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I Sometimes Say the Dumbest Things!
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: mmmf/F, mmmm/F, f/F, NC, Best., Drug, Blackmail,
Exhib., WS, Rough

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I knew better before I even opened my mouth. I am not good with
kids. They make me uncomfortable and they seem to know it. But I
have a curse. I am one of those people that likes to help out
when I can. So when my boss was fuming and so terribly upset at
the office yesterday I asked what had upset him so. 

I knew that he was all set to leave on a ten day cruise with his
wife. It was going to be their second honeymoon. We had been
working furiously to get ahead at work so that he could take off
for twelve days and not have to worry about things at the office.


To be honest, I was looking forward to it as much as he was. It
was going to be like a holiday for me too. For the next two weeks
my only job was going to be answering the phone and taking
messages. Since everyone knew that he was going away there
shouldn't be much of that either. It isn't that I don't like my
boss. He is very nice to me and I like working for him very much.
I have always been intimidated by him though. So I may not be
getting spoiled on a luxury cruise ship, but I was going to enjoy
the quiet ten days around the office.

He and his wife were leaving in the company plane after work
tonight. They were going to fly down to Ft. Lauderdale and spend
the night in a hotel. Then they were to board the cruise ship on
Saturday morning.

It had been a hard week for both of us and we both needed the
rest that we were going to get in the next two weeks. I had been
in his office going over some last minute details when the phone
rang. I answered it. That's my job after all. It was his wife
calling. She was frantic. She sounded almost hysterical. I handed
him the phone and watched as his face turned dark, dark red and I
knew from his expression that he was furious. 

The thing about Mr. Clark, my boss, is that when he gets mad like
that he doesn't yell or stomp around. He gets quiet and he looks
like he is just about to explode. He listened to his wife for a
few minutes and he never said a word. He just set the receiver
down gently in the cradle and stared straight ahead. I was
terrified. I'm not sure why. I don't think that I was afraid that
he would harm me. I guess I had just never seen anyone that angry
before.

I finally asked timidly, "What's wrong Mr. Clark?"

I wasn't sure he had heard me at first. But after a long,
uncomfortable moment he said in a very quiet and controlled tone
of voice, "My mother-in-law crapped out on us."

His mother-in-law was to come and stay in their house and watch
their four kids while Mr. Clark and his wife were on the cruise.


I knew better, I swear I did. I just couldn't help myself. I was
kicking myself before I even spoke, but I meekly suggested,
"Would you like me to watch the kids while you're on vacation
sir?" I sometimes say the dumbest things!

He stared at me for a moment. I didn't have to be a mind reader
to know what he was thinking. "You couldn't handle my kids." It
was written all over his face, and I was reasonably certain that
he was right. But I had that damned birth defect I couldn't
overcome. I had to offer to help.

He had three teenage boys and a teenage girl. They ranged in age
from a thirteen year old boy, Kirk; the twins, Kyra and Kevin who
were fifteen; and Keary, the sixteen year old. Mr. Clark once
said that Keary was Celtic name which meant 'father's dark child'
and it had turned out to be far too accurate. 

The only one of his kids that I had ever met was the girl, Kyra.
She had been every bit as rude and obnoxious as you would expect
of a teenager these days. I had met her only briefly when her
mother had stopped by the office to see Mr. Clark one day and
while she was in his office Kyra had stayed outside in my office
with me. 

For the ten minutes or so that she was there it was like I
couldn't breathe. When Mrs. Clark came out of the office and they
left I actually sat back and gasped for air. 

After a long pause, during which I prayed fervently that Mr.
Clark would thank me for my kind offer and refuse it, he finally
said, "Gail, I have no choice. For the sake of my marriage and my
sanity I am going to have to accept your offer. I think that we
both know that I am throwing you into the lion's den. I can only
apologize in advance and promise to make this up to you."

I smiled at the way that he put it. We both knew that I was
getting in over my head here. But he was trapped by circumstances
and I was trapped by my big mouth. He said, "I'll call my wife
and tell her. You go home and pack up what you'll need and come
to my house as soon as you can. As I recall you once met Kyra.
We'll show you around and introduce you to the rest of the demon
horde. I know this isn't going to be the restful two weeks that
you were anticipating in my absence. I'm sorry."

It was still mid-afternoon on Friday, but I would need time to
pack so as Mr. Clark picked up the phone to call his wife I
straightened out my desk and turned off my computer and drove
home.

I had been living alone in a small apartment since my divorce
three years ago. My husband had fallen for his secretary and left
me after just one year of marriage. I had been devastated. I was
so mad at him and men in general that I had not been on a date
since he left me. 

It isn't that I don't get asked. I am twenty-four years old. I
have been told that I have a pretty face and a 'killer smile'. I
have long, dark red hair and a figure that I am quite proud of,
though to be honest I don't do much to keep it. My slender figure
is due more to my diet of soups and salads and the occasional sea
food dinner than an exercise regimen. I get some exercise from
time to time. I join a gym or take up jogging and I work out for
a while. But to be honest, exercise bores me to tears, so it is
never very long before I slip back into my old slothful ways.

In other words, I am sexy by an accident of nature, but I do turn
men's heads. I am asked out fairly often but I have no desire to
date. Not now anyway, probably not ever.

Since I am being honest I guess that I should probably also say
that one of the reasons that my husband left me is that I am not
very fond of sex. I have always found it demeaning and
embarrassing. When I overhear other women talking about a night
of great sex they have just enjoyed or how much they enjoy having
sex with this man or that man I don't get it. I suppose I envy
them. I know that there is a lot missing from my life. I have no
love or affection in my life, no intimacy. But the idea of what
constitutes a woman's role in a sexual relationship just about
makes me ill.

My ex, before he left me, tried to get me to talk to a
professional. He said that he loved me but that he couldn't live
the way that we were and he wanted me to get help. I suppose that
in the back of my mind I knew I had a problem. I just couldn't
acknowledge it. I thought, I still think, that the sex act was
designed for the pleasure of the male and is demeaning to women.
If the only way to avoid it is to live my life alone then so be
it.

I drove to my apartment and went straight to my tiny bedroom. I
pulled my suitcase out from under the bed and opened it. I packed
enough clothes for a week. Mr. Clark had told me to bring my
bathing suit. They had a pool and a hot tub in the back yard. I
packed my toiletry bag grabbed the book I was reading and wheeled
my suitcase out to car. 

I had never been to Mr. Clark's house. I knew where it was
though. He lived in the nicest area in town. His neighbors were
all doctors and lawyers and Indian chiefs. Well, maybe not Indian
chiefs, but prominent businessmen. The houses were all huge
estates with well manicured lawns and a lot of space between
them.

When I arrived Mr. Clark met me in the driveway. He had been
loading his luggage into the limo that was taking him to the
jetport. He helped me with my bag and I followed him inside. 

His wife was still upstairs but his four rowdy kids were at the
kitchen table eating pizza. They all looked up when we came in.
Mr. Clark introduced me to all of them and the expressions on
their faces were scary, especially the oldest, Keary. I was not
expecting this to be easy. But I had not expected the lustful
leer on the face of a sixteen year old boy when I was being
introduced. 

Kevin, the fifteen year old had a bit of that too, but he and his
twin sister and the youngest boy looked more mischievous than
lustful. Well, perhaps not so much mischievous as devilish. They
were a scary sight.

I was invited to join the kids. There was pizza a plenty. I had
to admit that it smelled good. I had not eaten pizza in a long
time. But those scary kids took away my appetite. I knew, looking
at them now, that I had made a huge mistake. I was way over my
head with these four. 

More than anything I wanted to tell Mr. Clark that I had made a
mistake. I turned to look at him though and I saw on his face
that he knew it too. He looked guilty, but desperate. 

I had worked for Mr. Clark for more than five years now. I went
to work for him almost as soon as I got out of high school. I
knew him pretty well. I also knew the witch that he had married.
She was probably the only person in the world that Mr. Clark was
afraid of. He was not going to disappoint her. They were going on
that cruise and if the house was nothing but rubble when they
returned then they would deal with it at that time. 

I smiled nervously and tried to assure Mr. Clark that it would be
alright once the kids and I got better acquainted. He rolled his
eyes, not believing me for a minute. He picked up my suitcase and
led me to the mother-in-law suite off of the kitchen. It was not
being used and would be my home for the next two weeks. 

It was very nice, nicer than my apartment! It had a large bedroom
and a very modern bathroom with a large walk-in shower. There was
a nice sized sitting room with a big screen television. 

Mr. Clark showed me around and was about to show me how to use
the television but I explained to him that I didn't watch
television. He raised his eyebrow and I explained that I loved to
read and I had brought my book with me.

He led me back out to the kitchen and showed me a list of
emergency numbers and special instructions. There were not a lot
of instructions for the kids. School had just gotten out for the
summer and they were pretty lax about things like bedtimes and
guests. The kids were obviously spoiled rotten and my job seemed
to be to make sure that no one starved to death or robbed a
bank.

He showed me the beautiful backyard with the huge pool and
finally Mrs. Clark came down and they were ready to leave. She
barely acknowledged my existence as she breezed through the house
on the way out to the limo. Their goodbye to the kids was just,
"We're leaving, see you in two weeks. Try to behave." Then they
were gone and I was alone with the four scariest kids in town.

I went to my rooms and started unpacking. I was startled by a
sound as I was opening my suitcase and I turned to see Keary
standing in the door to my bedroom. I straightened up and asked,
"Yes, what do you want Keary?"

He just smiled his evil little smile and said, "I just thought
that since we are going to be living together for two weeks we
should get acquainted." 

He sounded like a guy trying to pick a girl up in a bar!

I responded, "I'll be out as soon as I finish unpacking, Keary,
and please don't come into my room without knocking again. You
startled me."

He just smiled and acted as if I had never spoken. He came in and
said, "I think we're going to get along just fine. I know we are
going to enjoy having you."

He said that last with an obvious smirk. I wanted to slap him. I
wanted to scream at him to get the hell out of my room. I didn't
for two reasons. I had to try to get along with this kid for two
weeks. It would be easier if we could have an amicable
relationship. But that aside, this kid was taller than me and
outweighed me by at least fifty pounds! For some reasons when I
had been contemplating the idea of watching over four teenagers I
had been picturing children in my mind. These kids, even the
thirteen year old were young adults. 

Keary was large and strong and obviously had a dominant
personality, just like his father. He was very intimidating. 

He came in and sat on the bed and said, "You go ahead and unpack
Gail. While you are doing that we can talk and then we can go out
and swim for a while and you can get to know the other three."

I stood there staring at him. I didn't want to unpack in front of
him for some reason. I am not even sure why. It just seemed like
he was invading my privacy. But he was sounding so reasonable and
I felt helpless in the face of his intractability.

I began hanging up my clothes and he watched me as I took
everything out of my suitcase. As I unpacked he kept up a running
conversation pretty much on his own. There were numerous, thinly
veiled sexual innuendos and at times I felt very much like he was
the adult and I the child in this relationship.

At one point I came back out of the closet after hanging up a
couple of dresses and Keary was sitting there holding a pair of
my panties in one hand and one of my bras in the other. He
ignored me and looked at the tag on the bra, checking for my bra
size I assume.

I rushed over and snatched my underwear out of his hand and
ordered him to leave my clothes alone. He just smiled. I told him
to leave me alone so that I could unpack and he just sat there
smiling. There was more than a little bit of a challenge in his
voice when he said, "But Gail, I'm not through getting
acquainted."

I had a pretty good idea why Mr. Clark's mother-in-law had come
up with an excuse to get out of looking after these little
monsters. I was going to have to do something to establish order
around here or the next two weeks were going to be impossible.

Just then the situation got even more confusing. Kyra came in
with a glass of coke for me. She smiled politely and said, "Here
Ms. Cone. I thought you could use a drink."

Then she turned to Keary and said, "Come on Keary, stop being a
pain."

I was grateful for her support. I didn't really want the coke but
she was on my side and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I took
several sips of the coke and continued unpacking. I grabbed all
of my underwear and took it over to the dresser. I separated it
into drawers and when I turned back Keary was holding up my
bathing suit. 

I sometimes think that I am the only woman my age that wears a
one piece bathing suit. I am a very modest person. It really
bothers me sometimes that women who are modest are held up to
ridicule and those women that flaunt their bodies and their
sexuality are admired. But I have no intention of changing my
ways. I am embarrassed by the negative attention that I receive
for dressing modestly. But I could never be the kind of woman who
dresses to display her body in public.

In as stern a voice as I could summon up I said, "Keary! Put that
down. You have no right to go through my clothes like that!
Behave yourself."

He just stared at me for a moment and then he asked with a note
of incredulity in his voice, "You are shitting me, right?! You
don't really wear this thing do you?! Jesus Gail, you are one hot
chick! You should be wearing a hot bikini."

I stormed over to him and attempted to grab my suit from his
hands and said, "I am not a chick! And I will thank you to watch
your language around me. I do not tolerate vulgar language. I
doubt very much if your father would permit you to use that kind
of language and I won't either."

Keary had held onto my suit but Kyra pulled it out of his hands
and handed it to me. She pulled Keary to his feet and pulled him
from the room. He allowed himself to be escorted out,
reluctantly. At the door Kyra whispered something to him and he
finally left.

Kyra came back in and apologized for her brother's behavior. She
acted as if it was pretty normal, which did not inspire me with
confidence.

She handed me my coke and said, "Here, have a drink and try to
calm down." Then she raised her glass as if in a toast and I
drank a little more of it. 

Kyra waited until I was about to put it down and she said, "Why
don't you finish it off and I'll get you another one. I'm glad
you're here. It's nice having another woman in the house. My mom
goes out and leaves us alone a lot. A lot of times I'm home alone
with three rotten boys. You and I need to stick together."

I was beginning to think she was right. I swallowed the last of
my coke and she took the glass from me and went back out to the
kitchen. She returned just as I was closing up my suitcase and
sliding it under the bed. She handed me a fresh coke and we sat
and sipped our drinks and engaged in a little idle gossip for a
while. 

Before very long I started feeling a little light headed. I felt
as though I had been drinking alcohol. I sniffed the drink but I
couldn't detect any alcohol. Kyra kept urging me to finish my
drink. I didn't really want any more but for some reason, every
time she told me to take a drink, I drank.

Things get pretty hazy after that. Kyra took my empty glass away
and I remember her asking me how I felt. I don't remember if I
answered. I remember Keary coming back in and Kevin and Kirk
entered the room behind him.

I remember being uncomfortable about all those boys being in my
room. I think I remember Keary sitting down on my bed beside me.
After that I don't remember a thing.

 The next thing that I knew it was morning. I knew as soon as I
awoke that something terrible had happened. I was naked for one
thing. I never sleep in the nude. But I didn't even notice that
at first. There was a horrible taste in my mouth and my throat
was so sore I could hardly swallow. When I tried to move, my
vagina and my anus felt like they were full of broken glass. I
opened my eyes finally. My head hurt so bad that even that was
difficult. I looked down and saw that my body was covered in
filth. There was something white which had dried on my skin and
flaking off everywhere. I ran my fingers over it and shivered in
disgust. I knew what it must be. It was obvious that I had been
raped. 

Judging from the condition of my body I must have been raped
repeatedly in my sleep last night. I suddenly remembered that I
had not gone to bed last night. The last thing I could remember
was Kyra giving me a coke. I had been drugged! 

I struggled to my feet and with difficulty I rushed to the door
to lock it. The door knob had been removed! I couldn't even lock
my door. I rushed to the bathroom and the knob was missing from
that door too. The first thing I did was to drop to my knees at
the toilet and throw up violently. It was mostly the dry heaves.
I hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. But I was sick at
the realization of what those boys had done to me last night.

When I had my stomach under control I took a quick, very hot
shower. I was anxious to dress and leave before they could come
back in and see me like this. But it was too late to worry about
modesty at this point and I had to clean that disgusting filth
from my body.

It was crusted everywhere. My face, my breasts, my stomach, but
especially my thighs were covered in it. My hair was even stiff
with it! I scrubbed my body and shampooed my hair and dried off
quickly. I brushed my teeth for a very long time. Finally, except
for the pain the traces of what they had done to me were gone and
I hurried back out to my bedroom. 

Kyra was sitting on my bed smirking at me and I screamed at her.
"You little bitch! You wait until your father finds about what
you did last night. I should have called the police as soon as I
woke up and I would have if I wasn't so fond of you father. Now
you get out of my room right this minute!"

She just sat there grinning at me infuriatingly. I spun around to
go to my closet and get something to wear. I didn't even notice
the padlock until I tried to wrench the door open. I screamed in
frustration and fury and turned back to Kyra, demanding the key
to the lock.

She just smiled and said, "You might as well just settle your
skanky ass down, you stupid cunt."

I screamed again and went to my dresser. I needed something,
anything to cover my nudity. It was empty! All of my clothes were
gone! I couldn't even put my underwear on!

I wheeled back around and demanded that she get me the key to my
closet and return my underwear.

She just grinned and said, "You're going to have to talk to Keary
about that. Somehow I don't see that happening anytime soon. The
guys are waiting for you in the living room. They have something
to show you."

I was on the verge of tears now. I asked her for something to
wear. I certainly couldn't go anywhere like this!

She just shrugged and said, "It isn't up to me. But I recommend
you hurry your ass out there. The longer you keep Keary waiting
the worse it's going to be."

I decided that this had to end. I went to the nightstand,
intending to call the police. The phone was gone! I glanced over
at the dresser. My purse containing my cell phone was gone. I was
trapped.

I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body as
best I could. I stormed out of the room and into the kitchen.
That phone was gone too. I didn't want to do it, but I was left
with no choice but to confront Keary.

I went into the living room and all three boys were there. Kyra
was following along behind me. Keary smiled as if nothing had
happened and said, "Damn! I thought you were going to sleep all
fucking day!"

I cringed at his language, but I let it pass. I just wanted my
clothes and my purse. I wanted out of here, immediately! With as
much dignity as I could muster under the circumstances I demanded
that he return my belongings. I told him that if he did not
return my purse and give me the key to my closet I would be
forced to call the police.

He just smiled an understanding smile and in a calm, reasonable
voice, sounding much like he was talking to a child, he said,
"You should sit down first. We have something to show you and
then we are going to need to talk."

I screamed at him, "NO! GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!"

He was unmoved. He just grinned that infuriating grin and said
quietly, "Sit down Gail. Sit down right here beside me. Don't
make me get up. You'll be sorry if I have to get up."

I screamed again, wordlessly, in fury and frustration. I stood in
front of him and demanded, "What do you want to show me Keary?!
Let's get this over with and then I am getting out of here. I
don't give a damn what happens to you monsters in the next two
weeks!"

Keary got to his feet and grabbed a handful of my hair. He put
his face right up in mine and growled, "God damn it bitch! I'm
trying to be nice here. You had best learn that you aren't in
charge here. I am! When I tell you to do something you do it. Now
you sit down over here beside me on the couch and you shut up and
you stare at the television. After you watch the little show we
have for you, then we can talk."

He guided me to the couch and there was nothing I could do about
it. My hands were still holding the sheet around my body and I
didn't dare let it go. As soon as I was roughly pushed down on
the center cushion he sat down beside me and put his arm around
my shoulder. I tried to pull away but he held me close and
finally I gave up my futile struggle and stared at the
television.

When I had at last given up and sat quietly on the couch as Keary
demanded, everyone turned their attention to the television. Kyra
picked up the remote and started the DVD player.

The television came to life and I screamed as I saw a clear,
digital picture of me and Kyra on my bed making out like a couple
of horny teenagers! I sat there shaking my head as I stared at
the screen. I had apparently been an active participant! I was
returning those passionate kisses and as her hand moved over my
body I had seemed to really enjoy it.

I screamed, "STOP IT! TURN THAT OFF!" 

I tried to struggle to my feet but Keary held me in the seat and
in a firm voice he said, "Sit still and enjoy the show, you
stupid cunt! We are."

I stopped struggling and stared at the screen as Kyra began to
undress me. I tried to cover my face with my hands. I didn't want
to see this. Keary wouldn't permit it though. He reached over and
pulled my hands down and ordered me to keep them at my side and
to keep watching, the show was just getting started.

Kyra had gotten my blouse off and I didn't resist as she reached
down with one hand and released the front closure on my bra. My
bra sprang open, baring my breasts and I groaned in embarrassment
as the four kids stared at my naked breasts. I realized now that
they had all seen them last night, seen them and more. But I had
been drugged then. I was aware now and I had never felt as
humiliated in my life as I did at this very moment.

I groaned and shook my head, but I sat there helplessly as Kyra's
hand began to tease my breast on the screen.

Keary spoke softly in my ear as we watched Kyra in effect raping
me on television. He leaned closer and said, "I do love those
tits Gail. So firm and perky, it's hard to believe they are only
a B cup. I guess they look bigger because you are so slender. I
love those nipples too. I love the way they got hard when I
pinched them or sucked on them."

I felt his hand slide down off my shoulder and come to rest on my
breast and I tried to shrug it off. He ignored my feeble efforts
and cupped my breast in his hand.

I whispered, "Please Keary, please don't do that. Don't touch me
there. It isn't right."

He chuckled and said, "You didn't say that last night sweetheart.
You really seemed to enjoy it last night."

"YOU DRUGGED ME!" I exclaimed. "I don't remember anything that
happened last night. You're a rapist!"

He sounded so reasonable and calm when he said, "Don't be silly
Gail. Look at you. You are enjoying that. You aren't being
raped."

I had been distracted by Keary's hand on my breast. Now I looked
back at the screen and saw that Kyra was working my shorts off,
exposing my plain, white nylon panties.

Keary chuckled and said, "Look at those fucking granny panties!
I'm doing you a favor taking your clothes away Gail. A girl as
pretty as you should dress in much nicer clothes. But don't
worry. We are going to take care of that this weekend. You are
going to be so fucking hot!"

Kyra had my shorts down and I had apparently kicked them off
without any prompting from her. I was left in only my panties and
the camera suddenly zoomed in on my vulva and the wet spot in my
panties. 

How could I possibly have been wet?! I am not that way! I don't
get off on sex with girls! I think it's disgusting! It was
obvious though that last night, kissing Kyra and submitting to
her hands caressing my body I had enjoyed it.

My face was burning as I watched her hand slip down inside of my
underwear and tease my vulva. The camera zoomed in again and it
was obvious that her finger was teasing my slit. How could she do
that to me?! How could she do that to anyone?!

I tried again to cover my face as she began to pull down my
underwear. I don't understand why I looked so alert, so aware on
their DVD but I couldn't remember any of this. I was smiling and
I even lifted my butt up so that she could pull my panties down.

Keary squeezed my breast to get my attention and shook his head.
I dropped my hands to my sides again and sat there crying quietly
as on the screen I kicked my panties off. 

There was a huge close-up of my vulva and the moisture glistening
on my labia. Then the camera pulled back and there was another
shot of she and I kissing. Then she laughed and said something I
couldn't make out and got out of my bed.

As soon as Kyra, who was still fully dressed, walked off camera
Keary stepped into the picture. He was naked! He went over and
got in bed with me I didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, I
looked like I was glad to see him.

We started kissing and his hands began to explore my body. The
look of enjoyment on my face was obvious. No one could look at
this movie and tell that I had been drugged. Nor could they look
at it and guess that I had been anything but a more than willing
participant. I was smiling and returning his kisses and after a
moment he placed my hand on his hard penis. I had wrapped my
fingers around it and held it happily.

As we watched, Keary reached over and began to loosen the sheet
from around my naked body. I shook my head and whispered, "No!
Please don't. Oh god, please don't! I can't be naked here with
all of you like this. I just can't."

He just smiled and said, "Don't be silly Gail. Of course you can.
You were naked with us for hours last night. You really seemed to
enjoy it. Do you know what I think Gail? I think your
subconscious mind is just fine. It's your conscious mind that is
all fucked up. You just need to learn how to relax and enjoy
life."

That sounded almost like something my ex-husband would have said.
I didn't believe my ex-husband and I didn't believe Keary.

I stopped struggling and allowed Keary to pull the sheet that was
my only covering free. He carefully pulled it away from my body
and allowed it to fall to my sides, exposing my naked body to the
four teenagers in the room.

I was mortified. I had to look at the television now. I could not
look anyone else in the room in the eye. I had started crying
softly again but I wasn't fighting. I'm not sure why. I would not
have allowed my husband to undress me in the living room if it
had just been the two of us!

Keary's hand returned to my breast and I watched the television,
trying desperately to think of some way out of this horrible
situation. On screen I could see Keary and I kissing and his hand
exploring my body. I don't know much about those drugs that they
give girls when they want to rape them these days. From what I
had heard I had thought that they made the girl unconscious. That
was obviously not what had happened to me. I could see myself
reacting to the kissing and the touching and it looked like I
loved it.

When Keary's hand moved down to my sex on the television I had
spread my legs to give him total freedom to explore. I saw myself
gasp and then giggle like a silly schoolgirl on the television. 

My hand was still holding his hard penis and I was moving it now
with no urging from him. Meanwhile, here on the couch watching,
Keary had dropped his other hand to my upper thigh and was slowly
inching it closer to where my tightly closed thighs came
together. I heard a noise and looked around to see that Kyra was
filming me again. The camera was catching Keary's left hand on my
breast and his right hand, now only a fraction of an inch from my
moist slit.

I jumped when his finger touched me in that most intimate part of
my body. But still I didn't struggle. Well, I did struggle. I
struggled not to gasp in pleasure at the first touch of a male
hand on my vulva since my divorce. Or at least the first touch
while I was conscious and not under the influence of some drug
that had been slipped into my drink.

Keary whispered into my ear, "Look at the TV. See where your hand
is cunt? That felt pretty damned good. I want you to put your
hand around my cock now, just like you did last night."

I don't know why I obeyed. I hated this. I hated everything they
were doing to me and everything they were making me do. It was
all so demeaning. It was rape! But I did what he asked. I reached
over and wrapped my fingers around his hard penis. I almost
pulled my hand away when I felt the disgusting moisture that was
oozing out of him and now coated his sex organ. I shuddered in
revulsion, but I left my hand where it was.

Keary said, "Watch this Gail, here comes one of the good parts."

I forced myself to watch. On the television screen Keary was up
on his knees now and moving towards my face with his large, hard
penis bobbing wildly as he moved. I nearly got sick as I watched
him come to a stop by my face. I saw that the smile wasn't on my
face at that moment. I looked confused.

Keary quickly cleared up my confusion. I heard him say, "Open
wide you sweet cunt. Let's see if you're any good at sucking
cock."

My stomach churned as I watched. In response to his command I had
opened my mouth and allowed him to pull my face down over his
throbbing sex organ. 

I had, on a couple of occasions, kissed my ex-husband's penis
after he had begged me to perform oral sex on him. I normally
refused to perform such a perverted act, but on two occasions I
had given in. I want to hasten to point out that although he
frequently requested that I perform oral sex on him, he never
once offered to perform that service for me. I would have refused
to allow it of course. But he never once offered.

I had kissed his penis a couple of times, but I had never once
taken it into my mouth. Yet there I was on the screen, sliding my
lips down over Keary's penis. The camera zoomed in for a
close-up. We couldn't see his face, but we could hear him moaning
in pleasure as half of his sex organ sank into my mouth.

He held onto my head once he had reached that point where I had
started gagging. Then he began to saw in and out of my mouth for
just a very short time before I saw him tense up and it was
obvious that he was cumming in my mouth. I may have been drugged,
but I was still unable to cope with that. I had gagged and choked
and tried to pull away as he ejaculated into my mouth. 

I could see his ejaculate oozing out of my mouth around the shaft
of his penis and finally he pulled it out of my mouth and patted
me on the head. In the voice you might expect to hear from an
understanding parent he said, "Don't worry Gail. You just need
more practice. You'll get better. Now scoop that up and put it
back in your mouth and swallow it sweetheart. You can't let that
stuff go to waste."

And I did! I watched in total disbelief as I smiled at Keary and
then carefully scooped up all of his spend that had escaped from
my mouth and transferred it back onto my tongue whereupon I
promptly swallowed it all.

Meanwhile, here on the couch, Keary reached down and lifted my
leg and placed it over his own, spreading my legs apart and
exposing my sex. His hand returned to my sex and he began to work
two fingers inside of my vagina. I was not wet at all and it was
very uncomfortable.

Kyra came in for a couple of close-ups and then moved back when
Kevin moved over and sat on the other side of me on the couch.
Soon they both had their hands on me and at times they both had
their fingers inside of me at the same time. 

My vagina had begun to lubricate, despite the fact that I was not
aroused in the least. So their groping was becoming less
uncomfortable, at least physically. My mind was screaming at me
to run from this house as fast as my legs could carry me. But I
knew that I couldn't. I was a prisoner now. I was a prisoner of
three strong boys and a girl with a video camera. I knew that
their plan to ensnare me and turn me into their toy for the next
two weeks had worked perfectly. I could never allow anyone to see
the DVD that was playing now. And it had just started. God knows
what else was on it.

I shook myself from my reverie and returned my attention to the
screen. Keary had gotten out of my bed and as soon as he moved
out of the way Kevin had climbed into bed with me. He had pushed
my legs apart and now I watched as for the first time in my life
someone touched their lips and tongue to my sex. 

I may have been only semi-conscious last night. But I had
certainly reacted to Kevin's tongue on my labia. My butt had come
right up off of the bed and I had held onto his head with both
hands and cried out with pleasure. Watching my extreme reaction
left me wondering fleetingly what it might be like. But it was a
nasty thing to do and I would never have permitted myself to be
demeaned in that manner if I had not been drugged out of my
mind.

I watched in surprise. It humiliated me all the more when I had
an orgasm as Kevin teased me with his tongue. I was embarrassed
because that was the first time I had ever had an orgasm with
another person, even while I was married. I had, on rare
occasions, sought relief from the shower massager, a trick I
learned about from a magazine. It had been quite pleasant. I
didn't do that often though because every time I did it my
conscience bothered me for a week afterwards. But sometimes you
just have to do something to relieve the stress.

After my orgasm Kevin had moved up over me and I watched now as
he began to slide his organ over the sopping wet entrance to my
vagina. I had reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and
pulled him down on top of me and cried out for him to put it in.
And he had! 

Even though he was only fifteen, Kevin's sex organ was larger
than my ex-husband's. As he entered me I had cried out in
pleasure. I will never understand how I could have been so
responsive yet have not a single recollection of the events of
last night. It was obvious though that I was not unconscious and
that I was enjoying myself immensely. To be perfectly candid,
looking at my face on the television now, I can't help thinking
that I had never enjoyed sex so much as I had when Kevin raped me
last night, first with his tongue and then with his penis. It was
apparent as we watched that I had several more orgasms before
Kevin reached orgasm and flooded my vagina with his seed.

As we sat there on the couch watching on the television as Kevin
get out of my bed, he reached over and placed my hand on his
penis. Now I had a penis in each hand. Kevin sighed and said,
"Just hold it. Don't move your hand or I'm gonna cum. Watching
this is turning me the fuck on!"

The screen went blank for a second and then I saw Kyra come back
into the picture. She had changed clothes. She had taken her
shorts off and was wearing a skirt now. She got into the bed with
me and moved up to sit back against the headboard. She spoke to
me softly and I had giggled again and then got up on my hands and
knees. 

The camera was filming from the rear and it was a truly obscene
view of my buttocks and my swollen vulva. I could see a thin
trail of the slime that Kevin had shot into my vagina. It was
clinging to my labia and some of it had begun to slide down one
thigh.

I watched in disgust as I inched up and began to insert my head
up under Kyra's skirt. She held it down carefully to avoid giving
her brother's an eyeful. I watched with dismay as it became
obvious what I was doing under the girl's skirt. It was obvious
by my actions and by the look on Kyra's face. I was performing
oral sex on her!

As we all watched the action on the screen there were numerous
comments from the boys about how she was cheating by wearing
clothes when everyone else was naked. She ignored them until
Keary said, "Hell sis, we've all seen you naked anyway."

They stopped watching the action on the screen as she argued with
them about whether or not they had seen her naked as they
claimed. The argument came to a sudden end when Kevin said, "If
we hadn't seen you naked then we wouldn't know that you trim your
pussy hair into a thin line and that there is a mole that's a
little smaller than a dime on your right butt cheek."

She looked at him for a minute and then finally she found her
voice. "How in the hell do you know that?!"

Keary smiled and said, "We told you sis. We see you naked all the
time. We've been spying on you for over a year now."

"How?!" she asked. She obviously believed them now, but she was
very upset at the invasion of her privacy and she couldn't
imagine how they had managed it.

Keary just chuckled and said, "Hell, we'd be pretty dumb to tell
you how we do it wouldn't we?"

She stared at Keary for a few minutes. She was seething. But we
were all brought back to the action on the screen as it showed
her enjoying a very loud orgasm last night. As she thrashed about
her skirt rode up, almost exposing the point where my mouth was
still pleasuring her body. 

She noticed it though and she tugged her skirt down. She didn't
seem to be bothered by all three of her brothers watching her
have an orgasm. She only seemed to be bothered by the thought
that they had spied on her and seen her naked. I didn't think
that there was that much distinction. But of course, I was
sitting here naked and being molested by two teenage boys while a
teenage girl recorded it for their future amusement and, I
suppose, in case they needed any more blackmail material. 

Kyra was swearing quietly under her breath as she continued
filming. On the screen I saw her push me away and carefully stand
up. As soon as she was out of bed Kirk climbed up behind me. I
had already gotten back up on my hands and knees to make room for
Kyra to get out of bed. Kirk ordered me to stay just the way I
was and he moved up and entered me from the rear as if I were an
animal. 

I must have enjoyed it. There was a look of extreme pleasure on
my face. I don't know what size Kirk's penis is. I didn't get a
chance to see it. Whoever had been filming had been behind us. It
was apparently long enough and thick enough to satisfy me though.
After a couple of minutes I had put my head down on my arms and
Kirk had begun to stroke in and out of me so fast it was almost a
blur on the television. I was grunting loudly with every stroke
but he hadn't lasted quite long enough for me to reach orgasm. 

I had looked pretty disappointed as he pulled his softening penis
out of me last night. Now, as I sat here watching I had gotten so
wrapped up in what was happening that for just a second I had
thought how unfair that was. When I realized what I was thinking
I quickly came to my senses and reminded myself that I was
watching a recording of a gang rape starring me.

After Kirk finished with me and stood up, the sex started getting
more disturbing. Keary got back on the bed and I was forced to
watch now as he forced his penis into my anus for the first time.
It was obvious from the look on my face and my cries of pain that
I had not enjoyed it. Keary had though. Even though he had just
ejaculated in my mouth not long ago he gripped my buttocks and
exclaimed, "Damn! That is one tight ass bitch! You guys are going
to love this!" 

I watched in disgust as he sped up and then reached orgasm,
shooting his slimy ejaculate into my anus.

When Keary finally caught his breath and pulled out of me I saw
that I had been crying. I was still crying when Kevin got back on
the bed and forced his sex organ into my mouth. The camera came
in close and I was able to see that his penis was still coated
with dried semen from when he had had intercourse with me
earlier. I offered no resistance though. Not until he began
trying to force his penis into my throat for the first time.

That was when I started to struggle. I put my arms up and tried
to push Kevin away as he was holding my head and trying to force
his penis into my throat. I was crying out in pain but my cries
were muffled by his organ in my mouth.

I heard Keary say something and Kirk got up on the bed behind me
and grabbed my arms. He rested his hard penis in the crevice
between my buttocks and held my arms, leaving me helpless to
defend myself. 

Keary came closer and he began telling me how to take a man into
my throat and at first it didn't even look like I knew that he
was there. He reached under me and pinched one of my nipples and
when he had my attention he repeated his instructions and soon
Kevin's penis was entering my throat on every stroke. When I had
gotten used to it, Kirk let my arms go and he began to force his
penis into my recently abused anus. I had reached back and
attempted to push him away but he just ignored me.

The sex on the television was getting to Kevin. He really enjoyed
watching as he had been the first to insert a penis into my
throat. He pulled his hands away from my breast and my vagina and
said, "Keary, I can't take it anymore. I need to fuck her and I
don't mean later! Hell, if I had known how much fun it was to
rape a chick I'd have started a long time ago."

Keary laughed and said, "Yeah, I was just thinking the same
thing. In about another minute I was about to shoot all over her
hand."

He took his fingers out of me and lifted my hand off of his
penis. He told Kevin to pull a large leather hassock over a
little closer and they pulled me off of the couch and bent me
over the hassock on my back. 

I started crying. I didn't bother to beg them not to do it. They
had gone to a lot of trouble to get me into a position that I
would have no choice but to submit to them. But I dreaded this so
much. As I would soon discover, I didn't know the half of it.
This was going to be much worse than a simple rape.

Keary moved to one end of the hassock. He lifted my legs up and
spread them wide apart. He moved closer and began to rub the head
of his penis over my slit. At the same time Kevin moved around
and knelt at my head. I had my eyes closed but I heard him moving
around. I ignored him. I thought the danger was coming from
Keary. 

A feeling of total helplessness washed over me when Keary wedged
the head of his penis inside me and started slowly inserting it
all of the way inside me. My legs were over his shoulders and he
had reached up and was holding my wrists as he began to rape me.


I didn't think it was necessary. I was submitting to every nasty
thing they did to me now. I had not anticipated what Kevin was
about to do. I suddenly opened my eyes when I felt something on
my face. I saw that it was Kevin, moving the drooling head of his
penis around my face. He was leaving a trail of nasty lubricant
everywhere he touched me. 

I closed my eyes again as soon as I realized what was happening
and I cried just a little harder at this new indignity. But that
was just foreplay. Soon his penis was lodged against my lips and
he ordered me to open my mouth.

I sobbed loudly but I obeyed. I knew that I couldn't fight them.
I might have resisted though, if I had known what was coming.
Kevin began sliding his organ deeper and deeper with every
stroke. When he reached the back of my throat I started gagging
and that was when I started to struggle. 

He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me viciously. I screamed
and tried to get away but he grabbed a handful of my hair and
held me still. He leaned closer and said, "You stupid cunt. You
did it last night. You just have to relax and swallow and it'll
go right down. Now behave yourself."

I thought back to when I woke up this morning and how sore my
throat had been. Even though I had just watched it happen on the
television I was still horrified by the realization that he was
telling the truth, that I had taken their sex organs into my
throat last night. 

He placed his penis back at my lips and I reluctantly opened my
mouth. He started slowly pushing it inside of me and as he did he
ordered me to swallow. I couldn't, not with that fat penis in my
mouth. But the attempt seemed to suppress my gag reflex and after
several painful attempts I felt his organ slide right down my
throat.

He left it there for a brief moment, though it didn't seem brief
at the time. I started to struggle. I thought I was going to
suffocate but he reached in between my legs that Keary was
pressing down against my chest and he grabbed one of my breasts.
He squeezed and twisted brutally. 

I screamed in pain and he said, "Jesus you're a dumb cunt. You
can breathe just fine stupid. You did it over and over last
night. Just relax and get used to it. You are going to be doing a
lot of this from now on, so you might as well learn to do it
right."

Kevin began to use my mouth and throat as if they were a vagina.
With each stroke his testicles slapped my face and covered my
eyes. It was very painful at first but then I suppose I started
getting numb. As the pain in my throat diminished I started
becoming more aware of the violent attack that I was receiving
from Keary. He was pounding into me so hard that it sounded like
I was being slapped as his pelvis slammed into me. It was painful
to the point that it hurt more than the rape of my throat.

They were both pretty excited. Between the idea of raping me and
all of the foreplay as they had tormented me while watching the
DVD they had made last night they were really wound up pretty
tight. 

Kevin grabbed my head and thrust once more, all the way down into
my throat and he left his penis buried there with his testicles
resting over my eyes as he filled my throat with his ejaculate.
My throat hurt even more than it had when I woke up this morning.
But I was grateful that I didn't have to taste that slimy stuff.
It just went right down my throat.

Kevin remained where he was as his penis started going soft in my
throat. I was distracted by Keary as he began to rape me even
more brutally until he came to a sudden halt and I knew that he
was spraying my vagina with his ejaculate. I shuddered in horror
that it was happening all over again, but I was still held firmly
in place and I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. Well, I
did want to of course. I wanted out of here desperately.

They finally had satisfied their lust on my helpless body and
they not so much moved back as fell away, exhausted by the
vicious rape of my abused body.

As soon as they moved out of the way Kirk was standing over me. I
sensed him standing there and I looked up to see him obviously
trying to decide which orifice he wanted to use now that it was
his turn to rape me again.

He had already removed his pants and for the first time I saw his
penis. It was the smallest of the three, but even so it was
larger than my ex-husband's had been. He smiled down at me and
asked, "Where do you want it, cunt?"

I just started crying more loudly. I didn't want it! I hurt
already. I didn't want any more abuse!

He chuckled and said, "Well hell, if you can't make up your mind,
let's see if you can do that deepthroat trick again. Any chick
can fuck. It takes practice to suck a cock like that. We need to
make sure that you get a lot of practice in the next two weeks."

He went around to where my head hung down over the end of the
hassock and dropped down to his knees. When he did his hard male
organ came to rest against my cheek. He took it in his hand and
after trailing it over my face for a moment he put it to my lips
and said, "Kiss it bitch."

I really hated the profane way that these children talked. But I
suppose in the scheme of things that was the least of my worries.
I pressed my lips against his penis and kissed him lightly a few
times. I tried not to notice his malevolent grin or worse yet,
his sister nearby with the camera focused on me. 

Kirk let me kiss him several time before he lifted his penis in
his hand and pressed his hairless testicles to my lips. He rubbed
his crotch in my face and then he said, "Lick my balls now
bitch."

I began licking his sweaty testicles and as my tongue moved over
him he moaned in pleasure. He let me lick him for what seemed
like a long time until finally Keary said, "Jesus Kirk! Get on
with it. We still have a lot of that DVD to watch."

Kirk chuckled and said, "Oh well, I guess I could go ahead and
fuck the cunt's face, if you insist."

He repositioned himself slightly and then he drove his slightly
smaller organ all the way into my mouth and into the entrance of
my throat in one vicious stab. I cried out in pain but my cries
were muffled by the penis he was battering me with. He watched me
struggle with it for a second and then he pulled out and shoved
it all the way in again, with just as much violence as the first
time. It went on and on and with each cruel thrust I was in more
pain. By the time he pulled back and rested the head of his penis
in my mouth and finished himself off with his hand I was crying
hysterically. Unfortunately I was the only one there that felt
sorry for me.

Kirk finally removed his sex organ from my mouth and wiped it
across my face. Through my tears I could see Kyra standing over
me with the camera. I wiped the tears from my eyes with my hands
and I saw her smiling as she stared down at me. 

She obviously was enjoying my suffering. After a moment or two
she said, "Fuck it!" She handed the camera to Kirk and said, "If
you guys have seen it all anyway I guess I don't have anything to
hide." 

With that she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them and her
underwear down to the accompanying cheers of her three brothers.
She straddled my face for a moment and squatted down. 

I tried to speak. I thought she was making a mistake. At least
that was what I thought right up until she said, "Come on bitch.
Eat my ass out just like you ate my pussy last night."

I saw Kirk come closer with the camera and all three boys were
cheering her on. I kept my mouth tightly closed and struggled to
turn my head. She ordered me once more to perform that disgusting
task and still I balked.

Without moving from her position over me she turned to Keary and
said, "How about a hand here big brother?"

I heard him get up. I didn't know what he had in mind. I knew it
would be painful but I thought that there was no way that it
could be worse than what she wanted me to do.

I was wrong. I heard a swishing noise and suddenly my breasts
felt as if they were on fire. I screamed and struggled to get out
from under Kyra. Before I could free myself Kevin grabbed my arm
on the opposite side of the hassock. He twisted it and held it in
such a manner that if I struggled now it would surely dislocate
my shoulder.

I mumbled a protest helplessly into the dank seam between the
cheeks of Kyra's buttocks and then I heard that swishing noise
and my breasts were struck again. I couldn't see it, but I was
reasonably certain that Keary was whipping my breasts with his
thick leather belt. 

I knew that I couldn't take another of those vicious blows. It
was one of the most tender areas of my body and I was terrified
that he was going to damage my breasts somehow.

I surrendered. I couldn't take it anymore. As I stuck my tongue
out and tentatively moved it up and down between the cheeks of
Kyra's butt I realized that I had suffered all of that pain for
nothing. These monsters were always going to win. I only made
things worse when I tried to fight them.

After I had moved my tongue up and down through that dank, musty
crevice she reached down and patted the top of my head and said,
"That's real nice bitch. Now quit fucking around and eat my ass
out like I told you."

I felt around with my tongue until I located her anus and then I
began to concentrate on that area. After a minute she said, "Come
on bitch! Get inside. I want to feel that tongue deep inside of
me."

I pushed at her anus with my tongue and got nowhere. I tried
curling my tongue and stiffening it and finally the tip of it
popped inside of her anus. She gasped in pleasure and said, "Oh
yeah! That's better bitch! Eat that ass!"

I kept it up for a couple more minutes but it was very difficult.
My tongue and my jaw were both about to give out on me. I was
actually relieved when she shifted her position slightly and
said, "That wasn't too bad for a first time, now eat my pussy.
And I want to feel some enthusiasm bitch."

I felt like I was going to lose the use of my jaw at any minute
now. But I didn't dare stop. I began licking and kissing her
vulva and inserting my tongue into her as enthusiastically as I
could until she said, "Oh yeah bitch! I'm ready now. Suck on my
clit now! Ah fuck! Yeah! Just like that! Oh Christ!" 

And then she screamed and pressed her sex against my mouth and I
felt her tense up and then shiver almost out of control as she
had an orgasm.

She finally fell away and I sobbed quietly in a combination of
relief and despair as I waited for the next indignity. It wasn't
long in coming.

Keary ordered me to get off the hassock and as I sat up I looked
down at my beaten breasts. It didn't look as bad as I had feared.
There were two angry red stripes across each breast, one above
the nipple and one under it. They didn't look like they would
leave a bruise though. And they hadn't cut the skin.

I struggled to my feet and he tossed me the sheet I had worn when
I left my bedroom this morning. I grabbed it out of the air and
he said, "Cover up the hassock. I don't want you staining it with
your nasty ass."

I turned around and covered the leather hassock and as I did that
Keary came up behind me and pushed me to my knees and then forced
me to bend over the hassock. I was facing the television. Someone
had paused the DVD and there was the image of me having sex with
two of the boys on the screen. The camera was focused on me and I
could only see them from their bellies down so I wasn't sure
which boys were raping me at the moment. It looked like Keary and
Kevin.

Someone pushed play and the images started moving and the
horrible sounds returned. I heard myself grunting and the sounds
of flesh pounding flesh and it still looked like I was every bit
the willing participant. I knew that if the Clarks saw this
horrible DVD when they came home from their cruise they would
assume that I had, if not actually corrupted their little
darlings, then I had been a more than willing participant in
their sex games. If that DVD were turned over to the authorities
I'm sure they would have the same impression. 

I thought of those recent cases of female school teachers being
caught having sex with their students and how they had been
arrested and subjected to the most vile public denunciations. 

The worst thing though, was that even if I didn't feel certain
that I would be condemned if that DVD became public, even if I
was reasonably certain that anyone looking at it would be able to
detect that I had been drugged, I would do anything to keep that
obscene movie from being viewed by anyone. The humiliation would
surely kill me. I had always suffered from an over abundance of
modesty. Being raped had not changed that. I knew that I would do
anything to keep that pornographic movie from being shown at a
later date. 

These little monsters seemed to realize it too. They hadn't even
bothered to threaten me. They had just shown me that the movie
existed and were now forcing me to watch it. They knew that I was
theirs now to use and abuse as they saw fit.

As the movie started back up I felt Keary fumbling around between
my legs and his organ began to enter me again. He must not have
been completely erect. It didn't seem to go in as far and it
didn't feel as thick as it did earlier. He didn't do anything
once it was inside of me. He just leaned over me and reached
under me to play with my breasts.

I winced and cried out in pain as his hands grasped my very
tender breasts but once he had them in his hands he merely held
them and then he remained still and we watched the next part of
the movie locked together like that.

I stared at the television without really seeing anything at
first. After a while though my mind wandered back to the rape
that I was apparently taking part in willingly as it played out
on the television and I began watching again just as the boy in
my mouth pulled out and shot his creamy load in my face and hair.
He laughed when he looked at the results of his most recent
orgasm, the strand of white slime that trailed down from my
forehead and across my nose and ending at my lips. I recognized
the laugh, it was Kevin. 

After Kevin moved away I was physically picked up and dropped
back onto the bed by Keary. I was surprised at the strength he
exhibited. I weigh one hundred and five pounds and he lifted me
like it was nothing!

Once I was on my back he moved up and straddled me. He placed his
wet, slimy organ between my breasts and pressed my breasts
together around him. He started sawing in and out of my cleavage
and in only a minute he said, "Okay cunt. Look up at my cock.
Lift your fucking head and watch what happens."

I watched as, with that same silly grin on my face I lifted my
head and stared down at the penis moving rapidly between my
breasts. I still had that stream of ejaculate running down my
face and I watched as on screen I stuck my tongue out and
nonchalantly licked up all that was on or near my lips. Just as I
pulled my tongue back into my mouth he erupted and more of that
stuff shot right into my face. The first two strands hit me in
the face and the next one landed against my chin. The last few
weak spurts landed just above my breasts and then it was over.

I watched him rub his penis through the puddles of viscous
ejaculate and then force it into my mouth for cleaning. He did
that several times before he became bored and got up.

It just kept going on and on. Each of the boys used me over and
over. Towards the end they had stopped achieving orgasm, but they
continued to get erections and they continued to saw them
violently into my vagina or my sore throat.

It was becoming obvious that they were hurting me now. They
weren't just hurting my throat and my vagina either. They were
constantly mistreating my breasts. They took great pleasure in
squeezing them as if they were trying to squeeze something out of
them or squeezing and pulling on my nipples, stretching them far
beyond anything I thought was possible. It was no wonder that
they had been so sore this morning. Between that abuse and the
whipping I was starting to be concerned with breast cancer. It
seems like I read somewhere that prolonged physical abuse of the
breast can lead to that.

But far from taking pity on me when I cried out in pain, they
laughed and tried to outdo each other. They vied to see who could
stretch my breasts out the farthest or make me cry the loudest.
And they enjoyed it so much that soon they were erect again and
the brutal, demeaning rapes started all over again. And always in
the background was Kyra, filming and urging them to greater acts
of depravity.

Keary had stayed there with his penis inside of me as we watched
the last of the DVD. He had gotten erect from time to time, but
he didn't attempt to have sex with me again. I guess that between
last night and this morning I had drained the three boys.

When the movie finally ended Keary pulled out of me at last. He
grabbed a handful of my long red hair and pulled me around and
when he ordered me to suck him clean, as disgusting as it was, I
had no fight left in me. I opened my mouth and he slid his slimy
sex organ between my lips and over my tongue. 

I was surprised that I didn't gag. Maybe I was getting used to
putting slimy things in my mouth. I sucked his soft penis until
it was clean and then he ordered me to lick his testicles. When
they were clean he finally released my hair and I straightened
up. 

Keary got to his feet and pulled me up. When I was standing
beside him he said, "Now we need to talk. Let's go into the
kitchen. You can make us something to eat while I tell you what
your life is going to be like for the next two weeks."

I wasn't hungry, so I asked them what they wanted and as I
started to prepare it Keary said, "I'm not going to bother to
threaten you. You're smart. You know what we have. I'm pretty
sure that you aren't going to give us any trouble."

I glanced at him. I didn't bother to respond. He was right.

He went on to say, "For the next two weeks you belong to us. You
are going to do anything we want. You already know you are going
to hate it. The thing is, that's what turns us on. We love how
much you hate what we are doing. I might as well warn you now. It
isn't going to be just the four of us."

I looked up at him in alarm. I hadn't even considered that
possibility.

He saw my expression and he grinned widely. He chuckled and said,
"I love that look. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing
it."

I finally had to look back down at what I was doing and Keary
continued. 

"For the next two weeks you are going to be dressing to please,
the way you should be dressing all the time with a hot body like
yours. You are going to be showing a lot of skin. In case you're
wondering, that means when you go to work too."

I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were to go to work
dressed like the slut they obviously envisioned. There were a lot
of horny guys at work that were always hitting on me. They were
polite about it and it had never gotten out of hand. I could see
where they might start getting the wrong idea if I started
dressing more provocatively though.

Keary brought me back to the present when he said, "We have a
couple of friends coming over in a little while to hang out by
the pool. They don't know it yet, but they are getting lucky
today. We are going to mess with their minds a little first. But
then you are going to end up doing anything that they want, just
like you do for us. You know that if you try to fight me you are
going to lose. But you aren't going to give me any trouble, are
you?"

I looked back up at him. I had started crying again. But we both
knew that I had already surrendered to him. I was going to submit
to being raped by two more teenagers and the more I hated it the
more he would enjoy watching it.

I served them their lunch and Keary ordered me to stand beside
him while he ate. He ate his sandwich with one hand and the other
hand was teasing my body. The pain in my breasts had subsided for
the most part now. There were still a couple of stripes across
them. But they were just a dull pink now and would apparently
soon be gone.

As he ran his fingers over my body I was aware that he was
staring at my face, not my body. He was enjoying how much I hated
what he was doing more than he was taking pleasure from exploring
my body.

He inserted his middle finger into my vagina and he said, "You
have a lot to thank us for if you stop and think about it. You
have learned to be a good cocksucker in one night. We've opened
up your asshole and you can take a cock up there now. But best of
all we are doing something about how fucking uptight you are. You
hate it, but you are going to be a much better woman when we are
through with you. You were such a frigid bitch. I bet you never
sucked your husband's cock, did you?"

That was none of his business! He was waiting for an answer
though. I shook my head and for some reason I was embarrassed. I
wasn't sure if that was because I had never done it or because I
was being forced to discuss it with him in front of his three
siblings.

He smiled and said, "Hell, I bet you have never even said it,
have you?"

I wasn't sure what he meant. I still stared at the floor but I
asked quietly, "Said what?"

He smirked at me and pulled my hand down and placed it on his
penis. He asked, "What do you call that?"

I knew what he wanted me to say. But I couldn't. He was right. I
never used the terms that they had been bandying about carelessly
since the rapes started last night. I finally admitted, "I never
use those words. And no, I have never said that word. That is a
penis or a sex organ. That's what I call it."

He grinned, enjoying my discomfort immensely. He said, "Not
anymore, at least not for the next two weeks. For the next two
weeks I had better not hear you use those clinical terms. From
now on you call a cock a cock and a tit a tit. You call a cunt a
cunt and when my dick is in your mouth you are a cocksucker. We
aren't going to be making love either. When someone has a cock in
your cunt you are fucking. Those are the words that I want to
hear you use for the next two weeks. If you fuck up you'll be
punished. And you know how much I enjoy punishing you."

"Now let me hear it," he said. "What's that you have in your
hand?"

I groaned in embarrassment. After what I had been through since I
arrived last night you wouldn't think it would be so difficult
for me, but it was. Yet I couldn't do anything but obey. "It's
your cock," I said in a voice so quiet that he just barely heard
me.

He chuckled and said, "Speak up you stupid cunt! I couldn't hear
you."

I cleared my throat and in a more normal tone of voice I said, "I
have your cock in my hand."

"That's better," he said. "Now, where is my middle finger?"

I think that more than all of the other words he wanted me to use
I hated this one. It was such a negative, derogatory word. But I
answered, "Your finger is in my cunt."

He smiled and said, "Very good Gail. Now, there's just one more
thing sweetheart. I think you should call my brothers and me Sir
and my sister Miss. Got it?"

I responded, "Yes Sir."

He removed his finger from my vagina...I mean my cunt, and he
patted my ass and said, "Good girl. I knew you were smart enough
to train. Kyra thought that you were just a dumb cunt. She said
that you were just a blonde in disguise. But that pretty red bush
of yours is hard to hide when you're naked. You're going to be
easy to train, aren't you cunt?"

I felt the tears starting again but I just sighed and said, "Yes
sir."

They finished their sandwiches quickly and decided to spend some
time by the pool. We all went to Kyra's room and she pulled her
collection of bikinis out of a drawer and dropped them on her
bed. Keary went through them and picked one out for me to wear.
He handed it to me and said, "I know it's more revealing than you
are used to Gail. But don't worry. You won't have it on for
long."

They watched me put the tiny, revealing suit on and Kyra helped
me adjust it. The suit wasn't much more than four little
triangles. I had to believe that her parents did not know that
she owned this thing. The bra was two tiny triangles that didn't
cover much more than my nipples and just enough string to keep it
in place. The bottoms were a small triangle that didn't cover
much more than the crack of my butt, I mean my ass, and another
triangle in front that covered my slit and some, but not all of
my pubic hair.

I looked down at how much of me was exposed and then I looked at
Kyra. She grinned and said, "I only wear it when I go to the
beach with my boyfriend."

I thought so. I knew Mr. Clark well enough to know that he would
never allow her to wear something like this.

Keary said, "I like it. Kyra, take her into your bathroom and
trim that bush so that it's covered. Leave some of it though. I
like that red cunt hair."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me into her bathroom. She said,
"Take the bottoms off."

I said, "Yes Miss," and untied the strings at my hips. 

The suit fell to the floor and she sat me on a towel on her
toilet. She spread my legs and drew a line through my pubic hair.
She said, "Here, take these scissors and trim your bush to
there."

I took the scissors and trimmed off almost half of my pubic hair.
Do I have to call it cunt hair? Anyway, it just didn't look right
to me. 

Kyra apparently didn't think so either. She stood in front of me
watching me until I was finished and then she said, "If it was up
to me I'd make you cut it all off. They just want all the guys
who see you to know that you are a real redhead."

All the guys that see me? I didn't like the sound of that.

She handed me a damp cloth, some shaving gel and a razor and
ordered me to take care of the stubble. When I had finished she
inspected me again.

She ordered me to put the bottoms back on and when I did what
remained of my pubic hair was no longer exposed. Kyra looked me
over and said, "Okay, come on."

I followed her downstairs and out to the pool. The boys all had
trunks on now. They were wet and had already been swimming. Now
they were sitting at a table near the patio door. Kyra sat in an
empty chair and I was pulled down into Keary's lap. 

Keary moved his hands over me idly, just keeping his hands busy I
guess. He said, "Okay cunt. In a few minutes a couple of our
friends are going to show up. When the bell rings you go and let
them in and then you just go along and try to have fun. You won't
have to do anything you haven't already done several times in the
last twenty-four hours. Just remember, if you give me a hard
time, if you piss me off, I will find a way to punish you that
you will remember for the rest of your life. I think you know
enough about the way my mind works to realize that I can do it."

I just said, "Yes Sir."

He was right. I was pretty sure that he could come up with
something so nasty that I couldn't even imagine it right now. But
I had already surrendered. And after all, he was right about
having already done it all. It was just going to be more of the
same degrading sex acts. It would be embarrassing all over again
because it would be two more young males seeing me and using me
for the first time. But I realized that the sex acts would be the
same and in two weeks I would go home and never see any of these
people again. I sure as hell was never going to come back to this
house again!

It was probably only five minutes until the doorbell rang. Keary
let me out of his lap but before he let me go answer the door he
turned me around and wedged the back of my bikini bottom up into
the crack of my butt. I suppose his friends would get a kick out
of it but at this point it didn't make that much difference to
me. Or at least I thought that it didn't. 

When I opened the door the two boys standing there suddenly fell
silent. Their eyes got wide and their mouths dropped open. I
stepped back and invited them in. They came in and waited for me
to close the door and they followed me back out to the pool. I
could feel their eyes on my butt, I mean my ass, and I was more
embarrassed than I thought that I would be. 

When we got out to the pool Keary said, "Hey guys! Come over and
join us. Do you want a drink?"

They nodded, but they were still staring at me without even
blinking. Keary sent me in to get everyone a drink. When I
returned I gave everyone a drink, including myself. They hadn't
said anything about me but I was thirsty so I brought one out for
me too.

When I had served everyone Keary called me back over and I ended
up back in his lap. He said, "Guys, this is our babysitter while
our folks are on that cruise. Her name is Gail. She is my dad's
secretary. Isn't she pretty?"

The boys both nodded vigorously and I was introduced to Dale and
Jimmy. 

Dale said, "You're shitting me right? She is in charge of you?"

Keary chuckled and said, "You're not listening Dale. I didn't say
that she was in charge. She is our babysitter. She is definitely
not in charge. Are you Gail?"

I said, "No Sir."

Dale and Jimmy looked at each other in wonder and then stared at
me again. Dale cleared his throat and asked, "You mean she lets
you do anything you want?"

"Better than that, man," Keary exclaimed, "she does anything we
want. She doesn't like it much, but she's starting to learn her
place."

He turned to me and asked, "Aren't you, sweetheart?"

I was staring down. I couldn't look at anyone. I shook my head
again and said, "Yes Sir."

He ran his hand slowly up my back and asked, "Yes Sir what
cunt?"

I heard both boys gasp when he said that.

I was having trouble thinking. What was I supposed to say? Then I
remembered what he had asked me and I said, "I'm starting to
learn my place Sir."

He patted my hip and said, "Good girl. Give me a nice kiss now."

I turned in his lap and bent my head down and touched my lips to
his. I kissed him lightly and started to straighten up again but
he said, "Come on bitch. You can do better than that!"

I turned back and put my arm around his neck and kissed him
again. This time I faked a passion that I certainly didn't feel
and as we kissed he moved is hands over my body. 

He finally broke the kiss and I turned back to the side. I didn't
even have to look at their two guests to know what they were
thinking of me now. And the games had not yet begun.

I take that back. The games were, indeed, beginning. I felt
Keary's hand move slowly up my back again and I felt the tug as
he untied the string that held my bra in place. 

I wanted desperately to bring my arm up to cover my breasts. I
knew it was pointless but it was ingrained in me. I doubt if even
two weeks from now I would be comfortable being topless in front
of these people, or anyone else for that matter.

I heard Dale exclaim, "Well kiss my ass!"

Jimmy was quiet for a moment and then he asked, "What about her?"
He had nodded at Kyra. "How does she feel about this?"

Keary laughed and said, "It was her idea! She had to go into my
dad's office with my mother one day and she met our new cunt
while she was there. She told us about her when she got home. She
said that Gail was one of those frigid bitches whose shit don't
stink. She said that she tried talking down to her and when that
didn't work she didn't talk to her at all."

That wasn't true! Kyra had sat as far away from me as possible
and pouted like a two year old. What was I supposed to say to
her?! And what kind of girl would be responsible for the rape of
another girl? I can't even imagine that! There must be something
terribly wrong inside that girl's head.

Keary continued, "When dad called home from work on Friday and
told my mom that Gail was going to be in charge of us it was Kyra
that came up with the plan to turn her into our little sex toy."

I looked at Kyra and she was smiling right at me. She seemed very
proud of herself.

Jimmy asked, "What are you gonna do with her? Are you gonna fuck
her?"

All four of the Clark kids laughed at that. Kevin said, "Shit
man, we fucked her most of last night and most of this morning.
It's a good thing you guys came over because we are all fucked
out. She even ate Kyra's ass and pussy. The bitch does anything
we tell her to."

Dale asked, "And you are going to let us fuck her?"

Keary nodded and said, "She's a three-holer guys. She can
deepthroat thanks to the training she got last night and she can
take it up the ass. She doesn't like it. But that just makes it
that much more fun."

Jimmy looked a little nervous. He said, "What about Kyra?"

Kyra looked like she was losing her temper. She exclaimed, "Jesus
Jimmy! I'm right fucking here! If you got a question about me ask
me. If you are asking if I am going to be around when you are
fucking the bitch the answer is that I am not only going to
watch, I am going to record it on my movie camera. If that's a
problem for you than you can fucking leave and we'll find someone
else."

Jimmy said, "Damn Kyra! Cool it for Christ's sake! I was just
fucking asking! Some girls wouldn't want to hang around when
their friends are fucking some broad."

Kyra looked exasperated. She replied, "Are you fucking brain dead
Jimmy? Keary just told you it was my idea. Do you want to fuck
her or not?"

Dale chuckled and said, "Hell, I'll fuck her while you make up
your mind doofus."

Dale got up and took off his t-shirt and left it on his chair. He
came around the table in only his trunks, which were bulging
noticeably. He reached out and grabbed one of my tits and said,
"Where do you want to do this Keary?"

Keary pointed to a lounge chair on the grass nearby and said,
"Why don't you use that cushion and fuck her over there."

Dale pulled me out of Keary's lap and I followed him over to the
lounge chair. He ordered me to put the cushion on the grass and
as Kyra came over and started filming he ordered me to take my
bikini bottoms off.

I untied the strings at my hips and let it fall to my feet. He
moved closer and his hand forced itself between my legs and
cupped my mound. He smiled and said, "How about if we start out
with some of that deepthroat before I fuck you Gail? That sounds
like a lot of fun to me. Is that okay with you?"

I just nodded and said, "Yes Sir."

It wasn't alright. But I was the only person here that cared what
I thought.

I stepped onto the cushion and dropped to my knees. Dale moved
over in front of me and waited for me to remove his trunks. I
grasped his waistband and pulled the elastic out and then down,
uncovering yet another penis...damn it! I mean cock. 

I had gone three years without seeing one and I hadn't missed
them at all. In the last twenty-four hours I had seen four. I
still had one more to go. At least I hoped that I still had only
one more to go. I hoped that they didn't call up more of their
friends.

Dale's cock was not quite as long as Keary's. It was slightly
bigger around though. I wasn't looking forward to forcing it down
my already very sore throat. But there was never any question of
my refusing. 

I reached out and placed my hand around his cock and tilted it
down away from his hairy belly and placed my lips around the
head. I started moving my lips up and down the shaft, taking a
little more of him into my mouth each time. When the head of his
cock reached the entrance to my throat I gagged at first. I had
forgotten to use the trick that Keary had taught me to avoid
gagging. 

I suddenly wondered where a sixteen year old boy had learned
that! They all seemed to know so much more about sex than they
should. They certainly knew a lot more than I do. And I was
learning more than I ever wanted to know.

On the next down stroke I swallowed and Dale's cock hit the
entrance to my throat and wedged there. I couldn't get it to go
down. I pulled back and tried again and this time, after a slight
catch, the head of his cock slipped into my throat. It was very
painful and even though his cock was only slightly fatter I could
tell the difference. It was noticeably more uncomfortable.

When his cock slid down into my throat and my lips were buried in
his pubic hair, Dale said, "Kiss my ass! She fucking did it!"

Kyra laughed and said, "She can suck you off or kiss your ass.
But she can't do both. At least she can't do them both at the
same time."

I ignored Kyra and worked on Dale's cock until he pushed my head
away and ordered me onto my back. 

I was glad to change positions. I wanted nothing to do with any
of this. But I would much rather have that fat cock raping my
cunt than my mouth. 

As soon as I was in position on my back Dale got on top of me and
fumbled for my opening. It took him a moment to find the right
spot, but the head of his cock finally slipped into me. When his
cock started into my pussy he paused while he supported himself
on his elbows over me and he stared down at me as he eased it
into me slowly until it was all the way in and his pubic bone was
grinding against me. He stopped there and enjoyed the pleasurable
sensations for a moment before he said, "Look at me Gail. Watch
me fuck you. That's a good girl. You're a great cocksucker, but I
want to cum in your cunt the first time." He started moving
slowly in and out of me and then he said, "A little later I can
cum in your mouth. And I've never fucked a girl's ass before. I
guess we'll have to give that a shot too. I bet you hate that,
don't you Gail?"

I quietly responded, "Yes Sir."

He smiled and said, "You hate all of this don't you?"

I nodded. 

He said, "That's too bad, because you are very good at it. I
never had a girl deepthroat me before. That was pretty damned
hot. I have to be honest though. I like your cunt more. But it's
pretty damned exciting to look down and see my cock buried to the
root in your fucking mouth bitch. It's hard to believe you just
did it for the first time last night. How did they get you to do
that?"

I glanced at Kyra and she was waiting for me to answer with an
amused look on her face. 

I said, "They drugged me and they raped me. They did all of those
things to me when I was drugged and couldn't defend myself. They
filmed everything that I did and they showed me the movie this
morning. I didn't have any choice after that. I have to do what
they say and they know it."

Dale began to speed up his increasingly violent thrusts and he
said, "Damn that's hot! I gotta hand it to Kyra and Keary. It
must be fucking great to have a beautiful sex slave that you can
do anything you want with."

And then it was over. He cried out and ground his pelvis against
me and filled me with his cum. He stayed in place over me as his
cock went soft in my cunt. Then he rolled over and lay on his
back. He stayed like that, staring at the sky for a minute and
swearing quietly under his breath occasionally, trying to express
his pleasure with his limited vocabulary I guess. 

I lay beside him waiting for him to get up and let his friend
Jimmy mount me so that he could take his turn.

Kyra didn't think I was being a good hostess though. She ordered
me to clean Dale up so that he wouldn't mess up the chairs when
he went back over and sat down.

I glanced at her as she instructed me in my cleanup duties. I
wondered briefly what was going through her mind. What must she
think being surrounded by all of this naked male flesh? She
seemed so casual about it. No, she seemed to enjoy it! I couldn't
even imagine what it must be like to be her.

I looked down at Dale's crotch. It was a terrible mess, but it
wasn't the first time I had to perform this disgusting chore. I
got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him
clean. It was nasty to look at but I was beginning to realize
that the taste wasn't as bad this way as when I got a mouthful of
cum all at once. Still, I would much rather not do it.

I slid down until my head was level with his crotch and I leaned
over and started to take his soft cock into my mouth. I noticed
something strange and I stopped to look at it. He was
uncircumcised! I hadn't noticed it when he was erect. I had never
seen one that had not been circumcised before. Well, I hadn't
seen that many at all actually. But it looked kind of funny. I
took it into my mouth as everyone watched and I sucked it clean.
When I had cleaned my juices and his cum from his cock I licked
his balls clean and then I started to sit up and wait for Jimmy
to come over and rape me.

Dale said, "Don't stop. You aren't finished yet."

I looked at him. I didn't know what else he wanted me to do.

He saw my confusion and he said, "With an uncircumcised cock you
have to pull the loose skin back and clean under it."

I looked down at his cock and the flap of loose skin that covered
the head of it. For some reason I was reluctant to do that.

I moved closer again and used my fingers to gently pull the skin
back from the head of his cock. He was watching me closely and
when I had uncovered the head of his cock he said, "Now use your
tongue and get me nice and clean bitch."

I stuck my tongue out and he shivered as I bathed the end of his
cock with it. I was afraid that he was going to get hard again.
But then I realized how silly that was. Of course he was going to
get hard again. He was probably going to have the opportunity to
rape me over and over in the next two weeks. He and his friend
Jimmy and the three Clark boys and god knows who else.

As I licked Dale clean I heard Jimmy get up and come closer. He
stood beside me watching me finish my clean up duties until Dale
pushed me away and got up. He had already removed his clothes and
he seemed to be a little self-conscious about being naked. I had
the impression that it was being naked in front of Kyra that
bothered him though. He kept glancing at her nervously.

As soon as Dale was out of the way Jimmy took his place on the
cushion. He lay on his back and rested his head on his arms.
Since I hadn't moved after cleaning Dale's cock with my mouth,
Jimmy's hard, drooling cock was right near my face.

I looked at it in disgust for a moment. It was smaller than
Dale's. It was slightly shorter, but more importantly it was much
thinner. I was grateful for that at least. But it was standing up
and throbbing and each time it bobbed around like that more clear
fluid oozed from the tip. It was covering the head of his cock
and running down the underside of the shaft all the way to his
balls.

I leaned back down and licked his cock clean and as I did he
tensed up and groaned in pleasure. I was no expert at these
things but I had the impression he wasn't going to last very
long. I took him into my mouth and slid my lips down to the base
of his cock. 

As the head of his cock slipped into my throat, thankfully much
easier than Dale's had, he swore and tensed up and grabbed my
hair and held me there and shot his cum straight down my throat.


I heard Kyra and some of the boys chuckling, but I was glad to
get it over with so easily. I waited until he released me and I
started to sit up but Kyra stopped me. "Keep sucking bitch!" she
ordered. "Get him hard again so that he can fuck your skanky
ass."

Kyra is a girl that obviously spent far too much time with her
three brothers!

I lowered my mouth back onto Jimmy's cock and began sucking. I
can't really say that I began again. I didn't really get started
the first time. He had not gone completely soft and he was
completely hard again almost instantly.

When he was fully erect he pushed me away and I got back into
position on the cushion. Jimmy got between my legs and then
leaned over me and supported himself on his arms. He started
stabbing his cock at me blindly and I suddenly realized that
Jimmy was a virgin! He had even less of an idea of what to do
than I did. 

I reached down and gently took his cock in hand and guided him to
the tender opening to my vagina, I mean cunt. God I hate that
word! His blind thrusts were painful and I didn't think that he
was going to last much longer this time than he had before he had
his first orgasm.

He slowed to allow me to guide him into place and then he thrust
into me all the way in one hard stroke. He paused for an instant
and shivered in pleasure. Then he began to fuck me violently. He
was all but out of control and twice I had to reach down and put
his cock back inside of me. 

It was very unpleasant. The funny thing is that I was almost
amused by his obvious innocence and his out of control lust. I
wasn't the only one either. I heard the boys at the table making
fun of him as he fucked me. But not for long, he didn't last much
longer than he had in my mouth. I doubt if he lasted a full
minute. It was over almost before it began.

I hadn't even realized that he was having an orgasm. He suddenly
stopped and collapsed on top of me and gasped for breath in my
ear. There was more laughter from the boys but he didn't seem to
notice.

He finally rolled off of me and I didn't wait to be told. I moved
down and cleaned his slimy cock with my mouth while Kyra got more
nasty pictures.

When Jimmy finally stood up Dale said, "I'd sure like to see Gail
eat Kyra's pussy now."

Kyra looked over and said, "Yeah, I bet you would you fucking
pervert. Don't hold your breath."

Dale said, "What's the big deal? You've seen all of us naked. And
your brothers have seen you naked. What difference does it
make?"

Kyra grinned at him and said, "Dale, you've been trying to get
into my pants since I got out of diapers. Give it up."

Dale chuckled and said, "I won't deny I think you're hot and I'd
like to see you naked. But I just want to see her eating your
pussy. It makes me hard just thinking about it."

Keary said, "Maybe we can talk her into it later Dale. For now
let's just concentrate on our sweet little redheaded cunt."

The rest of the afternoon was just more of the same. The boys
kept getting turned on from looking at me or playing with my body
or watching someone else having sex with me. There was someone,
or sometimes two some ones having sex with me almost constantly
all afternoon. They just never seemed to get bored with abusing
me. 

I got almost no time to rest. If one of them wasn't fucking me
they would sit around and talk and I would be pulled into
someone's lap and groped or ordered to kneel and suck on a soft
cock until it got hard again. Sometimes I was forced to suck them
off right there at the table and sometimes they took me back over
to the cushion to have sex with me. All five of the boys took me
in my ass again. Dale was the worst. He was the first one that
afternoon. He didn't use lube, he didn't prepare my ass and his
cock was noticeably fatter than the others. It was a very painful
experience.

Dale and Jimmy kept hinting that they would love to see me eat
Kyra's pussy but she kept ignoring them. Later in the afternoon
Keary said, "Shit Kyra, you might as well let her do it. The guys
are going to see the DVD anyway. And you know you're feeling
horny from watching all this fucking and sucking. You love seeing
us rape the bitch almost as much as we love doing it."

Kyra looked at Keary and I could see that she was about to tell
him to go to hell. But I saw her expression change and she said,
"Aw fuck it!"

There were a few excited comments from the boys as she stood up,
but she said, "You guys stay right here. If you move the show is
over."

She got to her feet and said, "Come on bitch. It's time to eat
some more pussy."

I didn't even care by now. I got out of Kirk's lap and followed
her to the cushion where I had been getting raped all afternoon.
She sat down and when I was kneeling between her and the table
full of boys she untied the bottoms of her bikini and uncovered
her sopping wet pussy. 

She got comfortable and said, "Okay bitch, chow down."

The first time she had made me do this I had been drugged and
deprived of my free will. The second time, when the boys talked
her into it this morning, I had just been raped by all three of
them and was still kind of dazed. So even though it was a
singularly repugnant act I had actually gotten accustomed to it
without a lot of mental anguish. This time I was no more upset
about it than I was by all of the males forcing me to perform
some perverted sex act. 

I stretched out between her legs and began lapping up the juices
that matted her pussy hair and covered her entire mound. She must
have been extremely excited from watching her three brothers and
their two friends raping me repeatedly all afternoon. The fluids
were streaming from her.

I cleaned her up quickly with my tongue and then I began to lick
her pussy lips. She was quickly reaching the point of orgasm. She
had lifted her thighs and they gripped my head tightly as I ate
her out. As she neared orgasm I was forced to wrap my arms around
her thighs and hold her in place as I licked her pussy. 

She came quickly once my tongue began burrowing into her pussy
and she groaned and cried out and the juices poured out of her at
a remarkable rate. I continued to lap them up and I started to
lift my head when her orgasm ended but she screamed, "Don't stop
you fucking cunt!"

So I continued eating her pussy as she pulled my hair so hard it
brought tears to my eyes and lifted her hips off of the cushion
to grind her pussy into my mouth. 

I saw motion out of the corner of my eyes and I realized that all
five boys had come closer and were standing around us in a circle
watching. Kyra had her eyes closed tightly and wasn't aware of it
yet.

She had several more violent orgasms before she pushed my head
away and lay there panting for a moment or two before she opened
her eyes and saw the boys standing there staring down at her
exposed sex.

I felt her tighten up for a second and then she just went limp.
She exclaimed, "Aw fuck you guys. Go ahead and look. It's just a
fucking pussy for Christ's sake. Half the people in the world
have them. Get over it."

Keary chuckled and said, "While I think that's a healthy attitude
sis, I have to point out that you are the one that was so intent
on keeping it covered up."

She looked up at him and said, "Well, now everyone has seen it. I
guess the mystery is gone from our lives."

Kirk laughed and said, "Not completely. Your tits are still
covered."

Kyra looked at him and then looked around at the others. She sat
up and said, "Okay, listen. I feel pretty silly being the only
one with clothes on anyway." She quickly pulled her bikini bra
off and said, "But I don't want you guys getting any ideas. You
can look but that's all. I am not going to fuck you."

Keary laughed and said, "Shit sis, if you had done that a long
time ago no one would be paying any attention to it now. You keep
it all covered up and guys just can't help wanting to see it. In
half an hour you'll just be one of the guys."

She got to her feet and turned to Dale and said, "You just keep
your fucking hands to yourself Dale. You have always been grabby
and I know damned well what's on your mind."

Dale grinned and said, "Give me a break Kyra. It ain't my fault.
It's in my fucking DNA. If I didn't want to get my hands on your
sweet ass I'd be a fucking queer. Hell, I bet all three of your
brothers would fuck you if you let them."

She didn't look at her brothers to see what their reaction was.
She just responded to Dale, "Well I won't let them and they know
to keep their hands to themselves. I'm warning you because I know
you. There is a redheaded cunt right there you can do any damn
thing you want to. So you keep your hands off of me."

We returned to the table in the shade of the umbrella and the six
of them sat around, all nude now. I was pulled into Dale's lap
and as he began to roughly grope my most sensitive body parts the
kids all discussed the show that Kyra and I had just put on for
them. The guys all wanted to know if it was better to have her
pussy eaten by a boy or a girl.

She admitted that I was the only one that had ever eaten her
pussy and all of the boys volunteered to give her something to
compare it to.

She got that, 'Yeah, right' look on her face but Keary said,
"That might be an interesting experiment Kyra. We could cover
your eyes and all six of us could take turns eating your pussy.
Then you try to pick out which one was Gail and decide which of
us did the better job of it."

Kyra actually seemed to be considering it! After a minute she
smiled and said, "I hate to admit it, but that does sound like
fun. The cunt has the edge on you guys though, because she knows
what she likes when someone eats her out."

I blurted out, "No one has ever done that to me," without even
thinking. "Not until last night when I was drugged. I wouldn't
have known it if you hadn't made me watch the movie."

There were looks of incredulity all around and I knew as soon as
I spoke that I had screwed up. 

Keary asked, "How old are you Gail?"

"Twenty-four," I answered.

"And you are divorced?" he asked.

I nodded.

There followed a discussion of my entire sex life. There wasn't
much to discuss. I had lost my virginity on the night of my
Senior Prom to my boyfriend. We had been dating for months and I
thought he was the one. I was madly in love with him. Our affair
continued through the summer and then he went away to college.
That was the end of it.

I couldn't afford to go to college. My father had some health
problems which had bankrupted the family and the money that I had
saved up wasn't even enough for the first years tuition at a
local community college. My grades were okay, but not good enough
for a scholarship. So I went to work.

My first job had been as a hostess in a steak house. Not one of
the nice ones. It was one of the chain restaurants. I had started
dating one of the waiters almost as soon as I went to work there
and we ended up getting married before either of us was ready. 

He was going to school at night and he found a better job as soon
as we got married. It was actually less money than he made
waiting tables but it had benefits and a chance for advancement.
He worked in an office and I suspect that it wasn't long before
he started dating the women at work. 

We had only been married a year when he asked me for a divorce. 

I was forced to relate all of this to the kids around the table
and I didn't get any sympathy from them. Keary said, "It's no
wonder the dude left you, you stupid cunt. No guy likes a frigid
bitch. Shit, you wouldn't suck his cock and you dress like a
fucking nun! The world is all about sex for Christ's sake. Look
around you. Why would he stay married to you if you didn't put
out and didn't suck his cock? What else did you have to offer?
You're cute, but according to you, you aren't that much of a cook
and you aren't rich. Hell, we are doing you a favor here. By the
time your two weeks are up here you'll be an expert cocksucker
and a great fuck."

Gee, I am such a lucky girl to have friends like Keary and Kyra!
I kept my sarcasm to myself though. I may say dumb things from
time to time, but I'm not that stupid.

It was getting late and I was hoping that Dale and Jimmy would
leave and I would be sent in to make supper. Then, at least for a
little while, I would be free of the constant groping and sexual
abuse.

Unfortunately, they began to make other plans. It was decided
that everyone would get dressed and go to a place where a lot of
the kids liked to hang out and get a hamburger.

I desperately hoped that I would be left alone here. But no such
luck. Keary said, "Kyra, take her to your room and get her
cleaned up and put her in something sexy."

Dale took his hands from my tit and my pussy and reluctantly let
me out of his lap. I followed Kyra to her room wondering what the
little slut's idea of sexy would be. She took a quick shower and
when she was done I took a shower while she started getting
ready. 

I finished my shower and dried off. I stood in front of the
bathroom mirror for moment and steeled myself for the ordeal
ahead. When I went into the bedroom Kyra was already dressed. I
asked her for permission to go to my room downstairs and brush my
teeth.

She said, "You can do that before we leave. I have to find you
something to wear."

She went into her closet came back out with a couple of
minidresses on hangars. She handed me one of them and ordered me
to try it on. 

Kyra and I were about the same size so I expected the dress to
fit reasonably well. It didn't though. It was much too tight. 

She said, "These are a couple of old dresses that I haven't
gotten around to getting rid of yet. They are too small for me
now. I thought they might be pretty interesting on your skanky
ass though."

I just didn't understand why she was so cruel. I had never said
or done anything to her. I almost asked her what I had said or
done to make her so mad at me. But then I decided that whatever
it might be I didn't want to bring it up now. Any slight she had
perceived was probably all in her head anyway. You can't reason
with crazy people so I kept my mouth shut.

She told me to take off the first dress and when I was naked she
handed me the other one. It was only slightly larger. I could
button it, but I wasn't sure that I could sit down in it. I
didn't think that it was long enough to cover the parts of me
that required covering in public either.

Kyra looked at me for a second and then she unbuttoned the bottom
button and the top two buttons and stepped back to see how I
looked. She ordered me to unbutton another button on the top and
she was satisfied. 

She came closer and pulled me over to a full length mirror
standing in the corner of her room. I almost fainted when I saw
what she expected me to wear out in public. I could plainly see
the slit between my legs which was still noticeably red and
swollen from all of the abuse it had received today. The hem of
the dress fell just between my slit and my small, remaining patch
of pubic hair. As long as I remained still my nipples were
covered, just barely. But the slightest movement exposed one
nipple or the other. 

I turned around and started to twist my neck in order to see how
much of me was exposed in the back. Kyra handed me a small mirror
and I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror behind
me. I could see about two inches of the bottom of my butt when I
stood straight. I couldn't even imagine how revealing it would be
if I were to lean forward. The slightest movement would make
things just that much worse. 

Kyra said, "Don't move." She went back into her closet and came
back with a pair of high heels. They weren't outrageous. The
heels were only about three inches. But I knew they would have an
effect. 

The shoes were a size too small but I managed to squeeze into
them. I looked back at my reflection again and I guess if there
was a difference it was negligible. I could still see about two
inches of my butt. I couldn't imagine sitting down in this thing.
It would be like I had left the house wearing only a blouse. I
would be totally exposed. But then, I realized that was the
point. That was what amused them.  From now on I was always going
to be exposed. It was just going to be a question of how exposed
and in how public a place.

I looked at Kyra. She shared none of my reservations. She was
smiling and when she saw my distress she said, "The guys are
going to love this."

I had no doubt.

I followed her downstairs and she sent me off to my rooms to
brush my teeth. When I returned everyone was waiting. They all
got a big kick out of my new outfit.

We all filed out to the garage and got into a large SUV. I ended
up sitting on Kevin's lap and he began groping me as soon as we
were seated. He unbuttoned a couple more buttons and exposed my
breasts completely and I sat there trying not to think about
being seen in public in this...thing, I hesitate to call it a
dress. I could only hope that the place we were going was not
very crowded. 

I don't know what I could have been thinking. We were going to a
teenage hangout at the start of summer vacation. Of course it was
crowded!

Keary pulled into the parking lot and drove up and down until he
found an open parking place. As we drove through the full to
capacity parking lot I knew I was in trouble.

We were finally able to find a parking spot and I was allowed to
button the two buttons that Kevin had unbuttoned to give him
better access to my tits. We piled out of the SUV and headed
inside.

The place was loud and it was packed. There were no other adults
that I could see anywhere in the large room. I saw a lot of
shocked looks on the faces of the kids that looked up when we
came in, but I quickly turned my gaze to the floor to avoid
seeing those looks. I was pulled through the crowd by Keary and
they couldn't find a large enough table that was empty. They
finally joined some friends at a large table in the back corner.


I was introduced to the two teenage couples already at the table
and I glanced at them only long enough to say hello and see the
looks on their faces as they noticed me. The boys had entirely
different expressions than the girls.

The girls looked at me with obvious contempt. The boys, however,
were happy to see me. They didn't even look me in the eyes. Their
gazes hit my nearly exposed breasts before moving down to my
exposed pussy. I saw them struggle to hide from their girlfriends
their obvious enjoyment of the spectacle that was me. I looked
away as I was pulled into Keary's lap. Of course my dress rode up
as soon as I sat down and everyone at the table stared in
disbelief at the amount of exposed flesh. 

We were sitting far enough back from the table that everyone
could see that I was totally exposed from just below my navel.
Keary spread my legs so that my knees were about six inches apart
and he unbuttoned another button on my top, totally exposing one
of my breasts.

It wasn't just the people at our table that were enjoying the
show. The kids at several of the nearby tables were staring
openly. To make matters worse, we were sitting near the door to
the men's room. Soon there was a steady flow of traffic to the
men's room. Many of the boys going by knew the boys at our table
and they stopped, supposedly to say hello. But we all knew why
they had stopped. I was all but naked and they were enjoying the
show.

Everyone decided what they wanted to eat and drink and I was
tasked with going to the counter on the other side of the room
and ordering the food. I was too upset to remember an order that
large so they had to write it down. Keary gave me some money and
I went to the counter.

The counter was being manned by a dozen teenage boys and girls
who were cooking hamburgers and dispensing soft drinks. I placed
my order with a pimple faced teenage boy who quickly informed his
coworkers of my presence. 

Soon, as I stood waiting for them to fill my order, the other
kids behind the counter came closer and checked me out. Even the
girls came over to look. 

There was a press of kids waiting to order food or pick up an
order and I suppose that it was inevitable that, dressed as I was
I would soon become a magnet for stray hands. It wasn't long at
all before I felt the first hand brush lightly over the exposed
portion of my ass. I didn't look around but I tried to shift away
from the boy I thought was responsible.

I couldn't move far though and soon the hand returned. I heard
whispered conversations behind me and before long there were two
hands on my ass and someone was lifting my dress in the back. I
gave up. I knew I couldn't win and anything I did to defend
myself would just cause a scene which would only make matters
worse. I allowed them to grope me freely and took comfort in the
fact that the place was so packed that it was doubtful that
anyone could see what they were doing. 

One of the boys exploring my ass began to insinuate his finger
between the cheeks of my ass and press against my anus. When I
felt his finger touch me there I reacted without thinking. I
jumped and spun around and now I was facing the two large boys
that were molesting me. Now they could look down and see one of
my tits totally exposed by my sudden motion and their hands were
instantly crawling over my mound. The looks on their arrogant
young faces dared me to resist.

Before I could turn back around there was a large finger being
forced inside of my pussy. I gasped in shock and quickly
struggled to turn back around. The boy who had been invading my
pussy with his finger went back to trying to force it into my
ass. His friend reached up under my arm and squeezed my breast
through my dress for a moment before he slid it inside and cupped
my naked breast. 

He held me like that for a moment and when I didn't scream or
fight him he began to squeeze and pull on my nipple. I couldn't
believe this. I was being all but raped right in the middle of a
crowded restaurant. I looked around out of the corners of my eyes
to see if anyone else noticed what was going on and was dismayed
to see that there were boys on both sides of me that were
watching closely.

It seemed like a week before that kid behind the counter returned
with my order on a large tray. He set the tray down and said,
"You can use the tray, but bring it right back. We don't have
that many." As he spoke he was staring at the hand inside the top
of my dress.

I reached up and grabbed the tray and pulled away from the boys
that were molesting me. As I moved through the crowd to our table
I saw that my breast was completely exposed and everyone I passed
seemed to notice. But there was nothing I could do about it so I
hurried to the back of the room.

I unloaded the tray and straightened my dress out before fighting
my way back through the packed room. As I made my way around the
room more and more boys were reaching out to squeeze the exposed
cheeks of my ass. There was a lot of laughter, which I was sure
was at my expense.

All I could do was focus on the task at hand. I couldn't fight
them all. I couldn't even blame them. This dress was an open
invitation. That was why Kyra had chosen it.

When I returned to the table I was allowed to pull up an empty
chair from a nearby table and sit and eat. Despite the abuse I
had suffered lately and my despair at the idea of living like
this for two weeks, the food smelled good and I was famished. I
had eaten almost nothing yesterday and nothing today, nothing but
the protein drink from the end of the cocks of five horny boys. 

I ate my hamburger quickly, which was a mistake. They left me
alone when I was eating. I should have dragged it out. As soon as
I had eaten my burger I was pulled into Dale's lap and the
groping started again.

The boys had been talking with the two couples we had joined and
when the food was all eaten it was decided to go back to the
house and have a little party around the pool. I didn't hear all
of the particulars. It was very loud in here and I wasn't really
included in the conversation.

It was about ten minutes before we finally got up and left. For
most of those ten minutes I was sitting in Dale's lap and being
mauled roughly and openly. Boys kept coming past the table and
stopping to watch Dale play with my exposed tits or pussy. Most
of them just watched for a while and then went on. A few were
friends of the kids at our table and stopped to talk. They never
looked at the person that they were talking to though. They all
stared at me.

The two couples that had been at the table when we arrived stayed
seated as we left. We went out to the SUV and as we were making
our way through the parking lot the big guy that had been feeling
me up while I was waiting for the food caught up to us and spoke
with Keary. 

I was afraid of what might come of that conversation. The boy was
staring at me during the entire exchange. After they spoke the
boy and his friend, who was standing nearby watching, left and we
continued on.

This time I ended up on Jimmy's lap as we drove away. Jimmy had
my dress open and pulled it down off of my shoulders by the time
we were on the road. He bent down and nibbled on my nipple while
he began worming his finger into my pussy. 

As much as I hated what was happening to me I wasn't a robot. All
of the touching, all of the public exposure, it was starting to
build up. I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. But I
was starting to feel pretty horny. I didn't want to satisfy that
need with any of these boys. I would much rather retire to the
privacy of my bathroom back in my small but secure apartment
building and satisfy that need with my shower massager.

Unfortunately I knew that wasn't what was going to happen.

I wasn't paying any attention to where we were going. When the
car came to a stop and Keary shut the engine off I thought we
were back at their house. I had started to get out of the car
before I realized that we were parked in front of a liquor
store.

Keary came around and pulled me the rest of the way out of the
SUV. He handed me a fifty dollar bill and said, "Come on. We need
some beer."

I stood there as he started to walk away and sputtered, "Keary! I
can't buy you beer! Your father would kill me!"

He came back and grabbed my arm and as we walked toward the store
he said, "Then don't tell him you stupid cunt!"

We went inside and the only one in the store was an old man who
sat behind the counter and gave us the evil eye. I was
embarrassed to be seen in this dress and I was certain that he
knew I was buying alcohol for minors. But I avoided his eyes and
followed Keary. He seemed to know what he wanted and where it was
located.

I followed him to the cooler and he picked up two cases of beer.
We went to the cash register and I handed the cash Keary had
given me to the old man. 

He looked at Keary and then he looked at me skeptically and
asked, "You got any ID?"

I didn't. The kids had taken my purse sometime during the night
and refused to return it. I shook my head and said, "Please
mister. I'm twenty-four years old."

He just glowered at me and said, "I need to see some ID."

Keary reached his hand over my shoulder and spread the top of my
dress open and said, "How is this for ID?"

The old man never changed expression. He just said, "It's gonna
take a hell of a lot more than a flash of tit to convince me."

Keary smiled and said, "Okay, how about a blowjob?"

I swung my head around and glared at Keary. He couldn't be
serious! That old man must be close to seventy years old! Christ,
it's bad enough having to have sex with him and his brothers and
their two friends. 

I shivered in disgust at the very idea of taking that old man's
cock into my mouth.

He stared at me for a moment, looking mostly at my exposed
breasts, and then he said, "Alright. I'll let you have it for a
blowjob, and the fifty."

Keary sighed and said, "Jesus old man! Give me a break. I'll pay
for the beer and you can have the blowjob. But I want my fucking
change."

The old man thought it over and nodded. He opened his cash
register and took out the change and handed it to Keary.

He closed the register and locked it and stood up. He came around
the counter and grabbed my arm and started to lead me away. He
stopped and turned back and said, "You wait there boy. And there
are cameras all over this place so keep your fucking hands in
your pockets. If anyone comes in tell them I went into the back
to get something." He cackled at his own joke and started towards
the back of the store again.

He pulled me down the aisle and into the back room and closed the
door. He said, "Get that dress off bitch." Then he started
unfastening is chinos. 

I unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on the dress Kyra had
given me and took it off while he stared at my naked body.

He dropped his pants to his ankles and pulled me closer. He
placed my hand on his soft, shriveled up old cock and he ran his
hands over my body roughly. He never said a word after telling me
to take the dress off. He squeezed and pulled on my tits briefly
and groped around the entrance to my pussy for a minute and then
he sat down on a couple of boxes and pulled his pants off of one
leg. He spread his legs and looked up at me.

I dropped to my knees on the dirty floor and looked down at his
still soft cock. I wasn't too hopeful that this was going to go
anywhere. I wasn't that upset about the possibility of not
getting him to have an orgasm. I was just afraid that it might go
on and on indefinitely while I tried.

I took him into my mouth and started to suck. He pushed one of my
hands down and rested it against his balls and I began to tease
them as I sucked his cock. His cock twitched a little and grew
slightly but it never got really hard. I was working like crazy
to suck him and I was getting desperate to get him hard. Then I
got a shock. Suddenly a couple of weak spurts of nasty tasting,
bitter fluid squirted out of the end of his soft cock and he
groaned. 

I gagged at the bitter, acidic fluid in my mouth. I wanted
desperately to spit it out but he was watching me like a hawk. I
struggled to swallow. There wasn't very much of it but it was
making me sick to my stomach. I finally got it down and he pushed
me away and started pulling his pants back on. 

I put my dress back on and buttoned up most of the buttons and
when he was ready we went back out front. Keary looked like he
was getting impatient but it was his fault so fuck him.

The old man said, "You want some more later you bring her back
with you boy."

Keary smiled and nodded and picked up the beer. We went out to
the car and I climbed back into Jimmy's lap while Keary drove
home.

We went inside and the boys changed back into their swimming
trunks. Kyra put her bikini back on. I was ordered to take my
dress off but I wasn't given anything to wear in its place. 

When Kyra and I got back downstairs the boys were all out at the
pool. They each had a beer and I was ordered to put some in a
cooler with ice and put the rest in the refrigerator. I was also
told that a few people were coming over and if the doorbell rang
I was to answer it. 

As I started to walk away Keary said, "If I get any complaints
about you this evening I'm going to come up with something really
nasty to punish you. So just remember, the only time you can say
no is if somebody asks you if you've had enough. Got it?"

I nodded. I didn't know what he might come up with as a
punishment but my situation was horrible enough without being
punished. He was a slightly warped and very cruel boy. I didn't
want to give him the opportunity to punish me. I knew that he
would enjoy it too much.

I had the cooler filled and the beer put away before the others
started showing up. The new additions to the party were the two
couples we had shared the table with at that teen hangout, two
other couples, and the two boys that had groped me at the
counter.

They all seemed happy to see me walking around nude. I realized
that they had all been warned in advance. The girls seemed to
find it almost as amusing as the boys. 

I escorted them out to the patio as they arrived and served them
drinks as ordered. When everyone had arrived I sat in the lap of
Jay, the large boy who had been the biggest problem for me at the
lunch counter. As Jay took advantage of the opportunity to grope
me freely now, Kyra explained how I came to be there and what my
status was. 

Kyra is one strange girl. I honestly believe that she was
enjoying my degradation, my rapes, as much or more than the boys.
I reminded myself that it had been her idea. So I guess she was a
big fan of what they were doing to me. 

As Kyra was explaining I felt Jay's cock growing under me. His
cock felt as big as the rest of him. He was a really large boy. 

When Kyra finished explaining what had happened to me and what my
status was for the next two weeks she said, "And now for that
show that Keary promised you."

Jay stood me on my feet and got up behind me. I didn't know what
was going on, but I knew that something was going to happen to me
and that I wouldn't like it.

Jay was looking around and Kyra pointed out the cushion that was
still sitting on the grass nearby. He grabbed my arm and said,
"Come on bitch. Let's go make nice."

He pulled me over to the cushion and said, "Take my clothes
off."

I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms and dropped it
onto the chair that they had taken the cushion from. I already
knew that he was a large, muscular boy. But when I saw his upper
arms and his torso I was really impressed. Not that I wanted to
throw myself at him or anything. He was just really buff. He had
large, muscular biceps and a powerful chest and a flat, hard
stomach. He looked like you could hit him with a baseball bat and
not hurt him.

I untied the knot in the cord that held his trunks in place and
started sliding them down. There was a large bulge in the front
and when I pulled them out and away from his cock and down I
uncovered the largest cock I had ever seen. Well, I hadn't seen
that many. But this thing was BIG! It was at least ten inches
long and nearly as big around as my forearm. 

I stopped pulling his trunks down and stared in terror at his
cock. Under my breath I said, "Oh my god!"

I looked up at him and said nervously, "That won't go in me! It
won't fit! You'll tear me!"

He just smiled and said, "You won't be the first, you won't be
the last. Don't worry bitch. Once I get it in you are going to
love it. They all do."

I continued staring for a moment until Keary broke my reverie.
"Is there a problem over there?"

I shook my head but I was terrified. I pushed his trunks down
past his knees and they fell to his feet. He kicked them away and
stood naked in front of me and said, "Bend over and kiss it. Kiss
it all over. Make it as happy as it's going to make your cunt in
a little while."

I bent over and wrapped my hand around that massive cock and
pulled it down away from his flat, muscular belly. I kissed the
head and licked the lubricant from around the hole in the end of
it. I licked all around the large, bulbous, dark purple head and
then I kissed it all over as he had ordered. I bent lower and
licked and kissed his balls and then I returned to kissing his
cock.

He watched me for a few minutes and then he said, "Let's see how
much of it you can get in your mouth bitch. I hear you can
deepthroat. I've always wondered what that was like."

I gasped and looked up at his smiling face. He said, "Come on
bitch. If you won't do it for me I can always go home and get my
dog. Would you rather do it for my dog?
I was looking him right in the face when he said that. He was
serious!

Everyone had gotten up from the table and gathered around us in a
circle. It was bad enough when they were sitting nearby staring.
Now it truly was a show-like atmosphere. I could hear the obscene
comments more clearly now and as they closed in around me I felt
so much more like I was trapped. I realized that the difference
was just in my mind. I was trapped regardless of where the
audience was. That didn't make the feeling any less real though.

I took the head of Jay's oversized cock into my mouth and tried
to take as much of him in as I could. It was a truly massive slab
of meat and I knew there was no way I would be able to take it
into my throat. It was so big around that I could only get about
three inches of it into my mouth! He watched me struggle with it
for several minutes and then he said, "That ain't gonna cut it,
bitch. You're going to have to do a lot better than that. Come on
now. Put your heart into it."

I was trying so hard. But it hurt. It hurt a lot and I knew that
I couldn't do it. He tried to force it. He gripped my head in his
large hands and as he thrust with his hips he pulled on my head
with his hands and still he couldn't get even half of his big
cock into my mouth.

I heard laughter and I glanced up through my tear filled eyes to
see Kyra with that damned movie camera. She saw me looking and
said, "I can't wait to see the bitch sucking off your dog, Jay."

A couple of the girls exclaimed, "Ewww! That's gross Kyra!" It
sounded like a lot of the boys wanted to see it though.

Jay laughed and said, "Maybe later. I haven't given up on the
bitch yet. She is swallowing more than most chicks can handle."

Kyra said, "I have an idea Jay. Let her go for a minute."

Jay let my head go and stepped back. I was gasping for breath and
crying like a baby. 

Kyra started giving directions to some of the boys and two of
them helped me to my feet and someone put the cushion back on the
lounge chair. I was picked up and stretched out on my back on the
chair with my head hanging down over the foot of it.

The boys that had placed me on my back on the chair continued to
hold me down and I was starting to panic now. They were holding
me firmly in place and I was helpless.

I started pleading with them to let me go. I thought that it had
to be obvious that no human female could take that massive cock
into their throat. It would surely tear something. They were
going to kill me with a cock!

My pleas were ignored and Jay was urged on as he dropped to his
knees by my head. He pressed the end of his cock against my lips
and when I tried to turn away someone twisted and pulled
violently on my nipple. I screamed in pain and Jay took the
opportunity to force the head of his cock back into my mouth.

I stopped fighting for a few seconds. I knew that I was beaten.
But when the head of his cock started pressing against the
entrance to my throat the pain became unbearable and I couldn't
help fighting back. I was in fear of losing my life now, or at
the very least suffering permanent damage to my throat. I was
struggling with all of my might. Unfortunately, it was all to no
avail.

Jay was fucking my face brutally and I had never experienced such
pain in my life. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the head of
his cock entered my throat and as the shaft began to slide
through my mouth and into my throat I mercifully passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I awoke the kids
were all back at their large table, drinking beer and talking
excitedly. I felt an unbearable pain in my throat. Jay must have
continued fucking me after I passed out. I could taste his foul
cum in my mouth. So he must have fucked my mouth and throat until
he reached his orgasm.

Someone noticed that I had come to my senses and Kyra yelled,
"Hey cunt! Get your lazy ass over here! Christ, I thought you
were going to sleep all fucking day!"

I struggled to turn over and got up from the lounge chair I had
been tortured on. I walked unsteadily over to where the kids were
all gathered and Kyra said, "Go get everyone another beer. Then
come over here. I have something I want to show you."

I counted heads to see how many beers I needed. The couples had
left while I was unconscious. Kyra and I were the only females
here now. It was us and seven horny boys. And she was far from
being any help to me when it came to satisfying their lust. Just
the opposite, she urged them to greater acts of depravity at
every opportunity.

Once I had returned and served everyone their beers, Keary pulled
me into his lap and ordered me to lo