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Oh God, Please Don't!
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net)

***

When 12 year old Lisa is invited to a school dance by 
an older boy she never imagined that he had in mind. 
(mm-teens/g, MF, ped, nc, rp, v, tor, sm, intr)

***

Chapter One


My name is Lisa and I am a 28 year old woman with a 
nice (or so I've been told) body. I'm 5'5", 34b-25-34 
with long black hair that hangs to my butt and hazel 
eyes. Over the past twelve years I have been raped at 
least fifteen times. Even though it hurts, it's the 
only way I can get any satisfaction from sex so I 
continually put myself in situations where rape is 
almost inevitable.

I love the feeling of having my clothes ripped from my 
body and being taken brutally by a man who cares 
nothing about my feelings. I can't help it – I just 
love it. I'm going to tell you about how I got this 
way.

It started when I was twelve. My body was just 
beginning to develop. I had little walnut size breasts 
and just a light down was beginning to grow between my 
little legs. Even at that time, I thought my hair was 
my best feature. It was long and shiny and I mostly 
wore it in a pony tail. I was just at that stage 
between girl and woman where I loved to pretend to be 
older than I was, but at the same time I liked to play 
with dolls.

Then came the day Ken asked me to go to the school 
dance. Ken was sixteen and a sophomore in high school. 
I was thrilled that such a "man" would ask me out. I 
asked my parents if I could go and their answer was an 
emphatic NO! I was too young to be able to even think 
about dating. I could start maybe when I was fifteen or 
sixteen. 

But I was a strong-willed child and I kept pestering 
them until they finally agreed that I could go, but my 
dad had to drive us both to the dance and pick us up 
right after it was over. I argued and argued that it 
was only a few blocks and we could walk home but there 
was no budge in them. It was their way or not at all.

I wondered what I should wear. I cajoled my mother into 
letting me buy a new dress for the dance. At the store 
I wanted to get an off-the-shoulder very short party 
dress but my mother wouldn't hear of it. We finally 
settled on a pretty pink dress with a v-neck that came 
just above my knees. 

I wanted to get a padded bra, but again my mother said 
no. (I had been wearing training bras up until this 
point.) We finally found a double A cup that would fit 
and she relented and let me get it. My only real 
victory however was the pair of high healed shoes and 
the pink frilly panties that would complete my outfit.

On the night of the dance, I started to get ready at 
5:00 o'clock and was really ready by 6:00. My mother 
put on a little rouge and some eye shadow and some 
really light lip stick. When Ken arrived I was sitting 
in a chair in the living room waiting for him. I saw 
his eyes go wide when he saw me. 

I think he wanted to say something nasty (he was always 
teasing me about having "big tits" which, of course, 
wasn't true but it did make me feel good) but I saw him 
sort of bite his lip and all he said was "Hi Lisa. You 
really look nice tonight."

"So do you," I told him. He was dressed in a white 
shirt with a long black tie and black slacks and he 
really did look good to me. He timidly held out a 
corsage for me. I looked at my mother for guidance.

"That's really nice Ken," she said. "Why don't you pin 
it on her?" I saw my father looking daggers at her, but 
she knew that I was growing up and tried to give me a 
little more leeway than my dad. Ken hands were shaking 
as he lifted the neck of the dress off of my left 
shoulder and pinned on the corsage.

After my dad took pictures of the two of us together, 
we piled into the back seat of his beat up old Chevy 
and we were off. When my dad pulled up in front of the 
school there were a lot of kids milling around outside, 
but he insisted that we go straight into the gym which 
had been set up for the dance. As we got out of the car 
I felt butterflies in my stomach. I really wasn't as 
sure of myself as I pretended to be.

Inside, I was sort of in awe of how the gymnasium had 
changed. There were red and blue streamers hung 
everywhere. There was a table at one side where they 
were serving punch and the lights were turned down low. 
At one end there was a small stage with a microphone on 
it. I say Mr. Smith, the principle, talking with two of 
the teachers who had agreed to be chaperons. 

He walked to the microphone. "Welcome to the annual 
spring dance," he said. "We are all here to have a good 
time so if you're thinking of causing trouble… don't. 
Anyone caught drinking or rough housing will be 
expelled from the dance and you're parents will be 
called to pick you up. Now, with that said, it's time 
for FUN. Let the dance begin."

With that the band began playing a currently popular 
song. I watched as Mr. Smith turn off the microphone 
and left the stage. I felt a hand on my arm and turned 
to look at Ken. "Do you want to get some punch?" he 
asked loudly trying to rise above the noise of the 
band. I nodded and we headed for the table where they 
were serving it.

We stood drinking punch and watching the couples 
gyrating on the floor in front of us. We had just 
finished our drinks when the band went into a slow 
number and Ken asked me to dance. I held him stiffly at 
arms length as my dad had taught me, but he pulled me 
close to him and I decided to go with the flow. It felt 
kind of good to have my little breasts pushing into his 
chest.

When the song ended, we were in the darkest corner of 
the dance floor. We walked to an even darker spot and 
he turned to me and gave me my very first kiss. I mean 
like my very first real kiss, not like you get from 
your aunt or something. I felt his tongue at my lips 
and I opened my mouth to permit it access. I mean, I 
thought it was kind of gross, but I'd heard some of the 
older girls at school talking about French kissing. 
After a while though, it felt sort of good and I pushed 
my tongue back wanting to see what it was all about. 
That felt kind of good too.

Then his hand went to my right breast and I didn't know 
what to do so I just stood there and let him do it. I 
could feel my little nipples growing hard as he 
squeezed. He released my breast and put both arms 
around me with one hand going down to grip my little 
ass. He whispered in my ear, "let's sneak out of here 
and go someplace where we can fuck."

That shook me out of my lethargy and I pushed both 
hands against his chest pulling away from him. Before I 
thought, I slapped him across the face as hard as I 
could. "You little bitch," he snarled. "I do you the 
honor of taking you out and you don't even want to give 
me a little."

I wheeled and walked across the dance floor, not caring 
that I was bumping into people that were dancing. I 
couldn't think of anything but that I wanted to get out 
of there. Tears were streaming down my face. I had 
thought he really liked me.

I spotted the front door and raced out past the two 
seniors who were standing there as monitors. I heard 
one of them yelling as I went through, but I ignored 
them and started to run. I ran for about a block and 
finally stopped, panting heavily. I waited until my 
breath returned to normal and stood there thinking. 
What should I do now? Maybe I should have listened to 
my parents. Maybe I was too young to date. Well, there 
was nothing for it. I'd just have swallow my pride and 
walk home. It was only seven or eight blocks.

I'd barely started to walk when a car full of young 
black teenagers drove slowly by. "Hey honky," yelled 
one of them. "Want a little of my black meat?" I 
tensed. 

I heard the driver say, "Leave her alone Kurt. She's 
not even old enough to bleed." Then the car roared away 
into the night. I was starting to get really scared 
now. I forced myself to go forward, walking a little 
faster now.

An old pickup truck pulled up beside me. "Hey Lisa," 
the driver yelled. "Are you okay?" It was Mr. Phillips. 
He was sort a handy man that everybody hired to do odd 
jobs around the neighborhood. I remembered he had 
installed some windows for my dad. I walked over to the 
open window and peered in. "You shouldn't be out this 
late at night," he said. "Particularly not in this 
neighborhood."

He was right. It was sort of a run down area that went 
for about three blocks before it turned into nice 
houses again. "I'm okay," I said. "I'm just on my way 
home from a dance."

"Your parents should know better than to let you walk 
after dark on a night like this," he said 
disapprovingly. "Hop in and I'll give you a ride."

I hesitated. I couldn't tell him what had really 
happened. Well, he'd always been very nice to me when 
he was working around the house last summer. I opened 
the door and climbed into the truck.

I leaned back into the soft cushions of the seat, 
listening to the soft music that came from the radio. 
My reverie was interrupted by his voice. "I have to 
make a quick stop and then I'll take you home." An 
alarm went off in my head, but I told myself I was just 
being silly. I said, "Okay."

He turned right and eventually pulled up in front of a 
darkened house that I knew was his home. Leaving the 
engine running he got out. "I'll just be a minute," he 
said. I saw him fitting the keys into the door. The 
lights came on and through the window I saw him walking 
away toward the back of the house.

He was gone less than five minutes and came out of the 
house carrying a big paper bag. He locked up and came 
walking toward my side of the truck. "Can I set this on 
the floor by your feet?" he asked. "It might rain and I 
don't want it to get wet."

Without waiting for an answer he opened my door and 
more alarms went off in my head. But he simply set it 
on the floor by my feet, closed the door and walked 
around to get back in the truck.

He pulled down the road for about half a block under a 
big tree and stopped. There were no street lights and 
it was very dark. "I want to show you something, Lisa," 
he said. With that he pressed something hard against my 
side and suddenly it felt as if my whole body had been 
stuck into a giant light socket. He covered my mouth 
with his big hand to silence my cries and continued the 
shocking he was doing.

When he removed the thing, I couldn't talk or move. I 
knew everything that was going on around me, but I was 
paralyzed. He pulled away from the curb and roared out 
of the city. He talked to me as he drove. His voice 
took on an evil tone. "That was a stun gun cunt. It'll 
wear off in about 15 minutes or so and you'll be fine." 
He cackled. "Well, maybe not fine, but you'll be back 
to feeling normal. I mean normal for a slut like you."

He drove for maybe ten minutes and pulled off to the 
side of the road. He was right in that I was already 
getting some feeling back in my arms. He reached into 
the bag by my feet and pulled out a roll of duct tape. 
He quickly taped my hands behind my back and then put a 
piece over my mouth. "I don't want to hear your 
caterwauling until we get there," he said harshly. I 
wondered numbly what caterwauling was as he pulled back 
out onto the highway. I was really scared now and tears 
were rolling down my face.

We drove for what seemed like a very long time although 
in looking back it was probably only about twenty 
minutes. He turned off onto a dirt road and drove back 
for about a mile between the trees. He pulled into a 
clearing and stopped, turning off the engine. "You're 
home bitch," he said.

He reached over and grabbed my left breast and began 
squeezing. I struggled, but there was really nothing I 
could do to stop him. Suddenly he yelled, "Ouch" as he 
jabbed himself on the pin of my corsage. I felt a 
little sense of victory when that happened, but it was 
short-lived as he simply removed the pin and threw the 
corsage on the floor.

He reached across me, opened his glove compartment and 
removed a flashlight. He shined it in my eyes. "You 
stay put cunt," he snarled. "I've got to go turn on the 
generator for the lights." 

While he was gone, I kicked off my shoes and tried to 
open the door with my feet. I got it open too, but when 
I pushed the door open to jump out, he was standing 
right there. He grinned evilly. "Going somewhere, 
Slut?"

I tried to kick him in the face, but he simply grabbed 
my feet and pulled me out of the truck. He picked me up 
and carried me, kicking and screaming through my gag, 
into the house.

He let me down and reached for the light switch. As the 
lights came on, I kicked him in the shin as hard as I 
could and tried to force my way around him. "You 
Bitch," he growled and hit me hard in the stomach with 
his big fist.

I went down and rolled into a fetal position, unable to 
use my hands to hold my stomach. "Why to we have to do 
this the hard way," he sighed and pulled the stun gun 
from his pocket. He placed it directly against my left 
breast and I felt the electricity flowing through me 
again. In a few seconds I was once again paralyzed.

I felt myself being carried into another room. He 
flipped on the lights with his elbow and threw me on a 
big bed, rolled me over and untaped my hands. The skirt 
of my dress had scrunched up and I knew he could see 
the pretty pink panties that I had been so proud of. I 
wished I could move so I could pull my skirt down, but 
the effects of the stun gun hadn't worn off yet.

He rolled me back over, wrapped a dirty rag around my 
right wrist and tied it with a rope coming from the 
corner of the bed. "Wouldn't want to get rope burns on 
that pretty pink skin of your," he cackled. He repeated 
the procedure with my left arm and then walked to the 
bottom of the bed to tie my feet with ropes coming from 
the other two corners of the bed.

He pulled the tape from my mouth and sat down in a 
chair watching me – waiting for the feeling to come 
back into my body. I finally felt the effects of the 
stun gun wearing off, but I held perfectly still, 
hoping to put off what was coming as long as possible. 
It didn't work, however, for I heard him say in an 
almost kindly way, "I know you're awake Lisa."

I rolled my head to the left and looked at him. "Why 
are you doing this to me?" I croaked.

He ignored my question. "Are you thirsty? Your voice 
sounds a little hoarse." I noticed that the look of 
wildness had gone from his eyes. Then I realized that 
my mouth and throat were extremely dry, apparently on 
of the after effects of having been stunned twice. I 
nodded.

"I'll get you something," he said. He got up from the 
chair and walked from the room. I could hear the sounds 
of running water in the other room. Then he returned 
with a tall glass of water and a straw in his hand. 
"Sorry that I didn't have any ice, but I used it all to 
keep everything cold until I got here. But I left the 
water run for a little bit so it should be fairly 
cold."

I wondered what he was talking about but didn't say 
anything. He sat the water on the stand beside the bed 
and put a pillow under my head. He lifted my head and 
brought the straw to my lips. I drank greedily. When he 
took the glass away, I was still thirsty but he said, 
"That's enough. Wouldn't want you to pee the bed. 
Although it wouldn't matter too much. I put a plastic 
cover underneath the sheet."

He went back to the chair and sat down. "Now," he 
began, speaking softly. "You asked a question and it 
deserves an answer." I wondered what he was talking 
about. "You wanted to know why I was doing this to you. 
Let me explain. I have brain cancer and four months ago 
they gave me a year or less to live. All my life I've 
wanted to get a little girl and rape her." 

He paused, letting what he had said sink in. Fear 
overtook me. He was actually going to force his ugly 
thing inside my little body. I remembered the sex 
education we had in school. When I had seen the movie 
they had shown I had decided then that I would never 
let a man do that to me. Now it was going to happen.

He continued. "The thing that kept me from doing it was 
that I knew I would be caught and I didn't want to 
spend the rest of my life in jail. Now, it doesn't 
matter. I'm going to die anyway. So, when they find us, 
which I figure will take about a week as I'm not trying 
very hard to hide, I'll try to work it so that they 
kill me right then. If that doesn't work, I'll still 
have to spend less than eight months in jail."

"Now you know what's going to happen. It's late and I'm 
sure we're both very tired so let's get some sleep." 
Sleep? He had just said he was going to rape me and he 
wants me to sleep? I started to cry. Tears were running 
down my face. He dried my tears with a soft cloth. 
"There, there little one. I won't be so bad. You'll 
see. You might even learn to like it."

He pulled a cot over beside the bed, threw a pillow on 
it, and turned out the lights. I laid there crying 
softly. Maybe this was just all a bad dream. Maybe I'd 
wake up and find myself safe in my own bed at home. I 
heard him cough in his sleep, realized it wasn't a 
dream, and began to cry even harder. 

"Try to keep it down," he said. "We've got a big day 
tomorrow and we both need our rest. That is, unless 
you'd like me to rape you right now." That shut me up. 
I closed my eyes as tight as they would go and gritted 
my teeth, but I didn't let any sound come out, even 
though tears were still streaming down my face. 
Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep.


Chapter Two


I awoke when the lights came on. "It's time," he 
shouted. The madness had come back into his eyes. He 
was totally naked and his cock stood out in front of 
him. It was huge and I just knew it would never fit 
inside of me. I had stuck my little finger in there one 
time and even that hurt.

I screamed as he jumped on the bed and straddled my 
waist. He gripped the v-neck of my dress and ripped it 
down to my waist. 

"Can't wait to see those little tits of yours," he 
snarled. He grabbed my bra with both hands and tore it 
like it was tissue paper. "Oh yes, really small ones. I 
like really small ones."

He grabbed one of my nipples between his thumb and 
forefinger and twisted really hard. I screamed and 
screamed. "OH GOD…PLEASE…DON'T." He ignored me and 
twisted even harder.

Finally, he let go and leaned over to take a nipple 
between his lips. That seemed to help some of the pain 
in my small tit. Then he bit down and I screamed again. 
I thought he was going to tear it all the way off. When 
he raised up, there was blood, my blood, running from 
the corner of his mouth.

"Please,' I begged. "No more." 

He climbed off of my waist and tore my dress the rest 
of the way down. "Got to get the cunt," he mumbled. He 
ripped off my panties leaving my body completely naked 
before him. He jumped between my legs. He centered 
himself against my little opening.

"NO! DON'T! HELP ME, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" 

He pushed forward.

"OH GOD NO!!"

He pushed harder, decimating my cherry.

"AUGNH! OWWW! OWWW!" I screamed, oh god how I screamed 
as he plunged in and out and in and out of me. My whole 
body was nothing but one mass of pain. He plunged, 
withdrew, plunged, withdrew and then I felt him stiffen 
and knew he was spurting his white cum into my 
previously pure body.

He pulled out and climbed off of me. "That'll take some 
of the edge off." I could feel his scum and my blood, 
my virgin blood flowing out of my torn opening. I 
wanted to curl up in a little ball and die, but the 
ropes kept me from doing it. He squatted between my 
legs and looked at my wounded cunt. "Oh, did I hurt my 
little baby," he said soothingly. "Too bad. It really 
felt good for me."

He got up and walked out of the room. He returned with 
a white pan filled with soapy water and a wash cloth. 
He gently washed the area between my legs. As the 
washcloth passed over the torn hole of my vagina a new 
rush of pain flowed over me. And then it hit my 
sensitive clit and suddenly the pain was mixed with 
pleasure.

When he had me clean, he produced a bottle of baby oil 
and squirted a lot of it right on the opening of my 
cunt. He put some oil on his finger and began gently 
massaging my clit. I didn't want to, but I couldn't 
help it. I began to moan softly with the pleasure of 
it. He stuck a finger inside of me. It hurt, but the 
pleasure felt so good.

He added a second finger and then a third and the pain 
increased but so did the pleasure as he leaned forward 
an suckled on my right nipple. He increase the tempo 
going faster and faster – suckling faster and harder, 
rubbing my clit faster, teasing it with his finger and 
running those three fingers in and out of my cunt.

The pain increased. The pleasure increased. I couldn't 
help myself. "Oh yessss keep it up. It feels so GOOD! 
Don't stop. Please don't stop." Then the orgasm flowed 
over me and I began to shake all over. It was twice as 
good, no, five time as good as when I had masturbated 
at home.

He jumped between my legs. I was shocked to see that he 
was hard again. He rammed himself into me and the pain 
started all over again. But then he reached between our 
bodies and began to massage my clit and he leaned 
forward and began to suckle on my left nipple. That was 
kind of weird. The nipple was still sore from where he 
had bit it before, but it felt so good with pain and 
pleasure all mixed in together.

The pain/pleasure started driving me once again up the 
ladder toward what I knew would be a massive orgasm. 
"Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh, God! I'm going to 
Cummm!" (Where had that come from? I didn't talk that 
way) And Cum I did. Even better than before. Even more 
intense than before as I felt him tense and shoot his 
load inside me.

He collapsed on top of me gasping. His weight drove me 
into the mattress, making it hard to breathe. "Could 
you please get off of me," I asked. I can't breathe."

He rolled to the side of me still gasping. "Sorry about 
that," he said after he caught his breath. "I should 
have rolled off right away."

"It okay," I said softly and, God help me, if my arms 
had been free I would have cuddled up in his arms.

He chuckled, "You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

"No, I hated it! You RAPED ME!"

He laughed out loud. "That I did Lassie, but you liked 
it the second time. You really got off on it."

A feeling of shame washed over me. Here I was less than 
an hour away from having been violently raped and when 
he raped me the second time I had actually ENJOYED it. 
As a matter of fact I had begged him not to stop.

"Yes, I did," I said timidly.

We laid there for a while and his soft breathing told 
me he had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and drifted 
off into a deep, satiated sleep.

When I awoke a few hours later, it was to the smell of 
frying bacon. He came to the door and looked in holding 
a dishtowel in his hand. "Ah, I see you're awake little 
one," he said. "Are you hungry?" I suddenly realized 
that I hadn't eaten since this ordeal had started and 
the smell of the bacon was making my stomach growl. I 
nodded.

"Well, we'll get you up and you can go to the bathroom. 
It's almost ready."

My heart jumped but I tried not to let it show. He was 
going to untie me. Maybe I could figure out how to get 
away if I was free to move. He went to a drawer and 
pulled out a short chain like thing and a pair of 
handcuffs. My heart dropped.

"I think your just about ready to be left free to run 
around the house, but I'm not sure. So I designed 
this." He held up a chain with two circles on the ends. 
He pointed to the circles. 

"These are hose clamps from a semi tractor trailer. I 
welded a little loop on top of the adjustment knob. Had 
a hell of a time with that. Kept welding the adjustment 
knob to itself. But I finally got it. All I have to do 
is open them up and wind one around each of your ankles 
and tighten it down." 

He held up a lock. Then all I have to do is lock either 
end of the chain to the hose clamp and you'll be able 
to walk, but only if you take baby steps." He looked 
like he was very proud of himself.

He proceeded to attach the rings to each of my ankles, 
attached the one chain, untied my leg and quickly 
brought my leg over and attached the other chain. He 
held up the handcuffs. "I put a longer chain between 
this so you'd be able to eat and so forth without being 
to uncomfortable."

"Thanks for caring so much about my comfort," I said, 
my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He attached one cuff to my left wrist, untied it and 
rolled me to my right attaching the other cuff to my 
right wrist. The final rope was untied and I at least 
had minimal freedom. "Come on," he said. "I'll take you 
to the bathroom."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to 
stand up. My legs were so weak from being held in one 
place that I would have fallen if he hadn't caught me. 
Slowly, my coordination came back as we walked the 
short distance to the bathroom.

Once there, he pointed out all the things I would need 
– washcloth, towel, toothbrush, comb, brush, etc. "I'll 
leave you to yourself, but please be quick about it, 
breakfast is almost ready." Then he left, locking the 
door behind him.

For the first time since this whole ordeal had begun, I 
was alone. I quickly washed my face and ran a brush 
though my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror. 
Except for the bite mark on my left breast, I didn't 
look much different than I ever had. I stood up on a 
little chair that was sitting in the corner to look at 
my lower half. I was amazed that even there I still 
looked the same except that maybe my pussy lips were a 
little puffier than they used to be.

Standing on the chair suddenly gave me an idea. I 
quickly moved the chair beside the door and stood on 
it. I waited about five minutes and then I heard the 
key turning in the door. "I hope you're finished 
because breakfast is ready." He walked into the room, 
trying to see where I was. His back was to me and I 
jumped. I brought my arms around his head and tried to 
bring the chain between my handcuffs down to hit his 
Adams apple.

My aim was off and the chain caught him on the chin. He 
reached up quickly and grabbed my hands and pulled 
forward so that I was hanging across his back like a 
kid getting a piggy-back ride. Walking into the 
kitchen, He pushed a chair away from the table, turned 
and sat me down on it – hard! His entire weight landed 
right on my legs and I thought for a minute that he may 
have broken them. 

He lifted my arms over his head and back and stood up. 
He turned and I saw that the chains had made a nasty 
gash in his chin. Blood was running from it down his 
neck. He looked mad enough to kill.

I was surprised when he didn't say a word. He simply 
slid my chair into the table walked to the sink and wet 
a towel which he applied to his chin. He came back to 
the table and sat down. "Eat," he said simply. I looked 
down at my plate. There was bacon and home fries and 
scrambled eggs. In the center of the table was a plate 
with ham slices.

I was really scared to death, but the aroma of the food 
started my stomach rumbling so I picked up my fork and 
began eating. We ate in silence. I finished everything 
on my plate and even had two extra slices of ham. When 
I had eaten my fill a funny thought crossed my mind and 
I started to giggle.

He looked across the table at me with questioning eyes. 
"I just thought how funny it was to be sitting here 
eating with both of us naked." I was hoping to take his 
mind off of the fact that I had tried to kill him or at 
least hurt him bad enough that I could escape.

He smiled. "I guess it is funny considering the 
circumstances. Before my wife died we used to do it all 
the time, though. You know, we'd wake up in the morning 
and have great sex and it just didn't seem to be worth 
the effort to get dressed when we knew that when we 
were done eating we were going right back to bed to 
fuck again." It had never occurred to me that he had 
been married. Then a terrible thought hit me. Now that 
he had eaten was he going to rape me again? I felt a 
knot at the pit of my stomach and thought I might lose 
all the food I had just eaten.

He removed the towel from his face and I saw that the 
cut in his chin was not nearly as bad as I had 
expected. The blood was already starting to coagulate. 
He pushed his chair back from the table and smiled at 
me. "Thank you," he said warmly.

I frowned. Something was wrong. He was being too nice. 
"For what?" I asked.

"Let me explain. When I left you alone in the bathroom 
this morning it was a test to see if you could be 
trusted. I had figured you might try something although 
I must admit that what you did really surprised me. If 
you had been just a little faster or I had been a 
little slower in ducking, you might have really 
escaped. You should be proud of yourself for that. I 
had expected you to try to go through the unlocked 
window over the shower. 

"As a matter of fact, I already had breakfast ready 
when I took you there. I kept it warm in the oven. I 
waited outside the window long enough to see if you 
were going to try it and then came back in and unlocked 
the door and you know the rest. What I was thanking you 
for was letting me know that you still haven't accepted 
the fact that you are here until they find us and kill 
me. Now that I know you can't be trusted, I know what 
to do when we have oral sex tomorrow."

I frowned. "Oral sex?"

"I'm going to put my dick in you mouth and fuck you 
that way."

I scrunched up my face. "That's disgusting."

"Well, enough of this chit-chat. Come along." He got up 
and walked toward the bedroom. I followed obediently, 
knowing that if I didn't he would just drag me in there 
anyway and I couldn't really run in my shackles.

In the bedroom he removed my handcuffs and shackles. 
Apparently he wasn't really concerned since he was so 
much stronger than I was anyway. He threw me on the bed 
and, before I could even catch my breath he was on top 
of me. He spread my legs and rammed himself into me as 
hard as he could. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as it 
had before and I just gasped. He grabbed my nipples and 
squeezed. He pulled them out to the sides until I 
thought for sure he was going to rip them off.

I screamed and screamed, "STOP IT! YOUR HURTING ME! 
PLEASE STOP! OH GOD... AAAIIIEEEEE!!"

"Get off on the pain," he said. "You can do it." And 
then I felt it. An indescribable pleasure running from 
my cunt right up through the screaming pain in my tits. 
I wrapped my legs around his ass and forced myself 
harder onto his raging cock.

"Oh yesssss... fuck me... fuck me harder! Make your 
little slut cum! Oh, it's so gooood... oh, yess! Yes! 
YES!!! I'm CUMMING!" An indescribable pleasure washed 
over me. It felt like my whole body was nothing but a 
shaking, quivering mass of happiness.

I knew then that this was what I was born for – to 
serve this man – my man – my rapist. But he didn't stop 
until he had driven me through three more shattering 
orgasms. Then I felt him stiffen and start jerking 
inside me and I knew that he was shooting his man cream 
into me.

I felt him softening inside me and then he pulled out 
of me and rolled off. I rolled toward him and cuddled 
against him in his arms. "Thank you for teaching me 
what its like to be a real woman," I said softly.

For some reason, I felt warm and comfortable with him. 
You could almost say I loved him. I fell asleep lying 
there in his arms.

I awoke some time later and knew that he was still 
asleep as he was snoring softly. I noticed that he had 
cuffed my right wrist to his left one. I wondered if he 
hadn't done that if I would have tried to escape. I was 
terribly confused. I wanted to get away and yet I 
didn't. Well, it wasn't important since I couldn't get 
away. I fell back to sleep still trying to figure out 
how I felt.

He took me twice more that day, each time adding some 
element of pain to go with the exquisite pleasure. The 
second time he made me stick needles through my own 
nipples to add to the pain. God did that ever hurt, but 
when I orgasmed that time it was even better than 
anything that had gone before.


Chapter Three


We went to sleep in the same bed that night, Bill (for 
thus he told me to call him) having abandoned the cot 
for the comforts of a mattress and springs. I was still 
restrained although not as severely as I had been the 
previous night. He had simply handcuffed my hands 
around a post in the head board.

When we awoke, the day was similar to the previous day. 
He shackled me and locked me in the bathroom to clean 
up. I checked the window over the tub, but he had added 
a padlock to it so I couldn't get out that way. 
Deciding that there was no way out, I cleaned up and 
sat on the chair to await his return. I still wanted to 
escape, but I no longer wanted to hurt Bill in the 
process.

We had a big breakfast of corn beef hash, fried eggs, 
sausage patties and toast. He asked me if I wanted 
coffee, but I told him I didn't drink it so he gave me 
a soft drink. I realized that we had only had one meal 
yesterday so I figured I'd better eat as much as I 
could so I went back for seconds and even thirds on the 
sausage patties.

When we were finished, he piled the dishes on the 
counter and ran water in the sink to wash them. "I'll 
wash if you'll dry," he said. As I stood there drying a 
plate, I thought that we were just like a married 
couple taking care of the household chores. I had seen 
my parents do the same thing before, but of course they 
weren't naked at the time. I wondered if this was what 
it was like with his wife before she died.

"Well, might as well get with it," he said when the 
last dish fork was put away.

I felt my stomach do flip-flops. "Get with what?" I 
asked timidly.

"I promised you I was going to fuck your mouth today. 
Remember?"

I scrunched up my nose. "Do you have to. I mean, that's 
the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I don't 
want to do it."

I saw some of the wildness come back into his eyes. 
"You slut! What the hell do you think it matters what 
you want? Just because I've tried to be a little nice 
to you doesn't mean that I'm still not going to rape 
you in every way possible. Besides you didn't like it 
when I fucked your cunt the first time and now you 
can't get enough of it."

I felt a lump rising in my throat. He had a point. I 
did like it when he fucked me even though there was 
always pain with it. "I'm sorry," I said hesitantly, 
"its just that I think I'm falling in love with you."

He softened immediately. "Don't do that," he said 
quietly. "You know that I'll be dead within the next 
few days. I like you a lot more than I did when I first 
kidnapped you, but I won't let myself care too much and 
neither can you."

I started to cry. "Oh shit, don't do that," he said. 

I walked over to him and he took me in his arms. "It's 
not that I want to die, little one, I just don't have a 
choice," he said softly. I laid my head on his chest 
and continued to sob. He picked me up in his still 
strong arms and carried me into the bedroom.

He laid me gently on the bed. "It's alright," I told 
him, "you can fuck my mouth if you really want to."

He gave me a cock-eyed grin. "Oh, I intended to," he 
said. "But first, I want to show you something." He 
removed my shackles and the handcuffs. He carefully 
moved me to the center of the bed.

Climbing on the bed himself he told me to spread my 
legs and I complied. He crawled between them and, 
supporting him self on his elbows leaned forward. I 
could feel his hard cock laying against my belly as he 
kissed me gently.

He darted his tongue out and liked my lips. I opened my 
mouth slightly and his tongue darted inside. I pushed 
back with my tongue and entered his mouth and then we 
were running our tongues all around each other. I could 
feel myself getting wet between my legs. His kisses 
felt so good.

He broke the kiss and started licking down my neck. He 
came back up and nibbled on my ear lobe. I was moaning 
loudly as he moved back down until he reached my right 
tit. He circled the nipple with his tongue and sucked 
gently. "Oh god," I moaned. "That feels so good." He 
looked up at me and grinned. When he came back down he 
was nibbling on my other tit.

Leaving my tits, he licked his way down my belly, 
circling, but not entering my belly button. Ever so 
slowly he licked down my left thigh then jumped across 
and liked up the right one. Then suddenly he was at my 
pussy, licking my clit like a madman. I was getting 
hotter and hotter as I felt his tongue enter me.

He continued this until I just couldn't take it any 
more. "Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me now." He raised up 
and I felt his cock pressing at the opening of my cunt. 
He pushed in gently until he was all the way inside me. 
I was shocked. It didn't hurt at all, it just felt so 
good, so very, very good.

I wrapped my legs around him and he began moving in and 
out of me. I was moaning and moaning. "Oh, yes…that's 
sooo good…fuck me…yesss…don't stop." He kept going and 
going and I was getting higher and higher. But for what 
ever reason, I just couldn't seem to come.

"I'm close…so close," I moaned. "Hurt me some where... 
let me cum... please let me cum." He reached up with 
both hands and grabbed my nipples. He squeezed them 
hard and then started twisting them almost all the way 
around. As he pulled them away from my body as far as 
they would go and then pulled them farther, I screamed. 
"Yesssss!! That's it! I'm CUMMING!" My whole body shock 
as wave after wave of intense pleasure/pain flowed over 
me. I thought I would never come down. I felt him 
stiffen and shoot his jism into me and I came again 
even harder.

He stayed inside me, just holding still until I felt 
him soften and slip out. He rolled off and I rolled 
into his arms. "That was the most incredible thing I've 
ever felt," I said. I felt warm and safe in his arms.

I woke up about two hours later still untied. I could 
tell from his regular breathing that he was still 
asleep. I gently disengaged my self from his arms and 
rolled to the other side of the bed. This was the 
chance I had been waiting for. I listened to be sure he 
was still asleep, crawled out of bed and tiptoed 
carefully to the kitchen. The clock on the wall told me 
that it was almost noon.

It suddenly occurred to me that when we had first come 
in and he was having trouble controlling me, he had 
thrown his truck keys into a corner on the counter. I 
walked over and saw that they were still there. I had 
never driven before, but I had watched my dad and I was 
sure I could do it. I picked up the keys and started 
out the front door. I paused to think for a minute.

An hour later, I opened the bedroom door and turned on 
the light. "Hey sleepy head," I said. "Lunch is ready."

He wasn't really awake. "Huh? Lunch? LUNCH!?" He came 
fully awake. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing up 
untied?"

I laughed. "And you didn't think you could trust me." I 
paused and got serious. "I TOLD you I love you and even 
if you're going to die, I'll still remember the time we 
have together."

He sat up on the edge of the bed. Suddenly he grabbed 
his head in both hands and screamed. "Pills," he 
gasped. "On top of the refrigerator."

I stood stock still for a minute and then I went into 
action. I ran to the sink and turned on the water as I 
was going to the refrigerator. I grabbed the pills and 
a glass from the countertop and ran water into it as I 
went by. I ran to the bedroom.

When I got there, he was lying on the bed shaking all 
over. I sat the glass on the nightstand and opened the 
pill bottle. I glanced at the label. Take one or two as 
needed, it said. I poured two from the bottle. "You've 
got to sit up," I told him. He continued to shake, but 
managed to pull himself upright. I literally pushed the 
two pills into his mouth and held the water to his 
lips. He swallowed.

He fell back to the bed still shaking. Now that I had 
done what I could do I fell apart. I jumped on the bed 
beside him crying and sobbing. "Don't leave me Bill. 
Not yet. You haven't even done everything you want to 
do to me." He continued to shake all over and I 
continued to beg him not to die.

After about five minutes the shaking stopped. He was 
perfectly still and I thought he was gone. I threw 
myself on top of him beating his chest and crying. 
"DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU!! YOU JUST BEGAN TO TEACH ME 
WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT AND NOT..." I couldn't continue.

"I'm not dead yet," he said quietly. "But if you keep 
beating me up, I could be."

"DAMN YOU!" I screamed. "You scared me to death."

"I'm sorry." He sounded remorseful. "It's the way my 
cancer works. One of these days soon, I'll go into one 
of these episodes and I won't come out of it." He ran 
his hand over the top of my head. It was a gentle touch 
and it felt good. He cheered up a little. "But it 
hasn't happened yet so we can continue with your 
lessons."

I was laying with my head on his chest facing his feet. 
I looked at his cock. It was soft and wrinkled, not 
hard and raging as it sometimes was. I hesitantly 
reached out and wrapped my hand around it. It began to 
stir a little. I ran my hand down to the sack that hung 
beneath it. I could feel the two hard nuts that it 
contained. What had they called them in school? Oh yes, 
testicles.

I got onto my knees and moved down to where I could 
examine him more closely. I kept my left hand on his 
balls and moved my right hand down to wrap it around 
his cock. It stirred even more, not completely hard but 
definitely longer and a little firmer. I couldn't 
believe he intended to put this thing in my mouth. 
Still, I wondered what it would taste like. I leaned 
forward, stuck my tongue out and just licked the tip. I 
heard him moan softly. He was right, it didn't taste 
too bad.

I opened as wide as I could and took the head into my 
mouth. It was fully hard now. The head was sort of, I 
don't know how to describe it – it was soft yet very 
hard. I ran my tongue around it and then took him in 
deeper. I heard him chuckle. "Hey, Little One," he 
said. "I'm the one that's supposed to be raping you. 
Not the other way around." I would have laughed, but my 
mouth was otherwise occupied.

I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him as 
deeply as I could. It hit the start of my throat and I 
gagged, so I backed off a little. Instinctively I put 
my hand around the part still sticking out and jacked 
it up and down. I felt the head getting even bigger in 
my mouth and I knew he was going to shoot. I tried to 
back off, but his hands came down and held me firmly in 
place. Then my mouth was filled with his sticky goo. 

I tried to hold it in my mouth so I could spit it out 
later, but he punched the sides of my cheeks with his 
fingers. I instinctively swallowed and felt the slimy 
stuff sliding down my throat. I was surprised. I 
actually liked the taste. I wanted all of it. 

I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The 
spurts became smaller and smaller and then finally 
ended all together. I swallowed one last time and then 
slide up and lay down with my head on his shoulder. He 
brought his hand down and squeezed my small left butt 
cheek. It felt good. "That was really fantastic," he 
said softly.

I looked up into his eyes. "Did I do okay?" I asked.

"You did just fine," he said quietly. He paused. "But 
you do have to learn to take it all the way down your 
throat."

I remembered the gagging. It hadn't felt good. "It 
would never fit."

He chuckled. God, but I loved that little laugh of his. 
"Yes, it will," he said.

He had been right about everything else, I thought. But 
there was no possible way he could be right about this.

We lay there quietly for a while. Finally, he stirred. 
"I don't know about you," he said. "But I have to go to 
the bathroom and we both need a shower." We got up and 
walked to the bathroom together.

I watched in fascination as he lifted the toilet seat 
and pointed his cock toward the bowl. I had never seen 
a man piss before – it looked weird having always to 
sit myself. As his water started to splash in the bowl 
I impulsively said, "Can I hold it?" The stream 
immediately stopped.

He looked at me and grinned. "Sure," he said, removing 
his hand.

His cock immediately sagged. I reached out and grabbed 
it. I pointed it back toward the bowel. Nothing 
happened. "Don't squeeze it so tight, Little One. 
You're holding back my piss." I loosened my grip and 
watched as the golden stream resumed.

After I relieved myself he turned on the shower and we 
climbed in together. He lathered my body. It felt good 
having his slippery hands run over me. When he soaped 
my breasts I began to get horny and when he slipped his 
hand between my legs I almost came right then and 
there. When he finished, he told me it was my turn.

I took the soap and washcloth from him, lathered it and 
began to wash him down. When I got to his cock, it 
hardened immediately. I rinsed it off and dropped to my 
knees. I opened my mouth and took it in. I tried really 
hard to take him into my throat, because I knew that 
was what he wanted. But I always gagged when it got to 
the back of my throat and I just couldn't do it.

He let me suck for a while and then put his hand under 
my arms and pulled me upright. He lifted me easily in 
the air so that my cunt was level with his cock. He 
positioned me correctly and lowered me so that he was 
imbedded inside me. It didn't hurt at all anymore. I 
wrapped my legs around him as he pushed me back against 
the shower wall. As he began to hunch against me it 
felt really good. I went up and up. I approached orgasm 
but for some reason couldn't quite make it.

Then I knew what it was. "Hurt me," I gasped.

He laughed and lifted me off of him. "Not now. We'll 
save that for later."

We finished our shower quickly. As I was drying I 
happened to remember. "Oh, damnit," I said. He raised 
his head and looked at me. I saw the question in his 
eyes. "I forgot all about lunch. It's probably dried 
out by now."

I wrapped the towel around myself and we walked to the 
kitchen. It was the first time since he had torn off my 
clothes that I hadn't been totally naked in front of 
him. I saw him look at me and there was lust in his 
eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Lunch was spoiled. I had just made some ham sandwiches, 
but the ham was now dry. We kept the bread, threw away 
the ham and replaced it with fresh from the 
refrigerator. I saw from the clock on the wall that it 
was already almost five in the afternoon. As we sat 
there eating, I saw that he kept looking at me 
strangely.

When we had finished he hugged me close. "Are you ready 
to lean how to take it down your throat?" he asked.

My heart raced. "Okay," I said shakily.

Back in the bedroom he pulled a strange metal device 
from one of the drawers. "I got this from a dentist 
supply house," he told me. "Now open your mouth." I 
immediately opened and he inserted the device in my 
mouth and strapped it around my head. It felt strange 
with the bent metal slots hooking behind my teeth. I 
wondered just what he was doing. 

"Its going to hurt some when I go down your throat," he 
explained as he adjusted the knobs at the side of it. I 
felt my mouth being pried open wide. "I know you 
wouldn't do it on purpose, but you might end up biting 
down and that wouldn't be at all good for my health. 
Once you get used to it, we won't need this anymore."

He had me get on the bed with my head hanging over the 
side. He ran his hand gently down my neck. "See," he 
said. "This way your throat and your mouth go in a 
straight line. That way it's easier for you and easier 
for me." He went down to his knees in front of me. I 
could see that his cock was lined up almost exactly 
with my mouth. I got scared and started to raise up, 
but he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it 
back down.

He leaned forward and entered my mouth. I stopped 
struggling and allowed it to enter without protest. It 
reached the start of my throat and I began to gag 
again. I struggled and pushed against him trying to 
dislodge his cock from my mouth. He backed off a little 
and I stopped struggling. "Take a deep breath," he told 
me.

I did and suddenly he lunged forward too quickly for my 
gag reflex to take hold and entered my throat. God, but 
it hurt. My throat was small and his cock was very big. 
It felt like he had rammed a telephone pole down there. 
I was squirming all over the bed, pushing against him, 
trying to get him to take it out. I tried to close my 
mouth to bite him, but the dental device held fast.

The love I had thought I felt for him was now gone. I 
was being raped all over again and I couldn't even 
scream with his cock now buried deep in my throat. I 
couldn't breathe and it felt like I was going to 
suffocate. He pulled back a little and I took a deep 
breath. "Breathe through your nose," he said and rammed 
forward again. I could feel his balls slap against my 
nose and I knew he was all the way in.

"Finger yourself," he snarled. I moved my hands down to 
my cunt and started to finger my clit. He started 
fucking my face fast and hard. I began to feel the 
familiar pain and pleasure that I knew would bring me 
to orgasm. I stuck a finger inside myself and I went 
off. I shook all over with pleasure. I felt him growing 
bigger inside my throat and I knew he was shooting his 
cum directly into my stomach.

Finally, it ended and he pulled out. My throat was raw 
from having taken the unusual in and out motion of his 
cock. He lifted me length wise onto the bed and 
detached the device that was holding my mouth open. He 
lifted me up and brought a glass of water to my lips. I 
took a drink, I hadn't realized that my mouth was so 
dry. The water burned going down, but it did feel a 
little better.

I rolled into his arms. He petted my head, smoothing 
out my hair. Then he began slowly running his hands 
over my back ending with his hand squeezing my little 
ass. I was so confused. It didn't make any sense. He 
hurt me terribly and yet it felt so good. How could it 
be? I just couldn't understand it. Maybe I was just too 
young. Maybe when I got older I would understand.

I finally fell into a listless sleep. When I awoke, he 
took my mouth again – this time without the device to 
keep my mouth open. It still hurt like hell, but I 
managed to keep him from biting him. I wasn't allowed 
to finger myself that time and still I could feel the 
warmth building up in my pussy and I came with a 
shattering orgasm as he shot down my throat for the 
second time that day.

As I lay in his arms again, he said lazily, "Well, 
honey." It was the first time he had called me by a pet 
name. I like that. I wished that we could just stay 
here forever and he could continue teaching me all the 
things I needed to know. I remembered my parents and my 
life before, but it seemed so long ago and yet I'd only 
been here for two days. I suddenly realized he was 
still talking. "Tomorrow will be the worst for you, but 
there's just no way I can keep it from hurting," he 
said.

"What happens tomorrow?" I asked.

"Tomorrow," he said slowly. "I'm going to take you in 
the asshole."

Fear jumped in my throat. I rolled away and sat up on 
my knees looking at him with wide eyes. "It will never 
fit," I said hysterically.

"You thought it wouldn't fit in your throat, too," he 
replied. He had a point.


Chapter Four


I spent that night sleeping in his arms. I was no 
longer tied. It made me feel good that he now trusted 
me and I knew that his trust was warranted. It may only 
be for a little while, but I didn't want to leave. In 
my twelve year old mind, I knew this was where I was 
intended to be. My life before this seemed like nothing 
but a dream.

When we awoke in the morning, showered, and I fixed him 
breakfast. We left the dishes on the table and went to 
the bedroom immediately. He took me normally, and while 
it felt good having his cock inside of me and I knew 
that he enjoyed it so I felt good about that, but I 
just couldn't come. I realized for that to happen, I 
would need some pain. I wandered if this was perverted. 
In my mind I knew it was, but my body said differently. 

When we were finished, he told me to come with him to 
the bathroom. Obediently, I followed him. Once there, 
he produced what looked like a hot water bottle. My mom 
used to fill one with hot water and put it in my bed to 
keep my feet warm when I was small. I watched, 
fascinated, as he filled the bottle with lukewarm 
water. "What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Give you an enema," he replied. "When I take your ass 
it won't hurt as much if there isn't much in there."

My stomach turned over. "You still want to do that?"

"Yes, Sweetheart."

My heart melted when he called me that. He really cared 
about me. If he didn't, why would he want to make it 
hurt less. "Well, okay then," I said hesitantly.

While we had been talking, he had attached a long 
rubber tube to the bottle. It had a metal clip in the 
middle and a little nozzle on the end. He greased the 
end of the nozzle with Vaseline®. He hung the water 
bottle on a hook in the wall and told me to lay on the 
floor on my left side. The tile felt cold against my 
naked body.

He leaned down and lifted my right ass cheek slightly. 
"Just relax," he said. "This may be a bit 
uncomfortable, but it won't hurt." He pressed the 
nozzle against my tiny hole and pushed it inside. He 
was right. It didn't really hurt and it was a little 
bit uncomfortable.

Holding the nozzle inside me with his left hand, he 
reached up and released the metal clip. I felt the 
water rushing into me. After a few seconds I yelled 
that I had enough. He reached up and closed the clip. 
"Just relax," he told me. "Rest for a few seconds and 
then you'll be able to take more."

I tried hard to relax, but it still felt like I had a 
gallon of water in my ass. A few seconds later, it hurt 
a little less. I laid still. "Ready?", he asked and I 
nodded. Once again I felt more water running inside me. 
It took three more tries, but eventually I had taken 
the whole bottle full.

He told me to lay still for a minute. I clenched my jaw 
and waited. It felt like my stomach had stretched out a 
yard. A few seconds later I felt something cold and 
hard pressing against my little hole. He pressed his 
left hand against my pussy and pushed hard with his 
right. I felt the thing stretch my ass hole what felt 
like a mile and then settle with a little portion about 
the size of the nozzle inside the hole. It hurt like 
hell and I screamed.

"What the hell was that?" I asked hysterically.

"A butt plug," he said quietly. "It will keep your 
bottom closed so that the water can do its work."

He lifted me to my feet. I felt unbelievably cramped. I 
looked down and saw that my belly was distended more 
than it had ever been. "It won't be too much longer," 
he said soothingly. "Now, come on, let's go do the 
breakfast dishes."

I took a hesitant step forward. It hurt like hell. He 
took my hands and guided me to the kitchen. He ran 
water in the sink and began washing the dishes. I was 
doubled over in pain as I obediently dried. When handed 
me the last of them I couldn't take it any longer.

"I can't stand it," I screamed. "I've got to go – NOW!" 
I laid the wet plate on the counter and waddled as fast 
as I could toward the bathroom. He followed.

"Straddle the toilet," he said. As I obeyed he reached 
behind me and pulled the plug from my ass and I sat 
down on the toilet immediately. As the water rushed 
from my asshole I could hear it splashing against the 
water in the toilet.

After what seemed like a very long time the flow 
stopped. "Just sit there for a little while," he told 
me. "I'm going to go take care of that last dish." I 
sat still and a few seconds later I felt myself 
cramping again. I squeezed and more water came rushing 
out. 

This happened a couple of more times and eventually I 
felt completely empty. He returned and led me gently to 
the bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, completely 
exhausted. He brought a cover up and gently covered me. 
"Sleep, Little One," he said softly.

When I awoke, I could feel his hands gently massaging 
my back as I lay on my stomach. His hands moved further 
down and I felt him needing my ass cheeks. It was 
extremely soothing. "Oooh, that feels good," I said 
softly.

He chuckled. "I like making you feel good, darling. 
It's only fair because you make me feel very good too, 
you know."

I felt him spread my cheeks and press his finger 
against my ass hole. I felt a tingle in my pussy when 
he did that. He gently ran his finger around the 
outside of it. It was very slippery. I opened my eyes 
and saw the tube of KY Jelly® lying on the night stand 
and I knew why it was so slippery. He slipped his 
finger inside me. It hardly hurt at all. Actually, it 
felt kind of good.

He climbed from the bed. "Well, Sweetheart, it's time."

"Time for what?" I asked drowsily.

"Time for you to loose your last virginity."

I shook my head and came awake instantly. He was going 
to do it. He was ACTUALLY going to do it. I felt the 
rope that he hadn't used since the first night going 
around my wrist. "I'm sorry to have to do this, love," 
he told me as he fastened the rope to my other wrist. 
"But if you squirm around its going to hurt a lot 
worse." He shoved to pillows under my crotch and tied 
my legs to the other two bed posts. I was now spread-
eagled with my ass high in the air.

I was suddenly very scared. "Please," I begged. "I 
don't want to do this. Please, please, please."

"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't have much time. I figure 
they'll probably find us by tomorrow, so you'll just 
have to be brave and take it. I do have something that 
will make it a little easier, though."

I felt the cold plastic of a penis shaped vibrator 
pressing against my cunt. He pushed it into me and 
turned it on. He used two pieces of adhesive tape in an 
"X" shape to keep it in place. I could feel the 
excitement rising as the thing vibrated within me.

He reached for the tube of KY and greased the middle 
and index fingers of his right hand. He held my cheeks 
apart with his left hand and unceremoniously rammed 
both fingers right up my exposed asshole. I groaned 
with the slight pain that joined the pleasure rising in 
my cunt. He wiggled his fingers around and pulled them 
part way out, spreading then and making the pain just a 
little more.

He removed his fingers and I saw the KY removed from 
the night stand once again. "I'm greasing my cock for 
you, love," he told me. "But don't be deceived. Its 
still going to hurt like hell. Just buck up and take 
it."

I was shaking all over. "I'll try," I told him. Tears 
were already streaming down my face because I knew what 
was coming.

I felt him spreading my cheeks and centering himself 
against my tiny hole. "Hear it comes darling," he said 
and suddenly rammed his way forward with all his might. 
My sphincter never had a chance. One minute he was 
pressing lightly and the next minute he was all the way 
inside my ass. And then the pain hit.

"TAKE IT OUT! EEEEEEHEEE! IT HURTS SO BAD! PLEASE! 
PLEASE! TAKE IT OUT!"

He never gave me a chance to even try to adjust to him. 
He was just fucking in and out of my ass hole for all 
he was worth. The pain was unbelievable, unbearable. I 
screamed and screamed.

Slowly, the vibrator in my cunt began to do its work. 
The pain lessened just a little and the pleasure 
increased a lot. I could feel myself rising toward the 
greatest orgasm of my entire life. I was still 
screaming, but it was with pleasure and the combination 
of great pain along with it.

I felt him stiffen within me and I knew he was shooting 
his man cream into my bowels. That knowledge was all it 
took and I went over the edge.

YESSSS! OH GOD, YESSS! I'M CUUUMMMING!"

And then it was over. He slumped against me with his 
entire weight on my back. His shrinking cock still in 
my ass. He rolled off of me and I could feel a 
combination of his cum and my blood flowing out of me.

He looked at my hole. "Oh God," he said. "I tore you up 
a lot more than I thought I would. I'm so sorry. Let me 
get a rag and clean you up."

As he started to crawl from the bed, a bull horn blared 
from outside. "We know your in there Phillips. Come out 
with your hands in the air. God help you if you killed 
that little girl."

He looked at me. "It's time, darling. I guess I won't 
have time to clean you up or hold you close like I had 
planned." He reached into a drawer and pulled out gun. 
He walked quickly to the bed and leaned over to kiss me 
gently. "Goodbye, my love."

"Don't go," I begged but he pulled away, walked through 
the kitchen and out the door.

There was silence for a minute and then I heard him 
yelling something. There was a gunshot and then what 
sounded like twenty guns going off at once. Then there 
was silence.

I heard footsteps in the kitchen. I was crying 
piteously. I heard the bedroom door open and a strange 
male voice say, "OH MY GOD." He ran to the bed and 
began untying me. "Your safe now," he said. "We'll take 
care of you."

I looked up at him. "Mr. Phillips, is he..."

"That bastard will never hurt anybody again. There must 
be ten bullets in him. It's the strangest thing though. 
The last thing he said before he died was - Tell Lisa I 
love her."

I started to sob uncontrollably. Oh Bill, my poor, poor 
dear sweet Bill. I had loved him so. He had told me, 
but I never believed it would really happen.

The idiot cop who had "rescued" me didn't have the 
foggiest notion what was going on. He kept saying 
things like "its okay, he can't hurt you anymore."

Then everything went black.


Chapter Five

Learning to Cope

I woke up in the hospital. The sheets were cool against 
my body and that felt good, but my ass hurt like hell 
and I didn't really want to even open my eyes. I felt a 
gentle kiss placed on my forehead. 

I opened my eyes. She was just pulling back from having 
kissed me. Tears were running down her face. "Hi mom," 
I said weakly.

Her face broke into a wide smile. "Its okay, darling," 
she said reassuringly. "Everything's going to be 
alright." Her smile suddenly faded. "We'll work through 
this whole thing together."

"Damn right we will,' came the masculine voice from the 
bottom of the bed. I looked down and saw my dad 
standing at the bottom of the bed.

I was into the hospital for a week and then I was 
released. I still had a few bruises but otherwise I was 
okay physically. Mentally, I was a wreck.

I stayed at home for a week, never leaving the house. 
My parents were both very condescending and if I ever 
asked for anything one or the other of them would jump 
up and get it for me immediately.

About two days after I got there, we were all sitting 
in the living room watching reruns of "I Love Lucy." 
When it was over, my mom turned off the TV and turned 
to look at me. "Your dad and I have been talking and we 
want you to know that we're not ever going to press you 
to know what happened. But if you ever feel like 
talking, we want you to know that both of us are more 
than willing to listen."

"What's there to talk about," I said bitterly. I was 
extremely upset. It had finally sunk in that they had 
killed my precious Bill and I would never see him 
again. "I was kidnapped and raped, but I survived and 
that should be that."

"It's okay," my father said softly. "Dr. Jones said 
that it might be better if you talked with a 
professional. He recommended a Dr. Lewis that's had a 
lot of experience in dealing with situations like this. 
We've made an appointment for next Monday."

"I'm not going," I said stubbornly. "I want to go back 
to school on Monday. I've already missed three weeks 
and I'll never catch up if I don't go back now."

"We'll see," my father replied.

Even though I argued hard that I was okay and just 
needed to get back to school and get back to a normal 
life, I ended up sitting in the waiting room of Dr. 
Lewis on Monday.

It was a small waiting room with only about three 
chairs. My mother and I were the only ones there except 
for the receptionist at the front desk. When we 
arrived, she had given us a bunch of papers to fill 
out. A lot of it was the normal stuff – height, wait, 
and a list of diseases to check off the one's you had 
had. There was also a list of stuff to be filled out by 
women only – date of last period, age at first sexual 
intercourse, etc.

My mother had been filling it out to that point. I 
noticed a tear come to the corner of her eye when she 
came to the age at first sexual intercourse blank when 
she filled it in with 12. I had no problem with 
anything she put down until she came to the blank that 
said "Reason for Visit". She paused for a moment and 
then filled it in with "Rape Counseling."

"May I have that," I asked her. She handed it over to 
me without question. I crossed out "Rape Counseling" 
with very black ink so it couldn't be read and entered 
"Private" in the blank. I had just finished that when 
the door to the receptionist left opened up and Kelly 
came walking out.

Kelly was a couple of grades ahead of me and about 
three years older since she had failed a grade. There 
was a lot of talk around school about what a slut she 
was. "Hi Lisa," she said cheerfully. "I heard about 
what happened to you. I'm really sorry about that." She 
turned toward the rather good looking man who had 
followed her out. "But if anyone can help you to deal 
with it, I'm sure Frank can.

"I've told you over and over, Kelly, it's Dr. 
Phillips," he said. His voice was deep and completely 
masculine.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." She seemed a bit crestfallen. But 
she cheered up almost instantly. "I know for sure he's 
really been a big help to me. Well, I'll see you 
later," she said as she walked out the door.

"Yeah, sure Kelly," I mumbled. I was suddenly very 
scared. It had never occurred to me before that 
everyone at school would know what had happened. I 
should have known as it was in all the papers.

I looked at Dr. Phillips. He was about six foot tall 
with a square jaw, well groomed blond hair, and the 
bluest eyes I had ever seen. I guessed him to be in his 
late thirties or early forties.

He walked toward me, extending his hand. "And you must 
be Lisa," he said. "I'm Dr. Phillips. His handshake was 
firm and mine felt extremely small as I gripped it. He 
broke the handshake and turned toward my mother. "And 
you must be Lisa's mother," he said extending his hand 
toward her.

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Goff," she replied. "I'm very glad to 
meet you."

He turned back toward me. "Well, we better get started, 
won't you come in to my office." My mother arose to 
accompany us. He looked at her. "It would be better if 
I talked to her alone this first time. Eventually, I'll 
want to talk to both you and your husband." She sat 
back down.

I walked into his office with him following. He closed 
the door behind him, walked around me and sat down at 
his desk. "Have a seat Lisa." He indicated a leather 
bound chair in front of the desk.

I sat down and looked around the office. It consisted 
of his desk with two leather bound chairs in front of 
it, two easy chairs facing each other with a small 
round coffee table in between them, and a filing 
cabinet in one corner of the room. One wall had about 
six different diplomas hanging on it. I guess he had 
spent a lot of time in school.

I turned back to look at him. He had remained silent 
while I was looking around. He smiled, "Does it meet 
with your approval?"

I couldn't help it. I had intended to be sullen, but I 
sort of liked this guy. I smiled back, "No psychiatrist 
couch?"

He chuckled. "We don't use them much anymore. When I 
first started out I had one, but after my first patient 
fell asleep while I was talking, I pitched it."

I laughed. "I can see how that wouldn't have been too 
good for your ego."

He turned serious. He leaned forward and touched a 
button on a small machine sitting on his desk. "If you 
don't mind, I'm going to record our sessions so that I 
can analyze them later. You don't mind do you?" I shook 
my head to indicate that it was okay. "Well, I guess 
you went through a very traumatic experience a few 
weeks ago."

Suddenly I was very nervous. "I guess it was," I 
mumbled.

"Want to tell me about it? How you feel and how you 
think it will affect your life."

"I don't think it will have any affect on my life. It 
was just one of those things that happened and I just 
want to forget about it and get on with my life."

He placed his hands together with the two index fingers 
pointing up. He placed them across his mouth pointing 
at his nose. He didn't say anything. He just looked at 
me. [Author's note: This is technique used by many 
psychiatrists. It is known as steepling.]

I couldn't stand it any more, the silence and all the 
while those lake blue eyes staring into mine. "I mean, 
I'm really upset about the way they killed Bill, but 
there's nothing that I can do about it, so like I said 
I just want to forget about the whole thing and get on 
with my life. Bill really wasn't such a bad guy you 
know. He was dying of cancer anyway and I'm just glad I 
was able to bring a little happiness to his final 
days."

I took a breath. He lowered his hands, "That was a real 
mouthful. Would you care to elaborate?"

"I don't think so, Dr. Phillips. I don't like talking 
about it."

"Call me Frank."

"You just jumped all over Kelly for that."

"She knows the rules. During a session you can call me 
by my first name. When the session is over, you call me 
Dr. Phillips. Understand?"

It sounded a little strange to me, but I nodded that I 
understood.

"But we're getting off the subject," he said. "Why do 
you suppose it is that you don't like talking about 
it?"

"Actually, I don't feel like talking about anything 
anymore. I don't know why, but suddenly I'm extremely 
tired."

"Finding out about yourself can have that effect." He 
looked at his watch. "Our time is about up anyway so 
why don't we call it a day. We'll take up where we left 
off next week."

"Okay." I started to get up. "Oh, one other thing, 
Frank. Can I go back to school?"

"I don't see why not. Just be aware that the students 
may treat you differently."

I hadn't thought much about that, but I knew he was 
right. "Will you tell my mother?"

"Sure."

On the way home in the car, my mother kept questioning 
me about what had happened. But I steadfastly refused 
to talk about it except to say that I thought going to 
him for a while would be a lot of help.

Over the next several months I learned to accept myself 
for who I was. And, although I'm not sure Dr. Phillips 
would approve of the solution I came up with, I was 
finally at peace with myself.


Chapter Six


Back to School

Going back to school was one of the strangest 
experiences of my life. Because some of the students 
had helped search for me and others had read about it 
in the newspapers, there was almost no one in the whole 
school who didn't at least have some idea about what 
had happened to me. 

Of course, among the girls, everyone tried to be 
friendly but there was an undercurrent that told me 
that the crowd I had originally been a part of now 
considered me to be little better than a slut. 
Strangely, the group of girls that we had looked down 
on because of their loose morals now considered me one 
of their own. It didn't matter that I had been raped. I 
now knew what sex was all about and to little seventh 
and eighth grade sluts that somehow made me a hero.

The boys fell into two major categories, the one's who 
chose to simply ignore me walking by and never looking 
at me and the one's who thought I was now fair game for 
their advances. Being in a Junior/Senior high school 
with grades seven through twelve all crowded into one 
building, it was inevitable that I would see a lot of 
older boys. I'm not sure why, but this made me 
extremely uncomfortable. 

I still remember walking past a group of about seven 
junior boys. There were a few low whistles and cat 
calls and I could feel each of them stripping me with 
their eyes. One of them came up to me and grabbed my 
breasts, one in each hand – right there in front of God 
and everybody. 

I dropped my books and slapped him across the face as 
hard as I could. He backed off instantly and brought 
one hand to the side of his reddened face where I had 
slapped him. Then his whole face turned red as the 
other boys laughed at him. That made me feel good. 
Served the bastard right.

The first week was extremely rough, but gradually my 
experience and what had happened to me faded in the 
memory of most of the students when they saw that I was 
the same person I had always been…well, almost the 
same. I wasn't even close to the same, but I didn't let 
it show to anyone, not even myself.

I guess it was inevitable. About two weeks after I had 
returned I bumped into Ken. I mean literally bumped 
into him. I was hurrying to class not watching where I 
was going and ran into him almost knocking him down.

"HEY, watch where you're going," he yelled. "Why don't 
you…" He stopped suddenly, realizing who had ran into 
him. His face turned red. "Lisa."

"Hi ken. How's it going?" I said sweetly.

"I…Umm…okay I guess. My dad bought me a car yesterday. 
I've got my license now you know?"

"Oh, what are you going to call it? Ken's rape-mobile?" 
I said it softly giving no hint of the deep anger I 
felt toward him.

"Look, Lisa. I'm sorry about what happened at the 
dance. I really like you a lot and I was a total 
jackass."

"Yes you were," I said bitterly. "And because of it, I 
got raped."

He looked miserable. "I – I know and I'm really, really 
sorry."

Just then the bell rang. We were both going to be late 
for class. "Got to go," I said cheerily. "Give me a 
call sometime." I turned and walked away from him. I 
don't know why, but as I walked I swung my hips in as 
sexy a manner as I knew how. I could almost feel his 
eyes glued to my ass.

At home that night I stripped off all my clothes and 
stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. 
I liked what I saw. I had just turned thirteen and 
already my breasts were like small peaches – bigger 
than an "A" cup but not quite a "B" yet. My stomach was 
firm and flat. The bush at the "V" between my legs was 
light and almost invisible.

Almost involuntarily my hand crept to the hole that 
Bill had brought so much pleasure to. I stuck a finger 
inside. It felt tight. I added a second finger, backed 
up a bit and collapsed backwards onto my bed. I used 
the heel of my hand to rub up and down on my clit while 
my fingers danced around inside me.

I imagined Bill was fucking me again. I went higher and 
higher. Oh God, how I missed that hard cock of his. I 
kept going up and up but the much desired orgasm just 
wouldn't come. Then I remembered and reached up with my 
left hand and squeezed my nipple as hard as I could. I 
dug in my fingernails and pulled my tit away from my 
body as far as it would go. The addition of the pain 
was enough to drive me over the edge. It wasn't a 
crashing orgasm or anything like that but it was enough 
to leave me somewhat satisfied.

I reached up, turned out the light and rolled over to 
go to sleep. My last thought before sleep overtook me 
was to wonder if Ken's cock could maybe bring me as 
much pleasure as Bill's had.


Chapter Seven


It's All About Ken

"Lisa, telephone," my mother called up the stairs. I 
groggily awakened from my dream. I had been back with 
Bill tied on my stomach and he was running in and out 
of my ass. This time it didn't hurt, it just felt good. 
He had told me it would. To give me the pain I needed, 
he had pushed needles through both nipples and my clit. 
I wasn't ready to give up the dream. I rolled over and 
tried to go back to sleep.

"LISA, TELEPHONE," my mother yelled again.

It wasn't going to work. She wasn't going to let up. 
Sleepily, I crawled out of bed, threw on a robe, and 
stumbled down the stairs. "I think its THAT boy," my 
mother said extending the telephone in my direction. I 
stifled a yawn as I wondered who "that boy" was and 
took the phone from her.

"Hello," I said sleepily.

The voice at the other end of the phone was hesitant. 
"Hello Lisa, it's Ken."

I came awake a little. "What do YOU want." I couldn't 
resist a little dig. "As if I didn't know."

"Aw come on Lisa. I'm really sorry. I really do like 
you and I'd like a chance to make it up to you."

I softened a little, but I still wasn't ready to let 
him off the hook. "Oh Ken, you beg so nicely."

"Lisa, PLEASE?"

I was fully awake now. I glanced out the window and saw 
that it was a beautiful sunny day outside. I remembered 
my last thought before I had fallen asleep last night. 
"Just what do you have in mind Ken?"

He was hesitant. "Well, there's a matinee playing at 
the Roxy. It's a love story. I think you'd like it."

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Of course I do. I learned my lesson last time."

"Okay, I'll ask my mom."

Mom gave me a little static, but relented when I 
pointed our that it was daylight and we'd be home 
before dark.

I dressed carefully. I chose my shortest black skirt, 
black panties, and a white blouse that almost, but not 
quite let my breasts show through. I didn't bother with 
a bra.

Ken arrived around one, told my mother we'd be home by 
6:30 and we were off. I was pleased to see that his old 
car had bench seats rather than bucket seats. As soon 
as we were out of sight of the house, I slid over next 
to him and he put his arm around my shoulder.

I wondered just how I should approach what I wanted. 
"Ken?"

"Yes?"

"Do you really want to see that old movie?"

"Whatever you want. Today is your day."

"Why don't we just drive around for a little bit."

He stopped for gas and then drove out onto route 322. I 
knew that would take us passed Steve's Motel. Steve's 
was famous for renting rooms out in two hour blocks. 
I'd heard some of the older girls talking about it at 
school.

We were about a half a mile from the motel when I 
finally screwed up my courage. "Why don't you stop at 
Steve's and rent a room for four hours? It only costs 
about $20.00."

I thought he was going to wreck the car. When he 
finally got it back under control I could feel him take 
a deep breath. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Ken pulled into the motel. At the drive-up window the 
attendant looked in the car window. "You are both over 
18 aren't you," he asked. Ken assured him we were. I'm 
sure it was obvious to the attendant that I wasn't even 
close to 18, but he just chose to ignore it. He 
collected the money, gave Ken a key and directed him to 
one of the little cabins way in the back.

There was space between the cabins to park a car so 
they couldn't be seen from the road. Ken parked and we 
got out. Inside the place was really a dive. The only 
light was from a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. 
There was a large bed covered only by sheets and one 
pillow. A door in the back led to a small bathroom that 
had only a washbasin and a toilet. Ken turned on the 
light in the bathroom and pulled the door partway shut. 
He turned off the overhead bulb and the place was 
plunged into hear blackness with only a little light 
coming from the bathroom.

Now that we were here I was a little bit nervous. I sat 
down on the edge of the bed since there was nowhere 
else to sit. Ken sat down beside me. He turned my head 
and looked directly into my eyes. "Look Lisa, I'd be 
lying if I told you I didn't want to do this, but if 
you don't want to its okay."

"I think you know that I was raped Ken, it's no secret. 
That hurt like hell. I want, no I need to find out if 
its better with someone I like."

"Oh Lisa," he mumbled. He took me in his arms and 
kissed me gently. We fell back on the bed never braking 
the kiss. I scooted around to allow him room to get in 
beside me. The kiss became more passionate. His tongue 
darted into my mouth. I pushed back with my own tongue. 
It felt good, really good.

His hand went to my right breast and squeezed it 
gently. It felt okay, but I wished he would be a little 
rougher. His hands fumble with the buttons on my 
blouse. Damn, wasn't he ever going to get it open. Bill 
would have just ripped it open. Thinking about Bill got 
me a little more excited. I could feel myself beginning 
to get wet.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he got my 
blouse open and exposed my small tits. He raised up a 
little to look down at me. "God, you're beautiful," he 
mumbled softly. He went down a little and sucked gently 
on my left breast.

"Bite it a little," I begged, but he just kept on doing 
what he was doing. It really wasn't doing a thing for 
me. I mean, it was pleasant enough, but not enough to 
really get me excited.

His hand went between my legs and squeezed my left 
thigh. He was a little bit rough with it and I could 
feel myself beginning to get a little excited. His hand 
moved higher and rubbed against the crotch of my 
panties. They were wet, but not sopping like they would 
have been if Bill were here.

He removed his hand and fumbled with the button at the 
side of my skirt. He finally got it open and slide down 
the zipper. He raised up and opened his belt. Then he 
was pushing his pants and underwear down at the same 
time. While he was doing this I sat up and let my 
blouse slide down my arms and off.

I looked at his cock. It was hard as a rock. It looked 
really delicious and I really wanted to suck it, but I 
wasn't going to do it unless he forced me or at least 
asked.

He reached down and slide my skirt and panties down and 
off at the same time. I was naked in front of him. He 
jumped between my legs, centered himself and carefully 
pushed his cock into my cunt.

He slowly slide in an out of me. It didn't hurt or 
anything, but I really didn't feel a thing. I wasn't 
even close to building towards an orgasm. He began to 
speed up and I knew he wouldn't last long. I didn't 
want to hurt his feelings or anything like that so I 
moaned and squealed and pretended I was really into it.

Then he was really slamming into me. He started 
talking. "Oh yes Lisa. You're so good. I just love it. 
Do you feel my cock going into your tight little cunt?"

"Oh God, yessss! Fuck me good. Fill my pussy with your 
creamy man juice. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." All I 
really wanted was for it to be over.

He was really pounding it in me now. I wrapped my legs 
around his ass and bucked up towards him. I could feel 
him growing bigger inside me and I knew he was close. 
He stiffened above me. "I'm cumming," he gasped. I felt 
his cock twitch inside me and I knew he was shooting 
off. 

He collapsed on top of me. I felt like I was being 
crushed. I unwrapped my legs from around him and he 
rolled off still gasping for air. When he recovered his 
breath, he started to talk. "That was really good."

"Yes it was," I lied.


Chapter EIGHT


Finding Myself

Over the next three years I think I fucked practically 
every guy in the school. I became known as the girl who 
was easy. I knew the were calling me "Lisa round heels" 
and worse behind my back, but I didn't care. I was 
always searching for that one great crashing orgasm 
like I had experienced with Bill. I never found it.

When I turned 16 I got my driver's license and my dad 
bought me an old, but very serviceable car. I got a job 
working at McDonalds after school and, for a while, I 
was able to still the longing between my legs. I 
continued to work almost full time during that first 
summer. When my parents went on vacation to the 
mountains for four weeks (Dad had a lot of vacation 
time) I had to work and convinced them that I was safe 
to stay by myself.

The first week was relatively uneventful. I worked 
every day up until Friday when I had a date with Mike. 
The sex that night was less exciting than it had ever 
been before. It was then that I decided on a plan – 
after all, I had to do something.

The following Thursday I called in sick. At the same 
time I told them that I felt so bad that I probably 
wouldn't be in until Monday. The manager was very 
understanding and told me to take as much time as I 
needed. With the problem of work out of the way, I 
packed some clothes into a suit case, threw it into the 
car and I was off.

I drove to a mid-sized town about fifty miles from 
home. Since I had never been there before, I drove 
around for a while learning the town. I finally found 
what I was looking for, a rundown area with a lot of 
bars and some really rough looking characters.

I then checked into a motel about ten blocks from the 
area that I had found paying for three nights in 
advance. I went to a five and dime store and bought one 
of those little metal boxes with a magnet on it. You're 
supposed to use it to hide an extra car key under the 
bumper in case you lock yourself out of the car. I 
intended to hide it under the bumper, but it wouldn't 
contain a car key.

By the time I had completed my preparations it was 
nearly five in the afternoon and I was getting hungry. 
I had a big dinner at the motel restaurant and went to 
my room. I took off my clothes and stood naked in front 
of the full length mirror. I liked what I saw. I had 
small, but perky breasts. My legs were firm and solid 
and there was no sign of a bulge in my stomach. The vee 
between my legs was covered with a soft, thin down. All 
in all, I looked like the very pretty sixteen year old 
girl that I was.

I took a long, lingering shower, called the front desk 
to get a wakeup call at ten that evening and sprawled 
out, still naked, on the bed. I was asleep within 
minutes.

When the walkup call came, it took me a few seconds to 
realize where I was. I quickly recovered from that and 
turned on the bedside light. I laid back and felt sleep 
begin to overtake me. I realized just in time what was 
happening and quickly jumped up. I thought about what I 
was about to do and fear knotted up in my stomach. At 
the same time, my pussy was wetter than it had ever 
been - since Bill that is.

I happened to remember, and called my parents to tell 
them that I would be spending the weekend with a friend 
at their summer cabin. They wanted to know the number, 
but I told them that there was no phone and I would 
call them on Monday when I got home.

I dressed very carefully. I chose white nylon panties 
and a white cotton bra. Over that I wore a see-threw 
white blouse and a mid-length black skirt. Saddle shoes 
and bobby socks completed the arrangement.

I sat down before the mirror, applied a base coat and 
just a slight amount of rouge. I chose a bright red 
lipstick which I applied liberally. I pulled my hair 
back into a ponytail, dropped the motel key into the 
metal box, placed it in my purse, and walked out the 
door, locking it behind me.

I was almost shaking with fear as I placed the metal 
box behind the front bumper of my car. As I arose, I 
wasn't sure my legs were going to hold me up. I stood 
there for a few moments until I got hold of myself and 
then walked down the sidewalk resolutely toward the 
area I had examined previously.

About half-way there I spotted a small diner. I went in 
and ordered a hamburger, fries, and a Coke. I noticed 
that some of the men in the place were looking at me 
strangely, but I chose to ignore them. I completed the 
hamburger and fries. I lingered over the Coke for a 
long time wondering if I had the courage to face what I 
wanted to do. 

I knew it was dangerous and I wondered idly if I would 
come back alive to eat here again. I almost felt like a 
condemned man eating his last meal. I realized that I 
was putting off the inevitable and finally arose and 
walked out the door. I walked determinedly toward my 
goal.

It was a warm, pleasant night, but I hardly noticed. 
There was one lone street light in the last three 
blocks, the others having been long ago shot out. Ahead 
of me, the red neon sign blurted out "SAM'S BAR". I 
managed to reach it without incident. I stood outside 
it trying to summon my courage. Outwardly, I may have 
appeared calm, but I was shaking all over inside. 
Finally, taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open 
and walked in.

Inside, it was fairly dark except for a light over a 
table in the far left hand corner. I saw that there 
were three black men sitting around it playing cards. 
At a table in front of them, a pretty black lady was 
sitting quietly drinking a beer. To my right was a long 
bar with an older white man standing behind it. He 
looked to be about fifty and had a huge pot belly. 
Looking around, I didn't see anybody else.

I took a deep breath. It smelled like piss, stale beer, 
and sweat. I kind of nauseated me. The crotch of my 
panties was so wet that I was almost afraid I had peed 
myself. I walked to the third stool in and hopped up on 
it. The bartender approached. "What can I do for you?"

I jumped as his deep voice penetrated the silence. 
"Give me a draft beer," I said shakily.

He looked at me critically. "How old are you, girl?"

"Twenty-one," I lied.

"Can I see some identification."

"I don't have any," I said truthfully. I had left my 
driver's license and anything else that might identify 
me back at the motel.

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to leave. I could lose my 
license."

I felt an arm and a hand come around my shoulder. "Now, 
Pete, if the lady says she's twenty-one, she's twenty-
one." I looked up to see who had spoken. It was one of 
the black men from the table in the back.

I looked back to the bartender. "Whatever you say, 
Tom," he said pushing a glass of beer in front of me. 
There was sweat running down his face and he looked 
really scared. But that was okay because so was I.

Tom picked up my beer with his left hand and twirled me 
around and off of the bar stool, his right hand still 
being around my shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you 
to Linda. I bet the two of you have a lot in common."

"Wait," I mumbled. "I have to pay for my drink." I 
tried to turn back, but he held me firm steering me 
toward the table where the young black girl was 
sitting.

"Tonight's ladies night and all drinks for pretty 
ladies are free," he said. Over his shoulder he said, 
"Isn't that right, Pete."

"Whatever you say, Tom." I almost felt sorry for him.

We reached the table where the girl was sitting. 
"Linda," Tom started. "I'd like you to meet…" He looked 
at me blankly. "Just what is you name anyway?"

"Lisa," I said timidly.

He sat me down in the chair beside Linda rather 
forcefully. "Anyway, Lisa's decided to join our little 
party tonight," he said and returned to the table and 
his game.

Once it got quiet again, Linda said quietly, "I'm 
really glad you're here. When I have take all three of 
these guys by myself, I'm so sore it's unbelievable. If 
it were only one time a piece it wouldn't be so bad, 
but these fuckers go on and on. Tom always fucks at 
least five times before he's done. George is good for 
at least three or four and Eric is at least two. You're 
going to have one sore pussy by the time the night's 
over, but with the two of us it won't be so bad."

As I sat listening, my mouth dropped open. "You 
mean…they're going to…force us," I asked timidly.

"If they have to. I've learned its better if you just 
go with the flow and let them do whatever they want."

Now I was terrified. I stood up. "I've got to go," I 
said excitedly. I turned to walk toward the door. I 
hadn't taken three steps when Tom was on me. He 
literally picked me up from behind pinning my arms to 
my sides. I struggled as hard as I could, but he was so 
much bigger than me that it was futile.

He looked over to the bartender. "Close up and get 
lost, Pete. We're going to start early tonight."

I heard blinds being drawn as I was carried over to the 
table where the other men were waiting. I was thrown 
unceremoniously on the table as small lights came on 
throughout the bar. As I heard the front door close and 
latch, large black hands were pawing at my tits.

I struggled like a wild cat. I was jerking and wiggling 
and begging. Oh how I was begging.

"NO, PLEASE NO! DON'T! OH GOD! PLEASE DON'T!"

George was standing beside me mauling my tits. Chico 
was holding my left ankle and Tom was holding my right, 
spreading me wide. I knew that my skirt had ridden up 
almost to my waist and that they were looking right at 
the crotch of my little white panties. 

I was embarrassed, not so much from the fact that they 
could see my panties, but because they could also see 
the wet spot there from where my juices were flowing so 
rapidly. I rolled a little to my left and punched 
George in the face as hard as I could.

"You little bitch," he snarled. He hit me on the side 
of the face hard enough that I was sure he had loosened 
some teeth.

"Grab her hands on hold her," Tom yelled. I tried to 
keep my arms and hands free, but in the end he had them 
pulling them above my head.

In the tussle for my hands, Chico had loosened his grip 
on my left ankle. I pulled free and kicked in the 
chest, knocking him back. I rolled to my right and 
brought my left foot as hard as I could against Tom's 
face. 

He flinched, but didn't let go. I could see blood 
running down his right cheek where my buckle had caught 
him. Chico was back, grabbed my left ankle again and I 
was right back where I had started from. I lay there 
gasping for breath and sobbing softly.

"Linda," Tom barked. "Get your black ass over here and 
hold her hands. And if you let go, I'll cut your tits 
off." I felt Georges had hands being replace by Linda's 
softer ones.

"I told you it would be easier if you just cooperated," 
Linda said quietly.

George was standing at my right now. He gripped the top 
of my blouse and pulled. I heard buttons popping as it 
pulled open. I heard the click as he opened his 
switchblade. 

"Oh God," I thought. "He's going to kill me." 

Instead he slipped the blade between the cups of my 
bra, cut it open. He closed the knife and slipped it 
back in his pocket. The cups were move away and my tits 
were naked for all to see. He grabbed them and twisted 
so hard that I thought he was going to twist them right 
off. I was screaming now.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Quit playing with the slut's tits and hold this leg," 
Tom barked.

George grabbed the leg Tom had been holding and Tom 
stepped between my legs. I felt Tom grabbing the crotch 
of my panties. He ripped them from my body taking some 
of my pubic hair along with and I was naked except for 
my skirt bunched around my waist and my spread open 
blouse.

I watched numbly as Tom undid his belt and dropped his 
pants to the floor. My mouth dropped open in horror 
when his erect penis sprang into view. It must have 
been at least nine inches long and as big around as my 
wrist. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen and I 
knew that there was no way it was going to fit inside 
me.

He saw the look of horror on my face. He laughed. "Man, 
I'll tell you, there's nothing I like more than tearing 
apart a little white girl's cunt."

"Pleaaase," I begged pitifully. "It's too big. It will 
never fit."

He grinned. "Then I guess we'll just have to make it 
fit." Then to the men holding my ankles, "Spread her 
wide boys, I'm going to go deep."

George and Chico pulled on my legs until they were 
almost at a ninety degree angle from my body. I felt 
the big knob of his huge cock pressing against my tiny 
pussy hole. He pushed and, unbelievably, the head was 
inside of me. I felt stretched beyond what was humanly 
possible. I screamed.

"OH GOD. STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE TEARING ME 
APART. I CAN'T TAKE IT! AAAAAAIIIIIEEE!!"

He grinned down at me evilly. Sure you can slut. Get 
ready cause there's a lot more to come. With that he 
lunged forward again.

I screamed and screamed. Tears were running down my 
face uncontrollably. I looked down between my legs. 
Surely there couldn't be any more. To my horror I saw 
that there was still another inch and a half to go. He 
was already banging against my cervix. There wasn't any 
place for any more to go.

He withdrew slightly and lunged forward again. I felt 
something tearing inside me as he tore through my 
cervix and into my uterus. I screamed again and then 
everything went black.

I returned to consciousness as the beer somebody had 
thrown into my face streamed down my cheeks mingling 
with my tears. I had never felt so stuffed in my entire 
life. He was holding still inside me apparently not 
wanting me to miss any of the pain he was bringing me.

When he saw that I was conscious again, he began 
fucking in and out of me. I was in unbelievable pain 
and, yet, through the pain I could feel the start of 
the biggest orgasm of my life approaching. 

I suddenly realized that my legs were free. I wrapped 
my legs around him and began humping against him as he 
fucked and fucked and fucked.

"OH, YESSSS! FUCK ME GOOD YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLACK 
STALLION!" I was moaning incoherently from the pain and 
yet loving every minute of it.

I felt something probing at my lips and I looked up to 
see George's cock pressing against them. I opened my 
mouth and took him inside. In the background I could 
hear Chico cursing at Linda as he fucked her brutally.

I didn't care about her. All I could think about was 
the beautiful cocks that were bring me such pain and 
pleasure. I was glad that Bill had taught me so well 
about cock sucking. I relaxed my throat muscles and 
felt George plunge down it length. Within seconds he 
was pouring his cum directly into my stomach. And still 
Tom was above me plunging and plunging and plunging.

I really threw myself into it now. Meeting Tom's every 
stroke with my upward ass movement. I felt him grow and 
stiffen in side me. That was enough. It drove me over 
the edge.

"OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING SO GOOD! YES! YES! YES!"

The rest of the evening is pretty much of a haze. It 
was just one orgasm after another, each it seemed 
better than the last. I know that both Chico and George 
fucked me in the ass and Tom took my mouth at least 
once. I remember that because I thought my throat was 
going to spit open with that massive cock pushing down 
it.

I felt someone shaking me. I looked up sleepily and saw 
Linda staring down at me. "You've got to get out of 
here," she whispered. "If you're still here when they 
wake up, they'll kill you."

I looked around groggily. The men were passed out in 
various places around the bar. Apparently the 
combination of all the booze and sex had finally worn 
them out.

I tried to climb to my feet, but my legs were so weak 
that I couldn't make it. With Linda's help I finally 
got up. I hurt all over, even in places where I didn't 
know I had places. My skirt was still bunched up around 
my waist. It was stiff with dried cum and blood. I 
looked around and found my blouse. It had a tear in one 
side and there were no buttons, but if I held it shut 
at least it would cover my tits. I found my shoes and 
slipped into them. It wasn't much, but it was the best 
I could do under the circumstances.

I was ready to go. I quietly opened the door and was 
ready to slip out when I had a thought. I turned to 
Linda. "What about you?" I whispered.

"They won't hurt me much," she whispered back.

I looked at her questioningly. "To begin with I'm their 
fuck slut and secondly, I'm Tom's sister. Now get out 
of here," she hissed. I closed the door quietly.

I looked around. It was still dark. I guessed it would 
be around 5:00 a.m. I took a step toward the motel and 
almost collapsed. The pain that shot through my pussy 
and ass hole was unbelievable. I took another step with 
the same result. I stepped keeping my legs far apart. 
It still hurt but at least it was bearable.

Slowly, painfully, I made my way back to the motel. I 
retrieved the key and made it into my room without 
incident. I collapsed on the bed and fell into a long, 
fitful sleep. When I finally awoke, it was six o'clock 
Saturday afternoon. I lay awake for several minutes, 
hurting. Hurting hell…it felt like my body had been run 
over by a steam roller... twice. 

Painfully, I rolled to my back. I reached between my 
legs and flicked my clit a couple of times. I 
immediately went into a long, painful, beautiful 
orgasm. My body shook all over and then it started 
again…and again. It was as if my body was nothing but 
one long painful orgasm. Slowly though, probably 
because my poor body was too exhausted to go on, the 
orgasms became less and less intense and, finally, they 
stopped completely. I lay there gasping for breath 
until finally my breathing returned to normal. I 
immediately fell back to sleep.

When I awoke again, it must have been around midnight 
because it was dark outside and my room was completely 
dark. For a second I didn't know where I was and then I 
remembered. The pain had retreated to a dull all over 
ache. With difficulty, I rolled onto my side, reached 
for the bedside lamp and flicked it on.

The sudden influx of light blinded me for a second. I 
closed my eyes and then carefully opened them again. I 
sat up on the side of the bed with my legs dangling 
over the side, my feet on the floor. With more pain 
than I had felt since I woke up, I stood up and walked 
to the bathroom. I flicked on the light.

When I turned to the mirror above the sink, I was 
shocked. The image that stared back at me was no longer 
the beautiful sixteen year old girl that it had been 
when I left the previous night.

My hair was a tangled mess. There was a nasty bruise at 
the corner of my mouth and dried cum covered my cheeks 
and around my chin and lips. I covered my eyes with my 
hands. Oh God, I thought. What did I do. I didn't want 
to see anymore. Tears began to well in my eyes.

Finally, I removed my hands to examine the rest of me. 
My tits were nothing but one total mess of black and 
blue. There were teeth marks around the nipples of both 
of them. I looked lower. My pussy was totally covered 
with a crust of dried blood and cum. My thighs were 
bruised with spots of blood and cum covering parts of 
the bruising. 

I reached down and pulled the scab away from on top of 
my pussy. That really hurt because some hair came along 
with it, but I knew it had to be done. I gently pushed 
a finger inside myself to see what additional damage 
have been done. I shouldn't have done that because I 
immediately went into another massive orgasm.

When I finally calmed down I was lying on the bathroom 
floor. I climbed back to my feet and looked over my 
shoulder to examine my ass. Like my tits, it was black 
and blue although not quite as bad. There was a huge 
hand print on either cheek. I remembered with a shudder 
how bad it had hurt when Tom had taken me with that 
huge cock of his in that tiny little hole. I spread the 
cheeks and was shocked to see that my ass hole was 
still gapping open a little. I wondered if it would 
ever go back to normal.

I took a long shower and felt immensely better 
afterward. After fixing my hair up a little, I went 
back in the bedroom and collapsed naked upon it. I was 
asleep almost immediately.

I awoke around noon on Sunday, checked out of the motel 
and drove home. By the time my parents returned home 
about two weeks later, I was almost back to normal. I 
had returned to work and it was as if what had happened 
had never occurred.


Epilogue


Well, that's my story. About six months after the 
events I have related, I returned to that same bar. 
They actually seemed glad to see me, but that didn't 
keep them from taking me like the slut that I am.

I graduated from high school near the top of my class. 
I college I graduated summa cum laude with a degree in 
economics. I landed a position with a top flight 
company and have an opportunity to go to the top. I'm 
that sweet little girl in finance who never seems to be 
able to land a boyfriend. Not a one of them suspects my 
darker side.

Yet, about every six months, when the pressure become 
too great, I go to some nearby city and put myself in a 
position where violent men will take me mercilessly. 
Occasionally, I will find myself so bruised and 
battered that I have to take off work for a few days. 

Of course the nice people at work feel sorry that I am 
not feeling well since I'm normally there every day and 
will work late at the drop of a hat. One of these day 
I'm going to me a man who is too violent and he will 
kill me. I'll be dead?

OH GOD, SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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