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From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
Date: Sat, 17 Feb 1996 22:09:29 UTC
Subject: Dark Dreamer - The Brat - MMMMMf/B&D/S&M/NC-Rape

			      The Brat

	My parents have always been extremely liberal, almost to the
point of giving me near total freedom from an early age. I was an only
child, with parents who seemed, at least to me, to pay little
attention to what I did.

	I was pretty, in fact, beautiful, so everyone told me. I was
smart too, precocious they called it. I was, in fact, a spoiled brat.
When I got older the boys started telling me the same things my
parents had, that I was beautiful, special, perfect. They, like my
parents showered me with their devotion.

	Nothing was ever denied me, my parents believed in people
controlling their own lives, and that included children. The only
people who ever put any restrictions on me were teachers at school.
When I grew furious at this my parents transferred me to a "modern"
school.

	There were no grades at this school, and no tests. Grades were
"elitist", and tests were merely obstacles, and designed to measure
one student against another. Since the school considered each child a
unique treasure, what need did they have of tests?

	There was little structured learning. Teachers didn't teach
phonetics or grammar, for instance. Children would learn to read "when
they were ready" through casual reading.

	Now that I was in a modern, progressive school, there were no
restrictions on me. I did as I chose. If I didn't want to go to school
I didn't. If I wanted more money, I took it out of my parents account
with my own cash card. I had my own credit card too, but cash was
easier.

	I lost my virginity early on, even before puberty. My parents
made no attempt to hinder me as I experimented with sex, questing for
more and more erotic experiences, more pleasure. I was allowed to have
boys overnight in my room, sometimes more than one at a time.

	Barely into my teens I started experimenting with women as
well, my gym teacher, then a clerk at the mall, then one of my
cousins. I liked it, becoming bisexual. Shortly afterwards I began to
experiment with drugs. Again my parents knew, and though they
disapproved they thought it was up to me to do as I wished.

	I ran up against the first real authority after I turned
sixteen. I was given a sports car for my birthday, and racked up
ticket after ticket for speeding, and more tickets for parking
wherever I felt like it. The police could not be put off by a pretty
face and a smile, and so I lost my license.

	I continued to drive anyway, refusing to acknowledge that
anyone could tell me what I could or couldn't do.

	One night I was boiling along in my sports car at a hundred
miles an hour, when this cop came up behind me flashing his lights. I
glared at the him in the rear view mirror, and considered trying to
outrun him, then decided to try a sweet smile. I was still under the
impression that my pretty face and a false smile could win everyone's
heart. It had failed before with cops but had worked more often than
not.

	So I pulled the car over to the side of the road and waited,
putting on my charming smile.

	I should say at this point that I'd also had a lot to drink,
and I'd smoked a lot of grass. I was kind of bombed. I'd been at a
party all night long and here it was three in the morning. I was
wearing a skin tight leather micro-mini skirt, fishnet stockings, high
heeled shoes, and a black bolero jacket. Under the open jacket I wore
a net shirt with no bra.

	My hair was a brilliant shade of red, very long and loose,
thick and deliberately tousled. I wore bright red lipstick and dark
eye shadow, my face rouged and powdered to make me look ten years
older than I was.

	The cop came up to the car. The road was darkened, deserted,
and so he flashed his flashlight at me. I looked up, blinking my eyes
in the light and smiling in a false, friendly way.

	"I'm so sorry I was speeding, officer," I pouted. "I was
hoping to get home before my curfew you see. My parents are incredibly
mean about things like that.

	"Can I see your license, miss?" he asked. I still couldn't see
him, though I got the impression of tremendous size behind his
flashlight.

	"I uh, I'm sorry, I forgot it at home."

	"Would you step out of the car please, Miss?" he said, his
voice quite deep. He opened the door and I slid my left leg out,
giving him a good view of it. I had great legs, long and slender,
perfectly formed and tapering smoothly at the ankles.

	I swung my behind around and put my other leg out beside the
first, then slowly rose myself, still smiling.

	"Step around to the curb," he ordered.

	I did, though my legs were a little unsteady.

	"You been drinking, Miss?" he asked.

	"Just a little bit."

	"What's your name?"

	"My name is Willow," I said. "Willow Morgan."

	"Willow?"

	"My parents are such environmentalists," I sighed," And they
wanted something out of the ordinary."

	"This your car, Miss Morgan?"

	"Uh, uh. Daddy gave it to me."

	It was annoying that I couldn't make out his face. I couldn't
tell if my posing and preening and using my sweet little girl voice
was having any real effect on him.

	"I'll have to run your plate," he said.

	"You don't think I stole it, do you?" I pouted.

	"Standard procedure, Miss."

	He went back to his car and worked the computer. I thought
about how to best pose myself, then decided to lean back against the
side of my car, legs somewhat apart, and my arms against the roof of
the car. That made my bolero jacket widen, revealing my full young
breasts and their skimpy net covering.

	He came back to me and was standing there before I even
noticed him.

	"Your license has been suspended," He said, his voice
unfriendly.

	"Oh that," I sniffed. "I didn't think that really mattered."

	"It does. I'll have to take you in."

	"Oh come oooon, officer," I whined. "I'm not a crook or
anything. I promise I'll go right home."

	"I'm sorry. You're under arrest. Turn around please and put
your hands on the car."

	"Oh piss off," I sniffed, indignantly. I turned away from him,
deciding to just get back in my car and drive off. He grabbed my
shoulder and yanked me around again.

	"Get your stinking, slimy hands off me!" I yelled, swinging my
hand around and slapping his face. The blow didn't seem to hurt him
but it made me stagger back unsteadily. His face was like a rock.

	He turned me and shoved me face down across the hood of my
car.

	"Hey! Get away! Let me go, you fucker!" I snarled. I wriggled
and jerked and kicked back at him as he pulled my arms behind my back
and handcuffed them together.

	"You fucking, cock-sucking slime licker!" I howled. "Fucking
pig! Stinking nazi bastard!"

	I was absolutely outraged that anyone would dare to be at all
rough with me, would dare to stop me from using my own fucking car to
drive home. Who did this scummy guy think he was anyway!?

	"Hold still you stupid bitch," he said.

	"Fuck you! Dirty, fuck faced shit head!"

	"Whatever you say, honey," he sniffed.

	He grabbed my upper arm and jerked me back off the car, then
began to lead me back to his car. I continued to scream and screech
and howl insults at him, struggling against his hold on my arm, trying
to pull my hands free of the handcuffs.

	As he was pulling the door open I managed to get turned
towards him and slammed my knee up into his crotch. He yelled and let
me go and I stumbled back, fell down, then got up and ran into the
field of tall grass that ran alongside the road.

	I don't know where the hell I thought I was going, especially
with my hands cuffed behind me, but then I wasn't thinking very
clearly anyway.

	He caught up to me before I got very far. He grabbed me by the
hair to pull me to a stop, then jerked me back as I screamed.

	"Fucking bitch!" he snapped. His hand shot up beneath my small
mini and gripped my crotch, squeezing it hard, very hard. I wasn't
even wearing any panties so his fingers ground right into my bare cunt
flesh. I screamed in pain as his big fist mashed my tender pussy
mound.

	"How do you like it, you dumb little slut?" he growled.

	He let go of my pussy, leaving me panting and whimpering.
Nobody had ever deliberately hurt me before and I was completely
bewildered by the experience.

	My jacket had fallen back over my shoulders as I'd run and
struggled, and now my chest was effectively bare except for the thin
netting. He held me out at arm's length, his hand in my thick red
hair. His eyes looked me up and down real good.

	"Spoiled little slut, aren't you?" he sneered. "Someone ought
to teach you a lesson you brat."

	"I'm gonna tell my daddy," I sniffled, completely unable to
comprehend how or why anyone would want to hurt me... ME. I mean, so
I'd slapped and kicked him, then kneed him in the balls. So I'd used
every filthy word I knew to describe him, so what? I was rich and
beautiful. He was some gunky blue collar worker.

	His free hand, the one not in my hair, grabbed my breast,
squeezing it roughly.

	"Nice tits," he muttered.

	"Hey!" I protested drunkenly.

	His hand slid under my skirt and felt my pussy again,
squeezing it, though not as hard as before.

	"What you need, baby, is a good hard fuck," he sneered.

	"Let me go!" I whimpered.

	"Why should I?"

	He forced me down to my knees, pushing my face into the grass
and dirt, then dropped to his knees behind me. He jerked my little
skirt up over my smoothly rounded buttocks, and I heard his zipper
going down. I blinked through the tears as I knelt there, my hands
still pulling feebly at the handcuffs.

	I felt his cock against my slit, rubbing up and down. He
muttered to himself, then pressed his cock into me. I grunted as my
cunt lips were forced wide, then I gasped as his pole thrust deep into
my body.

	"OOOhhhhhh!" I groaned.

	"Yeah! You like that, don't you, baby? Hot little slut! Cheap
whore!"

	His cock filled my narrow fuck pipe and his hands squeezed
down on my bare ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh as he began to
work his big prick in and out of my fuck tube. His hand suddenly
slapped down on my upturned buttocks and I squealed in pain.

	He laughed, then slapped my ass again, drawing another cry of
pain from my trembling body.

	"That's what you need, brat," he said. "You need a good fuck
and a spanking." He slapped his big hand down on my ass once again,
then again, then again, fucking me slowly as he began to use both
hands to spank my bare ass.

	His cock pumped steadily in my cunt as he spanked me, first
his left hand cracking down on my behind, then his right, then his
left, then his right again. I screamed and wailed and shrieked and
moaned and sobbed, but he ignored me, continuing to spank my ass real
hard.

	My ass was burning with pain, totally distracting me from the
hard pole of flesh sliding back and forth inside my cunt tube.

	"OOWwww! OWW! AAAHHH! STOP! STOP IT! OWWW!" I howled.

	His hands continued to crack down onto my soft buttocks.
Needless to say my parents had never spanked me. I thought I was being
murdered practically. My ass was throbbing with heat, almost pulsing
with it. The pain was so sharp and intense I could hardly think.

	But he kept spanking me, really getting into it. His cock
continued to pump inside me, moving faster now, his cockhead thumping
against my cervix as he rutted into me.

	My burning ass flesh was now starting to sort of screen out
the pain from each new blow, like a fog distorting light, dispersing
it. I felt the impacts of his hands against my buttocks but the pain
was much less intense, duller. Still, he continued to spank me, his
hands raining blows down on my soft teenage ass.

	The feeling of his cock thrusting again and again into my fuck
box now became more meaningful. His cock was really spiking into my
tender little puss. I had stopped screaming and now endured the blows
of his hands with a whimpering and weeping, groaning from time to time
or crying out in a low voice.

	My head was throbbing just like my ass, and my vision was
clouded by tears. I grunted repeatedly as his hips began to really
hammer against my thighs and lower buttocks. His cock sliced back and
forth between my tight little pussy lips as he fucked me.

	Then I felt my hair tearing out and screamed anew. It was
being pulled upwards and I hurriedly raised myself with it to ease the
pain. He had a hand in my hair once more and used it to yank me up and
back against him.

	"Hot slut! Cheap two-bit little cunt!" he hissed. The words
shocked me even through the pain.

	He pulled my hair, jerking my head back, forcing my back to
arch like a bow. His other hand gripped the center of my net shirt an
tore it open, ripping the thin covering to shreds. His hand folded
around my bare tit and squeezed it, his nails digging into the fleshy
oozing meat.

	He stroked his hand roughly over both my tits, squeezing and
twisting the full mammary melons as he continued to pump his cock into
my snatch with harsh, violent strokes.

	"Fat fucking tits," he groaned, squeezing them. "You got great
melons, brat."

	He let go of me, letting me drop forward again. I almost
smashed my face into the dirt, but managed to turn my head at the last
minute and take the weight on my shoulders. Then I felt his hands
digging into my flanks as he began to really pound his cock into my
tight, teen pussy.

	I grunted repeatedly as his thick prong drove up into my guts
and punched my cervix. It was hard to think straight, hard to
understand what was going on, hard to sort out the feelings and
sensations rippling through my dazed nervous system.

	But one sensation was familiar, very familiar, and that was a
hard cock rooting inside me. I groaned and felt my body kind of relax,
for if there was anything familiar about what was happening to me it
was that hard pounding inside my fuck box. It even started to feel a
little pleasurable.

	Then he stopped, groaning in relief, as, I guess, he came
inside me. I felt his cock softening, then felt him pulling back. I
started to feel sulky. I was still drunk, after all, and still very
resentful and indignant that he had treated me like he had. Now, on
top of that, he had fucked me and then came before I could. The
bastard.

	He pulled out and stood up, then grabbed me by the arm and
dragged me to my feet.

	"Come on, whore," he said.

	He led me back through the field to the car, but not to my
car, to his.

	"Heeyyy," I said. "I wanna go home."

	"You're going to jail, slut," he said.

	"You can't do that!" I exclaimed. "You fucked me! Now you
gotta let me go!"

	"Yeah, right," he sneered.

	He opened the back door of the police car and I lashed out
with my feet, stabbing the heel of my stiletto shoe into his leg.

	He cursed and jumped back, then grabbed me roughly and jerked
me away from the door. He pulled me along the car to the rear, then
opened the trunk.

	"Okay, slut, you wanna act like that, you can ride in here!"
he snarled, lifting me up and heaving me into the trunk.

	"Heyyy!"

	He slammed the trunk on me and I was in darkness. I felt the
car shift as he got in, then heard the door close and the engine start
up.

	"Heyyyy!" I screamed. "Let me the fuck out of heeeere!

	I raised my feet and pounded them against the roof of the
trunk, yelling and screaming, working myself up into a right old
tamper tantrum. I was furiously indignant that anyone would dare to
treat me like this. I mean, fucking me was one thing, but this was
just too much!

	Then the car stopped. I heard the door open and felt the car
bounce a little as he got out of it. I thought I heard conversation,
then the trunk opened.

	"Asshole!" I screamed up at him.

	"See what I mean?" he sniggered.

	There were two other cops standing there with him.

	"What the fuck are you fuckers looking at?" I snarled.

	They reached in and hauled me out of the trunk, and I kicked
one of them in the shin. He cursed and stumbled back.

	"I think this little slut needs to be taught a lesson," one of
the cops said.

	"I got just the thing for it," another growled.

	They pressed me back against the car, then the third cop, the
one who I'd kicked, drew his long billy club out of its holder and
approached me. I thought at first he was going to beat me with it, and
stared at him in fear.

	But instead he jerked my skirt up and shoved the thick, round
club against my slit.

	"No! NO! Stop it! Don't!" I cried, squirming and gasping as I
felt the hard rounded club forced into my pussy. It tore my pussy lips
open, then thrust up into my belly, making me cry out in agony.

	They sniggered as he rammed it high, forcing me up onto my
toes as I begged and whined and sobbed in pain. The others let me go
as the guy with the club pulled me forward, then slammed me back, just
by the club. It was like I was a fish caught on a hook, and he could
move me around as he pleased.

	Then I felt something hard against my asshole. I sobbed in
fear and pain as another billy club was forced up my rectum, driving
way up into my guts so cramps ripped into me. Again I screamed, but
the men just laughed as they worked their big nightsticks up and down
in my pussy and asshole, and made me dance and shake and jerk around
in helpless pain.

	"Gotta have respect for your local polite," one of them
sniggered.

	The sticks were pulled out of my snatch and asshole, then
someone pulled my hair, forcing my head back. Someone gripped my naked
breasts, then a fist slammed into my stomach.

	I doubled over, and would have fallen if they hadn't held me
up. All the air was driven out of my lungs and I coughed and choked
and gasped for breath as they dragged me away from the trunk and over
to a table of some kind.

	I was too busy trying to breath to understand what was going
on. I realized, vaguely, that we weren't at a police station, but
were, in fact, in some kind of park. They'd dropped me on a picnic
table as they gathered around me.

	I felt my legs jerked wide open by large, rough hands, then my
skirt was pulled up over my crotch as my ass was dragged to the edge
of the table.

	One of the new cocks unzipped and took his cock out, while the
other one shoved my jacket back aside to bare my breasts.

	"Nice tits," he commented, groping me.

	I gasped as the other cock thrust himself into me and began to
fuck me. I didn't really care, though. I'd never had the wind knocked
out of me before and thought I was dying or something. Nobody had
ever punched me, and I didn't even realize then that that was what had
happened.

	The cop fucked me roughly, gripping my thighs and pulling my
legs up and apart, holding them against the sides of his torso as he
pumped his cock into my pussy crack. The other two cocks stood
alongside watching, grinning and laughing and joking.

	"Teach the little bitch what she's good for, Paul," the first
cop laughed.

	"She's tight, man," Paul sighed.

	"I love these tits," the third guy said. "I think I'm gonna
tit fuck her."

	"I'm startin' to get hard again myself," the first cop said.

	My jacket was pulled off of me as the cop fucked, then my net
shirt was torn to shreds, leaving me bare to the waist. The cop
continued to fuck into me, and I slowly regained some control of my
breathing as he grunted and poured his scummy sperm into my pussy.

	Then he let my legs drop and moved back. The second cop moved
in and gripped my mini, undoing it, then jerking it down my legs and
off. He gripped my legs and lifted them up high, then shoved them back
against my chest. He dragged my ass over the edge of the picnic table,
then forced my knees down and shoved his cock into my crack.

	He fucked me even harder than the first cop had, grunting in
pleasure as he spiked his cock down into my furry cunt box. He seemed
to take great delight in crushing my knees back, and after a while
even straightened my legs out, sliding his hands down to my ankles and
forcing them back beside my head.

	"What goes best behind a girl's ears?" he cried.

	"Her ankles!" the other two laughed.

	"Fucking pigs!" I cursed.

	"Shut up, brat, or you'll get another spanking," the first cop
said.

	"I'm gonna sue you!" I howled.

	"Go ahead, slut," he sneered.

	I heard another car drive up, though I saw no lights, and
another cop appeared. This one was a tall, black guy with a very
muscular build.

	"Welcome to the party, Stan," one of the others said.

	"Nice piece O' ass," Stan said.

	"Let me gooo!" I screamed.

	"Shut your face, slut, or I'll give you something to scream
about!" one of the cops snarled.

	"Fuck you, needle dick!"

	The guy fucking me threw his weight behind his cock and drove
it deep into my slit, then ground himself against me as his juices
gushed down into my belly. He groaned in pleasure and release, then
stepped back, slowly pulling his cock out from my moist pussy lips.

	"Have a ride," Stan, he grinned.

	"Get the fuck away from me! No nigger's gonna fuck me!" I
snarled, twisting and writhing in an effort to get loose. I managed to
roll onto my side and crawl halfway across the table before a hand
grabbed one of my legs and dragged me roughly back.

	"This little whore needs to be taught a lesson," someone said.

	"I know just what she needs," a deeper voice said.

	I was dragged off the edge of the table and onto my feet, but
then bent over again. I felt hands groping my ass and pussy, then
heard a hissing sound. Something cracked loudly against my ass, and a
second later I felt a terrible, biting pain.

	I screamed as the pain burned into me, but the sound was
almost muffled by the laughter and jeers. Again there was a crack of
noise as something hit my soft buttocks, and again pain ripped through
my body.

	I tore my head around and saw the black cop raising a leather
belt in the air, then saw it lash down onto my ass. I screamed in
pain, trying desperately to pull away from them, but to no avail.

	Again and again the belt whipped down on my poor ass cheeks,
until I stopped struggling, and lay there bent across the table,
sobbing and miserable. Then the belt stopped. I felt hands on my ass,
prying my legs apart, then felt a long, thick cock pushed up into my
snatch.

	I just groaned, and otherwise ignored it, too filled with
misery and pain to care. The cock sawed in and out of me for a minute,
then slid out and pressed against my asshole. I whimpered a little,
and tried feebly to turn or twist away, but several hands held me
down, and I could do nothing.

	The big, hard boner slowly drove into my rectum as several
male voices cheered and made obscene remarks. I groaned as it moved
deeper and deeper. I felt my asshole spread wider and wider as the
thing pushed forward, then felt cramps in my guts as it slid way up
into my belly.

	"That's just what you need, slut," someone said.

	"Yeah, fuck these bitches in the ass a few times and it takes
em' down a peg."

	"It's what she's made for anyway."

	It was the big black guy who was ass raping me, and he wasn't
slow or gentle either. He forced every last inch of cock meat up my
pain-filled asshole, then ground his big balls against the undersides
of my buttocks as he ran his hands up and down my body.

	His cock started tearing back and forth inside me, and he
ignored my cries of pain and woe. The others cheered him on, and
laughed whenever I cried out in pain.

	He fucked me harder and harder, ripping his cock back and
forth, reaming out my asshole with his powerful, rutting movements,
stabbing his cock into me like it was a weapon as he sodomized me with
brutal pleasure.

	"How you like that, white girl?" he sneered. "You like having
a' ass full o' black meat? Huh?"

	He pounded his cock in harder as my ass muscles were beaten
down, and was soon pistoning his black meat back and forth with ease,
slamming his muscular hips into my soft, tormented ass cheeks as he
tore up my rectum.

	He finished, shooting his gunk into me, and another cop took
his place, stuffing his cock up my ass. Then he dragged me off the
table, pulling me around against him as he sat down on one of the
benches. He pulled me onto his lap, and I groaned, impaled on his
stiff boner.

	Another cop moved in front of him and I felt my hair pulled as
a cock was shoved into my mouth. I gurgled and moaned, but the hand
only twisted my hair more.

	"Suck my cock, slut!" a voice snarled. "Suck that boner,
bitch!"

	I had no choice but to suck on his cock. He pulled me forward,
so I was kind of leaning into him, and the other man raised my ass up
and down on his cock.

	After that another man fucked my tits, squashing my soft
melons down around his pumping pecker, then coming in my face.

	I was placed on all fours, and another cop fucked my pussy
while I sucked a cock. For what seemed like hours cocks were shoved up
my ass, down my pussy, and into my mouth. I was exhausted, both
physically and mentally, and stopped protesting, doing whatever the
ordered as they used my body for their own pleasure.

	I drifted in and out of consciousness, waking to find a
leering face over me, a cock fucking into me.

	Finally I woke to sunlight. I looked up blearily at the sky,
then, groaning weakly, raised my head enough to look around me. It was
day, and I was laying on the picnic table naked. My car was parked a
few yards away.

	I laid my head back down and moaned. I had a tremendous
hangover, and my body ached and hurt all over. I didn't actually fall
asleep, but I guess I closed my eyes as I tried to work up the energy
to move.

	I felt hands on me, and blinked my eyes open to see a bum, a
dirty black guy in a rumpled suit. His eyes were alight and excited as
he stared down at my exposed body, and ran his hands over my flesh.

	"G... go... way," I moaned.

	Instead he took out his dirty cock, now hard, and pushed it
between the swollen, aching lips of my pussy, thrusting it into me.

	I groaned weakly, but didn't have the strength to resist as he
fucked wildly for about a minute, then came. He pulled back and
stumbled away, leaving me alone again.

	After a few more minutes had passed I managed to sit up, then,
after another few minutes, I got up the energy to get off the table,
gather my clothes, and pull them on. I drove slowly home, not wanting
to get stopped by the cops again.

	No one at home questioned why I'd been out all night. In fact,
aside from one of the maids nobody was even awake. I stumbled upstairs
to my room, stripped and threw myself on the bed, groaning in
exhaustion.

	I remembered everything that had happened to me the other
night, remembered the spanking and beating and crude rapes, yet it
held no trauma for me. I mean, I'd fucked so many guys, in so many
positions, and often when I was stoned or drunk guys at parties would
just fuck me without even asking... so it wasn't the sex that was
strange to me. They simply... used me... like a toy of theirs, doing
whatever they wanted. That was new. I ran a hand back over my ass,
wincing a little at how tender it was.

	It was the first time I'd ever been physically punished for
something I'd done. And as I lay there, my pussy lips swollen, my ass
hurting, sperm on my tits and face and thighs, I realized that
perhaps, just... perhaps, I would have to modify my behaviour a
little.

	It seemed, that even as pretty and rich as I was, there were
certain things I couldn't do with impunity. I thought that was unfair,
but I figured I was going to have to live with it.