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The Game: Echo's Of Rape
by Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

A twelve year old girl has fantasies about playing a 
sexual game. She likes the idea of saying no when she 
means really yes. One night when she goes to a party, 
her fantasy becomes reality thanks to a boy named Brad 
and a horny dog. (Mmfg, ped, reluc, mast, anal, exh, 
beast, enema, ws)
  
*** 

I suppose it's not too abnormal for a twelve year old 
girl (soon to be thirteen) to want to experiment with 
sex, but I guess it is kind of weird for one to want to 
get raped. Oh, I don't mean brutally beaten in an alley 
or on some back road somewhere, but raped and turned 
into a slut. Yes, that's me, still to this day I love 
being a fuck toy. In fact, at twenty-four years old, I 
am the biggest little slut in my entire county, and I 
love it. 

I know it's weird but I started having these fantasies 
at the dawn of puberty, just after my big sister told me 
about her slut of a roommate in her college dorm. When I 
was eleven, my sister gave me very detailed stories 
about how her roommate fucked almost anyone, almost 
anywhere, whenever she got the chance. She had even 
fucked guys' right there in their dorm room with the 
lights on while my sister pretended to study or sleep 
through it. 

This thought fascinated me, but what intrigued me even 
more was that her roommate especially liked for the guy 
to take her forcefully, even when she resisted, although 
not outright rape- just as a game. I fell in love with 
the idea and wanted to be in a circumstance where I 
could pretend that I didn't know where things were going 
until it was too late for me to do anything about it. 

Naïve little me- now it would be unfair for me to stop 
him now that I let him go this far, wouldn't it? 
Basically, I wanted someone to want me so badly that 
they had to have me at nearly any cost- but not actually 
go through the horrors of true rape.

I know how that sounds but what can I say? I have a 
fetish. My big sister told me her roommate's theory was 
that sometimes "no, no" does mean "yes, yes" and that 
makes sex much more exciting. But any man that has ever 
heard sincere screams for help while tears are pouring 
out from her humiliated face, all the while the girl is 
pounding her fists into him, screaming, "No! Stop!" then 
he obviously knows it's a real "no". 

Not that it needs to even get that far. If a guy does 
choose to continue passed an obvious point then it 
ceases to become a sexual game and becomes rape. And if 
that man denies this point when it makes itself known, 
then he is no longer just kinky; he is a rapist. 

In any case, I am an adult now, and even to this day, I 
fantasize about what happened to me on that hot summer 
night when I was twelve. The night of my first big-time 
teenage party; and that night I lost my virginity was 
the first time my "no" meant "yes".

The party was at a friend's house way out in the middle 
of some woods and I went dressed like a total slut. I 
was wearing a school girl outfit (I know it drives guys 
wild) and white cotton panties. 

I was extremely underdeveloped for my age, and while my 
chest is just an A cup now, back then I had nothing but 
small pink nipples and tiny buds just starting to form. 
They poked outwardly with the width and shape of the 
very bottom of an ice cream cone. I knew a girl who was 
ten years old that had bigger ones than mine. I still 
hadn't gotten any pubic hair either and often wondered 
if she had sprouted yet. But that's okay, because I was 
prettier than her. I had mid-back length, dark brown 
hair and green eyes, and my body frame was very petite 
and rock hard with some serious feminine abs. 

I had been dancing the night away and I was now very 
trashed, but I wasn't too drunk to notice that certain 
types of guys would look at me lustfully. Maybe they 
liked the petite look, maybe they liked the way I moved, 
or maybe they were just perverts and I like how young I 
was. That didn't bother me though, because while those 
guys were staring at me during the party, especially 
while I was on the dance floor, I made a point of 
prancing about, taking shots, and dancing very sexually. 
I needed to make sure they knew that I may be the 
youngest one there, but I was no kid.

Since all of the boys at the party were older, I didn't 
know any of them. Most of them were Adrian's big 
brother's chums and I never hung with that crowd

After a while I was taking a much needed rest and had 
just opened another beer bottle when I saw Adrian over 
in the next room go outside with a boy of about sixteen 
or seventeen. She was the only other one there that was 
near my age, which already felt kind of awkward. I 
didn't want to be the only one. 

It didn't surprise me that she had taken up with an 
older boy; she loved guys, but she was always talking 
about how she didn't like guys our age because they were 
so immature. I guess that she found an older one here 
that she liked and she was going to fool around with 
him. Adrian had been telling me that she was sick of 
being a virgin and wanting to fuck some guys. 

I thought that was cool, but I didn't want her to ditch 
me here with no one I knew, so I suddenly had a great 
drunken need to snag her before she disappeared so I 
could have some fake-important girl chat- so I headed 
for the door. It took me a few moments to stumble my way 
through the crowd, almost falling twice, and by the time 
I got outside she was nowhere to be found. 

Under the dim lighting I saw usual party goers that hang 
outside of a party house. Although do to my inexperience 
at the time I didn't think of them as specific types of 
partiers way back then. There were the porch monkeys 
smoking joints, and even in the heat of summer, all of 
the stand-out-around-a-bonfire-and-talk-politics people 
scattered here and there, drinks in hand and music 
jamming in the background.
 
I thought they might have headed out back so I walked 
around the side of the house. I was getting to the point 
where I had to pee, and I figured I could piss under the 
cover of darkness while I was back there, as we were out 
in the middle of nowhere. I had piss outside a number of 
times, and I somehow always got pussy-tingles when I 
did. 

I followed the familiar line of tall shrubs which 
followed the wall on that side of the house and when I 
was over half way around I caught sight of a couple in 
the darkness that was up against the wall, making out. I 
froze and was watching them enviously, and getting very 
horny I might add, when suddenly the girl smacked him 
and yelled something about him promising not to use his 
tongue because they had just met. Then she stormed away 
in a huff, passing me without so much as much as a 
glance. 

I looked over to the boy, who looked like he was just 
setting out after her when he saw me in the shadows. He 
continued to walk towards me until we were face to face, 
although it was more like face to chest. I was kind of 
short for my age and he was kind of a taller boy, for 
some reason that got me even more aroused. 

In an instant, I knew that I was way drunker than he 
was, and I glanced down to his crouch and caught sight 
of his gigantic hard on shaping out in his jeans. I 
already knew about the birds and the bees, so I knew 
that he must be aroused. And to be honest, so was I. He 
smiled at me and I smiled back and batted my eyelashes 
without thinking.

We exchanged names and chatted for a while. He said his 
name was Brad and just about the time I summed up his 
age to be about seventeen or eighteen he asked me how 
old I was. I told him that I was almost thirteen. He 
looked surprised and asked what my birthday was. I told 
him my birthday was in four months yet, he smiled. He 
seemed to like that. 

He told me that I was very mature for my age, but 
looking back, I know he was just telling me what he 
thought I wanted to hear- my body as anything but 
mature. God, he was hot. Then he asked me what I was 
doing. I told him I was looking for my friend Adrian, 
and then I took a casual sip of my beer, trying to act 
more lucid and party-experienced than I really was.
 
"Oh, Adrian!" he said, waving his finger declaratively 
in the air. Brad seemed to recognize the name and I 
didn't even suspect otherwise at the time. He said that 
she had gone with some friends of his to this long 
abandon house deeper into the woods. I knew where it 
was, almost everyone knew about it, even if they had 
never been there. Adrian and I had gone there to play 
since we were little, although her parents did want us 
to go up there alone so we had to sneak around to do it.

He told me he was suppose to meet them there and asked 
me if I wanted him to take me too. I was still very 
drunk and nodded at him eagerly. Even at this point I 
was too naïve to know that I was being set up. 

It wasn't long before we left, although I wished I had 
gotten to go pee before we had, but I think I would have 
been too embarrassing at that point. 

"Wait!" he said. "I almost forgot!" He darted over to 
where I had first seen him and the girl and grabbed a 
bottle of vodka that he must have set on the ground 
before they had their make out section, and just like 
that we were gone and my sexual fate was sealed.

As we walked, I remember making stupid jokes to try and 
sound like I was fun and comfortable to be around, but 
they just came off as childish. Like how I hoped we 
didn't meet the big bad wolf on the way through the 
woods. He threw his head back and laughed, but he could 
have been laughing because he was thinking that he was 
the big bad wolf. 

Pretty soon all I could hear was the nearby crickets and 
the sound of the music playing off in the distance. 
"Want something real to drink?" He offered me sips of 
vodka, which I hated but I didn't want him thinking me 
to be immature, so I accepted every time he motioned the 
bottle neck towards me and raised his eyebrows 
expectantly.

As we walked, his words and mannerisms changed a bit. He 
started using a tone of voice one might use with a 
child, almost condescendingly and he got a bit grabby, 
acting like I couldn't walk very well on my own. Which I 
couldn't, but he would help hold me up even when I 
didn't need it, or pretend to slip on a rock and rub up 
against me. I felt his raging hard shaft rub up against 
me several times and I soon found myself starting to get 
even hornier than I was before, so I decided to tease 
him a bit and see what he would do. 

I used the summer heat as an excuse, although it was 
actually starting to get to me. I had just began to 
really cool down from my dancing when I was off walking 
this brutally rocky path leading far into the woods. I 
could feel sweat beads trickling down my flat stomach 
and I fanned my face with my hand. "God, it's hot," I 
said as I stumbled through the uneven, rocky path. I 
pulled out the bottom of my shirt out from under my 
skirt and tied it in a propeller bow near the bottom of 
my rib cage.
 
He definitely took notice and said, "Well, that'll help 
some, but look at you. It's no wonder you're so hot." 

Then in one smooth movement he twisted his body so that 
he was facing straight in front of me and stopped 
abruptly, which also forced me to stop in place. 

He looked down at me and in a playful tone said, "Your 
shirt is buttoned all the way to the top almost, silly," 
although it was actually three from the top. Then before 
I knew it, he was unbuttoning my buttons. He fumbled 
around with the first one that was buttoned for just a 
moment, and then he just journeyed straight down the 
button trail. I finally realized what he was up to and 
teased him some more. "Okay, but don't undo more than a 
few, though. I'm shy." 

"Okay" he quickly agreed.

Well, my shirt didn't have many buttons to begin with, 
so when he stopped at the one that was just above the 
bowtie I had made at my upper tummy and fluffed open my 
shirt, I was very exposed. The moderate breeze entered 
the wide gap and seemed to wrap around my torso like 
invisible water. 

"Mm, that's better," I slurred out. With a decadent 
smirk I arched my back and pressed out my chest as I 
stood, almost more like I was sunning myself in the 
moonlight instead of cooling myself down in the air.

"Here, let me help you" he said as he untied my 
propeller tie.

"Thank you," I said without thinking. I glanced down and 
noticed when he finished that only the last two bottom 
buttons were left in place. With the hands of a master 
magician he popped the next to the last one out but left 
the last one alone. 

I had been wavering slightly, but wasn't anywhere close 
to actually falling over, but he suddenly made a bogus 
attempted to catch me by the shoulders, "Oops, don't 
fall!" he said. As he "caught" me, he sneakily slid the 
left side of my shirt over to the end of my shoulder as 
he pretended to help me balance in place. 

He smoothly eased the entire left side of my wide open 
school girl shirt so that it coiled up over my shoulder 
and upper arm a bit, being held up only by his hand. 
When he let go it flopped down and bunched up at my left 
elbow leaving my baby-tit on that side in full view. 
Brad was slick, no doubt about it. 

I pretended not to notice, although I really wanted to 
look down and see what my newly forming breast looked 
like at that moment; nipples erect as dripping beads of 
sweat glistened in the pale glow of the moonlight. But I 
didn't look. I didn't want to give away that I knew I 
essentially shirtless on my left side. I looked at Brad 
and he was making no attempt to hide his gawking. 

"Are we almost there, yet?" I asked, sounding like a 
little girl anxiously on her way to summer camp. 

"Huh...? Um, yeah, almost" he blared out. Then as we 
continued to walk he started acting like he was keeping 
me from stumbling again. He helped me step up over an 
especially high bump in the rocky path- it was like a 
natural step, and he did it by pushing from behind me. 
In the midst of his assistance he quickly withdrew his 
hands before I got all the way up. 

As shnockered as I was, I fell straight back and into 
his rescuing arms; arms that enveloped around me, and 
his right hand landing, coincidently, right on my bare, 
tiny bump of a breast. I still pretended not to notice, 
even as he squeezed and rubbed it vigorously while 
helping me up the uneven ground and we continued. He 
even brazenly pinched and toyed with my nipple, but gee- 
I must have been to drunk to notice that too.

Not even five seconds after he stepped up over the bump 
in the path we heard a crashing sound in the woods. I 
hugged on to Brad out of nothing but pure fear. He 
instinctively got in a defensive position as our fight 
or flight mode kicked in. We both sighed and laughed 
when we saw Attila, Adrian's black Lab come bounding 
out, playfully wagging his tail at us. We played with 
him for a few minutes before venturing onward. 

Brad would watch and smirk as Attila would periodically 
whip his head up under my skirt and sniff at my horny 
goods. At first I almost pushed him away purely by 
reflexes, but like most of the other stuff that had 
happened to me since I met Brad, I pretended to be too 
drunk to notice. I just went with it and let my already 
aroused scent entice not only the dog, but the entire 
brewing storm of sexual energies that surrounded all of 
us. 

About the time I took the last sip of the vodka, the old 
run down house came into view. It was actually more of 
an old abandon log cabin. In truth, it was probably only 
about seventy or eighty years old, but it seemed almost 
ancient to my young eyes. 

The integrity of the unpainted wooden planks was 
failing, leaving various sized cracks throughout the 
walls, and the ceiling leaked when it rained, but most 
of the widows remained unbroken except for a few that 
only had sword-like shards hanging about. 

Much of the run-down front porch was even level with my 
waist and at the far end of the porch stood some large 
stone steps, except for some of the top section which 
had long since fallen and become surrounding debris. As 
we approached it, we got to the point where there were 
lots of tall grassy weeds, or maybe it was naturally 
growing hay or something. I imagined back when Adrian 
and I used to crawls through them, playing we were 
lionesses stalking our way through the African 
savannahs. It's a wonder we never got snake bit. 

My bladder was getting near the emergency flood release 
alert, and as I stumbled towards the house, I told Brad 
I had to go pee really badly. He smiled and said, "Well, 
go ahead."

"I caaan't!" I whined out. "You'll see me. I want Adrian 
to go with me."
 
"Okay. Well, I'll carry you through the weeds so we can 
get to the house sooner." 

Before I could say a word then he whisked my little body 
up and made his way through the weeds cradling me like a 
baby with Attila trotting just a few steps behind us. I 
didn't let on, but I felt him intentionally yanked at my 
bottom button out as he grabbed me up, popping it off 
and sending it flinging randomly into the air like a 
miniature Frisbee. It was obvious that he did it on 
purpose. 

The way he was carrying me really put some pressure on 
my bladder and I made it no secret. He said he was sorry 
and adjusted himself so he shifted me so I as wrapped 
around his front, essentially straddling him. "Is that 
better, baby-girl?" Now he had one hand on my baby bump 
of a tit and one hand came to rest up my skirt and on my 
panty clad ass. At that moment, I wished I wasn't 
wearing any panties at all. I fidgeted so he could have 
better access. He took the hint and fiddled with my 
pussy lips as he carried me. 

I was so horny I felt like I could explode into a well 
deserved orgasm any minute, but it also took everything 
I had to keep from pissing right then and there. He 
discretely slipped a finger under the crotch of my 
panties and wiggled it around- driving me crazy. 

My virgin cunny was juicy with arousal, but having to 
piss so badly was ruining it for me. I squirmed around, 
telling him I had to go pee bad really bad. He just kept 
telling me we were almost there and to just hold on a 
minute. When he slipped his finger just inside my slid, 
I almost let loose and pissed all over his hand.

When we finally got to the porch, he set me down so my 
back was to him and the edge of the porch was even level 
with my pelvis. I called out for Adrian. Again, I called 
out but, of course there was no answer. 

"That's okay" said Brad. "They must have gone for a 
while or something. You can just pee right here."

"Here? N... no way, you'll watch me, and stuff!" I 
stammered out.

He leaned towards me with his hard cock against my ass. 
"No I won't. I swear I'll close my eyes" he said. 

"No you won't. You'll peek."

"No I won't, I promise. I'll close my eyes."

I tried to reply with a "No way" but I didn't get the 
chance. He acted like I had just agreed with him and he 
pressed his forearm in between my shoulder blades, 
pinned my front half over the porch and after using his 
feet to kick mine apart wider, he raised my skirt, 
"Sure, I don't mind helping you at all. I like you."

That made my heart tingle as well as my cunny. "Did he 
misunderstand me?" my inexperienced mind wondered for 
just a moment. Then I realized that this could be what I 
was waiting for. Maybe he wanted to play the "no-no-yes-
yes" game. Maybe I could actually get fucked tonight. 
Then I felt him pulling down my panties. 

The way he pressed me over the old plywood porch, my 
face was lying cheek down, so I couldn't see him very 
well. I just stood bend over, submitting to his will 
while at the same time telling him, "Nooo... don't... I 
want... I want Adrian to help me, I said."

"Well, she's not here right now, and you have to go 
pretty bad, right?"

I nodded awkwardly.

"Well, you don't want to hold it until she gets back, do 
you? She might be gone for a long time. So, go on then, 
go. There's no problem. My eyes are closed right now."

He still had me pinned with his arm at the middle of my 
back. Now I was really getting into the game. "Well, 
okay. As long as you don't look I guess." I spread my 
legs wider and bending my knees ready to piss for my new 
game buddy. 

"Oh, wait. I just thought," said Brad, "Are you wearing 
panties?"

I was so drunk and horny that the thought hadn't even 
occurred to me. I nodded and added a childish, "Uh-huh". 
Let me up and I'll take 'em off." I futilely tried to 
push myself up, but his forearm remained in place like a 
statue. 

"You want me to take them off? Oh, okay," he said.

"No, I said that... I said that I'll take 'em off."

"Sure, I don't mind at all," he replied, as if he 
misheard me completely. He quickly jerked my panties 
down with his free arm and hoisted them over my shoes. I 
remember becoming embarrassed more by the fact that I 
had not yet grown any pubic hair than the actual vaginal 
exposure. I spent the next moment hoping he thought I 
was one of those kinky girls that shaves down there. 

I still hadn't even had my first period yet, even though 
Adrian started hers a year and a half ago, so I was 
pretty self conscious about my underdeveloped body, but 
he didn't seem to mind.
 
I could hold out no longer, especially with him pressing 
my lower half into the porch. 

"Are your eyes closed?" I asked, unable to see him. 

"Yup. Go ahead" he replied.

I felt like I was going to burst, so I spread my legs 
wider, squatted a bit more and let loose. As soon as I 
started to pee and he released his forearm from my back. 
I could tell that he crouched down right in front of my 
squirting young pussy. I knew he was staring at it at 
that sent horny tingles through me. 

Then I felt the chilled, sporadic tapping of glass on my 
hot cunt. It took a second to realize from the sound I 
was hearing that he was catching my pee in the empty 
vodka bottle. I couldn't figure out why, but I remember 
thinking how strange that was, considering that there 
was no reason not to let it loose on the ground. It felt 
so much better pissing that I really didn't care too 
much at that moment, anyway. 

I looked over my shoulder and shifted my bottom over 
slightly so that I could see him. He was indeed catching 
most of my pee in the bottle.

"That-a-girl! You're doing great!" Brad spouted off with 
the tone of a parent rewarding a toddler for using my 
potty chair for the first time. That seemed to make me 
feel less embarrassed about this whole thing, or at 
least more arousal mixed in with the beloved 
embarrassment and I thanked him and smiled at the 
soothing complement.

"Thank you," I said.

"Help you...? Oh, you need help. Okay." Then he opened 
my pussy lips for me. God he was driving me nuts. I had 
to have an orgasm soon or I would just die.

At last, my well ran dry, and as I squeezed out the last 
few drops of urine. After he released my pussy, I heard 
Brad call the dog over with a series of exaggerated 
kiss-kiss noises. I was very curious but said nothing. 
Soon I felt the raspy tongue of Attila licking me in my 
slit. I tilted my head back with pleasure and whimpered 
out a chirr. 

Adrian and I had masturbated together a number of times, 
and even fondle each other, but I had never felt 
anything this good before, but I had to stay true to the 
game.

"Is that the dog? I... no Brad, make him stooop" I 
complained without physically resisting. 

"Okay" he said. Then, using very calm words in a tone 
that was anything but commanding, in fact it sounded 
more like an encouraging tone, he said "Hey boy, stop. 
Stop it, now. She doesn't like that. Stop it."

Naturally, the dog continued without even acknowledging 
Brad. Attila was totally focused on me and had worked a 
bit of his nose into my twat as he attempted to dig his 
tongue in even more deeply, lapping my clit as he went. 
I hadn't quit trying to pretend that I didn't like it 
yet, but partially gave into it the pleasure with vocal 
sounds. 

"Noooo... you've got to stop him..." I said in a hollow 
tone.

"I'm trying. What's he doing that for anyway," said Brad 
as he opened my cunt lips up, pretending to be curious. 
This allowed Attila much more access, and I shamelessly 
moaned out like a slutty bitch in heat. 

"Hmm. I wonder why he's licking you," he said. "I don't 
see anything up in there."

I pushed myself away from the porch by bracing my palms 
against the upper contour so I was about a foot from the 
porch now and I bent my knees wider. When I turned and 
looked, Brad had his hard cock sticking out of his open 
fly and was stroking it with his free hand. He noticed 
me looking at him, but made no attempted to hide his 
jerking off, which only made me more aroused.

He just looked back at all the action at my bare ass 
before shaking his head and saying, "He just won't stop, 
silly doggy. Maybe it's this thing he likes so much." 
Brad let my cunt lips close, even as Attila kept 
licking, and flicked my clit with great expertise. 

"Uhh," I whimpered out. "You've got to stop him, Brad," 
I falsely pleaded, loving the Hell out of this. 

"I'll try." Then I saw Brad make a futile mock tugging 
at the dog as if somehow this thin Black Lab was 
hopelessly rooted to the ground. Now Brad started 
grunting as he pretended to struggle futilely to get 
Attila of off me. And it's hard to be sure now because I 
didn't really have a very good lower angle, plus I was 
so plastered, but I could swear that I saw Brad giving 
the dog a couple of short lived jerk-offs. 

All I know for sure is that Attila was now humping air, 
but only for a moment when I suddenly felt his furry 
legs curl around me where my waist and pelvis meet. 
After digging his nails into my flesh, he pulled me 
towards him as he lunged forward with a few awkwardly 
placed random thrusts. 

There I was, with my upper half still clinging to the 
porch while this horny dog was wrapped around my lower 
half, desperately humping away. It seemed that Attila 
was depending more on luck then dexterity as he tried to 
nail my pussy. 

As stupid as it sounds; I was so damn drunk that I only 
partially understood what was going on at the time, even 
as his big red prick made several rub-jabs against my 
ass cheeks and inner thighs, each bump brought him 
closer to my soaking wet twelve year old cunt. 

"Are you getting off on this, you slut?" said Brad as he 
jerked off. "You love this shit, don't you. You want to 
be his little dog-whore."

"No, Brad... he's trying to put his thing in me. Cover 
it up so he can't get it in... please."

Open it up and see if he got it in... okay, I'll check," 
he claimed as he reached under the action and opened my 
cunny lips again. "Did he stick it in here? Let me 
check."

"No, I said..." but thank to Brad, I never finished my 
sentence, because after a few near misses, Attila's red, 
glistening cock blindly met its mark. The second he 
first pried his way in, Attila gave a deep, powerful 
thrust and then began pounding with a starving vigor, 
and I unconsciously squealed out with pleasure. 

After a few loud squeals I realized how I must sound, so 
I quickly tried to make it seem like my dedicate howls 
were actually pain. Yes, that's it; I hated every single 
second of this. I doubt that either Brad or the dog gave 
a flying fuck if it was hurting me or not, anyway. 
"Brad" I cried out, "get him... get him off meee! I-I 
hate thiiiiis."

"Sure, I'll try" he said, and he got behind the humping 
dog and reached around the both of us. The next thing I 
knew, he was flicking my juicy clit again. That did it. 
I was lost in the pleasure and didn't care what else was 
going on. 

Attila hyper-fucked me now, pounding harder then ever 
and I felt his big knot go in. I was drunk, confused, 
humiliated and feeling the greatest pleasure in my life 
all at the same time. 

Then Brad let go of my clit and yanked my hair back so 
that my neck arched, forcing my eyes to look upwards 
into the night sky as he said, "Drink some more Vodka, 
whore."

Next thing I know he was pouring my piss that he had 
collected all over my face and into my mouth. I had 
never tasted pee before. Its tangy flavor quenched my 
thirst and burned my eyes at the same time. And I don't 
know what got into me but I opened my mouth all the way 
and willingly drank down.

He stopped before the bottle was empty and spit in my 
face. God I loved it. I couldn't believe this. How was 
Brad coming up with all this stuff? Did he watch some 
really twisted porno's, or was he naturally gifted with 
such perversion. Did he plan it a bit, or was it all 
spontaneous? It's not like I cared at the time, but I 
have to wonder now. In any case he was driving me beyond 
nuts. I felt huge waves of bliss between my legs as my 
orgasm neared as my furry lover pounded me furiously.

I'm not sure if I had several short orgasms or one 
really long pulsating one, but while it was happening, 
the dog slowed his rhythm and eventually turn to face 
away from me with his still ejaculating swollen cock 
locked in my slutty-hole. Without warning, Brad rammed 
the vodka's bottleneck into my shit-hole and lifted it 
up. It hurt like hell at first, so I tried to raise my 
ass up with it. 

I felt the remaining urine run up inside of me, warming 
and soothing my ass. The pulsating pleasures increased 
he yanked the bottle out and dropped it and went back to 
work on my clit, while pinched my nipples hard. I came 
again- so hard that I began to faint, and I screamed out 
so loudly that the echo frightened perched night birds 
into flight. I could feel the piss shooting out of my 
ass as my blasting pussy muscles expanded and 
contracted, exploding and imploding.

Without missing a beat, Brad stepped over him, and while 
still flicking my clit and playing with my nipple, he 
pressed his big dick into my piss-lubed ass and fucked 
me till I thought I was going to die.

As my orgasms waves came and went, I looked up on the 
porch to see Adrian and the guy she left the party with. 
Their mouths were wide open as I looked up at them. Brad 
apparently didn't even notice we were being watched as 
he continued to pound my asshole. I was just about to 
cry rape when Adrian closed her gaping mouth and in a 
drunken slur said, "Hey. Can we join you?" 

Then it was my turn for my mouth to drop wide open- and 
I came again. 

I think back to the fun filled orgy we had that night. 
How all of us, including Attila, ended up fucking each 
other in that old house until the morning peeked through 
the dusty, cracked windows. 

Adrian and I were invited to every party for many years 
after, and of course we always had a really, really good 
time. Even now that I am grown, Adrian and I still get 
together and have sex with each other or orgies with 
various men and even dogs. I love my life, and now my 
ten year old daughter is starting to dress and act like 
a slut, and she's starting to hang out with boys. And I 
let her. What else can I do? 

Maybe she has fantasies about being raped too, and I 
don't want it to really happen so I let her go slut on 
whomever she wants, so long as they are careful and it's 
in my house so I can keep an eye on her. I may even join 
her. I like that thought. 

You should have seen her face the first time I walked in 
on her and a boy back when they were about five. They 
were playing doctor and I just spoke to them as if I 
didn't care in the slightest that I walked in on them 
half naked and fondling each other. I have even thought 
of introducing her to the pleasures of bestiality. 

I'm tired of beating around the bush with Adrian about 
her bringing her daughter and have a free-for-all human, 
dog, incest orgy. I know that her daughter is only 
eight, but hey, you've got to learn sometime, right? 

I think I'll invite Adrian and her daughter over 
tonight- I'll supply the vodka. We may have a lot of 
fun. After all, we just got a new dog. Maybe I'll let 
you know what happens. 
 
END 

IMPORTANT NOTE:

I do not condone such activity. Writing and reading such 
stories is a way to explore any part of human nature 
that you want, whether it is a side that you like or 
not. One does not learn the harm of taking drugs by not 
knowing anything about drugs. It is not through 
ignorance, but though learning, by education and 
examination. No one gets hurt for real if it's in a 
story. And no one is perfectly fine in life and then 
wakes up one day and reads a twisted story and says, 
"Hey, I'll become a rapist pervert."

It does not work that way. Place yourself in the views 
of different characters and explore how it makes you 
feel, whether it's the victim, offender or neutral third 
party. That is the way Gandhi did it. First party, 
second party then third party views to get a full 
overlay. 

Do not confuse symbolic writing and fantasies with the 
delicate reality we otherwise live in. You wouldn't view 
the symbolisms of your dreams (AKA: stories of your deep 
mind) that way. How many bad dreams/nightmares have you 
had in your life that you would want to come true? That 
is how you feel about your mental art of imagination and 
dreams. And that is how I feel about my stories. 

However, as children might not understand this fact, 
please keep them away from writings such as this until 
they are mature adults, and above all, please, please 
never harm anyone, especially a child. Even when you 
think you have dealt with a trauma and pain it has a way 
of following you around throughout your life like a 
shadow clad stalker. I should know. Life is complicated 
and at times cruel enough as it is. 

If you read/write stories like this for the above 
reasons, as a release, then you understand what I have 
just stated. If you do it because you are one of the 
people in these stories (victim or offender) then please 
seek help immediately. 

Thank you.

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