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Authors name: wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : DEBT
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This is a long, brutal story about the rape and
eventual enslavement of a youngish mother of two
daughters.
Enjoy,
wiley06
CHAPTER I
The words "your family" rang in his ears, his wife and
his two daughters. He hung his head in his hands as
despair overwhelmed him. He had asked Jack to take his
life, but Jack had merely laughed and said his life
wouldn't make up for what he owed, but his wife might
be able to "work it off", and if she couldn't, his two
daughters certainly could. Almost two and a half
million he had lost with no way to pay it off, and now
his family was going to pay. The fact that Jack had put
him out of the way, in a prison which was a first class
hotel room with two women, one Swedish, the other
Korean, neither of whom spoke English, and both of whom
would do anything he wished, only made it worse. He lay
down on the sumptuous bed and closed his eyes, barking
at the Swedish girl not to touch him.
She had gotten the visit from Jack, one of her
husband's clients, a notorious drug dealer, two days
ago. He laid it all out for her: she was going to help
her husband-that worthless bastard, she thought-pay off
his debt, and if she didn't, he could get the money by
selling her daughters to brothels. Amy and Jennifer,
only 15 and 13 years old, sold as prostitutes, and she
knew he could do it, and would do it. She didn't have a
choice, and agreed to do whatever he said. He had only
smiled, and said she only had to make sure she was at
home today, and that her daughters were not. In fact,
he had suggested she send her daughters to stay with
relatives for a week or so. The following day some of
his men had come and had wired her house with video
cameras in every room. Wire was strung up all over the
house and the grounds-her imagination ran wild with
what they were for.
Jack leaned back in his chair and watched the 4
monitors in front of him, his hands resting on the
controls which would give him a live feed from the
house of his ex-lawyer from any of the cameras he had
ordered so meticulously set up. When Gregory had fallen
on hard times, Jack was more than happy to make his
wife pay. Even at thirty-four, after two kids, she was
beautiful, with long black hair and a tall, slender
body, with just enough up top to give her a figure. He
liked her eyes most, though, dark and shining and
expressive. If he remembered Gregory's story right, she
had been a Japanese exchange student, and they had hit
it off. Well, the films she was now going to star in
were going to make Jack a lot of money, and if they
didn't make enough to cover what he was owed, well, the
films her daughters would make would bring in even more
money.
She started when she heard her front door open; she had
locked it. She stood tentatively and moved toward the
front door, just a room away, when she saw them-four
men, large, white, rough looking, not whom she had been
expecting. "Wh...who are you? What do you want?" she
stuttered, stepping back as she saw their faces break
into feral grins. "Look what we got here, guys," the
middle one sneered as they fanned out around her. "Keep
away!" she yelled, and made a dash for the phone, fear
giving her the strength to push past one of the men who
tried to grab her and make it into the hallway, only to
go crashing into the wall as another of the men threw
her against it and pinned her there, breathing hotly
into her ear. "We're going to have us a little party,
bitch," he hissed, dragging her into her living room
and throwing her hard to the plush carpeting, tears of
fear and humiliation coursing down her face as the men,
working together, grabbed her, and for the first time,
she noticed that one of the men was holding a video
camera. Despair overwhelmed her as she realized this is
what Jack had planned for her.
Jack kept his eyes on the hand held camera, only
occasionally glancing at the fixed ones, making a
mental note to give the operator a bonus-he did such a
great job of catching the fear and despair in her eyes.
As he watched his men hold the woman down and pull off
her clothes as she thrashed about in their grip,
begging and pleading with them to let her go, he buzzed
his secretary and had him send in AJ3, a Japanese girl,
and ordered her to suck his cock. He smiled as he felt
her warm lips wrap themselves around his manhood, and
he leaned back to enjoy the show.
"No!!" she screamed as she felt teeth bear down on her
nipple, hands groping her now nude body, lithe and
svelte from hours of exercise a day. Her hands were
held above her head and her legs held open as fingers
probed at her lightly furred pussy. "I've got to get a
taste of that cunt," she heard one of them say just
before one of the men swung his leg over her chest and
leaned down, his mouth beginning to hungrily slurp at
her privates. "Hey, don't hog!" another one of them
yelled, pushing them both over until she was lying on
her stomach on top of the man greedily licking her
cunt, sending brief flashing of pain and humiliation
through her as her body was violated. Jack watched
remotely, his hands gripping the head of AJ3 as she
took him into her throat, thinking what a great ass she
had, two firm globes of muscle, as one of the men
pulled them apart, his cock lubed and pushing against
her ass while the third man was pulling out his cock
near her face. They had tied her hands behind her back
to get them out of the way, so now she was completely
helpless, her slender, taut body at the disposal of his
three men.
She howled in agony as one of the men drove his cock
into her ass while, at the same moment, the man beneath
her bit hard against her clit, sending agony spiking up
her body, making it feel like they were tearing her
apart. A moment later pain lanced through her head as
the third man lifted the front of her body up by her
long, luxurious hair, and pushed his cock into her
mouth, saying "suck, bitch, suck it good" before
ramming it against the back of her throat. Her whole
body spasmed under the triple assault, and she nausea
rose in her guts as the cock was forced down her throat
and he began to fuck her face like a cunt, slamming his
pelvis against her delicate nose. Guttural sounds
escaped from around the cock in her throat each time
the man behind her drove his cock hard into her ass.
Her mind went numb as pain filled her body, a haze of
blackness covering her thoughts as she was buffeted
back and forth relentlessly. The only relief she had
was the man at her cunt had stopped biting and gnashing
his teeth against her flesh, and had sucked the flesh
around her clitoris into his mouth and was running his
tongue quickly back and forth across her clit, his
teeth mashing against her sensitive flesh each time the
man above him bore down into her ass.
Jack loved it; it was a masterpiece. A beautiful
Japanese housewife raped, and his camera man was doing
great, getting every shot that mattered: the cock
stretching her raped asshole wide open, plunging in and
out with abandon, a side shot of the cock in her mouth,
sliding in to the balls, a far shot of her whole body
being so abused. The sounds, too, the sounds were
perfect, each slap of skin against skin, each grunt,
each slurping thrust, each cry of pain was captured. He
was going to make a lot of money off this, he thought
as he came down AJ3's throat, holding her head still
until he was done.
It seemed like an eternity, her body, twisted into an
unnatural position, brutally rocked between two raping
cocks. It went on and on, her eyes tightly shut, her
long lashes soaked with tears which ran down her face,
splattering against her rapist's thighs each time he
drove down her throat. Sparks began to flash behind her
eyes as her rape continued, the pain, the lack of
oxygen, all sending her into a daze beyond sensation.
Her guts began to churn and her body began to shake as
the sparks began to grow larger and brighter, each
thrust into her ass sending her clit hard against the
man's mouth below, each thrust into her face dazing her
slightly more. "Get ready bitch, here it comes!" she
heard one of them say, and then she felt a tearing
sensation in her scalp as he gripped her head more
tightly, grinding his crotch into her face, cutting off
her airways. At the same time the man fucking her ass
leaned hard against her, spilling his come deep into
her bowels. She screamed as the man below her bit down
on her clit, and the sparks exploded in wave after wave
of cascading light and motion, her body undulating as
pleasure/pain coursed through her raw nerves, a warm
gush of fluids splattering across her thighs betraying
an orgasm which seemed like it wouldn't stop. Jack
watched in amazement as Gregory's cold fish (from what
Gregory had told him) wife began to jerk like a gaffed
fish, come spraying from between her legs, her slender
body shaking in the throws of an obviously mind-
shattering orgasm, her gyrations only seeming to stop
once the man at her head pulled his softening cock from
her throat. He felt his own cock begin to harden again
in AJ3's skilled mouth as he thought about what a prize
he had found.
She moaned as she was thrown onto her back, her
aftereffects of her orgasm overwhelming her. She
couldn't think. Her mind was aswirl with emotions, her
body seeming to float as the man who had been beneath
her snarled, "I got to get me some of that cunt,"
grabbing her ankles and pushing them to either side of
her head. She sobbed in humiliation as he drove his
cock hard into her splayed, slick cunt, the more so
because it felt so good. As her slender body was rocked
under the punishing fucking, drawing helpless grunts in
between her sobs from her throat, her mind drifted to
thoughts of her husband. It was his fault she was
suffering this, his fault. She gasped as the second
orgasm of her life washed over her, and tears ran down
her face. Seventeen years of marriage and her husband
had never made her come, her husband, the only man who
had ever had her until today, until these men came
because of him to rape her, and to film it for sale.
Her body shuddered again as he ground his pelvis
against hers, spilling his seed deep in her guts, and
she moaned as pleasure washed through her.
Jack came a second time as the camera focused on her
tear-stained face being twisted into passion. He
continued watching, satiated, as his men knocked her
around a bit before dragging her to the kitchen, making
her scream by twisting and crushing her nipples with a
nutcracker. For the next 20 minutes they tormented her
with various kitchen implements, foods, and ice before
raping her again. By the time they were done her in the
kitchen, her whole body throbbed, come running down the
inside of her thighs and down the side of her mouth.
The worst of it was that her body betrayed her two more
times, gushing fluids against her rapists, bucking
uncontrollably as the men laughed at her and called her
a whore, a slut, a fucking machine. For the finale they
dragged her to the bathroom, threw her into the tub,
and urinated on her, covering her hair and body with
the acrid odor of their wastes, taking great delight in
watching it splatter from her full red lips as she
twisted her abused body about to avoid the foul taste.
When they were done, the camera lingered lovingly over
her beaten, abused, raped body as it lay in the tub,
motionless, only renewed tears and a weak sobbing
showing signs of life. It was over an hour after they
had left before she dragged herself to her feet-at
least they had freed her hands-and cleaned herself off.
She didn't think about what she had gone through, she
just went through the motions of caring for her
battered body before curling up in bed and crying
herself to sleep.
Jack helped edit the film himself, making sure
everything was to his liking. When he had a rough cut
of the master, he made a copy and had it sent to
Gregory. He wondered how that pathetic bastard would
react to seeing his beautiful wife come her brains out
while being raped by three men. He smiled to himself.
Gregory was busy fucking the Swedish girl, boredom and
lust overcoming his despair, up the ass-he loved the
way she moaned and cooed as he twisted his cock deep in
her bowels (his wife barely ever seemed to notice no
matter how hard he tried to please her), when the
Korean girl slid a tape into the VCR. He smiled at her
naked, glistening, dark body, a smile which slowly
vanished as the tape progressed.
Gregory's wife didn't open her eyes, her mind reliving
the horror of the previous day, and the humiliation of
her orgasms, until long after noon. When she did, she
noticed a manila envelope sitting on her bed. She
fearfully reached over and opened it, pulling out a
single sheet of paper and two pictures. The pictures
were of her two daughters, the paper had instructions
on it. She read it and despaired, but she saw hope in
its claim that her ordeal would be over in four days-
less if only.... Tomorrow, it said, she was to expect
more visitors, and she was to dress nicely for them. If
she could exit by the front door after they entered the
house, she could consider her husband's debt paid. If
not, then, three days after the morrow, she was to put
on a two-piece bathing suit and lay by the pool all
morning. At the end of that day, her husband's debt
would be paid, and she could bring her daughters back
home.
The next day she sat in her living room, well dressed
as commanded, waiting for what was to come. She didn't
have a real plan to make it to the front door, except
to run straight through whoever came in, because she
really didn't think she could make it, no matter what
she did. She knew they wanted her to do so, so she
would, if only to get it over with sooner.
She was shivering with nervousness as she waited, and
started when she heard the front door open-surprised at
how easy they came in with the door locked. She stood
up as she heard their footsteps approaching,
straightening her skirt just to be doing something with
her hands. Confusion spread over her features as she
saw three women enter the room, hard, well-toned women
in jeans and leather. "N...no" she stuttered, backing
away as realization sunk in-two days ago she had been
raped by men, today it was to be women. She turned and
bolted for the pool area, climbing over the couch in
her haste, only to trip and fall hard to the ground,
where the three women jumped on her and began pummeling
her.
She curled up into a ball as they bruised her slender
body, before one of them grabbed her arms and pulled
them painfully behind her back. Rough rope was pulled
tightly around her wrists, followed by rope around her
elbows, pulling her arms painfully together behind her
back, making her arch forward. A knife glinted in her
eyesight in front of a blinding smile and she closed
her eyes, the sweat of terror covering her body. A
ripping sound greeted her ears as she felt her blouse
and bra being cut and pulled from her, to be followed
by her skirt and panties, until she was lying nude,
bound, before them.
"Ah!" she screamed as one of them gripped her hair and
dragged her to her knees, saying, "Let's see how the
cunt sucks pussy. You guys cool off." She watched in
horror as one of her captors shed her pants with one
hand, revealing lithe, muscular thighs with a lightly
furred mound and a hard ass. She didn't say a word as
the woman sat down on her couch, opened her legs, and
dragged her by the hair, jamming her face into her
crotch.
"Lick bitch," she commanded, jerking her hips into her
face. She thought she was going to throw up as the
strong odor of the woman's sex hit her, and she closed
her eyes in disgust, pressed her lips together, and
tried to pull her head away. She just couldn't do
anything so disgusting.
"Come-on!" she heard as the woman slapped the back of
her head and smeared her groin against her face.
"Pathetic," she heard the woman mutter as she continued
to refuse to debase herself by orally copulating this
woman. "Utterly pathetic. You asked for it bitch. Come
over here guys and give me a hand."
Without a word the two women lifted her onto the couch,
dropping her onto her back with her head hanging over
one of the arms. She found herself staring upside down
at the first woman sliding a huge dildo up her legs
until it fit snugly against her crotch; it must have
been 9 inches long and very thick. Screams were ripped
from her throat and blackness clouded her vision as a
woman ripped out a handful of her pubic hair, causing
her body to arch upwards in agony, her head held firm
in the grip of another as the dildo was shoved into her
mouth.
She began thrashing about in terror as the woman drove
her hips forward, forcing the huge dildo down her
throat, blocking her air passage while the other two
women held her down, biting at her nipples and groin.
The scent of the woman's cunt was flooded her senses as
she breathed in deeply through her nose, her whole body
trembling as it fell back onto the couch, the dildo in
her throat pinning her down as the woman ground her
hips into her face.
Jack watched in growing arousal as the women took
Gregory's wife. Muffled screams came through the dildo
whenever the woman at her crotch or breasts decided she
needed a little tenderizing, pinching, biting,
slapping, or punching her sexual organs without mercy,
all the while her slender throat bulged with the dildo
being ground against her face, her rapist standing
enraptured, her hands to either side of her captive's
head, a groove in the dildo riding against her own
clit, sending flashes of pleasure through her body as
she used the cunt beneath her.
The lack of oxygen was making her dizzy, her mind
floating outside her body as the dildo began to pound
in and out of her throat, fucking her like a man would,
until female cum ran down her face and into her eyes
and hair, blinding and suffocating her at the same
time. She tried to scream, but her body, held down by
the others, just shook along with the groin held firm
against her face, cutting off her air. Just as she felt
consciousness begin to slip away, the dildo was pulled
from her throat, and warm air rushed back into her
lungs, shocking her back into herself.
Her whole body was drenched and a faint nausea filled
her. She felt weak, like a baby, and didn't, couldn't,
resist as she was dragged by her hair to her feet, the
pain a dull throbbing in her head. She didn't really
register the 12-inch dildo they waved in front of her
face before one of them slipped the strap on on. Warm
lips met hers, and she was surprised by the passion in
them, the warmth of the bodies pressed against hers
from both behind and in front became comforting instead
of suffocating as she felt a tongue press against her
own, shivers of weakness sliding through her body as
hands ran over her, holding her up while caressing her.
Her eyes shot open and a muffled grunt escaped her
throat as she felt something prod her anus, and tears
filled her eyes even as chills of pleasure shot down
her spine as the woman's teeth clashed with hers, her
lips warm and tingling. She grunted again and wailed
slightly as she felt her ass stretch painfully,
shooting a strange thrill of pleasure through her body
as the fake cock slid up into her bowels, raising her
up on her toes, her calves straining to lift her body
away from the intrusion.
As the lips moved away from hers, she gasped at the
fullness inside her, her breath coming in short gasps
as her eyes locked on the sharp blue eyes of the woman
facing her. Her eyes widened and she looked down,
seeing the 12 inch monster pressed lightly against her
labia, whispering "no" before hands gripped her inner
thighs, lifting her from her feet and spreading her
wide apart before dropping her onto the monster dildo.
"Ahhh!" she howled as she was split in two, a howl cut
short as the dildo jarred against her womb, sending a
shock up her spine. The pain was overwhelming, dragging
screams from a throat she had thought screamed raw,
until lips covered hers again, this time insistent,
forceful, biting. Her body was jerked back and forth
like a rag doll as the two women fucked her
relentlessly, in and out, in and out, each thrust into
her cunt jarring her entire body with its force. She
was no longer standing, and no longer being held up,
only the two dildos kept her from sliding to the floor
between her two rapists. Animalistic grunts came from
deep in her chest in rhythm to her fucking, and she
could feel her rapists gasp and grunt and pant as they
came, not stopping even then, enjoying they way they
had impaled her slender body, the way it jerked and
spasmed uncontrollably in their grip.
Again and again they drove into her until her head was
spinning, sweat slick between their bodies, each of her
rapist's passion rising as orgasms rippled through
their bodies. The pain had receded to a background
scream, leaving her feeling impaled and stretched
beyond imagination. Lips and teeth at her neck and lips
and face sent shivers through her body, and each thump
of the dildo against her womb lit sparks of sensation
screaming to her mind. She didn't realize she was
coming until she heard her own voice howling and
moaning as wave after wave of almost unbearable
pleasure rocked through her slender frame, and still
they wouldn't stop, feral grins twisting their faces as
they drove her higher and higher into orgasm.
Sparks started to cloud her vision, and she felt warm
fluid gush down her thighs. Her body was beyond her
control, a spasming mass of muscle and sinew bucking
uncontrollably on the end on the two fake, fat cocks,
drowning her mind in pleasure. Her eyes open she
couldn't see anything as she rocketed into ecstasy, her
legs flopping once, another gush flooding from her
cunt, before she went limp. The women fucked her a few
more times before finishing their orgasms, dropping her
like a limp doll to lay in her own cum while they
staggered across to the couch.
Jack laughed aloud and nearly clapped his hands
together as he watched. He didn't have anyone servicing
him because he wanted to save it for later-he tended to
handle negotiations best when he was hard as a rock-but
now he almost wished he had had someone. She was
perfect, and it took all his willpower to keep himself
from calling in one of his girls to take care of his
raging hard-on. He only watched for another hour, but
the tape ran three hours longer, while they tied her
onto her back on the kitchen table, her legs and arms
and head hanging over the side, before they brought her
to. She didn't have as much spunk as before, but they
still managed to drag scream after scream and orgasm
after orgasm from her tortured body, using everything
in the kitchen from ice-cubes to the hand beater. She
didn't even resist when they insisted she lick them to
orgasm, being to overwhelmed to care. They untied her
and made her crawl around on her hands and knees,
making her service them with her mouth and fingers
while they lazed around her place, thinking up more
devious tortures.
The highlight, Jack thought as he watched the tape, was
at the very end, before they left, they took her almost
comatose form, limp from exhaustion, and, while two
each held an ankle on either side of her head, the
third drove a fist up into her cunt, bringing her to
screaming, thrashing life. By then her whole body was
covered in dried girl come, her hair soaked, her pubic
hair matted, her body showing bruises and marks where
the women had injured her. It was obscene, the way the
hand disappeared into her cunt, the arm pushing in
halfway to the elbow before stopping with a thud which
shook her whole body. For long minutes the woman fisted
her, finally bringing her head down and gripping her
clit between her teeth, biting down hard and pulling,
stretching the tender abused bud from her body while
twisting her fist deep inside her. She howled as she
came one final time and blacked out.
She came to twenty hours later, still laying on the
soft carpet of her living room. Her whole body ached
and when she remembered her orgasms she started
sobbing, curling up into a little ball. It was all so
unfair, so terrible, that they could do this to her.
She didn't know who she was anymore: she had wanted for
so long to be able to orgasm, to enjoy the pleasures of
the flesh with her husband, but these people made it
all so ugly, so humiliating, so hurtful. They used her
body's pleasure to lord it over her, to laugh at her,
and she sobbed the harder, knowing that it wasn't over,
knowing that two days later she would face it all over
again, knowing that deep down she didn't know if she
wanted it to end.
She barely ate the following two days, laying in bed
most of the time and taking long showers. The pain in
her body, the bruises aching and turning an ugly
purple/black, were as nothing compared to the torment
of her mind, which replayed the two rapes she had
suffered over and over. More humiliating, she found
herself growing aroused as she thought on them, her
hands almost unconsciously straying down to her still
sore sex, her fingernails digging into the tender
flesh, mimicking the remembered pain of her rapes as
she masturbated to orgasm. Each time, though, she felt
dirty, worthless, and would cry at what she had become,
a nearly nymphomaniacal pain-slut.
So it was with both apprehension and a shameful longing
that she applied a light coat of makeup to her face,
enhancing her gorgeous Asian features, slipped into a
bikini, and laid down in a lawn chair by the pool, sun
glasses shading her eyes. Bruises still showed on her
lean, muscular legs, on her svelte torso, and on parts
of her arms. The marks on her smallish breasts were
covered by a bikini top which made the most of her
breasts, and her round, firm ass was nicely displayed
by the bottoms she had chosen to wear.
She saw the cameraman first, walking slowly from some
distance away, camera pointing at her. She turned
slowly and stretched out on her stomach, as much to
hide herself from what was coming as to display her ass
to the camera. She reached back and undid the strap
holding her top on, feeling both dread and anticipation
in the pit of her stomach. She wanted this as much as
she wanted to avoid it.
Jack watched as the twenty men hopped into the yard,
criminals, most of them, some black, a few Mexicans,
but mostly white. Their eyes had all locked on their
prize, a fine piece of Asian flesh made available for
their sadistic pleasure, as they fanned out. When she
heard them she turned and sat up on her elbows, fear
rocking through her-so many, so many of them-fear and a
thrilling buzz in her cunt-they were all going to fuck
her.
Her sun glasses were knocked off as the first two
grabbed her and dragged her to her feet, the surprise
and shock evidence on her face, along with something
else. "Nice piece," one said, and another laughed,
pulling her hands away from her breasts, grinning at
the blush of shame that reddened her entire body.
"Gonna have us a good time," she heard another of them
yell to a chorus of agreement as one of the men who had
grabbed her pulled her against his body and bent his
head to kiss her hard on the mouth. She gasped into his
mouth as his hands dug brutally into her asscheeks,
fingers driving into the firm flesh as if he wanted to
rip it apart. Another man tore her away and pulled her
to him, dragging her head back forcefully by her hair
so he could his tongue roughly across her neck, one
hand slipping into her bikini briefs, gripping hard
against her flesh.
She was passed from man to man, staggering as they
pushed or pulled her between them, each groping her
body with their hands and their mouths. Dazedly, she
saw some reach into a cooler and pull out beers, but
then another man was sucking on her lips, his hands
dragging her leg up so that his fingers could jab at
her sex. For nearly a half hour she was tossed back and
forth, growing more and more disoriented, tension
building in the air as the men groped her and drank,
until she was grabbed by her shoulders by one of the
men, stopping her dizzying travel.
"Uhg" she grunted as the man backhanded her across the
face, making her stagger into another man, who punched
her hard in her flat stomach, making her bend at the
waist and slowly stagger to her hands and knees.
Immediately men were all around her, and her bikini
briefs were pulled roughly down her legs, skinning her
knees and hands on the hard concrete near the pool.
Cocks were out and she was brutally grabbed by the hair
and one was shoved into her mouth, its musky scent and
taste making her shudder as the man immediately began
humping into her face.
Hands gripped her narrow hips and another cock slid
easily into her slick cunt, and she shuddered at that
too, feeling a small orgasm rippled through her body as
the men began using her for their pleasure. It wasn't
long before the cock in her mouth slipped down her
throat, and she was well and truly impaled from both
ends, the men fucking her savagely, jerking her body
back and forth like an old rag-doll, her dainty form
looking small and used between them.
This fucking went on for four hours, one man replacing
another until her ass and pussy ran with come and her
throat was raw, come covering her face and hair and
dripping down off her chin to pool near her hands, torn
and red from the concrete. Her knees bled, tingeing the
come pooling around them a faint pink, her ass and
thighs covered with even more come. All twenty of the
men took her, drinking all the while, enjoying her body
twice, some three times, keeping her in a constant
state of sexual arousal, orgasms washing over her
almost continuously, her mind a dull haze of motion and
sensation as they used her again and again.
Finally satiated, they let her loose, lounging now,
drinking and laughing, as she slid slowly onto her
stomach, barely conscious as the come from twenty men
pressed against her body, welling up to the sides of
her as she collapsed. They left her like that for a few
minutes, until two men approached her and kicked her,
unresisting, over onto her back, her legs spread
obscenely, her cunt a swollen red, her pubes coated
flat with come and come covering her entire body from
head to toe.
"She needs a little cleaning up, don't you think,
boys?" one of the men who had rolled her over said,
laughing as he gripped his penis and pointed it at her.
A stream of piss splattered against her breasts, joined
by a second, and laughter echoed around the pool. She
mewled slightly at the acrid odor of it, weakly kicking
her legs as she lifted her hands to her face to ward
off the stream. Someone grabbed her hands and stood on
them, the dull pain in them waking her a little from
her stupor as more and more of the men began urinating
on her body, "washing" it with their piss. She twisted
her head away and clenched her eyes shut as it
splattered against her face and mouth, soaking her hair
in its foul smell. She could taste it through her lips
and teeth and nearly gagged.
It was all over within ten minutes: twenty men had
relieved their bowels over her body, leaving her lying
in a huge pool of piss and come. Humiliation burned her
olive cheeks to a deep red, and she struggled to stand,
swaying drunkenly from exhaustion and use. "Uhg, I
don't like my cunts filthy," a man said and grabbed her
by her arm and swung her into the pool, the shock
bringing herself almost fully back to herself. Her
whole body was sore and weak, her cunt and ass
throbbing in pain, her throat so raw she could barely
make a sound, cum burbling up from her esophagus.
She tread water for a moment before making her way over
to the side of the pool, noticing that some of the men
were leaving. One pulled her out of the pool and laid
her on her back, pushing her legs to either side of her
head, the concrete digging into her spine as he drove
his cock into her abused pussy. She moaned in pain and
growing desire as he leisurely fucked her, taking his
time. When he finally came she was practically writhing
with lust and pain, her previous usage making her cunt
flesh overly tender. A second man took his place, and
three more after him, each one driving her higher
toward the peak of sensation, yet none giving her
enough to push her over. They left after they had
finished, walking away without a word, leaving her
lying there, writhing in unfulfilled lust. Her hands
strayed down to her cunt, not caring if there were
still three men watching her, not caring what they saw
or thought, she just need to come. Her fingernails dug
into the abused flesh there and she howled as pain
ripped through her. Harder she pressed into her clit,
feeling herself so close, black shadows passing before
her vision.
She screamed in frustration as her hands were violently
ripped from her sex. Her legs were pulled into the air
until her body was resting on her shoulders, her hands
still held by a man who hunched over her, grinning
meanly down at her.
CHAPTER II
She arrived at 4:00 pm, knocking softly at my door; I
told her to come in and watched, entranced, as this
tiny, shy, thirteen year old girl stepped into my
apartment, wearing a flowered summer dress which showed
off her smooth, olive shoulders and her trim, firm
legs.
"He...he...hello," she stuttered out as I looked her
over carefully, my heart filled with lust: she was
tiny, only about 4'8" and, at a guess, maybe sixty five
or seventy five pounds, with a short, boyish haircut,
full, pouting lips, a round, flattish face, and
beautiful, narrow eyes. Her small breasts, just
beginning to form, heaved under her dress as I asked
her to come closer.
'Clickity clack' I went, increasing her excitement as
she moved closer to me; 'clickity clack' again as I put
an idea into her head. Now she was staring at the bulge
in my pants, her look one of innocent lust as she went
to her knees before me, her small, delicate hands
caressing my penis through my pants.
Excuse me if I rhapsodize poetic about this moment, but
such flowery language is the only way I can correctly
recount my feelings at this particular moment, in which
I first used the powers of my mind to seduce this
barely pubescent girl. It was, I know, in reality a
rather pathetic act of a pathetic human being, but at
the time my sexual desire had consumed me, and my
ability to play god with the minds of others swept me
away with a feeling of overwhelming power-a heady turn
on indeed.
A moment later I had stepped out of my pants and
underwear and my little Asian girl had her lips
stretched around the head of my penis; I was in heaven
as she worked it around in the warm cavity of her
mouth, each 'clickity clack' from my mind improving her
technique and bringing her a growing sexual excitement.
'Clickity clack' and my penis was down her small
throat, making it bulge with my swollen member, and I
was in ecstasy, the building pressure in my loins
signaling an incipient explosion of come into my girl's
mouth. I pulled my penis from her throat at the last
moment so she could taste my seed before it ran down
her gullet into her belly, and 'clickity clack' I drove
a desire and longing for that taste deep into her
subconscious mind, a wish to have warm come bathing her
tongue and her mouth and sliding thickly down her
throat.
She kept sucking as I grew limp, the sensations almost
unbearable, and did not stop until I was once again
painfully erect. With her eyes opened wide and with a
look of shy expectancy on her face, she looked up at me
from her knees and said, "Pl...please put it in me."
How could I refuse? I lifted her up and carried her
into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and quickly
undressed both her and myself, gazing in longing at her
almost bare pubic mound, a mound I knew had never
before been penetrated by a man. I adjusted her light
body so her buttocks were right on the edge of the bed,
and then I slowly, gently, pushed her legs back until
her knees were on either side of her head, my penis
just an inch away from her fully exposed vagina, which
was glistening a soft pink in the light.
'Clickity clack' and I sent pleasure thrilling through
her body as the tip of my penis pressed into her virgin
folds; 'clickity clack' as the pleasure built in my own
loins as the head of my penis slipped into her tight
sheath; 'clickity clack' as I fed pleasure directly
into her brain as I jerked forward, ripping through her
hymen and burying my full six inches into her tight,
grasping, virgin vagina. She cried out then, as my
penis tore away the sign of her innocence, both in pain
and pleasure, and I 'clickity clack' fed her sensations
as I ground my pelvis against her, swirling my penis
around inside her.
Her young, never before used vagina was almost painful
in its tightness, but I was undeterred as I began to
stroke in and out within her box; she was crying out in
constant pleasure, little gasps and moans and cries
escaping her young lips as I rodded her out. A feeling
of complete domination, of complete control,
overwhelmed me, and I once more went 'clickity clack'
this time making the muscles lining her sheath begin to
milk my penis with a passion. I groaned in my own
ecstasy as I approached completion, riding the waves of
euphoria engulfing me. 'Clickity clack' one last time
as I spat my seed deep into her belly, and my little
Asian girl began to buck and scream beneath me, held
down by my hands and my penis as she howled her way
through orgasm after orgasm.
I think I probably overdid it with her pleasure, for
some minutes after my member stopped unloading its
contents into her she was lost in the frenzy of
multiple and building orgasms, until finally she
collapsed limply beneath me, exhausted. As I rolled off
of her limp, raggedly breathing form, I began to think:
she might get pregnant, and I certainly didn't want
that, so 'clickity clack' and I knew that I did have
control over body and mind-she would not conceive from
today. I stared down at my now limp member and wondered
if I had control over my own body: 'clickity clack' and
my penis slowly began to swell with blood again. I
gasped in pain as my member achieved a rock like
hardness in a matter of moments, and I gazed over at my
little doll and thought to myself, I haven't had
everything she has to give yet; I don't own her; I
haven't possessed everything. You see, suddenly I
wanted to know that my come had filled every one of her
tender young orifices-that, in some way, mind twisted
mind told me, she would always be mine.
'Clickity clack' and she began to recover, began to
grow sexually excited yet again, but this time with a
twist-I made her ass and bowels burn to be invaded,
burn to be taken to match the feeling she had just
experienced in her vagina. She moaned as I rolled her
over onto her stomach and pulled her to her hands and
knees onto the bed; I wasn't wasting any time now, my
particular machinations on my own body having driven me
to the peak of excitement. A glob of Vaseline and a
'clickity clack' to loosen up her asshole later, and I
was into her slender, grunting, thirteen year old body,
thrusting my dick maniacally into the deepest recesses
of her bowels, simultaneously reaching around her small
frame to pinch and maul her small nipples and breasts.
My orgasm was the best I had ever had, and hers, from
the way she screamed and bucked, couldn't have been
much worse. I was finished with her though; besides,
she was covered in sweat and leaking my semen from her
nether orifices-she wouldn't have been too much fun
after that anyway. So 'clickity clack clickity clack'
and she got dressed and went home, sure in the
knowledge that she had just spent the afternoon in the
library fantasizing about what had just happened in
reality, any physical evidence still in her body would
be cleaned up by her unthinkingly once she got home.
Myself, I lay on my back on the bed, my penis now
flaccid against my thigh, and thought about the extent
of my powers: I could have any woman I wanted with
merely a thought, and I could have her as many times as
I wanted, since I had discovered that I never need to
become flaccid again with the powers over my body I had
now. It was, for one of my previous inexperience and
unpopularity, a heady thought, a thought I most
definitely indulged in for the rest of the night before
drifting off to sleep, tired by my exertions of the day
and determined to repeat them come the next day.
**
The next day I returned to the junior high and this
time "pushed", as I now like to call it, two more girls
to join me in my apartment after school, both girls,
like the one the previous day, almost prebuscent and
very boyish in their figures and bearings, one a small
blond and the other a small African American. I kept
these two overnight, fucking them continuously, not
stopping even when they both passed out from exhaustion
from their racking, multiple, orgasms. I don't remember
myself how many times I orgasmed, but it was at least
two times each hour, and I was with them about fourteen
hours, the 'clickity clack' of my mind burning up the
fuel reserves of my body to turn my into a sexual
demon, indefagible in my lust. When I finally let them
go, I 'clickity clack' made them inseparable lovers who
would always share any man they chose, thinking that it
was only fitting that two who had given me so much
pleasure should not be separated.
The next few days, my lust sated and my mind assured
that I was now superior to those who thought themselves
my superior, I had no need to use my powers to revenge
myself on any of the many slights they gave me; I was,
in other words, smug in my knowledge of supremacy.
During this time I arranged with my financial guru to
purchase a large mansion on a hill overlooking the
college I was attending, and the purchase quickly went
through. I quickly moved in, dropped out of college,
since what need did I have of college when I was nearly
a god, and began laying plans for my future, which was
filled with beautiful women and beautiful things.
It had been over a week since my last sexual escapade,
and I was beginning to feel the lack, so I, braver now
and more sure of the efficiency of my powers, spent the
afternoon at the high school stadium, deciding that I
was going to have one of the cheerleaders for my sexual
toy that evening. The way I reacted to my prize, once I
had her, I am afraid to say, puts me and the viability
of my existing mindset in a very poor light, although
it would probably be better if I simply described
exactly what happened to both myself and the young girl
I so callously bent to my will.
The girl I chose and 'clickity clack' sent to the front
door of my new mansion up on the hill brought back
memories of my own high school days: she had long blond
hair falling to her lower back and beautiful elfin
features, with a full, firm figure which, I was to
learn later, although fully womanly in shape, lacked a
certain maturity that the bodies of older women
display. The memories she brought back, unfortunately,
were all negative; the moment my eyes had landed on her
doing her high kicks and hip thrusts in her scanty
cheerleading costume, she summed up for me all the
girls, all those awful girls, who, throughout the first
bloom of my sexuality, tormented me with their ridicule
and disdain-which is why, I know now, that I chose her.
Before I continue, I must explain a little something
about how my mental powers worked, but first I must
describe the picture of mind I came to form from
frequent use of my abilities: imagine a flashlight
shining on a small portion of an infinitely large rug-
this is the entire mind, subconscious, id, superego,
everything. On this circle of light, imagine a laser
beam near the center, moving around, placing into
shadow some of the nearer, dimmer life-that is the
conscious, a focused intelligence able to illuminate a
tiny thread of the tapestry far better than the general
dimness of the unfocused mind. This little bit of
consciousness is, in many ways, distinct from the
majority of its surrounding unconscious, yet not
completely divorced from it either. Up to this point, I
had used my powers (except for that very first time) to
directly affect the conscious mind, or the subconscious
very near the conscious mind, which then fed back into
the subconscious my desires and warped the individual
accordingly, having the effect of appearing to leave
free will to the person so affected. In other words,
what I wanted them to do and think they thought they
had decided for themselves to do and think, a very
satisfactory situation, up to that moment.
When the young lady, still wearing her cheerleading
outfit at my "suggestion," arrived, I had already
decided, having let the past abuses of girls like her
affect my judgment, to leave her her consciousness
while I took her body: I wanted, I am ashamed to say,
to see the fear, hatred, and loathing in her eyes as I
made her body jerk in ecstasy as I used her.
I embarked immediately upon my plan, and 'clickity
clack' commanded her to do a routine for my private
enjoyment, smiling as I saw the confusion on her face
as her body began to perform the precise, erotic
movements of her cheer. In the middle of her routine I
began undressing in front of her, earning a horrified
widening of her eyes, but a 'clickity clack' definite
tingling in her loins. She finished her routine and I
finished undressing at the same moment, and I allowed
her the use of her voice, wanting to hear her pleadings
before I had her.
"Whe...where am I? What's going on here? Who are you?"
she asked, looking around frightened and confused.
I approached her, and although she wanted to run, I
wouldn't let her, forcing her to stand there with her
arms down by her side and her legs together, and said,
"You, my dear girl, are here at my whim. You see, I
desire the use of your body for the nonce, and have
decided to take it. Do not worry, your body will be
pleasured, and you will not be harmed." With that I
began to slowly remove her clothes from her body,
knowing that feeling me doing so, but being unable to
do anything about it, would torment her all the more.
Slowly I revealed all her charms to my eyes: her
smallish if firm breasts with dark red nipples, her
flat, strong stomach, her rounded, muscular buttocks
and legs, and her sparse blond pubic hair. At that
point I sat down on my couch and had her play with
herself until she orgasmed, then I, seeing the loathing
and fear in her eyes, made her beg to be penetrated,
which I obliged.
That was just the beginning: before the night was over,
I had not only taken her in every orifice multiple
times, as well as squirted my semen all over her body,
I had also urinated over her face and body and into her
mouth, defecated on her and had her smear herself with
it before licking my asshole clean; I had her beg for
everything I did to her, even the spanking and whipping
and piercing of her nipples and labia. By the time I
was done with her her conscious mind was in a state of
horrified shock, and only my control over her body
still allowed her to function; I think the worse thing
I did to her was make her physically enjoy everything I
did, which stunned her even more. Still, my projected
anger was not completely assuaged, so when I sent her
off with the command that she would always remember her
time with me but never be able to communicate the least
bit of it in any way, I implanted a subconscious
inability for her to ever reject any sexual suggestion;
in other words, from this moment on, she would always
say yes to any sexual overture made toward her, and-I
wasn't a complete sadist, or maybe I was-her pleasure
would be in proportion to how disgusting and horrifying
her conscious mind found the act.
For the few weeks immediately following the abasement
of this girl, I went back to the high school on almost
a daily basis and plucked one popular, beautiful
teenaged girl to abuse in my mansion on the hill, and,
after tormenting each one to my satisfaction, I would
give them permanent commands which would follow them
and torment them for the rest of their life. I now
remember only a few of the punishments I created for
these innocent girls, victims of an unbalanced mind
projecting humiliation from the past to the present,
but even these make me cringe.
A brunette with large breasts I made a pain slut, who
only in breast torture could find pleasure, and yet who
could tell no one what she truly wanted, could only
travel from man to man hoping that she could find one
who would pleasure her. A small, slender redhead I made
prefer beasts to men, and who would find her ultimate
pleasure when she could find someone who would treat
her like an animal and keep her penned. An Asian girl I
made a nymphomaniac, whose pleasure increased with the
number of partners, men, women, or animals, she had
simultaneously. A few girls I simply made so that they
had a driving urge to copulate with everyone to whom
they spoke. A few more I made love the taste and feel
of semen, so much so that they would do anything for
it. Another I made an desirer of scat and golden
showers, and whose main pleasure was rolling in the
excretions of others while people watched. I made them
all love the particular perversion I enforced upon
them, as well as sterilizing them all, not wanting to
torture innocents unnecessarily.
Over time, though, I grew bored with these games I was
playing with these girls; my pent up anger and
frustration had been slowly exhausted until I held no
more hatred for the beautiful girls of my high school
years. My revenge had run its course, and I was ready
to move on, and move on I did, as I began to throw wild
parties at my mansion for the sororities and
fraternities on campus.
Every week there would be another party, and if two or
three of the more attractive coeds did not make it back
to their sororities or their dorms right away, who
would know? Most would return home to their studies
within a week, glad to have been blessed with my favor
and disappointed that they did not share the fate of my
favorites, who invariably dropped out of college and
took up residence with me. Within two months I had
three perfect slaves, attendant upon my every whim,
willing to do anything to please me. By the end of the
year, I had twenty such female slaves, every couple of
weeks adding one or two more and discarding, with a
million dollars to make up for a lost education, those
with which I had grown bored.
I lived in this manner, indulging my every whim, for
over ten years, never growing older than twenty-six and
never at a lack for anything I desired. I even managed
to get my hands on various celebrity women, as well as
several supermodels, to add to my amusement; I kept
some of these. One night, though, I went to sleep,
thinking about moving on to greater things, when I woke
up the next morning in a private room in a hospital.
CHAPTER III
A week later she found herself hanging spread-eagled in
a brightly lit basement, cameras practically covering
the walls. She had been pulled out of her new sleeping
spot at the foot of Jack's bed, naked, with her hands
bound behind her and a collar affixed to the bedpost
with a chain-by two women, who washed her, inserted a
large penis gag and strapped it around her head, and
took her downstairs to be bound. She thanked God that
her daughter's hadn't seen, the thought exciting her
even more than she already was.
Once bound, they had inserted an IV into the back
of her wrist, explaining to her that it was a
stimulant, meant to keep her conscious; they both
smiled when they said that, and she quailed inside. She
had no idea what they were going to do to her, but
looking around the room she knew it was going to be
deliciously painful.
Jack, his leather mask in place, entered with Gregory,
also wearing a mask, at his side. He had cut a deal
with Gregory-a chance to torture his wife in exchange
for her and his daughters, as well as his agreement to
work for him in certain ways in Japan, out of the way.
Gregory had agreed, so he was here, like Jack, staring
at his wife, her gorgeously trim body stretched spread
eagled in the air, her Asian eyes bright with a touch
of fear and anticipation, a slight sheen of sweat
covering her body from the heat of the lights.
Silently they approached her, Gregory behind and Jack
in front, and began running their hands over her bound
body. Jack felt her shiver, staring at him with those
luminous eyes filled with lust. He took her breast into
his mouth, sucking hard, tasting the sweet flavor of her
sweat while Gregory pulled one of the more nasty lashes
from the wall, a lash which would break the skin if
applied hard enough. Jack bit down hard on her nipple,
driving his fingers into her damp box, cruelly twisting
it around as she screamed, the lash biting hard across
her shoulders.
Pain exploded again and again across her shoulders and
back as the masked man, only his mouth visible beneath
the mask, continued to mash at her breasts, his fingers
working at her cunt furiously. Screams came muffled
through her gag as the lash fell across her firm
asscheeks, then hitting the back of her thighs. It
worked its way back up to her lower back, leaving
bright red marks across her body.
Jack stepped back from the woman, watching the pain
etch itself across her face from the lashing. He made
a small hand sign to Gregory, who smiled and sent the
lash screaming between her legs to land with a
sickening splat right against her cunt, making her
whole body tense and a scream of pure agony bubble
through her gag. Again Gregory did it, and her eyes
snapped wide and juice spurted from her cunt, her whole
body shivering in the throws of orgasm. Jack stepped
forward and punched her right in the pelvis, making her
eyelids flutter in agony as yet another orgasm washed
through her slender Asian body.
Gregory walked around to the front of her and began to
knee her in the groin, angered by her orgasm, not
realizing each thud of his knee into her cunt sent her
higher and higher into shuddering pleasure. He stopped
when Jack grabbed him, and they watched as she slowly
came down from her orgasm, small mewling sounds
escaping her throat as her body went limp, only the
stimulants being pumped into her blood keeping her
conscious.
A pool of cunt juice lay on the concrete floor,
matching the slick juices coating her inner thighs,
glistening in the bright lights. Positioning himself
behind her, Jack ran his fingernails along her lashed
back, blood oozing through several cracks in her skin,
making her tense up again, ready for another round.
Oh god, she thought as she felt the nails run
agonizingly across her back, oh god they were going to
kill her. She had spent what seemed forever coming,
pure sensation thrumming through her beaten body, and
she was still conscious, still available for more
torture, for them to, she shivered, squeeze even more
orgasms from her. She grunted, shaking her head no as
she watched the man in front of her light a cigarette,
knowing what he was going to do. She felt her ass
stretched painfully as the masked man behind her shoved
his cock into her ass, but all her attention was for
the man in front of her, with the glowing cigarette tip
which was coming closer and closer to her defenseless
body.
Gregory watched as Jack popped the bitch up the ass,
the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh as he fucked
her amusing him. He didn't just want to fuck her, he
wanted to hurt the whore. He gripped her right breast
hard in his hand, making the nipple protrude, and
brought the tip of the burning cigarette against it,
reveling in the muffled scream, the shaking, shivering,
sweating body, and the smell of burning flesh. He took
another drag and pressed it against the underside of
the breast, earning another scream of agony. For the
next fifteen minutes he smoked and burned the bitch,
marking her tits almost black and leaving a trail down
her stomach to her cunt mound, burning holes in the
sparse hair their.
Jack was getting the ride of his life in her ass, which
contracted each time the cigarette found her body,
squeezing his cock beyond belief. Sweat dripped from
her body and the smell of burning flesh filled his
nostrils as he pounded into her tight ass, her
asscheeks quivering from each brutal upward thrust.
She could feel the man behind her finish in her ass,
his fingers digging into her hips painfully, drawing
her mind from the throbbing sharp pains in her breasts
and especially her nipples. Each slight movement seemed
to tear at them, sending raw shocks of pain straight to
her guts, causing her ass to clamp down painfully on
the cock still there. Her throat she thought was
screamed hoarse, even though only guttural yells
escaped the gag, the whole front of her body felt like
one raw, exposed nerve.
Jack pulled out, glancing at that firm backside and
knowing he had just what he wanted, and walked around
to the front. Gregory was kneeling before her, one hand
pulling her labia open, exposing her clit, while the
other brought the burning tip right up against her
clit. Jack watched as every muscle and tendon seemed to
stand out on her body, blood oozing from her wrists and
ankles even around the soft cuffs as she tried to
wrench herself free from the agony, sweat pouring off
her body and from her face and hair as she jerked her
head back and forth, forward and backwards, the agony
in her clit overwhelming. Finally Gregory growled and
tossed the cigarette to the ground, standing and
driving his hard cock brutally into her cunt.
She came; came as his pelvis thumped against her burned
clit, his body rubbed up against her burned breasts.
Her liquid splashed them both as he pounded into her,
turning her agony into a crazy, overwhelming sensation
which her mind could only read as pleasure, her slender
body managing to rock in its tight bondage as he bit
hard at her neck, ravishing her, hurting her, driving
her to orgasm after painful orgasm, her mind shutting
down, registering only the sensations rocketing through
her body.
He kept fucking her even after he came in her spasming,
grasping cunt, wanting to hurt her, punish her, even
more. The whore, he thought with each thrust, the
whore, glorying in her pain and debasement. When he
finally pulled out he staggered back, his cock slowly
going limp, her juices coating his stomach and the
front of his legs. He looked at her as she hung limply
in her bonds, her body looking beautifully grotesque
with its punishment. Weak moans came from her throat;
he smiled-he wasn't half done with her.
Jack waved Gregory back, pulling a hose from the wall
and beginning to wash her down, the cold water somewhat
reviving her, making her toss her head back and forth
weakly in pain. He watched as water sluiced down her
gorgeous, abused body, his cock growing hard as he
thought about what was coming next.
Gregory sat on the bench-it would be used later-and
passed Jack a small box containing 13 pins and a pair
of small tweezers. 12 of the pins were about _ of an
inch long with a round orange ball on one end, while
the thirteenth was only a quarter of an inch long and
pointed on both ends. Jack took the box and looked at
the nearly unconscious form of his victim, his cock
twitching as he lifted her chin and looked into her
eyes, clouded with pain and lust. What a woman, he
thought, pinching her left nipple between his fingers
and pulling her breast out, noting that although badly
burned, there probably wouldn't be too much scarring
from the burns. His attentions earned him a low moan
from her, and he grinned, wondering what reaction what
he was about to do would have.
He placed the point of one of the needles near the mid-
part of her breast, angling it down as he began to
slowly push it in, fascinated by the way her body began
to shiver uncontrollably, a wail keening through her
gag, the way her skin dimpled, small drops of blood
oozing out around the needle as he pushed it into the
meaty part of her breast. He pulled the second needle
from the box, leaving the first fully embedded, only
the round orange ball tip visible, trailing a small
trail of blood to her stomach.
Oh god, she couldn't take any more of this, her mind
cried, her body shaking in agony, the dull throbbing of
the burning superceded by the sharp agony of the
needles as he pushed them one by one into her breast,
six for each breast. Her breasts were now fiery balls
of pain, each twitch a screaming torment
searing through her body; every breath was torture.
Part of her mind suddenly disconnected, and the pain
intensified until it was unbearable, transforming
itself beyond pain to pure sensation. Her cries turned
to whimpering, almost unable to endure what she was
feeling.
Jack stood back, watching the blood pool together to
stretch down her heaving stomach, trickling through her
pubic hair before stalling just above her cunt. He
waited until her screams died down into whimpers, and
then he reached back as Gregory handed him two clamps,
the teeth looking like two meat tenderizers coming
together, but sharper and more viscous. He opened the
jaws and pushed it against her right nipple until it
completely engulfed it, and then slowly let it close.
Blood oozed around the clamp as he watched her stomach
heave as if she were going into contractions, a faint
spray of mist shooting from her cunt as she came. Three
huge contractions rolled across her stomach and down
her thighs, her orgasms making her head jerk
spasmodically on her shoulders, a pure animal sound
escaping from around the gag. He repeated the procedure
on her other nipple with the same results, watching as
she came again and again. He still had one more needle
left, and that was for her clit, he thought with
satisfaction.
She could feel it as he took her clit between the
tweezers and began to pull it away from her body,
making it shudder from head to foot; she could feel it
as he pressed the tip of a pin against the side of it,
pushing it into her most tender flesh, making her whole
body convulse, ecstasy rippling along every nerve,
forming a triangle with her breasts, swamping her mind
with each infinitesimal sensation of the cool metal
sliding through her clit. It was almost more than she
could stand, her mind blanking for long periods even as
she sensed the way the pin in her clit held her labia
apart, cruelly poking into that flesh also, before
coming alive again as another orgasm shook her slender
frame.
Jack and Gregory stepped back and watched as
convulsions rocked her body, idling rubbing their hard
cocks until their victim=B9s spasms slowed and finally
stopped, leaving her handing limp in her bonds.
Carefully they unhooked her and bend her over a special
table, her legs at a 45-degree angle, her breasts
hanging through an opening designed specially for them,
and her head hanging over the edge of the table. They
strapped her down tightly and prepared for round three.
They pulled her hands behind her back and bound them,
pulling them up as far as they would go and securing
them to an overhead line, forcing her upper body hard
against the restraining device. To complete the
picture, Jack took her battered breasts and hung 2 lb.
weights from each nipple clamp, watching as each breast
was distended grotesquely, blood beginning once again
to ooze around the head of the pins still lodged deep
in her flesh as well as from her nipples as agonized
moans came from her still gagged mouth. Two wire leads
were attached to each weight, and while two small
alligator clamps, with wires falling from them, were
clamped on either side of her clit, gripping the pin
which still pierced it. Both Jack and Gregory stood
back and looked at their handiwork, each stroking their
cocks as they prepared to violate her once again.
Jack moved to the front of her, gripping her hair and
forcing her face forward, ripping the gag from her
mouth and pushing his cock in its stead, sliding it
easily down her throat-he wanted it there when Gregory
hit the switch. Gregory picked up the cane-it was more
of a switch-and took a few swipes with it, smiling at
the thought of how bloody it would be, tiny thorns
studding the switch down its length. A few swipes with
this and her ass would be a bloody mess, he thought,
his foot resting on the switch, trying to decide
whether or not to hit it before or after he started the
whipping.
The cock in her throat was more of an impediment than
anything else, considering the agony in her breasts. It
was like a throbbing, each beat of her heart, each
rasping breath through her nose, seeming to tear at her
breasts, sending sharp shivers of pain up and down her
spine. Her clit felt like it was swollen to three times
its normal size, it too throbbing in pain, making her
gasp through her nose with each little movement of her
body. She knew there was more, more pain, more agony,
on the way, and her stomach buzzed with trepidation and
anticipation.
"Mmmmhhggggphhh!" her scream split the air as Gregory
brought the switch down hard across her ass, blood
splattering across her ass and flying to hit his cheek,
a savage grin on his face as her watched her muscles
jerk spasmodically in their bonds. Again and again her
brought the switch down, marking her, scarring her
beautiful ass, blood beginning to flow more freely,
dripping down the backs of her thighs where her muscles
were shaking uncontrollably. As he brought down the
switch for the forth time, he hit the switch with his
foot, sending electrical current coursing into her tits
and cunt, grinning as she seemed to levitate the whole
table with her as her whole body went into convulsions,
come shooting out of her pussy as her body was rocked
by orgasm after orgasm, the electricity firing her
nerves beyond endurance, turning her body into a
churning mass of pain and pleasure.
Jack gripped her head between his hands, feeling like
he was going to crush it as her throat spasmed around
his cock, sending chills up his spine as her saliva
dripped from her lips and slid down his testicles. He
began to fuck her face with short, sharp jabs, feeling
his pelvis smack her nose with each fucking motion,
reveling in the feeling of using this cunt like a piece
of meat, the a spasming, rocking, coming piece of fuck
meat.
Her whole body jerked in orgasm after orgasm, like a
fiery, pulsing star about to explode, the current
throbbing into her tits and clit sending screaming
flares of agony and pleasure through her mind, the
switch a viscous counterpoint, rocking her with
overwhelming sensations. She sensed more than felt when
the man behind her shoved his cock up her ass, tearing
at her rectum brutally as he pounded into her, sending
her higher and higher into pleasure. It felt like it
would never end; she didn't want it to end. She wanted
to be fucked and beaten and fucked forever, a cock in
her throat and a cock in her ass and pins in her
breasts and clit for all time. The bubble of pleasure
which seemed to be engulfing her body expanded, still
pulsing, sending wave after wave of increasing orgasmic
pleasure rocking her slender bound body.
"Mmmghgggfffff!" she bellowed as the world seemed to
contract to a single point of incredible sensation in
the pit of her stomach, pleasure radiating from it in
strange tendrils before exploding in wave after wave
after wave of unbearable ecstasy, darkness flowing over
her in waves as she convulsed in her bonds, her ass
convulsing so hard Gregory thought she was going to rip
his dick off as he spilled his seed deep into her
bowels, her throat spasming in animalistic howls as
Jack fucked her face, blood splattering from her nose
as his pelvis slammed into it, his cock spilling its
seed down her gullet.
Still she came, and came, and came as the current
ripped through her, the men's cocks softening in her
holes, until the waves of darkness increased and then
covered her completely...
CHAPTER 4
"Jesus," Jack muttered, pulling his cock loose, looking
down at the battered body before him. He signaled to
Gregory to cut the juice pouring into her tits and
clit, walking around behind her to inspect her ass.
Blood covered it, sliding down the back of her thighs
to coat her gorgeous legs before pooling on the ground.
Her asshole was still distended from its fucking,
winking redly at him from between her asscheeks. He
grabbed the bottle of bactine and began liberally
spraying her ass with it, watching as rivulets of red
ran down her legs. A weak moan came from her as she
regained consciousness, the stinging pain of the
bactine cleansing out the wounds in her ass bringing
her to.
Her mind was still fuzzy as consciousness returned,
noticing first the stinging pain in her ass and the
cool liquid coursing down her thighs to drip from her
knees. She moaned weakly again, the wracking her body
had taken and the incredible orgasms she had been
subjected to beginning to take their toll. Her tits
were in the same agony they had been since they had
been pierced, yet felt like they had swollen to twice
their size. Her ass felt tender and abused, and she
prayed fervently that they were done with her.
Gregory walked along side his wife, his eyes lingering
on her beaten, abused body, glorying in the pain he had
caused her, loving the pleasure he had both taken and
forced from her. She had always been gorgeous, he
thought, kneeling down to stare at her breasts,
grotesquely bruised and pierced and swollen, red and
black and blue, but like this she was perfect, a
perfect piece of meat upon which he could visit any
horror, take any pleasure. He walked around to her
front and gripped her by her hair, jerking her head
savagely up so he could look into her eyes. How he
wished she could see that it was him behind the mask as
he looked into bright eyes dulled by pain and
exhaustion. Well, he thought, the slut was just going
to have to suck it up, he laughed as he thought it,
placing his still soft cock into her mouth and hitting
her upside her head until she closed her lips over it
and began to suck, because they had lots more planned
for her today.
Jack hit the power again, only keeping it down to half
power this time, and watched as her body stiffened,
muscles jerking spasmodically against the bonds. He
would have to get hard again if he wanted to fuck the
bitch up her cunt, and he knew exactly how to do that.
He picked up he switch, still bloody from its previous
usage, and brought it down hard against her already
tenderized ass. He loved watching the way it raised a
bloody swath across her round, firm flesh, the way an
involuntary cry escaped her lovely throat as her flesh
rebounded from the blow, the muscled in her thighs
twitching in agony as he continued to beat her.
Her cries came deep down in her throat, her lips and
mouth sucking harder on the invading dick like a
pacifier, feeling it begin to slowly harden into a
raping tool. She couldn't believe the pain in her ass-
the electricity cutting into her clit and tits low
enough to be a background, insistent pulsing, no match
for the agony which inflamed her buttocks, which felt
like they were being flayed of every inch of skin. Fire
spread through her body as the whipping continued,
methodically sending pain rocking through her body as
the whip shredded her ass. She shuddered as the
electricity became more powerful, shooting sharp spasms
through her clit, her body on edge, too exhausted and
worn to come again, yet being driven higher and higher
into that primal sensation.
Gregory dropped the cane, the sight of her ravaged ass
making his cock throb painfully; the idea that she was
his, that she was nothing but a piece of fuck-meat for
his pleasure, made him want her all the more. He
gripped her slender hips, digging his thumbs into her
bloody ass, and forced himself into her tortured cunt,
gasping at its slick tightness, at how it seemed to hum
as it quivered spasmodically to the electrical shocks.
He held it there for a moment, and then began to fuck
her rhythmically, pulling the full length of his cock
almost all the way out of her cunt before driving it
back in, slamming his hips against her ass, splattering
blood across his stomach and thighs.
She was skewered again, a cock in her throat and one in
her pussy, being fucked violently, the man in front of
her slamming his hips into her face, making blood run
from her nose, her lips raw from the battering. The
electricity kept her on edge, the pain in her breasts a
throbbing beast threatening to overwhelm her. For the
first time since they started on her she was not out of
control with either pleasure or pain, her fatigue
buffering her from the worse of both. She could feel
her body responding, though, a queer humming feeling
running through her nerves, making her want to achieve
the release of orgasm, a release each pounding fucking,
each jolt of electricity, was bringing her closer to.
The men fucked her relentlessly, their previous orgasms
keeping them from coming, the pleasure of her throat
and cunt setting them on edge, the sight of her beaten
body making them want to hurt her all the more. Over
and over they pounded into her bound body, feeling it
grow more and more tense, her muscles quivering with
fatigue and lust. Jack came first, spilling his seed
deep in her spasming pussy, cursing at the intense
pleasure shooting from his cock. His sight darkened as
he came for the third time within the last hour, his
cock slowly stopping its jerking as he pulled it from
her grasping pussy, almost laughing when he heard the
bitch moan. Gregory was not far behind, grinding his
pelvis against his wife's face as he shot down her
throat, loving the way he was dominating her.
Not yet! her mind screamed, the fatigue of her body
keeping her from reaching orgasm, don't stop she wanted
to yell, her body keyed up beyond belief, her whole
being striving for orgasm. She ground her hips against
the edge of the restraining table, trying to jostle the
needle against her clit-she needed it so badly. She
tried to grab at her pussy when the released her,
taking her back to her previous bondage. She tried to
bring her legs together, but they would not let her.
They grabbed her and hoisted her back into her bonds,
her head inches from the floor, her long black hair
pooling in her come on the ground, her legs forming a
huge V in the air, her bloody ass and swollen cunt
fully exposed, her pierced clit glistening obscenely
from between her labia.
It took Jack and Gregory less than 5 minutes to get her
hooked upside down in her restraints she was so light.
A look passed between them-this was to be the finally.
They both knew she was on edge, her body begging for
the release of orgasm, and they both planned to give it
to her in the most brutal way they could imagine.
Gregory did not waste any time, picking up a viscous
looking thick leather strap and bringing it down with
the full strength of his arm with a wet splat against
her exposed pussy.
A howl echoed through the room as pain flashed through
her, her cunt spasming as the strap tore at her pierced
clit, her whole body convulsing as she felt an orgasm
begin deep within her belly. "Splat!" another blow
landed, another and another and another coming in quick
succeeding sending her out of her mind with pain, he
body bucking uncontrollably within her bonds as her
cunt spasmed on empty air, lights flashing behind her
closed eyelids as her orgasm rolled through her,
shooting a geyser of come into the air. "Splat Splat
Spat!" went the strap into her cunt, driving her orgasm
higher and higher. She was completely lost in
sensation, not noticing the whipping had stopped until
she felt her cunt and ass filled, stretching as each
man shoved their hand into her nether openings.
She screamed, a purely animalistic sound, as a fist
thudded against her womb, sending lightning-like
flashes of pain and pleasure through her lithe body,
making her orgasm again and again as she felt her cunt
and ass being torn apart by two fists plunging in and
out of them. Jack and Gregory worked their fists
violently into her, both amazed that she could take
them, her narrow groin stretched beyond imagination,
her come bubbling around the arm in her cunt as Jack
pounded it against her cervix, feeling her cunt
spasming around his arm, tearing at it in the throws of
orgasm after orgasm.
For five minutes they worked their fists in her cunt
and ass, feeling each other's fists through the tender
membrane separating the two, her muscles clamping and
unclamping on their arms as they drove her through
orgasm after orgasm until finally she went limp, her
breath coming raggedly and shallowly.
Jack pulled his arm out and motioned for Gregory to do
the same, getting the hose and spraying himself and
Gregory down. He looked down, amazed that he was hard
once again. She was done for the day, probably for the
next couple of weeks, but he needed to take care of his
now raging hard-on, and he noticed Gregory had one
also. He stepped outside and had AJ1 and AJ2 brought to
him-they could give both of them a nice, easy fuck
while his other women cleaned up Gregory's wife and
took care of her wounds.
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This story may or may not continue, depending on my
mood. Any feedback, suggestions for continuation, or
just comments are welcome. All stupid flames ignored,
although intelligent ones may get a response.
Hope you enjoyed,
Wiley06
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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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