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Please let me know if you like this story and what you think, I am at 
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Ashley's Torments

Disclaimer: This is a basically true story of what happened to me two
years ago. It contains large amounts of non-consensual sex and abuse. It
took me a long time to get over some of it. Yes parts of  this does
still to this day turn me on, however it was forced and I was treated
badly. If this offends you don't read it. I was asked to post this by a
friend online that has talked to me about this experience. I would love
to hear from people about this. If you don't like it or if you do.
Either way please tell me. Let me know if I should go on with it as
well______.

(Part One) (Introduction)

I guess I should first tell you about me. I am 22 (almost 23), about 
5'6, with
blonde 
hair and blue
eyes. I have often been told that I am pretty, and who am I to argue?

I weigh about 125 lbs. I think I could lose 10 lbs but I guess that just 
about
every 
girl thinks that.
Why should I be different?  My life is pretty normal for the most part; 
or at
least it 
used to be. But
Paul changed all that.

I loved Paul very much. I believed he loved me as well, but was I ever 
wrong!

I was 20 years old at the time that my life took that strange turn. I 
had been
dating 
Paul for what
seemed like forever;  actually only 2 years. He was a very demanding 
boyfriend,
very 
firm and
strict.   He would often dictate how I dressed and what I would do. For 
the
most part, 
I didn't care
-- in fact at times it really turned me on -- but I had noticed that 
once in a
while his 
need to
control everything went wild.

It was about 3 years ago now; as I said, I was twenty at the time. I got 
home
early from 
work on
this ill-fated night. Paul was already home; this was rather odd, but I 
didn't
give it 
much
thought at the time. Paul told me to get dressed up, as we were were 
going out.
He 
brushed off
my questions about where we were going and said it didn't matter; I 
should just
go and 
get
dressed. He had picked out my clothes, he said, and they were on the 
bed.  He
emphasized 
that
I should only put on the clothes that he had laid out for me, and that I 
must be
ready 
by 7.

I was less then happy about this. It was Friday night and I had told 
Paul I
didn't want 
to go out
this weekend as I was tired from my new after-school job.  But you 
didn't argue
with my 
Paul
when he was in this mood. I went up stairs to find my clothes all laid 
out as he
had 
told me. But
what a shock it was when I saw the outfit --   my shortest skirt, a 
little jet
black 
number that barely
covered my ass. That skirt was for private love play with Paul. I hated 
wearing
it in 
public, and
Paul knew that full well. There was also a pair of high heels, also 
black, and
my tan 
blouse.
Nothing else. No bra, no panties no nothing.  I was getting a bit 
concerned. I
began to 
wonder
what exactly Paul had planned for me that night. I didn't even know 
where we
were 
going. None
the less I donned the outfit and went downstairs.

Well, Paul was drinking a beer, and I was less than thrilled. When I 
started to
remind 
him how I
felt about his starting drinking early, he got all pissed off, told me 
to shut
up and 
get my coat.

"Where are we going", I asked. He said,  "Well, if you must know, Bob 
and Beth
are 
having a
party and we're invited".

"Oh no", I said. "You know how I feel about Beth. You can go and  have 
fun if
you want 
to, but I'm
not going."

Paul freaked out and shouted,  "Look, I'm sick of this shit. You're 
going and
that's 
that."

I didn't care for them, especially Beth. Bob was Paul's best friend and 
Beth his 
girlfriend.  Paul
started screaming, "I'm sick of your trying to break up things between 
me and
Bob just 
because
you two bitches can't get along. Now let's go." He grabbed my arm and 
pushed me
towards 
the
door.

I guess I should explain why I didn't like Beth. Basically she is 
bi-sexual,
while I am 
not. She had
come on to me many times and was not too happy when I did not respond
enthusiastically. 
As a
result we were never real tight. But there was something else about her 
that
made me 
very
uncomfortable; something I never could explain, even to myself.  Anyway, 
the
ride to 
Bob's
house was not a happy one. Paul said very little to me in the car and 
drove
kinda fast. 
I just
huddled in the corner of the front seat,  very cold and uncomfortable.

When we got to their house,  I thought it was rather odd that there 
were no
extra cars 
around but
I didn't give it a lot of thought. Maybe we were early. Bob opened the 
door, let
us in, 
and shut the
door behind us. For the first time I could remember, he locked the door 
behind
us. I 
guess he
thought that I didn't notice.

Beth was sitting in the living room, dressed very much as I was --short 
skirt, 
a tight 
blouse, and
heels. Bob and Paul were just dressed like average  guys, jeans and a 
tee shirt. 
Beth 
said hi to
Paul, kind of ignoring me altogether. Then Beth said something very 
strange:
she said 
she was
surprised I had agreed -- just that,  no explanation. Paul just shook 
his head ,
and 
grinned, "Well,
she didn't actually agree -- she doesn't know the whole story yet. But 
she'll
come 
around -- you'll
see." I started to get a bit uncomfortable; obviously, they had some 
sort of
secret 
that I wasn't in
on. "Agreed to what?" I asked.

Paul explained, with one of those evil smiles he sometimes has, "Look, 
Ash.
We're all 
sick of this
feud, or whatever it is, between you gals. It's putting a great strain 
on
relations 
between me and
Bob, and Beth is tired of it too. She has agreed to make real friends 
tonight,
and 
thinks a closer
relationship might lessen the strain."

I flipped. "A closer relationship?' I sputtered. "Well, fuck you, Beth."

Paul boiled over. He slapped me right across the face, the first time in 
his
life that 
he had hit me
with full force. I mean he has hit me before (and not always on the 
face),
playing 
around, but
never like that. And never in front of others. He said, with menace in 
his
voice, "Look 
Ash, we've
all decided this is going to happen one  way or another. If you don't 
like it
our way, 
we can
suggest another way that you'll think is even worse."  I just looked at 
them all 
with 
my mouth
open wide, in shock at the situation that was developing.

(Part Two)

     I stood there gazing at Paul, hoping that any minute I would wake 
up, and
this 
would be a
dream. But in my heart I knew it wasn't. I screamed at Paul to take me 
home now;
that I 
hated
him, and we were over. He said have it your way, bitch. Bob and Paul  
dragged
me to the 
sofa
and tossed me onto it. I stated to get really scared at this point, 
pleading
with them 
to stop this
before it went too far.  Well, this turned Paul on even more. He said 
that if I
would 
allow Beth to
eat me, they might -- just might, mind you -- go easy on me. What could 
I do? I
was 
terrified at
what they might do if I didn't play along with them, and very 
reluctantly nodded
my 
head.

I lay there sobbing as Beth started to pull down my mini skirt. I was 
totally
helpless. 
As Beth
discovered my lack of under garments, she said to Bob, "See? I told you 
she was
a slut", 
and
Paul got into the act with  "Yeah, she likes to dress like that. I don't
particularly 
care for it, but
what can I do?" I couldn't believe it -- Paul was lying his ass off. He 
had
made me 
dress this way.
But I knew that they'd never believe me if I argued.

Beth now had my skirt off. Pulling none too gently on my pussy hair, she 
said to
Paul 
how  much
better I would looked shaved, and could they do it to me?  Paul grinned, 
and
replied , 
"You know
what? I would like that too." Well that was it. I started freaking out, 
kicking
and 
screaming, and
Paul said  if I didn't calm down at once he would leave me here with 
them. Well,
shock 
ran
through my body at his words . I couldn't believe he meant it.  I knew 
if he
left I 
would be in much
worse trouble, so I did my best to get under control again.  Paul 
chuckled, and
said  
"good girl',
and patted my head, just as if I were a puppy. (I was going to get my 
fill of
doggie 
treatment, I
soon learned).

Beth twined her hands in my hair, and dragged me roughly to my feet. 
"Come on,
bitch," 
she
grunted, "let's go up to the barber shop." Pointing to my heels and 
blouse, she
told me 
that I was
to be naked as long as I was in their house, "unless", she smirked, "we 
have
something 
special
for you to wear." I looked imploringly at Paul, but he wasn't any help. 
He just
told me 
to go along
with the gag.

I undressed reluctantly, and handed my clothes to Beth, who pushed me up 
the
stairs and 
into
the bathroom, the boys  enjoying the show as they followed along behind 
us. At
Beth's 
command,
I lay down in the tub, while she gathered up the razor and shaving 
cream.
Running her 
hand
through my bush (and pulling brutally), she said to Paul, "This is too 
thick to
cut all 
at once -- it'll
clog the razor. Run downstairs for me like a good boy, and bring up the 
electric 
clippers from the
other bathroom." Down he went. That's another thing that I hated about 
Beth --
she could 
always
get Paul to do what she wanted. Probably this whole "party" had been her
suggestion, I 
figured.

As soon as Paul had left the room, Beth remarked to Bob in a 
conspiratorial tone
of 
voice, "Did
you get that? If this bitch pisses him off enough he'll leave her with 
us. Even
if it's 
just for the
weekend, do you know what we could do with her?" What a ghastly thought! 
Paul
would 
never
do that to me, I told myself. I was going to beg Paul to take me home 
just as
soon as he 
came
back, but Beth was too cunning for me. The moment Paul entered the room 
she
cooed to him
"Hey, wouldn't your bitch look great with her clit pierced?" And that 
drove
everything 
else out of
my mind.  I started freaking out, really freaking out.

Well, that was too much for Paul. "I've had enough," he said. "I warned 
you, Ash
--  I 
told you to
calm down and you haven't. I'm going downstairs to make a call, and to 
give you
a few 
minutes
to think about your situation. If you want to apologize to us and be 
good, then
fine. If 
not, I'm out
of  here, and you're theirs for a while. How long I don't know. At least 
for the
night."

With that he ran down the stairs.

End of part two


Beth  grinned, and she quickly told Bob to cover my mouth as I lay there 
in the
tub.  He 
held me
down and covered my mouth as Beth started removing her panties. "I 
can't have
her 
ruining my
plan," she whispered,  "so we'll have to shut her up for the moment."  
She
proceeded to 
shove
her panties into my mouth, gagging me very effectively. And speaking of 
gagging,
the 
idea of
having her underwear in my mouth just about made me puke.

I then heard Paul yell up, "Well, Ash? Did you change your mind?" Beth 
just
giggled at 
my
helplessness. I wanted more than anything in the world to say I was 
sorry and
get him to 
take me
home. And Beth knew that. But I could say nothing. Beth then yelled 
down, "Paul,
she 
said fuck
you. What should I do?"

Paul shouted,  "Fuck her! I don't give a shit what you do with her. I'm 
out of
here." 
The door
slammed.

I started sobbing uncontrollably. I knew what I was in for.

(Part 3)  sent

As it turned out, I didn't have even a fraction of an idea what I was in 
for.

First they shaved my pussy, but I had expected that. For some strange 
reason,
Beth saved 
the
hairs carefully in an envelope. She teased me that it was for a voodoo 
doll, but
I knew 
that wasn't
right. At least, I hoped it wasn't. "And since I have the clippers 
handy", she
said to 
Bob, "don't
you think that our little bitch should have her hair styled?" I 
struggled again,
but Bob 
was too
strong for me, and I had to just sit there while Beth clipped my hair. 
All of
it, down 
to about a
quarter of an inch.

She rubbed her hand over the stubble, giggling at the tickling feeling. 
"That'll
feel 
great, rubbing
across my pussy", she chuckled. "And it'll make it much easier to put 
our
collection of 
helmets on
her. But don't worry, bitch," she reassured me. "If it ever becomes 
really
important, we 
have a big
assortment of wigs that can make you look like almost anything we like. 
But just
now, we 
like it
like this." She laughed again, grinding her knuckles painfully into my 
scalp.

Beth was really turning on now. And it was clear that she gave the 
orders here
-- not 
that Bob
minded carrying them out. At her command, he carried me into the bed 
room, and
held me 
down
on the bed while she tied  me spread eagled on my back. All the while 
she was
working 
with the
knots, she kept crowing about how stupid a bitch  I was. She told me 
that Paul
had meant 
to let
the "party" go only so far, maybe let me French her, as an indication of 
my
intention to 
be
friends, but my stupid fucking attitude changed all that. I should have 
kept my
fucking 
mouth
shut. Well, maybe open it enough to give all hands a blow job. But she 
was not 
complaining, she
said. Now I was going to be their toy and slave for a while. Maybe a 
long while,
she 
grinned. She
told me not to expect to enjoy myself -- that I should  accept the idea 
that I
was 
going to be raped
-- many times and maybe by lots of partners. "Partners", she said, 
emphasizing
that they
wouldn't all be men. I couldn't say a thing, as my mouth was still full 
of her 
disgusting panties.
And she knew how I felt about it; she asked me, oh so sweetly, if I 
liked her
taste. 
Well, I'd get
used to it, she said. I knew damned well that no matter how used to it I 
got,
I'd never 
be able to
stand it, but I was so scared and  humiliated and helpless I didn't 
know what
to do.

She then opened a dresser drawer, and pulled out a box, and I could tell 
from
the thud 
on the
desk that it was pretty heavy. Still wearing that saccharine smile, she 
took out 
a dog 
collar and a
leash, and held them up for my inspection.

Well, my first impression was that it certainly was conspicuous. Wide, 
made of
shiny 
black
leather, and fitted with highly polished brass studs. On the outside, 
that is.
She went 
on to point
out that there were studs on the inside as well. Pointed studs. The 
points were
blunted, 
and
wouldn't break my skin, but it was obvious that they would be irritating 
at
best, and 
maybe
downright painful.

She buckled the collar around my neck, fastening the buckle with a small
padlock. And 
the studs
really hurt, what with me lying down and all. "This is a magic collar," 
she
taunted. 
"Let me show
you how it destroys your will-power, and makes you our abject slave". 
Taking
something 
that
looked like a TV remote control out of the box, she pressed one of the 
buttons,
and 
...ZAP!

"Ta-da!" she sang."Magic. The magic of electronics. All we did was take 
the guts
out of 
a cattle
prod, and fix them up so the shock gets applied through the studs. It's 
turned
on by 
this remote,
or by pressure on any one of these outside studs." She demonstrated, and 
I
screamed 
again.
"And the leash has a switch in it, too, to keep you under control when 
we go
walkies." 
She
explained how the batteries were contained right in the collar (that was 
one of
the 
reasons that it
was so heavy) and she was able to control the intensity of the shock 
(more 
demonstration).

And I was freaking. Trying to move around, but there was no escape. 
Next, she
said, I 
was going
to clean Bob's feet. As Bob  happily removed his work boots and socks,  
she
released 
from my
tied position and put the leash  on me. Pulling me to the floor, and 
again
demonstrating 
the
"magic" of the collar, she urged me towards Bob, who was now sitting on 
the edge
of the 
bed. I
could smell his feet already, sweaty and smelly. I was going to gag but 
I
managed to 
control it,
not knowing how I would be punished for somethng like vomiting all over 
her
floor. 
Probably
they'd make me eat it.

Beth pulled me up to his toes and said "Start cleaning cunt. Do a good 
job or
be 
beaten". Then
she laughed and said "Ah shit, you'll be beaten anyway but you'll still 
do a
good job, 
if you know
what's good for you."

Just as I bent down to the loathsome task, the phone rang. Beth jumped 
to answer
it, 
calling to
Bob to stuff the panties back into my mouth. "It's just about time for 
Paul to
be 
calling," she
smirked. "Why don't you play with little Ash's titties while I take care 
of
him." 
Apparently she was
right, but all I heard was her side of the conversation, which consisted 
mainly
of "yea, 
yea yea
yea no problem. Ok hold on let me see."

She turned to me with that evil grin, and said, "Paul wants to know if 
you're
ready to 
be friends."
And I couldn't answer, of course. Then she picked up the phone again, 
and said,
quite 
truthfully,
"She doesn't say a word, Paul. Just sits there and glares at me. I think 
that
she needs 
a little
more persuasion. Yeah, maybe through the weekend? OK, I'll see you 
tomorrow
night then, 
at
the bachelor party. You remember that I'm in charge of the 
entertainment, and
I've lined 
up a
stripper with an act that'll knock your eyes out. 'Bye now."

After she hung up, she actually did a little dance of joy. "Hey, Bob," 
she
chortled. You 
heard me
tell him. The cunt is ours for the weekend. Now we really have a prime 
act for
your 
cousin's
bachelor party. And we won't have to pay her a cent. It'll take a bit of
training to get 
her ready in
that time, though". With that she tugged the panties out of my mouth and 
pulled
the 
leash,
dragging me back to Bob's feet.

When I had finished to his satisfaction, she pulled me over to herself. 
"OK, now
you can 
do it for
me. And this time, you're going to lick between the toes. Between the 
two big
toes, that 
is. . ."

Well, I finally finished her off, although her legs just about broke my 
head
with the 
spasm of her
orgasm. And then it was Bob's turn. "I know that you've wanted to get 
something
that she 
hasn't
given Paul," Beth cooed, "but I'm afraid that you'll have to be 
satisfied with
blow jobs 
until we've
had a chance to stretch her asshole a little." And then they gave me an 
enema
and put 
this butt
plug into me. It didn't hurt at all at first, although it felt 
disgusting. But
soon it 
started swelling up -
- I guess it was run by battery or something. Anyway, I thought that I 
would be
torn 
apart by the
time I had finished blowing Bob.

(Part 4)
    I didn't really sleep well that night, I was tied to the bed spread 
eagled
on my 
back, with that
fucking plug still there. It didn't seem to be expanding so much any 
more; maybe
it had 
already
done its job. But it still felt GROSS! I finally managed to fall into a 
fitful
sleep.

Beth woke me up at 6 the next morning, by biting my left nipple, hard. 
"Rise and
shine 
cunt,
you have a big day ahead of you" she said.  I couldn't imagine what that 
meant.
She 
untied me,
put the leash back on me, and led me downstairs like a dog, on all 
fours.  I was 
starving and
knew if I wanted to eat I better do as I was told. So she walked me down 
to
where Bob 
was
already preparing something --  something that apparently was to be my
breakfast. It was 
put in a
small bowl and laid out on the floor like a dog's food. Beth said "Eat 
up,
cunt, or 
starve;  we really
don't care which." They shoved my head into the bowl and it was exactly 
what I
was 
afraid of,
dog food. They  laughed very hard at my disgust, and then Beth said, "If 
it
isn't to 
your taste,
bitch, I can sweeten it up a bit for you." She picked up the bowl and 
held it
between 
her legs, as
if she was going to piss in it, and I got the idea, and ate. After 
breakfast was
over,  
Beth  pulled
my leash and dragged me to the other room where she sat on the sofa with 
me on
the floor 
at her
feet. Bob pulled up a footstool, and sat beside me, playing with my tits 
the
whole time. 
Beth then
told me what they had planned for my day.

First they would be taking a number of pictures of me for insurance 
purposes, so
that I 
could
never ever turn on them when and IF they ever let me go. They knew that 
my
father's 
career in
the small town that I came from depended on his image as a staunch 
defender of
family 
values,
and that any scandal touching his daughter would ruin him.

Then I was going to be taken to the mall to have some sexy outfits 
purchased for
me to 
wear
tonight. She said not to worry about the fact that they had ripped up my
clothing last 
night. She
had some slutty outfits to take me to the mall in. And not to worry 
about my
friends 
from college
recognizing me. They would never guess that the bitch with the buzz cut 
hairdo
and the
"indecent" clothes I would be wearing was the demure little Ashley that 
they
knew. Just 
to prove
it, she said, she'd make a point of introducing her new "slavegirl" to 
any of my
friends 
that we
happened to run into.

And then she reminded me that Bob's cousin  was getting married next 
weekend,
that the
bachelor party was tonight and that I would be the entertainment.  I 
pleaded
with her, 
but Beth
just laughed, slapped my face, and told me to shut up and listen. She 
said to
face it I 
had no say
in it. There  would  be about 30 people, she pointed out, and all of 
them were
friends 
of mine
from college. They'd really get a kick out of seeing me naked; and even 
if they
didn't 
recognize
me, I would know who they were.  And if I didn't shape up and stop 
crying, she'd
make 
sure that
they DID know who I was.

For at least the rest of the weekend, she pointed out, I was theirs to 
do with
as they 
pleased and
this was what pleased them. She said I would do whatever I was told to 
do that
night or 
not only
would I be punished in front of all the men there but they would be 
invited to
take a 
hand in the
punishment, too

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