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, and 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. A pretty face and a smile could not put off the police, 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 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 skintight 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 on, 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 tears clouded my vision. 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 and 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.

"HEY," 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.

"HEY!"

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.

"HEY!" I screamed. "Let me the fuck out of here!

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 lying 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 behavior 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.

The End