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Archive name: martas.txt (F+/M+, inc, nc, preg, huml)
Authors name: SOTB1 (sotborder@yahoo.com)
Story title : Marta's Unfortunate Dilemma 

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Marta's Unfortunate Dilemma 
by SOTB1 (sotborder@yahoo.com)

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Marta Fernandez was a 22 year old, Colombian student 
finds that things in the sates aren't quite what she 
thought they were. She also finds out that she has 
urges that are uncontrollable when men pay special 
attention to her. (MFdom+F, inc, nc, spank, preg, intr,
huml)

***

Dear Reader, it has been a very long time since I 
posted a story and want to apologize for my incredibly 
slow output. Unfortunately, the responsibilities of 
life have a tendency of sucking up the quality time 
needed to write an effective story.

I have received a number of letters in recent weeks 
asking about my whereabouts and my future story plans. 
I am grateful for you letters, notes, comments and 
support of my work. It's the best payment I could 
receive.

This is my fourth story. As we speak, I am polishing up 
a short story that I hope to have posted before spring.

Enjoy.

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Marta Fernandez was a 22 year old, Colombian student 
who was able, with the help of her father, to get a 
student visa to study in the U.S. All her life she had 
dreamed of coming to the U.S. to study English and 
hopefully meet a nice American gentleman she could fall 
in love with and marry. The men in Colombia were all 
the same, a bunch of womanizers who did not know the 
meaning of commitment. At every opportunity they poked 
themselves into the nearest hole that would grant them 
entry. 

Marta wanted to meet a nice man. Age wasn't important, 
just someone that would respect her and love her not 
for her looks but for her personality. She hoped she 
could find someone that would appreciate her 
sensitivity, caring and nurturing nature and that 
wasn't focused on what she perceived to be shallow, her 
physical self. She was built like a model; all legs, a 
thin waist, but with large breasts. She had curly dark 
brown hair that cascaded a little past her shoulders 
and green eyes. 

Her father told her when she was younger that his great 
grandfather and mother were originally from France, and 
her lighter olive skin color, brown hair and green eyes 
were probably a reflection of her French linage. 
Looking at her it was hard to believe that she was 
Latina until she started speaking Spanish.

Marta was an only child. Her father took up dual duties 
as her mother and father after her mother contracted 
bone cancer and died when Marta was 13. He worked hard 
to make sure that she was able to go to the University 
where she studied international languages. Marta's 
biggest problem was her inability to speak English at a 
level needed to work for a multinational company. She 
took courses at the University and her father had spent 
a great deal of money on an English study guide. It not 
only had an excellent workbook, but also a video and 
audio component as well. 

Although Marta was able to converse using very basic 
sentence structure, her father knew that she would not 
progress past that point unless she had the opportunity 
to study abroad and totally immerse herself in a 
culture where English was the dominant and official 
language. Although he toyed with the idea with getting 
Marta a visa to study in England, he didn't want her to 
pick up an English accent and after living in Bogota 
all their lives, he didn't want to have to live in a 
country where it was so cold and dreary all the time. 
The logical choice then was the U.S. It was basically 
impossible to get a visa there unless one had a 
connection. 

Through a friend he was able to get a visa for both 
Marta and for himself. Although she was 22, he still 
felt it was his responsibility to chaperone her. She 
was naive and although was an adult he had made it a 
point that she immerse herself in her studies and not 
social pursuits. Subsequently, she had very little 
contact with men and had only been on three or four 
dates. She had enjoyed herself, but never had felt 
comfortable. She always felt obligated to have fun, 
even though she wasn't feeling that way. 

Her father had always taught her to rein in her 
emotions and to go along with things. To not be like 
American women who he said were very confrontational 
and aggressive and didn't know how to be women. Who 
wanted everything and nothing at the same time. He 
taught her to be sweet, kind and unthreatening; to go 
along with others because that way she wouldn't get 
into any confrontations. Because Marta genetically was 
already disposed to being this way, her father's style 
of raising her just reinforced those areas more. By the 
time she was 22, she was apt at playing the role of 
subservient. Although she questioned her father at 
times mentally, she went along with him because being 
her father, he knew best.

Six months earlier they had arrived in San Diego; a 
beautiful city with an incredible climate. Her father 
found a two-room apartment for them close to Balboa 
Park, one of the largest parks in the U.S. It was nice 
and not to far from the University she had transferred 
to. Since they couldn't afford a car, they took the bus 
or walked. Luckily, their apartment was within walking 
distance of a Ralph's, laundry mat, and a small strip 
mall. The university was within walking distance, about 
three blocks away. Marta walked there each day back and 
forth mainly for exercise. 

Although she wasn't impressed with her looks, she, like 
most attractive women, still made it a point to watch 
what she ate and to get some kind of daily exercise in. 
She was proud of her flat stomach, firm legs and 
especially her will power. She still ate the same way 
she did when she lived in Colombia; mainly fruits and 
vegetables. She wasn't going to pollute her system with 
none of that fast food junk. No way.

Martha studied hard and picked up the language quickly. 
She was proud that she was able to hold a conversation 
with little trouble. After they had settled in she met 
a young man at school; an American man who was studying 
Spanish. Although Marta had been in the U.S. for almost 
six months, she was still impressed with American men. 
The way they carried themselves, their ambition, and 
how they embraced life. Marta knew what poverty was, 
coming from a third world country and she could not get 
over the richness of the United States. It was amazing 
the things that one could buy here. The freedoms people 
enjoyed. Marta didn't think that Americans realized how 
well they had it compared to the rest of the world.

Ken had been attending the university for about two 
years and his Spanish was fairly fluent. He knew how to 
converse about most subjects on a fairly deep level, 
but still found himself grasping for words. It would 
probably take a while for him to automatically answer 
someone in Spanish instead of translating things first 
in his head. 

Ken had seen Marta around school for a few weeks. She 
was impressive; tall, curvy, perfectly proportioned. A 
knock out. Although she was obviously attractive, she 
didn't seem to know it. In fact, she seemed oblivious 
to the lustful stares of the other students on campus. 
He noticed that when she walked she kept her head down 
as if avoiding eye contact. Interesting. Although Ken 
wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world, he could 
be pretty charming. His previous major was 
communications and there was no doubt that he was good 
at conversing. Maybe this was an opportunity to test 
out his abilities.

Ken walked up purposefully towards Martha and held out 
his hand. He said to her in Spanish, "Hola, mi llamo 
Ken, de lejos pense que fuistes Salma Hayek, pero tu 
eres mas bonita." Marta blushed furiously, turning her 
face a shade of crimson. She stuttered back in English, 
"Oh..h...h...hi..." She groaned inwardly, ashamed at 
her poor social skills. My gosh, she thought to 
herself, I can't even evoke a simple sentence in 
English. She cast her eyes down, feeling foolish.

Ken was surprised at how embarrassed Marta got over his 
introduction. He put his arm down, waiting for her to 
respond. He had the chance to let his eyes dance over 
the full mounds of her breasts, her tight stomach, and 
legs, before she finally looked up. Fuck was she built. 
He looked quickly into her eyes with sympathy. She 
looked back at him, not knowing what to say. Ken smiled 
at her gaining her trust. "Well," he finally said, "do 
you have a name?" Marta laughed nervously, "Of 
course.....my name is Marta." After a few minutes of 
small talk, he asked her if she wanted to have lunch.

Even though Marta did not find Ken the least bit 
attractive, there was something very becoming about 
him. He conducted himself like a gentleman, never 
looking away from her eyes when addressing her. He 
thought he would at least let his eyes dart down to 
scan her bosom, but he remained a gentleman throughout 
their conversation.

"Sure, lunch sounds fun," Marta replied, "what are you 
in the mood for?" Ken stealthy slid his arm around her 
slip waist. Marta initially balked and pulled away, but 
Ken maintained the steady pressure around her waist, 
drawing her towards him as they walked. He stated 
easily, "I'm having a Big Mac attack. Why don't we just 
get something at McDonalds and then....I don't 
know....go for a walk or something." Marta made a face. 
"Yuck! You don't actually eat that stuff do you?" 

"Sure," he said, feigning offense, "it's good food." 

"Of course not all the time," he added quickly, quickly 
analyzing that Marta wasn't a junk food eater. He 
subtly tightened his arm around Marta's waist. She 
found herself troubled not just at the thought of Ken's 
arm around her in an overprotective way, but at the 
thought of eating a hamburger. It was gross. Yet, what 
really was the big deal? 

So this guy she barely knew had his arm around her in a 
possessive manner. Actually it was nice to have 
somebody interested in her. It's not like he was 
groping her butt or something. And she didn't have to 
eat a hamburger. She had seen the commercial announcing 
that McDonalds was now serving salads. She could eat 
one of those. She knew how to be flexible and 
accommodating. 

"All right," Marta capitulated, "let's get to 
McDonalds." 

Ken, opened the door of the McDonalds and motioned 
Marta to go first. She had on a short denim skirt and a 
tight white top with a parade of red stars running 
across the front. He looked her over as she walked by 
him. He could feel his breath catch as he got a good 
look at her ass as they walked to the counter. By the 
looks he picked up from some of the other restaurant 
patrons, he knew they were thinking the same thing. 
What a fucking dreamboat. She was better looking and 
smarter than those so called super models that he saw 
on MTV trying to be something other than a mannequin

Marta skirt was slit up the side almost to the middle 
of her thighs. As she walked, the scissor like action 
of her legs, caused the material to move back and 
forth, giving Ken and everyone else following Martha's 
movements intermittent glances at the hard, but 
yielding thighs. The sleek muscles below, undulating 
sensually with each step. As Marta stepped up to the 
counter, she unconsciously stepped up on the balls of 
her feet, to look at the menu above, making her 
perfectly round, sculpted ass press against the thin 
denim. Ken almost croaked as Marta's panties showed 
through in clear outline. 

The pimply-faced Asian kid at the counter reacted in a 
similar way. Before he could say the usual, 'what would 
you like to order' he was made mute, like Saul on the 
way to Damascus, by the young woman before him who 
stretched forward to read the menu. Ignorant to the 
effect she was having on the people around her. His 
eyelids popped open like a pair of headlight on high 
beam. Marta breasts pressed forward forcefully, filling 
out her top. Accentuating the hard roundness of her 
breasts. Marta scanned the menu, oblivious to the dirty 
thoughts being projected in back and in front of her.

"Hummm...well.... I guess I'll have the Cobb salad," 
Marta said to the awestruck boy across the counter 
whose mind was going a mile a minute thinking of all 
the delectable, sexual, things he would like to do to 
the naive beauty in front of him. Ken cut in, "Come on 
Marta, you told me we were going to share a hamburger." 
His manner was easy enough, but Marta could sense he 
was irritated. His eyes were flat, like flint, Caught 
off guard, Mara stammered, "Uh.... yes.... right.... 
I'll have a hamburger too." 

She looked down at the counter submissively. The Asian 
boy and Ken exchanged a glance. Ken winked at him. The 
Asian boy looked at Marta who was staring down at the 
counter, humiliated and embarrassed at being 
reprimanded in front of the pimply faced boy across the 
counter, his eyes dancing from one prominent breast to 
the other. His young cock, thickening and lengthening 
as he enveloped the beautiful woman in front of him, 
the pressure causing a slight ache of need in the pit 
of his stomach. He ground his cock into the counter. 

A lustful hollowness filled his belly. Ken casually 
took an old receipt out of his wallet, and wrote 
something on the back casually handing it to the boy. 
He looked at what Ken wrote and hurriedly stuffed it 
into the front pocket of his polyester uniform. Before 
leaving to their table, Ken looked at the boy's 
nametag. "Thanks Choi for the service," he said 
cheerfully as he gripped Marta by her arm and 
purposefully strode to the back of the restaurant. "See 
you later." 

"What do you mean, 'See you later,'" Marta asked 
perplexed at the comment. 

Mark said easily, "Nothing important. Just eat your 
hamburger, O.K.?"

Marta could feel herself blazing with embarrassment as 
Ken strode with her into a booth and softly by 
insistently pushed her to the inside of it. She felt 
shamed and humiliated, yet lacked the conviction to say 
or do something. She felt like a little girl. A little 
girl who was at the mercy of her daddy and by virtue of 
his position of authority to completely obey. She hated 
what she felt. Yet, part of her needed the discipline. 
To be told what to do, how to act. That's the way she 
was raised. To obey authority. To obey the strong. To 
submit to dominion. 

A weird thought fleetingly crossed her mind. 'I'm 
nothing. Just a stupid......cunt' She shook her head 
aggressively. That was one of the baddest words in the 
English vocabulary. Why did she say it? Her thought 
leaving a shiver in it's wake; a foreboding 'Where did 
that come from?' she asked herself. Subconsciously she 
squeezed her firm thighs together. 

Vaguely aware of a warmness that coursed through her 
body like a mist you would see in the early morning in 
the midst of a tropical jungle. She grew aware that a 
light sheen of perspiration blanketed her soft skin and 
that she was aroused. She softly bit her bottom lip as 
her body let loose a flow of adrenaline. What was wrong 
with her? What she was feeling was crazy! Martha tried 
to block out her body's response, but could not control 
the pathology of her body.

She could sense the outer lips of her vagina swelling, 
beginning to secrete fluids that flowed outwards, and 
moistening her thin cotton panties. She looked up to 
see Ken watching her intently. A sardonic smile splayed 
on his face. She crushed a napkin in her hand as if by 
crushing it, she could disperse the demon of lust that 
she could feel within her pulsing in her veins. 

What she was feeling was crazy, absolutely crazy. She 
looked down at the hamburger that Ken had put in front 
of her. She looked away in revulsion. She hated meat. 
Always had and always will. She was not going to eat a 
dead animal; even a cooked one. 'No way,' she said to 
herself, "no way in the world."

Ken turned toward Marta staring at her. He looked at 
her intently as different emotions crossed her face; 
fear, humiliation, shame, anger. He saw her crush the 
napkin in her small hand. The defiant gesture an 
exclamation of her inability to stop what was happening 
to her.

"Look at me Marta." Marta lowered her head. "Look at 
me. Look at me you stupid cunt." Ken hissed when she 
disobeyed his order. Marta looked up again; her eyes 
moist from the tears that were gathering at the corners 
of her eyes. Why was she letting herself be treated 
like this? Why? At the same time she grew more aware of 
her body. 

The simmering heat that seemed to pulse within her with 
every intake of breath. She felt disconnected; as if 
she was floating above herself, and watching the whole 
episode in slow motion. She felt a ball of anxiety loll 
through her gut leaving her faint. Her breasts felt so 
heavy, so confined, as if they were trapped behind the 
material of her bra. She squeezed her thighs tightly 
together. She could feel the nectar of her vagina that 
was flowing out of her, coating her soft thighs, 
soaking her panties; the soft petal folds at the hole 
of her cunt expanding and contracting bringing forth 
more of her fluid. 

Ken lowered his head, his eyes radiating an intensity 
that would not be denied. "Eat your fucking hamburger! 
Now!" he hissed when Marta stared back stupidly at him. 
Robotically she picked up the hamburger; the scent of 
the meat making her sick. She looked at it with 
displeasure. She desperately wanted to throw it, 
anywhere, just so she wouldn't have to smell it any 
more. 

"Good," Ken said a little more gently, "Now put the 
hamburger in your stupid cunt mouth." His voice rose 
slightly towards the end of his sentence. As Marta bit 
down on the burger, she could feel her nipples pop out 
in arousal. The hard, rubber nubs, poking out of her 
areoles like overheated pencil erasers. 

As Marta started to chew the burger she could feel bile 
rise up from her stomach. The gastric juices heaving 
with protest. She felt physically sick. Yet, there was 
an almost maddening itch emanating from her vagina. The 
soft curls of her pubic hair prickling with an almost 
electrical charge as the lips of her vagina parted 
wetly.

She continued to chew and swallow the hamburger 
robotically as she looked down at the table; a flood of 
disgust that washed through her at every piece of the 
vile meat that she forced down her throat. That not 
even the Coke she sipped intermittently could entirely 
cast it away. As she swallowed the sense of being 
stripped of her mind and will made her shudder as she 
forcibly ground her thighs together causing her stiff 
clit to tingle with pleasure.

Ken watched Marta eat the hamburger with distain and 
disgust. She would occasionally glance at him, but 
quickly looked back at the table. She couldn't stand 
what she saw reflected in his eyes. That.... knowing 
feeling. Knowing he was in complete control of her. It 
made her want to cry, scream, squeeze her breasts and 
pull hard at her stiff nipples at the same time. 

Ken looked over to the cash register and saw Choi 
silently smiling. Even at his young inexperienced age 
he could understand what was going on. His eyes glazed 
like a pair of fresh baked donuts. As Martha took the 
last bite of her hamburger, she hurriedly wiped her 
mouth with a napkin as if the gesture would somehow 
disinfect the sense of dirtiness that she felt clogging 
her pores. 

She barely finished when Ken bit off, "Get your shit. 
Come on let's go." Ken spoke to her loudly and a many 
of the patrons in the restaurant turned around to look 
at them. Martha felt her face flame red with 
humiliation. Choi watched silently, his gaze glued to 
the undulating round ass of Martha as she was hurried 
out of the restaurant; Ken's talon like grip on her 
wrist making her wince.

Marta found herself standing silently in Ken's 
apartment. He told her to just stand there; to shut her 
mouth and not say a single word. She trembled and 
shuddered. Her legs were starting to ache. Yet, barely 
below the surface of her misery she could feel 
something else. A buzz, a current of soft prickly light 
that bathed her in its insidious glow. That seemed to 
be pulsing softly and rhythmically in her vagina and 
the tips of her breasts. Swelling her areoles peaked 
with the stiff nubs of her nipples. The feeling 
combined with her discomfort was maddening.

Ken had insisted, no commanded, would be a better term, 
for her to come to his apartment. In a soft, apologetic 
voice of a spanked child she pathetically told him that 
she couldn't. That she had to get home. That she had to 
get home so her father wouldn't worry about her. She 
was a grown woman, an adult, but he refused to listen. 
He just ignored her as if he was wearing big, invisible 
earplugs that could shut out anything; even the blast 
of an atomic bomb. 

Ken sat on his sofa, taking in Marta; his eyes slowly 
caressing every fantastic feature of her. The slim 
delicate ankles, the firm, shapely calves, her thighs, 
the treasure that was hidden behind the short denim 
skirt she was wearing, the impossibly thin waist that 
flowed upward. He could imagine her naked: her tummy 
and torso soft to the touch. The delicate ribs. The 
large full bust that filled out her top. Perfect 
globes; big and round. His cock twitched as he imagined 
what they looked like behind the hidden confines of a 
bra. 

Softly he said, "Marta, how do you feel right now? 
Martha felt like her mouth was stuffed with a rag. She 
couldn't even respond to his question. "I.... I.... 
I... ugh, I'm.... I'm.... really uncomfortable and I 
want to come home."

"You're using the wrong word cunt," Ken said looking at 
her with disgust. "The correct phrasing is I want to go 
home." Ken continued, "Now say it again." 

Marta began to sob, humiliated for being called 
stupid." Ken sat forward on the sofa; bending slightly 
downward he placed his elbows on his knees and put his 
hands flat together as if he was going to pray. He 
pursed his lips together, watching her thoughtfully. 

Suddenly he said, "Marta, I'd like to see what you look 
like with all your clothes off. Please take off her 
skirt, then your top, and then take off your panties 
and then your bra. Put them in a pile next to you and 
just stand there." 

Marta looked at him in shock and amazement. She heard 
what he said, but it couldn't have been real. It had to 
be some kind of weird auditory, hallucination brought 
about by the stress she was feeling. What she was being 
made to endure. Marta stood still, stiff and still as a 
totem pole. Her arms at her sides rigidly. She tried to 
hold her head up, but felt like her spinal column had 
the strength of a wet noodle. 

She could not muster the strength to force her will 
against Kens. Marta could feel her eyes filling with 
tears causing Kens face to appear misty and opaque. She 
looked away from his eyes that had lost their spark. 
That were now flat and hard; deal pools of light. Her 
tear ducts could not handle any more of her tears and 
they began to cascade down her cheeks in thin rivulets. 
Ken said a little louder as if talking to someone 
retarded or hard of hearing, "Take off your clothes in 
the sequence of steps I told you" to which he added 
"You stupid, fucking, cunt." Ken's words sent a chill 
throughout Marta's, echoing through every bone in her 
body. 

Marta tried to muster the energy, the will to just walk 
out of Ken's apartment. He wasn't holding her captive. 
Yet, she couldn't move. She felt like a wooden dummy. 
An empty ventriloquist doll that could only attain 
animation with the help of someone with a brain. She 
had been gazing at the ground in submission, but was 
drawn to look up to look into Ken's eyes that stared 
back at her. What she saw reflected in them 
circumvented any of her own needs, even her will. 

While she was thinking of the importance of getting out 
of this situation, she robotically began to take off 
her clothes, Her little fingers clumsily opening up the 
buttons of her blouse and then clumsily trying to take 
it off, the large, fleshy mounds of her breasts, 
pressing into the bra tightly, as she arched her back 
to pull off her top. 

Marta's face was the color of scarlet. She unhooked her 
skirt and let it fall to the floor, afraid of doing 
something wrong, displeasing Ken, and leaving herself 
open to his anger. She stood their trembling in her 
bra, panties and sandals. Her eyes wet with tears. 

Ken checked her over slowly. Starting at her slim, sexy 
ankles, to the firm calves, his eyes roving upwards to 
her soft thighs the thin cotton panties which Ken could 
see barely contained her neatly trimmed muff. He wasn't 
sure, but they seemed to be spotted with moisture. The 
soft stray public hairs poking out of her panties like 
curly black threads of silk. His eyes continued to roam 
up her firm torso, to her bra, which barely contained 
the firm roundness of flesh that seemed to want to 
escape the tight confines of the cups, holding them 
captive.

The entire time Marta stood motionless, like a slab of 
steak on a warm grill. Her feet felt like they were 
encased in cement. Ken told her, "I want this moment to 
last as long as possible. Before you go on, why don't 
you rub yourself? Rub your pussy through your panties. 
I want to watch you. I want to watch you masturbate." 
Marta looked back at him in confusion. Ken leaned back 
against the sofa. He whispered, "Go on. I know you want 
to touch yourself. Marta looked away from Ken's probing 
eyes. She stuttered, "I don't wa.... wa.... wa.... want 
to do this." Ken repeated himself, his voice though 
soft, reflected complete and total obedience.

Marta stood in the same spot petrified. Fresh tears 
began to gather in her eyes, as she moved on of her 
hands over her panties. She paused in tormented 
conflict and then began to run her middle finger slowly 
up and down her panties. She discovered that the 
material of her panties was already moist with her 
secretions of arousal. As she began to move her finger, 
insistently back and forth, from her cunt hold to her 
hardening clitoris, her panties began to feel wetter 
and her finger was able to sink deeper into the 
wetness, the tip of her finger disappearing into her 
cunt crack. 

Marta began to slowly moan, from the humiliation of 
opening herself up like this. Like a whore. As the 
sensations increased Marta slightly opened her thighs 
giving herself greater access. She couldn't help 
herself. Ken watched her from the couch observing 
closely. His cock hardening in his pants like setting 
cement. Marta vagina continued to get wetter thoroughly 
soaking the front of her panties as she continued to 
rub herself, losing herself in the sensations radiating 
through her.

Marta fell down slowly to the floor on her knees. No 
longer aware of her tormentor. Lost in the bliss of 
lust. Without any direction or prompting from Ken, 
Marta pulled her panties away from her pussy with her 
left hand and with her right hand began to rub her clit 
in large circles with her fingers held close together. 
Ken could her the wet, sloshing sounds of Marta cunt as 
she dropped her fingers to the red distended cunt lips 
and rubbed them feverishly. 

She was moaning and whimpering at the blades of 
pleasure cut through any thought of guilt, shame, or 
remorse she might feel later. Ken had pulled down his 
pants and took off his shirt as Marta masturbated in 
front of him. Her body jerking reflexively to her hand, 
which was rubbing her clitoris with vigor and every 
couple of seconds, dipping lower, rubbing and pulling 
the swollen, nerve filled lips of her cunt lips. 

"Marta, come over here." he commanded. Marta tried to 
climb back to her feet, swaying clumsily. "No, you 
stupid cunt." Ken said impatiently, "I want you to 
crawl over her. Crawl over here like the dog you are. 
You dog slut."

"I'm not a slut. Don't call me names," she replied, 
whining like a little girl reprimanded by her daddy. 
Obediently she crawled over to the couch. 

"That's good. That's a good little dog slut," said Ken. 
"Now, take off your panties and your bra, lay your head 
and arms on the sofa cushion. Then lift that awesome 
ass of yours in the air. Marta hesitated. The lust 
induced fog in her mind lifting, her lucidity 
returning. "What?"

Ken cut her off. "I said, and am saying for the last 
time, take off your panties, and your bra, lay your 
head and arms on the sofa."

Marta realized where Ken was taking the situation. He 
read her for what she was,  a spineless, submissive. 
Marta could feel her cunt lips gently rubbing against 
each other as she shifted her weight from one knee to 
the other, the cunt juice oozing out of her soaked hole 
like warm sap. Meekly she lay her head down on the sofa 
cushion and put her arms on either side. Her large 
breasts hanging down and slightly quivering as Marta 
assumed position. The nipples of her breasts pressed 
deeply into the material of the sofa.

At that moment, there was a tentative knock on the 
door. "Come in," Ken yelled. Marta raised her head 
slightly, dizzy. She looked up through lidded eyes at 
the Asian boy from McDonalds walked hesitantly in 
clutching his hands together nervously. Ken motioned 
him over.

Choi walked over to the sofa and looked down at Marta's 
lithe form. Her perfectly sculpted round ass elevated 
higher than the rest of her body. His eyes scanned her 
smooth back which arched gracefully downward causing 
her ass to part giving him a birds eye view of the 
swollen lips of her aroused pussy which gleamed with 
the cunt juice she was steadily producing. The sweet, 
tangy nectar lubricating her, making the swollen lips 
of her pussy pout outwards, petulantly. 

The boy's cock stiffened and lengthened as he moved in 
closer to Marta. The vision in front of him rendering 
him speechless. This was better than X box and Play 
Station 2 combined. Only his eyes and shallow breathing 
betraying the ratcheting up of sexual feeling that 
coursed thru his veins at the sight of Marta on her 
knees, obediently waiting for her commands. 

Marta internally jumped as she saw Choi walk into the 
room. She was too terrified to say something out loud. 
Unsure what Ken what do. What punishment he would 
subject her to. The boy's eyes reflected what she did 
not want to see. A wonderment. A knowing that the woman 
on her knees in front of him was going to do whatever 
was asked of her.

He shivered at the knowledge; vaguely aware of the kind 
of power he could weld over this beautiful creature 
before him. 

He choked back a lustful sob.

Choi stood looking at the naked people in the living 
room. The man who stood in the middle of the room, the 
cock in his pants protruding forward like a coiled 
serpent ready to pounce. Choi's eyes looks further 
downward at the beautiful woman who was on her knees, 
the room light on her soft skin reflecting the nervous 
perspiration that lightly coated her skin. The soft 
breasts that were softly crushed into the rough fabric 
of the sofa. Choi shivered imagining the woman's 
sensitive nipples pushing against the material. 

He wanted to see them so bad.

 Choi walked closer to Marta and tentatively held his 
hand out. He slowly ran his finger up the curve of her 
back. The sweat of her fear and humiliation making his 
finger skim over the surface like a flat piece of stone 
skipped over a tranquil lake. He could feel his penis 
lengthening further. His turgid organ uncomfortably 
pushed into his underpants.

Ken glanced down to Choi's crotch, noticing the obvious 
bulge straining for release. "Take off your clothes," 
Ken said. "Make yourself comfortable." Marta began to 
tremble. She said in a forced whisper, "I'm not 
comfortable...I really need to..." 

Ken walked up to her suddenly pressing his left hand 
down on the small of her back and with the open palm of 
his other hand began to strike at Marta buttocks. Hard, 
repetitive blows, which echoed on her tight ass. 
"WHACK! "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Marta tried to get up, but was held down firmly by 
Ken's hand that pressed her down firmly in the sofa 
grinding Marta's soft breasts and nipples into the 
sofa, causing an unwanted tingling to shoot thru her 
body. 

Ken looked at the Asian boy who stared dumbfounded at 
the hand that was slapping the firm ass in front of 
him. Each subsequent "WHACK!" making his cock ache with 
desire and need.

Marta was crying, begging Ken to stop hitting her, "Oh, 
god, god, stop it...I'm so...so...so..rry for saying 
anything...." Ken's hand continued to rain its pain 
upon Martha's beautifully round ass that was covered 
with crimson hand prints." 

Without being aware of his action, Choi began to take 
off his clothes. He peeled off his socks and stood 
there naked. His adolescent body trembling, not sure 
what he should do. Only knowing that there was a dark 
force, fueled by the hormones of youth, driving him 
forward. A force that was much stronger and much more 
pleasurable than anything he had seen in Star Wars. A 
force he would not trade anything in the world for. 

Ken suddenly stopped spanking Martha. Her face was tear 
stained and contorted with pain.

Turning his face to the young Asian boy he said in a 
voice winded from exertion, "Grab her hands and hold 
them tight." Marta tried to move her arms to her sides, 
but was too slow. Choi grabbed her arms tightly his 
fingers encircling Marta's dainty, feminine wrists, his 
fingers painfully pushing into them, holding them 
solidly, immobile and moved them over her head Marta 
winced at the pain. 

She became panicky and attempted to twist away from Ken 
who was still pressing down firmly on Marta's back. She 
twisted back and forth savagely, but could not twist 
herself away from her tormentors. The lithe muscles on 
her back, arms and legs, straining for freedom, but 
unable to break the bond that held them down. The only 
thing she did was rub her nipples against the sofa. The 
sensitive areoles throbbing with sexual, making her 
moan deep in her throat.

In the split second that Choi grabbed her, Ken stopped 
spanking Marta and pushed his index and middle finger 
deep into Marta's vagina, keeping one hand pressed hard 
on the middle of her back in case she got any ideas of 
getting up. The two digits entering easily through the 
wetness that permeated Marta's aroused cunt. 

Marta gasped at the intrusion. Shocked and stimulated 
simultaneously. The fingers entered her deeply, like a 
diver entering the water on a perfect dive. Ken sank 
his fingers up to the knuckles and began to 
methodically move them in and out of Marta's soaked 
hole. Lubricating his thumb he slowly inserted his 
thumb into Marta's ass. She began to moan helplessly, 
the piston like action of her fingers causing her 
swollen cunt lips to pucker outward. The sensitive 
petals vibrating with sexual wanting. 

Marta closed her eyes in submission, and arched her 
back further. Her round ass high enough so that Ken's 
fingers that were entering her wetness; in and out of 
her at an ever-increasing rate and speed, were just 
about parallel to the floor. She still felt tense, but 
no longer because she was being forced into being the 
sex toy for these animals, but the tension of 
unfulfilled sexual desire. 

She no longer able to fight. No longer able to resist. 
She let her body carry itself to where it wanted, 
although her mind ached with the realization that she 
was not able to control her body. That somehow, it was 
following it's own needs, it's own accord. Ken 
continued his ministrations. Marta writhed on the sofa, 
the two fingers in her tight cunt, the thumb jammed in 
her ass, and her sensitive nipples being rubbed by the 
sofa's rough material making her squirm uncontrollably. 
She mewed and groaned continuously as the build up of 
tension began it's final decent.

Kin signaled Choi to come over to his side. As the 
Asian boy moved over, Ken quickly shifted to take his 
place and quickly grabbed Marta's wrists. He knew that 
although she was highly aroused, there was still a part 
of her that would hold out to the end. That would not 
let itself be reigned in by the sin of lust and desire. 

Marta opened her eyes, the mood broken, suddenly aware 
of the shift. She looked up at alarm at Ken who was 
holding her wrists tightly, staring at her with grim 
satisfaction. "Wha, wha, what are you doing?" she asked 
anxiously. Where was the boy? 

Marta suddenly felt something slide over her ass 
impatiently, a poking sensation. It was the Asian boy! 
He was trying to put his fingers inside her.

Marta tried to turn her head to look at the boy and 
what he was doing, but Ken kept her arms pulled tight, 
making it impossible for her to look behind her. 
Although she was no longer being stimulated, Marta 
could feel a restlessness, fluttering under her skin. 
As if she was at the moment incomplete in some way.

Marta suddenly felt something brush her pussy lips 
making her heart briefly palpitate. She wished the 
fingers would stop their clumsy maneuvering and dip 
themselves into her. Anything to quench the heat that 
was growing in her wet vagina. This was still wrong. 
What they were doing to her was wrong, but better than 
being raped, better than being coerced into sexual 
intercourse. She had no papers, no medical insurance 
and other than her father no support. She couldn't take 
the chance of unprotected sex. Getting pregnant would 
destroy her and all her dreams.

Marta jumped, and groaned lustfully as she suddenly 
felt something slip into her vagina, opening her fully, 
plunging deeply into her depth. In the periphery of her 
pleasure a thought entered, 'this boy sure has big 
fingers.". A second later she heard the unmistakable 
sound of a male voice groaning. It seemed to be coming 
behind her, where the boy was. Why would he be moaning? 
She looked up at Ken who was looking at the boy. Ken 
mouthed at him, "Good boy, enjoy yourself."

Understanding donned on her with the immediacy of a 
thunderclap. Nervous, but trying to assert herself 
Marta turned her head and said with as much indignation 
as she could muster, knowing that the next few seconds 
could change the course of her life, "Listen," Marta 
bumbled nervously, "I know you're young, and have been 
wondering what it would be like to...have sex with a 
woman.... 

His eyes glazed, Choi put a hand on each of Marta's 
butt cheeks and drew himself out, his cock head almost 
plopping out of the wet folds, the nerve endings on his 
young cock twitching, sending pleasure signals all 
through his body. 

"But there are re- re- responsibilities that come with 
a sexual relationship" 

Choi pushed himself forward, his cock fully entering 
Marta's tight slit, ringed with soft, juice matted, 
pubic hair. 

He wasn't listening to her! "You- you- you're not 
wearing a condom. You know what a condom is ri- ri- 
right?"

Choi began to enter and exit Marta's vagina at a 
quicker place.

Marta began to pant from fear. She didn't have much 
time. She tried to stay rational, but became 
progressively more panicked as Choi fucking rhythm 
began to increase. He was probably a virgin and didn't 
have much staying power. She didn't have much time!

"Ken, you have a condom, Right, please tell him to put 
one on, please? Please?" She began to cry, "I'm begging 
you Ken, stop him..... god..I can't move."

Choi held Marta feverishly as his pace became more 
frantic. The thrusting erratic like a soldier wielding 
a sword, stabbing his enemy blindly. The ultimate goal 
to kill, to put to rest the foe.

Ken looked at the tear filled eyes of Marta 
impassively, beyond caring. The only pleasure in seeing 
Marta reduced to a blubbering ball of tears.

Choi began to feel an ever increasing pressure in his 
testicles as he continued fucking Marta earnestly, his 
hands gripping and clutching at Marta's tight ass 
digging his fingers into her.

Marta was reduced to incoherence. "I'll give you money. 
I'll.... I'll let you... do me.... in the ass.... 
Anything!" Angrily now, "Any fucking thing you want... 
just don't, do it inside me!

As Marta continued to cajole the Asian boy to do the 
right thing, the responsible thing, she felt a slight 
pause in his thrusting. She knew what that meant, the 
boy was reaching his orgasm! She had to do something!

Marta was crying uncontrollably, her voice almost too 
difficult to understand as she tried to reason with the 
boy through her hot tears, "It's not too late to pull 
out.... cum on my back.... it.... it will still feel 
good.... I swear...." 

Choi slammed himself hard into Martha's drenched cunt 
hole as the first hot thread of spunk eagerly ejected 
themselves out of the boys cum filled balls. 

Martha began crying uncontrollably and arched her back 
the other way trying desperately to take back some 
level of control, but Ken still had his hand on her 
back preventing the movement needed to disengage the 
boys cock that was unleashing a torrent of sperm into 
her pussy. She gagged in fear as she felt the first 
initial spurt of warm sperm; the warm goo coating her 
insides.

She could feel the bile rising up into her esophagus, 
the burning sensation stimulating her gag reflex, 
almost causing her to vomit. Choi held on tightly as 
the apex of his cum began to descend. Ken watched Marta 
crying and tightened his grip further on her fragile 
wrists and pushed harder on her back, as the tears 
poured down her pretty, tormented face. A cruel smile 
cut across his set countenance.

Choi saw stars in front of his eyes as the pent up 
spunk of youth, shot out of his stiff member, threads 
and threads of potent, baby making sperm, spewing forth 
from his twitching cock, which emptied itself 
repeatedly into the unwelcoming home of Marta's vagina. 
His hands clenching and unclenching, gripping Marta's 
ass cheeks in a death grip.

Choi collapsed on Martha's still form, in shock over 
what had just transpired. Ken let go of Marta's wrists 
knowing that Marta was too exhausted physically and 
emotionally to do anything other than lay on the sofa, 
dazed. 

Choi slowly pushed himself up from Marta still form, 
his flaccid cock hanging limply between his legs. He 
looked down at Marta, his eyes roving over her still 
form. He suddenly realized where he was. 

Suddenly aware of his nakedness, the boy began to 
hurriedly dress.

Marta slowly turned herself over and sat on the sofa, 
too stunned to realize her nakedness. In shock of what 
had just happened, what she was not able to prevent. 

His father's Penthouse magazines were interesting, but 
nothing like actually seeing and touching a beautiful 
woman in the flesh. Choi looked down again at Marta, 
suddenly feeling a tinge of arousal at seeing this 
beautiful woman naked before him. Her tear streaked 
face reflecting her utter debasement, which for some 
reason increased his growing excitement further.

Ken noticed that the boy had paused in mid dress after 
putting on his shirt. His cock, which moments before 
was soft, was now engorging. As blood entered the boy's 
gland, his penis began to harden and take shape.

Marta could see what was happening out of the corner of 
her eye. She looked down afraid of looking up. Afraid 
at what would happen. She couldn't go through this 
humiliation again.

Choi no longer looked so much like a boy who worked at 
a fast food restaurant. He seemed more.... 
confident.... sure of himself, like a young adult. He 
looked down at Marta who was shivering, naked, on the 
sofa. Her eyes were turned downward.

Choi walked over to her, confident in his ability to 
control the naked girl in front of him. He wavered for 
a second before stating, "Get on your knees and suck 
me.... I'm feeling horny again." 

Ken sat down in a chair on the far side of the room to 
watch the proceedings unfolding against him.

"No, no, no, you can't make me," Marta said, hugging 
her arms around herself protectively, hiding the ample 
bosom and the nipples, which were beginning to slowly, 
swell and throb. She was aroused at what she was being 
made to endure, but refused to let these Neanderthals 
take their pleasure at her expense. She interrupted her 
own thought, and began to tremble knowing she was 
fooling herself. She did want to be treated like dirt. 
She was a cunt, wasn't she? That's what Ken called her. 

A chill ran through her body.

Marta kept her eyes focused on the ground, afraid of 
looking into the dark eyes of her tormentor. Afraid of 
the unspoken command that she would find radiating from 
there. A command she was powerless to disobey.

"Look at me!" the boy commanded, taking a step closer 
to her.

With no will of her own Marta slowly tilted her head 
up. The gaze that held hers could no longer be denied. 

Robotically, Marta got off the sofa and knelt in front 
of the boy. As if in a trance she reached up and 
grasped the ridged member in front of her. 

Ken could see Marta's tits, the eraser sized nipples 
defiantly poking out of the light brown aerola. He 
could see as his eyes roved over her, the boys sperm 
which was leaking slowly down the sides of her firm, 
warm thighs. 

Marta took the boys tool into his mouth and began to 
suck the slick head. Choi grabbed the sides of her 
cranium, his hands firmly gripping the thick hair, 
which cascaded over her soft, shoulders. As he became 
more aroused he pressed more of his cock flesh deeper 
into her mouth. Martha accommodated her mouth 
accordingly, twirling her tongue quickly around the 
head of the boy's cock that twitched with excitement. 
As Marta was running her warm tongue around the blood 
filled helmet, she began to masturbate him with her 
hands, alternating one, then the other. Slightly 
twisting her hands to bring the boy more pleasure. 

Choi began to breath heavier and it was getting more 
and more difficult to stand up straight. He sat himself 
heavily on the couch and through his head back as Marta 
adjusted herself accordingly, her mouth sucking and 
licking his hard cock and then darting quickly to his 
balls, which she sucked slowly into her mouth before 
repeating the process.

As Marta sensed he was beginning his cum she sped up 
her mouth and finger action, causing the young boy to 
thrash uncontrollably on the sofa as his orgasm hit.

Marta cupped the boy's balls gently while fingering his 
scrotum as he began to ejaculate into her mouth. She 
sucked gently and methodically. The boy's sperm 
entering her mouth with an almost inaudible spurting 
sound, as it convulsed inside Marta's hot mouth. Her 
cheeks flexing inward as it brought forth more of the 
warm, salty fluid. Marta relaxed her throat and drew 
more of the boys cock into her mouth letting it enter 
her throat. The feeling of being testicle deep in a 
woman's mouth brought forth another spasm from the boy, 
leaving a warm trail of spunk dripping down the girls 
gullet.

After cumming the boy pushed off Marta as if she was a 
needy, mangy dog, and put on his clothes. He no longer 
was a boy, the education he experienced this day 
changing him forever.

Choi checked his Ninja wristwatch to see that he had to 
get home. Moving quickly he got dressed and left the 
house, ignoring Marta and giving a cursory nod to Ken 
on his way out.

After Choi left, Ken, now naked, walked over to Marta 
and flicked the tears welling in her eyes. "It's O.K., 
my little cunt, everything is going to be just fine." 
He turned her over completely on her back as if she was 
a small puppy, Her long legs folded out wide opening 
her cunt to him. She looked down to see his hard on as 
he guided to the opening of her soaked hole. 

She said earnestly, "Ken... god! listen...."

He began to work his cock into her sopping wet cunt. 
Shivering as his maleness slid inside. 

Marta knew better than to provoke him to anger. She 
just had to reason with him that's all.

"I'll be.... y-your.... cunt, but don't ruin my life by 
getting me pregnant... please. I'm already full of the 
boy's cum. That's bad enough.... please Ken.... I'll do 
anything you say."

Ken became to pump himself deeply into Marta; in and 
out, in and out, in and out. He brought Martha forward 
so that his angle was pointed towards her cervix. He 
reached down with both hands and began to lightly pinch 
and pull her nipples. Marta felt a chill run down her 
body. Her stomach was churning with anxiety at her 
arousal and fear, dueling emotions that were boring 
into each other.

'Damn him' she thought desperately 'Damn him' "Don't 
take the chance Ken, please... I'm begging you!"

He continued to pump into Marta, his heavy balls 
swinging in a slight arc at each thrust, making a 
steady thud, thud, thud, as they softly hit the soft 
skin of Marta's lower thighs. He began to speed up. 
Looking down he could see the panic etched on Marta 
face.

An idea skirted his mind. He sat up removing his hands 
from her stimulated breasts. "O.K. Marta, I won't cum 
in you, but on one condition. You have to keep yourself 
from cumming."

The moments respite took an edge off the anxiety, there 
was hope. She could reason with him. She could deal 
with any condition. Just as long as his sperm was kept 
from going inside of her vagina, she couldn't chance 
getting pregnant. It would just kill her farther. 

"What do you mean, "keep myself from cumming." She 
asked, some relief showing in her strained voice. She 
tried to shift her body, Ken's unprotected cock in her 
making her nervous, but only succeeded in helping him 
push himself in to his ball sack. She arched her back 
in fear and frustration knowing that after watching her 
getting screwed by the Asian boy, he was probably 
worked up, and not particularly concerned about her 
needs at the moment. She had to make him happy. She had 
too!

"Listen carefully. This is a fun little game that I 
think you might enjoy" he said factiously, he continued 
as if giving directions to one of Jerry's Kids, "I'm 
going to just stay in this position. Your job is to 
rotate that cute ass of yours in a tight circle so that 
you are actually the one in control of things for a 
change. You like that idea, don't you?"

Marta could only nod her head dumbly, not knowing how 
to answer. She could feel her vagina as it enveloped 
the stiff rod inside of her. The nerve endings buzzing 
like an electric current making her ache with physical 
need. 

"All you have to do is rotate your ass fifty times. You 
have to keep yourself from cumming. If you can do that, 
then I'll pull out and cum on your tummy." He paused 
for effect, "However, there is one little detail, if 
while rotating your ass, you cum, the deal is off, 
understand? And you know what that means."

Marta shuddered. She knew what that meant. She could 
feel his ball sack, softly pressed into the crack of 
her ass, below her vagina. She had to trust him. She 
had to trust that he was going to keep his part of the 
bargain.

"O.K." Ken said as he pressed himself as fully into 
Marta as he could, "You can start now. Remember, no 
cumming"

Fearfully, Marta slowly began to rotate her ass. She 
could feel Ken's cock as it pressed against every part 
of her. She didn't realize how much more friction there 
was doing it this way than just having a penis pumping 
in and out. This was different, but a.... good 
different. It felt good. Really good... deliciously 
good....

She shook her head; this was no time to be thinking how 
good it felt. This was wrong. What was being done to 
her was wrong. What was wrong with her? She tried to 
think of something that would keep her mind occupied 
away from the stiffness in her that was signaling her 
to press down harder, to bear down and take away that 
infernal itch that was growing more and more 
uncomfortable; the smoldering embers deep within the 
recesses of her vagina.

"Good job sweetie," she heard Ken say, "Your almost 
half way there. This might be too easy. I think we're 
going to have to make things just a little more 
difficult." 

Marta grunted in surprise and arched her back, pushing 
her firm tits further into Ken's palms that had 
suddenly grabbed her firm, fleshy mounds; his fingers 
fastening on the sensitive nubs. He began to pull the 
already hard nipples up, causing Marta firm tits to 
pull upward behind them. Marta moaned in desperation. 
The heat in her vagina and now in her aching nipples 
was distressing. She couldn't concentrate. Her body 
rocking back in forth on the sofa in sexual torment as 
she continued to spin her ass around Ken's hard cock. 

Twenty-two, she was almost there. She had to do it, she 
had too. She bit her lip determined to maintain 
control.

Marta began to panic. She could feel a buildup inside 
of her. A build up of sexual tension that was gathering 
force like the pressure on a damn in a raging storm. 
The pleasure cascading through her was unbearable. It 
was growing by the second. Threatening to spill over. 
She tried not to think of herself, lying on her back, 
legs spread, ass rotating in ever-quicker circles with 
her breasts being pulled upwards toward the ceiling. 
God!

"Your ready to cum, aren't you my little cunt," Ken 
said softly. Leaning down he ran his tongue on Marta 
neck leaving a trail of saliva. 

'He said I'm a cunt, if I'm a cunt, I can just let 
myself cum, right.'

'NO!'

"Thirty," Ken said as he snaked his tongue in Marta's 
ear making her tingle with desire even more. "Doing 
good, cunt."

The dam was cracking. 

Marta desperately tried to slow down the movement of 
her ass, but it was no use. She didn't have any more 
energy left. Her needs eclipsed the potential outcome 
from her lack of will.

The dam was starting to break up.

'I'm a cunt, that's why I'm here. That's why I'm spread 
out on my back like a little slut."

'NO!'

"Forty" Ken began to pump himself into her deeply.

Marta was barely holding onto her sanity. "You promised 
you bastard, you promised. We had a deal."

The dam imploded. 

Marta thru her head back as her body began to explode 
in orgasm. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh," she cried out as she came. 
The intensity was overwhelming. A super nova of sexual 
relief that washed over her like a tidal wave.

It was short lived. A split second later, her senses 
braked hard, pushing back the blessed rush of orgasm 
back into her still convulsing vagina. She jerked her 
body on the sofa in frustration while simultaneously 
moaning in panic as she felt Ken's cock expand and 
begin to unleash it's stored up cum, that shot forth 
from his pulsating cylinder like super heated lava into 
her unprotected vagina. 

"Dear god, no!" 

Ken laid fully on Marta rutting into her like a crazed 
animal, as he finished spraying her with his juice, his 
hands pressing down hard on Marta's firm breasts; his 
torso keeping her legs open and extended as the last 
drops of sperm saturated her insides.

When it was over, Ken got up and dressed methodically 
as if he was just getting up to go to work. Marta lay 
lifelessly on the sofa, her legs still splayed wide, 
her bruised tits pointing at the ceiling. Warm sperm 
dripping slowly from her vagina.

He tossed Martha's clothes to her. "Thanks, now get the 
fuck out of here." 

*******

As Marta laid in bed that night, she began to shake and 
convulse in guilt and shame. Warm, salty tears, piled 
up in the corners of her eyes, cascading down to the 
soft pillow propping her head. She turned to the side, 
trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep 
in. Thoughts kept on entering her head, tormenting her; 
being on her knees unable to move as the boy filled her 
hole with himself, her arms held immobile by Ken. Being 
called a cunt. The feeling of helpless and hopelessness 
peppered with the buckshots of pleasure. 

Little orbs of freedom, sexual joy, unbridled lust, 
that permeated every inch of her body. Yet, she was 
unable to truly understand what had transpired earlier. 
She thought to herself, 'How did all this start? What 
did it mean? Why couldn't I stop myself from doing what 
I did?' "Did I really want that to happen?" and the 
most pressing thing, which caused a column of goose 
pimples to march up her legs, 'What if I'm pregnant? 

She tossed fitfully in her sleep. She dreamed she was 
sitting in a rocking chair, rocking slowly back and 
forth, cradling a white blanket. She reached down 
lovingly and moved the blanket away to see what lay 
beneath it.

She saw a baby. A little baby with slanted eyes. She 
reached down and stroked his soft cheek lovingly. He 
looked up at her and said in a Chinese accent, "Momma 
you are a cunt."

Startled from the dream she awoke suddenly. She glanced 
at her alarm clock. Damn! It was almost 8:00 a.m. and 
she had a study group to go to. Luckily, the university 
was close by. She should get there by 8:30 if she 
hurried. Mid terms were coming up and the class that 
was giving her the most trouble was Psychology 414. 
There was no way she was going to miss. She had to 
maintain her grade average.

She got ready and ran down the stairs quickly, bending 
down to quickly give her dad a peck on the cheek. The 
oversized sweatshirt she had thrown on, bellowed 
outward, giving her father a quick view of her big 
tits, which sat solidly, confined in a lacy white bra. 
Her father looked away guilty. Trying to cover up his 
embarrassment at seeing his daughter's breasts and 
worse his reaction to seeing the firm orbs. He gruffly 
said, "When are you coming home?" Marta replied back as 
she let herself out, probably in an hour or so."

The university was in walking distance, but Marta 
decided to ride her bike. She was supposed to meet her 
classmates at a park area so they could review the 
material. Marta, too concerned with getting to the 
study group on time, did not notice the car that pulled 
out behind her and was following her closely, but not 
too closely behind. 

Tom, Mark and Sophia were already studying. Martha 
plopped down beside them on the grass. Mark, a 
communications major, who Marta had early on in the 
semester playfully, asked, "Jeez Marta, did you come 
here from a club?." The rest of the group looked at her 
curiously.

Martha stammered, "No... nope, I just... had a lot on 
my mind that's all. It took me a while to get to 
sleep."

The mid term was on conditioned response, most notably 
the work of Piaget and Skinner, two social scientists 
who they had been studying for the last month. Luckily 
their professor was not covering any material from the 
first part of the semester. The test was only going to 
be on the previous weeks' lecture.

The group took turns asking and giving questions and by 
mid morning they had covered a good portion of the 
material. Tired, they took a break to have some lunch. 
Sophia had brought some cold chicken and pizza, which 
she shared with everyone, so nobody had to leave to buy 
food. They chatted about classes and some of the goofy 
homework assignment they had been made to do, when they 
heard someone approach.

Marta had just taken a bite of pizza when she heard a 
man's voice. As her back was to the visitor, and she 
was engrossed in a conversation, she didn't realize who 
it was until he walked around to face her. Surprised, 
Marta spit out her pizza. It was Ken!

"Hey honey," he said lovingly, "Give me a hug!" Marta 
awkwardly got up, her face red. The rest of the group 
looked at her funny. They were all wondering who this 
guy was. They weren't a super close group, but everyone 
knew whom everybody else was involved with and this Ken 
guy was never mentioned.

Mechanically she put her arms around him as he drew her 
close. Rather than giving her a quick hug, Ken took his 
time, fully circling her waist with his hands and 
drawing her close, pressing her breasts into his chest. 
At the same time he whispered, "I thought you might 
enjoy a little more of yesterday." 

Trying not to make a scene, Marta playfully tried to 
push him away. Rather than taking the hint and letting 
her go, he moved his hands to her behind and quickly, 
but brazenly squeezed her ass under the short denim 
skirt she was wearing. Marta was humiliated at what Ken 
was doing, but powerless to stop him.

Tom and Mark had been friends for a long time and often 
went to clubs together. Often times they scored as they 
were both nice looking and charming. Although they knew 
that Marta was a complete fox, they also knew that she 
was very Old World in the way that she thought. Much 
more conservative than most of the girls they picked up 
on. 

When they had first met Marta in class, they 
immediately hit on her, (on different days of course) 
but she kindly, but firmly rebuked them. She said she 
was very much into her studies and not ready for any 
type of relationship. Since then they had developed a 
nice plutonic friendship, although by their nature the 
boys would flirt with her on occasion, re-testing the 
waters, but their antics elicited no response from 
Marta.

Seeing Marta laid bare and vulnerable had an 
intoxicating affect on both Mark and Tom. They silently 
looked at each other and then back at Marta. Seeing her 
so flustered was a facet of her that they had never 
seen before. Mark let his gaze fall on Marta in a more 
open way. 'Fuck that chick has a pair of tits on her' 
He thought to himself; not just her tits, but 
everything else is as tasty.' Glancing over at Tom, he 
could see that he too was thinking the same types of 
thoughts.

Sophia was a pretty girl. Her father was from Saudi 
Arabia and her mother was from Guadalajara, Mexico and 
she had the best features from both of her parents; 
dark skin, full lips, and a petite, compact body. 
Sophia was majoring in literature and needed to pass 
this class as part of the pre-requisites for entrance 
into the program. Although Sophia's parents were very 
proud of her, they were still in denial about what had 
transpired over the summer, refusing to believe that 
their daughter was a lesbian.

Sofia dated lots of guys, but never had a boyfriend. 
She never seemed to ever meet a guy that she really 
liked. In anything, she always had something negative 
to say; they were dumb, didn't have manners, drove too 
fast, something. She always had some type of excuse.

Sophia knew that what she felt about the guys she 
dated, was the exact opposite of the crushes she 
developed on some of the girls in school. In P.E. 
during shower time she would be talking about the dates 
she had lined up for the weekend, while at the same 
time she was taking quick glances at the naked girls 
around her. A smorgasbord of female flesh she could 
never touch. She was living a lie and became more and 
more depressed. 

Soon after another "boyfriend" she decided she'd had 
enough of hiding what she really felt from her parents. 
It was time to do what she should have done years 
before; sit down and tell them the truth. Sophia had a 
meeting and announced that she was gay. It didn't go 
over really well. 

Her mother told her that it was "just a phase" and that 
she would grow out of it. Her father, always a stoic 
man, said nothing, but the displeasure at her 
announcement was written all over his face. Since that 
day it had never been brought up again, although she 
was very open about her sexuality with everyone, 
including all the members in her study group.

Sophia had always thought Marta was beautiful 
physically, and had a kind word for everyone. She had a 
great body. That was obvious. No matter what she wore, 
nothing could hide her sexy curves. One day, early in 
the semester when it was still hot, they had gone 
together to the beach. 

Although Marta was very conservative, her reaction was 
very nonchalant when Sophia told her that she was 
lesbian, telling her that people were people, unique 
individuals, and the best way to get along with others 
was to accept them the way they were. It made Sophia 
happy to hear that and was happy that Marta was so 
open-minded.

They were at the beach the two of them, and Sophia 
spent the entire time, a good solid afternoon, 
furtively scanning Martha's body whenever she wasn't 
looking, or when she was sunning herself. Her eyes 
wandering lustfully, over Marta's luscious breasts that 
were barely held in by the swimming suit she was 
wearing, the sun causing droplets of sweat to form 
between them. She had to physically pinch herself from 
reaching over and licking the drops off of Marta's 
chest. Just thinking about what Marta looked laying 
there made her clit itch with need. Sophia was brought 
out of her fantasy by Ken's voice.

"So introduce me to your friends, baby," Ken said, 
motioning Marta to sit with him on the grass. Marta 
could barely speak. She felt like her insides were 
coiled up in a ball, she was so anxious. Marta was 
completely distraught over the situation, but knew she 
had to deal with it. 'I have to keep calm and stay in 
control.' She thought to herself. She sat down heavily, 
tucking her slim legs under her. 

Marta quickly introduced Tom, Mark and Sofia to Ken. 

"How long have you guys been together?" Mark asked Ken

"Well, we have been off and on for a couple of months 
now." Looking over at Marta he rolled his eyes and said 
with exaggerated reproach, "You didn't tell them about 
us? How could you?" 

Ken leaned over and put his arm around Marta. In front 
of her classmates he boldly hooked his hand around her 
breast and gently pinched her nipple, causing Marta to 
utter a barely suppressed moan deep in her throat. 
Marta turned deep red, embarrassed and humiliated at 
what Ken was doing to her in front of her friends. 

The guys were gentleman, She was sure they would say 
something. She shifted her lets to the opposite side. 
With a growing unease she realized that the tone of the 
group seemed to have changed. Rather than being 
indignant, her friends seemed to be... staring at 
her... looking at her as if she was a stranger... as if 
seeing her for the first time. 

Marta began to breath deeper, aware that she was the 
focus of the attention and it wasn't the type of 
attention she wanted. Her mind drifted quickly to what 
had transpired the day before, being held down, spanked 
over and over again, the pain of the blows raining on 
her firm ass, punctuated on a different level by the 
spikes of pleasure that needled her insides making her 
vagina moist and aroused. 

She forcefully redirected herself to her present 
circumstance, distressed that her vagina was secreting 
ever-copious amounts of juice. She shifted again, 
trying to relieve herself, trying to fit herself back 
in a place where she was comfortable with herself and 
control of her emotions.

Sophia, Mark, and Tom looked at her in wonderment. All 
of them thinking the same thing. They all knew that 
Marta was not the most assertive person in the world. 
In fact she was probably the most naive and least 
worldly of all of them, but what she was letting this 
guy do to her in front of them was wrong. Yet, they 
also could see that she didn't' seem to care. She was 
just sitting there like a statuette, letting the guy 
treat her like a nobody. The only sign that she was 
uncomfortable was the shifting around that seemed to be 
increasing, and the flush that was creeping over her 
face and neck. 

Sophia was aware that she was, for some reason becoming 
aroused. She wasn't being stimulated physically, but 
something about seeing Marta being treated in such a 
way was for some weird reason turning her on. She was 
uncomfortable for her friend and what she was feeling, 
but her passiveness touched a nerve in her. 

Tom and Mark were experiencing the same feelings. 
Nothing overt was going on, but in the space between 
the dialogue, something unsaid was changing the dynamic 
of the group.

Ken could see that he had set the tone for what he was 
hoping would transpire. In order to direct the action 
up where he wanted it to go, he had to bring the rest 
of the group completely onto his side. Based on what he 
was seeing, he didn't expect it to be much of a 
problem.

He glanced over at Sophia who was sitting kitty corner 
from him. What an attractive girl. Perfect face, 
perfect figure. Shorter stature than Marta, but with 
the same nice sized tits. He could see Sophia's nipples 
pressing against the light blue blouse she was wearing 
as if they were eyes trying to peek out of her top. Her 
whole demeanor was languid, and she was looking, no 
staring would be a better word, dreamily at Marta. Her 
lidded eyes traveling lazily over Marta's chest and 
legs.

Ken glanced over to the two young men sitting across 
from him and could see too, that the events unfolding 
were having a similar effect on their feelings and 
emotions. They both were sitting the same way, cross-
legged, but moving around like they had ants in their 
jeans. Ken was sure they both were sporting hard-ons.

Ken asked Sophia, "So, what are you studying?"

Marta looked down at the grass, trying to focus on the 
green blades, not sure what to do. Wishing Ken would 
just disappear, wishing that a meteor would hit the 
earth and kill them all. Anything to relive the tension 
that was settling in her body; the maddening throbbing 
of her vagina that seemed to be expanding and 
contracting every two seconds. She shuddered as she 
realized that her panties had to be soaked.

Sophia looked away from Marta, "Um.... mainly the test 
is going to mainly be about conditioning"

"You mean, conditioning behavior."

Sophia nodded in the affirmative "Yes, how stimuli is 
used to get people to perform certain types of 
behavior."

This was the in. Ken continued, "Does that also mean 
sexual behavior?" He stated the question matter-of-
factly, wanting to broach the subject in such a way 
that it seemed a natural extension of the conversation.

Mark and Tom leaned forward, listening to the 
conversation intently.

Sophia was nonplussed. "Sure, I guess, we didn't 
discuss it in class," she laughed a bit self 
consciously, "but sexual behavior could easily fall 
into the realm of conditioning." She was intrigued at 
the line of questioning, "Is there something in 
particular that you are talking about?" She sat back 
resting her body weight on her hands, cocking her head 
at Ken waiting for his answer.

Marta knew where Ken was going, but did not know how to 
redirect the line of questions into a territory that 
she could control. She felt stuck, as if she was in a 
pit of cold molasses. She was aware that her breasts 
felt tight and confined. Her nipples felt like 
smoldering cylindrical pieces of coal, ready to combust 
at any moment. A fine sheen of sweat was accumulating 
on her body, the result of her shame, humiliation and 
arousal at where the conversation was going.

Mark shifted, kicking his legs forward. He was so hard, 
his cock pointing into his pants like a Scud missile. 
He was wondering where this direction was going to 
lead. He glanced over at Marta who sat, stiff, and 
uncomfortable. He swallowed hard, his eyes resting on 
her breasts that even though covered by her sweatshirt, 
easily showed the largeness, fullness and roundness of 
her breasts. He knew they must be firm. He swallowed 
hard again, imagining what her nipples looked like. 

Marta looked up at her friends. Tom looked at her 
strangely, his eyes betraying the sexual feelings that 
were rising in his aroused loins. Marta knew the look. 
It was the look of a man with the scent of sex in his 
nose; the fuel for his libido. She glanced down as if 
looking at the grass, unable to continue eye contact, 
the act suddenly seeming too intimate. 

She desperately wanted to leave and go home but didn't 
know how. Another part of her wanted to thrust her hand 
into her panties, into the soaked hole of her vagina. 
Just plunge it in repeatedly until she came. She felt 
pushed and pulled into two different directions. It was 
infuriating what she was feeling. She was being town in 
two!

After a slight pause Ken replied, "Well, and I hope 
Marta doesn't mind me saying so..." Ken paused a second 
before continuing. Mark, Tom, and Sophia leaned 
forward, listening intently, as if perched on a ledge. 
"But... Marta has been conditioned to act out sexually 
when she is being embarrassed or humiliated."

For a second Marta friends did not register the gravity 
of what Ken had told them. It was too shocking to 
believe.

Marta sat on the ground stupidly, now know what to do 
or say to defend herself. Anything she would say would 
just come out retarded. She felt like a pretzel, all 
twisted up inside. The only thing real to her was the 
rush of heat that was coursing through her, leaving her 
faint; sexually thirsty. She had to stop this somehow!

Sophia and the guys looked at each other now sure what 
to do. They could see that Marta was humiliated and 
shamed beyond recognition. She looked like a little rag 
doll. She was breathing heavy and looked winded. Was 
she getting excited? Was what Ken said true? Was it 
possible? 

The entire groups perception of Marta changed in a 
fraction of a second. Marta was no longer part of the 
group, but more like an outsider, a strange visitor. 
Mark looked at Marta almost accusingly, "Do you like to 
be humiliated Marta?" 

Marta tried to look up at him, but it was no use. She 
felt detached and unsure of herself. Finally she 
blurted out to nobody in particular, "No, no, I 
don't.... I just want to go home." Marta forced herself 
to her knees, plainly understanding now that everyone 
knew what was going on inside her. She had to get away 
from them. This situation could become dangerous for 
her.

Sophia thoughts went back to the time she went to the 
beach with Marta, remembering the sweat beading on 
Martha magnificent chest. She couldn't let this 
opportunity escape her now, "Wait Marta," she said 
quickly, before the girl could get on her feet. She 
reflected a split second and then asked the question 
she had wanted to ask Marta so many times before.

"Before you go, could you just do one thing for me? 

Marta looked at her, unsure, but glad that she had 
friends like Sophia. Friends that loved and cared about 
her. "What do you want?" Marta thought Sophia was going 
to ask if she could loan her money for dinner, give her 
a ride home, something that a friend would do for a 
friend. The question she got knocked the wind from her 
lungs, making her almost stumble to the ground.

"Before you go, could you just please... take off your 
sweatshirt and let me see your breasts?" Sophia looked 
at her expectantly. Ken, Mark, and Top looked at Marta 
intently staring at her chest. Already imagining what 
her breasts would look like. Even in the tight confines 
of her bra.

Marta could feel her heart begin to hammer rapidly in 
her chest. "What do you mean, Sofia?" she said with 
forced lightness. She could feel her legs trembling.

Sofia bit the inside of her lip softly. "Just pull off 
your top and let me...us.....see your breasts that's 
all." 

Tom and Mark unconsciously held their breath.

Sophia stared hard into Marta's eyes. Martha broke eye 
contact and looked away, ashamed at her weakness. What 
she was being made to endure She could feel her tear 
ducts filling with tears.

Like a marionette, she slowly pulled her top over her 
head, leaving her with just her bra. Her breasts looked 
incredible; hard, but soft. Nestled tightly in the 
confines of the lacy bra. They were big. God they were 
big. They had to be a least a 36 C, about the same size 
as her breasts. They strained against the bra as if 
seeking freedom from the tight enclosure of the 
support.

Tom and Ken stared hard at the pair of tits before 
them. Their internal fantasies seeing the light of 
reality.

Ken stood back, away from the rest of the group. His 
job relatively finished.

Sophia began to breath heavier; the sight of Marta's 
breasts...so close to her...visually stimulating her 
arousal. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

Marta tried to assert herself. Indignant, she said, 
"Nice friend you turned out to be, are you satisfied?" 
Marta stood up to leave.

"Stop," Mark interrupted.

Marta looked up at him. She was trembling with fear and 
excitement.

"Look" he explained, "Ken shouldn't have told us what 
he did. It was wrong. But...I mean we're 
friends...right? He took another step forward towards 
Marta, who cowered back, the veneer of control she was 
trying to establish shattering.

"I mean.... it's not like we've never seen a girl's 
breasts before." He looked to his friend for approval, 
"Right Tom?

"Yeah, yeah, right Mark. You're just so pretty that's 
all Marta, so pretty... Just show us your breasts 
O.K.?" His voice was jittery with animal lust, "That's 
it, O.K.?" He held his hands out trying to communicate 
what a logical request they were asking.

"I did" Marta said plaintively, feeling her nipples 
boring into the bra cups.

Staring directly at her chest Mark said, more 
forcefully, "No, take off your bra...it's not the 
same.... really show us.... what they look like naked. 
He tried another tactic, "You should be proud of your 
body. It's incredible."

Marta stood stiffly, rooted to the ground. She felt 
disoriented. Her limbs felt wooden and heavy. She tried 
to argue with him the wrongness of what they were 
asking, but couldn't find the words to articulate her 
feelings. Her eyes filled with tears, as she reached 
behind her back and unsnapped her bra.

Sofia looked at Marta feverishly, not believing what 
they were getting her to do.

Mark felt guilty, but not guilty enough to stop 
pressing Marta to give them more and more of her self-
respect and dignity. 

As she deftly unhooked the metal clasp, her breasts 
seemed to topple out of the tight confines of the bra 
cups. Naked they were magnificent. Utterly full, firm 
and round. No trace of sagging. The light brown areolas 
peaked and swollen making her nipples pointing outward 
that much more prominent. Marta self-consciously 
wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide her 
breasts from the eyes of her traitorous friends, 
humiliated and embarrassed at what she was being pushed 
to do.

"Put your arms down" Tom said, the request came out 
more like a command.

Marta flinched and put her hands down. Afraid of 
getting them angry. 

Sofia could feel her clitoris throbbing. The sight of 
Marta in front of them topless, leaving her almost 
faint with wanting. She balled up her hand and pressed 
it into her crotch, hungrily. Pressing her fist into 
her clit and dragging it over her Venus mound; a heat 
searing through her.

"I'm going to touch you, o.k. Marta," Sophia said as 
she stood behind her. 

"No Sofia, I mean it.... stay away. It's bad enough 
what I did, but I'm not going to do any more." Marta 
backed away fearfully.

"It's O.K.," Sofia said soothingly, "You're my friend, 
all I want to do is touch your breasts. I promise that 
we won't ask you to do anymore all right? I give you my 
word," she said solemnly. As she was speaking she 
managed to work her way closer to Marta, one step at a 
time as if she was trying to relax a feral cat she 
wanted to catch. 

They were only an arm length away from each other.

Marta could feel the heat of Sophia's lust. It 
enveloped her like a cloud. She did nothing as Sophia 
got closer to her, murmuring softly.

"I've always wanted to do this. I can't begin to tell 
you how many times I've lain in bed touching myself, 
wishing this...." Sofia reached Martha, got behind her 
and quickly moved her hands around her before Marta 
could react. 

Marta groaned in shame and Sophia eagerly palmed and 
hefted her hard breasts, savoring the feel, the 
heaviness of her full mounds. She bent her head forward 
to kill Marta on her soft neck.

Marta feebly tied to protest, as she slowly moved her 
own hand into her panties, seeking her clit. 

The moral part of her will raised its objection, "No 
Sophia, I don't feel the same way you do. I don'-" She 
was cut off in mid sentence by Sofia who unexpectedly 
grasped her nipples with her thumb and index finger and 
pinched them, making Marta writhe in pain and pleasure.

Marta pulled her hand away from herself and tried to 
grab at the hands, at the fingers that were rolling, 
pinching and pulling her nipples making her frantic 
with fear and lust. 

Mark and Tom quickly jumped in to the action. They 
looked around. Being a Saturday, the university was 
deserted. There was nobody around. Nobody that could do 
anything to help her. 

Mark grabbed Marta's arms so that she couldn't reach 
Sofia's probing fingers that were insistently pulling 
and pushing the stuff nubs, completely elongated with 
arousal. The areola around them puffed up and super 
sensitized at the unwanted stimulation. 

"Oh god, stop it! Stop it!!" Marta cried, struggling 
against the tormentors who were leveraging her internal 
weakness against her. 'This can't be happening again' 
she thought to herself as the young men half dragged 
half carried Marta to the wool blanket they had been 
using to study on.

Sophia was panting heavily, her own breasts feeling 
heavy and constricted in the confines of her own bra. 
She bore down hard on Marta's breasts pulling her 
nipples to gain some leverage on Marta whose struggles 
were getting difficult to control.

Ken looked on, smiling, eyes bright, at the struggling 
girl.

Mark and Tom's lust was at a boiling point. Their cocks 
fully engorged, stiff as rebar, protruding painfully 
against their pants. They wrestled Marta to the ground. 
Mark managed to grab Martha's hands bring them up and 
over her head. "Tom, hold her wrists."

Marta began to struggle in earnest, terrified at what 
they were going to do with her. She tried to reason, 
"Let me go, and I won't tell anybody this. I swear, I 
promise... just let me go! Please let me go!"

Her words fell on deaf ears. Now that Tom had Marta's 
arms locked over her head, and Sofia's fingers were 
locked around Martha's stiff nipples, he could go to 
work on another area.

Marta felt Mark's hands grip the sides of her denim 
skirt. She twisted her torso as best she could, knowing 
she had to stop him from getting to her vagina, but she 
just wasn't strong enough. 

Sofia's hands made matters worse. They were dancing all 
over her hard nipples, leaving her weaker and wetter. 
But there was still time to stop this madness. 

"Mark, No! Leave me alone!"

Mark slowly but insistently pulled the soft denim. 
"Arch your back, Martha so I can get them off."

"No, I won't you can't make me. I won't!" She jerked 
again, trapped by her tormentors.

Tom bent down and kissed Marta fully. Marta was not 
expecting this and opened her mouth in surprise. Tom 
kissed her deeply, probing her wet mouth with his 
tongue. Unable to move, Marta kissed him back. Their 
tongues dancing, twisting around each other like two 
serpents. Tom began exploring the inside of Marta's 
lips, doing his utmost to quiet her fear, to relax, and 
let nature take its course.

As Tom kissed her, Marta slowly arched her back, 
helpless to stop the conveyer belt of feelings that 
were whizzing through her body at break net speak. 
Mark, pulled the skirt effortlessly down Marta's 
gorgeous legs that were shaking with fear.

She was almost naked now.

Tom continued to explore Marta's mouth deeply, 
effectively preventing her from yelling. Her protests 
muted and barely audible over the heavy breathing and 
excited exhalations of her classmates.

Mark slowly began to pull down Marta's panties that 
were soaked with her juice. Her vagina came into view, 
making Marks cock ache with wanting. It was becoming 
unbearable.

Marta was now completely naked. Her body shimmering 
with sweat. She was still thrashing, but less then 
before. It was just a matter of time.

Tom disengaged himself from Marta as Mark signaled him 
and Sofia to reposition her in a way that all of them 
could get their pleasure from her.

The three of them frantically began to take off their 
clothes, anxious to fully feel, fully taste, and fully 
partake of the sexual feast offered them. 

Marta saw an opportunity to get up, but was brought 
down by Sophia who had completely stripped, who 
hungrily pressed her naked breasts into Marta's own. 
Marta moaned anew as Sophia shifted up replacing her 
warm breasts with her skillful fingers, which began to 
manipulate the stiff nipples of the prone, helpless 
girl below her. 

Sofia flicked her back and then bent down to kiss 
Martha, hungrily sucking her lips into her own mouth 
and then plunging her hot tongue into Martha's own 
mouth; her moaning wafting over the hard panting around 
her. Sophia was shorter than Marta so that she was able 
to not only pinch and pull Marta's over extended and 
stimulated nipples, but also able to braid her leg 
along Marta's effectively bringing their vaginas 
together. 

Marta moaned as Sophia ground her matted triangle into 
her pussy, their juices mingling together. Sophia 
groaned as her clit ground into Marta's labia, red, 
puffed up and swollen with sexual arousal. She felt 
like she was in a trance. Oblivious to anything except 
assimilating herself sexually, as much as humanly 
possible, into the struggling/willing girl beneath her.

The men watched lustfully, momentarily waiting while 
Sophia had her way with Marta. Breaking down the girl 
with every sexual trick she could think off. Marta 
could not think straight. Completely overwhelmed by the 
girl on top of her, who refused to let up the 
ministrations on her aching breasts. Whose wet tongue 
speared deeply into her waiting mouth seeking her own 
tongue. 

Marta cried out in pleasure as Sophia rubbed her pussy 
feverishly against Marta's clit, which buzzed like an 
angry bee. She was powerless. If this continued it 
would just lead to more problems. Problems she couldn't 
let happen again. She couldn't just fall down in defeat 
every time a sexual situation arose. She had to behave 
in a manner that was befitting a woman of her 
upbringing.

Mark and Tom could see that Marta was having second 
thoughts and quickly came over to the two women 
withering on the blanket. Sophia touching, squeezing, 
hefting Marta's breasts, feverishly enjoying every 
minute of Marta's body, the body that previously had 
been denied her.

Mark's cock was stiff as was humanly possible. His 
member protruding outwards like a lead pipe. He had to 
get his cock into the girl. He had to. He couldn't 
fucking take it any longer. He tried to move Sophia but 
she was too engrossed in Marta to take him any heed. 
Her lust making her oblivious to what was going on 
around her. Her only focus Marta below her.

Tom didn't know what to do either. He couldn't use 
Marta's mouth because Sophia was frenching her deeply. 
He couldn't get to her pussy because Sophia was on top 
of Marta and grinding her taut belly and pussy into 
Marta's snatch and firm stomach. Dammit, he couldn't 
even get to her ass!

Tom's cock was aching, his balls heavy with need. He 
grew desperate.

Mark was in similar straights, his hard dick swaying 
from one side to another as he tried to figure out what 
to do. His hard dick stabbing into the air, seeking a 
home to plant itself. A sheaf for sexual relief and 
gratification.

Mark, again tried to move Sophia to the side, his hands 
gripping her ass, trying to get her to move, so he 
could get to Marta's drenched cunt. He could see how 
wet Martha was, her pink pleasure button extended 
provocatively from its protective hood. So close, so 
fucking close, yet he couldn't get to it. It might as 
well be hidden in a Chinese lock box.

Ken continued to watch, waiting to see what would 
happen as Mark and Tom tried to position themselves to 
they could get to the trapped girl, who lay disoriented 
and confused under her oppressor.

Mark couldn't stand it anymore. His eyes focused on 
Sofia's tight round ass that was grinding into Marta's 
pussy, making her squirm and moan. Quickly, he got 
behind Sophia, before she realized what he was up to, 
and wrapped his arms around her thin waist startling 
her.

"What are you doing!?" she cried, angry at being 
interrupted, "Get the hell off of me!" 

Before she could react further, Mark grasped his cock 
and quickly guided it to Sophia's sopping wet cunt. Her 
labia splayed open like a welcoming door. It slid in 
effortlessly. Fully submerged in Sophia's wet hole.

She wasn't into guys, he couldn't do this! 

Mark was only able to get part of himself into Sofia's 
hole before she moved off of Marta to gain some 
leverage. As she shifted, her knees made contact with 
the blanket effectively lowering her about two inches. 
Just enough room for Mark to take advantage of the 
situation. He pushed forward desperately, his hard 
member fully entering Sophia who had not had a cock in 
her, ever. It was gross. She couldn't stand it.

"Get out of me!" She screamed. Mark grabbed Sophia by 
the hair to control her. There was no way the bitch was 
going to keep him from his pleasure. No fucking way."

Sophia was no match for Mark, a 190-pound man, in peak 
physical condition. He felt her maidenhead, paused and 
hammered into her, pulverizing the thin membrane.

"Ugh!" Sophia moaned as Mark's cock began to saw into 
her wet hole.

Free of Sophia's weight Marta attempted to get up and 
run. She had taken two steps when she was brought down 
by Tom, who dragged her by her arm, back to the 
blanket. Determined to find resolution to his own 
sexual needs.

Ken looked on lustfully, his hand fisting himself as he 
watched Tom complete Marta's degradation.

"No, No," Marta cried. She jerked back and forth as Tom 
tried to accommodate himself. Thinking that he was 
going to try to get into the missionary position she 
shifted to her side. She realized the folly of her 
mistake immediately as Tom drew her into the classic 
spoon position and began to thrust forward blindly, 
seeking Marta's pussy, slippery with her secreting 
fluids and Sophia's cunt juice.

Marta tried to straighten herself, but it was no use. 
Frustrated, Tom stabbed up again, and was rewarded with 
Marta's wet cunt, which held part of him in its grasp. 
He pushed up again making Marta cry out as he lodged 
himself completely into her, his balls solidly landing 
against her perfect round ass.

Ken watched as Mark and his friend began to fuck the 
two young college students. Watching the other cunt 
getting her due was an added bonus. One he wasn't 
expecting, but relishing never the less. The strokes on 
his own cock increased in tandem to the college boys. A 
groan escaped his lips.

Mark was close. Damn, it felt good fucking this chick. 
And she was a fucking dyke for god's sake. A fucking 
clam eater. And he was fucking her. Sophia form laid 
lifeless on her tummy, shocked at what had happened as 
Mark's cock continued it's non-consensual assault on 
her lubed cunt hole. First she was with Martha, 
enjoying her body, finally fulfilling a life long 
fantasy and now she was being.... fucked.... by a man; 
a male. A thought suddenly hit her.

A man.... with sperm.

"Shit!"

Martha was powerless to stop what was being done to 
her. What should she do? If she asked him to pull out, 
he probably wouldn't. That's what she was learning men 
did. They did the opposite of what you asked. She would 
just be quiet and not say anything. He wasn't stupid, 
he was in college. He would do the right thing. She was 
sure that when he began to cum, he would be a gentleman 
and unleash his hot spunk onto her back. He always had 
seemed to her a practical person, not an impulsive 
person who makes mistakes and then makes excuses for 
them. 

From Marta's angle she could see the scene in front of 
her. The bitch Sophia getting what she deserved. Marks 
torso moved back forth purposely, his cut abs 
contracting as he pistoned himself into Sofia, his only 
focus, his only concern to unleash the pressure built 
up inside him. A wall of sexual feeling that had been 
building up for the last hour.

"Don't you dare do it inside Mark, I'm gay, and would 
lose all credibility...if something happened." 
Desperately she stated, "I can imagine what your 
feeling, but please don't take the chance.... It's not 
worth it Mark." Sophia had a strong personality but was 
reduced to imploring, knowing that in a purely physical 
vein she didn't have a chance. 

Sophia's words disappeared in the air. Thud, thud, 
thud, thud....

"Did you hear what I said, you FUCKER!" Sophia said, 
frantically trying to break free, furious at herself 
for being sucked into this disaster.

Mark wrapped his arms around Sophia's sweet tummy and 
her his arms tight, as he began to cum. It felt so good 
it was almost painful. Quick bursts of sperm that shot 
into Sophia's pussy like a machine gun. He thru his 
head back like a warrior as his seed sought refuge in 
Sophia's unprotected womb.

"GODAMMIT Mark, NO!" Sophia cried as Mark came. The 
pleasure making him jerk up dipping his cock that much 
deeper into Sophia's tight pussy.

Tom was almost there. He could feel his balls 
tightening up. Part of him didn't want to cum. He 
wanted to keep this feeling forever. He felt like the 
time he had that great steak in Lake Tahoe on his 23rd 
birthday. A steak so incredibly delicious that he 
didn't want to swallow it. He just wanted to savor it 
as long as possible.

However, what he wanted and what his body wanted were 
two different things. His pragmatic, logical side knew 
that to avoid problems he probably should pull out and 
let the torrent of sperm accumulated in his testicle 
sack shoot out harmlessly on Martha's tight, firm, ass 
and back. It still would feel pretty good, not exactly 
the same as just letting his cock stay inside her and 
spray her, as her pussy milked him dry, but good 
nevertheless.

He grunted. The volley was coming.

He continued pumping into Marta, helplessly pinned, who 
was trying desperately not to cry. Praying that Tom 
would maintain control as he reached his orgasm. 

As his thrusting became more intense, another thought 
entered his mind. 'But then again, Martha had to be on 
the pill. She had a boyfriend didn't she? The pill and 
a boyfriend came hand in hand, didn't they?'

It was the last remaining justification he thought 
before he went over-the-top.

The first ejaculation shot out of his pulsating rod 
into Marta's steaming pussy. "Fu- Fu- Fuck" he groaned 
as he discharged into her. Up to this point, Marta had 
remained quite, desperately hoping that Tom would use 
some common sense. He had to be aware how conservative 
she was, her moral standards. He couldn't be that dumb 
and irresponsible.

She felt the first tell tale jet of sperm as it 
discharged out of his pulsating prick.

Whimpering she cried, "Tom, I'm not on the pill. What 
are you doing? You could get me pregnant!"

Tom heard the anguish in Martha's voice but was unable 
to stop himself. He was in the middle of an orgasm. He 
couldn't pull out now, he reasoned to himself as his 
cock continued to convulse. Anyway, one jet of his 
sperm already went inside her. If she got pregnant, she 
got pregnant. No sense worrying about now, and ruining 
his cum.

He held himself deep into her, not moving, his stiff 
cock contracting repeatedly, recoiling like an AK-47. 
"G-god, no Tom, no," Marta groaned helplessly, feebly 
moving her ass to dislodge the cock softening in her 
vagina, sighing helplessly, knowing that the damage was 
already done.

Ken's cock began to jerk as he came, the dialogue he 
heard between Tom and Martha, pushing him into his own 
orgasm. He fell to his knees gasping as he continued to 
cum, long ropes of jism shooting into the green grass.

Marta's life after this episode began to unravel. She 
no longer felt in control of herself. The people around 
her were not to be trusted, none of them. Yet, there 
was no escape. There was nowhere she could go. Nowhere 
to go for help. Every social situation was a potential 
land mine waiting to be stepped on.

Soon after the incident with her study group Marta had 
gone to the library to study and a boy approached her. 
Why? She had no reason. He wouldn't stop bothering her. 
He kept asking her questions. Stupid questions. Did she 
like Wham, what was her favorite book by Falkner, her 
favorite pizza topping, but, no matter what she 
answered, she couldn't get rid of him. 

At the point he started asking questions with his eyes 
transfixed on her breasts, she was lost to his power. 
He sensed what she was. He read her like an open menu. 
She had taken him behind the reference section and 
sucked his cock until he came inside her mouth the 
noise from his moaning bringing the librarian who 
called her a hussy and threatened to call the police if 
she didn't leave immediately. 

The week after that, she was in the grocery store 
buying some produce; just minding her own business. A 
man approached her as she was checking out some 
cucumbers to make a cucumber salad. He casually asked 
her how she could tell if the cucumber was ripe. She 
didn't know what to say. 

She looked up at him to suggest that he contact the 
produce manager and she saw that familiar look in his 
eye; the look of sex. She had faltered and turned away, 
but the man had gently, but firmly grabbed her elbow. 
As it turned out, he had a vegetable kink. She had 
spent the next hour in his Camry as he masturbated her 
with different sized cucumbers until she came. Her 
juice sluicing over his hand as she feverishly let the 
man pound the vegetable into her sopping vagina.

Desperate, with nowhere to turn, she went to a meeting 
of Sex Addicts Anonymous. To not attract attention she 
wore the most drab, boring, baggy clothing she could 
find. What she didn't realize was that the scent she 
gave off, the vibe people picked up on, had nothing to 
do with how she dressed, it was deeper than that. It 
was what she was.

She had enjoyed the meeting. Knowing there were others 
there who shared similar problems helped her believe 
she could change. Finally she had a place of refuge, a 
place to regroup and get her life in order. She had met 
a very nice man, an older gentleman who had admitted to 
being addicted to downloading pornography. The problem 
had gotten so bad that he had spent his life savings 
joining hundreds and hundreds of porn sites. He was 
almost crying. Trying to be motherly she gently touched 
his arm to reassure him that he wasn't alone. Marta had 
felt sorry for him. He was grateful for her kindness 
and shyly asked if he could by her a cup of coffee 
after the meeting. She readily agreed. There was no 
harm in that. They both had a problem. She could use a 
new friend. A friend she could trust. A solid 
relationship where they could support each other.

They were having a nice conversation when he mentioned 
his ex wife. Apparently she had gotten most of their 
savings and half his pension leaving him both broke and 
bitter. "I'm glad I'm rid of that cunt," he had stated, 
crushing his fingers into his palms in anger at the 
memory. 

At the sound of the word, Marta felt a flood of arousal 
roll through her that made her dizzy. She had 
unconsciously licked her lips, which had suddenly 
become bone dry. She wanted to hear more. It was like 
crack. The more she heard, the more she wanted. The man 
had noticed her reaction. Even with all the heavy, 
baggy clothes, he could see her nipples, which had 
suddenly popped outwards like overheated popcorn. 

From that point Marta was under his complete control. 
He had asked her if she enjoyed dirty words. She wanted 
to say no, but couldn't. He asked her if she wanted to 
rub her cunt. Her clit started buzzing in its hood. She 
couldn't swallow. She reached down between her legs and 
started to rub her pussy. She felt lost and 
disoriented. She wanted to leave but couldn't. 

Luckily, she was able to end the torment and got away 
with just giving the man a hand job in the men's 
bathroom. Something he had cajoled her to do. She heard 
some catcalls from a group of drunken men who were 
drinking coffee, as she left the restroom. She had 
hurried out of the parking lot, knowing that if any of 
the men were to follow her out and try to talk to her, 
she would wind up getting herself in further trouble.

Things were just getting worse and worse. Marta felt 
lost. What was she going to do? Who was left to turn 
to?

*****

Marta woke up the next Saturday knowing she couldn't go 
on like this. Every night she had masturbating. 
Bringing herself off. Her diddling fingers pinching her 
hard nipples and filling her wet hole. Her thoughts 
filled with dirty words, Ken, the Asian boy fucking her 
eagerly with no thought of her pleasure, Tom cumming in 
her without protection, Sophia grinding her pussy into 
her clit, and how she has jerked around on the blanket 
like an epileptic having a seizure. She couldn't trust 
any man. They wanted the same thing, just the 
opportunity to fill her with their warm sperm. Her mind 
wandered again.... to Sophia's diddling fingers and the 
surge of pleasure that cascaded through her at her 
touch. The orgasm that ripped through her like a flash 
fire. 

The boy in the library, his adolescents cock exploding 
into her wet mouth. Just thinking about it caused her 
vagina to start secreting fluids and caused the bottom 
to drop out of her stomach. She wasn't sleeping well. 
At times she would even wake up in the middle of the 
night and find herself desperately rubbing her clit. A 
sexual prisoner of herself. Chained to her lust and the 
need to be used and humiliated. She knew that she 
needed help. That she needed to talk to somebody about 
what was going on inside of her. But who? Who could she 
confide in? Who could she trust? It couldn't be anyone 
from school. 

She knew what they were capable of. What she shared 
would be used against her. It always was. It had to be 
someone that had her best interests in mind, who loved 
her and cared about her no matter what happened. She 
suddenly realized she was looking for help in all the 
wrong places. Help was just a few steps away in the 
bedroom across the hall. Marta would talk to her 
father. He would know what to do. 

In the morning, Marta got up and turned the water on in 
the shower. After the water reached a temperature she 
was comfortable with, she got into the stall and let 
the warm water cascade over her. She grabbed a bar of 
soup and began to thoroughly wash herself. Vigorously, 
rubbing the soap over her body as if trying to not only 
clean her skin, but to clean the dirt of lust that she 
had let creep into her. She felt uptight and restless. 
She tried to keep her mind clear, to enjoy the warm 
warmer that cascaded over her body, but it seemed that 
her wandered off on it's own into territory. A 
territory where she was a willing victim, a .... fuck 
toy for the rest of the world. 

She shook her head quickly back and forth and clenched 
the bar of soup tighter in her hand. She could feel the 
lips of her vagina beginning to moisten and smolder 
with anticipation and push outwards framing her cunt 
hole and causing the hood of her clit to creep up 
exposing the stuff pink button. Anxiously, her heart 
fluttering with nervousness and a quiet desperation, 
Marta furtively looked around the stall and found a 
bottle of shampoo. 

She slowly reached down her arm, trembling with anguish 
and need, and grabbed the bottle. Moaning she spread 
her lean legs apart and leaned into the wall with one 
hand while the other began to work the slick bottle 
into the hot hole of her vagina, her firm thighs 
tensing as she worked the slick plastic bottle inside 
of her. She began to move the bottle quickly in and out 
of herself with no sense of foreplay just the need to 
be filled.... to be filled with something...anything to 
relieve the tightness in her body. 

She began to feel an orgasm building and as it hit she 
pushed her hard tits into the wall forcibly, the wet, 
cold tile sending a jolt through her as they made 
contact with her excited, extended nipples. As the 
pleasure peaked, ebbed and flowed out of her she found 
herself on the floor of the shower stall sobbing, her 
wet hair hanging in her face, the water hitting her 
back, raining on her, mingling with the tears coursing 
down her face. 

"Dad, can I talk to you please?" Marta said nervously. 
After her shower Marta knew that she had to talk to her 
father as soon as possible. It just couldn't wait any 
longer. Preoccupied with her degenerating will, 
petrified with shame, she quickly dried herself off and 
threw on a short, thick terry cloth robe, not bothering 
to dry her hair or put on undergarments. 

She walked down the stairs heavily. Marta's father was 
sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the 
morning paper.. He put down the paper and looked at his 
young daughter with concern. She looked like she just 
had gotten out of the shower. Her hair was wet. He 
couldn't help thinking how stunning she looked. The 
white robe against her light olive skin. 

It was short and he could see most of her legs up to 
about six or seven inches of her firm thighs. His eyes 
darted quickly at her firm legs that peaked invitingly 
from the short robe, then to her eyes. Marta didn't 
seem to notice the barely concealed lust in them.

Marta's father was concerned. Marta looked so 
distraught. His heart reached out to his daughter thru 
the veil of lust that was beginning to swirl through 
his mind. He thought to himself that she must have been 
going through something really distressing for her to 
get like this. 

"Sweetheart, please sit down. What's wrong? I have 
noticed that you haven't been yourself lately, but 
didn't want to pressure you." 

Marta looked away, not knowing how to start. God this 
was so hard! While waiting for his daughter to gather 
her thoughts he let his gaze wander over her supple 
body. Marta had sat down in a lotus position, which 
caused her robe to ride up higher on her legs exposing 
more of her thighs that still glistened with moisture 
from her recent shower. 

From his angle he could see just a hint of pubic hair. 
My God she wasn't wearing panties! He swallowed hard. 
Even through the thick material of the robe, he could 
see the slope of her heavy breasts. The firm round 
contours filling out her robe like two large hills. 
God, was she stacked. He could feel his loins stirring. 
His maleness hardening. He forcefully made himself look 
at her eyes again. Irritated at himself for his lack of 
control. This was no time to be fantasizing. Especially 
about his child. His only child. Marta, his daughter, 
needed his help. 

"Dad this is really hard for me to say," She said 
distraughtly. She looked down at the ground. It looked 
like she was ready to start crying. "Sweetheart, just 
say what's on your mind. You know I've always been here 
for you before," he said soothingly. Marta looked up at 
her father, her eyes brimming with tears. He wanted to 
hug her, but felt it was best until she said what she 
needed to say. 

Haltingly she said, "Dad.... I don't know what's wrong 
with me. Over the last few weeks, I seem to have lost 
control of myself...of my feelings.... I just don't.... 
don't...." Marta began crying. The heavy sobs racking 
her body. Marta reached over and hugged her father. Her 
salty tears wetting his cheek. 

He could feel her large breasts pressed against his 
chest and shoulder and could feel a glob of desire 
beginning to form in his throat. He gently took her by 
her arms and sat her up straight. Not wanting to feel 
her body so close to his. He could feel his cock 
straining against his jeans and didn't want her to 
notice his reaction.

What was wrong with him? He felt nervous seeing his 
daughter in such a vulnerable emotional state. Nervous 
and for some reason, aroused. She looked.... she looked 
so fucking helpless. 

With a voice just slightly strained and impatient he 
said, "Marta, just say it. Holding it in isn't good for 
you." Marta took some deep breaths to regain her 
composure but still spoke haltingly. "Your...your right 
papa.... the problem.. the problem I'm having is that I 
get.... ex-excited.... when someone talks.... talks 
dirty to me, or.... or.... commands me to do something. 
I don't... don't want to.... but, but it seems like I 
can't.... control myself. I hate it. But... but I enjoy 
it at the same time..." 

Marta's dad was stunned. As if he was just smashed in 
the head with a baseball bat. He couldn't believe what 
he just heard. Unable to truly grasp what she just 
said. He thought she was going to talk to him about a 
bad grade or where she was going to get money for 
tuition for the Fall semester. Not that she got turned 
on by dirty words and being controlled and humiliated. 
His daughter's words left him appalled yet strangely 
the thought of his daughter being controlled and 
victimized and not able to maintain personal control, 
not able to set limits with others, made him feel 
giddy. His gut rolled crazily like the feeling one gets 
on the downturn of a roller coaster. 

With a rush another thought entered his mind. It kind 
of felt like what his daughter just told him was like 
finding a wallet full of credit cards with a little 
note that said, "All Yours" or being given a key to a 
vault that was full of money. Money to use and spend, 
as he wanted. All he had to do was open the vault and 
the money was his. The excitement he was feeling, but 
trying not to show, was almost unbearable. He could 
feel his cock strain against his pants. Hot, hard and 
restless. Pulsating and alive. He was as hard as forged 
iron. He felt light headed and giddy, like being on a 
raft that would soon would be hitting some rapids. 

Part of him thought it would be best to steer it to 
shore and rest a bit, think things thru, but the other 
part, the part, that seemed to be growing stronger as 
his logical reasoning decreased fogged in by the total 
sexual excitement, thought it best to get back into the 
rapids and paddle as fast as possible. As the 
conversation continued, his thoughts clamored for him 
to take the rapids at full speed. His daughter was hot. 
Unbelievably built. She had no business being so hot. 
So fucking, physically perfect. A Goddess. They were 
together. Just the two of them. Wasn't that a sign? 
Wasn't that a sign that he was supposed to just steer 
right into the rapids and let it take him wherever it 
led, even though it could and probably would lead to 
utter ruin? Possibly destroy him? Them both? 

Did he really want this situation to get out of hand? 
His daughter just disclosed something very personal and 
that was obviously extremely hard for her to say. She 
was sobbing. Her body racked with the despair and 
anguish that was manifesting itself through her hot 
tears. As a father he was supposed to be supportive. He 
was supposed to be trusted. He was the father. His eyes 
darted back to her breasts. He gulped hard before 
saying, "Mija, I'm not sure I understand completely 
what you mean. Can you elaborate a little bit? I-I want 
to understand what your are going through, what you are 
feeling."

Marta looked up at her father. His face was flushed, 
but she was so troubled that she didn't see it. "Dad, 
you know.... bad words.... dirty words.... the kind you 
taught me never to say." She clenched her little hands 
tightly in her lap. 

He could feel the noise of the upcoming rapids roaring 
in his ears. He dropped his head and said quietly. "You 
mean like the word.... cunt?" 

At the sound of the word, Marta felt like she had been 
punched in the stomach and doused with a barrel of cold 
water at the same time. She took two big gulps of air. 
She could feel a sliver of foreboding. A hot chill 
ripped thru her and her nipples began to stiffen. 
Hesitantly she said, "Papa, you don't have to use that 
word. I can explain what I'm going through without 
having to use, without having to use dirty words." 

"I want to understand what your feelings, that's all." 
her father replied noting her reaction. He shifted 
himself. His cock protruding into his pants like a red-
hot poker. He could see Marta was nervous and 
trembling. He leaned back slowly into the couch, 
crossed his hands behind his head and gazed at his 
daughter openly. His body buzzing with excitement. The 
current of overheated lust running under his skin 
making the hair on his body stand on end. 

She looked at her father and turned quickly away. She 
had seen men look at her like that before. She 
recognized the look. It was the look of pure, 
unadulterated desire. She had seen this reflected in 
the eyes of just about every man she had met since she 
had come to this country. She hated that look and 
usually could avoid it, and the aftermath of problems, 
by not maintaining eye contact. She was safe as long as 
she kept her eyes averted. But she lived here for god's 
sake! They shared the same house together! She expected 
this type of reaction from men because they were like 
dogs. Constantly in heat. Constantly on the lookout for 
a place to put their cocks. But this was her father. 
She would never expect him to look at her like that. 
Not her father. Not him.

Marta could feel bile forming in her stomach making her 
nauseas. He continued, unable to stop himself his words 
seeming to come from somewhere else. "You mean when I 
say cunt and other words like cock, cum, balls, pussy, 
and fucking you get excited? Tell me honey. Tell me. 
"He looked at her knowingly. His thick cock protruding 
upwards. Making the denim covering his crotch bulge out 
obscenely. 

She looked down and saw his manhood and made herself 
look away. Her breath caught in her throat. He could 
see that she was fighting not to get aroused. He could 
see a slight flush work it's way down her chest. Each 
word her father said made Marta shudder. He was taking 
advantage of her. He knew how to work her now. How to 
get to her. She trusted him. He was her father. And now 
he was doing it too. Damn him! Just like Ken. Just like 
that Asian kid. Like all the men she had ever known 
since setting foot in this damn country. She couldn't 
trust anyone. 

At first she was shocked, extremely hurt and then 
angry, but now....all she felt was that maddening fear 
coupled with the hot torch of desire coursing thru her. 
She started to feel warm all over. Pin prices of heat 
dancing through her body. Making her breasts tingle and 
her nipples ache.. She had to stay in control. She had 
to.

"Dad.... I'm sorry.... sorry for bothering you, I can 
deal with this," Marta said stammering. She got up 
unsteady, unsure of herself. 

As she started to slowly turn away, her father said, 
"Marta, would you like to see my cock?" She stopped. 
She tried to continue walking, but she couldn't. She 
felt like her feet had grown roots to keep her from 
leaving. She turned around to look at him. Tears welled 
up in her eyes. She couldn't go through this again. She 
couldn't. 

"Please papa, don't. Don't do this to me. I'm your 
daughter."

Marta's father stared into her eyes. She couldn't 
maintain eye contact. She looked down scared and 
afraid. Scared at what could happen. Scared at what she 
was feeling. She could feel her pussy watering and her 
breasts felt hard and confined although she was only 
wearing a robe. She could feel her juice bubbling, 
outward, coating her labia. She felt warm. He began to 
slowly unbuckle his belt as she watched his daughter 
tremble in front of him. She stood there watching him. 
Unable to move. 

"Come here Marta," he said in a hard, thick voice. 
"Take off my pants for me." She took a faltering step 
towards him while her mind screamed at her to turn 
around and go back upstairs to the safety of her room. 
"You want to see my cock, don't you?" 

Marta took another step towards him "Papa, this is so 
wrong," she said plaintively. 

"Tug off my pants Marta. I want to show you how hard I 
am," he said with authority, while kicking off his 
black snakeskin boots. 

Marta hesitated. 

"Now Marta. Now!" his voice rising. 

Unable to suppress her need and her father's commanding 
voice, she knelt before her father and began to slowly 
pull down his pants. Her hands trembling as she tugged 
down on the material. Working them down his strong 
legs. He reached out and began to caress her face with 
his hands. He gently flicked away the tears that were 
welling up in her eyes. "I don't want to do this 
papa...." Marta said her voice warbled. He slowly 
lifted his ass so she could work his pants down his 
legs. 

Marta looked at her father's cock. It stood up hard and 
proud. The bulbous head bobbing like a snake. She 
realized that she was looking at. The cock that had 
helped create her. That fertilized the egg that 
eventually became her. It throbbed. Throbbed with 
desire and the thumping of her own rapid heartbeat that 
pounded in her chest like a giant bass drum. "Do you 
like what you see my little slut?" 

"Don't call me names Papa, please...." Marta said 
plaintively. 

"Do you want to suck it? Do you want to suck my cock, 
you little cunt?" her father said with a growing edge 
and growing impatience. 

"I don't want to... No, I don't want to do this." Marta 
said savagely striving to maintain a shred of dignity. 
She put her hands on either side of the sofa and tried 
to pull herself up. Fighting to maintain control and 
her self-respect. Her father grasped her head firmly 
and pulled it slowly and insistently towards his 
towering member. 

Purposely digging his fingers into Marta's scalp to let 
her know she wasn't going anywhere. Wasn't moving 
anywhere. That she was his plaything. His toy. His 
personal slut. His daughter told him what got her off, 
what made her excited, and there was no way, no fucking 
way in the world that he was going to stop now. His 
lust and need eclipsed his common sense. The sin of 
incest. His perspective of right and wrong. 

He was deep into the rapids and couldn't turn back. Not 
now. Marta mewed with fear as her father brought her 
head closer to his cock. It loomed closer. He was big. 
Marta didn't have a lot of experience, but she knew 
that compared to other penises she had seen and endured 
over the last few weeks, her father was hung. She tried 
not to stare at the hard cylinder as her father moved 
it closer and closer to her mouth. Unconsciously 
Marta's nipples popped up with arousal. The hard tips 
aching with raw passion. 

"Open your mouth my little slut."

Marta kept her lips closed and shook her head 
vigorously. He kept one of his big hands cradled behind 
her head forcing it forward and used the other to rub 
his swollen cock head back and forth on Marta's full 
lips, undeniably. With no will of her own, she slowly 
opened her lips and began to take her fathers hard cock 
into her mouth. She was surprised how warm the taut 
skin was. She began to moan. The smoldering embers of 
repressed desire coursing through her like hot lava. 

"That's it you little cunt," her father said hungrily. 
"Suck it. Suck it hard." 

Marta used her arms on either side of her father to 
piston her head back and forth in a rhythmic manner. 
Unable to control herself. Her mind confused. Her 
emotions torn and conflicted. She kept her full lips 
tight against the taut skin of her father's manhood 
that slid in and out of her mouth. She swirled her 
tongue around the head as she lifted up causing her 
father to groan loudly. He kept his hand on Marta's 
head but once he saw that she was sucking his cock on 
her own, he dropped both his hands to her neck and 
slowly pushed her robe away from her soft shoulders. 

He just had to see her tits. He just had to. As Marta 
continued to suck him, her father pushed more and more 
of the robe down her shoulders until finally her tits 
came into view. Shit they were big. And firm. He could 
tell just by looking at them, but that wasn't enough. 
Not now at this stage of the game. He wanted to feel 
them, heft them, pinch and pull his daughters nipples 
until she cried out in pain and pleasure. The sight of 
his daughter's breasts as the robe flowed off of her 
soft shoulders almost made him ejaculate. 

He could feel his seed percolating in his balls. 
Bubbling like boiling water. He needed to slow her 
down. He didn't want to cum yet. He moved his hands 
back to her head and physically slowed Marta down. He 
could her hearing moaning. The sound muffled by the 
cock in her outstretched mouth. Was it a moan of sexual 
frustration? Was his slut of a daughter getting 
frustrated? 

He reached down to Marta's breasts and grasped a nipple 
with each hand. She moaned loudly as he pinched them 
and slowly pulled them away from her chest by the stiff 
nipples causing the swollen areola to cone outwards. 
Marta felt a heat sear thru her like a flash fire. Her 
stomach did flip flops like a drunken sailor on a row 
boat, as her father pulled the hard nubs, held them 
each for a couple of seconds and then rolled them 
roughly between his fingers, making sparks of pain 
intermingled with pleasure ricochet through her body. 
Making Marta mew like an animal. 

She began to bob her head in earnest, her hair flying, 
on each up stroke sucking the red helmet hard deep into 
her mouth while simultaneously running her tongue under 
the hood of the hard cock that was battering her mouth. 
She could feel the hard head as it bludgeoned the roof 
of her mouth like a battering ram. Marta's father began 
to feel his jism reaching a boiling point. He began to 
knead Marta's breasts roughly and then gently causing 
Marta to mew and moan uncontrollably. Her vagina was 
contracting. Seeking release. She couldn't stand it. 
She couldn't stand what she was feeling. Her clitoris 
was fully extended out of its little protective hood. 
She could feel it almost twitching with lustful madness 
She had to end this. She had to get him off. 

She reached down with one of her small hands and gently 
squeezed her fathers hard sack, simultaneously twitched 
her tongue under the hard helmet of his cock, vibrating 
her tongue quickly while sucking softly at the blood 
engorged, purple helmet. He ejaculated immediately. 
"Shi.... shi... shit!!" he cried out. He arched his 
back, his hands digging into Marta thick hair. He threw 
his head back as he came. 

The hard jets of cum shooting into Marta's mouth which 
continued to bob up and down milking all the sperm from 
her father's hard prick, the salty residue sliding down 
her throat. Her jaw moved quickly to swallow as he 
filled her mouth with his cum. She repeatedly swallowed 
her father's sperm as the contractions of his orgasm 
continued, the warm liquid flooding her mouth. 

Marta's father sat back hard groaning loudly, his 
softening member plopping out of his daughter's hot 
mouth. 

Marta was still aroused, but she couldn't let him see 
that she was. She got up from her knees quickly, 
beginning to feel the guilt building up. The ball of 
anxiety that rolled around in her gut like a merry-go-
round. She pulled the robe back up around her shoulders 
covering herself. 

Ashamed and humiliated at what had just transpired. Her 
father looked spent, but she could see that his penis 
was still in a semi-hard state. Somewhat stooped, but 
still engorged. Why couldn't she just say no? Why 
couldn't she control herself? Disgusted with herself 
she began to walk towards the staircase. "Marta!" 

She continued to walk. 

"Marta, dammit I'm talking to you!" 

She continued to walk. Proud of herself for showing 
restraint for displaying will power. She was almost at 
the staircase. 'I'll show him," she thought. 'I'll show 
him and everyone else that I have a mind of my own. 

"Marta, come here now because I want to fuck your 
cunt!"

At his words she froze. Fuck your cunt. That's what she 
heard. My father wants to fuck me. Marta could feel 
herself slipping. As if she was falling headfirst down 
an elevator shaft. A panic enveloped her. Without 
realizing it she had turned around and looked at her 
father who was holding his hardening cock in his hand. 

"Sweetheart, I couldn't cum and not get you off. That 
wouldn't be right would it? You do want me to fill you 
up right? To fuck you?" Her father's words had the 
desired effect. 

She began to meow and whimper. "Papa please.... 
plea...please don't do this...."

He cut her off. "You don't have anything under that 
robe right? Just your tight cunt, right and those big 
tits of yours right?" Marta's father knew he had her. 
Her respiration was speeding up. He could see her chest 
heaving. Her breathing quick and shallow. Her eyes 
reflected her fear and a sick excitement. She had to 
still be worked up from sucking him off. The quick 
intake and exhaling of her breath gave the impression 
that she was winded. He sat back against the sofa 
watching his daughter's tits heaving with every shallow 
breath she took.

Even after shooting his load into his daughter's hot 
mouth, he still felt the urge. The urge to again feel 
the fulfillment, the crescendo of orgasm. The relief of 
a completely empty ball sack of cum.

"Honey are you on the pill, using a diaphragm, using 
spermicidal jelly, anything like that?" he asked 
easily. Tilting his head slightly. His cock hardened in 
his hand as he fondled himself. Of course she wasn't. 
She wasn't even sexually active until just a few weeks 
ago. Why would she be asking her that? She suddenly 
felt afraid. Something was not right. Something 
definitely was not right. She took a subconscious step 
back. 

She felt a cold panic encircle her stomach and felt 
like a clamp was slowly being tightened around her 
heart. She could feel the anxiety rolling along faster, 
spiraling into her gut leaving her faint. Her father 
could read her fear. He knew what she was thinking. He 
could sense her confusion. And it made him excited. It 
made him so incredibly excited that his balls began to 
ache again from the sexual tension. With glee he 
thought to himself that he had all afternoon to have 
some fun. This was worth it. This was worth every 
second of whatever consequences would be in store for 
him later on down the line. 

"Well, are you?" he pressed as he slipped further up 
the sofa, his ass on the edge. His hard cock bobbing up 
and down like a cobra. The air in the room seemed moist 
and thick like a Louisiana swamp. The strain, the 
tension in the room, was insupportable. "No," she 
blurted, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest 
"I want you to mount me" her father said in a 
commanding tone. "I want you to sit on my lap with your 
legs spread as much as possible, face me, and stick my 
cock inside you. Inside your hole" Her father's words 
make Marta feel like she had just had the air sucked 
out of her lungs by some invisible tube. She felt dizzy 
and disoriented.

"I can't," Marta said nervously, crossing her arms 
tighter across her chest. "I won't." She tried not to 
glance at her father's cock, which had reached maximum 
hardness, straining into the air. You're not using 
anything. And, and, and anyway that's not the point... 
it's wrong! It's wrong to want to have sex with me. Not 
that I'd let you!" She said quickly, taking another 
small step back. "I'm your flesh and blood. Your own 
daughter. That's incest. It's illegal and a sin!"

As if talking to a small child he said, "Sweetheart, 
I'm not going to cum inside you, if that's what your 
worried about. I wouldn't want to get you pregnant."

Marta was afraid but strangely aroused by her father's 
statement. Emotions so interlocked they could not be 
seen as a separate entity. He looked at her. He had 
planted the seed in her mind. She shifted from one foot 
to another. Not knowing what to do. 

"You want me to fuck you don't you?" 

Marta looked down at the ground, which seemed to be 
miles away. 

"You want me inside you right? Inside of your pussy, 
right mija?" Those words again. Those dirty words. Damn 
him. She felt torn. It's wrong what he wanted. Blowing 
him was bad enough, but having sex? Having him.... 
inside her.... fucking her. 

She was aware that she was wet. Not wet soaked. Her 
pussy felt like a warm, piece of melon; it's nectar 
leaking the confines of its core. She couldn't be 
seriously considering it. She shook her head 
vigorously. She had to get out of the house, but there 
was nowhere else to go. This was her last refuge. This 
was her father, and he was enslaving her. She took 
another step back, like an animal trying to flee from a 
hunter. Her father watched her wallowing in sexual 
torment. Torn. 

Unable to quite pull herself from the quagmire she was 
in. She probably needed some help in making a decision. 
"Look at my cock Marta and picture it pounding into 
you. Can you imagine it, moving in and out of you?" 
Marta tried to look away but couldn't help but stare at 
it. 

"You're going to be on top Marta so if you're worried 
about me.... soaking your womb, you can pull off. 
You're the one that's going to be in control not me. 
Isn't that what you want to regain control?" Each slick 
sentence brought her one step closer to being pulled 
into a territory that she wouldn't, couldn't let 
happen. 

"How about this sweetheart? You put it inside yourself 
and if you feel uncomfortable we'll stop? How about 
that?" her father said slyly. He held his cock out to 
her, holding the swollen base with his index finger and 
thumb. He bobbed his cock the purple head quivering. 

Marta could feel her heart hammering in her chest. The 
coil of uncertainty that pushed and pulled her. She 
could feel her will faltering. Her father reached up 
slowly and signaled her to walk towards him. As if 
being guided by a puppeteer Marta robotically took two 
steps towards her father. He gently took her arm 
bringing her closer to him. Marta looked down at him 
fearfully. She took a quick intake of breath to clear 
the dizziness in her mind. God, his cock was so hard, 
so....so...fucking hard. 

"Go ahead sweetheart. Straddle me. Spread your legs and 
I'll stick my cock inside your cunt. You'd like that 
wouldn't you honey. It's going to feel good, to be 
filled up. Just imagine it as it enters you, o.k.?" he 
said smoothly as held his cock at the base with his 
hand, the blood engorged helmet sticking straight up 
into the air like a Patriot missile. 

Marta feebly protested the wrongness of their coupling 
while at the same time she spread her firm legs wide 
putting her knees on either side of her fathers lap, 
letting them sink into the softness of the couch. Her 
position bringing her vagina just inches from her 
father's manhood that stood up proudly, pulsing with 
sexual energy. She put her small hands on his shoulders 
tentatively. Her large breasts just a few short inches 
from his mouth under her robe. His hard member slapped 
against her warm thighs as she accommodated herself. 

"Papa," she said, her voice trembling, "I'm scared. 
You're no-not using a condom. I think you should put 
one on." 

Her father looked at her and said smoothly "It's O.K. 
honey. I already came once, and I probably won't be 
able to cum again for a while. I'm doing this for you 
baby. I want you to feel good too. O.K.?"

Aroused, but apprehensive, Marta sat down passively, 
not sure what to do. Her father knew that at least for 
the time being a little prompting might be necessary. 
"I promised you sweetheart that you would be the one in 
control, so you go ahead and put my hard cock into your 
wet cunt, O.K." Marta hesitated. Her mind doing flip-
flops. "Come on," he pressed, "do it. Stick it inside 
your cunt. C'mon, stick in."

Moaning in agony at what her father was doing to her 
and her own lack of will, Marta grasped her fathers 
cock with her hand and began to guide it towards and 
then slowly work it inside of her wet hole. As the firm 
hardness entered deliciously she gasped, "If.... if.... 
I'm.... I'm not comfortable I can.... can.... leave 
right? I can go up to my room O.K.?" she stammered as 
she felt the hardness entering the deeper recesses of 
her cunt.

The wet slickness pushed and spread by the pulsing 
invader. Marta looked down and watched the last inch of 
her father cock enter her. His pubic bone grinding into 
her stiff clit. "Y-you swear, right? I don't have to do 
this right?"

"Sure honey," her father said sagely knowing she would 
be unable to unmount him even if she wanted to. He 
groaned deep in his chest as more and more of his cock 
entered his daughter's wet pussy. She fell forward 
slightly, breathing heavily, her small hands grasping 
the broad shoulders of her father, She stuffed his 
stiff cock between her bowed legs making her tremble 
with desire and fear. 

Her father's cock felt good, filling, but the pleasure 
she was feeling was overshadowed by the fact that her 
father was inside of her and he wasn't using 
protection. They were skin to skin. It made her 
nervous. It was dangerous. She had felt her father's 
precum when she had initially grasped his cock. Even 
after ejaculating earlier he probably still had plenty 
left. But she was on top. And he said he probably 
couldn't come again, at least not so soon. She had to 
trust him. He wouldn't be able to shoot off. There was 
no way. 

She felt apprehensive still, but even he could come 
again so fast, she'd be fine as long as she pulled off 
in time. Letting her father's sperm shoot harmlessly 
onto her firm tummy as he ejaculated. That was the key. 
Making sure her father wasn't able to unload himself, 
cum, into her unprotected vagina. Marta could feel her 
fathers cock as it buried itself, tried not to think of 
the heavy balls still full of warm cum dangling over 
the lip of the sofa. She felt her fathers hard sack 
lightly hit her soft thighs as he clenched his ass and 
stuffed the rest of himself inside of her. Stretching 
her. Filling her. 

She instinctively reached down and hefted the warm 
balls in her hand. They felt heavy. She shuddered. She 
knew what that meant. There was probably quite of bit 
of sperm left inside the hard sack. A nervous spasm 
wracked through her making her arch her back. Her heavy 
breasts lifted, the stiff nipples pressing into her 
fathers face. She moaned as he bent down and worked one 
of them into his mouth sucking in deep the entire 
areola his tongue rapidly dancing back and forth across 
her nipple. 

Without realizing it, she began to slowly move. The 
twin blades of self-disgust and lust made her hot and 
restless. Marta's father knew that once his daughter 
was filled with him there would be little she could do. 
She was a slut. A victim of her need. She'd start to 
move on her own accord. He was right. The feel of her 
fathers cock was too much for her and Marta began to 
move up and down slightly faster, but still slow, 
fearful of the hot shaft buried between her legs. 

She moved with short jerks, afraid of letting his cock 
in too deep for too long a period of a time. She knew 
that even his pre-come get impregnate her. She learned 
that in high school. She couldn't let that happen. She 
had to be careful. It was hard to let herself totally 
go knowing that her father now knew her weak spot and 
how to work her. How to manipulate her. He held the key 
now. She thought to herself 'he can control me now' the 
thought made her tremble. It was really dangerous. 
Especially letting him manipulate her into screwing him 
without a condom, even though she felt for the most 
part safe because she wasn't letting him stay inside of 
her too long or enter her to deep. She just had to 
maintain control. What she was doing which was insane, 
wrong, but so...right at the same time. God.... 

Marta's father took his hands and untied his daughters 
robe and then pulled it off her leaving her completely 
naked. Her big tits bobbing up and down as she 
continued the short jerking motion on his cock. He 
stopped sucking her tit, and began to softly knead both 
his daughters hard breasts, every few seconds taking 
her stiff nipples and the surrounding areola in his 
fingers and pulling them outwards. He wanted to get her 
as excited as possible. The more excited the better. 
Marta gasped. 

Her father's knowing fingers further exciting her. He 
said thickly, "You like this don't you, you slut. You 
like me fucking you" Marta moaned and unconsciously 
shivered in response. Her father hefted the large 
mounds and pulled and rolled the stiff nipples while at 
the same time arching his body, maintaining as much 
deep penetration as possible. Pressing himself into her 
button. 

The sexual heat from the cock stabbing into her 
radiating throughout Marta's body turning her on more 
and more torturing her body into a macabre dance of 
lust! Making her squirm with physical pleasure and 
emotional agony. "D-don't do that!" Marta stammered as 
her father continued his assault on her soft firm tits. 

The fact that her father was inside her without 
protection didn't seem to bother her as much. As she 
became more worked up, more excited, she began to move 
with more urgency. Her strokes on her fathers hard 
shaft no longer short and jerky, but long and full. The 
cock inside her pushing into her fully on each down 
stroke as she flexed her ass and brought herself 
forward and then almost coming out of her as she flexed 
the opposite direction. Back and forth. Her firm legs 
undulating back and forth pistoning her hot box around 
the rock hard cock of her father, which was throbbing 
with pent up tension. 

Marta began to feel her orgasm building. Her fathers 
pounding cock and the ministrations on her sensitive 
nipples and breasts leaving her breathless. God it felt 
so good. She could feel her orgasm beginning to 
build.... she continued to bob up and down on her 
fathers cock, almost sobbing at the pleasure she was 
feeling. Martha could feel a slow release begin to form 
inside of her.... she was almost there.... almost, 
almost - three small cums raced through her body, 
making her shudder and moan in pleasure. God it was 
going to feel so good to totally explode.... to feel 
the ecstasy of a complete cum.... cum.... She was 
starting to convulse when she suddenly felt her fathers 
hardness suddenly exit her sopping wetness.

"O.K, stop," Her father commanded Marta. "Stop!"

Marta groaned in frustration as her father suddenly 
shifted his body causing his hard cock to slip out of 
Marta's hot hole leaving her empty. Her suppressed 
orgasm seconds away from imploding and exploding 
outward. 

He knew she was ready to cum. He could sense his 
daughter's entire body growing taut. Her muscles were 
rigid. Her eyes were lidded and glazed over. She 
probably would have gotten off in another few seconds. 
He had pulled out of her just in time. Marta felt 
barren. She couldn't stand the deprivation, the 
emptiness. On one level she probably knew it was for 
the best. At least now she could think straight, but 
she still felt so hot, so frustrated. She groaned in 
yearning again. 

Marta's father looked at her straight in the eye. "I'll 
get you off, but you have to do something for me." 
Marta looked at him, her mouth dry. She licked her lips 
trying not to let him know how bad she needed to cum. 
She could feel the sexual tension inside of her 
screaming for some kind of release. "What" she breathed 
quietly. Marta's father reached up again and rolled his 
daughters hard nipples between his fingers making her 
moan. "I want to cum inside you." 

She looked at him in disbelief and shock. She pushed 
herself away from his chest and with as much muster as 
she could said, "No way, that's crazy," she said 
shaking her head defiantly. 

He continued to pull, roll and pinch his daughters 
nipples causing Marta to arch her back and make soft 
whining sounds. The hard, rubbery nubs which were 
diamond hard and throbbing sticking out of her jutting 
chest as her father pulled them outwards and sideways 
stretching her nipples with an almost unbearable amount 
of lustful bliss.

"You like the idea don't you Marta? Me juicing your 
womb. Isn't there a part of you that wants that? To 
feel me pump my sperm into you?"

Marta could feel herself being brought to the 
sacrificial alter of her lust. "You're crazy papa.... I 
can't! And I won't let you do it. I could get pregnant 
if you did. I'm in the middle of my cycle."

"Look down at my cock Marta," he said forcibly.

She looked down at it. She could feel herself her 
arousal go up a notch. Damn him. 

"Slip it in yourself my little slut."

"No I won't, you can't make me," she said resistively, 
trying to push away from him further, but unable to 
release herself from her fathers arms that were 
encircling her slim waist, drawing her towards him. She 
felt closed in and stuck. She began to panic. "I'm 
ovulating papa," she said desperately.

She had to maintain some control. He looked up at his 
daughter, knowing that it wouldn't take long. He just 
had to verbalize the right sequence of words. 
Everything else would take care of itself. "Marta, 
before you make a decision, just picture it. Just 
picture my cock exploding inside you and soaking your 
womb with my hot cum. Flooding you as you cum on my 
cock. Think about it honey, wouldn't it feel good?" 

His words had the desired effect. Her tense muscles 
relaxed and she began to pant from both her fear and 
the picture of depravity. She tried not to. She tried 
desperately to think of something else. But it was no 
use. She visualized her fathers cock inside her, as it 
postponed in and out of her soaked pussy, the slight 
slowing of his earnest thrusting, the last seconds as 
it began to tremble and quake, and the explosion of 
sperm. 

She could see it in her mind. His cock jerking 
spasmodically as threads of his warm cum shot out of 
his discharging prick. His sperm as it soaked her 
insides. The little baby making tadpoles swimming 
eagerly towards her egg. 

Unable to stop the incredible surge of need that 
stripped away her common sense, she reached down 
eagerly to her father's hard cock, like a junkie 
reaching for a fix, and quickly worked the hard shaft 
inside of her wet hole. Her father smiled at her as she 
began to slowly move up and down his cock again. Her 
fear was stronger than her arousal and her strokes were 
short and jerky. But as her father began to pinch and 
pull her nipples and tell her what a slut she was, what 
a cunt she was, she began to ride him hard again. Marta 
knew she was out of control. That she was taking a huge 
chance. God, she had to pull off in time. She had to! 
Yet it felt so good. 

Marta tried to ignore her father's fingers that 
wouldn't rest; that were dancing all over her hard tits 
and over extended nipples. The awful names. The dirty 
names he was calling her. She knew his intension. To 
make sure that she was so worked up, so ready to cum 
that she would ride him to the end. Ride him until he 
ejaculated. She could feel her pussy squish wetly on 
her down stoke. Her firm, round, ass glazed with a 
sheen of perspiration. She heard her father begin to 
groan loader. 

She looked at him. He was ready to come. In desperation 
she stared at him. Trying to gauge the right time to 
pull off. Trying not to think of his thick, hard cock, 
contracting, his eager sperm working its way to her 
egg. As her fathers moaning increased she could feel a 
subtle change in his cock. It seemed stiffer somehow; 
as if it was somehow taking a deep breath and ready for 
a huge exhale. It could only mean one thing. In a few 
seconds, her father was going to shoot his load. A big 
load of sperm into her unprotected pussy. 

With everything she had she tried to will herself to 
slow down. To keep him from cumming. It was her only 
hope. Marta's father was close to shooting his load. He 
also could feel the subtle expansion and the tightening 
in his scrotum. Marta continued to bear down on him and 
then retreat upward, urging him on, yet disgusted with 
herself for doing so. Just a few more strokes and he 
was going to fill his daughter. It was going to feel so 
good, so good to unload himself into her wet hole. 

What? He felt her slow down a bit. He knew what she was 
trying to do. She was trying to keep him from cumming. 
She still was able to keep herself just enough in 
control to prolong what he already knew was the 
inevitable. Marta's father reached down quickly to 
Marta's backside not wanting her to see his intensions. 
Marta felt a surge of relief at being able to keep her 
father at bay until she could sort things out in her 
mind. She felt so confused. She jerked up in surprise 
as her father worked his middle finger quickly up her 
ass and began to piston it in and out quickly. 

"Come on you cunt," he breathed. "Cum for daddy and 
milk his prick baby."

The stimulation was too much. Marta could feel her 
orgasm starting to build. It was too late. She had to. 
She just had to cum now! Marta began to ride her father 
hard, with long, deep strokes. She saw his face and 
knew that in seconds he was going to fill her and 
probably get her pregnant. She mustn't let that happen. 
As she started to peak from her orgasm she tried to 
slow herself down again, suddenly filled with fear and 
terror, but it was too late. "No papa, wait! Wait!" she 
cried. 

Her father pumped his finger deep into her ass up to 
the second knuckle and held it there, while at the same 
time squeezing one of her breasts and pulling the 
nipple outwards making her moan in pain and pleasure. 
She looked at him in disbelief, her eyes glazed, 
herself in the throes of an orgasm that fulfilled her 
and sickened her, as he arched his back and buried his 
cock to the hilt in his daughters hot box. 

Marta could feel her father's prick as it buried itself 
and the rush of sperm that shot out of him like a 
cannon. She made a feeble attempt to pull off as her 
orgasm began to subside, but she was literally impaled. 
Wordlessly she moaned, "No.... no.... no...." as her 
father emptied his cargo of sperm. Each discharge like 
a nail being pounded into her coffin.

Epilogue

The news reported that the local police could not ID 
the girl found in the abandoned house near Kensington 
Way, a seedy area deep in the heart of the Red Light 
district. A homeless man who stated he was looking for 
a place to sleep when he stumbled upon the body. (What 
he didn't say was how he found her, laying on her back 
with her legs spread open obscenely, sprawled on a 
dirty mattress, her hand in her panties; fingers hooked 
into her vagina.)

The body had been dead for less than a day. The police 
were only able to give a brief physical description; a 
woman, attractive, light olive skin, 5' 9" 120 lbs, mid 
to late 20's, wearing a black mini skirt, maroon halter 
top and fishnet stockings. Neighbors interviewed stated 
that the woman kept a low profile and her social 
interactions were minimum. 

Samuel Kenneson, a bar owner down the street from where 
the body was found stated that didn't know the woman's 
name, but that he had seen her infrequently around the 
area. He added that she always seemed scared and 
nervous; always seemed to have her eyes focused on the 
ground. 

He told investigators, "She looked like a scared mouse, 
and she was such a pretty young thing. To be honest, 
she never really fit in. She seemed out of place here. 
Lost somehow. I always pictured her somewhere else, 
like in college or something. She didn't belong here. 
She was too good for this life" 

The preliminary investigation indicated the woman 
worked as a prostitute and used the house as a place to 
bring clients. Mike Hunt, a trucker who worked for the 
port authority and lived close by stated to 
investigators, "There was always people, men and women, 
coming and going at all hours of the day and night. I 
always thought it was a crack house."

Police report there was no sign of forced entry or 
signs of foul play. Police found a syringe and 
hypodermic needles at the scene. The woman's arms were 
bruised. Toxology tests are pending.

Police ask that if anybody can help identify the girl 
to please call Sgt. Stadango at 555-1289

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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