Jesse rubbed his hands along her inner thighs, caressing the flesh sensuously.  “You might want to get wet, Jenna.  It won’t hurt so bad.”  His fingers rubbed over her mound.
      She hated what he said, but he was right.  If her pussy was wet, the hot wax would be less painful.  She tried to concentrate as his fingers rubbed up and down her slit, but her body was still in pain, every nerve on edge, waiting for more.  No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to get aroused.  She felt his fingers peel back her pussy lips, exposing her inner lips.
      Jesse grabbed the blue candle.  “I’m going to enjoy this.”  He began with her thighs, tracing a path up and down one white thigh before moving to the other.  By time he was finished, a line of blue dots lined both of them.  Her thigh muscles quivered uncontrollably, Jenna sobbing.
      Each time the wax moved close to her pussy she braced for the pain, but he would back away, moving to the other thigh, finally stopping when he covered both of them with the hot wax.  While painful, it was nothing like when Bill covered her sensitive nipples in a blanket of hot wax.
      Jesse moved onto his prime target, the wax blanketing her pubic hairs and the tender area where her legs met her torso.  She was screaming louder now, taking a second candle.  Frank helped him, his fingers deftly pulling her pussy lips back, but holding them with just the tips of his fingers to expose the maximum amount of flesh to the wax.
      She felt fingers fumbling with her pussy lips, peeling them back like a banana.  She felt the cool air of the room rushing over her insides, but she knew it wouldn’t be for long.  Jesse had a new candle, poised between her legs as she tried to look up.  But she couldn’t see where the candle was, bracing herself for the pain.  “OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW.”  Her scream was inhuman.  She had never felt such a thing.  He had dripped the hot wax inside her pussy lips on the unprotected flesh of her inner lips.  The flesh that barely saw the light of day.  The pain rushed to her brain, exploding in her head.  “EEEEEWWW,” Jesse dripping more wax, this time on her other lip, just one spot of hot wax feeling like a million bees were stinging her all at once.  She couldn’t even fathom the pain, Jesse not stopping for her to even contemplate it before she felt more wax dripping down on her spread lips to attack her with a vengeance.
      She passed out when Jesse used the wax on her clit, Frank teasing it from her protective hood, squeezing it until the blood rushed to the tip.  He held it there, willing to let the wax land on his fingers, nothing compared to the wax that landed on her clit.  It took only one glob, Jesse making sure that he held the candle over her clit for a long time until it was sealed in the blanket of hot, scalding blue wax.  Her body danced on the chains until she finally grew still, passing out from the intense pain.
      It felt like a knife was stabbed into the center of her clit, Jenna sure that she would never feel pleasure again.  The hot wax rolled continually all over her clit until the darkness shrouded her head, a blessing as she went unconscious.
      They prepared her for when she would wake up.  Jesse took one candle, pulling apart her cheeks until her asshole was exposed.  The base of the blue candle wasn’t very thick, a little pressure and her anal ring spread to accept it.  It was dry, but she wouldn’t care, still unconscious.  He shoved almost three inches inside until the thick middle of the specially designed candle passed into her rectum.  Once inside it would seat tightly, preventing Jenna from pushing it out no matter how much she tried.  Her pussy got the thick candle, almost four inches around.  It stood out obscenely, like a giant blue cock, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around it.
      “You ready?”  Frank had the smelling salts ready.
      Jesse lit the two candles, both of them growing brightly, the wax already beginning to melt down.  “Yeah, let her feel them inside her before the wax hits her.”
      She shook her head as the ammonia wafted up into her nose.  Her eyes opened, hoping to find her somewhere else, instead she was still strung upside down, her legs spread, her body still aching from the numerous burns inflicted on her.  She looked at the mirror they had placed next to her so she could see all of her body.  Her eyes instantly went to the two glowing candles that burned brightly between her legs.  She felt the thick one in her pussy, stretching her open.  She grunted as she tried to push the one out of her ass, but it just moved a bit before it fell back.  She could feel her insides stretched wide, not sure how thick it was but it wasn’t as bad as Mr. Lawson’s cock.  Nothing could ever be as bad as that.  Would they take them out?  She was sure they wouldn’t right away, but would they before the flames licked at her flesh.  “AAAAWWW,” the first drop of wax dripped down, hitting her anus, sending it into tremors of pain, her anal muscles gripping on the candle uncontrollably.  “AAAGGHH,” the candle in her pussy melting hot wax on the lips of her pussy, sealing them shut with their harsh burning.
      The candles continued to burn, her pussy and asshole long sealed in wax while Jesse let her suffer, not sure if they would ever pull it from her before the flames burned her flesh.  It was the one in her pussy that he pulled out first, but he used the flame to singe all the pubic hair from her body before he finished, sealing the tender flesh underneath before he moved onto the one in her asshole.  He fucked her with the candle, the thick part sealed in her rectum pulled up, her anal ring having to stretch to allow it to get out, then pushing it back in to make her relive the painful stretching again.  Just as he pulled it out, he dipped the candle until a blob of wax fell into her asshole, the tiny hole too slow in closing, leaving her open.
      “EEEWWWWW,” she screamed in agony, her insides boiled with the hot wax.  It felt like her bowels were on fire, a thick gob of wax settled inside her anal passage.  She fainted again, thankful for the darkness of unconsciousness.
      Jenna woke up with a start, sure that it was all of a bad dream until she felt the pain between her legs and on her breasts.  Then it all came back to her, what the men had done to her.  She could almost feel the candles still inside her, still feel the hot wax burning her flesh.  She sat up, surprised that she was no longer bound.  She looked around, five men sitting on chairs across from her, all naked, their hands gently stroking their cocks as they eyed her naked body with lust in their eyes.  She knew she was going to be raped again, this time by five of them and there was nothing she could do about it.  And she knew it would be painful, her pussy and ass sensitive from the burning wax but they cared little of her pain.  In fact, she was sure that they would enjoy it better.
      “It looks like our bitch is back among the living.  Welcome back to Hell, Jenna.”  Jesse stroked his cock casually, thinking of ways that he wanted to take her.  “You ready to fuck?”  It wasn’t as much of a question as it was a statement.  “On the bed.”
      Jenna had no choice, afraid of what they would do to her if she disobeyed.  She got up, the pain in her legs increasing as she walked, the burns opening from just the movement of her legs.  She could only imagine what it would be like when they stuck their cocks in her, tearing open the fresh wounds.  The bed was big, big enough for her and the five of them and that scared her.  There were more cocks than she had holes.
      Bill was already lying down in the middle of the bed, his hand holding his erect cock straight up.  It was over eight inches of rock-hard cock.  “Climb on, Jenna.  You’ll like it a lot.”
      She had no choice, kneeling up on the bed, crawling over, her ass shaking provocatively but there was no ladylike way to sit on a cock.  The others were watching her from behind, sure that she must be quite a spectacle.  She kneeled with both of her legs on each side of his hips, her pussy opening up, the wounds hurting as they busted open.  She reached down, her hands gripping his cock.  “Eeeeeewww,” rising up higher on her knees as she scooted forward until the head of his cock was poised under her pussy.  She began to lower herself down until she felt the hot, rubbery head of his cock splitting her pussy lips apart.  It hurt, but she had to make herself wet or that monster in her hand would tear her up.  She tried to concentrate, closing her eyes as she rubbed the thick head up and down her slit.  She thought about her husband Alex tying her up and fucking her constantly, wishing it was Alex underneath her, not a strange cock.  She would go willingly home to Alex and let him tie her up and do anything to her.  Even take her mouth and ass.  If she could only be safe in her own house.  Hands gripped her breasts harshly, bringing her back to the reality of the situation.  She looked down, surprised that the head of his cock was slippery with her juices.  Bill’s hands were pinching her nipples, igniting fresh pain on the burns.
      “Down, girl, take it in you.  All of it.” Bill was getting frustrated.  Even though her soft hands and masturbation of the head of his cock up and down her slit felt good, he wanted to feel the hot, tight insides of her pussy gripping his cock.
      She grunted as she placed the head of his cock inside her pussy.  “MMMM,” she groaned in pain, the slick head still feeling like sandpaper as it rasped along her burnt pussy opening.  Bill’s fingers gripped both of her swollen nipples, yanking them until she had no choice but to lower her pussy onto his erect cock.  It slowly sank inside her, Jenna moving her hips from side to side to open her pussy up to his thick shaft.  At least it was past the burns, though the shaft still rubbed painfully over the burns as his cock slid into her.  It felt like it was endless, Jenna rising up, then shoving back down to take more of him inside her.  She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was Alex that she was riding, clenching her pussy onto the thick shaft, her hips moving to caress his cock with her tender insides.  Even the fingers that tugged on her nipples began to feel good, guiding her up and down until she began to please him.
      “God damn, this bitch is hot and tight.  You should feel what she’s doing to my cock.”  Bill hadn’t had such a good fuck in a long time.  Most of the time he raped Michael’s girls, but this one was different, fucking him as if she enjoyed it.  He couldn’t wait to see how she would react with more than one cock in her.  Would she be as receptive as she is now?
      Jenna woke to reality when she felt hands on her back.  It was Jesse.  “Lay down on top of him.”  She felt his hands pushing down on her back until she was forced to bend over Bill, her breasts scraping along his hairy chest.  Jesse’s hands touched her legs, pulling her legs back until she was stretched out over Bill’s body.  She continued to pump up and down with her hips, her naked ass humping the thick cock that split her up the middle.  It was almost feeling good, though Jenna hated to admit it.  She felt hands on her ass, shivering in fear at what Jesse had in mind.  Mr. Lawson had fucked her in the ass, but this would be different.  She already had one cock between her legs stretching her open. What would it feel like to have two at the same time?  She knew she didn’t have a choice, Jesse already playing up and down her sweat-drenched crack, his finger touching her anus, the fresh pain forcing her to tighten her pussy on Bill’s cock, a grunt of pleasure from his lips each time her muscles gripped his cock.  She felt an oiled finger pressing hard on her anus, the painful opening of her anal ring, the tight ring seared by the heat of the wax.  His finger popped inside her, wiggling inside until it pressed painfully against the muscles in her rectum.  It didn’t hurt as much as it went in deeper, a reminder of the candle they parked deep into her asshole, seated with the thickness so she couldn’t push it out.  Jesse had a long cock, though not as big as Mr. Lawson’s cock.
      Her hard nipples pressed against Bill’s naked chest, feeling like sharp pebbles as she rubbed back and forth.  But nothing could compare to the pleasure of her pussy on his cock, her muscles gripping it almost lovingly in spite of what they had done to her.  Or maybe because of what they did, Jenna wanting to do anything to please them.  He felt her hips jerk, then an uncontrollable clenching of her pussy.  Jesse must be preparing her to be sodomized.  Soon he would feel another cock pressed against his, only a tiny patch of skin separating the two of them.
      Two fingers were stretching her anal ring, the fingertips digging deep inside her rectum, never stopping as they twisted and turned.  She bucked harder onto Bill’s cock, feeling so full, both holes stuffed at one time.  Then suddenly the fingers were gone.  She felt a body pressing up against her back, an erect cock pressed against her ass.  She braced for the first thrust, but she felt a hand fumbling between their bodies, then the rubbery head of Jesse’s cock running up and down her sweat-drenched ass crack.  The jerking cock brushed over her anus, Jenna almost feeling Mr. Lawson’s cock slowly and methodically shoved up her asshole until she was sure that he tore through her.  She would never forget it, the cock feeling like it went on continually, always more to shove inside her bowels.  She felt the head pressed against her anus and then the gradual pressure as Jesse began to enter her.  Her anal ring stretched painfully, Jenna grunting as the pain increased as he sought entrance to her ass.  It felt like a giant log was between her legs, no longer able to distinguish the two cocks as they both sought to be inside her.  With Jesse pushing down on her, she had no choice but to engulf Bill’s cock with her pussy.  “EEEEEGGHH,” she bucked hard, the thick head of Jesse’s cock popping into her asshole, her anal ring burning, opening up the fresh wounds of the candle wax.  The pain raced to her brain, Jenna not sure if she could take much more.
      Jesse couldn’t believe the tightness of her asshole, her rectum gripping his cock, Jesse grunting as he tried to force it deeper inside her.  Her muscles fought every effort by him, pushing and squeezing his cock as she tried to keep him from violating her in her ass.  But with the fight was the pleasure, her muscles clenching uncontrollably on his cock as she tried to force him out.  He grunted as he shoved in harder, feeling his cock slowly enter the tight passage of her asshole, stretching her as he fed more of his cock into the depths of her bowels.  He loved a good ass fuck, the girl fighting the perverse act exciting him more.  His hips began to rise and fall, each time more of his cock breaching her tight asshole.  Jenna continued to fuck Bill beneath her, Jesse feeling Bill’s cock along side his as he got half of his cock inside her.
      They were both shoving inside her, feeling like two spears tearing her apart.  The ass fuck was bad enough, but two of them inside her at once were almost too much.  The one in her ass pushed deeper into her intestines, her stomach cramping, feeling like she ate a big dinner.  It jerked and throbbed inside her guts, pushing along the elastic walls, stretching them wider and wider with each painful thrust.  And her hips continued to pump her pussy up and down on Bill’s cock, her nipples hard as rocks as they rubbed along the prickly hair of his chest.  She felt like a sandwich, two cocks capturing in between them.  “AAAHH,” if felt like his cock was all the way through her, both of them throbbing deep inside her.  She had no choice, drawing up, only aiding Jesse in shoving his cock deeper into her asshole.  Then back down, Jesse following her every movement, filling her with his demanding cock.
      Jesse finally got all of his cock inside her asshole, looking down, her burned anal ring stretched tightly around the shaft.  Her insides were caressing his cock with such care, her guts like a warm blanket enveloping his prick in a tightness that made it jerk with excitement.  He began to fuck her in the ass, shoving in as she pushed her ass up, feeling her muscles nipping at the head of his cock as she pulled off of his cock.  He began to get into a rhythm, fighting the urges in his balls, wanting it to last as long as possible.
      Like the cock in her pussy, Jenna became accustomed to the one in her ass, reaming her out.  But a strange excitement raced through her battered body as the two men took her with such disregard, using her body for their own pleasure.  She was just a sex toy, a place where they could deposit their cum after considerable stimulation.  She felt the bed move, remembering that there were still three more men.  All with cocks that demanded her attention.  She wasn’t surprised when she felt a rough hand on her chin, lifting her head up and finding a cock pressed into her face.  She didn’t hesitate, knowing it was fruitless to fight them, unable to stop them.  She opened her mouth, a cock quickly pressed against her lips.  She licked the head as he waited patiently.  Her tongue lavished attention all over the domed head, the tip of her tongue going underneath the rim to tease the sensitive gland as it jerked against her lips.  She licked the salty cum that leaked out of the head into her mouth, her tongue racing over the tiny hole in the tip until she extracted his precious fluids.
      Her hot breath almost made him cum, her silky lips engulfing the head of his cock.  Frank fought the urge in his balls, wanting to drive his cock down her throat and cum, but he held back as she went to work on his cock with her tongue.  She might be getting double fucked, but she sucked his cock as if it were the only thing she was doing.  She sucked the head of his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around the rim, all the while her tongue energetically raced around the head of his cock as it leaked his cum into her willing mouth.  And then she started to suck his cock in her mouth, powerful suction drawing it into the hot confines of her mouth.  She moved her head up and down, her lips squeezing the shaft tightly as his cock pushed in and out of her tight lips, her tongue lashing out at the shaft.
      Her tongue explored every inch of his cock, her tongue pushing into the piss hole until she tasted his leaking cum, the pungent salty flavor invading her taste buds.  She sucked it into her mouth, her tongue exploring every ridge, bump and vein on the shaft until she could picture it in her mind.  All the while she fucked back on the two cocks that split her up the middle.  For a girl that was being raped, Jenna was acting like more of a willing participant.  Hands grabbed her wrists, Jenna finding her hands wrapped around two, hot demanding cocks, unseen hands guiding her hands until she took up the rhythm, masturbating the two cocks.  She didn’t know how she did it, but somehow she kept them all happy, her head bobbing up and down on the cock in her mouth, her hips driving back and forth between the two cocks that were between her legs.  And her fingers masturbated the two cocks in her hands with a precision and expertise she didn’t even know she had.  She was so good that they all came almost at the same time, the first one in her pussy, blasting his cum deep into her.  Jesse was next, the orgasm in her pussy setting him off, spewing his hot cum into the depths of her bowels.  Jenna swallowed continually to contain all the cum that filled her mouth, feeling the hot cum land on her face as she jerked off the two cocks onto her silky skin, feeling it running slowly down her cheeks.
      Jenna was obliged to clean each of the cocks with her mouth, Jesse’s cock the most difficult to perform, still slick from being up her ass.  She gagged but performed without protest.  A few of them grew erect in her mouth, the door opening and a new victim brought in for their pleasure.  They left her slumped on the bed.

Chapter 7
Rope Burn
      
      
      Haley clung to Michael.  She didn’t understand it after all he had done to her and made her do, but she felt so close to him and had this under-riding desire to please him.  No matter what he asked her to do.  She was fully dressed again, Michael’s arm around her so comforting even though she didn’t know where they were going.  He opened the door, entering a large room, four beds spread around, one of the beds filled with the naked body of her sister, Jenna, her back to Haley.  Her skin was splattered with bright red spots, dried cum shiny on her thighs and ass.  Haley could see her breathing, grateful that she survived whatever they did to her.
      A group of people filed into the room as if they were going to a show.  Well it would be, but not the kind that polite folk went to.  Michael always put on a good show this one to be no exception.  They saw the young girl, barely 19, a lovely body beneath the short skirt and sweater she wore.  
      There were at least twenty of them, including five men that were naked.  These must have been the men that did things to Jenna, their cocks not as hard as Haley would have expected.  Many of the others were women, their husband’s arms around their shoulders.  All of the men were much older than Haley, mid-forties, some had to be in their fifties.  But not the wives, they were all in their twenties, trophy wives for rich, older men.  What would Michael do to me today?  Haley was led over to one of the beds, but that wasn’t what she saw first.  It was a rope strung across from the post on one bed to a bed post of another other bed.  It was about waist high, but what was most terrifying where the knots along it, each about a foot from the other.  Some were small and tight, but others were larger, knotted two, three, even four times until they bulged out far.  The rope looked rough, the curled fibers pushing out.  She could almost read Michael’s mind.  She only hoped that she was wrong.
      Michael turned Haley until she was facing the audience.  There was no darkness to shroud them any longer, for these girls would never go back to a normal life again.  “Take off your sweater, Haley.”  His voice was firm.  While she was getting good at obeying his perverse wishes, this was different, made to perform in front of a group of people that she could actually see their faces.  They were no longer the unseen people in the darkness.
      Her hands trembled at her sides, clenched into tiny fists.  Michael was going to make her strip naked in front of them.  Some of the wives were not much older than she was, the men as old as her father.
      “I won’t have to repeat myself, Haley.  Perhaps you would rather be bound tightly.”
      “No, Sir.”  Her hands went up, grabbing the bottom of the sweater and pulling it up over her bra.  She pulled it over her head, handing it to Michael.
      “Very nice, Haley.  You have nice tits.  Turn sideways so everyone may see.”  He watched as she turned sideways, her face flushed as she posed her body for them to see.  “Now to the back.  A nice ass also.”  Michael’s hands smoothed down her skin so everyone could see her tight buttocks.  He turned her forward again.  “Now the bra, Haley.  Slide the straps down your arms.”  She did as he ordered, shyly pulling her arms out of the straps without uncovering more than a bit of her bosom.  Now only the small clasp of the bra on her back contained her beauties.  “Bend forward, hands at your sides.”  He stopped her when her breasts came into view, the bra falling down to let a wide expanse of her bosom to be exposed.  “Head up, let us see them.”  He lifted her head up until she was facing the audience, her face a deep red now.
      She was ashamed at what she was doing, all of the people looking at her, the naked men’s cocks had grown more erect, one of them was even openly stroking it as he gazed at her half naked breasts.  But she knew it would only get worse, Michael’s voice booming loudly his next command.
      “Now the bra all the way, Haley.  I think we have teased them enough.”  He could see her trembling as she reached behind her, her breasts thrust out as if she were taunting the audience with them.  He saw the strap pull free, her breasts holding the cups over them for a fraction of a second before it fell to the floor.  Her hands went up to cover them in reflex.  “Remove your hands like a good slut.”  She did without questions, her arms hanging uselessly at her side.  Her breasts heaved up and down, her chest as red as her face in shame.  But her nipples were huge and hard.  “Put your hands behind your head, lacing your fingers together.  Very good, now bow your elbows out to the side.  That will make those firm lovely tits stand out nicely.”
      Shamefully she got into the obscene position, thrusting her bare breasts for all to see.  And she looked at her nipples, humiliated that they had grown hard, Haley not understanding her own body.
      “Turn sideways and arch your back.  Stick those lovely tits out.  Your nipples look as sharp as a knife.”  She turned, Michael sure that she did it so she wouldn’t have to face the people.  The audience admired her tits, but they wanted more and Michael was ready to give it to them.  He turned her until she was facing the front.
      “The skirt now.  While it is short and lovely, I want to see more.  Much more.”
      She stood naked to the waist, her chest rising and falling from her heavy breathing.  Her fingers fumbled with the button on the skirt, the zipper sliding down with an almost deafening noise, the room so quiet as the young girl slowly stripped naked for them.  She felt the skirt fall to her ankles, Haley kicking it to the side.  She kept her thighs shyly together.  Michael had given her a black thong to wear, a size too small, probably on purpose.  She could feel them drawn tightly over her mound.
      “Turn around, Haley.  Surprise them with that lovely ass.”
      She turned around, hearing the mumbled gasps as she revealed her naked cheeks.  She tightened her buttocks to hide her crack, but it was more of an erotic display.
      “Bend over,” Michael’s hands on her back, bending her over until her head was waist high, her lovely ass pushed back obscenely.  Michael’s hands casually ran over her ass cheeks, feeling her tightened muscles.  “Loosen your ass, Haley.  Let me have my way with you.”  She relinquished.  “Spread your legs.”  Michael’s hand pinched her low down on her buttocks, close to her thighs until she complied, spreading her legs.  Not very far, but submissively obeying his every command.
      She felt her pussy grow wet, worse when Michael’s finger drew down her crack and to her pussy, pushing the thin fabric into her slit.  He kept his finger on her pussy, rubbing it back and forth between her lips.  She thought she would cum if he didn’t stop.  The shame, the humiliation, his fingers.  All arousing her though they shouldn’t.  What was Michel turning me into?  Am I really his slut?
      Michael slapped her ass.  “You can stand up now.”  He turned her around.  “Now the panties, Haley.  I don’t think you need them any more.”  She looked at him, her eyes pleading but he dismissed her protest.  “Strip them off and then you can display yourself.”
      She felt her breasts swaying as she bent over to lower her panties, slowly pulling them down, the thin fabric pulling out from between her pussy lips where Michael had shoved them in.  She pushed them down her legs, kicking them off with her feet.  She stood back up, completely naked, her thighs pressed tightly together as if she could hide her treasures.
      “Very nice body, Haley.”  He could see her flushed skin, her heavy breathing as she tried to cope with stripping naked for a group of strangers.  This was just the beginning.  “Spread your legs again.  This time farther apart.”
      Like a puppet, she did as she was told, spreading her legs, wider this time.  She felt the wetness, shamed that she was growing aroused from exposing herself, but she couldn’t deny the unmistakable feelings between her legs.
      “Pull your lips apart.  Show me everything you have to offer.”
      She looked over at him.  She couldn’t do such a thing.  But Michael’s dark eyes ordered her to obey.  Or else.  Her fingers slid down over her stomach, teasing the hairs on her bush, sending erotic tremors down the follicles.  Her fingers found her lips slick with her juices, almost wishing she could masturbate, though not in front of the audience.  Even if it were just Michael watching her, but not an audience of strangers watching her face as she came uncontrollably.  She pulled her lips back until she felt the tugging.  She felt the rush of air blowing on her wet insides.  She couldn’t help looking down, her pink pussy lips exposed, her juices glistening in the lights.  Haley looked up, all of the faces in the audience trained between her legs, none even saw her looking.  Only Michel.
      “Are you wet, Haley?”  He knew she was, but wanted to humiliate her more.
      She should say no, but she wanted to please Michael too much.  And he seemed to know her better than she knew herself.  “Yes, Sir.”
      “Put two fingers in your pussy.  Show me how wet you are.”
      Her fingers released her pussy lips, her legs spreading wider.  She pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the tightness in spite of Michael already fucking her.  It felt good.  Too good.  She began to masturbate, almost forgetting where she was.  She looked up, pulling her fingers out.  She held them up for Michael to inspect.  They were soaked.
      “My, you certainly are wet.  Maybe you like showing your body too much.  Why don’t you turn around and bend over again?  Keep your legs open wide.  Let’s see that once-virgin asshole.”
      She did as he said, turning around, bending over as she spread her legs.  She never even thought of her anus being erotic, but after Michael sodomizing her she wasn’t surprised at anything.  Especially the feelings she felt when his cock entered her ass.  Then she heard his voice, her hands going back to spread apart her cheeks until she felt her anal ring begin to open, ashamed at how she must look from behind.
      “Look at that tight, little hole.  And after being fucked in the ass by me while she fucked her mother with a twin-headed dildo.  Both of them came like $20 whores.”  He let her keep that position for long minutes before he ordered her again.  “Your fingers are still wet.  Stick one up your ass.  All the way to your knuckles.”
      She was at least thankful that her finger was wet, pressing it against the opening.  It was still sore from Michael’s cock, too big for such a tiny hole, but he didn’t care, enjoying her tightness.  She pressed harder, feeling her anal ring slowly expanding as her finger pressed harder.  It felt strange as it slowly entered her, feeling her own finger pressing inside through her sphincter and into her rectum.  She felt her muscles trying to push her finger out, clenching on the tip of her finger.  No wonder Michael enjoyed her ass so much, her asshole hot and tight.  She twisted her finger as she pressed in deeper, feeling the humiliation of having to finger her own ass as the people watched her, sure all the men were wishing it was their fingers in her ass.  She pushed farther inside until her knuckles banged against her anus.  It felt strange inside her, but not as bad as Michael’s cock.  It wasn’t painful like that, his cock too big for her ass.
      “Haley has a hot, tight ass.  I can testify to that.  But one finger is so tiny, put in another one, Haley.”
      She pulled the one finger out slowly, surprised at the feelings that raced through her body.  She kept just the tip of one finger in her ass, pressing another finger along side the first.  She applied pressure, feeling her anal ring stretching wider, two fingers much more formidable.  She could only imagine how she must look, her anus spread wide, two fingers pushing inside her as she bent over submissively.  She moaned softly as her fingers pushed inside, fighting her muscles as she sought to obey Michael.  She pushed in until she felt the two fingers deep in her ass.  Her anal ring felt stretched too wide, her ass filled with her thick fingers.  How did I take his cock?
      “Such a delicious slut you are, Haley.  You can take your fingers out of your ass and turn around.”  He waited until she straightened up, facing the audience.  “Put your fingers in your mouth and clean them with your tongue.”  He saw the shocked look on her face.
      She almost gagged when her fingers were in front of her face.  She closed her eyes, putting the two fingers into her mouth.  She choked as her lips closed onto them, disgusted as her tongue began to lick them, the foul taste filling her mouth instantly.  For long minutes she bathed her fingers, finally pulling them out, swallowing the spit in her mouth.
      Michael handed Haley her panties.  “Put them back on.”
      She stepped into them, surprised that he gave them back to her.  She pulled them up.  When she looked at Michael again, he had rope in his hands.  What was he going to do with that?  Her own question sounded stupid as soon as it raced through her head.  He was going to tie her up.  Her mind began to race.  Her mother was tied up when Haley fucked her with the twin dildoes and she came.  Would I be like her, liking the bondage?  Michael spun her around, taking both of her wrists and bringing them up to the middle of her back, crossing her arms behind her.  She felt the rough rope on her skin, Michael tying the knots tight, Haley panicking as soon as she found her arms bound tight.  Now she couldn’t do anything to protect herself.  In spite of the fear, she also felt the wetness between her legs.  As soon as the ropes secured her, she grew aroused.  Michael wasn’t finished, Haley finding a rope wrapped around her body, twice above her breasts, twice below her breasts until they were trapped between the harsh ropes.  Another rope was tied between the two parallel sets of ropes, pulling them closer together.  She instantly felt the purpose as her beautiful breasts were compressed between the ropes until they were crushed into obscene shapes, flattened between the ropes.  Her nipples throbbed, the blood pushed to the tips until they felt like they were going to explode.
      Michael ran his hands over her tits, teasing the hardened nipples, the tips a blood red as the ropes crushed the youthful flesh of her breasts.  He pinched her nipples, feeling her body tense up as he squeezed tighter, her lips curled in pain.  She grunted, but she could do nothing to stop him, his grip on the twin peaks holding her in place.
      The pain laced through her breasts, his fingers feeling like pincers as they crushed her blood-filled nipples.  He released them, the blood rushing back into the tips just as painful.  She looked down, her breasts looked swollen, none more than her nipples.  In spite of the pain, she felt a pleasure from the pain, Haley confused at her own body.
      “I think you enjoyed that too much, Haley.  Maybe this will be to your liking.”  Michael had a shiny pair of nipple clamps in his hands, sure that Haley had never seen such a thing before.  “Stand still.”  He cupped one of her tits, Haley looking at him as he teased the nipple, the clamp opened in his other hand ready to trap the sensitive tip in its powerful jaws.
      It was as though Michael was doing it to someone else and Haley was only watching it.  They looked so cruel, unyielding metal clamps, jagged jaws that opened wide, a powerful spring ready to clamp down tight.  She shivered when Michael pushed her swollen nipple between the cold metal jaws as she braced herself for the unexpected.  “EEEEEEEWWWWWWW,” she screamed at the top of her lungs.  She was sure her nipple was bleeding, the jagged edges of the clamp digging into her flesh until it felt like her nipple was trapped in a vise.  She could feel the pounding of her nipple beneath the unyielding clamp.  She couldn’t catch her breath, seeing Michael with another clamp in his hand, his finger already teasing her other nipple to hardness, her body betraying herself.
      She tasted blood as she bit her lip in pain, the other clamp digging into her nipple with equal ferocity.  But she didn’t scream this time.  Her other nipple had gone from painful to a sharp throbbing and dull pain that filled her breast.  She looked down, her once beautiful firm breasts now crushed in ropes, compressed out of shape, her nipple yanked toward the ground by shiny metal clamps that crushed them cruelly.
      “Now for that pussy.  I think you are going to enjoy this more than you will admit.”  He helped her over to the rope, pushing down the rope so she could step over it.  He released the rope, the thick rope rising up between her thighs.
      She was right, Michael expecting her to straddle the rope.  She stepped over it, hard to balance with her arms tied behind her back.  That and the constant dull ache in her breasts.  She felt the rope rubbing the inside of her thighs, scratchy, almost like sandpaper.  She was at least grateful that she got her panties back.  The rope pulled up between her legs until it snuggled hard against her pussy, Haley holding still as she felt the pressure.
      Michael’s hands were between her legs, taking the rope and sawing it up and down until it slid between her pussy lips, pulling it up tight until he could plainly see it splitting apart her lips prominently through her panties.  “Now that is nice.”  He stepped back from her, making sure that the rope was pulled taut.  He wanted to make sure it dug in deep and constantly.
      She looked down, the rope cutting between her pussy lips, feeling the tremendous pressure of the thick rope on her sensitive flesh.  Less than a foot away on the rope was the first of many knots, this one not so formidable, not like the others.  Some were double knots, the harsh rope twisted in perverse shapes, others were three knots and even one with four knots, looking like a small fruit, but not smooth.
      “I want you to start walking, Haley.  But go slowly.  The rope is very rough, that is why I let you have your panties back.”
      It was almost like he was being nice, letting her have her panties, but then forcing her to ride the harsh rope, the knots sure to dig deep inside her lips.  And she was afraid for her clit, the rope moving higher the closer she got to the bed post, the knots the thickest.  She would have no choice but to let them ride over her clit.  Just the rope between her pussy lips was bad enough, she couldn’t even imagine what it was going to be like when the knots moved between them.
      “Awwww,” the first step strange as the rope moved through her pussy lips.  She even felt part of the rope in her crack.  It didn’t exactly hurt, her panties protecting her pussy from being rubbed raw.  She looked down, the rope pushing through a couple of inches, her body bouncing back and forth, still having trouble keeping her balance with her arms tied behind her.  The first knot was coming closer, the rope pushing back and forth between her lips as she walked cautiously.  She looked down, staring at the knot as it came closer and closer.  She stopped when she felt it, the knot feeling like a boulder as it pushed against her pussy lips, seeking entrance.
      “Don’t stop.”  Michael saw her hesitating.
      “Eewwwww,” she moaned softly as she tried to push forward, the knot stopping her as it fought to get between her lips.  She looked at it, her lips curling around it as she humped her hips forward, suddenly the knot popping her lips open.  “EEH!”  It surprised her, a large lump between her lips.  Her hips rocked back and forth, only aggravating it more as the knot moved back and forth, never pushing forward, but never pulling out either.
      Michael let her set her own pace.  She would soon learn what was required of her to move through the rope.  He was in no hurry and his guests were watching her with interest.
      She jerked her hips forward, the knot finally passing through but not before giving her a strange feeling as it ran across her perineum, Haley’s mind conjuring up what it would feel like it if ran across her anus.  The rope was dragging harshly through her pussy lips, the next knot approaching fast.  It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but Haley also didn’t find it unpleasant.  Her mind was confused, wanting to get off the rope, but also wanting to stay, curious to how the larger knots would feel.  She moved forward, her hips still jerking back and forth, almost as if she were fucking the rope.  The next knot was approaching fast, Haley almost anxious.  She felt it bump against her pussy, stopping for just a second.  She jerked her hips forward, feeling like a lump shoved between her lips, the knotted rope rough and uneven as it pushed suddenly through her lips with a start.  “AAHHH!”  She felt the knot between her lips, pressing hard against the opening of her pussy.  What would it feel like inside me?  Her hips moved back and forth, testing it, feeling her pussy opening up as the hard knot tried to force entrance.  She knew it was impossible for the knot to get inside her, but she did feel it stretch her opening.  Would it be the same on my anus?  She rocked back and forth on the knot, the ridged knot rubbing her insides harshly, but she didn’t want to stop.  She finally let the knot pass, gasping as it pulled out the other side.
      Michael could see it in her face.  She was already enjoying it, or at least experimenting with the feelings that were racing through her legs.  Let’s see how she feels when she has to accommodate the larger knots.  He looked between her legs, the rope curled between her lips so tightly.
      She didn’t move in a forward motion along the rope, her hips moving back and forth.  She saw the next knot, this one more formidable.  It had to be at least two knots, the rope gnarled around each other, strands of rough fabric from the rope sticking out.  And it was over an inch thick.  It would take quite a bit to pass through her legs.  She stopped when she got to it, feeling the pressure on her lips by the thick knot.  She rocked her hips back and forth until she felt the pressure increasing, feeling her pussy lips pulled back as the thick knot tried to force entrance to her smooth insides.  “EEEGGGG,” finally biting her lip as she felt the knot push apart her lips harshly, the thick knots spreading them wide.  She felt the pressure of the rope against her, pushing the knot hard against her tender insides.  She pushed a bit more, stopping when she felt it push against the opening of her pussy, the thick knot almost feeling like a tiny cock that was seeking entrance to her recently virgin hole.  She put her feet flat on the ground, driving the rope harder against her pussy, feeling her opening stretch to accommodate the thick knot.  It felt strange, not smooth like a cock, but rough tendrils of rope wrapped around each other, pushing hard to gain entrance to her pussy.  She felt her pussy getting wet as if she wanted it to enter her, making it slick for it to shove easily inside.  She looked, two more double knots in front of this one, then they grew thicker as the rope moved higher.  She began to move forward again, gasping each time as the thick knot rubbed harshly against the soft insides of her pussy lips.  The thin panties did little to protect her, the material growing wetter, the rope feeling like it was going through them.  She had to push hard to get the rope to pass through her legs, feeling her lips collapsing behind it as it finally pulled out.  She moaned softly, not in pain, but pleasure.
      She began to masturbate on the rope, Michael seeing it in her eyes and her cries, not of pain, but moans of pleasure.  The next two knots were small ones, but she took her time with each, letting them pass between her lips, rocking back and forth on them once they were trapped between her lips.  Her legs were clasped tighter together, trying to increase the pleasure.
      It was no longer pain, but pleasure, humiliated as she looked at the people in the audience watching her masturbate.  It was as though she couldn’t help it, Michael forcing her to do it, her arms bound behind her back, her nipples crushed beneath the unforgiving clamps that bit into them with a dull ache.  And the knots, the last ones smaller, Haley almost racing to get closer to the bigger ones.  The next one was the largest one she had to pass through her legs, this one knotted over and over, a bit of rope in a circle pushed out from one knot, making it longer and thicker than the others.  It was bigger than a baby’s fist.  And rough, the rope curled with lumps and bumps.  She welcomed it as it shoved against her tightly clenched pussy lips.  It felt like a boulder, battering at the gates of her sex.  She couldn’t contain her gasp of surprise as it shoved her pussy lips ruthlessly apart.  “AAAAHHHH,” feeling the thick knot spreading her lips so far apart that she thought they would tear.  It was huge inside her, her pussy lips curling around it almost affectionately.  She couldn’t wait, jerking forward as the knot passed over the opening to her pussy.  She stopped, standing still.  She lowered her body down slowly, feeling the giant knot press against the tiny opening of her pussy.  It almost felt like Michael’s cock the first time when he took her virginity.  She closed her eyes, her hips moving unashamedly.  She wanted so badly to have it inside her, wanting to feel it open her up.  She bent lower, her hips moving back and forth, her pussy stretching to accommodate the oversized knot.  She did this for several minutes, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, enjoying the feelings that rushed through her body.  It was as if the bondage let lose all her inhibitions, Haley allowed to feel and do the most perverse acts, not responsible for her own actions.  Michael was making her do it and she willingly submitted to his power over her.
      Michael wasn’t surprised as Haley got into the rope, her pussy grinding back and forth over it, even the larger knot doing little to deter her pleasure.  The large knot disappeared between her legs, finally popping out the other side with a gasp from Haley’s mouth.  She was almost racing up the rope to greet the next knot, the largest one only a few knots away.  Michael could see the wetness on the rope in spite of her panties.  The rope went higher as she neared the end, the rope almost pulled up in front and back.  By the time she got to the last knot, it would have to pass over her anus and her clit.  He would have to make sure she didn’t cum then, for he had more for her to feel before he would allow that.
      She took broad swaths with her hips as the smaller knots passed through her pussy lips, jerking back and forth almost too hard, feeling the heat as the harsh rope slid back and forth over her thin panties.  Her eyes were fixated on the last knot.  It was huge, a massive gnarled maze of rope.  Sharp edges, large lumps over three-inches thick.  The rope rose up higher to meet the bed post it was tied to, driving the rope up through her pussy lips.  “EEEEHHHH,” the first time the rope touching her clit sending shivers through her body.  And if that wasn’t enough, the rope pulled up along the crack in her ass, each time teasing closer until now when it finally pushed her panties deep against her anus.  Michael had shown her how sensitive her backside could be, the pressure of the rope on her anus like a finger trying to enter her.  She couldn’t help herself, rocking back and forth on the rope, her pleasure button getting the attention she craved so badly.  And the rubbing of her anus only added to the perverse thrills that raced through her body.  But she couldn’t stop herself, wanting to feel all of it.  She jerked her hips up, the knot sliding to rub over her clit.  She felt her pleasure button crushed beneath the large knot, feeling as if it were being rubbed raw with sandpaper.  Back and forth, jerking off on the rope she continued to receive the pleasure she sought so deeply.
      She pushed hard with her hips, driving her pussy forward, feeling the giant lump of knot push hard through her pussy lips.  “AGGGGHHH,” it hurt more than she expected it to, the mass of knots tearing her tender insides in spite of her panties.  It felt just like when Michael made her pull her pussy lips back, feeling the stretching as she was spread wider than she should be.  It was almost as if her lips weren’t even around it, more like just pushed out of the way.  Her hips began to move without her, feeling the knot sliding up and down her slit, each time moving higher.  It pressed against the tight opening of her pussy, Haley bowing out her legs and pressing down as she felt the thick tendrils of rope try to force their way inside her.  She humped up and down on the rope, the thick roping rubbing her sensuously in spite of the harshness of the rope.  She couldn’t believe what Michael had turned her into.  A shameless slut, masturbating while bound, rubbing her pussy up and down a rope as others watched her humiliatingly perverse act.  The knot finally popped out her pussy lips, but it rode up the crack of her ass, pushing apart her cheeks until it came to her anus.  She stopped, pushing back until she felt it threatening to breach her anus, her panties the only thing that stopped it.  She slumped down, the end of the rope.  But she was unfulfilled, still not having cum yet.  What would Michael do to me now?  Would he let me have the orgasm I craved so bad?
      “You have certainly become my slut.  One of Devlin’s Sluts,” Michael referring to his last name.
      “Not Devlin’s Sluts.  Devil’s Sluts.”  One of the people in the audience yelled out.
      “Nobody can be that evil without being the Devil,” another yelled, the audience laughing loudly.
      “Turning these girls into shameless sluts.  You should be proud of yourself.”
      He helped Haley off of the ropes.  And as he expected, it wasn’t relief, but frustration.  She hadn’t cum yet.  “Do not worry, Haley.  I’ll let you cum for us.  I want everyone to see you as the orgasm rips through your body.”  He reached down, pulling down her panties.  He picked them up, inspecting the front of them.  “Just as I thought.  Drenched.”  He moved her down the rope, into the center.  He helped her back up on the rope.  “Now careful, Haley.  The rope is very rough.  Don’t ruin that lovely pussy.”
      She felt the rope between her legs, rubbing hard against her thighs.  Michael pulled it up between her legs, Haley obediently spreading her legs as he inched it between her pussy lips.  Even the thin panties protected her greatly, the rope feeling like steel wool between her lips.  She pressed her thighs together and trapped the rope.  She looked in front of her, a double knot inches away.  She moved slowly, the rope rasping agonizingly along her slit, feeling like tiny needles digging into her flesh.  Michael stood in front of her, pulling up the rope until it was pushed all the way to the top of her slit, someone behind her doing the same, the rope slicing through her cheeks and rubbing her anus.
      “The knot, Haley.  Bring yourself off on the knot.”  Michael made the rope snap, seeing her body jerk as the rope slid painfully up her slit.
      It hurt and felt good.  The rope was rubbing over her clit, the back rope feeling like splinters on her anus.  She moved forward slowly and tentatively until she felt the knot at her pussy lips.  It looked huge compared to her naked pubes, nothing to protect her this time.  She closed her eyes and shoved her hips forward with a start, her lips shoved painfully aside as the gnarled rope raced through her tender inner lips, rasping and abrading her clit first and then sliding down to rub against her pussy opening.  The rope rubbed back and forth over her anus, sending tremors of excitement through her body.  Her hips moved without her, the pain, the pleasure, all mixing together as the orgasm crashed through her body.
      Michael watched her climax, the rope slick with her juices as her hips drove the knot back and forth through her slit and over her clit.  She was screaming, not in pain but pleasure, Michael yanking off the nipple clamps one at a time, a fresh scream tore from her lips as the blood rushed painfully back through her nipples.  Her hips never stopped fucking the rope.
      She screamed over and over, her nipples throbbing in pain as Michael released the nipple clamps, her hips just a blur as her inner pussy was rubbed raw.  But it was her clit that took the most punishment, rubbed raw by the thick knot, the pain only driving another shiver of pleasure through her body.  She finally slumped down, her pussy driven hard onto the rope until Michael helped her over the rope, the orgasm draining everything from her body.
      When Michael helped her off the rope, he couldn’t help but notice the rope was slick with her juices.  But it was also pink with her blood.  The pain of the rope had driven the orgasm from her body.

Epilogue
Paige and the Largest Cock
      
      
      He wanted Haley, but Michael refused to give up the submissive slut.  So Peter Lawson took the next best thing.  He looked at his bed, her lovely ass perched up so seductively, pillows underneath her, legs spread open and tied to the two corners of the bed, the ropes cutting into her ankles.  Her arms were spread out in front of her, her head turned sideways so she could see him as he took off his clothes.  He stroked his foot long cock, Paige’s eyes opening wider in astonishment as it grew bigger and thicker with each pass of his hand.  He had paid a stiff price for Paige, but she would have no choice, taking her in the ass whenever he desired.
      She was whisked out of Michael’s house under the cover of darkness, bound and gagged in the back seat of the large car to her new owner’s house.  Yes, owner, for Paige had almost resolved herself to being a sexual slave.  After what they had done to her, she had no choice.  He stripped her naked as soon as they arrived at his house.  She found herself growing wet as soon as he spread her legs and the ropes dug into her ankles, her crotch aching from the wide spread, but it was more of a good ache than a bad one.  She didn’t know why her body was reacting this way, but it made it easier to take what he was going to do to her.
      Naked, he climbed on the bed next to Paige.  He reached for her buttocks, his hands caressing them, enjoying the way she tightened her cheeks, in spite of being spread and bound.  As if she could stop him from sodomizing her.  He slapped one cheek, the white skin turning red instantly.  He went to work on her ass, spanking her, alternating cheeks until they were both a pretty pink.  She barely whimpered, a spanking mild compared to what they had done to her at Michael’s.  His hands went back to caressing her cheeks, feeling the heat on her skin.  He picked up the bottle of baby oil, the thick fluid slowly dripping down on her ass cheeks and running down her crack.
      She couldn’t do anything as he spanked her, her bound body spread tightly to the four corners of the bed.  He went from gentle caressing, spanking, back to a gentle caress, her body never sure what he would do next.  She felt the cold oil poured on her ass cheeks, then his fingers began to spread it over her ass cheeks, his fingers pushing the slick oil between her cheeks.  She almost welcomed his fingers, rubbing the oil over her anus, her body tense as she waited to be breached by his finger.  She didn’t have to wait long, the pressure of his finger on her anus growing stronger until she felt her anal ring give under the onslaught.  His finger was nothing compared to what it would feel like when he shoved his cock up her ass, the fingertip massaging her sphincter, loosening her up to something much bigger.  His finger pressed deeper, entering her rectum, pressing hard against the muscles that tried to push it out, losing the battle as one finger became two.  Her anal ring stretched tightly around the two fat fingers, the knuckles rubbing harshly on the ring.  In and out his fingers plunged, deep inside her, twisting and opening her up.
      He enjoyed the hot, tight hole on his finger, but it was his cock that wanted to feel the gentle contractions of her ass guts around his flesh.  One more finger, this time a grunt from Paige, Peter screwing them in deep before pulling them out, her anal ring stretched tight around them as they finally pulled free of the tight hole.  “Now give me a good ride, Paige.”
      She felt the heavy, naked body on her, feeling the giant cock placed between her oiled cheeks, Peter humping up and down, the head of his cock rubbing over her anus.  At least she was oiled for him, though not deep enough, his cock so much longer than his fingers.  She was at least grateful that he oiled his cock.  She felt him rise up slightly from her ass, knowing that he was getting ready to penetrate her.  She said softly to herself as if she still couldn’t believe it was happening to her.  Sodomize.  Ass fuck.  An act that was so perverse only days ago now was just another sexual act that she would endure.  Like the bondage and the whipping.  She felt the rubbery head of his cock battering at the entrance to her anus, the oiled head sliding around the tiny opening, his hips pressing harder.  She felt the gradual opening of her ring, straining wide to accommodate the thick head, surprised that it didn’t hurt, just a gradual ache.  He pushed hard, grunting loudly, her anal ring suddenly surrendering under the onslaught and allowing the cockhead to penetrate her tight hole, swallowing it almost lovingly.
      It felt like a hot, tight vacuum engulfing the head of his cock, sucking it in at the same time her muscles fought to push it out.  If felt like the head of his cock was trapped in a tight vise, Peter making it jerk and quiver in her tight hole.  But he grew impatient, pressing his weight down on her as he slowly pushed his cock into the hot, tight hole.  “Yyyeeesss,” he moaned in pleasure as her insides clenched on the shaft of his cock as he fed his cock into her guts.
      It felt huge inside her, stretching, Paige gulping as though she were swallowing it.  He continued to feed it inside her bowels, inch by inch, filling her with his hard, demanding flesh.  He would pull out, then back in, each time another inch of cock slipped up her ass.  Her stomach cramped when he hit a bend in her intestines, his rigid flesh forcing her to accept the deep, punishing strokes of his cock.  All she could do was lay there, her legs spread wide while Peter ass fucked her.  His humping became more urgent, deeper and harder strokes, Paige grunting with each powerful thrust, her insides churning as he beat her muscles into submission.
      Peter was enjoying her ass, taking long strokes, pushing his body down onto hers.  It was almost as good as Jenna.  Almost.  He felt the friction of her hot insides, the oil wearing thin from the constant fucking.  He wouldn’t last much longer, but she would have to take it all, all 13 inches before he emptied his cum inside her.  He pulled his cock out until only the head of his cock was nipped by her asshole, pinching it as though she didn’t want him to leave.  He gave a mighty shove, Paige’s head turned up in pain as he gave her the full measure of his cock in one thrust, burying all 13 inches of rock-hard cock in her guts.  He held it deep inside her, his cock jerking and twitching, Peter trying to hold off as long as he could.  His balls ached, finally giving into his basic instincts, his cum jetting out his thick, stringy cum into her asshole.
      It felt like a giant spear was shoved up her ass, so deep that her stomach turned over in cramps, blinding agony from being taken in such a harsh manner.  His hand had crept under her body, finding her pussy, his fingers teasing at her clit, driving her ass up higher to meet the powerful thrusts of his cock in spite of the pain.  In spite of being penetrated in such a perverse way.  In spite of it all she came, cumming with him as she felt the powerful jets of cum filling her bowels with his hot cum.  It was long minutes before they both finished, Peter still on top of her, his cock fighting her muscles that tried to push him out.  He finally got off of her, his cock popping free of her asshole.  He kneeled near her head, his hips pushing forward until she opened her mouth, accepting his soiled cock into her mouth, her tongue working to clean his cock.
      “You’re no longer the Devil’s Slut, you’re Peter’s Slut.”  He pushed his cock into her mouth, already feeling it come alive from her talented tongue.
     

Epilogue
Michael and His Family of the Devil’s Sluts
      
      
      He walked into the room, naked, ready to indulge his desires.  He looked over at the large bed, the three of them sitting up, propped against the headboard, the blankets tucked at their waists.  All were naked, six lovely tits staring back at him, all good enough to suck.  Beth was in the middle, the doting mother, Jenna on one side and his favorite Haley on the other.  They pulled back the blanket so Michael could get into bed, getting out of the way until he was surrounded by his three lovely sluts.  The blanket was at the foot of the bed, all of them naked for him.
      “Haley.  Suck Michael’s cock.  You know how much he likes that.”
      Haley didn’t delay, wanting to please him.  Her head went into his lap, her mouth opening wide.  She clamped her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue lapping at the head of it.  Her hands cupped his balls, Michael obliging by spreading his legs, her soft hands gently squeezing his balls.
      “Take him deeper, honey; Michael likes his cock deep in your mouth.  It’s okay if you choke a bit, men like that.  And it makes it easier for him to slip it down your throat.”  Beth instructed Haley on how to please Michael.  “If Michael will turn on his side, you can lick his asshole, Jenna.”  Beth watched as Michael did as she suggested, shoving his hips forward, deeper into Haley’s mouth when he felt Jenna tongue his asshole.
      He had two girls working him over, Haley sucking his cock energetically, but Jenna’s hot, wet tongue on his asshole sent his hips forward, burying more of his cock into Haley’s mouth until she choked, his hands reaching for her head and jamming his cock down her throat.  He loved the way she squirmed, finally settling down, resigned to having a thick cock plunged deep in her throat.
      “Make your tongue real stiff and push it in Michael’s ass.  Tickle his prostrate with it.  He’ll like that real good.”  Beth instructed Jenna.  Jenna also obeyed, even with such a despicable task.  She knew better, to please Michael or be punished.
      It felt like a tiny, wet cock up his ass, wiggling in and out, all the while Haley’s throat muscles rippled up and down his cock.  He looked down, Beth had somehow squeezed in between his legs and she was sucking one ball into her mouth, the large, hairy bag pushed out one cheek like a chipmunk with a nut.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of his new family.
      He couldn’t wait any longer.  “Who is going to fuck me?”
      Haley was on him before anyone else could even think about it.  She pushed him onto his back, her legs straddling him, rising up and poising her pussy over the top of him, her hand holding his rigid cock steady.  “MMMM,” enjoying the delicious feeling of his cock filling her up, remembering the first time when he busted her cherry.  She moved her hips from side to side until her pussy swallowed him whole.  She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles, clenching on the throbbing flesh that filled her so nicely.  “I love how you fill me, Michael,” Haley moaning in pleasure, her hips rising up, his cock drawing out, her muscles gripping it as it pulled out.  She nibbled the head of his cock with her pussy before pushing back down, her weight settling her pussy back down on his cock.
      Michael felt hands on his balls, not sure which one was doing it, not really caring one way or another.  Haley was fucking him with such expertise, her pussy gripping him as though she had been fucking for years, not days.  The hands on his balls milked the cum from the twin balls.  His hands went around Haley, drawing her body down until he felt her hard nipples pressed into his chest.  His hands went to her ass, running down to grip her cheeks, pulling her closer, his cock entering deeper, his finger pressing against her asshole.  He fingered her asshole swiftly, his finger moving deeper inside her, wiggling back and forth against the tight muscles, her pussy moving more energetically with a finger up her ass.
      She felt his hairs pricking her nipples as Michael bent her over him.  She knew he would take her ass with his cock or his finger, his finger first.  It was dry, but she took it without question, her hips turning from side to side as she pumped his cock.  She felt the twin spears inside her, his cock growing thicker.  She kissed him, surprised that he accepted it without question, his tongue French kissing her deep, his tongue feeling as long as his cock as it fucked her mouth.
      Beth squeezed his balls, while Jenna fingered his asshole, finally a finger pushing in and gently massaging his prostrate.  Jenna only hoped that he would fuck her tonight also, though she suspected that it would be her asshole that would take his cock.  But she had learned to like getting ass fucked, a strange masochistic pleasure racing through her body every time one of them stuck their cock up her ass.  It hurt and felt good at the same time, and the feeling of having a cock shooting off deep in your guts triggered her own orgasm.  It was just so perverse, much more when her mother and sister were watching her get ass fucked.
      Michael enjoyed his sluts, first cumming in Haley.  Jenna’s finger in his ass made him cum sooner than he wanted, but Beth eagerly brought him back to life with her mouth, though it was Michael on top of her, his hips pumping in and out of her mouth, Beth just a convenient hole for his cock.  As soon as he was hard, Jenna was waiting for him, conveniently on her hands and knees, her ass raised up like a bitch in heat.  He entered her asshole without any preliminaries, but Jenna took it without too much complaint.  He began to pump into her hot, clenching asshole, Beth behind him, her nose between his cheeks, her tongue so deep in his asshole that he thought she would get lost.  He held out longer, playing Jenna’s body like a fine violin, teasing her close to an orgasm without giving her the relief she sought until he was ready.  Only when he came did he give her the same relief, shooting off in her asshole as he continued to sodomize her.
      It took a while to get hard again, but Jenna fucking her mother with the same twin dildoes that Haley had used on her was enough, though he did take his time.  His cock replaced the slim shaft in Beth’s asshole, letting Jenna continue fucking her pussy.  They both took her for a long time, keeping her on the edge, not letting her cum, Beth fucking back in frustration.
      His last load of cum filled her asshole, the four of them finally falling off to sleep in exhaustion.  Haley was the first to awaken, her mouth around Michael’s already-hard cock by time he woke up.  Just in time for a morning fuck.  Haley was proud of being one of the Devil’s Sluts, her pussy wet in anticipation of feeling Michael’s cock inside her.
      
THE END