Walking home from her friend's thirteenth birthday party Sandy smiled to herself; it had been the first coed party she had been allowed to attend, and she loved it. Jeff, sixteen years old and the best looking guy there, as well as her friend's brother, had even flirted with her, and she glowed with the remembrance, for she had been hoping to catch his eye. She had worn a pair of cutoff jeans, revealing her young, alabaster skin and beautiful legs, and a tight, striped shirt, showing off her slender waist and budding breasts. As she walked, her long, straight blond hair brushed against her lower back, and her full lips and large blue eyes gave her a sexy look, which, added to the beauty of youth on the verge of womanhood, made her look stunning.

The party had run late, well into the hours of darkness, but she lived in a good, white, neighborhood, so didn't mind walking home at night. In fact, the cool breeze against her skin and the stars of the new moon made her feel almost euphoric. She was happy, happy, happy, and turned to take a shortcut between houses. It was even darker between the walls of the houses, but she knew her way well, so was surprised when she tripped over something and, with and ooomph, landed hard on her hands and knees.

She started to get up, wondering what had happened, when she was shocked by a heavy body falling onto her back, forcing her hard down on her stomach in the dirt of the path. Terror took her and she tried to scream, only to have a large hand clamp itself over her lower face, stuffing a cloth between her teeth, muffling her cries. She struggled to get her hands from under her body and, when the weight lifted for a minute off her torso, she dragged herself forward half a body length, trying to escape.

She wasn't thinking at this point, just reacting like the trapped animal she was, and kicked out of the shorts her attacker was pulling from her legs, half stood, and scrambled forward, her hands going to her mouth to remove the gag so that she could scream for help--people were all around her, if she could only scream. Before she could take out the gag though, she ran full tilt into someone large, someone strong, who wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest, her arms to her side, and bore her, struggling and kicking, to the ground.

She thrashed and squirmed beneath him, and bucked in terror as she felt warm lips press against the side of her neck, gently nuzzling and sucking on her tender skin. She had to escape, she had to, she thought, then froze as she felt another pair of hands pulling at her underwear, dragging it down past her creamy thighs and her well formed calves. She was naked from the waist down now, and knew that these two men were going to rape her, were going to take her virginity in a brutal, inhuman, way.

She struggled furiously, her head thrashing back and forth and moans breaking through the gag, as she felt the man on top of her begin working his penis free from his jeans, still sucking and slobbering on her neck, his knees now between her legs, forcing them apart. She felt his cock press against her virgin opening and moaned in humiliation as his lips moved to her ear, her hands pinning her struggling form for the moment.

"You're a hot little cunt," he whispered into her ear, her body flushing with shame, "and hot little cunts need fucking. And I'm going to fuck you."

She cringed at his words, and at the phallus pressing forcefully against her pussy. She cried out in pain through her gag as the head of his cock popped into her virgin canal, dragging the dry flesh painfully along with it. Blackness engulfed her vision as she felt her hymen tearbeneath his battering cockhead, the pain filling every corner of her body and mind. Her virginal blood slicked his entry as he filled her to the balls with his throbbing manhood, her body stiff in agony, her body feeling like it was being torn apart.

Her rapist began brutally thrusting into her, giving her no quarter, whispering in her ear things like "oh ya, baby, nice and tight. Fuck ya. Good cunt," while licking and sucking on her neck. Minutes which seemed like hours passed as he rode her, slamming her slender hips and buttocks painfully into the dirt with each downward thrust, and the pain gradually lessened to be replaced by strange feeling of fullness. She barely registered this change, though, weeping as she was in terror and humiliation. He froze on top of her and moaned, and she could feel his seed fill her belly, coating the inside of her vagina, bringing a cool relief to her tortured young flesh.

He rolled off of her and she tried to get up, to finally escape; they had taken her virginity, surely they would let her go now. She managed to prop herself onto her elbow when two hands grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs high into the air, forcing her once more onto her back. Before she could do anything, her knees were beside her head and there was another man on top of her, his penis searching for her newly violated pussy.

She gasped as he entered her in one smooth motion: it didn't hurt this time, her previous rapist's sperm lubricating the way for her second violation. He began to fuck her slowly and steadily, kissing her face, her eyes, her forehead, her lips and her neck. After her previous rape it was almost comforting; she was exhausted from her struggles and, held like this, almost folded in half, she couldn't move, could only lay there, slowly getting fucked for the second time in her young life.

A warmth spread through her body as he slowly thrust into her, and she felt the nipples on her small but firm breasts begin to throb beneath the chaffing of her shirt and bra, rubbing back and forth against her breasts by the gently rocking motion of the man above her. Her loins began to tingle, like a humming or a buzzing deep down around her pussy, as she stared confusedly at the sky past her rapists silowhet. What was happening to her, she though, her fear building as the sensations of her body slowly increased. She had never felt anything like this before, and it frightened her. She closed her eyes, trying to forget what was happening to her, trying to forget that she was lying in the dirt being raped by two men, but the sensations engulfing her body, the delicious sensations coursing along her nerves, began to overwhelm her.

Each thrust of his cock brought a muffled gasp from her as sparks of pleasure flashed across her body. His kisses on her face and neck became burning, thrumming pleasures as the buzzing deep down in her groin increased with each stroke of his cock in her tender teenaged cunt. She felt him increase his pace on top of her, and her eyes snapped open and her body started shaking with the tension of coming ecstacy. It felt so good, she thought, so good, and she screamed in release as he bit down hard on her neck, the pain sending ecstacy screaming down to her cunt, which burst out in the most incredible sensations of her life, wave after wave of agonizing pleasure rocking her slender young body, her cunt gripping and grasping and twisting around the invading phallus, her vision going black as she felt a man's seed fill her for the second time in her life before she passed out.

When she awoke she found herself stripped naked and lying in a 5'x5' cage hanging 4' from the ground. She waited there, terror and despair slowly growing in her as she looked around the room by the light of the single bulb in the ceiling. The manacles on the wall, the benches with shackles and leather restraints, the chairs with the same, the display cases with clamps and whips and dildos, the leather masks, the pit, three feet deep, just below her cage, all struck fear into her heart; she started screaming for help.

She stopped and stared in surprise as the door opened and in walked her friend, whose birthday party she had gone to, Lisa, followed by her brother Jeff and her mother and father, Karen and Bill, and the family dog, a german shepherd.

"It looks like our little prize has woken up," she heard Bill say before she passed out from shock and amazement.

The End

Short 2

Kimberly grunted around the cock filling her throat as another cock came in her ass, filling her bowels to overflowing with jism. She was in a sexual daze, sweat and come slicking her slender young body and matting her long dark brown hair to her head, back, and arms. She grunted again as the cock popped out of her ass and another shoved itself into her well used cunt, dripping semen down her thighs. Her knees felt bruised by the tile floor of the locker room shower as she kneeled there, like a bitch in heat, getting fucked over and over and over again.

She remembered how it had started, with a simple dare. At fifteen, a freshman, she was the youngest member of the cheerleading squad; that and her unusual beauty made the other girls envious of her, so she was always trying her best to fit in. She stood about five four, and was Hawiaan, with beautiful almond eyes, turned up at the corners, and general asian cast to her features, although her skin was a deep, gorgeous brown. Her breasts, though not fully formed, were an appealing B-cup, accented by her tiny waist and full hips. She danced a lot, so her legs were beautiful and trim, as was the rest of her body, firm with youth and exercise.

A dare, she thought as she felt more come slide down her throat, a dare by the other girls to go into the boys locker room after the football practice, to dash in and then dash out, a dare she had taken. She remembered waiting until she had heard the showers going, waiting until the coach was gone, and then, still in her cheerleading costume, tiptoeing into the locker room, seemingly empty yet filled with the echoing babble of young men's voices.

She had made it halfway across the room, catching glimpses of male flesh in the showers as she crept across the floor, when she heard someone yell, "HEY! GUYS! Look what we got here!" She turned and ran, only to be tackled by one of the football players wearing only a towel. She was mortified at being caught, and she began to grow frightened as she heard a clamor of boys as they surrounded her, their naked feet and ankles the only thing she could see.

"Let me up! Let me up!" she screamed as she struggled on the hard floor of the locker room.

"Let's give her a shower!" she heard someone yell, and was lifted bodily from the ground, one person holding each of her limbs, her ass hanging slightly toward the ground as she struggled and bucked in their grasp. "Let go of me!" she yelled and screamed, wishing she had never taken this dare.

Suddenly she felt cold water splash against her body, suspended almost four feet horizontally above the ground, soaking her cheerleading uniform. She screamed as the water became hot, then cold again, then hot, and she was surrounded by laughing, joking, screaming voices. Her mind was spinning but she still struggled, hoping that they would let her go after they had had their fun. Her outfit was plastered to her body, revealing her heaving, jiggling breasts as she squirmed, captive, in their hands.

"Nice tits," she heard someone say, and then she felt a hand grabbing her breast, squeezing and mauling it, causing her to redouble her efforts to escape.

"Stop it! Stop! Let me gooo!" she yelled, futily, as she felt more hands reach in and touch her, grab her, maul her legs, stomach, breasts, even her crotch. Suddenly the water was off and she was on the ground on her back, hands holding her legs and arms while other hands felt their way across her body, pulling off her skimpy cheerleading clothes.

"Tits...legs...cocksucker...fuck her...wants it...cunt..." she heard from different voices as hands fought over her body, gripping her ass, her legs, slapping her stomach, her breasts, her face. She screamed NOOOOOOOOO! as she felt hands around her vagina, fingers insistantly poking at her opening until they painfully entered her while others pinched and pressed at her clitorus and still others entered her anus.

She lay there, struggling and gasping and screaming as the hands became less and less prodding and poking and more and more insistent and erotic. The screams turned to moans now as her body responded to the seemingly infinite hands fondling her body, making her nipples and labia fill with blood and ache with desire, her toes curling with the sensation.

Hot lips met hers and she felt a tongue enter her mouth; she kissed back and felt pleasure suffuse her body. Her legs were pulled apart and she felt lips at her breasts, kissing and sucking and biting, and a cock pressing against her damp, slick cunt. She grunted in pain and pleasure as it was rammed into her, her body and mind awhirl with the sensations engulfing it.

She felt herself filled with come and then emptiness, only to be filled almost immediately with another cock. Hands guided her hands, with their slender, delicate fingers, to more cocks, and she began to masturbate them, lost in a sexual haze. Someone jerked her head awkwardly back and a cock was thrust into her gasping mouth and rammed forcefully down her throught. She gasped and choked, her body retching, but it only added to the pleasure taking over her body.

More come filled her cunt and she felt her legs lifted to right angles with her body and then spread wide, exposing her asshole. Another person sat lightly on her heaving stomach and scooted up, gripping her breasts in his hands and closing them around his cock, mauling them into a tit-cunt which he fucked with abandon.

She felt herself come, and explosive, overwhelming orgasm, when one person thrust his cock into her ass and another spilled his seed down her throat. It wasn't the end, though, as the hands and the cocks and the mouths continued to assualt her, and she found herself coming again and again.

One time she was laying on her back on top of someone, his cock filling her ass, her cunt stuffed full with another man's cock, while a third man punched his cock down her throat and hands and mouths caressed her body and breasts, sending wave after wave of sexual energy coursing through her body.

Another found her lying on her stomach on top of someone, cunt and ass filled with cock, hands busy masturbating more cock, and mouth and throat busy with still another cock.

She didn't know how many times she had been fucked, or in what positions, but she didn't care. Since her first orgasm it had almost been one continuous come for her, and she loved the feeling of come and sweat coating her body, loved the way it sucked greedily at all the cocks which came near it.

She found out later that they kept her there for over three hours while all thirty two of them fucked her repeatedly every which way they could think of. Near the end, they decided to use her as a toilet, urinating and shitting on her while she moaned in the ecstacy of her abuse. They even pissed down her throat and up her ass, and made her lick them clean after they defacated on her, and she loved every minute of it, her twitchings and squirmings only stopping after being left laying in a pool of urine and excriment for almost a half hour, everyone having left.

Slowly, agonizingly, she stood up, turned on the shower, and cleaned herself up. She then put on her clothes and staggered out of the locker room. She had won the dare, she though, her mind numbed by her experience.

The End

Short 3

She shifted her position slightly to alleviate the weight on her shoulders, using her aching calf muscles to push herself further up onto her toes. Her lithe body, naked and glistening with sweat from effort and the hot lights falling on her imprisoned form, trembled slightly on the edge of exhaustion. She had been there, tied, standing and spread-eagled, under the harsh lights of a small, dingy, room, for close to an hour, and she didn't know how much longer she could stand it before she collapsed onto her arms, letting her shoulders take her weight, which she knew might damage her.

Not that she really believed that she would get out of this alive, but there was always hope. Just a week ago she was a messenger for the French resistance. She remembered how she had, seventeen and sick of what the Nazi's were doing to her country, cut her long, blond hair short, strapped her smallish breasts to her chest, put on some trousers and a bulky shirt over her boyishly slender five foot frame, and presented herself to a friend of a friend of a friend who she knew "recruited" for the movement. That he had mistaken her for a boy of fourteen hadn't bothered her, neither had the small tasks running messages from place to place; she was doing her part, small though it was.

For six months she had done her job--the looks of a young boy only aiding the intelligence and experience of a seventeen year old--until, one night, delivering a message to the owners of an old, dilapidated restaurant, she had been captured. She remembered the delight of the German soldiers, and the disappointment of the commanding officer, when they discovered that she was a woman; she remembered the repeated rapes between and during the interrogations, the pain and abuse she had taken sometimes stoically, sometimes screaming and pleading, for almost seventy two hours without letup.

Finally they had let her sleep--she wondered that they just didn't kill her--and over the following few days had cleaned her up and tended her bruises. She didn't know why, and she didn't care: she was living day to day, and every day she continued taking breath was a good day. When they told her to strip and follow them she had obeyed without question--that had been a little over an hour ago--and remained silent when the tied her, standing spread-eagled on her toes, in the center of the room.

She looked over toward the door in both fear and relief when she heard someone at the door, her large blue eyes glistening in her petite face, the strain of her position showing on her face. "Ah, good morning young lady, and how are we today?" said sharp looking officer, with dark hair and eyes, of about thirty years of age. "Ah, I see you are not speaking today," he continued, sitting on a small stool before her and lightly stroking the inside of her thigh, occasionally brushing his hand against her exposed vagina, smiling as she began to tremble. "Good, good, that gives me more time to talk, not having to answer your stupid questions. I'm sure that you're wondering why you're here--no, don't say anything," he said, holding up his hand as she appeared about to speak. "We know you're nothing more than a small cog in the resistance--ha! Resistance! How humorous. But to continue, you are unimportant: you know nothing and are nobody. We would have had you shot almost immediately were it not for your obvious," and he slid a finger across her dry labia, "charms."

She squirmed under the attentions of his fingers, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot and occasionally steadying herself with her arms. An unspeakable terror grew in her as she listened to his voice: this was a true sadist. He wasn't going to just rape her, like the others, he was going to do things to her, and she knew pain would only be a part of it. She closed her eyes and held back tears, knowing that even if she lived through this, she would never be the same.

"You see," he continued, dipping his hand into a bag by his side which she hadn't noticed before, "it's the Furher's birthday in three days, and I must have a present to give him." He pulled a pair of gloves and a small jar from the bag and set them on his lap. For the next minute there was silence as he pulled on the gloves and uncapped the jar, dipping his fingers into the clear, viscous liquid in the jar. "Do not worry, my dear," he said as he smeared the fluid--some kind of oil--over her exposed labia, then pushed his fingers inside her and coated her insides of her vaginal wall with it, "it is only some ginger oil--diluted of course. Ah, now there's a good girl," he smiled as he took a large dab and rubbed it all over her clitorus, making sure not to miss a spot. He then reached up and gently massaged more of the oil into her breasts, casually playing with her nipples, which grew stiff under his attentions.

She trembled beneath this casual cruelty, this unconscious assumption that her body was his to use. The coolness of the oil brought goosebumps to her skin, which quickly faded as the oil began to irritate her flesh, bringing the warmth of her blood to the coated areas, warming her body. She moaned slighty under the effect of the oil as the man sat back and watched her and continued to speak.

"About six months ago I decided that my gift to him would be a young foreign girl, but it was not as easy as I expected. You see, General had already begun training a young virgin Etheopian girl, about ten years old and very beautiful, to give to him. She is, by this time I'm sure, expert in every kind of eroticism which will not endanger her hymen. So a virgin was out. Also, the General has put together a performing troup, consisting of several quite attractive Jewesses, a small bestiary, and a few of his most sadistic soldiers. Audience participation, I have heard, will be a large part of his production. That eliminated any of the more bloody aspects of a gift. And, unfortunately, several other of the generals got together and created a special house for young and beautiful girls about four months ago. They now have fourteen stunning girls, from ages twelve to thirty, who will make the Fuhrer perfect, willing sex slaves. So, where did that leave me?" He raised his arms and looke at her, smiling at her obvious discomfort.

Why is he telling me all this, she thought, her fidgeting growing as her sex and her breasts began to react to the oil. It was a slow, gradual buildup, a warm, spreading feeling of minute pinpricks which weren't really pinpricks, of itching that wasn't really itching, of a sensation that wasn't pain but was equally unbearable, more in fact because your body would never dull this feeling. The sensations were not yet quite unbearable, but they were close, and although she clenched her jaws, she could not help but let out small moans of agony as she squirmed around in her bonds.

"I decided," her tormentor continued, "to find him something better, something he could use over and over again and gain continuing pleasure from, a woman who would, against her own will, enjoy his rather perverse ministrations. I have been looking for the past six months, and have auditioned exactly eighty two girls. Seventy of them were completely unsuitable--their reactions either non-forthcoming or fake--and I had to discard them. Eight of them simply went insane, and I had no use for them. The other four I had hope for, but they became too submissive, too willing to suffer the pain, abuse and degredation in store for them. I wanted a woman whose body would override her mind, who would hate every moment of her own pleasure in pain. Alas, I have yet to find her."

As he finished he pulled out a pair of nasty looking metal clamps from his case and stood up in front of her. By this time she was squirming with overwhelming sensation, little moans and gasps escaping her lips as she squirmed in captivity. She jerked suddenly when she felt his hands brush against her breasts, now fiery cold and hot and screamingly sensitive.

"Such a sweet little thing," he sighed as he grabbed her breast firmly in hand, squeezing the flesh near the base, forcing the small bud of her nipple to protrude obscenely.

A moan deep in her throat came out as she felt her breast squeezed like that, the blood seemingly trying to burst from the thin wall of the skin around her breast. Her body became a thumping, burning mass centered on her left breast, and she screamed in pure agony, tears running down her cheeks, as she felt the metal clamp close viscously over her nub. She was quivering now in her bonds, her body tight as a piano wire as her tormentor grabbed her other breast. "You son of a bitch," she managed to choke out before another cry was torn from her lips as the other metal clamp found its place. It felt like her nipples were going to explode, the combination of the oil and the clamps hypersensitizing her to her body's reactions: it felt like her breasts had swollen to twice their original size, and she shut her eyes as tears ran down her face, her jaw clenching an unclenching in an attempt to keep from screaming out her agony.

"There," she heard the officer say as he stood back and admired her straining body, then quickly stripped, revealing, to her dismay, a thick 8" cock. She saw him, through teary eyes, lean down and rummage in his bag before pulling out a small tube and proceed to smear his penis with lubrication.

Slowly he approached her, watching intently the way the sweat on her body glistened in the dull light, the way her muscles quivered in strain at her position, the way her legs took perfect shape in her bondage, the way her head slowly shook back and forth in an agony of sensation, the way her teeth ground together in an impressive display of willpower. Beautiful, he thought as he reached out and gently touched her clitorus, watching with a small smile on his face as she jerked against her bonds, straining to escape his touch. He began rubbing his fingers up and down her exposed crack, playing with the little nub that was her tormented pleasure center.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned as he played his fingers across her clit, dark flashes dancing across her sight as she was almost overwhelmed by the sensations. Her whole body felt like it was a single raw nerve which he was strumming like a lute. Pressure began to build up deep in her belly as she felt her heartbeat pound through her nipples. She felt him move behind her, his fingers still gently massaging her clit, and press his swollen member against her ass. "Fuckeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed out as his cock bludgeoned itself into her virgin ass, surging up into her bowels until she felt his balls slap against her open crack. Her ass felt stretched to the limit as he began slowly fucking her, spearing his cock up into her nether passage. One of his hands moved from her vagina and began rubbing her stomach, bringing warmth to her midsection. The other hand took her clit between thumb and forefinger and began gently squeezing and rubbing it around, sending indescribable flashes of sensation through her trembling body.

She began to spit out obscenities, cursing her tormentor for all she was worth, as she felt the pressure in her belly increase with each stroke of his cock in her ass and of his fingers on her clit. Noooooo! she cried out to herself, she didn't want this. She gritted her teeth, her pretty face contorted into a mask of effort as she fought her coming orgasm, but it was no use.

"NooooooAaaaaaaahh hhhhhhrrrrrrgggggg!" she screamed out as her orgasm hit her like an angry mule, driving the muscles in her stomach, cunt, and ass spasming in unbearable and unwanted pleasure. She felt the man behind her grip her clit brutally and bring his other hand up to twist her tortured nipple viscously, driving her to increasing hieghts of orgasmic release. She felt him give two more hard thrusts into her ass and then stop, and she knew his seed was filling her bowels, and she hated him for it. Her whole body spasmed violently one more time before she fell heavily against her bonds, her sweat and come dripping down her legs into a small pool on the concrete floor. She moaned in humiliation as the officer pulled his cock from her ass and walked in front of her.

Leaning close to her ear, he smiled and whispered, "French slut."

The End

Short 4

Terry trembled on the end of the cock filling her cunt, her hands and knees bruised by the hard tiled floor of the office. Her small, lithe Japanese body dripped sweat onto the ground while she grunted to the man's thrusts behind her, her small, round breasts pulled from her body by gravity to swing back and forth. She felt her body flutter as the man began filling her with his seed, and she clamped down on her pussy, a flush of pleasure filling her body. Her mind rebelled: oh, god, she thought, how could she be enjoying this? What kind of whore was she?

She had been working late; at 28 years of age and just two years out of law school, she was a go getter. Every day in a dark blue suit which turned her trim, attractive figure hard, matching nylons accenting her well formed legs, made more appealing by the two or three inch heals she wore, and her long, straight, black hair pulled back from her face to fall in a French braid down her back, making her high cheekbones, petite features, and flashing eyes seem severe, she strode through the halls of her office with confidence and an attitude. They called her the dragon lady behind her back, but she didn't care: she was going to make junior partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the country in record time, and from there, partner.

It wasn't unusual for her to work late, but it was unusual for her to be disturbed by the janitor waxing the floors. The noise was driving her to distraction. Angry, she stood and strode down the hall, approaching the man standing behind the waxing machine, her heels clacking authoritatively against the floor. "Turn that machine off!" she snapped at the man.

With a flip of the switch he killed the machine, looking over this woman who was so imperiously glaring at him. He almost smiled as he slowly looked her over, noting how at 5'3" she challenged his well muscled 6'1", and especially noting how attractive she could be if she didn't try so hard to be such a bitch. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I have a job to do."

Noticing him look her over, she began to tremble in rage. "I have a job to do, and you're keeping me from it," she spat out. "Now you can either find something else to do, quietly, or you can find a new job." His face slid from amusement to a hardness. Bitch, he thought, fucking bitch. Telling him his job, threatening him, thinking she was better than he was....

"You can't fire me," he said, his voice dangerous.

"Try me." With that, she turned on her heel and headed back down the hall to her offices.

Red colored his vision as he stood there frozen, watching her hard back move away from him. Don't let that cunt get away with treating you like that, his mind yelled, pushing his body into motion. With four quick strides he caught up to her and snarled as his hand grabbed a fistful of hair, the muscles in his arm bunching as he swung her hard into the wall, a sense of elation filling him as she became merely and extension of his arm, his strength becoming his power over this cunt.

As she turned on her heel, her anger had become hard: she had shown him, she thought. Suddenly she felt movement behind her and yelped as she felt her hair grabbed. Her hands flew up to her hair and then in front of her as she was thrown off balance, her ankle twisting to one side as her shoe twisted beneath her. She had lost control of her body and the wall slamming into her came suddenly and shockingly, stunning her as she bounced away from the wall. Again she was thrown against the wall, this time realization overcoming the shock of it all and she felt the pain of the contact as her mind blazed in fury and fear. That son of a bitch, her mind screamed, I'll kill him. I'll have him fired, blackballed, and arrested, and then her forebrain stopped working and her brainstem took over as she was tossed like a rag doll onto the floor, landing hard, knocking the back of her head against the tile, temperarily dazing her.

God it felt good, he thought as adrenaline rushed through him, and he slammed her into the wall again, thinking bitch, fucking bitch. Not good enough for her? Well, he'd have her singing a different tune; he flung her down hard onto the tiled floor and watched for a moment as she bounced once, her head striking the tile with a thud, and then he fell on top of her, straddling her stomach and waist.

Everything had happened in a blur, and the hormones coursing through her body made her tense and panicky. Her breath left her as he sat heavily on her waist and stomach. Son of a bitch, she thought, recovering, and tried to hit him. His face was locked into a grinning rictus and fear fluttered through her breast as he knocked her hands away easily, and then slapped her hard on the side of the head.

"Ah! Ah!" she exclaimed as each blow fell against her head and face, futily trying to fend the viscious slaps off with her hands. The blows stopped and in the second it took her to recover she felt her shoulders and back jerked off the ground as he ripped her white blouse violently open. "No!" she cried as she fought to keep his hands away from completely tearing away her blouse, her narrow, firm stomach and ribs exposed to his view. He slapped her upside the head again and shifted his weight, and for a moment she was free, scrambling to get out from under him, but then she felt his strong hands on her shoulders as he flipped her over onto her stomach, knocking the wind from her as the cool tiles pressed against her stomach as he settled his weight down on her lower back.

The bitch fought like a wildcat, but his blood was up, and the feeling of his open palm against the bitch's face was unbelievable, as was the sound of her little cries and the satisfying smack as he landed each blow. It wasn't enough, though; he had bigger and better plans for this little bitch. He reached down and ripped open her blouse, watching in delight as her head snapped back as her shoulders flew off the ground. One hard yank and it was open, and he caught himself at the sight: her stomach was flat and firm and her waist waspish, and her breasts, still encased in a white bra, were perfectly porportioned to her small ribcage, her olive skin smooth and without blemish. Her struggles increased as he tried to pull off the blouse, so he flipped her over onto her stomach and dragged the blouse back until it was only her around her lower arms.

His cock was rock hard now, her struggles turning him on as she thrashed beneath him. She'd have it filling her belly before long, he thought, an ingenious idea coming to him at that moment. He twisted the torn blouse around her lower arms and hands, wrapping them up tight; it would make things easier for him, although she was sure to get out of the tangle sooner or later.

Breathing hard now, the struggle began to take its toll on her: he was so much stronger, there wasn't anything she could do. When she felt her arms pulled behind her as he struggled to pull off her blouse, she paused for an instant, catching her breath, before trying yet again to buck him off. She moaned out loud as she felt him wrap the blouse around her arms, pinning them there, and she began screaming and yelling.

"Let me go! You bastard! Let me go! Son of a bitch!"

Ignoring her screams--no one could here them anyway--he tore her bra from her, using a small pocket knife he always kept with him. By then she had almost worked her hands loose, but he still had time to get the bitch's skirt off before he'd have to deal with that problem. He half stood, half crouched over her, stepping back and grabbing the waist of her skirt in both hands. With a jerk, he pulled it up and back, yanking the whore's whole body off the ground and making a satisfying ripping sound as the garment slipped off her hips.

When he yanked her bra from her, her mind was a pit of rage and fear, and she began frenziedly working to free her arms. Suddenly his weight was off her and she tried to squirm away when her body was jacknifed into the air as he yanked on her skirt. She heard the ugly rip of fabric and felt her skirt slide down to her buttocks. Finally her arms came free and her hands and feet scrabbled on the tiles as she tried to crawl away from this man. She felt her body jerked back one, two more times, each yank forcing the air from her lungs, and her skirt was around her knees and she was desperately scrambling away from him, her skirt slipping from around her feet, dragging her shoes with it. She was halfway to her feet when a body surged up behind her and hands gripped her waist, pulling her back down to a kneeling position. Her pantihose were yanked down around her thighs, and she felt the hands around her waist again, flipping her over hard onto her back.

What a hot body, he thought, flipping the cunt over. Bitch must work out. He grinned at the thump she made as she landed on her back, and at the desperate look of anger and terror on her face as she flailed her arms and legs at him. He stood and tore off her hose and panties with one motion, leaving her completely naked. There was no doubt about it: he was going to rape her. That fucking bastard--what right did he have? She felt her hose and panties come off and rolled over onto her hands and knees, trying to flee this son of a bitch. With a "Whoomph" she crashed hard onto her stomach as he brought his full weight down on her, crushing her to the floor. She felt his knees force her legs wide while his own hands freed his manhood from his jeans. She felt it flop against her bare ass and redoubled her efforts, but realized it was futile when he grabbed her hips in two hands and jerked her violently to her knees.

"Get ready, bitch, for the fucking of your life!"

"Noooo!" she screamed as she felt his cock prod at her vagina, her effort to escape turning into a frenzied blur, until she froze as his cock slid painfully into her small tunnel, a smooth invasion of her cunt.

He loved this part, loved sticking it to them. The tighter the better too. It wasn't so much the sex, or even the way his cock felt, pulsing like it was going to explode deep in this cunt's twat; it was the power, the domination, the forcing of himself into their body, the violation of something so intimate to them. He was surprised at this cunt, though: her cunt was slick, making his entry smooth and pleasurable. Her body was soaked with sweat from her struggles too, and he felt her skin slip against his hands as he pulled her doll-like body against his.

Her mind emptied of all thought and passion as she realized he had done it--he had penetrated her. It felt so strange, too, unreal, to be held like this, forced like this, his prong stretching her. She had had sex before, had used her body like she used her brain to get to the top, and she knew she was good, for she wouldn't have accepted less of herself--the right tool for the right job. But it had always been cold, emotionless, on her part--everything choreographed just so, everything arranged just so so that she would have what she wanted when she was done. This though was different, something to which she could feel her body responding as he began to brutally fuck her from behind, dragging tortured gasps from her straining lungs as he pounded into her.

Oh god it was so good he thought as he looked down at his prize. The bitch wasn't giving him shit now, that was for sure. She wasn't too good for him after all. He gave a small chuckle as he heard her gasp from a particularly brutal thrust, and began fucking her more vigorously.

As he increased his pace she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, the sensations from her cunt beginning to overwhelm her, but she wasn't about to let that bastard see her debasement. But it was like nothing she had ever felt before, she thought, as her body began moving to its own rhythm, her ass jerking back against his hips as he crashed into her, her moans a counterpoint to the harsh smacking of flesh against flesh.

The bitch was getting into it, he saw, but they all did. They all loved a big hard cock reaming them out; they were all whores. A few more thrusts and he came, the sensation overwhelming, followed by her cunt spasming around his still shooting member. Fucking bitch got off, he thought as he leaned over her, one hand on the floor as he recovered.

"Hello Ted," a voice said.

Ted quickly jerked himself from Terry and spun around, standing and trying to put his cock away at the same time, to face Mr. White, the Senior partner.

When Terry heard the voice panic screamed through her conscousness followed quickly by shame and then relief. She had been raped and now here was someone who would save her. She slid quickly over to her clothes and covered herself up, drawing her legs together and up.

"Mr. White," she started.

Ted's mind was racing furiously. Mr. White was a big man, but almost sixty. He couldn't stand up to Ted, and then he would be free. Damn that bitch! Ruining everything!

"So how was she Ted?"

Terry was stunned. Had she really heard what she thought she heard? She glanced at the janitor and saw surprise and shock on his face also.

"Wha?" he asked.

"I asked if she was good, Ted," Mr. White repeated patiently.

"Nooo!" Terry cried, scrambling to stand and run before this insanity went any farther. Suddenly the booming voice of the senior partner stilled her as his gnarled hand shot out to point at her.

"You stay right where you are, young lady, if you value your job!" She froze. What was he saying? For the first time in years she was confused and unsure of herself.

"Now, Ted, you still haven't answered me."

"Oh, she was damn good, all right, Mr. White."

"Nice and tight?"

"Sweet like teenaged pussy." He was grinning now. Mr. White wouldn't turn him in.

"Good." Mr. White turned toward Terry, "Now don't you think you had better clean him up?"

She was horrified by this nightmare; this couldn't be real. "NO!"

she shouted, standing, torn between staying and running. Mr. White's voice grew hard. "I don't think you understand, you little piece of ass. I can blackball you, I can make it so you never work again, I can make it so that you wish you were a janitor. If you don't do exactly what I say right now, and do it well, I will crush you like an insignificant piece of trash. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

She stood there looking at him stunned.

"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

She nodded.

"Then go ahead, give the man a blow job."

She dropped, dazed, to her knees and looked up into the grinning visage of the janitor as he smirked at her, unzipping his pants and pulling out his now limp cock. When she placed her mouth over it she tasted her own juices on it, but didn't let that stop her. Slowly, under her skilled mouth and tongue, it grew until she could only fit half of it in her mouth. She wondered if Mr. White wanted her to deep throat it--she could, but it hurt. He had said make it good, so she swallowed, steeled herself, and jammed his cock down her throat until her nose smashed up against his pubic hair.

Ted moaned as the cunt took him down her throat. Who would have thought the bitch could do that? Then something struck him as he looked over at Mr. White: "You planned all this, didn't you?"

Mr. White laughed. "What do you think? I put a hot looking Jap queen bitch and an ex-con put away for four counts of rape against Japs together and you think I didn't plan this?" He laughed again. "Why the hell do you think I hired you? After the first year I knew this ice queen wasn't going to make it--she was too aggressive, to domineering, and that doesn't even work for men. I kept her anyway, and got you. You got it?" Ted smiled. "I got it."

"Good."

Terry heard all this with growing horror. Her world was crashing down around her. She wasn't good enough for partner? Not even as an associate? She was only kept on so that this, this, janitor could rape her? There was nothing, nothing left to her, she thought, her head bobbing up and down, sliding the cock back and forth in her throat.

"Back to business," she heard Mr. White say. "Ted, don't you think it would be nice if you could watch Terry there play with herself while she blew you?"

"Ya. I'd like that."

"You heard the man, Terry."

Terry flushed crimson throughout her body. Mr. White was humiliating her--she couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"Don't forget, Terry," he said, "you don't do a good job, you're out anyway. And don't even think about going to the cops--who're they going to believe, you or me?"

She knew he was right, knew that if she wanted to retain any little scrap of her previous life she would have to do as he said. Slowly she let her right hand slide down her stomach to her still sensitive labia and clitorus. Rubbing herself to coat her fingers in her own lubricant, she began sawing back and forth at her clit, spreading her legs so that she could get better access.

Masturbating herself, her throat around the janitor's cock, she felt a strange rush of pleasure. The humiliation of doing something like this against her will, in front of Mr. White, to a janitor, was somehow exciting. Sex had never before been exciting, and she felt her body flush with pleasure as her mind thought of what she must look like. She began to masturbate in earnist, sucking even harder on Ted's cock. She felt his hands grip her head and he began fucking her face violently, but she didn't care: she reached down now with both hands and shoved two fingers up her twat while she furiously rubbed her clit. She came hard, her stomach knotting up in pleasure, as she felt Ted's come slide down her throat.

"I think she'll do," she heard Mr. White say. "Bring her to my car; I think my son and daughter in law would like to play with her tonight."

The End

Short 5

Blood ran from her wrists down her arms as she hung, whimpering and crying and wailing, six inches above the floor. Her firm, proud young body jerked and trembled under the continuous whipping and beating of the five men in the room with her. Her head whipped back and forth, in tune with the agony coursing through her body, tossing her long, long blond hair, reaching down to her ankles, back and forth across her back and buttocks, sticking to the sweat and seeping blood covering her body. Her large blue eyes were closed and swollen with tears, showing long, glistening lashes; her full, luscious red lips trembled and worked spasmatically as she continued to cry and scream and beg for release.

Her round, upthrusting breasts jiggled and swayed as she was jerked back and forth by the blows raining against her body, blood oozing from the marks of thin canes. Her legs thrashed wildly as the torture continued, each blow against her crotch sending her howling and swinging from her tortured wrists.

Edward motioned his lackies to stop the blows and stood looking at his prize, now whimpering and sobbing softly, her body jerking spasmatically, uncontrollably, in remembrance of the agony she had just endured. Edward thought of her as she was just one hour ago, a beautiful young college student, an American, proud and sure in her freedom and education. American, he thought, and spat. Now she was no more than a bloody piece of meat hanging before him, still luscious with her curves and her soft, trembling flesh. He walked behind her and grabbed her inner thighs, slick with sweat and blood, in his hands, pulling her up and spearing her up the ass with his hard cock, earning him a delicious howl of agony as he felt her skin tear before his rampaging phallus. One of his men stepped up and thrust hard into her cunt, and they worked her trembling, squirming, thrashing, twisting, mewling, sweating, bleeding body between them until they shot deep inside her, to be replaced by more of his men.

They had all fucked her twice by the time the cut her ruined wrists and shoulders free and let her fall to the floor, before they made her crawl around on all fours, kicking her when she fell, exhausted from the pain, until she got back up and continued. He made her take them all in her mouth, knowing she would be happy for the respite from the pain, and luxuriated in the soft warmth of her mouth. He let hope of release build up before he took her outside and strapped her on her hands and knees over a wooden block. After he and his men had emptied their bladders and bowels over her, he let the dogs loose, and stood back and watched as what remained of her lush young body was taken again and again by his animals, delighting in the continuous cries flowing from her lips and the delicious straining of her body.

He left her there over-night, keeping company with the dogs, and had his servants release her the following morning. If she was lucky, she would make it to some red cross personel, for then she'd probably live. Otherwise, well, there were a lot of beggars and theives who really didn't care what their pussy looked like....

The End

Short 6

She screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into her bowels, stretching her ass until she thought it would tear, her slender fourteen year old body shaking and jerking in revulsion and terror, her body bent over and tied achingly to a large chair.

She couldn't believe, her mind a whirl of pain and humiliation, that she had left her house just a few hours ago to go on a date-it seemed like another world altogether. She had taken over an hour to prepare, combing out her long, blue-black hair and tying it in a loose braid, applying makeup to enhance her glowing Asian eyes, powdering her delicate features to give her face a clear, pale glow. She had even bought a special dress, a short-sleeved affair which covered her upper body, pulling attention away from her almost non- existent chest to her narrow waist, and which fell from there into a short, flirty skirt which showed off legs strong and well shaped from years of bicycle riding.

It had been so exciting, she remembered, being asked out by the seventeen year old captain of the football team, Tommy. All her friends had just died.

She was forced back to reality as Tommy took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him, her tear stained face a mask of fear and desperation.

"Please, uh, please let, aahgg, me go," she whimpered as his friend continued plowing her virgin ass, sending streamers of agony through her each time his hips crashed against her ass cheeks, the penetration tearing her apart.

"You are so beautiful Sylvia," he answered softly. "I'm not done with you yet." With that he stood up and urged his friend on, telling him to fuck the little bitch hard, to hurt her, to make her scream. She turned red in shame as she felt him come inside her ass, her ass burning at the violation.

She remembered they had gone out to dinner, and she had talked, and he had talked, and then he had taken her back to his place, since he had forgotten to bring the flowers he had gotten her. He invited her in to meet his parents, but instead found Greg waiting for her just inside the door. Greg, a six foot two, two hundred pound offensive lineman, had picked her up like she was a rag doll and thrown her to the ground. She hadn't realized what was going on even as he ripped the clothes off her. It was only when she had seen Tommy stepping out of his pants that she had realized that he was going to rape her.

And rape her he had, taking her virginity brutally while she thrashed and screamed and begged and pleaded beneath him, the pain and humiliation and betrayal and shame making her buck with inhuman strength to throw him off, but all in vain. He had taken her with his friend Greg watching and helping, and they had laughed each time she screamed after he drove into her hard.

And they had joked after he had come and was still inside her, with her moaning, defeated, on the ground. She had thought they would let her go then, but she was wrong. Greg wanted his turn, and had tied her bent over a chair so he could have "her remaining virgin hole." It was a hell from which she felt she'd never be released.

"You really think the chandelier is strong enough?" she heard Greg ask, his cock thankfully removed from her anus.

"Sure. Hell, I used to swing from it when I was ten. She can't weigh much more than I did. Of course, we'll have to gag her. We don't want her caterwauling bringing over the neighbors."

"Ok. Let's do it." They laughed and she heard them giving each other a high five.

She had no fight left in her as they untied her, ignoring her pleadings to be released. Still she managed to squirm and try to keep Tommy from shoving her panties into her mouth until Greg grabbed her head and forced her jaw open. Tape then covered the lower half of her face as she was effectively gagged, and the rope was brought around to fasten her arms together in front of her, her wrists fastened painfully together.

Tommy held his prize at arms length, gazing at her in admiration. She was a beauty, all right, the tears streaming down her face, the look of horror in her gorgeous Asian eyes, her wide, delicate nose flaring as she breathed, her long blue-black hair frayed from its braid to fall across her shoulders, the way her shoulders shook as she sobbed only made her more beautiful in his eyes.

As Greg brought in a ladder from the garage Tommy thought back to when he had first seen her. She had been in the stands sitting next to the other freshman girls, or fresh meat as he and his friends called them, and he had been entranced. He had wanted her that very instance; more than that, he had wanted to dominate her, to hurt her, to hear her whimper under the punishment of his cock. And now he had her. He smiled to himself as he led his little Asian princess under the chandelier and handed the rope up to Greg.

Sylvia used her eyes to plead with Tommy to let her go as she felt her arms pulled over her head, the rope on her wrists beginning to burn as she was pulled to her toes, the muscles in her calves and thighs straining to keep her balance.

Greg descended the ladder and both he and Tommy stood back to admire their prize. Her shapely legs were well displayed as they strained to keep the ropes from stripping the skin from her wrists, her narrow hips and waspish waist giving her the illusion of a chest. Her breasts, although merely small bulges of flesh topped by nipples, perfectly complimented the rest of her body.

Sylvia trembled fearfully in her bondage as the boys stared at her. She felt their come dripping from her ass and cunt down her thighs, and clenched them together to hide this shame. When would this torture end, she thought?

"No!" she tried to scream through her gag as she saw them pull their belts from the pants lying on the ground, but only a muffled moan came out. A loud "THWACK" split the air and she screamed in pain as a belt landed squarely against her midriff, jerking her off balance. As she struggled to take the weight off her wrists a belt landed against her ass, sending thudding pain through her body and jerking her hips forward.

"THWACK" against the front of her thighs. "THWACK" against her shoulder blades. "THWACK" against her small breasts. "THWACK THWACK THWACK" the belts fell again and again, driving her crazy with agony. The pain in her wrists was merely a dull aching compared to the fire of her body as the belts drove her to the edge of consciousness, her muffled screaming turned to grunting and whimpering as the boys relentlessly battered her teenaged body.

She was in a daze of pain when they stopped, and didn't even realize it. Her wrists were bleeding and her body was black and blue. When she felt gentle hands lift her up she didn't know whose they were or where she was.

When the gag was removed her mouth moved convulsively but only soft mewling sounds came out.

Tommy, she remembered, Tommy as she clutched at the warm body, which carried her to a bed and laid her gently down. Tommy and his friend had beaten her, and she ached, but why was he treating her so gently now, why was he softly kissing her, so lovingly, on her neck and chest and nipples. She was in a half dream state as she felt his hands at her ravaged sex, and she felt herself responding to his soft caresses. His lips were against hers, and she met his tongue with her own, her body rising with passion to press against his. When he entered her it was bliss, and she moaned and twisted beneath him as he slowly rocked her to completion, filling her with his seed even as she screamed in orgasm and clutched at him with her whole body before collapsing on the bed.

"You're mine, Sylvia." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, oh yes," she whispered before falling into an exhausted sleep.

The End

Short 7

Her slender 15 year old Asian body drew taunt against the bonds that held her tied spread eagled to the bed. Cries of shame, humiliation and passion escaped from her lips as her abuser jammed his fingers in and out of her sopping virgin box. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her young body as her climax hit her, and tears coursed down her face as her tormentor laughed at his power over her.

As the HEAT began to seep into her crotch, beginning to send tingling sensations through her young, 14 year old body, she squirmed as much as she could in her bonds, moaning softly through her gag. Her arms were strapped down to her sides, just underneath where her thighs were secured to her chest, with her calves strapped folded atop them, lewdly exposing her cunt and her ass were it not for the thick tape covering them. She moaned louder, tears coursing from her large brown eyes, her soft brown hair tied to the headboard of the bed upon which she laid, as the sensations from the HEAT began to build, joining with the humming of the vibrators in her cunt and ass, making her clit swell and jerk in its tape bondage. The sensations became overwhelming, almost painful, and she arched her young body and cried out as her cunt spasmed and she exploded into orgasm. The sensations continued and she whimpered through her gag as her exhausted body, glistening with perspiration, began responding again. Another climax overpowered her, and another, sending her body twisting and shaking in its bonds. And the video camera caught it all.

Muffled grunts of agony escaped the ravished cheerleader's gagged mouth as her rapist drove brutally into her ass, sending streamers of agony lancing through her young, tender body, her cunt spasming painfully as his balls slapped wetly against her dripping box.

The muscles stood out starkly from her trim, sixteen year old legs as she quivered in agony and ecstasy, the pain of his cock plowing her virgin pussy offset by the sparks of pleasure arcing through her body.

Sparks of light flashed before her eyes and jolted through her jangled nerves as he thrust his fist deep into her ravaged cunt, pounding it into her cervix, making her body jerk wildly in its bonds. The sight of his sneering face leered over her as he pounded her cunt mercilessly, his other hand painfully mauling her clit. She screamed in denial and agony and release as her body betrayed her, exploding into an uncontrollable, thrashing, frenetic orgasm.

Hanging by her ankles, her shapely legs pulled wide apart, a wet, sickly slapping sound reached her ears as agony shot through her groin, tearing a scream of agony from her throat as the lash fell directly on her exposed cunt, making her lithe dancer's body twist madly in pain.

Strapped over a sawhorse, her arms and legs tied tightly to the rough wood, her slender Asian form trembled as it approached orgasm for the fifth time, the rough hands clawing at her hips and the driving force of the cock in her ass calling forth rhythmic grunts from her lips, and she cried in shame as the men, almost twenty of them, laughed at her as she shuddered her way into orgasm.

Her long blond hair scattered about her head as she was thrown forcefully to the hard ground, the vibrations of the impact stunning her young teenaged body. She screamed and fought as the boys tore at her cheerleading outfit, tearing it open to reveal luscious breasts and a mound sparsely covered with blond pubes, leaving her skirt and sleeves intact. She begged as the first of them mounted her, her legs, strong and shapely from years of exercise, straining against the restraining hands of her rapists. She screamed as he penetrated her, the agony and humiliation shattering her nerves and her mind, sending her swirling into a vertigo of pain.

The muscles stood out starkly from her trim, sixteen year old legs as she quivered in agony and ecstasy, the pain of his cock plowing her virgin pussy offset by the sparks of pleasure arcing through her body.

Sparks of light flashed before her eyes and jolted through her jangled nerves as he thrust his fist deep into her ravaged cunt, pounding it into her cervix, making her body jerk wildly in its bonds. The sight of his sneering face leered over her as he pounded her cunt mercilessly, his other hand painfully mauling her clit. She screamed in denial and agony and release as her body betrayed her, exploding into an uncontrollable, thrashing, frenetic orgasm.

Hanging by her ankles, her shapely legs pulled wide apart, a wet, sickly slapping sound reached her ears as agony shot through her groin, tearing a scream of agony from her throat as the lash fell directly on her exposed cunt, making her lithe dancer's body twist madly in pain.

Strapped over a sawhorse, her arms and legs tied tightly to the rough wood, her slender Asian form trembled as it approached orgasm for the fifth time, the rough hands clawing at her hips and the driving force of the cock in her ass calling forth rhythmic grunts from her lips, and she cried in shame as the men, almost twenty of them, laughed at her as she shuddered her way into orgasm.

Her long blond hair scattered about her head as she was thrown forcefully to the hard ground, the vibrations of the impact stunning her young teenaged body. She screamed and fought as the boys tore at her cheerleading outfit, tearing it open to reveal luscious breasts and a mound sparsely covered with blond pubes, leaving her skirt and sleeves intact. She begged as the first of them mounted her, her legs, strong and shapely from years of exercise, straining against the restraining hands of her rapists. She screamed as he penetrated her, the agony and humiliation shattering her nerves and her mind, sending her swirling into a vertigo of pain.

The End

Short 8

A note A grunt of air escaped her as she was stopped in mid-stride, her body flying sideways from the trail to land painfully among the bushes. Stunned, she didn't know what was happening until hands gripped her spandex shorts, dragging them over her tennis shoes and pulling her further into concealment.

She sucked in her breath to scream, her legs, strong and shapely from years of running, beginning to kick out at her attacker. Her scream turned into a gasping wheeze as he fell atop her, his face, hidden by a ski mask, only inches from hers.

His hand gripped the base of her ponytail, pulling her head toward his as his soft lips ground against hers, their teeth clashing together as he forced his tongue into her gasping mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his hand by her crotch and drew up her legs to either side of his body, whimpering into his mouth as she felt him pull out his cock and press it against her cunt.

He broke his kiss, his hand still tight on her hair, and stared down into her face and he worked his cock against her pussy. She felt it slide easily inside her, the sweat of her run slicking her inner passage, the adrenaline of her struggle combining with the thick rod in her cunt sending shivers crawling across her taunt body, a low gasp of pleasure escaping unbidden from her mouth as his balls slapped against her ass. She watched as a smirk settled across his face, her hands stretched out above her, and she closed her eyes and drew up her legs as he began methodically pummeling her with his cock, sending rolling waves of pleasure through her body.

She felt her breasts begin to swell and her hips began to undulate with his steady rodding as she lost herself in the sensations assaulting her body. Her ankles crossed behind his back and her thighs squeezed at his midriff as she tried to force her pleasure to a peak, only to be denied again and again as he controlled her motion, slowly taking her higher and higher. She was grunting like a stuck pig now, wanting it, wanting it harder and faster, wanting it to send her over the edge into release.

His mouth was on hers again now sending shivers through her body as she opened her mouth to him, bringing her hands around, trying to pull his body closer to hers. He began pounding into her now, and her body began to jerk as she felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, each stronger and sharper than the last, until her whole body was arched against his, her throat keening into his mouth, her cunt spasming against his cock as he filled her with his seed. Finally she collapsed to the ground and they lay together, sweat soaking their bodies. When he stood up, he pulled off his mask and ran his hand through his short blonde hair, looking down at her prostrate form as she began to lift herself up on her elbow.

"You surprised the hell out of me," she said. "You didn't seem to mind," he grinned, kneeling beside her and handing her her shorts. "Well...." "You are one beautiful slut." She kissed him and they walked back out onto the trail. "I have an idea," she said impishly. "Out with it woman." She whispered into his ear, and his grin grew broader and broader.

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