~Subject: FANTASIA: Pretty Polly  (mf,nc,rape,pain etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Sat, 27 Aug 1994: alt.sex.stories

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                 PRETTY POLLY by J.P. Viddler


    Al and Sid brought the girl up with her wrists in handcuffs
behind her back.

   "This is her," Sid said. "Name's Polly."

   "I'm sorry," Polly said. "I'm sorry. Please."

   She was scared. Very scared. With good reason.

   "I can't do anything but kill you, Polly," I said.

   "No!" Polly said. "Please god don't no I'm sorry I'm so sorry
don't--"

   "But not right away," I said. "Polly. Pretty Polly." I looked at
Sid and Al. "You want her?"

   "Bad," Al said.

   "God, yes," Sid said.

   "Oh, no," Polly said. "Oh god no. Don't. Please please don't.
No."

   "Make her strip for us," Al said.

   "No," I said. "I like her hundcuffed that way. Cute, isn't she?
Pretty Polly."

   "I love long dark hair," Sid said.

   "And bouncy little tits," Al said.

   "I like legs," I said. "Slim, smooth, curvy legs. I think you
probably have fine legs, Polly."

   "Please," Polly said. "I'm sorry. Please. Don't hurt me."

   "I won't," I said. "Pretty Polly, I'm going to let Sid and Al
hurt you. And I'm going to watch."

   "No! No! I--I'll--"

   "You'll what?"

   "Christ. Anything. Don't hurt me. Anything."

   "Al," I said.

   "Yeah," Al said.

   "Sid," I said.

   "Yeah," Sid said.

   "Hurt her."

   "No!" Polly screamed. But Sid and Al just grinned.

   Polly turned to run, but she had no place to go. I watched her
panic, trying to run with her hands cuffed in back of her. I
watched her face as Al and Sid did what I told them to do. I
listened to her howl. I watched her go down, and as Al and Sid
stood back I watched Pully, we all watched her, thrashing in agony
on the floor, rolling and twisting and writhing and squirming and
jerking and kicking in awful pain in front of us. Making choking,
gagging sounds when she couldn't draw breath to howl and shriek.

   "That's beautiful," I said. "Polly in pain." And as she twisted
and squirmed and flailed against the floor, her skirt rucked up,
slid high up over her soft luscious legs, and I saw that those legs
were fabulous. "You have marvellous legs, Polly," I said.
"Exquisite calves. Such long, sensuous thighs. I love them. I want
them. I want to hurt them." Polly was gagging and crying and trying
to beg. "Look at her squirm," I said. "Do that again, boys."

   "No!" Polly squalled frantically. "No! Please! I'll--I--oh god
god no--"

   "What about her tits?" Al said.

   "Al wants your breasts, Polly," I said. "Show them to us."

   "I--oh--I can't--I'm--"

   "Do it," I said. "Or I'll kill you right now."

   Polly was out of her mind with pain, sobbing and gasping. But
she took hold of the back of her blouse with her cuffed hands and
pulled at it, twisted its material in her hands until it was
stretched tight across her lovely breasts. A button popped. The
blouse strained.

   "Look at that," Sid said. "God. Look at those nipples standing
out! Shit! Rip it off, baby."

   But Polly couldn't. "Please," she sobbed.

   "Polly," I said. "Roll over onto your back. That's right. Hold
onto your blouse, and don't let that skirt slip down. Just get on
your back. Hurry."

   What a sight was Polly's arching, straining body, hands crushed
beneath her, breasts thrusting up hard against her thin top,
quivering, jerking, curvy legs exposed, bare, stretching toward us.

   "Al," I said. "Fuck her."

   "No," Polly moaned despairingly.

   Al tore her panties off and fell on top of her and stuck his
cock all the way inside her and Polly yowled, then sobbed and
bleated as Al did it to her.

   "Sid," I said, "tie her ankles in back of him."

   Sid lashed Polly's ankles together so those fantastic legs
curled around Al's body, squeezing into him. Thighs strained and
taut and vulnerable, calves taut and straining and curvy luscious
soft. And Al tore that blouse apart and Polly's round beautiful
jouncing breasts were naked, and Al bit into one and Polly screamed
and her body spasmed under him and her gorgeous thighs tightened
and rippled. I told Sid to get off in Polly's mouth and Polly
sobbed and gagged around his dick until he shot down her throat.

   "Sid," I said. "Now. Cigarettes."

   Sid lit up.

   Polly said, "No please anything I'm sorry I'll do anything,
anything you want no please no please no."

   And I smiled.

   "Pretty Polly. Her thighs, Sid. Burn her thighs. Burn them all
over. And don't stop."

   Sid did. And Al came into Polly's bouncing, jouncing, twisting,
bucking, agony-filled body.

   And so forth, until I was satiated enough to fuck her. I made
her get on her knees, shaking and spasming, with ankles still bound
and wrists still handcuffed behind, on her knees with her head on
the floor and I fucked Polly up the ass. Brutally. And I took her
long dark silky hair and yanked her head up and made her suck off
Sid standing in front of her. I fucked her and I told Al to get
down and burn her dangling breasts. Burn them and burn them and
ruin those sweet upstanding pink nipples. Polly screamed her lungs
out around Sid's cock until Sid came all over her face, and her
whole body writhed and jerked and twisted around until I shot it
all far into her belly.

   "Now I can kill you," I said.

   "No," Polly gasped out. "Don't. Please. I'll do anything."

   "Pretty thing," I said. "You'll have to be my whore."

   "I will," Polly sobbed.

   "Say it."

   "I'm your whore."

   "Cock-sucker."

   "C-cocksucker."

   "Filthy fucking twat."

   "Ohh--I--filthy fucking twat!"

   And Polly was my filthy fucking whore twat when next night I had
a party and hung Polly up naked in the middle fo the room and leg
anybody whip her. Her young husband watched as I made her suck us
all off and ask us all to piss on her. I made him piss on her too.

   And now as I dictate this Polly is sucking my dick, hands behind
her, writhing in pain...