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Archive name: agony.txt (mf, nc, teen, asian)
Authors name: wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : AGONY

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She screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into 
her bowels, stretching her ass until she thought it 
would tear, her slender fourteen year old body shaking 
and jerking in revulsion and terror, her body bent over 
and tied achingly to a large chair.

She couldn't believe, her mind a whirl of pain and 
humiliation, that she had left her house just a few 
hours ago to go on a date-it seemed like another world 
altogether. She had taken over an hour to prepare, 
combing out her long, blue-black hair and tying it in a 
loose braid, applying makeup to enhance her glowing 
Asian eyes, powdering her delicate features to give her 
face a clear, pale glow. She had even bought a special 
dress, a short-sleeved affair which covered her upper 
body, pulling attention away from her almost non-
existent chest to her narrow waist, and which fell from 
there into a short, flirty skirt which showed off legs 
strong and well shaped from years of bicycle riding.

It had been so exciting, she remembered, being asked 
out by the seventeen year old captain of the football 
team, Tommy. All her friends had just died.

She was forced back to reality as Tommy took her chin 
in his hand and forced her to look at him, her tear 
stained face a mask of fear and desperation.

"Please, uh, please let, aahgg, me go," she whimpered 
as his friend continued plowing her virgin ass, sending 
streamers of agony through her each time his hips 
crashed against her ass cheeks, the penetration tearing 
her apart.

"You are so beautiful Sylvia," he answered softly. "I'm 
not done with you yet." With that he stood up and urged 
his friend on, telling him to fuck the little bitch 
hard, to hurt her, to make her scream. She turned red 
in shame as she felt him come inside her ass, her ass 
burning at the violation.

She remembered they had gone out to dinner, and she had 
talked, and he had talked, and then he had taken her 
back to his place, since he had forgotten to bring the 
flowers he had gotten her. He invited her in to meet 
his parents, but instead found Greg waiting for her 
just inside the door. Greg, a six foot two, two hundred 
pound offensive lineman, had picked her up like she was 
a rag doll and thrown her to the ground. She hadn't 
realized what was going on even as he ripped the 
clothes off her. It was only when she had seen Tommy 
stepping out of his pants that she had realized that he 
was going to rape her.

And rape her he had, taking her virginity brutally 
while she thrashed and screamed and begged and pleaded 
beneath him, the pain and humiliation and betrayal and 
shame making her buck with inhuman strength to throw 
him off, but all in vain. He had taken her with his 
friend Greg watching and helping, and they had laughed 
each time she screamed after he drove into her hard. 

And they had joked after he had come and was still 
inside her, with her moaning, defeated, on the ground.
She had thought they would let her go then, but she was 
wrong. Greg wanted his turn, and had tied her bent over 
a chair so he could have "her remaining virgin hole." 
It was a hell from which she felt she'd never be 
released.

"You really think the chandelier is strong enough?" she 
heard Greg ask, his cock thankfully removed from her 
anus.

"Sure. Hell, I used to swing from it when I was ten. 
She can't weigh much more than I did. Of course, we'll 
have to gag her. We don't want her caterwauling 
bringing over the neighbors."

"Ok. Let's do it." They laughed and she heard them 
giving each other a high five.

She had no fight left in her as they untied her, 
ignoring her pleadings to be released. Still she 
managed to squirm and try to keep Tommy from shoving 
her panties into her mouth until Greg grabbed her head 
and forced her jaw open. Tape then covered the lower 
half of her face as she was effectively gagged, and the 
rope was brought around to fasten her arms together in 
front of her, her wrists fastened painfully together.

Tommy held his prize at arms length, gazing at her in 
admiration. She was a beauty, all right, the tears 
streaming down her face, the look of horror in her 
gorgeous Asian eyes, her wide, delicate nose flaring as 
she breathed, her long blue-black hair frayed from its 
braid to fall across her shoulders, the way her 
shoulders shook as she sobbed only made her more 
beautiful in his eyes.

As Greg brought in a ladder from the garage Tommy 
thought back to when he had first seen her. She had 
been in the stands sitting next to the other freshman 
girls, or fresh meat as he and his friends called them, 
and he had been entranced. He had wanted her that very 
instance; more than that, he had wanted to dominate 
her, to hurt her, to hear her whimper under the 
punishment of his cock. And now he had her. He smiled 
to himself as he led his little Asian princess under 
the chandelier and handed the rope up to Greg.

Sylvia used her eyes to plead with Tommy to let her go 
as she felt her arms pulled over her head, the rope on 
her wrists beginning to burn as she was pulled to her 
toes, the muscles in her calves and thighs straining to 
keep her balance.

Greg descended the ladder and both he and Tommy stood 
back to admire their prize. Her shapely legs were well 
displayed as they strained to keep the ropes from 
stripping the skin from her wrists, her narrow hips and 
waspish waist giving her the illusion of a chest. Her 
breasts, although merely small bulges of flesh topped 
by nipples, perfectly complimented the rest of her 
body.

Sylvia trembled fearfully in her bondage as the boys 
stared at her. She felt their come dripping from her 
ass and cunt down her thighs, and clenched them 
together to hide this shame. When would this torture 
end, she thought?

"No!" she tried to scream through her gag as she saw 
them pull their belts from the pants lying on the 
ground, but only a muffled moan came out. A loud 
"THWACK" split the air and she screamed in pain as a 
belt landed squarely against her midriff, jerking her 
off balance. As she struggled to take the weight off 
her wrists a belt landed against her ass, sending 
thudding pain through her body and jerking her hips 
forward.

"THWACK" against the front of her thighs. "THWACK" 
against her shoulder blades. "THWACK" against her small 
breasts. "THWACK THWACK THWACK" the belts fell again 
and again, driving her crazy with agony. The pain in 
her wrists was merely a dull aching compared to the 
fire of her body as the belts drove her to the edge of 
consciousness, her muffled screaming turned to grunting 
and whimpering as the boys relentlessly battered her 
teenaged body.

She was in a daze of pain when they stopped, and didn't 
even realize it. Her wrists were bleeding and her body 
was black and blue. When she felt gentle hands lift her 
up she didn't know whose they were or where she was. 

When the gag was removed her mouth moved convulsively 
but only soft mewling sounds came out.

Tommy, she remembered, Tommy as she clutched at the 
warm body, which carried her to a bed and laid her 
gently down. Tommy and his friend had beaten her, and 
she ached, but why was he treating her so gently now, 
why was he softly kissing her, so lovingly, on her neck 
and chest and nipples. She was in a half dream state as 
she felt his hands at her ravaged sex, and she felt 
herself responding to his soft caresses. His lips were 
against hers, and she met his tongue with her own, her 
body rising with passion to press against his. When he 
entered her it was bliss, and she moaned and twisted 
beneath him as he slowly rocked her to completion, 
filling her with his seed even as she screamed in 
orgasm and clutched at him with her whole body before 
collapsing on the bed.

"You're mine, Sylvia." It was a statement, not a 
question.

"Yes, oh yes," she whispered before falling into an 
exhausted sleep.

1996/10/31

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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