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The Bus Stop in Hell
By Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

Two young girls take a bus downtown to get their work 
permits and get off at the wrong bus stop. They are 
kidnapped and tormented by an inner-city gang. (M+/ff-
teens, nc, rp, bi, oral, anal, intr, huml, beast)

***

It was our first time using the city bus system and it 
was pretty confusing. Karin and I were on our way down 
to the State Employment Office in the city to apply for 
our work permit. We had both just turned sixteen. 
School let out for the summer yesterday and we both 
wanted to get summer jobs. If we went downtown it was 
usually with our parents for some special event or 
other. For the most part though, we avoided downtown. 

We had gotten directions from the internet and we knew 
which buses to take, but not where to get off. When we 
got on the bus we asked the driver if he would tell us 
where our stop was and he smiled and said, "Sure thing 
little lady, it would be my pleasure."

We took the nearest empty seat to the driver, about 
four rows back and since he was going to tell us where 
to get off we talked excitedly about what we were going 
to do with all of the money we were going to make and 
ignored where we were going. 

I did notice one strange thing. After we sat down the 
driver made a cell phone call. I didn't think that they 
could do that! Since I had never ridden the bus before 
though, and since we needed him to tell us where we 
were supposed to get off, I thought it best to keep my 
mouth shut.

We were both uncomfortable anyway, because we were the 
only white people on the bus. We tried to act like 
everything was normal, but we did feel a little 
uncomfortable. We got some funny looks from the other 
passengers. I guess a lot of white girls didn't ride 
the bus in this part of town.

Karin and I were talking quietly when the bus came to a 
stop and the driver called out, "Ladies, this is your 
stop."

We got up quickly and hurried off the bus, thanking him 
politely as we got off and being careful on the steep 
stairs.

As soon as we were on the sidewalk the door closed and 
the bus drove off. We took one look around and we knew 
he had let us off at the wrong stop. We were in the 
middle of a slum! 

There was no traffic on the street. The stores that 
lined the street were all boarded up and deserted. The 
only people we saw were some very rough looking young 
men that were standing around staring at us.

I yelled at the bus to wait, but it just kept going. I 
saw a woman near the back of the bus looking back and 
shaking her head, that didn't make me feel any better.

Karin and I didn't know what to do. We obviously 
couldn't stay here and wait for the next bus. This was 
a dangerous part of town for two young white girls to 
be standing around in but we didn't know which way to 
go. Everywhere we looked it looked like some kind of 
war zone as far as we could see in every direction. 

We were both keeping our eyes on the group of young men 
standing around us and smiling, but they were not 
friendly smiles. It looked like they were getting 
closer, closing in around us, and we were both 
terrified.

One of the boys called out to us and asked us what we 
were doing on their turf.

I tried to keep my voice steady as I answered, "I think 
we got off at the wrong stop. We are looking for the 
Employment Office and the bus driver told us that this 
was our stop."

The boy that was doing the talking said, "Oh, you girls 
got off at the wrong stop alright. You need to go that 
way about a block," and he pointed down an alley.

I shook my head and said, "I don't think so. We are 
just going to wait here for the next bus."

The boy, well, young man really, who seemed to be in 
his early twenties now that I took a closer look at 
him, came closer and put his arm around my shoulder and 
said, "Don't be silly girl, you can't stand around 
here. This is a bad neighborhood. A couple of pretty 
white girls like you are just asking for trouble 
hanging around here. You better come with me and let me 
set you straight."

I tried to stand still, but he was much stronger and 
soon he was guiding me down that narrow alley. I heard 
Karin being pulled along behind, and all the rest of 
the kids were following.

At first I just let myself be led quietly, but soon I 
was pleading with him to let me go. I told him I didn't 
want to go with them and that I was scared, and I was. 
I was terrified in fact. I was more scared than I had 
ever been in my life.

I could hear Karin behind me and it sounded like she 
was crying. I looked back and another of the punks had 
his arm around her shoulder, but his hand was on her 
breast and I could she his fingers closing tightly over 
it.

There was no way that we could fight them. There were 
at least a dozen of them. It was beginning to dawn on 
me now that we were going to be raped. This was not the 
way that I had planned on losing my virginity. I wasn't 
so much worried about that now as I was afraid that 
when they were finished raping us they would kill us. 
We were both too young to die.

The alley, just like the street where we had gotten off 
the bus, was covered in cryptic graffiti, and there was 
trash everywhere. The smell was awful, but the boys 
didn't seem to notice.

When we were half way down the alley we were pulled in 
through a dingy, steel door and into a large room. 
Inside there were tables and chairs and old sofas that 
had obviously been rescued from the garbage. There was 
a large group of people already inside and when I saw 
the way that they reacted to our being brought in I got 
the distinct impression that they were expecting us! 

The crowd now swelled to close to thirty people. They 
were mostly men and boys, but there were a half a dozen 
slutty looking young black women too. Karin and I were 
the only white faces in the room. 

There was rap music coming from a huge boom-box as we 
entered, it was so loud it hurt my ears. As soon as we 
stepped inside the music was turned off and everyone 
turned to look at us.

The boys and men were a wide range of ages. Most of 
them seemed to be in their teens and twenties, but I 
could see boys that looked as young as ten or eleven, 
and a few men that seemed to be as old as forty.

Karin and I were taken before a man that sitting in a 
large, overstuffed chair that sat along the far wall 
drinking a beer. We were left standing in front of the 
man as he sipped his beer and looked us over with an 
amused look on his face. The boys that had brought us 
in with their arms around us released us and stepped 
back. 

Nobody spoke for a minute as the guy, who was 
apparently in charge looked us up and down, obviously 
undressing us with his eyes. He was in his late 
twenties, very dark skinned, and covered with tattoos 
and scars like most of the others.

He leaned forward and took my purse out of my hand and 
then grabbed Karin's from her. I was so scared that my 
knees were shaking and Karin was just as scared as I 
was. She reached out and took my hand and we stood 
there waiting while the leader opened our purses and 
took out our student ID cards. 

He looked at the IDs and at us and he smiled. Then he 
read from my ID, "Amanda Guess, it says here you are 
sixteen years old and a student at St. Phillip's. Girl, 
I don't have to guess, I'm going to find out for sure 
in just a minute!"

Then he looked at Karin's ID and read off, "Karin 
Brock, also sixteen, and also a St. Phillip's student, 
a couple of West Side girls. What are you bitches doing 
on our block?"

I was so terrified I couldn't talk, I tried, but 
nothing came out. Someone stepped up behind me and 
grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and said, 
"Speak up bitch! The man asked you a fucking question!"

I groaned and tried again, this time managing to 
stutter out something about going to the Employment 
Office to get our work permits and that we had been 
told to get off at the wrong stop.

I heard a lot of quiet laughter behind me, but the 
leader just looked up at me and said, "Girl, you don't 
need a permit, my boys and I are going to put you to 
work. And we aren't big on paperwork."

That was cause for more laughter from the crowd and I 
heard Karin beside me start to pray. 

The leader looked at Karin and said, "You can pray as 
long and loud as you want, you stupid cunt, but your 
god doesn't answer prayers around here." Then he went 
on to say, "I am going to offer you girls a choice. 
When I get tired of you I may let you go. If I do, you 
will probably want some clothes to wear home. So if you 
want, I will let you undress for us. Or, if you would 
prefer, my boys can just tear off your clothing and you 
can leave here naked. I don't really care much either 
way. You don't have much time to think it over though, 
in fact, none at all. Either start stripping or my boys 
will do it for you."

I had to struggle to get my hand away from Karin, and I 
slowly started to unbutton my blouse. Karin wasn't 
moving and the leader nodded at a clump of his gang and 
they started to grab her and tear her clothes off. As 
the first of the buttons on her blouse started flying 
off she screamed, "I'll do it, stop, I'll do it!"

The leader held his hand up and the boys stepped back 
again. I was still slowly unbuttoning my blouse seconds 
later when he said, "Hold on girls. Some of my boys 
can't see. He nodded at his gang members again and we 
were both manhandled up onto a couple of nearby sturdy 
tables, but not without a great deal of rough groping.

I heard Karin crying as she undressed on the next table 
and I realized that I had tears running down my cheeks 
too. The crowd had stepped back and I kept my head 
down, trying not to notice the looks of lust in the 
crowd of violent young men that were everywhere around 
us.

I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and dropped it on 
the edge of the table. Someone immediately grabbed it 
and I forced my shaking hands to unfasten my skirt and 
dropped it where I had dropped my blouse. It too 
disappeared instantly.

I stepped out of my shoes and reached into the 
waistband of my pantyhose and pulled them down to my 
thighs and then rolled them down my legs, nearly 
falling as I stepped out of them.

I felt nearly naked already. I was wearing only my 
demure, but lacy and feminine bra and panty set. They 
were my most attractive underwear. I had worn them for 
the confidence that I was sure that they would give me. 

I reached behind me for the clasp of my bra and 
struggled with it for a long time. My hands were 
shaking violently and it took me several attempts to 
unfasten it. I had never been naked in front of anyone 
except the other girls in gym class, and seldom in 
front of them. Karin and I attended an expensive all 
girl Catholic high school. One of the things that they 
stressed there was modesty. We had changing booths and 
individual shower stalls. It was inevitable that we 
would be seen naked on occasion, but it was a very rare 
occasion. I had certainly never been seen naked by 
anyone of the opposite sex.

Unlike me, Karin was not a virgin. She had a boyfriend, 
and she had recently gone all the way with him, very 
recently. She told me about it the next day. It was 
exciting, but he had not seen her naked, and she had 
not seen him either, her eyes were closed the entire 
time. She hadn't even touched him with her fingers!

I could hear the rude, nasty remarks from the boys that 
were standing around on all sides watching us humiliate 
ourselves for their amusement. I tried to shut them out 
though. I was already terrified enough. 

I was down to my last garment now. I glanced at Karin 
and saw that she was still lagging behind me. She was 
just now pulling her pantyhose down. She was crying so 
hard that she was having a lot of trouble getting them 
off.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and 
slowly pulled them down and stepped out of them. They 
too disappeared as soon as I dropped them on the table. 
I stood there now, naked, waiting for what was 
obviously coming next.

I could feel the eyes of the large crowd of rough boys 
and men as they burned holes in my naked body. There 
was nothing I could do to defend myself. I just stood 
there now, with my hands at my side and waited. I was 
in no hurry to move on to the next stage of this 
horrible gang rape.

I glanced over and saw Karin struggle with her panties 
and as I watched her remove them out of the corner of 
my eye, I felt a large, rough hand grasp my thigh and 
move slowly up the back of my leg. It ended up on the 
right cheek of my butt and gripped it tightly for a 
moment. 

I had been touched by a man for the first time. It sent 
shivers of dread through my body, but I knew that it 
was not going to be the last time today that a man 
would touch my body.

Karin was finally naked and standing on her table 
nearby. She was attempting to use her hands to cover 
her breasts and her pubic area as much as possible. My 
breasts were only B cups, but hers were a large C cup, 
and she was awfully proud of them. They were getting 
the most attention now and I felt guilty for being glad 
that they liked her better. Not that I thought it would 
make a difference.

I heard the leader speak from behind me and I suddenly 
realized that it was his hand that had grabbed my butt. 
He asked, "Ladies, I hate to embarrass you with 
personal questions, but I would like to know if you are 
both virgins?"

I whispered, "I am."

Karin just shook her head.

The leader said, "Karin! I'm shocked! A good Catholic 
girl like you is not a virgin? Tell me Karin, who took 
your cherry, and when?"

Karin groaned in agony at having to discuss it with 
him, and in front of a room full of hoodlums. But she 
managed to sob out, "I made love to my boyfriend, Jack 
Abramoff. We did it three weeks ago in the back seat of 
his car. But we only did it once!"

The leader reached up and put his hands around my waist 
and lifted me easily off of the table and set me on my 
feet on the floor. He put his arm around my shoulder 
and his hand rested on my breast, which he fondled 
absently. Then he said to the boys in the room, you 
guys can get started on her, but be gentle with her, 
she is almost a virgin. 

There was a lot of laughter and we stood watching, he 
in amusement, me in horror, as Karin was roughly pulled 
down and placed on her back on the table. Two men held 
her arms over her head and two others grabbed her legs 
and spread them out as one of the older men walked up 
between her thighs and ran his hands over her body.

Karin cried out in pain as he roughly forced a large 
finger into her tight, dry vagina and attempted to work 
it in and out. He got a look of disgust on his face and 
he bent down and licked her there, while hands reached 
out from both sides to grasp and squeeze her large 
breasts. 

She was totally helpless, all she could do was turn her 
head from side to side and pray, which amused the men 
that were close enough to hear her.

We stood watching until the first man forced his very 
large cock into Karin's vagina. I saw her tense up in 
pain and the chords on her neck stood out for a moment. 
Then I was led back to the chair the leader had been 
sitting in.

He pulled his t-shirt off, and then his pants and his 
shorts, and then he sat back down. He leered up at me 
and said, "Okay bitch, come over here and stand between 
my legs."

I moved into position and he reached up and started 
exploring my body with his hands. Several of his gang 
came over and sat nearby to watch. The crowd around 
Karin was so large that they couldn't see her.

After a moment he tried to insert a finger into my 
pussy, but it was just as dry, and just as tight as 
Karin's. He tried forcing it in for a minute, and then 
he pulled it back and spit on his fingers and spread 
his slimy spit on my tight slit. Then he started 
forcing his finger into me until he reached my hymen.

He stopped when he reached that barrier, and smiled up 
at me and said, "I am so glad you weren't lying to me 
bitch. I get a real hardon for cherry young white 
bitches. Now here is what is going to happen." As he 
talked he sawed his finger in and out of me, stopping 
just short of my hymen each time.

"You are going to straddle my legs and wrap your tight 
little cunt around my cock and fuck me until I fill 
your sweet ass with my cum. Do you have any questions?"

I sobbed quietly and shook my head. Then I waited for 
him to remove his finger from me.

He stroked it into me for a few more moments, and then 
he pulled it out and sat back to watch. I straddled his 
large thighs and moved up to where his large cock was 
standing up and throbbing. I reached down and touched a 
male organ for the first time in my life. 

It seemed very large but, except for the one that was 
raping my best friend, I had never seen a penis before, 
so I really didn't know how it measured up. I guided 
the head of it to my opening and slowly, awkwardly, 
began lowering myself onto it. 

Once I had it started, I put my arms out and held onto 
the arms of the chair to steady myself. His penis had 
reached my hymen and I stopped for a moment to gather 
my courage. 

As I stood there in that ungainly position, half 
squatting with the head of his large, black cock lodged 
in my virgin slit, readying myself, I heard Karin 
screaming again. I couldn't look around, I didn't know 
if it was another man raping her, or one of the rough 
hands that were torturing her breasts, she had been 
crying out from time to time since her rape had 
started.

I finally took a deep breath and let myself drop down 
on the leader's sex organ and I felt it bury itself in 
me. It went much deeper than I had anticipated. It hurt 
like hell, and I squealed, but I had to admit that it 
wasn't as bad as I had feared it would be. It hurt 
though. It hurt a lot, and I felt stretched to the 
point of tearing by that huge male organ. It was buried 
in me to the hilt and now I was afraid to move.

I had come to a stop when the lips of my vagina were 
nestled in his pubic hair and rubbing against his pubic 
bone. He was grinning at me, evilly, enjoying the hell 
out of my pain and my degradation.

He let me adjust to his invasion of my body for a 
moment, but I doubted that he was a patient person, and 
I wanted this over with as soon as possible. Once the 
initial sharp pain had passed I started bouncing up and 
down on his penis, and he was instantly entranced by 
the way my breasts bounced right in front of his face.

This was very awkward, very difficult. My legs were 
straining around his thighs and it was difficult to 
push myself back off of his organ after each down 
stroke. I learned that fear can make you do things that 
you would never have thought that you could.

I was more and more aware of the crowd that was 
gathering around me, watching me bounce up and down on 
this man's penis, and making the most obscene remarks. 
They all stayed back though, so that, unlike Karin, I 
only had to deal with that one invasion of my body, 
that one invasion of my dignity.

I was starting to get very tired, and my legs were just 
about to give out when he said, "Okay bitch, I'm just 
about there, pick up the pace a little." As he spoke he 
reached up and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them 
hard, and used them to guide me up and down on his lap, 
faster and faster.

I felt him lift his hips under me several times and 
then he squeezed my breasts so hard that I thought he 
was going to damage them. This was all new to me and at 
first I didn't even realize that he was having an 
orgasm, filling my freshly raped vagina with his slimy 
ejaculate. 

When it was over I wanted to collapse, roll up in a 
ball and cry my eyes out. Somehow I knew that was a 
luxury that I would not be permitted.

I was right. As soon as he had finished using me he 
pushed me away. I would have fallen on my backside on 
the floor, but the crowd of men that had gathered 
around caught me and carried me back to the table where 
I had undressed for their amusement. As they carried me 
their hands were all over me. I even felt a finger 
forcing itself into my butt!

I was briefly able to look over and see Karin. As I 
looked, a new man was moving between her legs with his 
sex organ leading the way to her vagina, which already 
looked red and raw. There was a small puddle of body 
fluids on the table under her and I wondered how many 
men had already taken her. She wasn't fighting them 
now. She had a blank look in her eyes as the man moved 
into position and roughly thrust himself into her. He 
drove his penis into her all the way to the hilt in one 
violent thrust. 

She grunted in pain, but that was her only reaction. 
Then the hands reached out for her breasts again as she 
submitted to her next rape.

That was all that I had time to see. I was tossed onto 
my back on the table and I was suddenly grateful that 
my vagina was full of semen. A large, brutal looking 
man walked up, pushed himself through the other rapists 
who were impatiently waiting their turns, and drove his 
penis into me in one savage stroke.

I cried out in pain, and that brought a smile to his 
cruel features. He reached down and grabbed my thighs 
and pulled my legs up to his shoulders and started 
brutally driving into me, causing me to grunt loudly 
with each stroke. Now it was my turn to experience what 
Karin had been subjected to from the beginning. The 
hands began to move over my breasts. They were not 
gentle. They squeezed and twisted and pulled and seemed 
determined to cause me pain. 

One of the other older men was near my head and he 
grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back 
and kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and 
raped me with his tongue. Then he pulled back and 
whispered in my ear, telling me all of the terrible 
things that they were going to do to me. The reaction 
that he got must have been just what he was looking 
for. He seemed pleased.

I tried to get out of here in my mind. I wanted 
desperately not to think about, not to know what was 
happening to me, what these men and boys were doing to 
my young body. I couldn't. Every time I tried to 
meditate my way out of my body someone did something to 
hurt me, to cause me to cry out and come rushing back 
to the present. Every person that touched my breast 
seemed to want only to cause me pain. My nipples were 
sometimes pulled as though one of the men was trying to 
pull me right up off of the table using them as a 
handle.

I gave up eventually, and just prayed softly as the 
rape went on and on without pause. Well, not totally 
without pause. After every two or three men had taken 
me, one of the young black girls was called over to 
wipe my thighs and my groin clean with a rough towel.

I looked up at them the first few times, expecting to 
see sympathy, concern, anything but the obvious glee 
that they were taking from the way that we were being 
used. I just couldn't understand how a young woman 
could take so much pleasure from this horrible gang 
rape.

I suppose that there was such a universe of difference 
between my life and theirs that they hated me for the 
life I lived just as much as they would have hated me 
if I had actually done something to them. They hated me 
for who I was. I was a West Side girl, a preppy young 
girl of privilege. I wasn't. My family was poor. They 
must have thought that everyone from the West Side 
lived a life of privilege.

I wasn't counting the men that raped me. I would glance 
at them, curiously, usually just before they entered my 
body. I noticed that they were getting younger and 
younger as time passed. There must have been a lot of 
men that had already used me, because the ones using me 
now were all the younger boys, the bottom of the 
pecking order. All of them referred to me as a bitch or 
a cunt and to my vagina as a pussy or a cunt, usually a 
cunt. All of those weapons that they were stabbing me 
with were cocks.

I had gotten very sore as time passed, but after a 
couple of hours, just as I thought that I couldn't take 
another man into my body, I started getting numb. I 
still felt them driving into me brutally, but the pain 
in my vagina was lessening instead of growing now. I 
also noticed that the brutal torturing of my breasts 
had died down. They were still touching me, but the 
older ones that had been so brutal had already finished 
raping me and they were now just sitting around the 
room watching with amusement as the younger ones had 
their turns.

I tried to look over to see Karin, to see how she was 
doing, but I couldn't see her. We were both still 
surrounded by half naked young men. 

I glanced down after a very long time to see a young 
boy getting up on the table. He was obviously too young 
and too small to have sex with me while standing on the 
floor. He crawled up over me clumsily and rested his 
weight on me and started thrusting blindly, trying to 
get his sex organ, which I thought was surprisingly 
large for someone his age, into me. 

He finally found the right place and sighed with 
pleasure as he buried his organ in my body. I grunted 
in pain, it was worse with his entire weight on my 
body, even though he was a small boy. I doubt if he was 
older than ten or eleven.

I glanced at his face as he took me and I was disgusted 
by what I saw. He looked just as evil as all of the 
others, there was a look of hate on his face, and he 
was just a little boy.

I heard sobbing and looked over to see that Karin was 
alone now. She was lying on her back, unmoving, and 
crying her heart out. It broke my heart to see her like 
that, even though I was in the same condition.

The little boy on top of me sped up, as hard as that 
was to believe, and I felt him add his semen to the 
river of it that had already been deposited in my body. 
Or at least I guess that he did. I had assumed that 
boys that young were incapable of ejaculating. I don't 
know if that was just an assumption or if I read that 
somewhere.

I watched as he got off of me and several of his 
friends clapped him on the back and congratulated him. 
I gathered that I had been his first. I didn't know if 
that was first rape, his first rape of a white girl, or 
just his first time having sex.

The gang was all relaxing now, drinking various 
alcoholic beverages, even the young ones, and I could 
smell the sweet, noxious smell of marijuana in the air. 
It suddenly occurred to me that it wasn't over. I 
almost lost it when I realized that all of these men 
would use us again. In fact, they would probably take 
us over and over until they were tired of us.

I saw the door open, and I saw that it was still light 
outside. It was probably only early afternoon but I had 
no way of telling.

After I had laid there for a while on that table, long 
enough that I had gotten my crying under control, two 
of the girls came over to me, and two more went to 
Karin's table. They helped us stand up on the table and 
they put old cooking pots on the table between our legs 
and ordered us to squat down.

We allowed the fluids to drain out of us as some of the 
men, mostly the younger men, stood around and made 
crude, disgusting remarks. When the draining finally 
ended, we were told that if we had to pee, we had 
better do it then and there, because it might be a long 
time before we were allowed to use a bathroom.

I did have to pee. I just wasn't sure that I could do 
it with a room full of young men watching. I strained 
over the pot, and after a few tentative squirts, the 
urine came rushing out of me, splashing loudly into the 
cooking pot that was my toilet.

I heard a similar sound from Karin's table, but I just 
stared at the floor and tried not to think of all the 
people that were watching me in amusement.

When I had finished, the pot was removed and another, 
this one full of slightly warm water, was placed near 
my feet. I was handed a wash cloth and a small towel 
and ordered to clean myself. I was very aware of the 
dried, crusted fluids on my thighs, even my calves, and 
the crust that was covering my butt, all the way up to 
the base of my spine, from when my butt had been 
dragged through their ejaculate as it had drained out 
of me and onto the table while they raped me.

I wet the cloth I had been given and scrubbed my sore 
vagina, the insides of my legs all the way to my 
ankles, and finally my butt. As I scrubbed at the gross 
mess that covered the lower half of my body I was 
constantly made aware that my audience continued to 
watch in amusement and make disgusting comments. 
Everything that Karin and I did seemed to amuse them. 
If I were not a good Catholic girl I would have called 
them a bunch of sick bastards.

When I was as clean as I could get myself I toweled 
dry. As soon as I was finished I was pulled off of the 
table by a couple of large, muscular young men and 
carried back over to the leader, who was sitting in his 
chair drinking a beer and talking on a cell phone. He 
seemed to be the only one in the room that wasn't 
interested in every move that Karin and I made.

I was placed on my feet in front of the leader and in a 
moment Karin joined me. The crowd stood back again and 
I reached out and took Karin's hand and squeezed it. 
She squeezed back and we stood there waiting for 
whatever was to come. We were not in a hurry to find 
out what it would be.

The leader ended his phone call finally and called me 
closer by wiggling his finger at me. I had to force 
Karin to let my hand go again, and I took the two steps 
necessary to stand where the leader had indicated.

He looked up at me and smiled and asked, "You had a 
pretty rough morning slut, but you seemed to handle it 
alright. Are you all rested up and ready for the next 
round?"

I felt as though someone had just punched me in the 
stomach, even though I had known that it was coming. I 
shook my head, knowing that it wouldn't matter. He 
grinned and said, "Good, I like it more when you hate 
it."

One of the older men in the group was taking a seat on 
the couch nearby and watching the interaction between 
me and the leader.

The leader spread his legs and reached out and grabbed 
my hand and pulled me closer. Then he pulled me to my 
knees and asked, "How much do you know about sucking 
cocks, cunt?"

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had assumed that 
there would be another round of sex, normal sex. 
Perhaps the men that had not already taken me, the ones 
that had been with Karin during that first long rape, 
would now have their opportunity to abuse my body. I 
had not even considered this particular deviation. I 
knew about oral sex of course, but I had been taught 
that it was a perversion and I had sworn to myself that 
I would never do it for my husband, my husband being 
the only man that I ever intended to have sex with.

I knelt between the gang leader's thighs and I was so 
shocked that I didn't know what to say. His hand 
suddenly moved and struck my face brutally. He moved so 
fast that I didn't even see it happen.

I was knocked back on my butt and fell onto my back and 
before I had time to scream he had reached out and 
pulled me back to my knees between his thighs. "I asked 
you a question, god damn it!" he yelled angrily. "Don't 
make me repeat myself!"

I held my hand to my cheek and stared at him, 
marshalling my thoughts. I had never in my life been 
struck before. Now that I think about it, except on TV 
or in movies, I had never seen anyone struck before, 
except playfully. The violence of it was overwhelming. 
I was totally subdued.

I responded quickly, "I don't know much about it. I 
know that it is a sin. I know that it is when someone 
takes their partners sex organ into their mouth. I know 
I would never do it!"

The man smiled at me and talked to me like I was brain 
damaged. 

"Okay stupid," he said. "First of all, you are most 
definitely going to do it. You are going to do it a 
lot. Secondly, I do not want to hear you say the words 
'sex organ' again. From now on you call them what they 
are. You call them cocks, and cunts, and asses, or 
assholes. The stuff that comes out of cocks is cum. You 
are a pretty smart girl. You get the idea don't you?"

I nodded, but he was waiting for more. I was so afraid 
that he was going to hit me again that I tried to 
figure out what he wanted to say. Finally I said, 
"Sucking cocks is when a girl takes a guy's cock into 
her mouth and sucks on it."

He grinned at me, enjoying my discomfort. After a few 
moments he said, "That's part of it. You are going to 
have to do a hell of a lot more than suck on it. You 
use your mouth just like you would your cunt. You move 
your lips and tongue up and down and you use your hands 
on the cock in your mouth and on the guy's balls. After 
a man fills your mouth with his cum, you swallow it 
gratefully. You are grateful because it is an honor to 
have a man's cum in your mouth, or in your belly. Do 
you think you understand now? Or do you think I need to 
explain further?

I sighed and said, "I think I understand."

"Show me," he said.

I leaned forward and started to take his large penis, 
I'm sorry… I mean cock, into my mouth. But he stopped 
me.

"No, you stupid bitch!" he exclaimed. "I want some 
foreplay first. I'm a sensitive guy. You need to make 
me want it. Before you start sucking my cock I want you 
to kiss my balls and lick them. Get me hot for your 
sweet young ass."

I could smell his body odor. My face was inches from 
his crotch. Hygiene was not something that was high on 
his list of priorities. He had not cleaned himself 
since he took my virginity several hours ago. That 
didn't matter though. I was terrified and totally cowed 
and I didn't want him to slap me again. I leaned 
forward and started licking his large, hairy, black 
balls, licking and kissing and then licking some more. 

As I did I saw Karin beside me, on her knees between 
that other man's legs and doing the same thing to him. 
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to keep track of her. 
I watched as the leader's cock got harder and harder 
and I saw that it was nearly eight inches long, or at 
least as close as I could tell from this angle. It 
certainly seemed huge. 

I had had the chance to see a few others over the last 
few hours though, and I knew that it was not all that 
thick. I had taken many thicker ones into my vagina… I 
mean cunt.

Once I had liberally coated his balls with my saliva I 
looked up at him and he nodded. I opened my mouth and 
took the head of his cock into my mouth and tried to 
mimic the motion of a cunt moving up and down his cock, 
while at the same time I used my hands to stimulate 
that portion that I couldn't fit in my mouth. A 
significant portion, I might add.

Even though I only managed to take half of his cock 
between my lips, he watched with great pleasure, 
enjoying the sight of me struggling to please him. I 
did all the things that I could think of to please him, 
obeying every command, every suggestion, and eventually 
I saw him tensing up and moving his hips and I knew 
that he was going to cum in my mouth. 

I was terrified. But I was more terrified of failing 
than I was of having a mouthful of this cruel black 
man's cum. He made no effort to restrain me, or to hold 
my head in place. He seemed to know that his threat was 
enough. 

I felt the first spurts of foul tasting, smelly cum hit 
the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat and I 
gagged, but I held his cock in my mouth and worked my 
hands up an down rapidly, letting my mouth fill with 
his cum. When he was finished and he had pushed me away 
I swallowed it all. I gagged again, but just a little, 
fear can work wonders on you when you have a mouthful 
of cum. I swallowed it all, and then I licked the last 
couple of drops from the end of his cock without even 
being asked.

He patted my head and said, "You might just live after 
all, you stupid cunt."

Then things got rough again. I was taken back to the 
table where I had just been raped for so many hours and 
I was roughly placed on my back with my head hanging 
down over the side. 

As soon as I was in place, a line formed and men and 
boys started filling my mouth with cock. Because of the 
angle that they had placed me in on the table, I could 
see Karin, and I guess she had failed to swallow every 
drop of the load of cum that she had sucked from that 
man's cock, or something equally heinous. She was 
pulled up over the lap of the man whose cock she had 
been forced to suck and he was beating her butt, sorry, 
her ass, with a thick, metal studded, leather belt. 

Karin was screaming at the top of her lungs now, and 
the guys who were watching were going crazy. I didn't 
get to watch all of it. It turned out that there was a 
big disadvantage to the position that I was in. 

With my head hanging down, they all seemed to think 
that my mouth and my throat were all one large sex 
organ and they all kept forcing their cocks into my 
throat while they had sex with my mouth. I'm sorry, 
this is hard for me. They fucked my mouth and throat as 
if they were just another pussy. On every cock that 
entered my mouth I could taste the crud from the 
earlier round of fucking. 

Just like the first round, the boys that weren't having 
sex with me were torturing my already sore breasts. I 
was sure that if I lived through the night, my breasts 
would be black and blue. They were terribly swollen. 
Now that my pussy was not being used they had another 
way to torment me. Their rough hands tormented my 
already aching pussy constantly. Usually two or three 
of them at a time, especially the younger boys, pulled 
and twisted and teased my flesh without mercy.

Just like it had been in the first round or rapes, the 
older, usually better endowed men were taking advantage 
of me first. It was horrible, of course, and I 
struggled to breathe as they forced themselves into my 
throat and cut off my air supply. To keep my struggles 
from interfering with their pleasure, two of the men 
used short lengths of rope to restrain my arms, tying 
my wrists to the table legs. 

I was totally helpless now. One black cock after 
another was forced down my throat. My throat felt like 
it was on fire, but after a while I realized that at 
least this way, most of the men came with their cocks 
buried in my throat and I didn't taste anything, or 
have to swallow anything. It hurt like hell, but there 
was an advantage.

Eventually, Karin was secured to her table and some of 
the men moved over to line up for her. It still seemed 
to me that a majority of them were waiting to use my 
mouth. After a while, the ones that were a more average 
size weren't that hard to take. Every once in a while 
some man with a very fat cock would step up and fill my 
mouth with his meat and, after struggling for a while, 
they always managed to get it down my throat.

This time around though, there was no pause to allow 
the girls to step in and clean us because we swallowed 
all of their cum. So it was one cock right after 
another.

I had the impression that there were more people here 
now. I guess the word was getting out in the community 
about the two teenage white girls who were putting out. 
As sick as it sounds, I was glad Karin was with me, 
there must be close to fifty men and boys here now. If 
I had to satisfy them all, over and over, it would have 
killed me. Of course, I might be dead by the end of the 
day anyway.

Given that I had a head start on Karin, and I had the 
impression that the line around my table was longer 
than the line for hers, I think I must have sucked off, 
or been throat fucked by, at least thirty men and boys. 
The taste in my mouth was horrible. My lips were sore 
and swollen but my throat, thankfully, had finally 
gotten numb.

When the lines finally were gone, our hands were freed 
and we were pulled to a sitting position on the tables. 
We were each given a beer to drink. It tasted terrible, 
but I gulped it down gratefully. I looked across at 
Karin on her table and she really looked rough. But 
then, I suppose that I did to.

We were given another beer and Karin and I drank these 
a little slower. The men were all talking and joking 
among themselves and pretty much ignoring us for now. 
But that was okay, we did not feel left out.

I saw the leader call one of the black girls over and 
talk to her for a minute. She listened and then she 
shook her head and gathered the other girls together. I 
was watching, because I assumed that anything that 
happened in here today had something to do with me, 
with us.

I saw the girls laughing and joking and then they all 
got undressed, right there in the middle of the room. 
They were not the loveliest bunch of girls that I had 
ever seen. There were seven of them now. Most of them 
were overweight, had large sagging breasts, stretch 
marks, it appeared that they had all given birth, and 
they had huge butts.

I watched nervously as they walked over to where Karin 
and I were still sitting on the tables that we had 
spent most of the day on now, and the oldest girl 
stepped up and started speaking to us.

She said, "You girls are both gonna be three holers. 
You know what that means?"

Karin and I shook our head and she smiled evilly and 
said, "That means that anybody that wants to can fuck 
your cunts, or your mouths, or your asses, any time 
they wants. And you gotta let them. They already broke 
in your cunts, and your mouths. Before they break in 
your asses they are going to let you take a break and 
at the same time they are going to reward us girls for 
our hard work keeping you cunts clean today. You gonna 
eat us all out and make us cum all over your West Side 
cheerleader faces. You gonna be eatin' pussy for the 
next half hour or so."

"I know you are anxious to get your assholes broken in, 
but you are going to have to wait until you get us all 
off."

Then she pushed me onto my back and climbed up and 
straddled my chest. I looked at her cruel face first, 
and then I looked at her nasty, fat, sloppy looking 
cunt. It looked huge! The lips hung down at least an 
inch. I thought that she must be nothing but a piece of 
meat for all of these men. Then I realized that that 
was what Karin and I were now.

She grinned down at me and then she lowered her pussy 
onto my mouth and said, "Come on bitch, start eating."

I didn't really know what to do. It was not something 
that I ever thought that I would do to another woman. 
Her wiry, kinky pubic hair was tickling my nose, but at 
least she didn't smell too dirty. I reluctantly stuck 
my tongue out and started licking her large slit and as 
I did she closed her eyes and groaned and swiveled her 
hips. I assumed that I was doing something right and 
kept doing it.

I was oblivious at first to the men crowding in to add 
to my humiliation. Until I noticed that one of them was 
holding a large, professional looking movie camera. My 
first thought was to wonder if that thing had been 
recording the entire rape, but then I realized that of 
course it had. These thugs would want a record for 
their own amusement if nothing else. I feared that 
would not be the only use this record was put to. I 
imagine that there is a big market for movies of 
pretty, sixteen year old girls getting gang raped. 
There are a lot of perverts out there.

I heard noises from the other table that let me know 
that Karin was being put to the same use that I was. As 
usual though, it seemed to me that I got the worst of 
it. There were seven women, and I ended up eating out 
four of them. That was okay, I was in no hurry to 
finish and have all of these gangsters that were lined 
up to fuck my ass be turned loose on me. Eating out 
these black sluts was horrible, but it didn't hurt. I 
knew what was coming was going to hurt bad.

I finished eating out the last and the youngest of the 
seven girls and she patted my cheek and told me what a 
good pussy eater I was becoming. Then she slid off of 
the table. I was waiting on my back, staring at the 
dark, stained ceiling, waiting for the next outrage. It 
was not what I expected. 

I heard Karin groan and saw a crowd of people moving 
towards me, then the crowd parted and Karin was lowered 
on to me. Her face was in my crotch and her crotch was 
right at my mouth. 

I saw the camera getting close ups. I knew what they 
wanted, and I figured that it had to be easier than 
what I had already done. And I was right. Eating out 
Karin was much more pleasant than eating out those four 
black whores had been. Karin was returning the favor 
and, though I didn't have an orgasm, it felt very nice. 
That was the closest I came all day to having an 
orgasm. 

They were probably disappointed with our lack of 
reaction, but after all that had happened to us today, 
this was nothing. I was actually relieved when I saw 
Karin's pussy. It was red and swollen, but it did not 
appear to be all stretched out and ruined by all of the 
rough sex we had just been subjected to. So I could 
hope that mine probably wasn't either.

Karin didn't have an orgasm either, but I think she 
enjoyed it too. At least she enjoyed it more than 
anything else we had been forced to do today.

They must have gotten tired of waiting though, because 
eventually they lifted her off of me and put her back 
on her table. I felt my legs being lifted and the ropes 
that had secured my hands earlier were now used to 
secure my ankles over my head to the table legs.

I saw that Karin was in the same position and two of 
the girls that we had eaten out came out of the crowd 
and each had a tube of lubricant in their hand. They 
applied the lubricant liberally to our asses and used 
their fingers to stretch us out. It hurt like hell, but 
I didn't have to be very intelligent to realize that it 
was about to get a whole lot worse.

This time, after the girls were finished with us, the 
leader stepped up and stood behind Karin. I saw him 
rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her butt, and 
then I was aware of the older man that had been the 
first to take Karin. He was standing at the table I was 
secured to with his large, fat cock rubbing up and down 
on my cunt. 

I saw instantly that his cock was significantly larger, 
or at least fatter, than the gang leader's cock was. He 
grinned down at me and said, "Bitch, there ain't 
nothing I love more than a young white girl's cherry 
asshole. I am going to tear you up!"

Then he pulled back and lined his cock up with my ass 
and brutally forced it into me. I screamed like I had 
never screamed before. And he just kept yelling, "Yeah 
baby, let me hear it, tell me how much you hate it, 
white girl!"

He plunged his fat cock all the way inside of my ass 
and then, without pause, he pulled back and drove it in 
again, and again I screamed. 

It was unbearable, I was sure that he must have torn 
me. I just knew that I was going to bleed to death on 
this table in the ghetto in front of a crowd of black 
gang members with my ankles secured by my head. He 
leaned over me and smiled down and he just kept 
plunging in and out, as brutally as he could, all the 
while staring at my face and enjoying my suffering.

To make matters worse, he had already fucked Karin, in 
the pussy and the mouth. It took this animal a very 
long time to cum in my ass. For the first few minutes I 
screamed with every stroke. Finally I couldn't scream 
any more. I lay there with my eyes staring blankly and 
grunted in pain as he reamed my ass out. 

I wasn't all that relieved when he grabbed me hard and, 
after jack hammering into me for a minute longer, he 
filled my ass with cum. Because I knew that that was 
just one rape down, it was only the beginning of a long 
line of brutal black men and boys that were going to 
rape my ass.

Unfortunately I was right. It went on and on for what 
seemed like forever. The girls were put to work again. 
After every two or three men they would clean us with a 
slimy, dirty, wet cloth, and then the next man would 
step up to the table and the rapes would continue 
without mercy.

Not long after this round of rapes had started, I think 
it was the third man that fucked my ass; they came up 
with a nasty twist. After they pulled out of my ass 
they walked around and forced their slimy, cum covered 
cocks into my mouth for cleaning. 

By the time this last round of rapes had finally come 
to an end, it was hard to decide if my asshole hurt 
worse, or my back and legs from being secured with my 
ankles so close to my head for so long.

Finally it was over. As Karin and I were lying on the 
table and getting cleaned by two of the black girls, I 
noticed the door open again and saw that it was dark 
outside. Karin and I had been getting fucked in all 
three holes by close to fifty men for almost the entire 
day now. Surely they would have to either kill us or 
let us go now. They couldn't have any more cum left in 
them to defile us with. At this point I didn't even 
care which. Either one was preferable to this. Death 
would be preferable to living like this.

One of the girls untied us and we were lying there 
resting after the girls finished cleaning us. One of 
the men brought us each another beer. I guess it is an 
acquired taste, because this one was delicious. It was 
certainly better than the taste of cum and blood and 
feces that had been left in my mouth from cleaning 
their cocks after the latest round of anal rapes.

After we finished our beers we were pulled to our feet 
and forced to stand up on very uncertain legs. We were 
led back over to where the gang leader was sitting. 
While he stared at us with a pleased expression I saw 
something pass in front of my face and a wide, thick, 
leather collar was buckled around my neck and a small 
padlock held it in place.

As soon as I realized the implication of the collar, 
that they were not going to let us go, I started to 
panic all over again. 

Karin dropped to her knees. She too had realized that 
the collar meant that they were going to keep us here. 
This still wasn't over. She covered her face and sobbed 
hysterically.

I just stood there with a look of despair on my face. 
The gang members obviously enjoyed both reactions.

The men were just sitting around drinking and talking 
now. I was pulled into the leader's lap. Karin was 
pulled into the other man's. I assumed now that he must 
be the second in command. As they sipped their drinks 
their hands were all over us. I was at least grateful 
to note that the leader's cock did not get hard again. 
He was just torturing me, keeping the stress constant, 
not allowing me time to really rest and catch my 
breath. 

We had been like that for a while, long enough that I 
had begun to ignore the rough hand that was tormenting 
me, when the outside door opened and yet another large, 
black man entered. By large I mean that he was very 
fat. He was older than the others here, or seemed to 
be.

He walked over to where Karin and I were being 
tormented and looked us over. Then he removed his shoes 
and his pants and shorts. I suddenly realized who it 
was. It was the bus driver that had put us off of his 
bus and delivered us up to these monsters! It had not 
been just a simple mistake! He had delivered us to this 
gang so that we could be raped and tormented.

He was leering at us and I saw Karin looking at him. I 
prayed that she didn't recognize him. Because I was 
afraid that she would blurt something out and then they 
would have to kill us. I knew that if either of us let 
on that we knew his identity we would never leave here 
alive.

The driver sat down and Karin and I were pushed to our 
feet and shoved over in front of him. He ordered Karin 
to kneel and suck and lick his balls and I was ordered 
to suck his cock. It must have gotten pretty warm on 
that bus today, because his crotch smelled horrible. It 
was sweaty and nasty, but of course, that didn't 
matter. We had no choice, no say at all over the things 
that entered our mouths, or our bodies.

I took him into my mouth easily. His cock was only 
about average. I found that I was becoming something of 
an expert on cock size now. I had no problem sliding my 
mouth and throat down over his throbbing cock. With the 
extra stimulation that he was getting from Karin's 
tongue he came very quickly.

But we were kept in place and we continued to lick and 
suck on his cock and his balls. When he was hard again, 
which didn't take long, he put Karin on the floor and 
dropped his huge body down on top of her and fucked her 
violently. I couldn't see anything but her legs 
sticking out from under him. While he was fucking her 
he ordered me to lick his ass, but he moved so 
violently I could not keep up and I doubt if my tongue 
penetrated the crack of his ass more than two or three 
times.

After the fat, ugly, old bus driver was finished using 
us we were ignored for a while. Eventually I noticed 
that the crowd was thinning out. There were only a 
dozen young men left, and all of the girls were gone. 

From time to time one of the men would come over to 
where we were sitting on the floor and we would have to 
suck his cock or he would fuck one of us. Later they 
started playing their rap music again and made us dance 
nude on the table for them for a while. For the most 
part though we were just resting and praying that it 
would end soon.

Although most of the gang had apparently gone home for 
the night, the remaining twelve members were apparently 
going to spend the night. Karin and I were exhausted 
and we drifted off to sleep for a little while every 
now and then. We didn't sleep well, or for very long, 
and as much as possible we kept our eyes on the crowd 
of young rapists.

Sometime, we had lot all sense of time but it was early 
in the morning, Karin shook me awake and held her 
finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet. She leaned 
down and whispered in my ear, "They're all asleep now. 
Let's get the hell out of here!"

I looked around and it did, indeed, look like everyone 
was asleep. I had no idea where our clothes were, but I 
didn't care. I just wanted out of here. We stood up as 
quietly as we could and looked around to see if anyone 
noticed. 

None of them moved or spoke, they all seemed to be 
breathing deeply. We walked softly on bare feet to the 
metal outer door. Karin turned the knob as quietly as 
possible, and slowly pushed it open. We slipped out and 
probably got ten feet before a car, which was parked 
near the door, turned its headlights on us, causing 
Karin to scream in fright. We turned the other way and 
started to run, but there was another car parked at the 
other end of the alley and whoever was inside turned 
the headlights on and we stopped. Both ends of the 
alley were blocked, there was no place else to go.

We stood still as a couple of young gang members got 
out of each car and approached us. They were smiling. 
It had all been a trap, a tease to let us think that we 
had a chance to get away.

One of the older boys grabbed me and pulled me close 
and said, "You don't want to leave now, little girl, 
the fun is just starting!"

I followed along reluctantly as he pulled me towards 
the car at the end of the alley. I was held in place 
while they tied Karin down on her back with her arms 
and legs spread wide on the hood of the late model 
Cadillac. 

When she was secure, they pulled me around back and 
secured me to the trunk. My legs hung down over the 
bumper and my butt rested on the edge of the trunk. My 
arms were attached to ropes that went behind me and 
through the open rear windows of the back doors.

Once I was in place, one of them stepped up to me and 
forced his cock inside of me. I was dry inside, but it 
didn't bother him. He fucked me roughly, that seemed to 
be the only way these guys fucked. And after he came he 
stepped back and watched as his cum started to leak out 
of me.

Then he got in the car and started it up and started 
driving! It was just getting light out and we passed a 
few cars on the city streets as he drove around with us 
naked on his car. He obviously didn't care if anyone 
saw us. He finally parked in front of a small shop. It 
wasn't open yet, but unlike most of the stores in this 
area, it wasn't boarded up. 

I realized that these guys could do anything that they 
wanted to us in this part of town. They owned it! They 
weren't worried about the police or about anyone that 
lived there turning them in. They could drive around 
with two naked, sixteen year old white girls who were 
obviously here against their will, tied to the hood and 
the trunk of their car and they knew that nothing would 
come of it, except to impress the people that lived 
around here. 

It occurred to me yet again that Karin and I might 
never get out of here, at least not while we were 
alive. 

The driver of the car and his passenger got out and 
went inside the building, leaving us on display like a 
couple of freshly bagged bucks. I started crying at how 
hopeless our situation seemed. I didn't realize that it 
would soon get worse. 

Before long, people were walking by on the sidewalk. 
Some glanced at us nervously and kept on walking. I 
called out to a couple of them, the women, and begged 
for help. They just turned their heads and kept on 
walking. Some of the men seemed uncomfortable too. They 
glanced at us and hurried past as if they hadn't seen 
us.

Not everyone ignored our plight though. More than a few 
of them stopped to look at us, or explore our bodies 
with their hands. Even that was the worst thing that 
happened. Twice one of the passing men walked up to me 
and pulled out his cock and raped me, right there on 
the street. I could tell from the sounds coming from 
the front of the car that the same thing was happening 
to Karin.

Then the kids started to come by, the kids that were on 
their way to school. That was when things got really 
bad. They were cruel and rough and they took the time 
to abuse us before moving on. Sometimes they just 
tormented us, pinched or slapped our breasts, sometimes 
one or more of them would fuck us right there on the 
car. I had been fucked at least another two dozen times 
that morning before the leader of the gang that had 
kidnapped us came out of the building with a cup of 
coffee in his hand and smiled down at me. 

After a moment he asked, "I heard you were trying to 
sneak out, aren't you enjoying our hospitality? Did you 
want to go outside and play? If you girls like to play 
outside, we can play outside. No one in this part of 
town is going to say or do anything to help your ass. 
Look around you, you stupid cunt. Do you think any of 
these people cares what happens to a couple of 
privileged white schoolgirls?"

I didn't bother to answer. 

He stepped back and leaned against the building and 
watched the kids going by as they stopped to abuse us. 
It lasted for a long time, or at least it seemed like a 
very long time, right out here in the middle of a city 
in broad daylight.

After the school kids had gone past, it appeared that 
the fun and games were over. The leader gulped down the 
last of his coffee and started to go back inside, but 
he turned his head and looked down the street, then I 
saw him turn back around and lean back against the 
building again and smile.

I held my head up and saw another young man coming up 
the sidewalk. He was young and he looked like he should 
be going to school, but instead he was walking up the 
sidewalk with a large Rottweiler. The large dog was 
pulling the kid along on a leash.

As soon as the dog spotted me, or smelled me, he 
started whining and struggling to get close to sniff 
me. The gang leader was watching and the man that had 
driven the car over came outside to watch too.

They watched as the dog struggled to get closer and 
sniff my crotch, which was dripping a couple dozen 
loads of fresh cum. The dog put his paws up on the back 
bumper of the car and I screamed as he leaned down and 
lapped at me with his large tongue. 

The three men were laughing at my reaction, and the 
dog's struggles, and Karin was calling out to me, "What 
is it Amanda? What are they doing?"

The dog was getting more agitated and the driver of the 
car came closer and said, "Hey dude, watch it! Your 
fucking mutt is scratching my fucking car!"

I felt immense relief as the dog was pulled away, but 
it was only the car that he was worried about, not me. 
I felt my ropes being untied and the driver grabbed the 
leather collar that was still around my neck and pushed 
me to the sidewalk. 

The boy let the dog loose and I cried out as he rushed 
behind me and forced his snout between my thighs, 
lapping furiously at my pussy.

I looked up at the smiling faces of the three men, no, 
now there were five of them. I begged them to make it 
stop. I pleaded with them, but the gang leader said, 
"Honey, you have to learn your lesson first, you can't 
be trying to go anywhere without permission."

I looked up at him and I pleaded, "Oh please, please 
god! I swear I have learned my lesson sir. I promise 
that I will never go anywhere without permission again. 
I swear it!"

I could see that they didn't really care what I said. 
It had all been a set up anyway. They were being hugely 
entertained now. They wouldn't stop it no matter what I 
said.

The dog was lapping at me and growling now. He was a 
large, very dangerous looking animal and I was 
terrified. As he worked at my crotch, right there on 
the public sidewalk of a city street, his strength and 
his weight were shifting me all around, causing me to 
scratch my knees on the cement.

The dog was finally ready to mount me and he walked up 
over me easily. I looked back to see that his 
hindquarters were already humping air as he neared me, 
and I was shocked at the size of his exposed cock. It 
was huge! It was as large as the largest cock that had 
taken me yesterday, at least eight inches long, though 
thankfully it was not very fat.

I prayed that this was just a game for them, that they 
were just teasing. Surely at the last moment they would 
pull the dog away. That isn't what happened. 

I felt his cock slamming against my butt, and I was 
terrified that he was going to put it in me, but even 
more terrified that he was going to put it in the wrong 
place. It stabbed against me and I felt liquid spraying 
against my ass and my thighs. I couldn't tell what it 
was. I didn't know if he was peeing or cumming or what. 
I heard the dog's owner tell the others that I was only 
lubrication spraying from the end of his cock. It 
seemed to cover me before the dog finally found my 
pussy and plunged his cock in violently.

I screamed as it entered me. It hurt like hell, both 
physically and mentally. I was being fucked by a dog!

I could tell that he was continuing to excrete 
lubricant into my pussy. I felt it draining out of me 
and running down the inside of my thighs. I was in 
shock now. I wasn't crying any longer. I wasn't 
begging, I was just kneeling on the sidewalk and 
submitting to a large, growling, black and brown 
Rottweiler for the amusement of a growing crowd of 
young black men. 

As soon as his cock was buried in me he started fucking 
me more violently than any of the men or boys from 
yesterday. He took long, brutal strokes, but the 
strokes were so fast, it was unbelievable, and it was 
unbelievably painful.

As I was taken there on the city sidewalk by the dog, I 
kept my head down and tried to block out the sounds of 
the excited crowd around me. I could tell that the 
crowd was growing. I could see legs and feet 
surrounding me now, and hear the horrible remarks. 

It went on and on and I thought that it would never 
end. With each brutal stroke the end of the beast's 
cock seemed to poke painfully against my cervix. His 
cock must be even longer than I thought it was!

Finally I felt the dog getting rougher and the fucking 
become even more violent and it felt like someone was 
shoving a fist into my pussy. I screamed loudly at the 
pain and I realized that he had forced the fist sized 
knot at the base of his cock into me.

He locked his forelegs around my torso and held me in 
place and stopped his brutal fucking and stood over me, 
shivering as he filled me with his cum. 

It was terrible. I could feel it. I couldn't feel it 
when a man came in me. I knew that they were doing it, 
and I could feel it draining out of me later, but you 
couldn't feel it when they shot their slimy cum into 
you. I could feel it now though. The dog's knot sealed 
the opening of my pussy and the scalding cum was 
filling up my uterus. It had nowhere else to go. I 
could feel the heat of it. I could feel myself filling 
up with it.

The disgusting comments got worse, but I just crouched 
there on my knees and waited for it to end. After the 
dog had filled me with his spend he continued to hold 
me between his strong forelegs, letting his seed do its 
work I suppose. 

I was distracted when the dog's owner stepped up to my 
head and grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to his 
long, black cock. He forced it into my mouth and 
brutally fucked my throat, ignoring the growls of his 
dog that didn't want to share his new bitch. 

He came quickly, pulling out just far enough to permit 
his cum to fill my mouth instead of sliding down my 
throat. Then he pulled out of my mouth and watched me 
swallow while he put his wet cock away and put his 
clothing back together.

The dog was done now. He was ready to get on with his 
walk. He was still tied to his new human bitch, though, 
and he was getting impatient. He stepped over my back 
and struggled briefly to free himself. We were 
connected still, but we were now ass to ass and he was 
standing there, panting, his tongue lolling out, 
waiting for his knot to subside. 

Every few minutes he would pull, trying to get free, 
and I would scream in pain. It seemed much longer, but 
it was probably five minutes before he finally pulled 
free and turned around and sniffed my ass, before 
twisting around and licking his cock clean.

I felt the rush of the dog's cum as it poured out of me 
and ran down the inside of my thighs. It was the most 
disgusting, the most humiliating thing that could ever 
happen to me. I was crying uncontrollably now as the 
leader of the gang stepped away from the wall and 
grabbed my hair and lifted my face and made me look at 
him. He smiled at me and said, "Too damn bad we didn't 
have the camera here. Now we will have to do that 
again."

I collapsed onto the cold concrete sidewalk and balled 
like a baby.

They ignored me for a few minutes, and then the gang 
leader got in the car and drove off with Karin still on 
the hood of the car. I was forced to my feet and looked 
at them driving away, wondering where they were taking 
Karin. 

The man that had driven me over here pulled me along 
the sidewalk, past the occasional pedestrian, gathering 
nervous looks from complete strangers and ignoring them 
totally. We only walked three blocks before we came to 
the alley where the gang's club was located. I was 
dragged down the alley and taken inside. 

As I entered I saw that Karin was busy. There was a 
gang member fucking her from behind, and another was 
fucking her face. 

I was led through the room to a bathroom, the nastiest, 
smelliest most nauseating restroom that I had ever 
seen, and ordered to clean myself up. There was no 
shower or tub, but I was able to sit on the toilet and 
let the huge stream of dog cum drain out of me while I 
cried softly. I had been unable to stop crying since 
the dog had, well, since the dog. Now I was finally 
able to relax and let the fluids drain from me and it 
took a very long time. When the draining finally ended 
I went to the sink, disgusted as my bare feet moved 
through whatever fluids were accumulating on the 
bathroom floor. Whoever had toilet trained these boys 
had not done a very good job.

I was unable to get any warm water to come from the 
tap, but I used cold water and a dirty old bar of soap 
and washed my legs and my groin and my belly and even 
my ass. I rinsed off and then used paper towels to dry 
off. I saved a wad of paper towels which I used to 
clean the bottoms of my feet at the door, and then I 
tossed them in the trash can and returned to the gang 
leader in his usual chair.

He looked me over and said, "Much better. You were too 
nasty to fuck." Then he nodded to some nearby thugs and 
it started again. I was grabbed by the nipple and 
pulled out into the middle of the room and pushed to my 
knees near Karin. We were both kneeling on rubber mats, 
probably so that the men who raped us would be 
comfortable. 

I glanced at Karin and saw that she was already a mess. 
There was cum running down her thighs and beginning to 
pool between her legs. There were no young black girls 
here yet to clean her up and the guys were just 
ignoring it. As soon as one of them shot a load of cum 
into her pussy he moved back and another took is place. 

That was all I had time to see before I felt a cock 
jammed into me. Compared to earlier with the animal, 
this was nothing. Soon though, another man dropped down 
in front of me and just as I was about to take his cock 
into my mouth I realized that it had just come from 
Karin's pussy. It was filthy, sticky, covered in the 
foul smelling cum from several men. My hair was grabbed 
and my mouth and tongue were guided on a tour of his 
balls and then his disgusting cock.

I licked and sucked his cock until it was shiny and 
clean. As soon as he pulled away another one took his 
place. 

Although our Catholic schools had let out for the 
summer already, the city schools were still in session 
for another week. The younger boys must have gone to 
school today. I don't know why they weren't in school 
yesterday. Today, during the day, it was just the older 
teens and the adults here to torment and rape us. There 
may have been twenty men all together. That worked out 
to approximately ten men apiece, of course, and so we 
were done, or rather they were done with us, in a 
little over an hour.

We were instructed to use our tongues to clean up the 
puddle of cum that had accumulated on the mats between 
our legs. I gagged a little as I sucked it up. Karin 
nearly lost her, well, not her lunch. I suddenly 
realized that we had not eaten since breakfast 
yesterday morning. Or at least we had eaten nothing but 
the fluids the gang members had been feeding us from 
the ends of their cocks.

Once that was accomplished we were ordered into another 
sixty-nine and forced to suck and lick each other 
clean.

We were left alone after that. The men gathered in 
groups around the room and talked quietly, or listened. 
A few of them just found an empty couch and took a nap. 

While I was looking around, apparently not as 
discretely as I thought, the gang leader waived me 
over. I got up and walked over to him. He stood up and 
pulled his pants and shorts down and sat back down. He 
didn't even bother to tell me what he wanted. He didn't 
have to. I squeezed in between his legs and bent over 
and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and sucked 
him off with little difficulty. He came soon and I 
swallowed his double mouthful of cum and then I licked 
up the last few drops from the end of his cock and 
straightened up again. 

He pushed me away and nodded to someone. This guy 
always seems to nod and people knew what he wanted. 
Weird! Though I imagine that when he does that he is 
just telling people to go ahead and obey an order he 
has already given. It is still a little strange. 

Two men came over and picked me up by the leather 
collar around my neck and led me back to the table 
where I had first been gang raped yesterday. I was 
picked up and put on the table and my hands and feet 
were tied to the table legs. I saw that Karin was 
already tied down in a similar fashion. 

We were left alone like this, and I assumed that this 
was just another way of making sure that we didn't run 
away again. I was wrong. Someone came in the metal door 
from outside and went over and talked to the gang 
leader and the men that were gathered around him. Then 
the new man came over and looked at Karin and me.

He stood over us both for a moment, looking at our 
naked bodies and enjoying the view. Then he toyed with 
our nipples, making them hard and looking at them 
closely. He then did the same thing with our 
clitorises. 

I don't know about Karin, but I assumed that this was 
just one more black man that was going to rape me. I 
wish that I had been right. Instead, he set a few 
things down on the table beside each of us. I couldn't 
see what they were. Then he started playing with one of 
my nipples again. As he did, it suddenly occurred to me 
that he had not looked in my face once! It didn't 
matter who we were, we were just a warm collection of 
female parts, warm, young, fresh, female parts to be 
tormented.

My nipple got hard again and he reached down to the 
pile of things that he had put on the table beside me. 
He opened up a small envelope and pulled out an alcohol 
swab and wiped it over my nipples. I realized what was 
going on just as he fastened a strange device that 
looked almost like eyelash curler onto my nipple and 
before I could scream at him to stop he drove a needle 
through my nipple. 

I passed out, and when I had regained consciousness I 
had rings in both nipples and my clit!

The man was now working on Karin, making her nipples 
hard and she was crying and pleading with him to stop. 
He totally ignored her. She was not as lucky as I. She 
didn't pass out. She screamed loudly through every 
piercing. I couldn't watch, but I could tell by the 
sounds when finally it was over. 

Or at least that was what we thought. We were wrong. 
The man looked up and invited four men from the crowd 
that surrounded us to pick up the heavy table that I 
was fastened to and carry it over near the wall. I was 
set down and while they went back to get Karin, the man 
set out more equipment and plugged in a strange looking 
device and sat down beside me. 

When he was comfortable he dampened my skin and used a 
straight razor to clear a patch of skin just over my 
pussy. Then he dried it with a towel. Next, he leaned 
down and used a marker of some sort to write something 
on my skin in the area that he had just shaved. 
Finally, he picked up the device he had just plugged in 
and turned it on and began to tattoo the markings into 
my skin. 

It hurt like hell and I was crying loudly by the time 
he finished. He moved over to provide the same service 
to Karin and I tried to see what he had marked me with, 
but I was crying so hard that I couldn't make it out.

While the man was working on Karin I was untied and 
pulled to my feet and sent over to show the gang leader 
the results of my latest beauty treatment.

I stumbled across the floor and stood in front of him 
and he looked at it and smiled. I wiped my eyes and 
looked down to appraise the damage to my body. The 
rings that had been inserted into the base of my 
nipples and in the sheath of flesh that covered my clit 
were thin, but about the circumference of a nickel. 
They had a small gap in them, and little balls at each 
end of the ring to keep it in place. And they hurt like 
hell!

I was finally able to make out the tattoo that 
stretched across my pubic area, less than an inch above 
my slit. In thick black letters it said, "SLAVE TO 
BLACK COCK", and a small replica of an erect black cock 
and a set of large black balls.

Karin came over in a few minutes, with the same 
disfiguring markings. We looked at each other and then 
looked away. The rapes were bad enough, but this 
permanent reminder, if we should get out of this alive, 
was enough to ruin our lives forever and we knew it.

We were sent back over to the mats and after the tattoo 
artist fucked Karin in the ass, I was ordered to clean 
her in the usual way. Then several of the men forced us 
to pose in a lot of humiliating poses while they took 
digital pictures of us. 

When they had taken enough pictures to satisfy them, we 
were brought to our feet again and leashes were 
attached to our collars. Two of the men led us outside 
and out of the alley and down the sidewalk. We walked a 
couple of blocks wearing only the leather collars that 
they locked in place around our throats, we didn't even 
have shoes on. As we walked down the sidewalk we passed 
numerous people who seemed only to be amused by what 
was happening to us. It was later in the day now, and 
there were more people on the sidewalk.

A few times the men that were leading us down the 
street stopped to talk to someone. I tried not to 
listen, but I had trouble understanding what they said 
when they talked among themselves anyway. It was like 
they had their own language. It was almost English, but 
not quite.

Finally the men leading us turned into a doorway and up 
a narrow flight of stairs. We were led into a small, 
rundown apartment and, after giving both men a quick 
blowjob, we were ordered to lie on the bed in the back 
bedroom and get some sleep.

We were exhausted. We had been able to take a couple of 
short naps last night. But it had not been nearly 
enough to recover from the trauma we had been put 
through. I was still so wound up that I didn't believe 
I would be able to sleep. But Karin and I lay down on 
the dirty, lumpy mattress and in just a short time we 
were sleeping. 

We didn't even talk. There was nothing that we could 
say to each other that could make this better. There 
was nothing that we could say that could make us 
believe that everything would be alright again, not at 
anytime in the future.

We slept until we were shaken and ordered to get up and 
take a shower. We went down the hall and the men 
removed our collars and we went into the nasty bathroom 
and took a long hot shower together. We helped each 
other, washing each other's hair and washing each 
other's back. 

We rinsed off then, but before we shut the water off we 
hugged for a while and tried to take comfort from each 
other. It was a careful hug. We hurt in so many places.

We finally shut off the water and dried ourselves. We 
found that someone had placed our purses on the sink 
counter and we were able to brush out our hair and put 
on a little makeup. Then we stepped out of the room and 
went down the hall to report back to the two men that 
had taken charge of us.

They put the collars back around our necks and locked 
them in place. They examined the wounds left by the 
piercings and proclaimed them healthy. I suppose that 
they were experts, judging by the number of tattoos 
they had on their bodies. They handed us a cream to 
apply to our tattoos and to our piercings.

We were each given a pair of very high heeled shoes, 
much higher than either of us had worn before. We were 
told to walk around the room until we were comfortable 
in them. 

We were never comfortable in them, but we reached a 
point that we could walk without looking like we were 
walking on a tightrope. 

When they were satisfied that we could walk without 
falling down they handed both of us a nearly 
transparent thong and ordered to put that on. Finally 
we were given a small leather vest that was held 
together by a chain across the front. The gap in the 
front of the vest was so large that it was impossible 
to cover both nipples at the same time. After what we 
had been through in the last two days, that didn't seem 
as important anymore. 

Our leashes were reattached and we were led back 
outside and down the street, back to the clubhouse. As 
we entered I noticed that the gang was all here again. 
All of the kids that had been missing during the day 
had shown up. 

I expected that they would be offered the opportunity 
to make up for all of the sex that they had missed 
while they were in school, if that was where they were, 
but Karin and I were left alone, much to our surprise. 

The leader of the gang looked us over and then he left 
without saying a word. We were led to a table and 
pushed down into hard, cold, metal chairs and ignored.

After sitting silently for a few minutes I asked Karin, 
"Are you okay? Are you going to make it?"

She looked at me as if to say, "What a stupid question, 
of course I'm not okay!"

I smiled wryly, and said, "You know what I mean. I 
couldn't take it if you flipped out."

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply and said, "I 
know. I almost lost it a couple of times. I know it has 
been worse on you. I'm trying to hang in there. I know 
that there must be people looking for us. I just keep 
praying that they find us before it's too late, if it 
isn't already too late."

I looked up at her sharply and asked, "What do you mean 
by that?"

She just shrugged, but I repeated the question and she 
said, "Look at us! We have been fucked every way that 
there is by fifty black men and a half a dozen black 
whores. You were forced to let a dog rape you right on 
a city sidewalk in broad daylight. We now have rings in 
our nipples and our pussies and a tattoo that says that 
we are slaves to black cocks. Maybe the tattoos are 
right. What else are we good for now?" 

"No decent guy of any race will want us now," she 
continued, "and even if we did find someone who had not 
heard about, or didn't care about what has happened to 
us, we are always going to have to worry about those 
movies and pictures popping up. Maybe all we are good 
for now is hanging around here getting gang fucked by 
these assholes."

I looked at her in shock and said, "Karin! Don't talk 
like that! We can have those tattoos removed when we 
get out of here. They have people that can help us, 
rape counselors. Don't give up on me. Please Karin, I 
couldn't stand that."

She reached out and took my hand and squeezed. Then she 
said, "You know they have something in mind for us 
tonight. They didn't dress us up like organ grinder's 
monkeys and let us get some rest for nothing. You know 
it won't be pleasant. Nothing they think of is."

I nodded and said, "I know. I can't help believing that 
nothing that they do to us now will be worse than what 
they have already done."

Karin shrugged again and said, "We shall see."

We were quiet again for a while, and then I looked 
around to make sure we were alone and I asked, "Did you 
recognize that fat guy last night?"

Karin looked around and said, "The bus driver."

I nodded and said, "I was afraid you were going to 
freak out when he came in. You had some pretty scary 
looks on your face last night."

Karin nodded and said, "Yeah, I zoned out a couple of 
times yesterday, I just couldn't take it anymore. 
Thankfully I was lucid enough to know that we would 
never get out of here alive if they knew that we 
recognized that asshole."

We were quiet again and then I said, "I wonder what 
time it is." 

Karin shrugged and that was the end of our 
conversation.

The leader came back in through the steel door after a 
while. He was cleaned up and dressed up in what I could 
only assume was high class ghetto wear. His clothing 
was bright and gaudy and I was sure that even a flaming 
homosexual wouldn't be caught dead in it.

He walked through the room doing one of those intricate 
black handshakes with some of his friends until he 
reached our table. He looked down at us and then he 
moved away. Two other men came forward and picked up 
our leashes and tugged us to our feet and led us 
outside. 

The Cadillac that we had been driven around on while 
stretched over the hood and trunk was waiting outside 
the door. I was pushed into the back seat and one of 
the men got in with me. Karin was pushed in on the 
other side of the man and he held both of our leashes 
firmly. I know, I checked.

The other man got behind the wheel and the leader sat 
in the front passenger seat. I caught a glimpse of the 
clock on the car's dashboard. It was almost eleven in 
the evening. 

We didn't drive far. We didn't leave the inner city 
ghetto that we were in. 

The car pulled up near what appeared to be a club of 
some kind. There were some lights in the window and a 
neon sign above the door said, "Bro's and Ho's". 

For the first time, just as we were about to get out of 
the car, I heard the gang leader called something, Vik. 
Not much of a street name!

Vik got out of the car and then we got out of the 
backseat. The driver drove around the corner and parked 
on the side street while we waited. 

We were standing near the door to the club and I could 
hear loud rap music coming from inside. The driver 
joined us in a couple of minutes and he grabbed Karin's 
leash and we followed Vik inside, with the two men 
leading Karin and I by our leashes.

We stepped inside and two large men were standing by 
the door. They nodded to Vik and ignored the rest of 
us. I looked around and saw that all of the men in the 
place were black, and they were all dressed in 
outlandish outfits. Most of the women, however, were 
young white women. By young I mean early twenties. 

A lot of men turned to stare as Karin and I were led 
through the club to an empty table near a small 
circular stage. The stage was only about six feet wide 
and about one foot lower than the tops of the four 
tables that surrounded it. I looked around and saw that 
there were a half a dozen of these little stages. Only 
half of them were occupied at the moment. All with 
glassy eyed young white girls who seemed to be trying 
to pretend that they were having fun and that they were 
aware of where they were.

We sat down with Karin and I on either side of Vik and 
he pulled our heads close to his own and told us to pay 
close attention to the things that the girls did on 
stage. We didn't have to be rocket scientists to 
realize the implications of that.

Vik and the other guys ordered drinks, we were given 
ginger ale. I guess they didn't want us getting drunk 
enough to forget where we were.

A couple of guys that looked like pimps came over and 
talked to Vik, and once Vik got up and went to talk to 
a guy at another table. But mostly all the guys sat and 
watched the girls dance. The girls were all totally 
nude. They started out totally nude. This wasn't a 
strip joint.

A girl came out from behind a curtain and stood in the 
middle of the stage at our table and started to dance 
to the music. She must have been on something, her eyes 
were dead. She danced around in the nude, shaking her 
tits and her ass and spreading her legs and offering 
herself to the men at the tables surrounding the small 
stage. 

As she danced, men reached out and touched her, grabbed 
a tit or pinched her ass, or stuck a finger or two into 
her pussy. Our driver held out his fingers to her and 
she smiled a glassy smile at him and moved over and 
slid her pussy up and down on his fingers for a moment 
before bending over and sucking them clean. The guys 
were enjoying the hell out of it, but she looked like 
and empty body, her brain was just blown. I guess that 
is necessary in her line of work. I wondered if Karin 
and I were going to look like that soon.

Vik got our attention and pointed to a young girl doing 
a lap dance nearby. He ordered us to study what she 
did, and he watched too, for a moment, before turning 
back to the dancer. 

Karin and I watched the lap dance until it was over. I 
doubt if it was the normal lap dance that a guy gets in 
a strip joint. First of all, the girl was nude, and the 
guy had his hands all over her. And the grand finale 
was when she went down on him right there in his seat!

Karin and I glanced at each other nervously before 
turning back to the dancer on the stage in front of us. 
She was just getting down on the floor of the stage and 
touching herself and she was beginning to wriggle 
around as though she were having an orgasm. It was 
disgusting, but sad too.

While we were watching, Vik pulled me into his lap and 
one of his Lieutenants pulled Karin into his lap. 
Before long our vests were unfastened and not long 
after that they were draped over the backs of our 
seats, leaving us in only our thongs and our high 
heels.

After our dancer got to the end of her act she stood up 
and moved slowly around the edge of the stage. She 
picked up a few tips, but not many. She got all of her 
tips the same way, a wadded up bill inserted into her 
pussy.

She finally left the stage and one of the men that had 
come over earlier came back over and as he yelled into 
Vik's ear he was busily checking me and Karin out. 

We couldn't hear what was said, the music was so loud 
in here that it hurt my ears. Vik brought Karin's head 
next to his ear and yelled at her for a moment, and 
then he pulled me close and yelled, "Do you remember 
that show that you put on at the clubhouse with Karin?" 

I looked at him blankly for a moment. At first I didn't 
have a clue what he was referring to. I wasn't in any 
show. It took a few seconds to hit me and then I knew 
what he was talking about, when they made us have sex 
together. 

Vik yelled into my ear, "I want you to go to that stage 
over there," and he pointed to the stage in front of 
the table where several of the people that he had 
talked to were sitting, "and I want you to dance for 
one song. Then I want you two to get down on the floor 
and get it on. It better be good bitch, you don't want 
to piss me off. Got it?"

I looked at Karin and we stood up and started to walk 
over to the stage that he had indicated. Before we 
could move, though, he reached out and grabbed our 
little thongs and ripped them both off. It didn't 
really matter. They hadn't covered anything.

We walked over to the small stage in front of the men 
that we had been sent over to entertain. I looked 
around and finally saw the stairs up onto the stage. 
Karin followed me up and we started to dance as 
suggestively as possible. I glanced around at the men 
and tried to look like I was smiling. There were four 
tables abutting the stage. Seated around them were 
eight men, all dressed flamboyantly and looking so very 
arrogant, and so very dangerous.

The men stared at us as we danced, and called out to 
us, but I couldn't hear or understand what they were 
saying. I almost missed it when the song changed. I 
don't listen to rap music and really can't stand it. I 
had just been trying to dance to the beat and not 
really listening. I was taken by surprise when Karin 
pulled me into her arms and started to kiss me. It was 
a moment before I realized what was going on and went 
along.

We kissed and ran our hands over each other's bodies 
for a moment and as he made out Karin asked me if I 
wanted top or bottom. I didn't care, so she said that 
she would take bottom. She dropped down and reached out 
her arms and I dropped down on top of her and we kissed 
a little longer and caressed each other's tits for a 
few moments, then I moved around and got into a sixty-
nine and we started eating each other out. 

I had done this with her before, of course, back at the 
gang's clubhouse. I had not been aroused by it then, 
but for some reason, this time it was getting to me. I 
was doing my best to pleasure her at the same time, but 
I started having trouble concentrating and soon I was 
having a very vocal orgasm. As soon as I came back down 
I returned to eating her and I felt her having one too. 
I hoped that hers was real too. 

The funny thing was that that had been my first orgasm 
with another person. I had gotten my first orgasm from 
my girlfriend in a black sex club!

We continued to eat each other out. I felt the hands of 
some of the men around us moving over my body, or 
reaching between us and grabbing Karin. I had my eyes 
closed most of the time but when I opened them I could 
see Vik out of the corner of my eye. He had moved over 
to watch, probably to make sure we gave it our all.

We both came twice more before Vik reached over on 
stage and got our attention. He signaled for us to come 
down from the stage and then he walked us around and 
sat us each in the lap of one of the black men that had 
been watching us.

The man that I was with seemed to be older, I would 
guess in his fifties. He looked very rough, very 
dangerous. He glared at me, but he ran one hand over my 
body while he pulled my face close and kissed me. I was 
too afraid to not return that kiss. I put my arm around 
his neck and kissed him passionately. As we kissed he 
squeezed my breast until it hurt, which didn't take 
much because of the newly acquired jewelry, and then he 
shoved a couple of fingers inside my pussy, again, very 
roughly. I was glad that Karin had just been exploring 
that same place with her tongue.

While the men were molesting us another dancer came up 
on the stage and as she danced, Karin and I were pushed 
to our knees and we found ourselves sucking off the men 
who we had been given to. 

When they had finished filling our mouths with cum, we 
were handed around the table to the other six men. It 
was horrible, but after what had already happened to 
us, being forced to suck off eight more black men was a 
walk in the park.

When the eight men had finished, the driver came back 
and got us and took us to another table. The same thing 
happened all over again. It went on and on for hours. 
We ended up having sex with every man in the place, 
including the two big guys by the door. Mostly it was 
blowjobs, but a few times we were bent over a table and 
fucked brutally. 

We finally ended up back at our table and sat down and 
sipped gratefully on our warm ginger ale. A few minutes 
later our leashes were put back on and we were led out 
to the car naked. I looked at the car clock as we drove 
away and saw that it was almost three in the morning. 
Relatively speaking, that hadn't been so bad. I had a 
headache from the loud rap music, but we had only been 
raped for a little over three hours. We had been 
through worse.

As we were driving back to the clubhouse, Vik said, 
"I'm not a pimp. I don't run girls on the street, but 
you girls are worth a fortune. I could sell you, and 
maybe I will later. But for now I am having too much 
fun with you. My boys are too. Those pimps in there 
though, they can set things up for you, special 
parties. I don't see any harm in making a little money 
off of your asses."

We were back in the alley in minutes and pulled into 
the club. Almost everyone was gone. But the few that 
remained looked up when we entered and watched to see 
what was up. Vik and his two men stripped and pulled us 
over to the mats and fucked us for another forty 
minutes or so. Then, after they got up, a couple of the 
others came over and raped us again. Finally they left 
us alone and Karin and I curled up together and went to 
sleep.

While we slept I had terrible nightmares. I was under 
constant attack by large, anonymous black cocks. It was 
just like real life! I woke up after that and shortly 
after I got back to sleep I started having a nightmare 
about dogs. I had never been that fond of dogs. They 
are loud and smelly and mostly ill trained and ill 
behaved. They are destructive and most of them are not 
that bright. And they bite.

Now, after what they did to me yesterday, when I had 
been forced to let that Rottweiler rape me, I kept 
having flashbacks and it was horrible. It was made 
worse because I remembered what Vik had said afterwards 
about it being a shame that they hadn't had a camera, 
and they would have to do it again, with the camera. 

I wasn't sure that I could do that again. Not without 
being beaten nearly to death first. I just didn't think 
I could do it. On the other hand, I doubt if I could 
handle a beating either. One slap from Vik had been 
enough to make me submit yesterday. It would be nice if 
I didn't ever have to choose.

We woke up the next day and the first thing that I 
realized was that I had not eaten in two days now. I 
had not had as much cum last night either, and I was 
famished. 

I lay still, waiting for Karin to wake up before I 
moved. While I was laying there I realized that the 
longer I lay still, the longer I could put off being 
raped again. Or at least I hoped so.

I had to think very hard, time was starting to lose its 
shape, but I was pretty sure that it was Saturday 
morning. Not that it mattered. Our parents must be 
frantic by now, though I wondered if they would want us 
back if they knew of all the things that had happened 
to us.

I don't know what time it was, but people were starting 
to arrive, and they weren't quiet about it. It was no 
longer possible to pretend to be asleep. Karin and I 
sat up and I put my shoes back on and headed for the 
bathroom. Karin followed me closely.

As we moved through the growing crowd, hands reached 
out and played with our asses, or our pussies, or 
jiggled the rings in our nipples, flipping them up and 
watching them fall back into place.

No one stopped us though and we were able to use the 
bathroom and then wash up. I realized that, in addition 
to everything else, I had not brushed my teeth since 
Thursday morning. My breath must be just about what you 
might expect from a dinosaur. Well, maybe a gay 
dinosaur.

We finally went back out into the main room and some of 
the guys that had not had us since yesterday afternoon, 
especially the younger ones, started lining up for 
blowjobs and fucks. Since that first afternoon when 
they had lined up and all of them had fucked us in the 
ass, one right after the other, most of the guys had 
avoided that part of our anatomy, thankfully. It was 
almost like it had been some sort of initiation.

Before long I had fucked several men and sucked off 
four. I noticed that my hunger was starting to recede 
again. I wasn't swallowing that much cum, so I suppose 
it was just that being raped took my mind off of it. I 
suddenly wondered how much I weighed now. I bet I had 
lost ten pounds!

Vik finally came in and talked to some of the gang. 
They went over and started clearing out a corner of the 
room and moving all of the furniture out of it. While 
that was going on, he sat back in his chair and watched 
the boys fucking Karin and me. 

I couldn't help noticing that it wasn't that traumatic 
anymore. It wasn't fun, or pleasant even, but it wasn't 
as mind blowing as it had been the first day, or even 
the second day. 

I was worried about what Vik had the gang doing in the 
corner. Nothing he came up with was ever pleasant.

When all the boys had gone around once, Vik called them 
off and ordered Karin and I to get up and get off the 
mats. We put our shoes back on and stepped off of the 
mats and two of the boys grabbed each mat and carried 
them over to the corner that had been cleared out. Once 
they were in place, it seemed like everyone was 
waiting. 

Finally the door opened and the camera man came in. He 
spoke to Vik and went over to the corner. Then he came 
back and Vik ordered some of the kids to put some floor 
lamps around the mats and turn them on.

The camera man looked at the area again and nodded to 
Vik. Then Karin and I were ordered to go over to the 
mats and do whatever we were told.

We were ordered to pose with our legs opened so that 
the camera could get the full affect of the river of 
cum that was dripping down our legs. Then we were 
ordered to get on our hands and knees with our asses 
pointing toward the camera man. The camera man ordered 
us to stay like that, side by side, but several feet 
apart, as he took some pictures. And we were ordered 
not to move.

The crowd was growing as we waited to find out what was 
going to happen to us. We didn't have much longer to 
wait. I heard the sound of toenails clicking across the 
wooden floor and I knew without looking what this was 
all about. 

I whispered to Karin, "Karin, you have to be strong, 
you can't freak now. Trust me Karin, it isn't as bad as 
it looks."

It was, of course, worse even. But I didn't want Karin 
going crazy. 

I heard the dog, no, the dogs, there were at least two 
of them, as they were led over to our mats. The nasty 
comments were starting already. I didn't look around. I 
didn't want to see it coming. But Karin turned her head 
and sobbed. 

She said, "Oh god Amanda, I can't do this. If they make 
me do this I will lose my mind."

I whispered to her, "Listen Karin, you are right, it's 
awful. It's just about the worst thing you can imagine 
happening to you. But if you fight them they will just 
hurt you and make you do it anyway. If you want to get 
out of this mess alive, you have to be strong."

I saw her drop her head and cry softly. Then I felt the 
cold nose of a dog sniffing my crotch. I saw Karin jump 
and I knew that she was receiving the same treatment. 
We were ordered to spread our legs farther apart and 
soon I felt that hot, wet tongue moving over my pussy, 
my ass, and my thighs. I glanced over my shoulder and 
saw that both dogs were Rottweilers. I couldn't think 
of a scarier dog to do this with.

I lowered my head and rested it on my arms and waited 
while his tongue cleaned up the accumulated cum from 
fifteen boys or so. It actually felt pretty nice, if 
you ignored what it was that was happening.

I heard Karin gasp a couple of times, but I couldn't 
tell if it was pleasure or horror. I would be surprised 
if it was not horror.

I could hear that the dogs were getting agitated. I 
could hear their hind legs prancing around and they 
were whining quietly, I knew that it would not be long. 
It wasn't. I felt the dog move up over me and just like 
the other time, he started hunching prematurely, and 
spraying me with lubrication. He worked his way up my 
back and soon he was in place and I felt the end of his 
cock stabbing at me.

At one point his cock actually penetrated my ass for a 
moment, but it came out almost immediately and the very 
next stroke it entered my pussy violently. As soon as 
the dog realized that he had his cock in me he started 
fucking me with that incredibly rapid fucking motion 
that dogs have.

Karin's new canine lover was not as good at fucking 
girls apparently. I watched them out of the corner of 
my eye as they pulled him up over her and finally the 
owner had to guide his cock into her pussy.

I knew when it went in. Karin screamed like she had 
been stabbed. Well, I guess she had. She started 
swearing and praying and then she was begging them to 
make it stop. She was sure that the dog was killing 
her. 

I was familiar with the way this was going to go, of 
course, so I just tried to relax and think about 
something else. It still hurt like hell, that huge cock 
slamming into me like a jack hammer, harder and faster 
than any man was capable of. I was aware that as I was 
getting dog fucked the camera man was moving around us 
to get pictures of it from all angles. I heard him tell 
me to lift my head up and smile. 

I wanted to shoot him the finger, but I tried. I was 
smart enough to know that I was never going to win with 
these guys. I could fight them, but I would always 
lose.

As Karin and I were on our knees, side by side, getting 
raped by dogs, I heard the strangest thing. I may have 
been wrong of course, but I would swear that Karin was 
starting to enjoy it. Her breathing was getting very 
fast and labored. But it might have just been from the 
pain.

I felt my dog speed up and thrust into me more 
forcefully and I knew that the knot was coming. When it 
was finally driven into me it hurt, but not as much as 
the first time. And this time I knew what was 
happening. I felt him again, filling me with dog cum. 
And I felt the shock of it all the way to my soul, just 
like the first time.

I was trying not to listen to Karin, because it was 
sounding more and more like she was getting into it. I 
knew that if she actually got off on this, she would 
never be able to forget the humiliation of it. 

I thought that I was getting off easier this time, 
easier than Karin anyway. Since I had done this before 
and knew what was happening, and since I had been raped 
so many times by so many different men, I just didn't 
think that it would be so awful this time. Actually, it 
wasn't. But I was starting to think it was even easier 
for Karin, because it was becoming obvious that she was 
on the verge of orgasm. I heard her rapid breathing and 
I could hear her under her breath saying, "Oh god, no, 
please no! Oh Jesus! Please god no!" 

Then I heard her starting to recite The Lord's Prayer, 
over and over, and I think that helped. Her breathing 
settled down and I am pretty sure that when the pain of 
that knot sinking into her pussy hit her, all the 
excitement was gone. I was so glad, because it would 
have been hard for us to look each other in the eye if 
she had cum while fucking a dog.

It was all over in another fifteen minutes. I mean 
that, it was all over. The dogs were led away and the 
camera was put up and the lights turned off and then 
there was a loud noise and suddenly the room was full 
of cops in riot gear. 

Some of the kids pulled guns and they were shot on the 
spot, but most of them put up their hands and 
surrendered without a fight.

We were wrapped in blankets and a couple of police 
women escorted us out and put us in police cars and 
took us to the police station. Our parents came down 
and brought us some clothes, and a couple of nice cops 
brought us some food, we were famished.

I am not sure that what came next wasn't harder than 
what we had gone through. We spent days writing out 
statements and answering questions and identifying gang 
members. They were disappointed in how few that we 
could actually identify, but we had been blocking out 
the things that happened to us, still, we were able to 
identify most of the older men, the leaders.

They got enough information from us to raid that club 
we had been to. Most of the same pimps were there and 
most of the girls that they brought in were also 
victims of kidnappings and rapes. I heard that most of 
them had been hooked on drugs and were really fucked 
up.

It was more than a year before the trials started 
happening. A lot of the guys pled guilty and we didn't 
have to go to those, of course. The five major players 
in the gang went to trial. They were found guilty, but 
except for Vik, they mostly only got a few years. It 
didn't seem fair to me, after what we had been put 
through. 

Vik got life without parole, because he had such a long 
record. The funny thing was that he didn't even seem to 
care.

The bus driver that had started all of this got almost 
sixty years, and that was the sentence that gave me the 
most satisfaction.

That was all in the future though. 

Karin and I are still best friends. We ended up not 
working that summer. We were given rape counseling, but 
I didn't think that I was all that fucked up. Karin had 
a harder time of it, but she is pretty much okay now 
too. 

Sometimes now, when we are alone, and maybe we have 
snuck a drink, or a joint, sometimes, we talk about 
some of the things that happened, and think that maybe 
some of it wasn't so bad. 

Of course, dating is pretty much out of the question 
for us. Every boy that knows us knows about what 
happened. Well, maybe not everything, but enough. They 
know that we were gang raped for three days by fifty 
black men, men and boys. We still have those tattoos of 
course. That tattoo is as good as a chastity belt. We 
would never let a boy we liked see us naked now.

Some people heard about the dogs too. I thought that 
had been suppressed, until one day I overheard two 
girls at school, one of them was telling the other 
about Karin and me. I heard her mention that we had 
also been raped by dogs. So I guess that part of the 
story is out too. No guy in his right mind is going to 
take one of us to a school dance.

So sometimes, when we are feeling a little mellow, and 
a little horny, we joke about going for a bus ride 
downtown. When we get really horny from talking about 
it, we still have sixty-nine.

The story should have ended here. Not exactly a happy 
ending, but it certainly could have been worse. But it 
didn't. It didn't end there because I got up one 
morning and got dressed and went down the street to 
Karin's house to spend the day at the new pool in her 
back yard. Summer vacation was half over. We had 
stopped seeing the rape counselor. I thought Karin 
should maybe have gone a little longer, but she 
insisted that she was alright now.

When I got to her house I went in through the back 
gate, as I usually do, and saw her sitting on a chair 
on the deck drinking coffee under the shade of an 
umbrella. We had been spending a lot of time in her 
back yard lately, but for some reason we were both 
careful not to get much sun, or much tan.

She offered me some coffee but I didn't care for any. I 
joined her at the table and we sat together in what I 
thought was our usual comfortable silence. It was just 
the two of us. I suspected that from now on it would 
always be just the two of us. She had a funny look on 
her face. I could tell that there was something that 
she was dying to tell me. She looked more animated than 
she had since we were taken from that bus stop a month 
ago.

I was so happy to see her this way, not her normal 
listless self, that I couldn't even wait her out. I had 
to ask what had happened.

She grinned at me, a smile that I had not seen on her 
face since before "It" happened. I couldn't help 
smiling back at her. 

"What happened Karin?" I asked for a second time.

She was teasing me, drawing it out, but finally she 
looked around, even though she knew that we were all 
alone in the back yard and she said, "I got fucked last 
night."

I wasn't sure what to make of that. I wasn't sure if I 
should be happy for her or worried about her. 

I waited for her to go on, but she seemed to be waiting 
for me to say something. I wasn't sure what to say. I 
wasn't sure what she meant. Did she have a new 
boyfriend? Her old one had not spoken to her since "It" 
happened.

That wasn't likely. Neither of us went out much now. It 
was too hard to face people we knew, because we knew 
what they were thinking when they saw us.

She finally went on, telling me what happened last 
night. She was so excited, just like her old self, but 
her story was not like anything her old self would have 
told.

There is a large park that runs all through our city 
along the river that the city grew up around. It has 
golf courses and riding trails and ball fields and 
picnic areas. It is huge and really nice. All kinds of 
animals live there, even deer.

One of the entrances to the park is at the end of our 
street. Karin had gone for a walk yesterday evening, 
well, late afternoon. She was sitting on a rock near 
the river and just staring at the water when a car 
pulled up to the picnic table nearby. 

She had ignored it, assuming that it was a family 
stopping for an evening out in the park, not an unusual 
occurrence. It was not a family though. She heard the 
voices of young black men and she looked around and 
spotted five of them. They appeared to range in age 
from around sixteen or seventeen to at the most twenty 
years old and when she saw them a shiver went through 
her. There was a flash back, at first. A touch of panic 
washed over her. 

But the panic instantly dissipated, and in its place 
was something else. She had not even been sure what she 
was feeling, anticipation maybe?

She turned back to the river and tried to analyze what 
she was feeling. But she was very aware of the young 
men behind her, and she heard them when they finally 
spotted her sitting there. They all went suddenly 
silent.

She could feel them staring at her. She heard one of 
them approach her and she was suddenly very nervous. He 
wasn't threatening. He was cocky, but she didn't feel 
that terror she had felt that morning when we had first 
stepped off of that bus in the middle a gang of young 
gangsters.

He introduced himself, obviously trying to feel her 
out. She had talked with him and when his friends saw 
that she was talking to him they came over and gathered 
around and joined the conversation. 

She had been nervous at first, but soon they were all 
sharing a joint and when the young guy that had first 
started talking to her moved closer and put his arms 
around her she had not resisted at all. In fact, she 
didn't resist anything that the boys did to her last 
night. She was aware of the other four young men 
watching closely, and she enjoyed it.

The one that was holding her turned her to face him and 
instead of kissing her, which she might have expected 
as his first move, he started tracing her with his 
finger. He had stopped talking, they all had, and they 
were all concentrating on his finger as it started at 
her neck and moved down her body, lightly moving over 
her breasts and pausing when he became aware of the 
rings that were still in her nipples. 

She saw his reaction and she smiled. Then she 
remembered the tattoo and she had smiled even wider. 

She was sorry at that moment that she was wearing 
jeans, but it didn't look like she would be wearing 
them for a lot longer. The finger that had been tracing 
her breasts and was now resting on the ring in her 
nipple had come to a stop. The boy smiled at her and 
said, "I never would have guessed!"

She smiled back and said, "Wait until you see my 
tattoo."

He smiled and said, "Show me."

So she had. She had stood up and pulled her t-shirt 
off. She wasn't wearing a bra. She looked around at the 
five black faces and saw the lust, and she was the 
happiest that she had been since we had been rescued 
from that clubhouse downtown over a month ago. 

She turned to the man that had told her to show him her 
tattoo and flipped her nipple rings with her fingers 
and smiled and said, "Do you like them?"

"Oh yeah, baby, I love them!" he exclaimed. "But I am 
still waiting to see that tattoo."

Karin reached for the button on her jeans and teasingly 
opened it and slowly pulled the zipper down. Then she 
stepped out of her sandals and slid her jeans down 
slowly, shaking her sexy little butt for their 
entertainment as she did.

She told me that she stood in front of the five young 
black men and she said that she had felt more alive 
than she had since she and I had been taken at the bus 
stop, and more empowered. The things that had happened 
to us were no longer a cross to bear, a shadow over our 
life keeping us from enjoying a normal life or ever 
being able to have a lover.

She had stood in front of her new friend and asked, 
"Would you mind helping me with these?"

He had smiled and slowly pulled her panties down. When 
he had uncovered her tattoo he had stopped and smiled 
up at her and said, "I'll be god damned!"

The other four young men were all behind her and didn't 
know what he had uncovered. They had heard that tone of 
voice though and they were asking him anxiously what he 
had discovered.

He looked around her and said, "You guys aren't going 
to believe this." Then he had put his hands on her hips 
and turned her to face his friends.

They made all of the appropriate comments, and Karin 
felt alive and sexy again for the first time in a 
month. 

She finished taking her underwear off and then she 
turned back around and dropped to her knees in front of 
the first young man and started trying to unfasten his 
pants. But he stopped her. She was obviously 
disappointed but he said, "Sweetheart, not here. The 
park police are like the Gestapo. Come on. Let's go 
someplace quiet so we can all fuck the shit out of 
you."

That had been all that she needed to hear. She had 
gotten into the back seat of the car between two of the 
young men and they were all over her as soon as they 
got in. She had not even bothered to grab her clothes, 
but luckily one of them had picked them up as they were 
leaving. 

She didn't look where they were going, she had the 
hands of two men all over her body and she was kissing 
them both passionately. They lived nearby. They only 
drove for a few minutes before they pulled into a 
narrow driveway and parked in front of a nice house in 
one of the older sections of town. It was only a few 
blocks from her house. 

They didn't bother dressing her. They just surrounded 
her and walked her to the front door and inside. The 
orgy started before the front door was even closed.

Karin was pulled into the living room and the five 
young men all started ripping off their clothes, 
anxious to explore her, anxious to use her.

Karin was telling me this entire story, with so many 
vivid details. It was almost like I was there. I could 
see it in my mind! And it was turning me on.

She had been passed between them for a few minutes as 
they kissed her and explored her body with their hands. 
The comments from the four that were watching at any 
one time were just as exciting to her as the hands that 
were roughly moving over her, groping and squeezing and 
pulling.

Finally one of them pushed her to her knees and one 
after the other she sucked them all off, taking each 
hard cock down her willing, eager throat. It was a 
treat that they had not enjoyed before and they were 
very appreciative of her skills.

One after the other they came in her mouth and she 
drank down all of their hot juice as though it was the 
most delicious drink that she had ever had. 

By the time she had sucked off the last of them, the 
first two or three were ready for more. One of them, 
probably the one that lived there, ran and got a large, 
fluffy towel and spread it out on the floor and then 
they stretched her out on it and one at a time they 
each fucked her. 

They lasted longer this time, and they came, but they 
didn't cum like Karin did. She came over and over, 
loudly and violently, holding them tight to her small 
body and thrusting up to meet every stroke of their 
big, hard cocks.

She was finally satisfied by the time they had all 
taken her, but would have gladly gone around again. 
They were sitting around her on the floor now, talking 
quietly as the boys admired her body. She didn't know 
if they were done for the night or not. There was a 
noise at the front door and everyone looked up, 
startled, to see an older man enter. 

One of the younger men, the one that had seemed to be 
the youngest, looked a little nervous, but he looked up 
and said, "Hi pop."

His father stood at the entrance to the living room, 
looking around, but mostly looking at Karin. He 
obviously didn't know what to say at first. He looked 
at Karin, who seemed relaxed and not in the least upset 
at being caught in the middle of a gang bang, and after 
a minute or two asked, "Girl, are you here of your own 
free will?"

She smiled up at him. She thought that was a wonderful 
thing to ask her. "Yes," she said, "and I am having a 
ball!"

The man looked at her curiously for a minute and then 
he asked, "You're that Brock girl, aren't you?"

Karin wasn't surprised that he knew her. She knew that 
we were pretty famous around here. She nodded.

He asked, "After what you went through, are you sure 
that this is the best thing for you to be doing?"

"My counselor would probably say no," she responded, 
"but I'm never going to have a normal life again. No 
boy that knows what happened to me will ever date me. 
They probably wouldn't even take me somewhere to have 
sex with me. Not if they know what happened, not as 
long as I have this tattoo."

He looked down and saw her tattoo for the first time 
and shook his head, obviously sympathetic. "I suppose 
you are right," he said, "but isn't what you are doing 
here just a little bit counterproductive? This can't be 
good for your self esteem."

Karin smiled and said, "Just the opposite. I am having 
fun and feeling better about myself for the first time 
in a month. Would you care to join us?"

The man had smiled and said, "You are lovely, and sexy 
as hell. However, I'm afraid that is not the example 
that I want to set for my teenage son who is already 
teetering on the edge of respectability. Look at him 
now, for instance, inviting a group of his friends into 
his home to take advantage of a young rape victim. I 
would have hoped that he would have more compassion 
than that."

Karin said that she and the boy's father had seen the 
same thing at the same time. Those five young men had 
no idea who she was, or that she had been raped. They 
had only known that she was young and attractive and 
willing.

She had used a corner of the towel to clean herself off 
and then she stood up and walked over to the man and 
said, "Your son and his friends were very nice to me, 
and they didn't do anything to me that I didn't want 
done. I enjoyed it every bit as much as they did. You 
are a single dad. That is pretty obvious just looking 
around. I would be happy to spend a little time with 
you now, since I have worn your son and his friends 
out. If you are uncomfortable doing it here, we can go 
somewhere else."

The boys started egging him on and you could tell that 
he was uncomfortable with it, with the idea of further 
damaging what he feared might be a very damaged psyche, 
but she was beautiful, and far more than willing, and 
it had been a very long time.

Karin stepped closer and put her arms around him and 
kissed him. "I really don't mind, in fact, I really 
wish that you would join us. We have been having a 
really good time."

As she spoke, she discretely slid one hand down his 
body and teased his crotch lightly. She felt that he 
was already aroused and she said, "I am very good at 
this, I think you will be glad that you did. I swear, I 
am not going to freak out. I know what I am doing, and 
who I am doing it with, and I feel good about it."

The son said, "Come on dad, it will do you some good, 
and she wasn't kidding, she really does like it, you 
should have heard her!"

The man dropped his briefcase and stepped back and took 
his suit coat and tie off. He was looking down at the 
other boys and he asked, "You guys really don't know 
who this is?"

They all shook their heads. It was obvious that they 
didn't.

He turned Karin around and said, "This is Karin Brock. 
She lives near here. A terrible thing happened to her 
about a month ago. She seems to have recovered pretty 
well, but you could have really fucked up if she was as 
fragile as most women would be after what she has been 
through. Miss Brock, would you mind telling them what 
happened to you? I think that they should know. Because 
I want them to know that if you had not been here of 
your own free will I would have called the police 
myself."

Karin thought that was sweet and while he was 
undressing, she told the five young men what had 
happened to her last month. She told them everything, 
even the part about the dog. When she was finished they 
looked guilty, as though they were guilty of being men, 
because men had done that to her.

She smiled at them and said, "Come on guys, lighten up. 
It was rough, I got over it. That doesn't mean that all 
is right with the world now. I have rings now, but I 
kind of like them. I have a life altering tattoo, but 
for some reason I have not been able to bring myself to 
remove it. Neither has my best friend. I doubt if 
either one of us could tell you why. I don't know if I 
can go back to my school next year and deal with the 
other students, but then, I doubt if there is anywhere 
that I could go that what happened to me won't follow 
me."

"Right now the only thing that is important is that I 
like sex, I missed it for the last month. I am having 
fun with you guys, and I could have said no. You didn't 
rape me, so lighten up."

Karin turned around and saw that the man was ready. She 
said, "Before we go any further, I don't know anyone's 
name here. May I ask yours?"

He smiled and said, "Forgive me. I am not in the habit 
of coming home to find naked teenage white girls in my 
living room. I am afraid that I have forgotten my 
manners, as have my son and his friends. My name is 
Nathan Charles. My son is Thomas, or Tom. He hates that 
name and his friends call him TC." 

Nathan then went around and pointed out the others and 
told her their names. Then she said, "Thank you kind 
sir. Nathan." Then she took him in her arms again and 
kissed him for a moment before she dropped to her knees 
and took him into her mouth. She told me that he has a 
very large cock, and they were both surprised when she 
was able to take it into her throat. When we were being 
raped we had not had a choice. It was nice to know that 
she could do it on her own. Nathan thought so too.

He pushed her head away and said, "Karin, wait. That is 
fantastic. I have never enjoyed a woman's mouth so much 
in my life. For that very reason, I am going to have to 
sit down and get comfortable while you carry on, if you 
don't mind."

She smiled at him and as he walked to a nearby chair 
she followed eagerly, anxious to finish what she had 
started.

She was soon back at work between Nathan's thighs and 
it must have been a very long time since he had last 
had sex, because he came in a very short time. His 
orgasm lasted longer than she could remember anyone 
ever lasting. She was forced to swallow twice before 
she took him back into her throat and let him shoot the 
rest of what was obviously his first cum in a very long 
time straight down her throat.

She waited until he finished and then she pulled her 
head back and said, "Oh my god! You have been saving 
that up for a long time!"

Then she licked the head of his cock clean and started 
sucking him again immediately. He shivered at first, 
but he watched her work at his quickly growing cock 
with a look of awe on his face.

When he was hard again she sat up on her heels and then 
got to her feet. She pulled him up and led him over to 
the towel where she had fucked the boys earlier. 

He followed willingly and was no longer reticent as he 
dropped to his knees between her thighs and soon he was 
fucking her, powerfully, but not violently, not trying 
to hurt her like so many men had last month.

She came quickly and loudly, and then she came twice 
more before he finally came again. He shivered as he 
supported himself on his arms over her for a moment, 
then he rolled off and lay beside her, catching his 
breath. 

Karin got up and cleaned him eagerly and as she worked 
she heard his son, TC say in a respectful voice, "Way 
to go dad!"

When she had finished cleaning Nathan, she looked 
around and saw that all the boys seemed to have 
recovered and soon she was taking them two at a time. 
The boys in her mouth were frequently having their 
blowjobs interrupted by her cries of passion as she had 
orgasm after orgasm. Eventually they had all cum again, 
and then everyone was just sitting around, naked and 
comfortable and resting and talking quietly. It was 
just a pleasant evening for all of them now.

Before anyone realized it, it had gotten late and Karin 
had to go home. Nathan offered to drive her home after 
she got cleaned up and dressed. She gratefully 
accepted, but before she left they agreed to meet again 
the next evening. Karin asked if she could bring her 
best friend. 

Everyone thought that sounded like a great idea. So 
now, Karin was looking at me, and seeing how excited I 
was, she just waited for me to say something.

I realized that I was sitting on the edge of my seat 
and I sat back and took a deep breath.

I didn't know what to say. It sounded very exciting, 
but did I really want to do this today? If I did, that 
would mean that the tattoo was right. Did I want that 
kind of life? All lust, all the sex I could handle and 
no love?

Then I thought about the odds of finding love after 
what we had gone through. I considered the odds of 
finding a boy that could look at that tattoo and not 
run. That brought me back to the question of why we had 
not had those tattoos removed yet. 

I knew one reason. Our parents didn't know about them. 
We had not had the nerve to tell them, and there had 
been no reason for anyone else to tell them. They 
didn't actually know any of the details from those 
three days, except for the very broadest overview. They 
couldn't handle it.

I couldn't blame them. The last persons on earth that I 
could talk about those events to were my parents. Karin 
was the same way. We had had several joint sessions 
with our rape counselor, and we had been able to tell 
her everything, including details that turned her 
stomach. Not our parents, we couldn't tell our parents.

I would rather die than find myself back in a situation 
like that again. But damn! That detailed description 
that Karin had just given me of what had happened 
yesterday afternoon and evening had caused me to soak 
right through my shorts! 

I decided on what I thought was the best course of 
action. I said, "Karin, can we go to your room for a 
while. Then we can talk about it."

Karin grinned and stood up and we rushed to her bedroom 
and undressed quickly. We wasted no time with foreplay, 
we dove right in and I had my first orgasm almost 
instantly. 

Karin laughed. She knew how excited I was. Then we 
started eating in earnest. We had begun to get very 
good at this in recent weeks. There was no longer any 
guilt associated with it. We knew that we were not gay. 
We just enjoyed sex and we were very good at pleasing 
each other. So we did. We ate each other eagerly and 
after we had both had several orgasms we stretched out 
on our sides facing each other and we just lay there 
feeling close and playing with the rings in each 
other's bodies. 

A lot of bad things happened to us a month ago, but I 
have to admit one thing. I doubt if any two friends 
have ever been closer than Karin and I were now, or any 
two sisters for that matter. We could almost read each 
other's mind. So she knew that I wanted to go with her.

Hell, I knew that I wanted to go with her. I was just 
afraid of what it would mean for my future. I wanted to 
go, I loved sex. I just didn't want to just be a cunt 
for the rest of my life.

We didn't talk for a minute or two. Then I asked, "What 
about love?"

Karin shrugged and said, "I haven't given up on it. It 
won't happen this week or the next. Those tattoos will 
have to go first, unless we find the right guy. These 
guys were different. They weren't like the guys 
downtown. They were pretty nice. I think you'd like 
them, especially Nathan."

It's funny. We didn't live in a segregated area. There 
were black families all around us, all mixed in. We 
knew some black girls. We went to an all girl school 
though, so we didn't know many guys at all, and the 
ones that we knew were all white. 

I heard our rape councilor tell my father that Karin 
and I were only minimally socialized because of our 
attending the single sex school. I think I finally knew 
what she meant.

It isn't that we were prejudiced, though I knew a lot 
of girls that were. We just didn't know any black boys. 
I would have probably said no automatically if a black 
boy had asked me out. The idea of dating a black kid 
had never even occurred to me! I wonder what it would 
be like. I had seen interracial couples, of course, and 
didn't give it much thought. Except that I thought it 
must be difficult for them. Even in this day and age, 
people just were not very tolerant.

But what about dating a black boy now? With all that 
had happened to me, what would I feel about a black boy 
now if he was nice to me? I know one thing; my parents 
would have me stoned before they would permit it!

I looked at the clock. It was still a little before 
noon. "What time are you meeting them?" I asked Karin.

"Are you thinking about it?" she asked.

I guess I was, I had asked. I ran my finger lightly 
down her stomach to her clit ring and toyed with it, 
watching her twitch as I did. Then I said, "Yes, I 
suppose I am. You realize that you will have the number 
of hardons that you get to play with cut in half, don't 
you?"

Karin grinned and said, "I bet that they get hard in a 
hurry after they watch us together for a little while."

I chuckled and said, "Yes, guys do seem to find that 
interesting, don't they?"

She was playing with my clit ring now too. It made for 
a much more exciting conversation.

"What time?" I asked again.

She said, "One o'clock. I told them that we would start 
walking and they are going to pick us up around the 
corner."

"You were pretty sure that I was going, huh?" I said.

Karin just nodded. Like I said, we know each other 
pretty well.

We got up and dressed and went downstairs and had a 
couple of tuna salad sandwiches and a diet coke. Then 
we brushed our teeth and stared at the clock and 
finally said the hell with it and started walking. We 
were a half hour early, so we would get to TC's house 
before they left to come and get us. I suppose that it 
was too late in our lives to try to play hard to get or 
act coy. If I were shy, sweet and innocent, I wouldn't 
be walking over to some strange kid's house to join my 
best friend in another gangbang.

The car was still in the driveway when we walked up the 
front steps and rang the bell. Mr. Charles knew that we 
were coming, and was looking forward to meeting me, but 
he had to work and wouldn't be home until around five.

TC came to the door and smiled and let us in. Karin 
introduced me to them. TC, who had answered the door, 
was the youngest. I also met Terry, the oldest at 
nineteen, 

I was introduced to Beta. That was his nickname not his 
name, Terry said that was what they called him because 
he was a work in progress, sometimes they didn't think 
that he was quite right yet. They were teasing him, he 
seemed nice though. Beta was nineteen too. He had just 
had a birthday.

Terry and Beta were sophomores at the local city 
college.

Then there was Jeff, who was a college freshman, or 
would be when school started back. Finally there was 
Billy who was a high school senior along with TC. 

While Karin had been going from boy to boy making 
introductions, she had also been slowly undressing. 
When I saw what she was doing I decided I might as well 
not wait. I was nude by the time I said hello to Billy. 

Billy had grabbed Karin after she finished the 
introductions and kissed her and put his hands on her 
ass. I liked the way his big black hands looked on her 
ass. I had forgotten how sexy that looked.

Karin pushed him away and asked, "Have any of you guys 
every seen two girls making love?"

They all indicated that they had not.

Before she could say anything I asked, "Would you like 
to?"

They all seemed to think that was a great idea.

Karin came over to where I was standing and just as I 
was taking her into my arms she said over her shoulder, 
"TC, you might want to get something for us to lie on, 
so that we don't stain your dad's nice carpet."

As Karin and I fell into each other's arms TC was gone 
and back in seconds. He spread the blanket that he 
gotten on the floor and after a minute or two of 
hugging and kissing we went ahead and got comfortable 
in the center of those nice young guys and made one of 
their dreams come true.

We had been doing this pretty regularly since we had 
been forced to a month ago. We had come to enjoy it. It 
really took the edge off sometimes. Now, with our horny 
audience surrounding us and the sound of their heavy 
breathing to add to our own excitement, it was much 
more stimulating. We kissed and touched and finally we 
moved into a sixty-nine. 

We ate each other to several orgasms, much needed 
orgasms. Even though we had just done this a little 
more than an hour ago, back in Karin's bedroom before 
we ate lunch, the idea of being here and doing it for 
these guys, and the idea of what was going to follow 
was driving us right up the wall.

We finally separated. We wanted to save something for 
the guys. We sat up on our heels, facing each other and 
licked each other's face clean. Then we walked on our 
knees to the two closest boys and started sucking.

I had not sucked a cock, or been fucked, since we had 
been rescued. I was surprised at how much I had missed 
it, in light of how much I had hated it when they had 
first made us do it. It is a very erotic thing to do 
for someone, and we both enjoyed doing it very much 
now.

We sucked all five boys off, and as we sucked them, the 
ones that were not being sucked off were sitting 
nearby, exploring our bodies with their hands. It made 
an exciting pastime just that much more fun.

Once all of them had cum in our mouths, we looked 
around and saw that the first guys to get sucked off 
were hard already and we took them by the hand and 
pulled them over to the blanket. 

Karin and I lay down side by side and the first two 
boys to be ready got on top of us and fucked us 
eagerly. Not necessarily skillfully, but eager was 
nice. They both had nice cocks, and since they had just 
cum in our mouths they were able to last while both of 
us had several orgasms. 

When they had cum and sat up, Karin and I sat up and 
cleaned them, as had become our habit, and then we 
cleaned each other the same way. The next two boys in 
line couldn't watch much of that before they were 
tearing us apart and jumping us. 

Karin and I, and the boys of course, had a ball, but by 
the time Mr. Charles got home, the boys were exhausted. 
I finally met Nathan. He was just as nice as Karin 
described him. I suggested that he and Karin and I take 
a shower before we get better acquainted. 

He liked that idea and we went upstairs to the master 
bedroom and Karin and I undressed him and then we took 
a long hot shower. Afterwards, we had planned on 
putting on another show for him but he had another 
idea. 

He led us back downstairs and brought a fresh blanket 
with him. We got comfortable in the middle of the floor 
and he knelt at our feet and ate us both out. There had 
been several times while we were captives that a boy 
had used his tongue on our pussy, once or twice, to 
provide some moisture for the next rape. This was the 
first time that a man had eaten either of us out. 

We, Karin and I, did this pretty often and got a lot of 
pleasure from it. It quickly became obvious to us that 
we didn't know what we were doing! Nathan was good, 
damned good! We both went crazy when he used his tongue 
on us, and we found out later that the boys had learned 
a lot too.

Finally our pussies couldn't take any more and we 
pushed him away. We put him on his back on the blanket 
and while Karin started licking and sucking his balls, 
I went to work on his big beautiful cock. 

He must have found eating us out to be pretty exciting 
because there was a huge amount of lubricant dripping 
from the end of his throbbing cock. I quickly licked 
that up and took him into my throat. He had gotten that 
same treatment yesterday from Karin, of course. This 
was hotter though. There were two of us and in far too 
short a time he was blasting a load of hot cum down my 
throat. I pulled back so that I could get some in my 
mouth. Then, while he relaxed, I tasted his cum and let 
him see how much I liked it before I swallowed. He 
groaned as he watched me, which really made me feel 
good. A girl likes to be appreciated.

Nathan finally sat up and slid back to lean against a 
large, overstuffed chair. He said, "You two are the two 
most remarkable young women that I have ever met! I 
swear to you, I wish that I were my son's age, I would 
marry you both!"

I walked over to him on my knees and said, "Karin is 
right, you are very sweet, but you wouldn't want a 
couple of girls like us. We are damaged goods now."

I saw the stricken look on his face and I was instantly 
sorry that I had said that.

He started to speak but I put my fingers to his mouth 
and stopped him. I straddled his lap and said, "I'm 
sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It is partially true 
of course, but mostly it is just a coping mechanism for 
Karin and me. We say outlandish things to each other. 
We haven't given up. Not yet. We still hope to have a 
more or less normal life sometime. For now though, that 
is pretty much out of the question."

"When Karin was telling me about you this morning I 
heard how much she liked you in her voice. You are a 
very nice man. You should not feel guilty about 
anything that happens here between us. We are enjoying 
it. I would even go so far as to say that we need this. 
At least we need it right now. Besides, just think how 
much your son and his friends just learned about sex! 
Damn! You are fucking fantastic! I might hold you to 
that marriage thing yet!"

Nathan put his arms around me and held me close for a 
while. It felt really good. I felt comfortable and 
protected. I had not felt that in a long time. He 
kissed the top of my head and started to put me off of 
his lap. I knew why, I could feel his cock growing 
under me. I wasn't going to be put off that easily. 

I put my arms around his neck and smiled and kissed him 
and then I said, "No you don't mister! I grew that on 
my own, it's mine!"

He laughed as I rearranged myself and sank down on his 
long, fat cock. It felt wonderful, better than any 
other cock I had had today, and I had been through some 
pretty nice ones. I sank down until I had the entire 
cock buried in my pussy and then I just held it and 
used the muscles in my pussy to squeeze it for a minute 
or two. 

We sat like that for a few minutes and I kissed him 
lightly, teasing him. After a little while though I 
needed more. I started working up and down on it and it 
felt even better. He was watching my tits bounce as I 
moved, and I loved the look in his eyes as he watched 
me. I felt a light touch on my shoulders and Karin was 
beside me and she leaned forward and started kissing 
him and running her hand over his chest and his 
stomach. I thought it looked sexy as hell. I just hoped 
that she didn't make him cum too fast. She didn't. 

I felt myself getting close and I was speeding up and 
making "I'm about to cum" noises. Karin moved back and 
used one hand to reach down and play with my clit ring, 
and with the other hand she reached under my ass and 
started playing with Nathan's balls. We came together 
in a fantastic orgasm that went on and on. 

I finally collapsed on top of him and, when he had gone 
soft, I finally rolled away and sat down beside him. I 
was watching the other guys now, and I saw how much the 
show had affected them. I felt so proud. Meanwhile, 
Karin was going back and forth between Nathan and me 
and cleaning up.

It wasn't long before we were back with the boys and by 
the time they had all cum again we were all done for 
the evening. We just didn't want to leave. We just sat 
around in the nude and talked and it was so nice.

For the next month, Karin and I went there every 
evening and most weekdays. Our parents thought that we 
were going for long walks in the park. 

One day, just before school started, Nathan came home 
from the office and we finally found out where he 
worked. He was a local attorney. Without our knowledge, 
he had been working with the local DA and the local 
police and it seems that the gang that had kidnapped us 
had a long criminal history, and extensive assets. 

The police had seized numerous late model and special 
interest cars, an astounding amount of real estate, and 
several very large bank accounts. Nathan was working 
out a more or less unopposed settlement with the gangs 
attorneys and it looked like Karin and I were going to 
come into a large sum of money soon. We wouldn't be 
rich, but we would be able to afford to get a couple of 
tattoos removed, and pay for college if we decided to 
go.

We did, eventually, get the tattoos removed. It took a 
lot of treatments. And there are still signs that they 
were there, if you look close. 

Our fellow students had been more tolerant and 
understanding than we had anticipated. We went back to 
school and, there were some uncomfortable moments from 
time to time, but eventually we just kind of put it all 
behind us. We didn't forget it. It is not something you 
can forget, but we didn't let it own our lives.

We went to college together, and it was at college 
where the real test came. We started dating. We started 
falling in love. Then we had to decide if and when to 
tell the people we fell in love with about our past. 
And if we told them, how much should we tell them?

Karin lost someone that she had fallen hard for when 
she told him what had happened. I was really worried 
about her. I told Nathan about it, he talked to both of 
us about once a week. We didn't have sex with him 
anymore. He had become a sort of surrogate father to us 
now. Believe it or not, we were closer to him than we 
were to our real fathers.

Nathan drove up to our school that night and went to 
see Karin. He took her out and spent the evening with 
her and whatever he said, it worked. She was still sad 
after that, but I could tell she was going to be okay.

She got luckier with the next guy. She really agonized 
over telling him, but we both felt it was necessary 
that anyone we got serious with be told. They would be 
bound to find out eventually, we had to know they could 
handle it.

By the time we were ready to graduate from college, 
Karin was engaged and her fiancé new everything. He had 
even met and been approved of by Nathan. That was more 
important than what her dad thought of him, though her 
dad liked him too.

They didn't marry right away though. They both intended 
to go to law school. Karin was inspired by Nathan and 
wanted to follow in his footsteps.

I had some serious loves in the four years of college, 
but no engagements. I had no desire to go to school for 
one more minute after graduation. I was not the scholar 
that Karin was. So law school wasn't an option for me.

I had good grades though and got a good job back home 
after graduation. I found an apartment and bought a car 
and was just kind of going where life took me. 

One day I was visiting Nathan and he was cooking us a 
nice dinner. After we ate and cleaned up we were in his 
living room having a drink and some conversation when 
TC came in. 

I had kept up with TC. He had turned out to be just 
like his father. He was a very nice young man, very 
handsome, and very smart. He had gone to law school 
too. He was in his final year and already had job 
offers. While he was there that evening, he invited me 
out for dinner the following Friday, and I was happy to 
go. I already knew that I enjoyed his company, and that 
he had become an accomplished lover.

We kept in touch while he went back to school, and we 
started dating when he moved back to town and went to 
work. Then we lived together for a while. We were both 
very happy. I was surprised to learn how much easier it 
could be to date out of your race than I had thought 
that it would be. 

We got a lot of funny looks, but we got used to it. The 
people who were our friends didn't seem to care. He 
asked me to marry him one day. I looked at him and 
said, "TC, you know me better than anyone. You know you 
deserve better than me."

You would have thought I had hit him! He took me in his 
arms and said, "Christ! You really are a dumb blonde, 
aren't you! There is no one better than you. And there 
is no one else for me. Let me put it another way, 
slave, you will marry me!"

We had joked about that dumb tattoo over the years, 
enough that any residual mental pain was gone. So I 
could smile and ask, "Have you really thought this 
through?"

"I have thought of nothing else. I love you. My dad 
loves you. My friends love you. If I had a dog my dog 
would love you." 

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out an 
engagement ring with a rock as big as my fist!

I looked at it and said, "I love you. I will marry you. 
But the first thing we have to do is get this resized. 
I refuse to wear a god damn boulder on my finger! We 
are going to need a much smaller stone."

He looked hurt, but he got over it. 

My parents were a little less happy about my marriage 
than Nathan was. Once they got to know him though, they 
came around. I even heard my father apologize to him a 
few years later, for having reservations. 

Like I said, he was a smart man. He understood, after 
what had happened to me, that my parents might have a 
problem with me marrying a black man. He was patient 
with my family and I appreciated it. He was more 
patient with them than I was I guess.

There was another big benefit to marrying one of the 
guys from those party days. Every once in a while we 
still get together for a party. Nathan even joins us 
once in a while. We don't do it that often, maybe every 
two or three months. Although Karin knows about it, and 
would love to join us, she doesn't want to cheat on her 
husband, and she isn't sure if she can tell him about 
it.

We are being patient though. I think she will come 
around eventually. I have met her husband. I think he 
might enjoy it more than she thinks, I think he is just 
afraid that if she knew that he would enjoy it she 
would be mad at him for not being jealous. I 
understand, it is hard living with a woman.

The End

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