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Drugged Into Sin
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)

***

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly 
toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind 
the open door so that he could see her in the shower, 
but she couldn't see him! (MF, nc, rp, bd, drugs)

***

The skies were clouded with the gray misty haze that 
make February days in the East so depressing. Christine 
looked out of her bedroom window and onto the back 
campus of the fashionable Eastern boarding school she 
was forced to attend since her parents had been killed 
in an accident two years ago. Until that time she had 
been completely happy in the local high school in the 
small, but friendly farming community in Southeastern 
Pennsylvania. 

Although she was less than three hundred miles from her 
hometown she found the locale of the school far from 
cheerful. Coal mines, grey dust, smoky mountains did 
not replace the grain fields, green lawns, plentiful 
foliage which she could enjoy when she looked out of 
her bedroom window at home.

Home! What a laugh, she thought. Since her parents 
death she had been living with an aunt and uncle who 
were her legal guardians until she reached twenty-one. 
They had control of the insurance money, which would 
have actually left her quite well off, and decided that 
it would be best, to send her away to school. Christine 
was certain that they were going to make sure that she 
never got any of the money even when she did reach the 
legal age, and that was why she was being sent away to 
school. After all, her aunt and uncle had never had 
children of their own and what did they know about a 
young girl's feelings and needs. They just wanted her 
out of the way!

Well, just two more weeks until Spring Vacation. This 
thought brightened her spirits considerably. She was 
being allowed to bring her boyfriend home for the two 
weeks since his parents were on an extended cruise of 
the Caribbean.  Two weeks to share things with Jimmy! 
The restrictions placed on all the boarding students at 
the school made it almost impossible to have a normal 
dating relationship. She was seventeen. Jimmy was 
eighteen and they had to sneak even a good-night kiss 
after the Saturday night dances sponsored by the 
school. 

The dormitory mother was always there watching 
disapprovingly as if it were a sordid, dirty thing to 
show any sort of affection. "Public display of 
affection is disgusting!" That had been drilled into 
the girls' heads from the first day they arrived at the 
school. If you were caught in what the faculty 
considered a "compromising situation" -- such as 
holding hands, you were campused for a week for 
"Socializing." It seemed that they were so afraid that 
one of the girls would get in trouble, and this alone 
stifled any normal, healthy relationship between the 
boys and girls.

Until she had been sent away to school she had always 
been allowed to date freely. Her parents trusted her 
and with her strict Methodist upbringing a girl just 
didn't let things get out of hand. She valued her 
virginity and planned to save it for her future 
husband, but a good-night kiss was far from going "all 
the way," as her generation put it.

Her feelings for Jimmy she felt were love. She enjoyed 
his kisses, brief caresses, and found herself longing 
for more, but she had always kept herself in check -- 
or at least the school rules had!

Now she would be able to spend two whole weeks with 
Jimmy. Even though it would be under the supervision of 
her aunt and uncle, it would be far more relaxed than 
the strict., unreasonable school regulations.

Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydreams as the 
chapel bell rang, signaling the start of the next 
class. She walked slowly across the street to the main 
building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy before she 
went to her French class.

The two weeks went quickly and as the Greyhound Bus 
rolled down the forest lined mountain roads Christine 
felt a new exhilaration and an unexplainable 
apprehension about the coming vacation. Jimmy held her 
hand tightly and kissed her light on the cheek.

"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" he asked.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking what it's going 
to be like to spend a whole two weeks with you -- 
without the school's regulations and eyes staring at 
us. We've been able to control our emotions so far, but 
I was wondering whether it is because we are strong or 
because we had to."

"Don't worry. I know how you feel about things and I 
would never do anything to hurt you. Now relax."

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, 
picturing the rolling green lawns, the trees in the 
backyard and smiled to herself. This was going to be a 
good vacation. Jimmy stared at her as she sat there, so 
peaceful, so full of hopes and dreams. She is a 
beautiful girl, he thought. His eyes wandered over the 
full length of her body.

The thin cotton dress she was wearing did little to 
conceal the already ripe body of a woman.

The neckline of her dress was just low enough to reveal 
the slight cleavage of her already full ample breasts, 
too full for a seventeen year old.

The material clung tightly around her midriff 
accentuating the firm, round globes, the small waist 
and the fullness of her hips. Her legs were long and 
slender, almost fawn-like. Yes indeed, she's quite a 
knockout! I'm a very lucky guy!

The four hour bus ride passed rapidly and as the driver 
called out "Lancaster, Pa." Jimmy reached across her 
and shook her gently to wake her up. His arm brushed 
against the firm fullness of her breasts and sent a 
chill through his body and settled in his loins.

Christine stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She 
smiled at him and said, "Well, here we are!" She got 
out of her seat to make room for Jimmy and reached for 
a small bag on the overhead rack. As she stretched she 
gave him, as well as the other passengers, a brief 
glimpse of her stockinged legs and the white flesh 
which showed between her nylons and her garter belt.

Jimmy drew a sharp breath, trying to fight back the 
slight bulge which was about to show through his 
tailored slacks. He reached up to help her with the 
bag, so she went ahead, out the door into the warm 
sunshine of southern Pennsylvania.

She looked around the small station until she spotted 
her Aunt Helen and Uncle Roger. After hurried 
introductions, they piled into the station wagon and 
headed for the farm. She was not particularly fond of 
her aunt and uncle. Her aunt tried to be kind and 
understanding, but her uncle was a different story.  
She felt uneasy when she was alone in a room with him. 
His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel 
completely naked and defenseless. His hands would 
always be accidentally brushing against her behind or 
across her chest as he pretended to reach for 
something. She just didn't trust him, and today was no 
different. She could feel his eyes burning right 
through the material of her summer dress. His stare was 
so obvious that she wondered why her aunt hadn't 
noticed it. But that was Aunt Helen, trusting and 
completely oblivious to things going on around her!

Thank God Jimmy is here, she thought. At least maybe 
now he will keep his hands to himself and stop those 
awful, degrading looks. He just makes me feel dirty.

She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as the 
car moved along through the residential section of town 
to the country. The sweet smell of trees budding, grass 
growing and the crocus blooming revitalized her 
spirits, and she reached across the seat and grabbed 
Jimmy's hand. He returned her affectionate squeeze and 
gave her a quick smile.

He's just nervous about meeting my relatives, she 
thought. But he was trying desperately to control the 
flood of emotion he was feeling. Here he was, away from 
the school for a whole two weeks with one of the 
loveliest and most sensual girls he had ever met, 
holding her hand, and finally they would have a chance 
to be alone. He could feel the tightening grow between 
his legs and feel his penis straining against its 
confines.

I've got to get this off my mind, he mused, and tried 
to force himself to look at the scenery and think of 
something else... anything else! He wanted her 
desperately! Too desperately!

They pulled up the drive to the house. It was a quaint 
farmhouse,, the kind you see on the postcards of the 
Pennsylvania Dutch country. The hex signs were freshly 
painted on the side of the barn which was a contrast to 
the weathered wood of the rest of the building. A huge 
sheep dog came running to greet them, jumping up on the 
side of the car.

"That's Bear," Christine said. "I've had him since he's 
been a puppy!"

Everyone piled out of the car and headed for the house.

"I'll show you to your room, Jimmy," her uncle said. 
"You women can make us all something to eat, I'm 
starved."

Reluctantly Jimmy followed her uncle up the stair to 
the second floor of the house. He was hoping that 
Christine would have shown him to his room. At least 
then he could have held her for a moment and kissed her 
properly.

Oh well, he thought. Perhaps this is best. After all, 
we do have a lot of time ahead of us.

Supper was light and informal. Christine seemed to 
virtually gulp her food so that there would be time 
after dinner to show Jimmy around the farm. She glanced 
across the table at him, then lowered her eyes and 
blushed slightly. I know he wants to be with me as much 
as I want to be with him, she thought to herself. 
Tonight will be the first time we've been alone since 
I've known him.

Her uncle gave her one of his lustful looks that made 
her feel that he could sense what she was thinking. It 
made her skin begin to crawl and she turned her head 
away from his knowing gaze.

The moon was bright as they walked across the yard 
toward the barn. Jimmy held onto her hand and leaned 
over to kiss her forehead.

"You look lovely in this light, more lovely than I've 
ever seen you."

She could feel a burning sensation in her loins, 
gnawing at her very being, and she knew that she had to 
have this desire satisfied. She stood very still, 
looking at Jimmy, almost coyly, a vague and graceful 
sylph. Her breasts were barely covered by the low, 
tight fit of the dress and he could see the tautness of 
the flesh of her ribs as it strained against the 
material and accentuated the enormous, proud thrust of 
her breasts.

She moved closer towards him, the flesh of her thighs 
rippling in sinuous hollows.

He stood rooted to the spot, gazing at her. He was 
unable to move and could only wait for her to come to 
him. He could feel his penis, hot and pulsing, forming 
a great jut under his thin trousers. He felt helpless 
against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab 
her and take her right there on the barn floor raced 
through his entire body. He was aware only of her, a 
movement of firm, beautiful flesh towards him and the 
enormous, scorching tingle in the lower regions of his 
loins.

She reached out for him and clasped him tightly, 
desperately, breathing heavily. The tenderness and love 
he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he 
gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or else 
it will be too late, I can't wait much longer for you!" 
Her answer was a low, animal-like moan, throaty and 
promising. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his 
face down against her so that their cheeks caressed, as 
the other intimate end of her body pressed and bumped 
against him, rubbing up and down against the hard 
protuberance of his erection.  

With a feeling of despair that they were two people 
rather than one, he buried his lips in her neck and 
moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth, flawless 
flesh of her upper back until it was hidden in the 
confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers reached 
the start of the outward bulge of her hips, he strained 
her body against him.  His hands moved on down over and 
around the softness of her flesh until they were 
cupping her buttocks in a sensual 
ecstasy of their own. He forced her hips in at his, 
crushing her against his penis until it hurt him, 
torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as 
she strained into him, then she relaxed and her 
buttocks expanded fully into his hands.

"You love me?" he whispered.

Her arms moved around his neck in reply and the 
pressure was so great that when she kissed him his lips 
were crushed back on his teeth and he could hardly 
breathe.

"I love you," she whispered softly.

His hands ran over her body with growing urgency, over 
the fullness of her breasts, the roundness of her hips 
and the resilient firmness of her thighs.  His fingers 
began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up 
until he could feel the soft silk of her panties. She 
moaned quietly under his persistent touch and pulled 
him downward to the hay covered floor. His fingers 
found the tight elastic of her leg-band and gently, but 
persistently pushed them inside until he could feel the 
soft pubic mound and the most intimate part of her 
body. She wriggled under his touch, knowing that she 
should stop him but straining her body toward his 
fingers at the same time.  Slowly he tugged at the 
brief panties until she lay completely exposed and 
vulnerable to his touch and every wanton caress.

His penis was throbbing wildly inside the tight 
confines of his trousers.  Reluctantly he released one 
hand and tugged at the zipper of his fly. He had to 
free his pulsing, demanding organ. He had to have 
relief from this sweet torture. The urgency of his 
passion seemed to become unbearable and his swollen 
penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply towards 
his belly as he released it.

"Oooohhhhhh, darling, we must stop! It isn't right. Not 
now. I can't... I can't..." Christine moaned softly, 
but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes away 
from his thick, warm staff as it jerked upwards. It 
sent a desire through her that she had never felt 
before. They had necked and petted, but it had never 
gotten this far. She had felt the stiffness of his 
manhood through his trousers, but she had never seen it 
and she found it difficult to believe the size, it had 
grown to in his excitement.

Sharply, she turned on her side, extending her smooth, 
round buttocks towards him. She reached behind him and 
pulled him towards her until she could feel the 
hardness and the jerking of his cock against her 
stomach.

Once more he let his hands wander down towards the 
intimate crease of her vagina and slowly began to 
finger the pubic mound, searching for the tiny hair-
lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard 
little clitoris which he had read about in sex books 
and he massaged it gently while Christine moaned and 
writhed her body furiously under his touch.

"That's wonderful," she breathed, almost indistinctly 
as she let her own hands drop down to caress his 
throbbing cock. He gasped at the suddenness of her 
touch against his bare flesh, it was almost too much 
for him to stand. He began to rock his body back and 
forth as her hand grasped tighter and tighter around 
the frustrated penis. The agony was unbearable and he 
finally found the tight, elastic slit of her vagina and 
forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm 
channel. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden 
intrusion.

"Ooooooooh! Stop, darling. That hurts. You'll have to 
do it slower."

But, the boy was breathing too rapidly now to listen to 
her plea and continued the punishing movement of his 
fingers, more quickly and powerfully. She could feel 
the pressure in her loins begin to lessen as her vagina 
began to lubricate with her love fluid, but she was 
afraid that he could puncture the virginity that she 
had so highly and carefully protected. She tried to 
push him away, but the weight of his body prevented her 
from moving her hands. His penis was jerking and 
throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her 
tightly clenched fists. He felt that he could not wait, 
he was about to cum and he wanted to ram his denied 
prick deep into her belly. He had to have her and have 
her now!

Christine began to cough out sounds from her throat 
until he was not sure whether he was really hurting her 
that badly or whether it was some choking passion. With 
a great effort he slowed his rhythm of finger fucking 
and tried to force her over on her back so that he 
could take her as she should be taken.

"Nooooo, Jimmy. We mustn't do this! We must save it, 
darling, we must save it!"

Ignoring her pleas in his pent-up passion, he forced 
her backward until she lay completely open, exposed and 
vulnerable. His penis was about to burst as his hands 
went to his loins in an effort to pry her fingers away 
from his thick, stiffened staff so that he could 
totally impale her with his maleness.  She tried to 
tighten her grip around the jerking flesh as he pulled 
back away from her touch, but she could feel her 
fingers slowly losing their grip.

As her fingers could feel the hard, rounded head of his 
penis leave her grip, he gasped, "Damn... damn it! I'm 
going to cum... I'm going to cum now!" She could feel a 
sudden bursting and sticky substance cover the palm of 
her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in thwarted 
passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles of 
his prick as they relaxed and contracted, shooting 
forth his sperm into her hand and onto the barn floor, 
and finally with a last weakening thrust he flopped 
forward onto her, his penis deflating and slipping out 
of her hand.

Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid 
her gaze and zip his pants at the same time. All of a 
sudden he felt embarrassed and ashamed...  ashamed of 
the fact that he might have raped her and now that his 
pent-up desire had been satisfied, at least to a 
certain extent, he did not know what to say.

She just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her 
waist, her panties were at her ankles and she looked at 
him... or looked through him with almost unseeing eyes, 
he was not sure which.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm not," she replied, "but we can't let this happen 
again, Jimmy. We came too close this time."

He nodded in agreement, but he knew that since it had 
gone this far, the next time there would be no 
stopping. He sensed that she knew it too, but these 
were words that had to be spoken for propriety's sake 
and to salve the conscience. Slowly she got dressed and 
straightened her rumpled skirt as much as possible and 
got to her feet.

"We'd better get back to the house before they become 
suspicious," she whispered, and kissed him wetly on the 
cheek.

As they walked from the barn, she noticed a long shadow 
across the doorway.  When she looked up she saw who was 
standing there... her uncle! I wonder how long he's 
been outside?

Was he listening? Watching? She said nothing, but 
grabbed Jimmy's hand and walked straight to the house.

Christine went straight to her room after again kissing 
Jimmy lightly on the cheek. Her bedroom and bath were 
in the opposite end of the big house -- away from her 
aunt and uncle and away from Jimmy! She liked to have 
her privacy when she was home and she felt safe being 
away from the lustful gaze of her uncle. He made her 
feel so uneasy, she just didn't trust him.

She lay on her bed fully-clothed for several minutes 
thinking about her experience with Jimmy in the barn. 
She had never felt a desire grow so strong. The 
unfulfilled desire and passion still ached between her 
legs and she was slightly regretful that she hadn't let 
Jimmy take her right then and there. They were in love, 
she rationalized, so it wouldn't have been so bad ... 
people in love were supposed to feel like this.

Dreamily she let her hands roam over the young, 
voluptuous curves of her body.  Her full, white breasts 
were still taut from the passionate caresses of her 
lover -- or rather, would-be lover. She played with the 
hard, pink nipples beneath her blouse making them stand 
even more erect and she pinched them between her 
fingers until they ached with a strange all-pervading 
desire. She rubbed them pensively, lifting her breasts 
so that they were cupped lazily in the palms of her 
hands. The caress made her feel drowsily sexy and very 
unfulfilled. Her attention was directed towards the 
softness of her thighs, and the maddening tingle which 
burned deep in her loins. She pressed her legs tightly 
together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly 
against the soft pulsing lips of her vagina.

She looked quickly around her empty room, then, licking 
her lips in secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her 
dress up over her thighs until the white strips of 
satin covered elastic which held her stockings taut 
were exposed.  She raised them gently away from the 
softness of her leg and let them fall back with a 
faint, exciting snap onto her bare skin. She raised 
herself off the bed and quickly pushed aside the crotch 
band of her silk bikini panties and let her fingers 
stray casually to the sparse hair-lined lips of her 
vagina.

She plucked tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her 
fingers along the warm, moist slit down between her 
legs. They dipped slightly into the throbbing orifice 
where her warm, open channel was throbbing impatiently 
to receive attention. She hesitated for a moment, 
thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but 
she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep 
in her belly. And suddenly with a deep helpless moan, 
she spread her legs out wide and propped her feet up on 
the wall next to her bed, keeping her thighs well 
apart. She stared down, watching with undisguised 
fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft 
strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina 
gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down 
to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

She moistened her lips again and she could feel her 
heart begin to pound furiously as her eyes were glazed 
and staring unseeing at the ceiling.

She teased her forefinger along the exposed opening, 
pressing gently into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail 
scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her 
clitoris, making the tactile piece of soft, pink flesh 
stand up boldly.  Her middle finger meanwhile, slipped 
unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing 
vagina, working its way insistently deeply into the 
warm, moist cavern.

She half closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her 
aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and 
out of the tiny opening until her buttocks were 
twitching automatically in a clenching and unclenching 
rhythm. Her other hand wandered back to her full, white 
breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and 
pinch at the stiffened nipples. Her desire now had 
become almost uncontrollable. She recalled her sex 
experiences at school which had been so frustrating 
because of the close watch they kept on the girls and 
her urge to be satisfied mounted. Her fingers were now 
racing in and out of her vagina as she fingered herself 
with rising passion and desire. 

She wiggled her buttocks violently, thrusting her loins 
down upon the intruding, but maddening fingers.  She 
wanted to be fulfilled... now! If only that were 
possible. Why hadn't she let Jimmy take her... why... 
why. She let herself be carried away on a tide of 
remembrance of his hands on her naked flesh, savoring 
each erotic memory, slowly increasing the tempo of her 
fingering until her fingers were flashing in and out of 
her aching cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion.

She panted desperately as the sensations in her 
tormented vagina building wildly to the breaking point. 
She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the 
wall, and she delved even more furiously into the tight 
pulsating orifice. Clenching her thumb and forefinger 
over the nipple of her breast she pinched hard, 
bruising the taut throbbing bud... pinching... 
pinching!

Suddenly she lay completely still poised for a split 
second on the brink of orgasm.

She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in violent, 
eclipsing contractions as she felt herself suddenly 
explode inside! She had never reached a climax before 
and she let herself writhe in complete and utter 
abandonment as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion 
bubbling around deep inside her.

She let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief and slowly 
and gently withdrew her glistening fingers from the 
well of her vagina. The lips closed silently, 
gratefully together as the last of her passion juices 
seeped wetly between her fingers.

She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious after 
moments of her masturbation, and her fingers rested 
lightly on the hard mound of her pubic hair, playing 
softly with the intimate curls between her legs.

Hesitantly she got up from her bed, undressed and threw 
a thin robe carelessly around her shoulders and walked 
to the bathroom, still in a sex-satisfied daze. She 
stared at her self in the full length mirror in the 
bath, admiring the ripe, sensual curves of her body. 
She did not have the body of the average seventeen year 
old, she was much fuller, much more rounded, like that 
of a full grown woman, yet without the telltale 
wrinkles or sagging. Her skin was supple and porcelain, 
completely without blemish.

Since she was alone in this part of the house, she 
didn't bother to close the bathroom door and the 
overhead light from the hallway gave her a better view 
of her body. She had never felt so sure of herself, as 
though she were the first woman to ever experience such 
a climax and she swayed slightly as if to make-believe 
music as she looked and admired herself in the mirror. 
She was so enthralled with her movements and her new 
awakening that she didn't notice or hear the door open 
at the far end of the hall and close quietly behind 
another person... a man! She turned on the shower and 
bent to feel the water temperature before hopping in. 
The glass enclosure around the shower was clear so that 
she could watch herself as she washed, except for the 
slight steam from the hot water.

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly 
toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind 
the open door so that he could see her in the shower, 
but she couldn't see him!

His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in 
his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a 
matter of seconds it had reached full erectness. He let 
his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it 
jerked against the thin material. Slow down, he gloated 
silently to himself ... wait for a few minutes and you 
will have complete satisfaction as you take this 
lovely, virginal girl. The thought of being inside her 
made it almost impossible for him to control himself, 
but he tried to concentrate on watching her wash 
herself, as if she were preparing herself for the 
sacrifice!

He gazed at the tight orifice of her bottom as she bent 
to soap her legs. She had long, full buttocks, very 
slender at the start under the slim waist, billowing 
out like a sail in the wind and rounding into perfect, 
round thighs.  Her rear looked deep and enticing, the 
buttocks jutted nicely with a warm-looking dark 
cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to 
reveal the darker point of her tiny almost concealed 
anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as 
she soaped and they seemed to flow up and down in a 
continual motion of sensuality.

She straightened and turned a little. Her profile was 
remarkable! It wasn't often you got such a perfect 
woman. Her breasts were high and full, white mounds of 
firm, soft flesh and her belly was as flat as a board. 
She moved around a little more and he saw the light 
muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her pubic 
mound and the intimate folds of her vagina. His penis 
jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled 
eyes. She was a picture of grace and symmetry -- long-
bodied, long-legged. She had delicately strong features 
and she reminded him of the first young girl he had 
ever had years ago, and now she would be had again! 
Except that he would be the first man to ever have her! 
He was certain of that!

He loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and 
pulled out his giant penis, stiff and throbbing and 
stroked it reflectively. Should he rush in and take her 
there on the bathroom rug, or wait a bit to savor the 
anticipation.  He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. 
He would wait. He took a last look at the long statue 
of silky, living flesh and ducked down the hall into 
one corner of her bedroom to wait for her to come out 
of the shower.

He waited impatiently, knowing that he would be the 
first man to penetrate her virginal body. He reflected 
on the scene he had witnessed in the barn between her 
and her boyfriend. She had pushed him away trying to 
save her virginity -- but tonight, he would have her! 
He could just picture the look on her face as he would 
go toward her -- the fear, the horror and the utter 
uselessness her struggles would be against him and his 
massive rod. He would hold her down unmercifully, let 
his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead 
her breasts until she wanted to scream out in pain and 
finally he would push his pulsing, gigantic prick up to 
the deepest depths of her belly, penetrating that thin 
membrane of her virginity and fuck her until she begged 
for him to stop. He could hardly wait for her to come 
out of the bathroom. His passion was at a fever pitch 
and his loins ached in anticipation. He had waited a 
long time to get at his niece and now the time had 
arrived.

It seemed like an hour, but he finally heard the shower 
turned off and her voice as she sang quietly to 
herself. Proud bitch, he thought to himself.  Well, you 
won't be so proud when I'm through with you. I'm going 
to fuck the daylights out of you until no one else -- 
especially that pious boyfriend of yours -- will even 
want to look at you. Your body will be so bruised from 
passion that you won't want to see tomorrow's sunlight. 
These thoughts excited him beyond belief. She wouldn't 
dare tell anyone, either. She would be too scared and 
too ashamed! He laughed lewdly at this thought. This 
was going to be a night to remember.

She dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub 
sensually against her body.  She could still feel a 
slight tingle between her legs and in the tightness of 
her nipples as she rubbed her breasts dry. She wanted 
to go back to the privacy of her room and masturbate 
again, but put this thought out of her mind. Am I 
turning into a sex-starved fiend, she mused and blushed 
softly!  She had managed to fight down her desire in 
the barn, and had satisfied herself with her own hands 
and fingers and had protected her precious virginity. 
That was all that really mattered anyway!

Without bothering to put her robe back on she walked to 
her bedroom, strutting like a peacock, stretching her 
body with each step. She locked the door and lazily 
dropped on her bed, extending her naked sensual body 
out full length and closed her eyes to go to sleep. 
Suddenly, without actually realizing why, she sat 
straight up. She had a feeling that someone was 
watching her! She looked around the room and called out 
softly with bated breath. "Who's there?" 

When no answer came, she rationalized that it was just 
her guilty conscience and lay back on the pillow once 
again. Then she saw a movement!  Her closet door was 
flung open and she was face to face with her uncle! She 
wanted to scream, but it seemed to stick in her throat 
and nothing but a dry, helpless rasp came out. "Hello, 
Christine," he laughed with an unmistakable gleam in 
his small beady eyes. "Expecting someone else? Your 
boyfriend, perhaps?"

She reached for the quilt at the end of the bed in an 
effort to cover her nakedness, but her uncle quickly 
grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely 
exposed as he leered down at her, his eyes devouring 
every part of her soft, nude body.

Her eyes were wide with fright and she tried to think 
clearly, but the only things in her mind were her fear 
of her uncle, her hatred of him and her love for Jimmy.

"So you've been having a little affair with your 
boyfriend, have you? He's got class, hasn't he? 
Wouldn't take you in the barn tonight? You liked that, 
didn't you, you little tease? Don't try to lie to me, I 
saw the whole thing, you teasing little bitch!"

His desire had become sadistic now and he relished the 
look of fear that was frozen on her pretty face. She 
closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of 
terror that were starting, and he moved closer to her.

"Don't scream, my darling niece, or I'll have to gag 
you! I've watched you for a long time and now I'm going 
to have you... break you in right. I'll teach you a few 
things and some new tricks that you can go back and 
teach that young friend of yours!" He laughed 
menacingly as his hand reached out and grabbed one of 
her breasts cruelly.

"When I'm through with you, you won't be a virgin 
anywhere on your body. What do you think of that?"

She tried, once again, to scream, but his hand crashed 
hard across her face in warning and she knew that it 
would be useless to fight.

She turned towards him, the color drained from her 
face, the fight for composure lost in a second, 
everything given away.

His laugh was menacing, the edge of the snarl like a 
razor. He was not going to show her any mercy, she was 
sure of that!

"What has been going on between you two? What else 
besides what I saw in the barn tonight?" His voice had 
risen to a roar.

"Answer me, answer me!" he almost screamed, and with a 
second blow from his hand something snapped inside her. 
Her fear for this brute had continued so long that it 
was either going to be pent-up inside forever, or it 
would break into rebellion now!

"We love each other," she hurled back at him.

"Well, well--so you're in love. I wonder how much he 
will love you after I'm through with you?" He laughed 
cruelly again, almost spitting out the terrible words 
at her.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pinning 
her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her 
throat he let his other roam lustfully over the curves 
of her breasts, pinching her already sore nipples and 
over the firm flatness of her belly. His fingers 
slowly, teasingly, ran down the supple flesh of her 
thighs, running towards her knees on the outside of her 
leg and then tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the 
inside of her legs, squeezing the plumpness of her 
thighs just below the pubis. She froze, her whole body 
stiffened under his repelling touch. Oh God! I can't 
let him do this to me, she thought, but she knew that 
it was already too late.

She opened her eyes slightly and she could see his 
massive prick sticking stiffly out from underneath his 
cotton pajamas. He was huge! His gigantic manhood was 
jerking up against his belly, the head was red and 
throbbing. He saw her look at his manhood and chuckled, 
"You like it? Be patient... you shall have it shortly. 
You shall have it everywhere!"

He wanted to hurt her, violently, to humiliate her. He 
wanted to rape her, to sink his penis into her, submit 
her painfully to him. He wanted to humiliate her in a 
way that would really bite deep so that she couldn't 
possibly imagine that it was a kind, patient lover 
between her legs.

He saw her body naked and prostrate, beautiful as he 
had imagined it from the brief spying in the shower. 
Without effort he pinioned her to the bed and stripped 
feverishly at his own clothing.

She lay back on the bed, frozen in horror, eyes almost 
closed, and her face bruised and aching from where he 
had slapped her. She knew he was going to take her and 
the thought made her sick, but she felt too weak to 
move, too feeble to resist.

He came at her, his mouth in a fleshy snarl, his eyes 
crazy. His penis was taut, throbbing. It looked like an 
enormous bud bursting into blossom on the end of a 
thick, woody stem.

She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, 
but he was having the time of his life sadistically 
taunting her this way. Once again, his hand moved over 
her breasts, kneading and pinching mercilessly while 
his other hand cupped over the soft pubic hair between 
her legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly 
through the soft down spreading the lips of her 
cringing pussy until he found the flesh of her 
clitoris. He rubbed it cruelly until it stood up 
involuntarily from the obscene teasing.

"See, you do like it, you little bitch," he hissed. She 
could say nothing, as this terrible unwanted sensation 
rippled through her body.

His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his 
other fingers searched for the tight, virginal slit of 
her vagina. He found it and pushed and prodded at the 
soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one finger in 
slowly... teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his 
touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his 
fingering, but he just pushed harder until his finger 
slipped wetly into the moist, warm cavern between her 
legs. He could feel the walls of her vagina cling tight 
around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, 
trying to force the juices of love from her. It was a 
natural reaction and he wanted her to be completely wet 
and open when he did ram it into her. 

Finally, he inserted another finger into her vagina. 
They would hardly fit she was so tight. God, she's 
going to be a good screw, he thought lewdly. She's so 
fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he 
continued his intrusion, and worked his fingers around 
and around inside her stretching cunt. She could not 
get away from him. 

She wanted to be sick, she couldn't stand the thought 
of his huge penis, penetrating her. His two fingers 
were too big for her to take--what in the world would 
she do when he finally did impale her with that monster 
protruding out from his belly!

With his two fingers deeply imbedded inside her vagina, 
he could feel a shudder run through her whole body and 
hear her whimper in a muffled moaning sound. He moved 
his fingers around inside against the jelly-like 
surface of her tight, restrictive cunt, reaching right 
up to the high arch deep inside where it ran into her 
cervix.

She squirmed and writhed with desperate energy, but he 
held her fast, and, at one furious point, he steadied 
her by clutching one hand around her bare waist, 
feeling how he could squeeze and crush her, perhaps 
snap the top half of her from the bottom at that 
brittle junction. He moved forward and pinned her 
writhing body tightly down into the squeaking mattress.

Struggling would do no good, she realized that, but yet 
she felt that she had to at least try to protect 
herself. The weight of his body over her and the 
pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all 
but useless and she could feel his strong erection as 
it jerked against the flesh of the inside of her thigh. 
She knew that he was going to take her... now! His 
breath was as rapid as a dog in heat and she waited in 
helpless horror for the dreadful humiliation that she 
was going to have to endure at the hands of her lust-
crazed uncle.

She felt him move his pulsing penis higher up between 
her thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to fight 
back the urge to be sick. She felt it probing, slipping 
at her between his guiding fingers. It felt massive...  
entirely too big to ever fit into her virginal slit.

God, it's impossible... it won't fit... it can't go 
in... it's impossible! she thought, but as the thoughts 
were racing through her mind she could feel him slowly, 
agonizingly slowly forcing his way into the tight, 
unyielding hole.  She could sense her body screeching 
in every pore as he tried to enter her, to take away 
her precious virginity.

Her stretching vagina felt as if it were a raw wound, a 
raw sensitive wound being both soothed and stimulated 
by an alien pressure which was a result of his depraved 
cruel attack.

A groan spiraled out from the very depths of his chest, 
exploding from his mouth and resounding from what 
seemed to be every corner of the room. She wasn't sure 
whether the noises were entirely his or whether she was 
screaming aloud in her pain and humiliation.

Her vagina ached as the throbbing head of his penis 
pushed harder and harder against the elastic ring of 
her womb. Then, with one gigantic effort he threw back 
his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his 
loins carry themselves forward at the whimpering girl. 
His lust-starved prick flooded into her like a great 
tide, bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and 
deeper into and through the thin membrane of her 
maidenhead until his pelvis smashed hard against the 
roundness of her buttocks. 

He felt the fleshy orbs flattening like a nose against 
a window pane as he squirmed his loins tight down 
between her spread thighs. He wanted to humiliate her, 
hurt her, make her pay for having such a young, 
innocent, but teasing body. He had wanted her for a 
long time and now he was taking her. His head flopped 
forward and he placed his hands convulsively on the 
girl's shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust 
and thrust again deeper and deeper into her cunt. 

He drew them with savoring deliberation down her back 
and held her waist for a second and then clasped her 
hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her 
thighs and loins and his thumbs reached out for each 
other against her buttocks. He pulled the cheeks of her 
ass hard back against his onrush and held his prick 
inside her to its fullest extent while he revolved his 
hips around and around, scraping the tender, aching 
walls of her vagina with its giant blood-filled head.

"Aaaaggggghhhhh... nnnnooooo. Stop, please stop. I 
can't stand it." She groaned, the pain almost too much 
for her to bear. Her virginity had been split wide 
asunder, she was no longer the pure young innocent girl 
of yesterday and this animal of a man was rocking back 
and forth on top of her fucking into her like a 
stallion gone mad.

Her own uncle...

She wanted to cry out her desperate hate, but she could 
feel herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a 
faint as his huge penis battered deeper and deeper into 
her belly.

He lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing 
prick, moist along its whole length from her 
involuntary secretions and a slight trickling of blood 
as he rammed again and again into her. He saw the 
ragged pink edges of her flesh drawing back with it and 
swallowing it whole again like the lips of a child 
sliding hungrily over an over-sized candy sucker. His 
eyes dimmed at the obscene sight and with a deep 
throated groan he began to establish a powerful rhythm 
of thrust and withdrawal, bruising her buttocks with 
his loins at every thrust, clasping her thighs and 
crushing them back at every withdrawal.

The breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread 
her thighs further apart, unaware that she was lying a 
dead weight under his punishment. He flattened her body 
even further into the mattress with the weight of his 
arms and shoulders. She was like the sacrificial 
offering of the virgin to some fleshy god. She was a 
source of pleasure on which he could vent his every 
sexual whim. His head tingled and his penis throbbed 
and enlarged and its very tip seemed to be pierced with 
steel blades. He felt a great exhilarating sense of 
power with her body helpless beneath him like this and 
he lunged at her open crotch with all the strength of 
his loins and all the muscular reflex of his thighs. He 
wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force 
from her screams of anguish and latent pleasure, to 
lose his whole body, the whole of his loins in her 
belly.

He heard slight whimpers, strangled groans come from 
her mouth each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of 
another with each pile driving entry he made into the 
elastic, stretching tunnel of her vagina.

He felt the softness of her cervix with the tip of his 
penis as he screwed his hips against her and he could 
feel the solid, dammed-up weight of the flood-tide 
building in his loins.

He began to pant even harder and his head rolled back 
and forth, sweat running into his eyes. He was grunting 
like a pig as he continued the inhuman battering 
against the walls of her vagina. He thrust harder and 
harder at her until she was buffeted forward against 
the headboard and she moaned with pain with every 
movement. He felt his punishing prick, his impaling 
phallus grow thicker and thicker to the point of 
bursting and the great flood tremble at the dam. He 
tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the 
skin of her back and with every forward surge he 
trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying 
testicles.

He ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, 
his passion soaring to a fever pitch. There was no 
holding himself back now, he had to empty himself 
completely inside this young helpless girl... this 
young helpless niece of his that he had wanted to crawl 
on top of for so many years. He could feel her begin to 
regain her consciousness and her body begin to squirm 
under him, moaning in helpless immobility. Her 
movements incited him more and he thrust harder between 
her wide-spread thighs, ramming his cock up inside her 
into the deepest, secret recesses of her belly. He 
groaned in painful ecstasy, the pain from holding back, 
until he could stand it no longer. His whole body 
shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the 
roaring flood of hot, white semen broke loose and 
rushed into her in boiling profusion through his thick, 
hard cock to shatter out into her cunt like a raging 
torrent of thick white cream.

Christine lay helpless, unable to move as she felt him 
erupting inside her, spurting his lewd, sperm deep into 
the hidden corners of her vagina and filling her belly 
almost to the bursting point with the hot, slippery 
liquid.

Oh God, he's going to make me pregnant! He's going to 
make me pregnant! The thought flickered half 
consciously through her dazed and tortured mind. She 
tried to squirm away again but there wasn't the 
slightest hope of escape now and there was nothing left 
but to lie passively beneath him as he throbbed the 
remaining store of his passion deep up inside her.

Finally, after a seeming eternity of this ultimate 
humiliation, her uncle grunted and slipped his cock 
wetly out from between her thighs letting it lie for a 
long minute against the inner softness of her leg. She 
could feel him looking down at her tear-stained face 
and in her dazed state of mind finding herself hoping 
he had had enough and would steal away quietly to leave 
her alone in her misery and shame.

But, he did not move and the horrible realization that 
perhaps it had all just begun brought a quiver of fear 
through her battered and ravished body.

Oh God, what more could he do? Wasn't her virginity and 
all the honor she possessed enough?

Christine thought that she would not be able to bear 
the pain of this horrible rape any longer without going 
completely insane. The searing fire that was burning 
deep in her belly could not be extinguished and she 
wished with all her heart that she could slip into the 
welcome darkness of death. There was nothing else left 
now.

She rolled slightly on her side trying to force her 
uncle's weight off of her.

He slid to her side, but didn't release the hold that 
he had around her waist.

She tried to struggle, but her stomach was still tight 
with pain and his grip was too strong.

"Please stop now," she whimpered. "You've done what you 
wanted with me, I'm no good for anyone else, now, 
please leave me alone." Her pleas fell on deaf ears and 
she heard her uncle utter a low sadistic chuckle.

"Now, now, my darling little niece. We haven't finished 
our little fun yet.  I've waited a long time to get 
into that proud little pussy of yours and now I want 
everything you've got to offer... right now... 
tonight!" He hissed down at her, his hot stale breath 
causing the poor terrorized girl to turn her head to 
the side to blot out the unpleasantness and the 
horrible, depraved leer on his face. Tears began to 
stream down her face again in an uncontrollable flood 
of self-pity and shame. She found herself wondering how 
long it would go on and what other sick indignities he 
had in mind for her. Although now...  now what did it 
matter... what did anything matter... she was ruined... 
ruined forever... nothing could be worse than that.

Her body lay still now in a dazed stupor, too hurt and 
shamed to offer the slightest resistance even as she 
felt herself being rolled over on the bed by his harsh 
calloused hands. His hot weight dropped on her back, 
his flesh oozing over her like some great rubbery mass 
of soft jelly.

She was aware of the hardening of her uncle's penis 
once more, this time jerking against the crease of her 
buttocks and she could feel the pressure of his hands 
on her waist. His hands ran over the long, firm muscles 
of her calves and up the inside of her thighs and he 
smoothed her buttocks with his fingers. She tried to 
twist away from him, not yet aware of what he was going 
to do.

She felt a dull discomfort between her buttocks and she 
shuddered against him, but made no other movement, as 
if she realized the futility of opposition.

He ran the edge of his right hand down the crease of 
her buttocks. It was hot between them and the flesh was 
a little wet and clinging from his sperm. His fingers 
began to explore the tight, puckered skin around the 
tiny elastic orifice. And then it exploded in her mind, 
the lewd, obscene thought that he was going to sodomize 
her, ram his thickening penis right up her virgin 
rectum. Oh God, Oh God, ran helplessly through her 
mind. She could not move.  He drew aside the buttocks 
like two halves of a soft fruit. She tried to tense her 
soft cheeks together again, but he tore at them with 
brutal determination and she was forced to give up her 
struggle.

"You're going to just love this, my little one," he 
laughed lecherously, savoring the idea of further 
punishment to her already tortured body. He leaned back 
slightly so he could see the crinkled ring of tender 
flesh around the tiny, smooth lips of her anus. He 
sucked in his breath and dug at it menacingly with his 
middle finger. She cried out as he scratched the 
rubbery opening with his nail and then tried to push 
her body further into the bed to avoid this painful and 
degrading probing.

He felt the warmth of her anus as the tight hole closed 
around his finger up to the first knuckle and his whole 
hand squeezed in vice-like pressure on her closed 
buttocks. He slapped the white orbs of flesh gleefully 
with his free hand making her cry out as dark flushes 
of angry color shadowed her bottom. He caught her by 
the nape of the neck and squeezed savagely with his 
thumb and forefinger.

"Relax," he rasped. "Open up your ass or I'll break 
your fucking neck!" Her buttock muscles were tightening 
involuntarily against his degrading intrusion.

She gasped and pleaded with him in low excitations of 
pain as he felt her body relax slightly and go limp, to 
be used as he desired!

He moved his finger deeper into the tight little hole 
causing her to cry out again, but she checked her 
tension half-way as she felt the increasing pressure of 
his fingers on her neck.

He moved his finger further and further into her 
rectum, scraping the side with his nail in cruel, 
painful delight. He continued unmercifully, increasing 
his force and roughness and delighting in it every 
moment.

She began to move her behind like a small frightened 
animal, trying to escape but getting pinioned more and 
more by the exertion of its struggle.

She could think of nothing but the pain as his fingers 
delved and scraped at the anal lining and the flesh 
seemed to be tearing away from the rest of her body.

She was sobbing uncontrollably now, in pain and in 
humiliation. Her pleas only seemed to encourage further 
indecencies from her uncle and now she knew that this 
would be a long night of terror and horror from which 
she would never recover as long as she lived.

Her uncle looked down at her writhing body and his 
penis jerked against the inside of her thighs, 
throbbing lustfully once more. This was the way he'd 
destroy her... by ravishing her virginal anus... that 
would humiliate her most and that was what he wanted to 
do. She had put him off all this time and now the proud 
little bitch was going to pay for it!

His penis felt like a swollen bruise, as if it were 
doing him some physical harm not to shove it into her 
and every moment's hesitation was a specialized piece 
of torture.

He removed his fingers from her behind and held his 
penis in his hand, stroking it gently, feeling as 
though he would cum any moment. Gently he pulled the 
foreskin back revealing the bright red head, glistening 
and shiny.

He tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her 
buttocks back against his thickened, demanding prick. 
It rode starkly against the intimate crease of her 
behind and ground against her for several seconds, and 
his fingers finally directing his staff at the small 
round target which he had already stretched 
experimentally. The knob of his prick prodded without 
any distinct feeling for a few moments, just the 
tightness of the entry.

He gritted his teeth, holding her waist in a 
pulverizing grip, pushing her down into the bed, 
punishing the bottom that reared up and billowed out 
towards his eyes. She had a beautiful little ass, he 
thought wildly. She was beautiful but he'd ruin her, 
make her his through sheer humiliation and power.  She 
would never forget this night as long as she lived.

He jerked into her with long, hip-thrusting stabs which 
made him bite his lips at the sensation. He could feel 
her anus clasping the tip of his prick now, pressing 
against it and he could feel her legs flailing out on 
either side trying to avoid his impalement.

"Ooooohhhhh... uuugggghhhh!" A long moan of pain burst 
from her lips and her body thrashed wildly under his, 
completely pinioned and helpless. She gnashed her teeth 
in pain as he pressed deeper down the back passage 
until half of the length of his prick was inside her.

She bucked her bottom up at him, trying to throw him 
off, but as she moved at him he rammed it further into 
her until the complete shaft of his penis was buried 
deep inside the tight, unused passage.

"What would your precious Jimmy think of you now," he 
grunted through his panting breath. "How do you like it 
in your ass, Chrissie?" he hissed, his eyes blazing in 
sadistic fury.

"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned beneath him, his lewd, 
depraved taunts searing into her brain.

When he rammed in, his foreskin was pulled painfully 
back in a sharp blaze of stabbing pain, and as he 
withdrew to the tip, her rectum seemed to drag at his 
powerful rod as if hating to let it retreat.

She had never thought of such humiliation. She would 
never be able to look Jimmy or anyone else in the face 
again.

Her buttocks were thrust up at his and she could feel 
the heat of his body against her thighs as her body was 
joined to his through her unused, virginal back 
passage.

He rammed in and out of her, working at her without 
thought for the pain, mental and physical, that she was 
suffering.

She thought dully that she would rather be dead. She 
felt the salt of her tears on her lips as her mouth 
opened in a involuntary gasp. Every time he smashed his 
phallus into her there was a confusion of pain, as if 
she were being impaled on some enormous, sharp stake.

It seemed as if his massive organ was right up to her 
belly, tearing her insides to pieces, as if suddenly he 
would tear some part of her and in a flare of pain and 
light and shame, she would sink into death. She felt 
completely degraded as she heard his gasps, his 
muttered obscenities as he continued to batter her in 
cruel delight. She coughed into the pillow, sure that 
she would be sick at any moment and wishing that he 
would finish and stop his crude impalement.

He was in a delirium, a crazy, hating grin was forcing 
his lips back away from his teeth. She was completely 
subjugated to him, completely in his power. He knew 
this because she has lost the power of thought except 
for the raping, the plunder of the pain at her anus, 
her stretched yielding anus. The pain, the sensation he 
was inflicting was the only reality for her at the 
moment.

He jammed his penis into the softening moistening 
cavity, destroying her, annihilating her with every 
stroke. This was what she asked for, walking around 
with that pert little ass, so righteous and holy. He 
knew that she would always remember this, remember him, 
indelibly and this is what he wanted.

His penis was a weight of sensation, heavy and charged 
with a squeezing agony of rapture. He could hardly bear 
the thought that he was so deep in her rectum, 
destroying her and providing him with this sadistic 
ecstasy. He wished that he could go on for ever and 
ever, but he could feel the pressure building up in his 
prick and he knew that he would cum soon... cum in that 
tight ass of hers. A flush was burning his face, his 
thighs and his whole being was throbbing.

Christine groaned and writhed beneath the wild abandon 
of his thrusts, knowing that her struggles only made it 
worse and goaded him into a greater strength of 
purpose. Her mind was blank and her thoughts would not 
come. There was nothing but a great all enfolding 
blackness around her -- the blackness and the pain that 
drummed into her backside with each buttock-flattened 
lurch he made into her. She involuntarily squirmed her 
behind attempting to ease the pain and pressure knowing 
at the same time that it would only hasten his vile 
flood of semen deep up into her rectum. The movement 
helped and mistaking it for the surrender of her body 
to his violent love-making she could hear her uncle's 
voice hissing lewd words of encouragement wetly against 
the back of her neck:

"That's it, baby, twist that thing... Screw it back... 
tighten it... Oooooh God, yes that's it... that's 
it..."

And she did! She wanted it over, she wanted it finished 
and gradually she could feel herself without feeling 
clasping and unclasping the tight elastic ring of her 
anus around the hardness of his pistoning cock in 
rhythm to his thrusts between the soft cheeks of her 
buttocks.

Why not! Why not! drummed ceaselessly through her 
tortured brain. This is what he wants, this is what 
they all want. I'll give it to them! I'll give it to 
them!

And then the dam burst inside her. The pain, the 
helplessness of her position, the lewd fucking he had 
given her a few moments before were all too much. Her 
mind and body snapped!

"Oooooh God, go ahead! Give it to me! Give it to 
meeeee!" She lurched crazily back against him. Screwing 
the soft rounded cheeks of her ass hard back against 
his driving pelvis. A fire sparked in her belly 
erupting like an explosion -- driving all thoughts of 
rape, shame, and the fact that the crude, sweating male 
fucking into her from behind was her own uncle. Her own 
movements to end it had betrayed her and her body was 
no longer her body, her rectum was no longer her 
rectum. They all belonged to someone else, someone she 
didn't know, someone over whom she had no control!

"Oooooh God, NO, NO, I can't, I can't let it happen!" 
Her whimpers droned piteously down into the mattress, 
her teeth clenched tightly together in a vain, hopeless 
attempt to quell the holocaust of involuntary desire 
suddenly raging out of control down between her legs. 
Her last thoughts of faithfulness to Jimmy were jarred 
from her by the lewd, obscene words of her uncle 
grunting wetly down into the softness of her hair from 
behind.

"I knew you'd like it, baby, I knew you'd like a little 
cock from your old Uncle. How about it, baby, don'cha?"

The very lewdness of his words coupled with the hot 
grunt passion smashed the last vestiges of her pride 
from her mind and body.

"Oh God, Yessss!" she hissed, her buttocks squirming 
back against him now as though she were a maniac. She 
couldn't get enough, she couldn't get it deep enough! 
She wanted more! More! More!

"What'dya want, baby," he taunted, slowing his strokes 
to a maddening, teasing rhythm.

"I want IT! I want IT!" she whimpered, the words 
rolling shamelessly from her mouth.

"What, and where? What do ya want, my hot little 
innocent niece?" A sneer of conquest was apparent in 
his words as he continued the tormenting of the now 
fully aroused girl.

"Your cock! I want your cock fucking me in the ass! 
Hard! Harder, PLEASE... PLEASE... OH GOD, DO IT 
HARDER!"

A lewd grin of victory crossed lustfully over his lips, 
his cock palpitating like a beating drum. His loins 
were feverish, his whole body swelling with a sense of 
obscene triumph. He muttered, the breath coming from 
his lips in hard laboring gasps as he hammered harder 
and harder into her rectum. He could feel his cock 
growing on the verge of ejaculation and this would be 
the ultimate victory to feel his hot boiling sperm 
shooting deep down into her young tender asshole where 
no man may ever tread again. 

This was his triumph... the subjugation of this young, 
proud bitch who had lorded her body over him like she 
was too good for anything for so many years. But now... 
now he owned her. He possessed her virginal young body 
and she was nothing more now than a fleshy receptacle 
for his passion and lust and he had turned her as much 
animal as he was. There was no holding either of them 
back now.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," she chanted her passion out 
beneath his pounding body, the juices of passion rising 
like a flood-tide deep in the well of her belly.

And suddenly it was there -- there for both of them!

"Ooooo ooooo ohhhhh, baby... yes yessss... I'm 
cumming... I'm cumming in that tight little ass of 
yours!"

Christine bucked and writhed beneath her uncle like a 
wounded wild animal in the last throes of death, 
feeling a sudden jerking of his throbbing cock deep up 
inside her belly as he pumped his hot liquid sperm far, 
far up into the hidden recesses of her rectum. At the 
same time, spurred by the flooding release of his 
passion cascading through her body she could feel the 
fire of exploding lust erupting deep down in the secret 
corners of her own loins.  Corners she never knew 
existed, corners she had never felt before. 

Her body shook, her nerves quivered and with a wild 
scream of sudden cataclysmic release she burst! Burst 
inside like a thousand roman candles going off at once 
in gentle curving arches of blinding flashes of color 
and light that lifted her from the earth and then 
crushed her to the ground again!

Their bodies quivered uncontrollably together for a few 
long, long moments and then her uncle collapsed over 
the limp, aching curves of her back. Christine lay 
still, the shame of what she had done and the 
humiliation of the knowledge that her own body had 
betrayed her -- and betrayed her to her own uncle -- 
seeping slowly back into her mind. She didn't dare move 
or open her eyes. 

She couldn't bear the thought of looking at him. She 
could never look at him again. It would always bring 
back the horrible, depraved memory of what he had done 
-- or, rather what they had done. She had been as much 
a part of it as he had at the end and she could never 
forget that. She had betrayed herself, Jimmy, and all 
the things really that she had ever held sacred.  
Nothing could ever be the same again.

Later, he rolled limply from her body without saying a 
word. She could hear him fumbling with his pajamas by 
the bed and knew that he was looking down at her. She 
had the urge to reach down and pull the sheet up over 
her to cover herself from his sight but couldn't find 
the strength. Instead, she lay just as he had left her, 
flat on her stomach, with her legs still spread 
obscenely out on the mattress.

In a moment when he had finished dressing he bent over 
the bed and touched her, causing a shiver of revulsion 
to run the length of her battered body.

"You were a nice fuck, little niece. We'll have to try 
that again soon. Real soon," he chuckled. She was aware 
of the sound of the door opening and closing and that 
was all. Sleep came rapidly, a deep but tortured sleep 
in which the entire world was beset by nothing but 
hideous, ravaging monsters.

The next few weeks were lived in dread, afraid that 
somehow Jimmy would find out of her horrible experience 
with her uncle and stop seeing her. She had not been 
able to really look him in the eyes since that night 
and she knew that he realized that something was wrong. 
He was trying to be patient with her and kept 
apologizing for actions in the barn the first night of 
vacation.

Poor Jimmy, she thought. He is blaming himself for 
something that he thinks he did, when I wish that it 
had been him. She knew that she had been uneasy, but 
she was worried as well as ashamed for she hadn't been 
feeling well and she lived in the fear that she was 
pregnant from that terrible night. Her attitude towards 
sex had changed radically and Jimmy wondered what had 
caused her sudden change and willingness, not knowing 
that she was going to try to get him to break his 
promise and finally sleep with her. 

She couldn't bear the thought of carrying her uncle's 
baby... maybe she could sleep with Jimmy and then if 
she found out she was pregnant she wouldn't really be 
sure whose it was and it would be easier to take. Her 
mind was cluttered with every thought from running 
away, killing herself, perhaps an abortion... but then 
she wasn't really sure yet, it may just be her nerves, 
after all, it was a shock to her complete system and 
maybe this was the problem.

Each day seemed to drag by, but finally the term was 
over and she would be free for the summer. She had 
written to her aunt explaining that she had been 
offered a job at a summer camp in the Adirondacks as a 
counselor so she wouldn't be coming home. She couldn't 
stand the thought of looking at her uncle. She could 
still visualize his wicked, leering looks in her sleep 
and she knew that it would be a long time before she 
would be able to sleep peacefully and forget -- if 
ever.

Jimmy stood on the platform of the train station and 
waved goodbye to her as the coaches slowly pulled out. 
He couldn't figure out what had happened or what had 
gone wrong, she just said that she was going away for 
the summer and that she would write to him and let him 
know where she was.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked back and saw 
the forlorn, lost looking figure standing there. She 
knew that she hadn't been completely fair with Jimmy, 
but what else could she do. She had made a doctor's 
appointment by phone from the school, using a 
fictitious name, a Mrs., of course and soon she would 
know the truth whatever it may be. She didn't want 
Jimmy to worry unnecessarily but the anguish she was 
going through was like an albatross around her neck. 

She couldn't eat or sleep properly and the only thing 
that she could think about was; What if I'm pregnant? 
What can I do. It would be a relief to know one way or 
the other. She was sure that the uncertainty was worse 
than what the actual outcome would be. If she wasn't 
pregnant she would look for a job... maybe she even 
could get a position as a counselor, but if she were... 
what would she do then?

The train ride seemed to take forever and she grew more 
and more depressed as she watched the telephone poles 
along the side of the track so stark and so nothing. 
That's what I'm like right now, she thought... nothing. 
But, finally the train began to slow to a stop and she 
had arrived in Penn Station, New York City.

She hailed a cab and gave the address of a cheap West 
side hotel which bore a garish sign "Transients 
Welcome."

The grayness of the building and the rundown condition 
made it far from luxuriously, but this was to be her 
home for the next few days at least, and maybe for the 
remainder of the summer.

The desk clerk showed her to her room after collecting 
the "$25.00 a week in advance, lady," and she fell onto 
the bed in nervous exhaustion.

She had only been sleeping a few hours when someone 
knocked at her door. A woman of about thirty stood 
there, stared at her for a moment and said, "Oh, I'm 
sorry, I guess the girl who used to have this room has 
moved." She started to walk down the hall then turned 
back. "If you need any help in getting organized in 
this flea trap they call a hotel, let me know. You look 
like you may be in need of a friend. I'm in the room at 
the end of the hall if you feel like talking."

"Thanks, I may take you up on that, it's my first trip 
to the big city as they say."

Now that she was awake, she freshened her makeup, 
adding just a touch more than she usually did. After 
all, she had to look like a married woman, not a girl 
of seventeen. She looked in the mirror, not really 
satisfied with the results, but they would have to do.

Nervously, she dialed the phone and waited while it 
rang seven or eight times.

She was about to hang up when a voice answered, "Dr. 
Patrick's office."

"Yes," she stammered. "This is Mrs. Bradley, I called 
you a few days ago for an appointment, I just want to 
confirm it."

"Certainly, Mrs. Bradley, be here at 9 a.m. tomorrow, 
right?"

"Right, I'll be there."

Darn, she thought. I was sure that I was to go today, 
I'm not sure that I can stand another day of waiting 
and not knowing. She walked down the hall to the door 
where the other woman said she was staying and knocked.

"Hi, I'm Christine and I'm going to take you up on that 
offer for a kind word and friendly conversation."

Christine noticed that the woman, who introduced 
herself as Elaine Singer had probably at one time been 
a very attractive woman. Now her face was caked with 
too much makeup, her perfume was heady and cheap 
smelling and her clothes fit her rather snugly, very 
snugly.

Oh well, she thought. She may not be the image of a 
Vogue model, but she may be a friend.

The conversation was rather stilted at first but after 
a half hour they were gabbing like old friends. 
Christine told her that she had come to New York from 
school and was going to look for a job in a few days, 
but she had some personal matters to take care of 
first.

Elaine seemed to sense that something was definitely 
troubling her and finally came right out and asked her, 
"Are you in some sort of trouble. You look pretty 
scared and you're awfully young to be running around 
the city alone. If I can help, just ask me, I know a 
lot of people in this town and maybe we can solve 
whatever it is. Let's go have a drink and talk some 
more, I'll introduce you to the local, friendly 
neighborhood tavern.

The two went out into the cool evening air and walked 
to a small, dingy-looking bar on West 48th Street, just 
a short distance from the theatre district.

"Shorty," she said to the bartender, who was a fat, 
greasy looking man, "I'd like you to meet new one to 
the neighborhood... Christine."

He nodded slightly, grunted something that sounded 
like, "Nice to know you" and asked them what they 
wanted to drink.

"How 'bout two tequilas? Okay with you, Chris?"

She had never had much experience with liquor, except 
for the occasional beer or wine at a party, but she 
didn't want to appear too young, so she nodded in 
agreement. A very few drinks later she could feel her 
head beginning to spin, she felt dizzy, like she wanted 
to lie down, and before she knew it she had spilled out 
her whole horrible story to her new-found friend.

Elaine listened intently, weighing each word and 
nodding at the appropriate times.

"Well, sweetie," she said, "I have this friend of mine 
who is a doctor of sorts and I'm sure that I can 
arrange for him to see you tonight if you're all that 
upset. At least this way you'll know. Besides, even if 
you are, he can take care of that too... for a small 
fee, of course."

Christine nodded her head silently in agreement. The 
effect of the tequila had made any thought of further 
delay impossible. Elaine walked to the phone to call 
her "friend." Her friend was Sam Price... part-time 
"doctor," part-time gambler, and all-time racketeer. He 
controlled the largest call girl ring in the city, most 
of the dope peddling and was a willing "fence" for 
stolen property... mainly young innocent and 
inexperienced girls like Christine.

"Can I bring her over tonight, Sam?" Elaine whispered 
into the phone. "I think you'll like this one! If I 
feed her a few more tequilas and slip her one of "Dr. 
Price's" famous pills, she'll be calm as a cucumber and 
just dying for your attention.

"All right, Elaine. If you really think she's that 
good. If I like her, you'll get your usual fee, plus 
the right to watch the initiation. I swear, I don't 
know why you get such a charge of seeing a new girl 
inducted into my services!" He chuckled softly and hung 
the receiver back in the cradle.

Christine was very well inebriated as Elaine guided her 
gingerly to a taxi for the short ride to Sam Price's 
place of business. She weaved against Elaine, faltering 
with each step and her head felt very heavy.

"I'm not sure I can make it," she murmured through her 
stupor.

"Sure you can, sweetie. Just hang on tight and we'll be 
there in no time."

As the cab swung around the corner to Sixth Avenue, 
Christine felt a strange sensation surging through her 
body. She felt warm, but that could just be the whisky, 
she rationalized. However, it wasn't just a warm 
feeling, it was a slow ache, a burning beginning to 
build up in her loins. She wanted to put her hand 
underneath her skirt and feel the flesh of her thighs 
and run her fingers over her most intimate part. She 
hadn't felt this desire since that night she had 
masturbated herself after she left Jimmy in the barn. 
This was crazy, she thought, but the desire was 
becoming stronger.

Elaine glanced sideways at her in the cab and she knew 
that her pill was beginning to take effect. God, she's 
going to be hot by the time I get her to good old Sam. 
He's really going to enjoy this one. Hope to heaven 
she's not pregnant, because then we can use her in the 
ranks right away. Otherwise it will be a few weeks... 
but those are the breaks.

Finally the driver pulled up in front of an old, 
dilapidated building in the West 90's and said, "Here 
you are lady. Hope your friend feels better, she sure 
don't look too good right now. Shouldn't drink so much 
if you can't handle it."

Elaine nodded, paid him the fare and steered Christine 
through the ground entrance way and to the back of the 
building.

Sam Price met them at the door, smiled at Elaine a 
knowing, appreciative smile and then turned to 
Christine.

He looked almost like a real doctor in his white 
jacket. He kept it around for just such occasions. 
Actually, he had taken a quick "cram course" from 
another "doctor," so he really could tell her whether 
or not she was pregnant, and take care of it if she 
were, but this was not his main purpose.

He patted her hand affectionately and said, "Well 
there. I understand that you think you may have a 
little problem. Let's have a look... just relax now and 
everything will be all right."

She could feel this gnawing ache becoming stronger and 
stronger in her loins and she almost wished that he 
would hurry with his examination. She was burning with 
a strange all-consuming desire and she wanted to be 
touched!

"Take your clothes off and get on the couch and we'll 
see," he told her -- a cold clinical detachment in his 
voice.

She hesitated for a moment, but Elaine reassured her 
that everything would be all right, that she would be 
right there so to go ahead and do as the "Doctor" said.

"I'm ready, doctor," she managed to stammer.

He turned and faced this young girl lying on his couch, 
naked, waiting to see if she was pregnant. He moved 
over and stood beside her, looking down at her naked 
voluptuous body.

He let out a low whistle and turned to Elaine. "You 
were right, she is a beauty. Just a few more minutes 
and she'll be so hot that she'll beg me to let her have 
it."

She could hear only parts of the conversation between 
him and Elaine, because the tequila, plus the pill she 
had been slipped were just about going full strength. 
All she knew was that her vagina was pounding, aching 
to be touched, fingered and she unconsciously let her 
hand wander to the junction of her thighs. It was as 
though the others had disappeared completely. Musingly, 
she began to play with the soft pubic mound, gently 
pulling at the thin blonde hair and letting her fingers 
play gingerly with the lips of her vagina. Sam and 
Elaine watched her display intently, smiling knowingly 
at each other.

"She's had it now, Sam. I told you the pill would do 
it," the older woman grinned lasciviously at him. 
"She'll be the best screw you've had in a long time."

Her body was stretched out limply, but beautiful and 
vulnerable. She was so young and so innocent-looking 
lying there that Sam could not hold back any longer and 
his hands reached down to touch the soft, supple skin 
of her belly.

"Go ahead, Sam, make her really squirm for it," Elaine 
said huskily, her breath coming faster. He felt her 
stomach, gently, the soft flesh yielding to his touch 
and then he felt it a little more firmly. He looked 
down at her breasts, bulbous and taut like round white 
balloons in a gleaming skin with their dimpled, erect 
nipples. He placed his hand expertly in her vagina, 
feeling her involuntary withdrawal.

"It's all right... just relax," he said, a strange 
obscene lust burning in his eyes.

She wanted to relax, but she also wanted to thrust her 
hips upward against his probing fingers. He was going 
through all the right preliminaries just as any real 
doctor would do, savoring the moment when she would be 
out of her mind with desire and begging him to fuck 
her.

Her vagina was moist and her eyes were fixed on his 
face as if it were a magnet, and she moaned softly.

"Have you had any sickness," he asked in a very 
professional manner, all the time manipulating his 
fingers deep in her vagina, knowing that it was driving 
her out of her mind.

"No" she whispered huskily. "None at all, really."

"Pull your legs up a little," he said.

She obeyed him automatically and he buried his fingers 
ever deeper into the tight confines of her womb. He 
could feel the walls of her cunt close around his 
fingers and her breath was coming more rapidly. She 
realized that she was becoming uncontrollably excited 
and she didn't want him to ever take his fingers out of 
her, even though she knew she should stop him right now 
before she lost complete control. But Elaine's soft 
comforting voice floated to her.  "It's all right, 
dear, he's just a doctor."

Finally, knowing that he was torturing her beyond all 
her capacity to resist, he slowly withdrew his hand 
from her smooth, wet vagina.

"I think you are mistaken," he said heavily, for he, 
too, was becoming excited with the thought of having 
this young thing under his command. "You're not 
pregnant."

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at Elaine 
with a crazy relaxed smile on her face as she tried to 
raise herself from the couch. Through the misty haze 
that was clouding her vision, she saw Elaine standing 
alongside the doctor, holding something in her hand. 
She blinked to clear the picture and realized that they 
were straps. She lay back, still in her stupor and 
wishing that he hadn't finished his "examination" so 
quickly, she felt unfulfilled and once more she let her 
hands unconsciously feel the intimate crease between 
her legs. Everything had suddenly become so unreal... 
so faraway. There was nothing but the warm, soft tingle 
between her legs.

The two onlookers chuckled softly and she stared at 
them not knowing what to do, or even whether or not she 
could do anything even if she wanted to.  Suddenly she 
felt the leather of the straps on her wrists, pulling 
her hands away from her vagina and strapping them to 
the side of the couch.

"W-w-whhhaat?" she stammered and tried to jerk at the 
confines, but it was too late. She was really too weak 
to fight, but something deep inside her warned her that 
there was something unnatural about to happen. Her 
body, however, ached and longed for attention. She 
wondered, looking at the doctor... I wonder how big his 
prick is. God, I've never felt this way before... I 
actually want a hard, demanding prick in me, fucking 
me, making me cum 'till I can't stand it. She writhed 
beneath the firm hold of the leather and the two others 
watched her sensual moves lustfully.

Slowly the man called Sam began to take off his clothes 
and he could see her watching him, fascinated. He 
stripped off every stitch and he could feel the cool 
night air touch all over his body as a breeze blew in 
from the window.  His penis was at half-mast, but it 
began to rise to full glorious height as he moved 
toward her. He stood directly in back of her head, 
letting his veined and throbbing phallus jerk sensually 
just over her mouth. She watched it, completely in a 
trance as it bounced up against his stomach. It looked 
so huge, but she wanted to reach out and touch it, as 
if to make sure it was real.

She directed her pleas back to the doctor who was about 
to climb up on the couch with her. He leaned forward 
slightly and placed his rampant prick in the cleft 
formed by her breasts so that her warm flesh seemed to 
kiss it lightly with her warmth.

He crushed her breasts with his hands, splaying them in 
all directions, disfiguring them so that they oozed 
solidly from his hands and between his fingers. He 
pushed her supple, full breasts together so that they 
met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel in which 
his penis was lodged. He pressed them hard so that they 
squeezed his pulsing organ tightly like a glove as he 
began to sway back and forth over her, thrusting his 
stiffened prick through the channel formed by her warm, 
smooth-skinned breasts. As he thrust, the bright red 
knob of his prick appeared at the far end of the 
tunnel, reaching towards her face which was contorted 
in unfilled desire. A crazed gleam shone in her eyes... 
the pill had done it's work well!

He thrust steadily against her breasts for several 
minutes, feeling his prick expand like a blown-up 
balloon. It began to ache in its roots and sting in the 
very tip as he moved with a greater mobility, clenching 
his teeth as his massive staff made a red, rubbing 
groove against her white, supple flesh.

She tried to urge her head forward in order to catch 
his jerking organ in her mouth so that she could feel 
its hardness and run her tongue along the sensitive 
underside, playing with the blood-filled head. She 
wanted to make him want her as much as she wanted to be 
satisfied. She wriggled up against him as much as she 
could and once again she felt other fingers slowly 
begin to play with the pink, aching lips of her vagina.

She could no longer stand the pressure between her legs 
and she began to beg and plead with him, her words 
rolling shamelessly from between her tightly clenched 
teeth.

"Fuck me... please fuck me. I want you inside me."

She listened to the words that were coming out of her 
mouth and she couldn't believe she was actually saying 
them. This was not at all like her, but she let the 
thought pass. The only thing she was aware of was that 
her body had to be satisfied... and quickly.

He felt his prick growing hot and strained and painful 
against the resistant tissue of her breasts and he 
removed one hand from her breasts and slowly began to 
edge his way down her body so that he could take her.

"All right, Elaine. Just watch now! I'm going to give 
her what she's been begging for, and then we can get 
her ready to meet the rest of our little club." He 
almost spit the words out because his teeth were 
clenched together tightly as he tried to control his 
now building passion.

She was trembling from head to foot and he could hear 
her murmur with passion.

"Oh... Oh," she whispered as he ran his hands in a 
long, quick caress over her back, bringing his 
fingertips up her spine and moving beneath her buttocks 
in order to lift her for his entry.

He could feel her thighs trembling against him and his 
prick jerked demandingly between the soft heat of her 
flesh and the shaft was tingling along its length like 
pins and needles.

"Don't wait," she begged. "Fuck me now... NOW... NOW... 
Oh I can't stand it," she said quickly.

She whimpered in deep-throated moans as he slowly began 
to prod at the tight opening of her vagina. He could 
wait no longer himself and he moved quickly between her 
thighs and immediately began to screw her, his cock 
splitting the warm lips of her pussy like butter. Her 
body began to move in wild abandon under his powerful 
strokes.

"Oh... oh... oh..." she groaned as if in agony, digging 
her nails into his sides. She wanted to grab his 
shoulders, his buttocks in order to push him even 
deeper into her, but her hands could not move.

Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath his long, 
smooth strokes, and she groaned incessantly, her face 
contorted with passion, mouth working, nostrils flared 
and soft, deep moans coming from her throat.

He felt the smooth, raw flesh of her vagina holding him 
in, breaking and pulling all around his hot, bursting 
prick.

He pushed into her from his very toes and sent the last 
inch of his thickness plundering into her hot, clasping 
vagina, pulling a fresh, ecstatic groan from her lips, 
making her open her eyes to look at him with a wild, 
desirous, glazed look.

"Aggghhh... wonderful, wonder... ahhhhh!" She gasped as 
he cupped her buttocks with both bands and raised them 
off the couch for greater leverage, pushing into her 
with all the strength of his hips and thighs.

His loins moved in and out at her pelvis, her tight 
pelvis with that chasm at its center, pistoning in with 
strong, muscular regularity. His own breath was short 
and the thought of being able to hold her under such a 
spell excited him further.

He watched her face, drawing different expressions of 
passion from it as he moved his hands over her, as if 
she were an instrument which produced fresh sounds as 
he moved his fingers over its notes.

His loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning 
which swept through him in gusts of heat. He gasped and 
quivered as he fucked her, reveling in her flesh, the 
flesh of this beautiful, sensuous girl whom he had not 
even seen before this evening.

"Oh... ohhhhh, hard... harder... fuck me harder," she 
cried out, her desire seeming to be insatiable. She 
begged, gasping as if she'd burst something in her 
throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had 
become something demoniac, her legs wide apart as she 
twisted and contorted, urging him on.

Her body was hot and her head moved wildly from side to 
side, her mouth open in wild abandon. She swung her 
thighs up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, 
pulling him into her hot vagina deeper and deeper with 
each powerful thrust of his loins.

"Aagghhhhhh... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... now NOW! 
NOW! Yes... FUCK ME! Ram your hard prick deep into me! 
ooohhhhhhh." Her voice trailed off into a whisper as 
she jerked for several long moments and then began to 
relax with the pleasure of her orgasm.

The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his 
own potential climax and he dug deeply into her, 
screwing into her like an electric drill, crashing up 
to her cervix with his pulsating, near-bursting cock. 
She continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering 
movements of belly and thighs. She was still highly 
excited and moved under him with a wild, eager passion.

"It's so gooood. It's soooo good." she murmured. "Fill 
me now, fuck me hard, let me have it. Kill me with 
it... fill me... fill meeee!"

She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up 
against the powerful lunges of his penis and he thrust 
savagely high and hard, searing up through her passage, 
resting at the apex of his drive and jogging there for 
just a second before withdrawing a little for another 
thrust... and another.

He could feel he was on the verge of the breakthrough 
and with one last mighty stab he let the flood of his 
hot, white seminal fluid surge deep into her belly.

"Oh Christ... I'm cumming. Baby, I'm cumming... 
Oooooh... Aaaaagh!" She groaned and felt the warm, 
searing jets of his hot, liquid sperm flooding deep 
down into the waiting depths of her contracting vagina. 
A warmth such as she had never known filled the whole 
insides of her sperm-hungry belly.

Slowly he withdrew from her, his penis hanging limp and 
weak between his legs.

"Marvelous performance, my dear Sam. You satisfied me 
completely also. That's quite a feat... two women at 
the same time." Elaine grinned over at him, a warm glow 
of admiration on her face.

She moved over to release the leather straps that were 
holding Christine's hands. Christine lay completely 
still, except for the rapid rising and falling of her 
chest as she struggled to catch her breath. The drug 
that she had been given was in effect and she felt 
almost powerless to move her head, much less her body, 
away from the couch. She could hear voices talking in 
what seemed the distance, so she closed her eyes and 
tried to relax, the warm, soft sensations of completion 
still fluttering butterfly-like through her body.

*

The next few days blurred one into the other. They kept 
her doped and slightly drunk and the drug had increased 
her sexual desires so much that she was now just about 
insatiable. Sam Price enjoyed watching her writhe in 
agony, begging him and anyone else who was around to 
fuck her. He obtained sadistic delight in watching her 
crawl and plead. This was the way be broke in all the 
new girls for his little racket... drugged into 
insensibility. The sex drives of the girls and their 
willingness to do anything at all to satisfy customers, 
or to amuse his boys along with the bonus that he had 
them hooked on some kind of narcotic or another, 
supplemented his business profits and his pleasure.

There was to be some sort of a party or initiation 
Christine understood. At least that's what she thought 
she heard through her ever-present drugged stupor and 
she wondered what they were going to do to her now. 
Elaine seemed to be some sort of a ring leader or 
recruiter for Sam Price and seemed to get her kicks 
from watching men abuse, rape and humiliate other 
women, especially young girls. She didn't think that 
she was a total lesbian, because she had never really 
taken an overactive part in the seductions even though 
she did help to tantalize and tease the girls into a 
sexual frenzy.

Right after supper, which she knew had been drugged 
because she began to get that same strange, gnawing 
desire, she was loaded into the back of a rather large 
car and driven to a huge, sprawling mansion somewhere 
in Connecticut.  She was in a daze, but she could hear 
dogs barking and muffled voices as the car seemed to 
pull up the winding driveway. She recognized some of 
the voices from conversations she had heard in the 
office during the week, but they were intermingled with 
the laughter and lighter voices of several women.

She heard one woman say, "Well, so this is our new 
recruit. They're getting younger every day, Sam. What 
are you trying to do, put us out of business."

From the conversations that followed she realized that 
she had fallen into the middle of a full-fledged, and 
completely organized, prostitution ring. So this was 
what they had planned for her! Her mind went back to 
the first days when she had been with Jimmy. She had 
been so innocent, so pure and so much in love. How 
could all of this have happened in such a short period 
of time?  The drugs they had been feeding her had 
turned her into an animal with an insatiable sex drive 
and she would do just about anything to satiate the 
awful hunger that remained constantly between her legs.

She was led into a room that was in semi-darkness 
except for a spotlight which was centered in the middle 
of the room on a huge bed. People seemed to be milling 
around waiting for something to happen, and she was 
sure that it was going to happen to her!

She felt some strong arms drag her across the floor and 
throw her onto the bed, stripping off her clothes as 
quickly as possible. A quiet hush fell over the room 
and you could hear gasps from the men as her body was 
revealed for everyone to see. She was too drugged to 
care who saw her and besides, the pressure and the 
desire in her loins was building momentum. She knew in 
her dazed stupor that someone would fuck her, otherwise 
why would they have her on the bed, but she was also 
sure they had other things in mind for her.

The men were looking at her body and grinning lewdly. 
One of them was saying something to her and she tried 
to answer him, but her voice was weak and she fell back 
onto the bed.

At last, Sam Price stood up and made his announcement.

"I want you to take a good look at my newest 
acquisition. I'm sure you'll agree that she is a fine 
addition and I must say that I have sampled her myself 
already. Tonight is your turn. She needs to learn so 
many new tricks so that she can satisfy any desire and 
it's up to you to break her in."

She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the 
reality and the hideousness of the situation struck 
home as she heard the footsteps of the first man 
approaching her. He was soon followed by several others 
and she wondered what atrocities she would have to 
endure tonight. She was thankful for the dizziness 
brought on by the drug, and she began to feel the deep 
burning growing hotter and hotter between her legs, but 
would they torture her without satisfying her. She 
couldn't bear to think of it.

Grinning, the men moved towards the bed and pinioned 
her arms and legs across the mattress, holding her body 
prostrate, face down. A man, who seemed to be the 
leader, unbuckled a thin leather belt and slipped it 
from his waist. He wrapped the end twice around his 
hand and then swished the leather through the air. He 
raised his hand again, drew back his lips from his 
teeth and lashed the belt down across her buttocks. 

She cried out, arched her back as her limbs dragged 
vainly against the pinioning hands. A thin red welt 
appeared across the white roundness of her buttocks, 
almost cutting the soft ovals in half with the cleavage 
between them in a dark cross. He raised the belt again 
and again, bringing it down across her aching bottom. 
She began to sob loudly as her body ground in pain into 
the bed. Finally he stopped his vicious beating as she 
lay quite still almost unconscious from the torture and 
the pain.

The man who had been beating her had worked himself 
into a sexual frenzy and he barked an order to the men 
who were holding her down and they pulled her to the 
edge of the bed, arranging her in a kneeling position.

He undid his fly in the front of his tight slacks and 
took out a long, thick length of penis which was 
standing out like a boom, jerking upward in the air.  
He held it in his fist and approached her from behind. 
The other men continued to grin, holding the fainting 
girl so that she couldn't fall.

"Move her back further," he commanded, and men lifted 
her and pushed her back at the leader's loins. He had 
settled himself comfortably on the edge of the bed and 
drew back his foreskin, revealing the huge, bright red 
knob. He put his hands on her buttocks and held them 
there for a moment like a blind man judging something 
by touch.

"Smooth as silk," he murmured.

He spread her cheeks, pulling the close-set orbs apart 
and gazed into the thin crack they revealed. He studied 
the tight elastic ring of the anus and spread it with 
his fingertips. He leaned forward suddenly and thrust 
his tongue at it. The grins of those holding her and 
the on-lookers grew wider and there was a wild delight 
to the leers now.

"Push her hard," he barked at them.

He held her buttocks apart like they were clay as they 
pushed her buttocks back against his stiffened prick. 
He held his cock and guided it at the little puckered 
anus. It jammed and stuck, unable to penetrate the tiny 
hole.

"Push harder," he commanded again.

Roughly the men shoved her back at the stiff, pulsing 
rod.

The irresistible wall of the little, red aperture met 
the immovable object of the rigid, throbbing phallus 
and the irresistible wall gave way.

She uttered a shriek of agony and his jaw jutted 
forward as the anus oozed painfully over the blood-
filled head of his penis. Her face was screwed up with 
pain and humiliation and tears began to stream down her 
face.

The man jerked his massive prick into her with little 
effort, leaving all the work to be done by his men.

She sobbed deeper in her throat as her body was rifled 
in the shameful sodomy and tears flooded her eyes, ran 
down her face and dripped from her chin to her breasts.

Suddenly her impaler stiffened, tensing forward on the 
bed. He gave a hoarse little cry, thrust several jabs, 
gave another cry and came inside the well of her 
buttocks. He jerked his sperm into her soft, dark 
depths and then sank back onto the bed as the other men 
pulled her off with a loud sucking noise.

She fell forward onto the bed, burying her head in the 
mattress and trying to regain her control.

She was still in a complete daze as she heard another 
group of men approach her and she heard applause, 
obviously for the last group's performance. She 
wondered what humiliation she would have to endure 
under their touch.

She felt herself being turned over and spread-eagled on 
the mattress, and ropes were being tied around her 
hands and ankles so that she could be unable to move in 
any way or resist any advance, no matter how horrible 
and degrading.

The first of the men unzipped his trousers and pulled 
out his already erect and pulsing staff and moved to 
the head of the bed kneeling by her face. Her vagina 
was aching for attention and the men knew it, but they 
were going to prolong her agony as long as possible 
until she would cry and beg to be fucked. The man's 
thick organ jerked wildly above her mouth and he 
commanded, "Suck it! Suck it nice, baby!"

Automatically she opened her mouth and felt him push 
his erect, thick penis deep into the back of her 
throat, almost choking her. She gasped for breath and 
he pulled out slightly, feeling the warmth of her lips 
encompassing his throbbing, anxious manhood. She sucked 
noisily on his prick while he rocked back and forth, 
wriggling his hips so that his huge phallus filled 
every corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile the other men and several women positioned 
themselves around the bed and began to tickle her 
lightly with long ostrich feathers. She could feel the 
soft down running between her legs, just high enough to 
tantalize the hard bud of her clitoris and down the 
inside of her thighs. She tried to wiggle free from 
this delicious torture that was teasing every nerve end 
in her body, but her bonds were secure and she would 
just have to endure the torture.

Suddenly she could feel the swollen staff that was in 
her mouth begin to jerk violently and she knew that he 
was about to cum. He uttered an animalistic cry, 
"Aaaaagggghhhhh, suck it hard... harder... get it all!" 
and without waiting he emptied himself deep into the 
depths of her throat. She could barely catch her breath 
because of the flood of semen as it ran down her gullet 
into her belly. The sticky fluid was hot, coming in 
huge waves and she thought that he would never finish. 
She wanted to be sick, but she couldn't raise her head. 
Finally he pulled his limp penis out from her mouth and 
let it lie momentarily on the side of her face.

Her body, her loins were aching with desire to be 
fulfilled and she cried out, "Someone... please, fuck 
me do something... please do something!"

The men continued to tickle her body, torturing her 
further, but finally someone was moving between her 
legs. She could feel someone's hot breathe blowing on 
the pulsing lips of her vagina and into her most 
intimate part. It was driving her out of her mind! How 
long were they going to continue this...  wouldn't 
someone give her some relief. Slowly she felt a pair of 
lips move up the inner part of her thigh, nibbling tiny 
bites of flesh as they moved closer to her cunt. She 
tried to move her body so that she could hasten the 
mouthing, but it was useless. Finally she felt a warm 
sensation against the moist cavity of her vagina. The 
man's tongue prodded roughly at the erect bud of her 
clitoris, flicking it up and down at a frenzied pace. 
She moaned under his touch, delirious with passion and 
lust... a desire that had to be fulfilled.

She sighed and let her muscles that had been so keyed 
and tight relax into a loose abandon as her legs spread 
wide across the mattress.

The man was kneeling over her, the crevice of her 
buttocks being held apart by his thumbs. He pried the 
vaginal lips wide apart and pressed his mouth even 
further into her cunt. With one quick thrust he forced 
his tongue into the denied vagina and he heard her gasp 
from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft, wet 
passage, along with a sigh of relief. She screwed her 
buttocks tight up against his face, her vaginal passage 
contracting, opening and closing sharply around the 
long, probing length of his tongue as it sunk deep 
inside her.

Her breath was coming in short, quick gasps and she 
twisted and twisted against him harder and harder as he 
began a sudden curling and flicking of the wet moist 
tongue imbedded inside her. He pushed his lips closer 
into her vagina and began sucking insistently at the 
lips and flesh around her open wound.

"OOhhhhh... ooohhhhh," she gasped, her body and mind 
completely out of control from the delicious and 
obscene sucking of her loins. He pushed his face harder 
into her crotch and licked and sucked with an 
uncontrollable frenzy.

Her cunt opened wider and wider and her moistness 
increased with each thrust of the man's tongue. She 
could feel herself about ready to cum!

The man could sense that she was about to explode and 
he wanted to fuck her in a proper manner, to bury his 
stiffened cock deep into that ready and moist cavity. 
Quickly he got to his knees and without warning shoved 
his thick, throbbing penis up to the very hilt as she 
moaned and fought for breath. He came quickly inside 
her and withdrew quickly, but she hadn't cum yet!

"Don't leave me now... please!" she shouted, but he 
just laughed and got to his feet.

He hadn't been out of her many seconds when she felt 
someone else mount the bed and place themselves between 
her wide-splayed thighs. She welcomed the hard cock as 
it battered deep inside her, forcing her to cum... to 
cum and cum again. When he had finished she wanted to 
relax, but one by one all the men began to mount her to 
relieve their desires and she was helpless to do 
anything. She didn't know how many men had had her, it 
didn't really matter.  Her body ached from the 
buffeting against the mattress and the ramming of the 
erect, thick rods, but finally she was cut loose and 
someone carried her off into another room of the house.

"We don't want to wear her out completely on the first 
night, do we?" Price said with a chuckle, but no one 
was particularly listening as everyone in the room had 
paired up or gone in threes and were going about their 
own special means of satisfaction.

*

The next few days were a complete blur to Christine as 
she lay in her room, aching and ashamed. It seemed that 
she was just waking up from a cruel nightmare, but 
found that every morbid detail of her fear and anguish 
was true! She knew that she would never be able to 
break the hold that Sam Price held on her and tears of 
humiliation and fear began to stream down her cheeks.  
She was not sure what he had done to her, but the 
searing pain in every opening of her body reminded her 
that she was no longer a virgin in any of her orifices, 
she had been cruelly violated and humiliated in every 
conceivable way.

She vaguely remembered that he had given her something 
that had increased her sexual desires to an 
uncontrollable height and had turned her into a 
frustrated animal and that she had actually begged some 
of the men to take her! This, more than anything, 
disgusted her because she realized that she no longer 
had control of her own body. 

She did not know what would be next, but she did know 
that even though she ached with pain deep within her 
belly, she again was beginning to feel a tightness 
building in her loins as she lay there, and that this 
desire would build until she would have to be satisfied 
once again. She knew the food they had been giving her 
was drugged and she had tried to hold off eating until 
finally the hunger had become so acute she could no 
longer stand it. She had eaten, knowing full well what 
the aphrodisiac result would be. And now she felt it.

She looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft 
bulges her breasts made and she put her hands over the 
twin peaks and squeezed them impulsively. She could 
feel the nipples begin to harden and stand erect as she 
rubbed them pensively, cupping the full orbs in her 
hands and lazily pinching the hard, pink buds. She 
pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to 
control the mounting urge that was tearing through her 
loins. She couldn't stand the thought of masturbating 
herself again, it just wasn't right, it was so 
degrading, but her desire had to be calmed.

She looked around the room, assuring herself that she 
was alone, she let her hand wander to the secret part 
between her legs. She pulled away the tight elastic of 
her soft, silk panties and raised them gently away from 
the firm, fullness of her thighs. Slowly, she let her 
fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and 
pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris.  
She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so 
that she would be able to move her fingers more easily 
along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina.

The lust that was burning inside her raged like a 
forest fire and had to be extinguished. She dipped her 
fingers into the moist cavern of her cunt, wiggling 
them, scraping her fingernails on the tender walls and 
writhed her hips up against her hand until she could 
not push any farther.

God, she thought, I need a man... I need a man, now... 
NOW! Her fingers worked furiously inside her, trying to 
satisfy the terrible sensation that was tearing her 
insides apart and making her cry out for satisfaction.

"Oh dear God, I've turned into a nymphomaniac," she 
said aloud, "that's what's happened to me!"

It was a drastic and stark realization for her to face, 
but the sensual lust-filled desire that enveloped her 
body quickly took her mind off any recriminations she 
was feeling. Nothing mattered but satisfaction, 
complete gratification of her bodily needs... NOW!

She tried to lie still for a moment in order to catch 
her breath so that she could start again with renewed 
vigor when she heard footsteps coming down the hall 
toward her room and the muffled voices of 2 men.

She recognized one of the voices as belonging to Sam 
Price and the other one she couldn't distinguish. She 
tried to regain her composure as the voices got nearer 
and forced herself to withdraw her fingers from her 
wet, desire-starved vagina and rolled over on the bed, 
clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort to 
still the surging desire.

"She's a new girl, very ripe and quite a good shag, if 
I do say so myself," she heard Price say. "An 
uncontrollable little vixen when she really gets 
going... which doesn't take too much effort at all," he 
laughed hideously.

"Well," the other voice said, "she better be good, the 
best, for the price you're charging me!"

Christine couldn't believe her ears. It was bad enough 
to be a toy for Price and his friends, but to turn her 
over to strangers to do with what they pleased, she 
couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. She 
couldn't accept the thought that she was going to be an 
out and out prostitute, a common whore, who had to do 
whatever a client asked and with whomever Price 
demanded she do it. But, it was too late for regrets or 
changes, she could hear the door begin to open and she 
turned over to meet the devouring eyes of the man who 
had bought her favors as though she were a slave.

"Whew," the man said. "I see what you mean... what a 
body!"

"Here's a little present for you," Price said, "be very 
nice to this gentleman, he's a special friend of mine. 
Make sure he gets his money's worth!"

The man with Price came closer to the bed and stared, 
knowingly and lustfully at her, knowing full well that 
he would be taking her, using her, humiliating her 
momentarily. His manner was crude and she could see a 
bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers and strain 
against the confines of the coarse material.

"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" he 
asked, laughingly.

She tried to avert his brazen, passionate stare, but no 
matter where she looked his eyes seemed to follow her.

"Answer him," Price demanded.

"Not at all," she whispered hesitantly. "Not at all," 
as her fingers tightened around the cloth of the 
bedspread and she could feel her fingernails dig into 
the palms of her hands.

She knew that her body ached to be satisfied, but she 
could not stand the final degradation of being taken by 
this gross, sloppy man for money and money alone.

Then she felt thick, wiry hands on her shoulders, 
fingers digging into her flesh like pinchers of a 
lobster.

She began to whimper and whispered softly, "I have not 
been made love to at all today!"

"Well," the man replied, "we're going to see what we 
can do to help you put up your average!"

He laughed menacingly and pushed her roughly into the 
down of the bed before she had a chance to counteract 
with any fight at all.

With the stark realization of what was about to happen, 
she began to struggle, fighting and kicking, but she 
was held so firmly that she couldn't even turn over on 
her side. Her shoulders were held tight against the bed 
and her knees had been forced apart with a rough 
pressure of two other hands.

"You had better be a good girl," she heard Price say, 
as he tore at the soft, vulnerable flesh of her thighs, 
as he twisted her body around to the side so that she 
lay on her hip.

"Kneel up!" the man demanded.

She tried to force herself flatly on the bed, but hands 
moved from her shoulders and grabbed her arm and 
twisted it up between her shoulder blades, while the 
other pair of hands reached under her loins and hauled 
them up bodily. She felt like a completely limp rag, a 
rag to be used and thrown away for garbage.

The strength used against her was overpowering even 
though she continued to struggle against their efforts 
to force her into this position. She tried to swing her 
hips in a fruitless effort to escape their further 
degradation of her body.

"A wildcat," she heard Price say. They were on either 
side of her, looking and gloating over her naked body, 
the man anticipating the satisfaction that was to come.

Suddenly she felt hands change places and she was no 
longer being held by one of the gripping forces.

"Cooperate, you little bitch or you'll really have 
something to whimper about!" she heard Price command, 
and then heard his footsteps as he headed towards the 
door and out into the hallway.

The twisting of her arm forced her face down hard 
against the bedspread and she tried to let her hips and 
lower part of her body fall protectively against the 
covering, but one hand grabbed her cruelly and hoisted 
her up again into a kneeling position. She gasped with 
pain at the sudden grabbing force, but she was unable 
to avert the lustful lunge and groping of the hand.

She did not know how she would be able to fight off his 
advances without being physically hurt even more 
cruelly than he intended so she tried to let her body 
relax a bit.

She could feel the bedsprings begin to give way as the 
weight of the strange man crawled onto the bed and 
knelt behind her. His hands let go of her arm and she 
let them fall gratefully onto the softness of the 
pillow, burying her head in fear and the shame of her 
humiliating position.

His hands again began to run over her body, exploring 
every voluptuous curve and inch of her soft hidden 
recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at the nipples of her 
soft, full breasts until they stood erect and hard. The 
pliable flesh of her bosom was being kneaded with 
increasing pressure until she was sure that she would 
have to cry out in bitter pain.

Finally, the searching hands wandered further down her 
body, along her ribs, demandingly, and into the dip of 
her waist. They lingered there for just a moment and 
then started to explore the round, fullness of her hips 
and buttocks as he held her in a vise- like grip, 
unwilling to let her struggle and pull herself free.

She felt him move closer in behind her until she could 
feel the jerking and pulsing of his hardened staff as 
it beat relentlessly against the flesh of her thighs. 
The giant phallus throbbed and persistently pushed 
against her body, demanding that she take it inside.

She realized that there was no use in trying to get 
away from this awful man, that she would have to take 
him and like it. Her vagina still ached from her 
previous masturbation, but she began to cool with the 
insistent lust of this horrible man. She had enjoyed 
making herself want to be satisfied, but to be taken so 
hatefully was another story, it had cooled her passion.

The jerking of his mammoth penis did not really excite 
her, because she was too afraid of what he might 
subject her to after he had reached his satisfaction 
and needed to be stimulated to another erection.

She swayed her hips in an effort to avoid the contact 
with his throbbing organ, but it seemed to follow her 
like the Mona Lisa smile.

He grunted roughly in his passion and began to utter 
obscenities at her as he continued to fondle and pinch 
her body in every part he could reach without letting 
go of the grip that held her pinned to the bed in this 
dog-like fashion.

She knew that there was no way to escape from him, but 
she tried to push him away with one last futile effort. 
She jerked her body and twisted beneath his weight 
until he was lying full on top of her. She had meant to 
slide from under him but did not succeed.

She could feel the hardness of the head of his penis as 
it began to move closer to the unwanting, dry well of 
her vagina, and she struggled punily, in one last 
attempt to throw him off balance, but it was to no 
avail.

Suddenly his hands reached down and grabbed the cheeks 
of her buttocks in order to give him easier access to 
her tight, unyielding pussy, and she could feel his 
giant organ probe into the lips of her vagina and try 
to force itself into the depths of her belly. She 
gasped in pain as suddenly she felt an intrusion 
against the tight, elastic opening of her vagina. She 
felt as though a log were being pushed into her, 
ripping her, tearing her.

She screamed out in pain for him to stop. Any desire 
that she had felt earlier had diminished and all she 
wanted was for this awful man to stop what he was about 
to do to her. But, she knew that this was impossible, 
because she could hear the rapid breathing and feel his 
hardened penis push violently into her. She began to 
cry uncontrollably and tears ran like torrents down her 
cheeks as she felt her thighs swept wide apart, and the 
heavy weight of his body crash down onto hers.

She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to 
push steadily against the lips of her vagina and slide 
into the soft intimate channel between her legs. She 
wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his impalement, but 
the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper into her 
well of open sex. His giant penis throbbed out against 
her vaginal walls and her back ached from the heavy 
weight of his body. She felt his hands reach underneath 
her back and begin to fondle the crease of her buttocks 
roughly. His fingers began to prod at the tight elastic 
opening of her anus and she shrieked in pain as he 
inserted the thickness of two fingers into her rectum. 

She was still sore from the initial sodomy that she had 
been subjected to several days before because she had 
been so stretched and torn, and little screams of 
breath broke from her lips. Her vagina walls were 
chafed and raw as he continued to pound his cock deep 
into her while his fingers impaled her from behind. 
Slowly, however, she began to lubricate and although 
his penetration was greater, she could relax somewhat 
and it eased the pain. Her body, though, still felt as 
if it were being split open by a gigantic log as he 
continued his cruel, rough fucking of her cunt.  His 
hands were gripping and squeezing her, prodding her 
with sadistic force, hurting her and making her wiggle 
helplessly with pain.

Without warning, as if his desire could not be 
satisfied in this more normal manner, he slipped his 
wet cock from between her legs and grabbed her hips and 
forced her to he face down on the bed, turning her over 
with cruel force. He tore the buttocks apart, spreading 
them obscenely, revealing the tight, pink anus which 
was raw from his demanding fingering. Then, without 
ceremony, he pushed down on her and with unerring aim 
he rammed his prick inside her rectum up to the hilt, 
encountering resistance as the tight flesh slowly gave 
way from the pressure of his body. Her channel was 
pulverizingly tight around his rigidity and its 
squeezing clasp brought forth oaths and gasps of 
pleasure from his panting lips.

She felt shamed and aching, her face turned sideways 
against the bedspread, and she felt only a great heat 
and splitting at her loins. She felt completely 
humiliated and ashamed and every part of her seemed to 
be at that tiny opening which grew and grew between her 
legs as if it were a great storm drain being broaded by 
the constant rushing of torrents of water.

Her lips opened and closed in torment and occasionally 
she tried to flatten her hips or contract her buttocks 
to withstand the pain in her anus, but then she was 
only aware of the tightening of her vagina and the 
extra pain which ensued from his brusque entry.

Every time he thrust now, pushing his loins forward, he 
felt the imminence of his orgasm grow greater and 
greater until there was a heavy weight of blood 
throbbing in the head of his thick penis. He rammed 
into her with increased fury until he felt his muscles 
begin to contract and he began to cum, spewing his 
maleness deep into her back passage.

The pressure inside her finally began to subside as his 
massive erectness became soft and he slowly began to 
withdraw from her. It was as if she had no rights, no 
soul, no humanity, as if she had been some stuffed 
dummy exclusively for anyone's pleasure, and she wept 
uncontrollably.

At last the man got up from the bed and began to get 
dressed. She could only lay there, aching, humiliated 
and wondering what else could possibly happen to her. 
She knew that her future was completely in the hands of 
Price and whatever he wanted her to do. He had 
transformed her into an obedient animal and she 
realized that it would do no good for her to try to 
fight off anything that he had in mind for her, besides 
her body still craved satisfaction, the brute of a man 
that had just taken her had not built her to 
completion, he had been too rough and so her loins, 
although they ached from the tearing entry, also ached 
with desire.

After the man left the room, she got up and decided to 
take a long, hot shower. Maybe this will make me feel a 
little cleaner, she thought to herself. Besides, I've 
got to get out of here for awhile, got to get some 
fresh, clean air... but she wasn't at all sure whether 
or not she would be permitted to leave the house.

When she was completely dressed and freshened, she went 
downstairs hesitantly, hoping that no one would hear 
her and she would be able to get out unnoticed.

She was just about at the door when a voice bellowed, 
"Just where go you think you're going?" It was Price 
and he was standing in a doorway a few feet from the 
door.

"I just wanted to go out to get some air, I want to go 
for a walk," she answered meekly, her voice shaking.

"Well, there are certain rules around here that must be 
followed. If you choose to disobey, I'm sure you can 
imagine what will be in store for you," he said 
hatefully.

"What are they?" she asked, afraid of what the answer 
might be.

"There are only certain places that you are permitted 
to go. Here I'll give you a list of the bars and 
restaurants, etc. I have men working for me all over 
this city and if you try anything funny, you will be 
escorted back here forcefully and I shall administer 
the punishment personally.!"

At this point she didn't care what the conditions were, 
she just had to get out, even though she knew that she 
would be spied on.

"Also," he added, "if you pick up any men, which, of 
course, you are to do, you bring them back here for 
your favors. I take care of the arrangements, the 
charges and this way we stay out of the eyes of the 
law., It's a very easy arrangement, actually."

She nodded hopelessly and turned and went out into the 
clear sunshine and fresh air.

She walked slowly towards one of the bars on West 49th 
Street that Price had said she could patronize. She 
needed a drink badly, a change of company, anything to 
take her mind away from the harrowing experiences of 
the past week and of the past few hours. She walked 
into the dingy barroom and found a seat in the corner 
of the room and ordered a double martini from the 
bartender. She hoped that the alcohol would blur her 
mind and let her forget what she had become, what she 
had been forced to become. The first drink went down a 
bit shakily, the bite of the gin was strong and tasted 
more like pine oil to her, but she forced herself to 
finish it and wait for its effects. Slowly she began to 
relax and ordered another one of the same.

Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim lights of 
the bar and she could see more clearly. There were 
several girls sitting around, all at different tables 
and some at the bar and they all seemed to know the 
bartender very well. Sailors, soldiers and some rather 
well-to-do looking, but greasy men comprised the rest 
of this somewhat less than cheery group. She wondered 
why some of these people were not at work, why they 
just sat there and drank in the afternoon.

After she had finished her second drink and had 
signaled for her third, one of the girls who had been 
sitting at the bar walked over to her table.

"You're new in the stable, aren't you?" she asked, but 
it was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "I'm new in 
the neighborhood, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, come on now. Everyone in here works for Price in 
one way or another, I just thought I'd come over and 
welcome you to this dirty little club and maybe give 
you a few pointers."

Christine began to relax again when she realized that 
now all of these girls were in the same position she 
was, and she invited the girl to sit down.

"Thanks," she said. "I could use a few kind words and 
some good advice, but first let me ask you a question."

"Sure... shoot." the other girl said.

"Is there any chance of getting away from this mess? 
I've got to get out of here. I just moved to the city 
and so much has happened in the last week, I don't feel 
that I can take much more of this. What would happen if 
I tried to leave or go to the police?"

"Wait, slow down, one at a time," she said. "To make it 
short, don't try to get away, Price owns half of this 
part of town and I'd hate to think what would happen to 
you if you tried and didn't get on the first boat or 
plane for South America before he caught you. That 
answer your question?"

She looked dejectedly at the soiled tablecloth and 
nodded. "Yes, I guess it does."

"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in his "employ" 
for about three years and after awhile it doesn't 
matter anymore. All men begin to look alike, their 
preferences are just a little different, but they are 
all bastards. If you cooperate with him from the 
beginning he may be easier on you than he was on me, 
but that's a long story and I won't bore you with it 
now. Maybe some other time. Anyhow, welcome to the sin 
colony, I must get back to work.  Haven't hustled 
anyone yet today and I'm going to try to nail this man 
next to me. See you later." And she walked slowly back 
to the bar, nudging the man sitting next to her as she 
got into her seat.

Doesn't look very hopeful, she thought to herself and 
gulped down the rest of her third martini.

She hadn't been sitting there too much longer when a 
handsome young man hesitated at the doorway and then 
walked into the darkness of the room.  Somehow he 
didn't fit in with the rest of the group, he seemed to 
be very shy judging from his actions even though his 
face was not very clear. He walked the length of the 
bar and sat at the table next to Christine. She tried 
not to stare at him, but the way he walked into the 
room looked familiar. His slow, steady gait was a walk 
that she had seen before. Darn it, she thought.  I wish 
the light were better in here, or that I had my 
glasses, so I could see if it really is someone I know!

The young man ordered a beer and looked briefly around 
the bar, as though he were looking for someone. Finally 
his eyes met Christine's and he jumped out of his seat 
and came over to her table.

"Chris, my god, I've been looking all over this city 
for you!" he exclaimed.

She couldn't believe it! She looked up, and even 
through her alcoholic haze that was beginning to take 
hold on her, she knew that she was actually seeing him 
again. It was Jimmy!

"How in the world did you find me here," she asked, 
completely in a daze, not able to comprehend the 
reality of the situation. It seemed incredible that he 
could find her here in this place of all places in the 
city.

"It's so good to find you again, Chris. I've been going 
half out of my mind since I called the camp where you 
were supposed to be and they told me that you had never 
even applied for a job! What's going on, anyway?"

She was fighting back the urge to burst into tears and 
tell him the whole sordid story, but he just wouldn't 
understand. It seemed unbelievable to her also and she 
wouldn't believe such a preposterous story if it hadn't 
actually happened to her.

"It's a long story, Jimmy. I just couldn't go home to 
Pennsylvania and I wanted to get away and be on my own 
for awhile. Sometime I'll tell you the whole thing, but 
right now, sit down, it's so good to see you again."

"What are you doing in New York, Chris? How are you 
living without a job?"

"I've moved into sort of a boarding house run by this 
man Sam Price. Lots of other girls live there, too. He 
takes care and watches out for girls who come into the 
city and don't have anyplace to go. A girl I met at the 
first hotel I stayed at introduced me to him. Don't 
worry, I'll be all right."

"I don't like the sound of it, but I guess you're old 
enough to know what you want to do," he said, squeezing 
her hand affectionately. "Let's have another drink and 
I'll take you home. Besides, I'd like to be alone with 
you for awhile, it's been a long time and I've missed 
you."

She sat there, not knowing what to say, not knowing 
what Price would say when she took Jimmy back to her 
room. Would he try to charge him? She didn't know what 
she was going to do. Maybe she could get him to the 
side before he approached Jimmy and told him what the 
score was. She wanted to tell him everything and maybe 
he could help her escape, but if it backfired she would 
be punished and there was no telling what they would do 
to him, so she put this thought out of her mind. She 
tried to stall over her last drink, but he was anxious 
to go. She was aching to be alone with him, but afraid 
of what was going to happen.

Finally Jimmy got up and said, "Come on, sweetheart, 
let's go!" So she got up and headed for the door, 
noticing that the bartender gave her a knowing wink as 
she left. It made her skin crawl to think that that 
grubby little man thought that her Jimmy was just 
another "John," a trick, and that she had been 
successful in picking him up for a quick roll in the 
hay. She shuddered, grabbed hold of Jimmy's arm and 
went out into the daylight.

It only took about f