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Eight
She wasn't sure how much of this actually happened. Her mind worked that way now -- reality and fantasy were indistinguishable. What amazed her was that her fantasies were based on her life, not fun and different things like a Caribbean cruise's warm waters and tropical adventures. Instead she fantasized she was in a small shed, naked and cold and satisfying long lines of men. Just like her dreams when she was fifteen, but a lot tackier. What happened was this. Luther came to get her. They were in her shed and he said Brad said she could talk to him. He asked her if she really wanted to be doing these things. She said, they were halfway between her shed and the house, Luther walking alongside her as she crawled, "I love you." She said, "I'm open." She said, "I can make myself come without anyone touching me." She showed him, lying on her back, arms over her head, body arched and she squeezed. Luther and she went into the living room where Doer and Scott sat on the couch next to Brad. A girl was with Brad, sitting at his feet, leaning against his legs. Wren knelt in front of the TV and waited, trying not to look at the girl. "Show us how you fetch," Brad said. "You'll like this, Laura." Wren crawled to her stick and lay on her back. Luther helped her by holding the stick as it fucked her cunt. "Is she retarded?" the girl asked. "Dog shit's normal," Brad said. "More or less." "That's normal?" "I said more or less." "If she's normal, what am I?" "Honey, you're more normal." Doer said, "We can tell since you have clothes on." Wren squeezed an orgasm, was loud as she gasped and shook. "That's disgusting," Laura said. "Make her suck her stick," Brad said. Luther held the stick for her and she tried to swallow it. She was open. She could take whatever they did to her. She wanted Brad to watch her, not the girl at his feet. Wren jerked her throat onto and off the stick, her throat making noises and spit pouring from her mouth as the girl watched. "Why don't you hit her?" Brad said. "She's sick. You all are sick. You screw her?" "She just lives here and lets them fuck her sometimes." "Sure, Brad." The girl smiled. "Do you want it up the ass, dog shit?" Wren held the stick away from her face and nodded. She was open. This part was always confused. The girl was standing next to her with a belt. Wren's hands were tied over her head to a hook in the kitchen ceiling near her bowl. Wren didn't like this much, this new trick of Brad's. Scott and Doer were in the corner drinking and talking, not paying attention at all. Luther had a beer but he was a sipper. It would last all night. Brad's was empty, on the table where he sat with a smile on his face. This wasn't Wren's favorite part. "Dog shit wants Laura to whip her, doesn't she?" Wren nodded and stared at the floor. Brad knew her trick and would want her to do it after the whipping, maybe several times. She wondered if those waiting out by her shed could see her in the lit kitchen, wondered what they thought of her. Laura was cruel, after the first few blows laughing and hitting harder. Luther giggled and wouldn't look at Wren. Brad's pale eyes watched her as his fingers played with the bottle on the table. Wren tried not to call out. "Scott, get the can from the shed. I want to count it." Scott left and Doer sat at the table with Brad. Wren was sobbing and whimpering as Laura continued to whip her. Scott left the can on the table and leaned against the stove next to Luther. Wren knew by now that all the men were hard and wanted her. Laura's blows landed on her breasts and middle, wrapping around her and giving that extra slap. Wren's solace was that she knew she was prettier than Laura, nicer faced and better shaped. Laura punished Wren's cunt with the belt, going between her legs or snapping blows directly. "Who here thinks dog shit needs to have her head shaved?" "Here," Laura said. No one else answered; they held her hair when they used her face. "Five more and then let her down. Laura, if she wants, can shave dog shit." A blow. "Are you?" A blow. "Going to fuck her?" A blow. "Afterwards?" She waited. "The boys can if they want. She needs to be fed first. They can do that. I have something I want to show you in my room." A blow. "I can guess what." A double blow. Wren hung from her wrists and twisted her knees, crying as Laura stood by Brad, her fingers in his hair. "Where is it?" Scott said. "Where it usually is," Brad said. "In the cupboard." He stood and wrapped an arm around Laura. "Come on." "I want to watch." "Want to join her?" "Join her? Be like her? No way." Laura watched her. "No way." "Come for us, dog shit." Wren jerked, flung her head back and twisted her body. "She's faking." Laura's eyes didn't leave her. "Do it again, dog shit." Wren twisted from her bound wrists, head down, her body jerked rapidly back and forth. One time. She paused and squeezed off another. She wanted those outside to see her. To see how happy she was. How she wasn't abject but empress of the world. Another time and she moaned, head flung back, swinging from her wrists, her body presented to Brad, his friends and his girlfriend. "Those can't be real," Laura said, sounding too sure. Your boyfriend fucks my ass as I do that, Wren though. He knows whether or not I'm faking. She smelled her food, turned to watch Scott dump the can into her bowl. "Yuck," Laura said. "You guys are sick." "Are you hungry?" Brad asked. Wren nodded, tried to stand and couldn't. "Take her down, Scott." "Aw, why do I?" "You know why, don't you?" Scott grinned in her face, felt her cunt, and gave her ass a slap before letting her down. She knelt on her knees and elbows and ate noisily. Fingers in her collar pulled her away before she was done. Laura and Brad were gone. Wren smiled up at the others, knowing what they wanted. They took turns fucking her as she was bent over the kitchen table. She came for each one. They left her to watch TV and she finished eating while she tried to hear Brad and her in his room. She played fetch in front of the TV while they watched. After a while Brad and Laura came in and Brad said, "Why isn't she outside?" "You didn't say anything," Luther said. "When you were done she was supposed to go back out." Wren came as Laura watched her. The look was partly disgust, partly something else. Perhaps Laura too had played with herself imagining being taken and made to do things. Having strangers look on her naked while they decide what to do with her. "This salesman came to the station," Brad was telling Laura as Luther led her out. Scott and Doer stayed in the kitchen with new beers. I'm open, she wanted to tell Luther. I love you. I can make myself come without anyone touching me. She knew, though, that it was being here in Brad's house or in her shed that let her do these things. She was a creation of herself and her surroundings. Luther locked her in her shed and she wasn't sure how many were waiting. Not that many; it was late. A coin went in the can and the hatch opened. "Suck me," she was told. She found the prick by touch and began, her body tingling slowly from the whipping. She didn't hurt. She swallowed the come and waited for the next one and the one after that. She pretended she was in her shed and it was light and there was a window, or better yet an open door so they could see her. She had tits and an ass, legs and a cunt. She was pretty enough for what she was. "She's in there?" Laura said. "Want to see? I'll get a flashlight." "What are they doing?" "She fucks or sucks anyone. That's what she's doing. Want to join her?" "You're kidding." "Ask her if she's happy. I'll get a flashlight." "Pussy," someone said so Wren turned around and filled her cunt with waiting prick. Their only contact was a tenuous ring of flesh. She came. When he was done she could feel his come drip down her leg. "Are you happy?" Laura asked from outside. Wren nodded. I'm open and I love you. Even if Brad does fuck you. "Mouth," someone said. Go
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