Collection of short stories
Introduction:
A bunch of strories
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 tear beneath 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.
~Subject: Short 2.0 (mf nc)
~From: [email protected]
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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.
~Subject: Short 4.0 (mf n/c asian)
~From: [email protected] (WILEY)
Warning: This story contains non-consensual sex between a white
male and an asian female. If you don’t like this type of stuff,
don’t read it-it’s that simple.
Author’s note: The fourth short, one which I may continue
unless someone else decides to.
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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 prestigous 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.” ~Subject: Short 4.1 (unfinished)
~From: [email protected]
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This one needs a note:
I committed the error of trying the make this short into a
series, but got bogged down. I’m posting this unfinished bit
because I thought someone might like it. The direction I’m headed
is easily seen, so feel free to finish the story if you like, if
only in your mind.
* * * * * * * *
As Mr. White walked away down the hall, Terry looked up into
the grinning face of her rapist.
“You heard the man,” he said, stooping to pick up her skirt and
blouse. “Put these on,” tossing them to her.
She quickly dressed, feeling the sluggish roll of his semen down
her thighs, her head down and face flushed as she was reminded of
her humiliation. What had happened to her? she thought. Half an
hour ago she had been at the top of the world, a hard bitten lawyer
on her way to the big time, in complete control of her own fate,
depending only on her own abilities; now, she thought with a lump
in her throat, she was no more than Mr. White’s whore. The worse
thing, though, was how her body had reacted; she blushed in shame
as she felt her body tingle at the remembrance.
“Get a move on, cunt,” Ted snarled, shoving her toward the
elevators.
Meekly she obeyed, padding down the hall in her bare feet. Her
mind was filled with dread as the elevator hummed its way down to
the underground parking garage. What was next? And would Mr. White
really allow her to keep her job? If only Ted weren’t standing
there smirking at her like that, his hand painfully gripping her
upper arm.
When the elevator doors opened, Mr. White was waiting, standing
next to his car. He opened the door and waved her in, and she
obeyed numbly, not daring to look up.
“Uh, Mr. White…” Ted started.
“Don’t worry, Ted,” Mr. White replied, “you’ll be able to fuck
her, and hurt her, in the future. Just keep your mouth shut and do
your job.”
“Right-o, Mr. White. Have fun,” he said, smiling.
Five minutes later they were on the highway, and for the first
time since in the office Mr. White spoke to her.
“Here,” he said, reaching behind him and presenting her with a
small vibrator, about four inches long and slender, “use this to
play with yourself, but don’t orgasm.”
She gulped silently and reached out to take the plastic toy,
feeling the heat radiating from his hand. She felt like a small
child as she slid her skirt to bunch around her hips, spreading her
legs so that she could insert the vibrator. She turned it on,
feeling the buzzing hum radiate through her hands, matching the
smooth vibrations of the luxury automobile she was within. The
whole world took on a strange, removed, air: only she and Mr. White
existed in the entire world, she, Mr. White, and this humming,
buzzing little stick in her hand. She glanced down, her vision
gliding past her sparse pubic hair to focus on the slightly swollen
lips of her labia, the juices of recent intercourse shining between
her legs. She slowly moved the vibrator until its side touched her
outer labia. She felt it spread a delicious numbness through her
groin, and she slid it up and down her crack, now staring out the
window at the cars moving like dream shapes along the highway with
them.
Too sensitive! and her hand jerked back as the vibrator touched
her clitorus. She looked over at Mr. White, saw him watching her
out of the corner of his eyes, and opened her mouth to ask a
question.
“Mr. White…?”
“Don’t worry, Terry, you’ve still got your job. Your duties have
just been…expanded.” Now he was staring directly at her hands and
crotch, watching the way she gently ran the vibrator along and
between her labia. “And if you do a good job, in both your new
responsibilities as well as your old ones, you might even make
partner by the end of the year.”
The words stunned her, and almost unconscously her hands pressed
the vibrator deep into her vagina, and she gasped at the pleasure
of it. Her mind was both stunned and awhirl: she couldn’t believe
any of this was happening to her-it was like a strange
hallucination; and she had thought about fucking her way to the
top-no moral or personal qualms there-but this was ridiculous.
What was Mr. White’s plan for her? the question crystalizing in her
mind as she felt the growing pleasure her hands and the vibrator
were bringing her. It was so…obscene…twisted…what she was
doing now, in a car, with her boss sitting right beside her,
watching. She shuddered. Why? She was to be a sex toy, but she was
also to keep her job; how did that fit? And an offer of
partnership, but only if she was good at both whoring and
lawyering? She was confused; she didn’t understand it.
Her mind slipped from these subjects as the pleasure in her
groin grew. She began gently stroking her clitorus with her fingers
as she swirled the vibrator inside herself, soft moans now escaping
her lips. She leaned her head back on the cushioned head rest and
closed her eyes, concentrating totally on the sensations coming
from her vagina. She teased herself, aware of the command not to
bring herself to orgasm-how strange, she thought, the care she
took not to bring herself to a point she had never reached before
tonight.
She was brought out of her sexual daze when she felt the car
come to a halt, and she lazily lifted up her head to look over at
Mr. White. She saw his eyes rivited on her exposed groin, and a
similtaneous blush of shame and pleasure suffused her whole body.
“Get out of the car,” he commanded.
Carefully she opened the car door, removing the vibrator and
switching it off. She stepped out onto the driveway, her legs weak
and rubbery from unfulfilled lust, and looked up at a gorgeous
victorian mansion. She stared at it, taking in its magnificence,
until she felt Mr. White take the vibrator dangling from her hand
and place it into his breast pocket.
“Come.”
Terry followed him, the pavement hard beneath her feet-what had
happened to the rest of her clothes, she wondered idly: probably
thrown away by Ted, Ted her body shuddered.
Through a large atrium, turn left down a long hallway lined with
doors, through one of the doors down stairs to a small room with a
couch and a television and a door. The door is locked, and
unlocking it into a short hallway with another locked door, opening
into a bright, huge, she could only describe it as a paradise.
Ferns grew along the walls, pushing out toward the center of the
room, full spectrum heat lamps making the room muggy with a slight
mist spraying from mirrored walls and ceilings onto the plants
every few minutes. Italian tile, a deep, rich green, covered the
floor, leading to a pond-a swimming pool-in the center of the
room. Surrounding the pool large pillows of every color lay spread
about, with glittering silver chains and leather cuffs and strands
here and there. A table between the far wall and the pool held a
dizzying array of fruit and jams and honeys: large strawberries
piled haphazardly in a bowl spilling onto the table, crowding green
and red and yellow melons, sliced into thin cresent moon wedges,
aside. Grapes, small and large, green and red, lay scattered among
bowls of apricot and peach, strawberry and apple jams, and slender,
small caraffs filled with amber honey sticking their necks above
rolling apples. Kiwis, sliced open to reveal their sparkling green
flesh, and cubes of dull yellow mango interwove themselves into
this tapestry, and other fruits too, fruits she could not name but
which looked cool and sweet and pleasant.
A cooling breeze blew from somewhere, swirling about, breaking
up the humidity of the room, and a movement from across the room
caught her eye. Adam and Eve, her mind immediately thought, but no.
She stood stock still, her feet beaded with the dampness of the
tiles, Mr. White slightly behind her to her right, while the two
most beautiful people she had ever seen raised themselves from a
pile of pillows and began to cross the room toward her.
The man was about 6’1″ with dark hair, short and in a gentle
wave, and the face and body of Adonis. Dark eyes stared piercingly
out of a strong, masculine face, a face with strong lines and a
sharp nose. His chest was broad, his arms muscular, his stomach a
board of rippling muscles stepping down to a trim waist and large,
strong thighs and calves. Embarrassed, her eyes skipped past his
naked manhood.
The woman was maybe 5’9″ and an Aphrodite to match his Adonis.
Dark blonde hair, wet and matted like an otter’s skin, hung down
her back to her waist. A large forehead, large, languid blue eyes,
a soft, round nose, high cheekbones, and full red lips arranged as
if by a master painter (no, not Picasso) make up her face, and her
body was even more beautiful. Wide, strong shoulders-swimmer’s
shoulders-narrowed to a firm chest and outthrusting breasts topped
by small, dark red nipples. Her waist was narrow and her stomach
flat, the skin sliding smoothly across the muscles underneath. The
light patch of her pubic hair split two gorgeously long legs, with
full, strong thighs and well-rounded calves. She radiated an air of
sensual sleekness.
“Terry,” Mr. White startled her out of herself, “my son and his
wife, Dan and Diane.”
“She’s beautiful,” Diane cooed, her hand gently caressing
Terry’s arm, sending goosebumps across her skin, “and her hair….
Terry, you must promise me never to change your hairstyle. This
braid is so becoming.”
Terry was completely out of her element. She felt unsure,
defenseless, scared, and, she admitted, shy and excited. It was
like she was a little girl again, standing before her mother while
being bathed. She nodded to Diane, not able to say anything.
“She is stunning, Dad. She wasn’t hurt, I hope.”
“No. She wasn’t hurt. Enjoyed herself, I think.”
She blushed at this and Diane still fondling her braid, running
the end teasingly across her back and buttocks through her clothes.
“Good, good,” Dan continued, “and don’t worry, Dad, we’ve got
everything all set up. See you later.”
With a grunt Mr. White left, leaving her alone with these two
beautiful people in this room of lavish excess.
“We can’t call her Terry, now, can we Dan.”
“No no. You’re right. We’ll have to think of something else.”
They paused for a moment, still staring at her, and she trembled
under their gaze. It was so appraising, so possessive yet also
strangely tender and kind.
“I know,” Diane said, “Kiko. Her name will be Kiko.”
“Good. I like that. Now little one, your new name is Kiko.
Whenever you’re with us, you will be Kiko. Understand?” he asked,
smiling down at her.
“Yes, Mr. White.”
“Oh no, that’s all wrong,” Diane broke in. “You must call us
Master and Mistress, for that is who we are. Now what is your
name?” she asked, stroking her head.
“Kiko, Mistress.” silently and reached out to take the plastic
toy, feeling the heat radiating from his hand. She felt like a
small child as she slid her skirt to bunch around her hips,
spreading her legs so that she could insert the vibrator. She
turned it on, feeling the buzzing hum radiate through her hands,
matching the smooth vibrations of the luxury automobile she was
within. The whole world took on a strange, removed, air: only she
and Mr. White existed in the entire world, she, Mr. White, and this
humming, buzzing little stick in her hand. She glanced down, her
vision gliding past her sparse pubic hair to focus on the slightly
swollen lips of her labia, the juices of recent intercourse shining
between her legs. She slowly moved the vibrator until its side
touched her outer labia. She felt it spread a delicious numbness
through her groin, and she slid it up and down her crack, now
staring out the window at the cars moving like dream shapes along
the highway with them. Too sensitive! and her hand jerked back as
the vibrator touched her clitorus. She looked over at Mr. White,
saw him watching her out of the corner of his eyes, and opened her
mouth to ask a question. “Mr. White…?” “Don’t worry, Terry,
you’ve still got your job. Your duties have just been…expanded.”
Now he was staring directly at her hands and crotch, watching the
way she gently ran the vibrator along and between her labia. “And
if you do a good job, in both your new responsibilities as well as
your old ones, you might even make partner by the end of the year.”
The words stunned her, and almost unconscously her hands pressed
the vibrator deep into her vagina, and she gasped at the pleasure
of it. Her mind was both stunned and awhirl: she couldn’t believe
any of this was happening to her-it was like a strange
hallucination; and she had thought about fucking her way to the
top-no moral or personal qualms there-but this was ridiculous.
What was Mr. White’s plan for her? the question crystalizing in her
mind as she felt the growing pleasure her hands and the vibrator
were bringing her. It was so…obscene…twisted…what she was
doing now, in a car, with her boss sitting right beside her,
watching. She shuddered. Why? She was to be a sex toy, but she was
also to keep her job; how did that fit? And an offer of
partnership, but only if she was good at both whoring and
lawyering? She was confused; she didn’t understand it. Her mind
slipped from these subjects as the pleasure in her groin grew. She
began gently stroking her clitorus with her fingers as she swirled
the vibrator inside herself, soft moans now escaping her lips. She
leaned her head back on the cushioned head rest and closed her
eyes, concentrating totally on the sensations coming from her
vagina. She teased herself, aware of the command not to bring
herself to orgasm-how strange, she thought, the care she took not
to bring herself to a point she had never reached before tonight.
She was brought out of her sexual daze when she felt the car come
to a halt, and she lazily lifted up her head to look over at Mr.
White. She saw his eyes rivited on her exposed groin, and a
similtaneous blush of shame and pleasure suffused her whole body.
“Get out of the car,” he commanded. Carefully she opened the car
door, removing the vibrator and switching it off. She stepped out
onto the driveway, her legs weak and rubbery from unfulfilled lust,
and looked up at a gorgeous victorian mansion. She stared at it,
taking in its magnificence, until she felt Mr. White take the
vibrator dangling from her hand and place it into his breast
pocket. “Come.” Terry followed him, the pavement hard beneath her
feet-what had happened to the rest of her clothes, she wondered
idly: probably thrown away by Ted, Ted her body shuddered. Through
a large atrium, turn left down a long hallway lined with doors,
through one of the doors down stairs to a small room with a couch
and a television and a door. The door is locked, and unlocking it
into a short hallway with another locked door, opening into a
bright, huge, she could only describe it as a paradise. Ferns grew
along the walls, pushing out toward the center of the room, full
spectrum heat lamps making the room muggy with a slight mist
spraying from mirrored walls and ceilings onto the plants every few
minutes. Italian tile, a deep, rich green, covered the floor,
leading to a pond-a swimming pool-in the center of the room.
Surrounding the pool large pillows of every color lay spread about,
with glittering silver chains and leather cuffs and strands here
and there. A table between the far wall and the pool held a
dizzying array of fruit and jams and honeys: large strawberries
piled haphazardly in a bowl spilling onto the table, crowding green
and red and yellow melons, sliced into thin cresent moon wedges,
aside. Grapes, small and large, green and red, lay scattered among
bowls of apricot and peach, strawberry and apple jams, and slender,
small caraffs filled with amber honey sticking their necks above
rolling apples. Kiwis, sliced open to reveal their sparkling green
flesh, and cubes of dull yellow mango interwove themselves into
this tapestry, and other fruits too, fruits she could not name but
which looked cool and sweet and pleasant. A cooling breeze blew
from somewhere, swirling about, breaking up the humidity of the
room, and a movement from across the room caught her eye. Adam and
Eve, her mind immediately thought, but no. She stood stock still,
her feet beaded with the dampness of the tiles, Mr. White slightly
behind her to her right, while the two most beautiful people she
had ever seen raised themselves from a pile of pillows and began to
cross the room toward her. The man was about 6’1″ with dark hair,
short and in a gentle wave, and the face and body of Adonis. Dark
eyes stared piercingly out of a strong, masculine face, a face with
strong lines and a sharp nose. His chest was broad, his arms
muscular, his stomach a board of rippling muscles stepping down to
a trim waist and large, strong thighs and calves. Embarrassed, her
eyes skipped past his naked manhood. The woman was maybe 5’9″ and
an Aphrodite to match his Adonis. Dark blonde hair, wet and matted
like an otter’s skin, hung down her back to her waist. A large
forehead, large, languid blue eyes, a soft, round nose, high
cheekbones, and full red lips arranged as if by a master painter
(no, not Picasso) make up her face, and her body was even more
beautiful. Wide, strong shoulders-swimmer’s shoulders-narrowed to
a firm chest and outthrusting breasts topped by small, dark red
nipples. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat, the skin
sliding smoothly across the muscles underneath. The light patch of
her pubic hair split two gorgeously long legs, with full, strong
thighs and well-rounded calves. She radiated an air of sensual
sleekness. “Terry,” Mr. White startled her out of herself, “my son
and his wife, Dan and Diane.” “She’s beautiful,” Diane cooed, her
hand gently caressing Terry’s arm, sending goosebumps across her
skin, “and her hair…. Terry, you must promise me never to change
your hairstyle. This braid is so becoming.” Terry was completely
out of her element. She felt unsure, defenseless, scared, and, she
admitted, shy and excited. It was like she was a little girl again,
standing before her mother while being bathed. She nodded to Diane,
not able to say anything. “She is stunning, Dad. She wasn’t hurt,
I hope.” “No. She wasn’t hurt. Enjoyed herself, I think.” She
blushed at this and Diane still fondling her braid, running the end
teasingly across her back and buttocks through her clothes. “Good,
good,” Dan continued, “and don’t worry, Dad, we’ve got everything
all set up. See you later.” With a grunt Mr. White left, leaving
her alone with these two beautiful people in this room of lavish
excess. “We can’t call her Terry, now, can we Dan.” “No no. You’re
right. We’ll have to think of something else.” They paused for a
moment, still staring at her, and she trembled under their gaze. It
was so appraising, so possessive yet also strangely tender and
kind. “I know,” Diane said, “Kiko. Her name will be Kiko.” “Good.
I like that. Now little one, your new name is Kiko. Whenever you’re
with us, you will be Kiko. Understand?” he asked, smiling down at
her. “Yes, Mr. White.” “Oh no, that’s all wrong,” Diane broke in.
“You must call us Master and Mistress, for that is who we are. Now
what is your name?” she asked, stroking her head. “Kiko, Mistress.”
~Subject: Short 5.0 (mf nc sick)
~From: [email protected]
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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….
~Subject: Short 6.0 (mmf nc teen asian)
~From: [email protected] (Dagon)
Author’s note: Not a very good one, but it’s got a lot of
juvinile sex in it, so it should please a few of you. By the way,
any response would be appreciated.
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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 makup 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 captian 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 Sylvi,” 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 ragdoll
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
strenth 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 chandaleer 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 chandeleer and handed the rope up to Greg.
Sylvi 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.
Sylvi 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 laying 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
conscousness, her muffled screaming turned to grunting and
whimpering as the boys relentlessy 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, Sylvi.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered before falling into an exhausted
sleep.
~Subject: Short 7.0 (mf nc teen <*>)
~From: [email protected] (Wiley03)
~Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 16:14:27 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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.
****
~Subject: REPOST: Short 8.0 (mf nc)
~From: [email protected] (Wiley03)
* * * * * * * *
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.
———- Forwarded message ———-
Date: Wed, 30 Oct 1996 18:14:22 -0500 (EST)
From: wiley06 <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short9.0 (mf nc teen) (1/1)
Another story from…
Wiley06
Enjoy
Tears streamed down her face as her rapist shoved a
finger into her virgin box. Her fifteen year old body
still shone with sweat from her recent workout, and
her heart pounded in fear as she felt his finger push
against her hymen. She wanted to beg, to cry out, but
he had shoved her panties into her mouth, muffling
her, and shoved her face into the damp grass. Her
legs were spread wide apart as she balanced on her
knees, her young tender ass and cunt exposed to her
rapist. Her cheerleading skirt was flipped up over
her waist, and her vest ripped open down the front,
letting her ample breasts hang free. Her hands were
bound together in front of her and laid between her
knees, while her soft ebony hair fell in a sphere
around her head.
“Hot damn!” she heard her rapist exclaim as he pressed
against her hymen with his finger, sending pain
shooting through her. “You’re a virgin! Been a while
since I popped a virgin. Get ready cunt.”
She squirmed and grunted as he leaned over her, his
cock pressing against her virgin teenaged pussy. With
a grunt he entered her, his face only inches from her
own as she gasped in pain and agony through her
makshift gag. She trembled in pain and fear as she
felt his cock stop against her hymen, then felt him
pull back and ram his cock into her.
She screamed as he filled her to the hilt, feeling
like she was being torn apart. She never knew there
could be such pain. Her whole body jerked and
thrashed as she tried to escape the pain he was
causing her. She closed her eyes, wishing she were
dead, when she felt his teeth against her neck, biting
and chewing the tender flesh as he began rodding her
cunt out in earnest, sending throbbing agony through
her body.
He was rocking her whole body back and forth, and she
felt blood slide down the inside of her thigh,
matching the tears wetting the ground beneath her
face.
The humiliation was worse than the pain. The
degredation, the powerlessness, the knowledge that she
was helpless, was too much. She sobbed as he
continued his rape of her defenseless flesh, fucking
her ruthlessly and brutally.
“Cry little girl, cry,” she heard him whisper in her
ear, licking the side of her face, making her sob
louder, her body racked with physical agony.
Burst of air shot from her nostrils as he began to
plow her harder, faster, his hands reaching around to
maul her breasts. Her slender young body shook with
every blow, and her cunt pulsated with pain. She
cried out into her gag as his fingers drove brutally
into her tender tit flesh and she felt his semen fill
her belly.
Done, she thought, he’s done. But he didn’t let her
go. He held her there, his cock still inside her
violated pussy, his hands holding her tits, his face
against hers, his body against hers, for seconds, then
minutes. She felt suffocated, violated. She wanted
out. She wanted him off. Please let him leave, she
thought, sobs still shaking her body.
When he finally pulled out she choked back her sobs,
hoping he would leave her alone, now. She lay there
limp as she felt his cock slide along her ass crack
and press against her anus. What was he doing, she
thought, then began to scream and struggle as he
continued to press into her ass.
NO! her mind screamed, her body blazing in pain as his
cock, slick with her blood and his cum popped past her
tight anal ring into her ass. It felt like her ass
was being torn apart as he forced himself into her
until his balls rested against her recently violated
cunt.
She thrashed about wildly, out of her mind with pain
as he began jabbing his cock in and out of her ass,
using short, violent strokes, holding her down with
his body. She was totally encompassed by his body,
held like a shivering rabbit as he took his pleasure
from her young body.
She jerked again and close her eyes, her long black
eyelashes glistening with her tears against her
cheeks, as he reached up under her and jammed his
fingers against her clit.
Her cunt still throbbed, and her ass was a firecracker
of pain, as he began rubbing her clit brutally while
twisting his cock around in her bowels. He was
whispering things to her, whispering how tight she
was, what a cunt she had, how she loved it, how she
wanted more. She bucked her hips back against his,
trying to escape his fingers as he sent painful sparks
shooting through her body.
Her own breath started to come in rhythmic grunts as
he began slowly fucking her ass, all the while
ravaging her cunt and clit with his hands. Both of
his hands were at her sex now, tearing at her abused
flesh, squeezing and pinching and rubbing her clit as
it hardened beneath his fingers.
The pain in her ass continued, to be joined by the
torture of her genetals. A low, tingling snesation,
like when a limb, asleep, begins to slowly awake,
joined the agony coming from her crotch. Slowly he
continued reaming her, now being gentler with her
cunt, sliding two fingers up into her slick hole while
rubbing her clit back and forth, back and forth.
Her slender body tensed as she jerked in her bondage,
her whole ass and groin feeling like a limb just
awakened from numbness. A guttural groan came from
deep in her throat as it quickly became unbearable.
The pain was gone, replaced by this overwhelming
tingling which was spreading to encompass her upper
thighs and her stomach.
Each thrust of his cock into her ass caused the
tingling to shoot through her body, making her shiver
in reaction, her stomach heaving as her hips rocked
uncontrollably against her rapist, gutteral grunts
escaping her gag.
Her tits began to throb in time with his thrusting as
he reached down with one hand and began to manhandle
them, tweaking and twisting the nipples while he
sucked on her neck and continued to plow his fingers
into her cunt and against her clit.
Her whole body started shaking and bucking
uncontrollably in his grip as he increased his
thrusting, sending shearing jolts of senstation
through her body. Her fingers curled and her hands
tingled, her toes followed as sharp pricks of
sensation tickled them, her whole body dancing in the
uncontrollable grip of overwhelming passion.
She screamed as she came, feeling his seed spill into
her guts, her body exploding with earth-shattering
pleasure, her slender form jerking and twisting and
spasming on the end of his cock.
*****
He had been watching her for a few days, watching her
from afar as she practiced her cheerleading routines
with the other cheerleaders. She was one of the
younger ones, freshman or sophmore. Hot, he thought
as he watched her, very hot. She had to be half
Japanese to give her that hair, long and black and
silky. And that skin, smooth, hairless, lightly
olive. Her face was smooth too, with slightly asian
eyes and nose. Her legs and tits, though, were what
he liked the most. He didn’t know what it was about
the young ones, but they had the greatest legs, and
she was no exception-firm, muscular, the skin tight
and seeming to shine with health. The tits too were
full of life, large for her age, pressed together
inside her skimpy vest as she practiced her cheers.
God, he was going to love breaking this one.
He waited between two of the buildings they all passed
by. He knew she always waited, was always the last
one to leave, so he waited, and she did not
disappoint. It took only a second to grab her, his
hand covering her mouth, and barely more than another
minute (with the help of his trusty knife) until he
had her on the ground in his favorite position, her
hands tied together with a piece of rope he always
carried, her face pressed into the ground, her ass
(such a nice round ass) up in the air, ready and
waiting for him, and her panties shoved in her mouth
to keep the noise down.
He felt her jerk as he pressed his fingers into her
cunt. He leaned over her, close to her, as he pressed
into her farther. Let the little bitch squeal, he
thought, his fingers stopped by an unexpected
obstruction.
“Hot damn!” he exclaimed as he pressed against her
hymen with his finger, feeling a shiver wrack her
body. “You’re a virgin! Been a while since I popped
a virgin. Get ready cunt.” It _had_ been a while
since he’d fucked a virgin. Almost two years ago,
when he was 25, and she had been only 12. He
remembered her as he lowered his pants and pressed his
cock against his current prize’s cunt. He usually
didn’t go for cunt’s that young, prefering to stick to
ages 15 to 25, but she had been special.
He leaned his face close to hers as he pressed his
cock into her dry hole. He felt like he breathed in
her soul when he felt his cockhead press past her
labia and inside her-hearing her muffled groans,
seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, feeling her
body tremble in his encompassing grasp, knowing that
he was taking something more than her virginity from
her.
He almost came when he crashed through her hymen, her
trembling, jerking, thrashing body, her muffled
scream, sending him flying on a euphoric high as her
cunt clamped down on his cock, squeezing it almost
unbearably, sending shivers down his spine. He bit
down on her neck, holding his cock deep within her,
and barely held back when he felt her shudder in
disgust.
God, he never felt so alive as when he was raping some
hot piece of flesh like this one. Having gained
control of himself, he began rodding her cunt out in
earnest, making her slender young body rock back and
forth as he knawed at her neck. He felt his balls
grow tight as his little girl began to sob, and he
whispered in her ear “Cry little girl, cry”, licking
her face.
He pounded into her harder, grabbing her generous tit
mounds and brutally squeezing them, making her
teenaged body jerk in agony. He heard her cry out as
he came, his cock pulsing with pleasure, each moan,
each shiver, from her only prolonging his ecstacy.
He finally stopped pounding into her and just held
her. He loved this part most of all. They always
thought that he was done with them; as if any man
would be finished with hot flesh like this after one
time. He liked to just hold them, prolong the
suspense, make them think he might be done, and then
to show them how wrong they were.
As he slipped his cock out of her raped hole, he
gained a better grip on her, knowing from experience
that she would fight him, knowing that it made fucking
them in the ass all the sweeter. And he knew this
little Asian bitch would have a sweet, cherry ass.
He felt her begin to squirm around like a fish in his
grip when she realized what he was doing, and smiled
inwardly, jamming his cock against her tiny sphincter,
counting on the coating of blood and semen on his cock
to allow him enterance.
There! He grimaced at the tightness of it as he
plowed deep into her bowels, feeling his balls slap
against her ravaged cunt. He began working himself
into her with short, brutal jabs, totally dominating
her as he took his pleasure.
It wasn’t enough; it never was, he knew, as he reached
down and jammed his fingers against her cunt, slamming
them into her violated hole and tearing at the tender
flesh. When he was like this he wanted to own them,
to eat them, to completely consume them, body and
soul. To take everything they had and make it his-to
use everything up.
He found her clit and began rubbing it harshly,
whispering to the cunt what a whore she was, how much
she wanted it, all the while working his cock around
in her oh so tight ass. He began pile driving into
her, his cheek against hers, as she jerked her hips
back against his, trying to escape his probing
fingers.
He felt her shiver through her wracking sobs and
continued to violate her cunt and clit as he used one
hand to reach down and pinch and rub her titties. Hot
piece of ass, he thought as he felt his come begin to
build in the pit of his stomach-it was always more
painful, and better, the second time.
Her grunting began to match his and he felt her
stomach and ass heaving back against him. The little
Asian whore was giving him one of the best rides of
his life as she began to buck and thrash beneath him,
her breath coming in short gasps.
He drove his fingers brutally into her clit and her
tit as he came, feeling her going wild beneath him,
cumming her brains out.
When he left, he took his rope with him and left her
laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood and
come, as well as his own. He usually made it a rule
never to come back for a second round, but this one,
this one might be worth the risk.
———- Forwarded message ———-
Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 18:31:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: wiley06 <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short_10.0 (mff nc teen) (1/1)
This is a short story about a cheerleader getting thrown to the ground and
gangraped, eventually enjoying her degredation. (Note: due to a
formatting problem ” did not show up, and neither did ‘. I left it this
way because there were not many of them, so it doesn’t materially affect
the story).
Any and all comments are welcome.
Enjoy,
wiley06 (the sixth incarnation of wiley)
The highschool cheerleader screamed as the players surrounded her, lust
gleaming in their eyes. She ran, her long, lean legs pushing from the
ground frantically, towards the farthest of them, trying to break through
the ring of the eleven around her. She was grabbed, her short skirt
flying up to reveal her white panties and strong thighs, her long blond
hair cascading around her panicked face. The player, twice her size at
220 pounds, swung her 5’4″ body around to toss her staggering back into
the circle of eleven boys.
“No!” she screamed at them, her tiny fists clenched, her breaths coming in
short, panicked gasps, making her large breasts tremble inside her tight
fitting cheerleading top. She struck out at the first one to grab for
her, buthe caught her wrists in his hands and threw her hard to the
ground. The rest of the pack closed in, grabbing her wrists and ankle and
pinning her to the ground like a butterfly in a case. She screamed and
cursed and twisted madly about but they didn’t stop. Hands gripped her
breasts roughly, making her grimace as her titmeat was twisted and mauled.
Other hands reached under her skirt, squeezing and scratching her thighs,
poking at her sex. She fought harder to no avail as they began tearing
off her clothes, leaving only her her tennis shoes and cheerleading socks.
Her breasts were magnificent for such a young woman, full and round and
large on her narrow chest, her nipples hard already in the cool evening
air and from the mauling they had taken. He cunt was lightly furred and
blond like her hair, every muscle on her body straining for freedom,
freedom denied by the strong male hands holding her down. Hands were all
over her now, in her hair, in her mouth, pinching and squeezing her
nipples and breasts and stomach, fingers pressing into her cunt, into her
ass, making her scream as they pinched to hurt her. Then mouths joined
the hands, and she screamed again, thrashing against her captors, as they
sucked at her flesh, biting and scraping her nipples. Fingers found
their way into her cunt, and she arched her back and wailed around the
fingers at her lips as she was penetrated. Other fingers scratched
against her clit. grating her nerves, making her thrash all the harder.
They pinched and bit and poked and prodded her for she didn’t know how
long. She was weak from fighting them when it stopped, and only one pair
of hands remaining, knuckled running up and down her slit, making her
shake with exhaustion and fear. A finger slid easily into her cunt and
she realized she was wet, and moaned as a thumb brushed against her clit.
“No!” she screamed again, denying the pleasure, denying these boys who
were raping her, who were going to take away her virginity. “Get away!
Get off me!” but it was no use. The captain of the team climbed on top of
her, his lips mashing against hers, his cock pressing hard against her
cunt, pressing, pressing, and she broke her lips from his to scream as he
penetrated her, every muscle in her body straining as pain lanced through
her, pain which only grew as he began to slowly work his cock inside her.
She hated him, hated him as his tongue found its way inside her mouth, her
lips crushed by his. He began taking short, circular strokes into her
cunt, making her wince and whimper with the sensation. He held her head,
exploring her mouth, taking her slowly, easily, dominating her completely.
Tears ran down her face as he continued, each movement of his cock inside
her sending jolts of sensation up along her spine. His tongue was so hot
in her mouth, his body was so hot above hers. She was sweaating, her legs
quivering. She felt him begin to work harder on top of her, the breath
blowing hot from his nose. She whimpered into his mouth as a strange
feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She began to jerk up
against him, not knowing what she was doing. She hated him, hated all of
them.
Suddenly her legs were free, and she kicked them out and pulled them up,
feeling his cock sink deeper into her cunt as she kicked them straight up,
an almost unbearable pleasure rocking her teenaged frame. Her ankles
circled around his back and then her arms were loose to encircle his neck
and shoulders. Tears still poured from her eyes, but she drove her tongue
to meet his as her whole body began to tingle, her nipple on fire against
his chest, her mouth hot and yearning.. Hoots and catcalls and
encouragement began to ring out from the other boys as she held her
breath, her whole body quivering as the sensations engulfing her body
seems to expand and expand until she cried out in pleasure, kicking her
legs into the air, bucking her hips against her rapist as he filled her
virgin cunt full of come. She held onto him with her arms and legs,
milking the sensations from her cunt, working them savoring them before
collapsing spent beneath him.
She saw him rise and then another took his place. She turned her head in
shame, but he gripped it and turned it to him, making her look with her
tearstained eyes into his before kissing her, making her answer his
passion with her own growing lust. When he thrust into her she was ready,
ready for the brutal pounding which he gave her, shaking her body with
every stroke. Oh god, she thought, oh god this isn’t happening to me as
another orgasm rocked her body, her spasming cunt triggering his release.
Then they lifted her to her hands and knees and a cock was shoved into her
mouth. She began sucking as hands gripped her head painfully, gasping as
another cock sank deep into her cunt. She gagged as the cock in her mouth
slid down her throat, before being overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks
filling her. She was buffeted between the two boys as they eagerly used
her holes, her tits swaying underneath her body, targets for the pinches
and slaps of the rest of the boys. She moaned and came as the boy in her
throat spilled come into her, some bubbling up to leave her tongue with
its bitter taste. The boy fucking her cunt finished and was replace
again. She was in a daze now as they used her body for their desires, an
overload of sexual pleasure suffusing her teenaged body, making her twist
and buck and thrash as she came again and again on the end of hard cock.
She came when one ofthe boys decided to use her ass instead of her cunt,
making her scream in pain and pleasure. They rolled her on her side and
filled every hole of hers at the same time, making her shake in one
continuous come the whole time, her body slick with sweat and come and
her own cunt juices. When most were done some of them tit fucked her,
shooting their come into her open mouth were she savored it, her fingers
rubbing her swollen, battered clit while they used her tits, coming again
and again.
Finally they were done, and stood over her as she lay naked and used and
covered with slime beneath them. She squirmed as the first stream of piss
hit her, her fingers digging into her cunt flesh as she began coming one
last time, her orgasm stretching and rolling through her body as they
emptied their bladders on her, the acrid smell and taste of their waste
drivng her mad with lust.
They left her then, her cunt and ass gaping and oozing come, her whole
body slick with come and piss and sweat, her beautiful blonde hair matted
with their effluem, a teenaged slut cheerleader, raped and used for the
team’s pleasure.
———- Forwarded message ———-
Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 11:45:46 -0500 (EST)
From: wiley06 <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short_11.0 (mmf nc tort teen)
away. Stay away.
Comments and/or suggestions welcome.
Enjoy,
Wiley06
She squirms in the darkness as the ropes cut into her flesh. Small, helpless
animal sounds bleed through the gag stretching her jaw wide. She lies on her
side, her arms locked behind her back, ropes chaffing her wrists. More ropes
painfully pull her elbows close, cutting into the soft white flesh at the
inside of her elbows. A small diamond of knots rested between her full
breasts, which themselves are tightly bound into bulging white mounds of
flesh topped by large, dark red nipples. Ropes lead up to pull against the
black leather collar encircling her neck, while leading down to another
diamond of knots resting against her flat, shapely stomach. The tender flesh
of her narrow waist bulges under the constriction of the rope encirling it,
rope knotting her wrists firmly against her spine.
Worst of all, though, is the rope which leads down between her legs,
splitting the hyper-sensitive flesh of her labia, causing her lips to swell up
in irritation, and back up through her hard, round asscheeks to hook onto her
thumbs, making every movement a tiny agony of abrasion. Her strong white
thighs and calves are almost covered with rope, hiding her flesh and making
her long legs look longer bound together.
The last thing she remembers is lying out beside the olympic sized pool her
father had built for her olympic hopes. She is one of the best, just a few
hundredths of a second from being the best-it is her dream and her life, and
her parents are wealthy enough to make it a possibility. She remembers
dozing, and now, now opening her eyes to darkness and her body to bondage
she struggles vainly, protests vainly, scared more than she has ever been by
her predicament and by her imagination as to what it all means.
She squeezes her large blue eyes tightly shut and whines as a spot light falls
onto her bound white flesh, squinting through long lashes at the shadowy
form of a man walking toward her circle of light.
“Well, meat,” she hears him say in a deep voice, muffled cries escaping the
gag as he grabs her short blond hair and drags her to her full 5’6″ height, “I
bet you’re wondering how you ended up here.” It was a statement, not a
question, as she strains the well-developed muscles in her legs to remain
upright, her head burning in pain and her crotch feeling rubbed raw. “Your
father,” he grins as surprise colors her face, “had a few debts-close to one
and a half million dollars.” He reaches up and grabs an overhead rope, pulls
her head back, and loops it through a ring in her gag before pulling it tight.
“He couldn’t pay.”
She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes as this cruel man casually
destroys her faith in her father, her gorgeously lithe body straining to
remain upright between the rope pulling the point of her mouth up, and
gravity pulling her bound feet down. “He offered you in payment” falls upon
her ears like a hammer, “his precious daughter, the love of his life, sweet
sixteen.” She shudders and tries to pull away from the soft caress of his
hand against the round globes of her ass, twisting her body, feeling the pull
at her jaw as she shifts her weight precariously. “Sweet meat,” his hot
breath whispers in her ear as hot tears flow down her beautiful young face.
He leaves her, and she cries her misery in renewed darkness, her body, young
and slim and strong, struggling for balance, her muscles quivering from the
strain. She stands there for minutes, for hours, for she knows not how long
before the light comes back on, the light blinding her as effectively as the
darkness did. She is cried out, only wanting to be let out from her bondage,
whimpering in hope of a brief respite.
She hears a man’s voice booming through the space, filling her with dread at
its words. “Ten men paid one hundred dollars each for the next three hours.
One thousand dollars less you owe. When your debt is paid, you will be left
to go your way.” Music, the Rite of Spring she insanely noted, begins playing,
to be drowned out by her scream as pain shoots through her breasts from the
blow of a thin cane.
Another blow strikes her, leaving its lash of pain across her upper thighs,
and then another across her upper arms, and another and another, the pain
flashing like points of light across her vision as she screams futily into the
gag and twists about madly, trying to escape this torture.
Meat, a gorgeous piece of thrashing meat, strains and quivers as bulging tits
and round asscheeks and upper thighs and upper arms take blow after cruel
blow, turning the white flesh red and bruised blue. Each man measures their
blows, concentrating on the choicest bits, growing hard as they deliver agony
to this sweet, young, tender piece of flesh delivered up for their use.
Her whole body burns and her throat is raw from screaming when they finally
stop. Rough hands lift her body and the gag is pulled from her mouth, and a
gasp of release tinged with agony escapes her body. She feels a knife blade
between her legs as the ropes holding her legs together part, and the blood
rushing back into her limbs is almost as painful as the hands mauling her as
they hold her parallel to the floor. Her legs are pulled apart, and she arches
her back in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out as she sputters in agony
through the ring holding her jaws wide while the rope against her crotch is
pulled mercilessly, sending streamers of agony through her already battered
body and splitting her cunt even wider open.
She thrashes about in their grip as they continue to torture her, but she
cannot escape, and her head falls back as they hold her horizontal. Through
her tears of despair and agony she sees a man’s cock approach her open
mouth, a mouth forced open by a ring, her full lips swollen by her crying. She
gags and chokes at the smell of it as it is slid into her cavity, large hands
holding her head still, and thinks she’s going to die when it slides down her
throat, choking her until she breathes deep through her nose. A wet,
sickening slapping sound reaches her ears, and she explodes in a bucking,
jerking frenzy as pain as she had never thought she could feel it bursts
through her cunt as her soft labia is lashed with a cane.
The man rides her face with his cock, jerking it back and forth in her throat
as it spasms in muffled screams. Blows rain on her helpless labia and inner
thighs, pausing only when the man shoots his thick wads of come down her
throat. She barely notices as another replaces him, because the beating
starts up again as these men use her body for their sadistic pleasure. After
the fourth man comes down her throat she vomits up their sperm in her
agony, but they barely notice, and neither does she. She is lost in a sea of
pain, and wishes only for unconscousness, but it doesn’t come.
They stop beating her cunt though, and she feels her groin throb in
unspeakable agony. The rope between her labia is pulled off as another man
uses her mouth, but her respite is momentary. The beatings begin again,
forcing screams from her slender teenaged body as her nipples are pounded
mercilessly. The throbbing in her crotch increases and she bucks her hips
wildly to escape the fingers gripping her clitorus, rubbed raw and bleeding by
the rope and the whipping.
Her mind snaps, and a dreamy darkness clouds her mind as her breast throb
continuously from the beating they are taking and the pressure at her cunt
builds and builds into unbearable agony. The pain is so bad it becomes almost
pleasurable, and she screams maniacally into a man’s groin as an orgasm so
pleasurable it is pure agony shakes her slender, muscular body.
There is no respite though, as fingers enter her raw cunt while others
continue to mash her pulverized clit, the stataco beat of the whip on her tits
not missing a beat. Another load of come is dumped into her straining belly
as a second orgasm shakes her young body. A third follows quickly, and a
forth, sending overused muscles quivering and shaking as her body bucks
uncontrollably in the hands of her torturers. As her fifth orgasm overwhelms
her shattered mind, both more painful and more pleasurable than anything she
had ever imagined, she slips into blessed unconscousness.
The men holding her stop their attentions to her breasts and cunt, but the
last three men continue to use her mouth for their pleasure. They laugh at
the come from her passion coating the insides of her thighs and dripping
from her asscrack to the floor. They laugh about the video each one will take
home of their exploits. The laught because they know the next round is just a
few moments away.
She awakes laying on the hard concrete of the floor, slowly moving her freed
limbs sluggishly. Her whole body is throbbing in agony tinged with wispy
pleasure through her beaten, swollen cunt and tits. She sobs into the bright
light and curls up into a ball as she remembers pain so intense it was
inseperable from pleasure, and how even now, her body so sore she wishes
she were dead, she wishes the men standing around her would take her back
to that place where there was only the floating ecstacy/agony wrapping her
body in its impossible embrace.
Two hands grip her shoulders and she looks up into the hose covered eyes of
one of her rapists. He pushes her onto her back and crawls between her legs.
She cries out through raw vocal cords as he enters her, forcing his way into
her abused cunt. She begs him to stop as he pounds brutally into her, tears
coursing down her face as pain jerks her body between the cold, hard
concrete and the body of her rapist covering her.
It is worse than before-not the pain, but the intimacy of it, the body
covering hers, the body pressing into her, leaving her nothing untouched. She
sobs as he fills her with his come. The second man quickly takes his place,
and she doesn’t want to but she begs him also, begs him to stop, to let her go,
but he, like the one before, pistons into her mercilessly. The thumping pain
in her groin is building slowly, like a great beast meaning to overwhelm her.
She closes her eyes as he too fills her with his come.
They take their turn on her battered body, each one sandwiching her between
the floor and their bodies, as she tries to remain still. The pain is too much
though, and she finds herself squirming beneath them uncontrollably, her
mind reaching, reaching for the elusive pleasure beyond the pain, through the
agony.
It is there, fluttering in brief flashes with each thrust into her grasping,
spasming cunt. She bucks up against her fourth rapist, seeking it, wanting it,
needing it to escape the reality in which she is. It grows, unbearable yet
desired, spreading from her tortured sex organs to engulf her whole body.
She barely notices when the fifth man takes over, she is so lost in her own
world, a world where there is only the sensation engulfing her teenaged body.
The men laugh at her as she lifts her legs and grips the sixth man around his
back, her hips grinding against his as a guttural scream pours from her
throat and liquid gushes from her groin to splash her rapist. She humps
spasmatically against him, her cunt dragging the come from his body, and
holds him there. It takes two of the others to pull her legs apart, and they
hold them apart as the seventh man plunges into her. She is still lost in her
orgasm, which seems to go on throughout the next two men. For twenty
minutes she is lost completely in the pleasure wracking her body before
losing conscousness yet again.
The last two men do not bother to wake her, instead using her limp body to
relieve their swollen cocks. Then they lift her up and bend her body over a
table, her firm round asscheeks shining gorgeously white, red, black and blue
in the bright light. There is a short argument as the men consider whether
they should wait until she awoke, but after a few failed attempts to wake
her, they give up and begin to take her ass. Not once does she regain
conscousness.
When they finish, they lay her down on the ground, her body, covered in sweat
and come, beaten black and blue and crisscrossed with red marks, her cunt
swollen and bleeding and glistening, is grotesque, but somehow beautiful.
***
She awakes two days later lying in bed, opening her eyes to the face of a
handsome dark-haired young woman of sicilian decent. “Shhhh…” the woman
says softly as she tries to speak, “you’ve been through a lot. Just relax.” A
soft hand strokes her forehead and she relaxes and closes her eyes, dropping
into a horrible dream where men beat her and rape her without end.
When she awakes a second time the dark-haired woman is still there, and
smiles kindly at her.
———- Forwarded message ———-
Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 12:40:16 -0500 (EST)
From: wiley06 <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short_12.0 (mf nc tort)
Elaine had been my boss, until she fired me, the bitch. She was a good
looking woman, though, five feet four, long auburn hair, and a body a
swimsuit model would die for. She was better looking chained
spreadeagled, naked, against my basement wall, gagged, only her hazel eyes
showing her terror as I stood naked before her, a whip in my hand, letting
my eyes linger on her firm legs, her lightly furred snatch, her narrow
waist and flat stomach, her bulging breasts. I was going to enjoy this.
The first blow I sent across her stomach, loving the gagged scream which
burbled around the gag. I waited until she stopped trembling and opened
her eyes again, those gorgeous hazel eyes pleading with me not to do it,
begging me. I struck again, across her left tit, reveling in the howl it
tore from the throat, loving the way a thin welt grew on the outside of
her large breast.
Each blow was better than the last-each time her body responded better,
shaking, quivering, twisting in its bonds. Each time her eyes were filled
with more pain and more fear as I covered her breasts with ugly welts,
concentrating on their soft underside. I didn’t stop there, though, but
continued with her gorgeous thighs, those thighs which had teased me from
underneath short skirts and minis. I crisscrossed them with agony until a
glazed look came into her eyes, sweat dripping from her body, limp in its
bonds.
I took out a hose and sprayed cool water over her body, playing it across
her burning tits and up into her cunt. My cock was throbbing now, and I
wanted to take her right then, but I had more plans for her, many more
plans. When she opened her eyes again after I had finished spraying her I
saw animal fear, and almost broke down and took her there. Instead I lit
up a smoke and approached her, watching her watch my hand as it brought
the lit tip of the cigarette closer and closer to her swollen nipple. She
howled gratifyingly through the gag as I held it there, loving the
contortions of the gagged face. I puffed on the cigarette a few times
before gripping her hair, seeing her open those eyes in sick fascination
to watch me watch her pain and fear. I held her head still as I held the
tip long against her other nipple, feeling her agony through her body.
Those lovely eyes began to leak tears, and when she opened her eyes I saw
them glisten with terror and pleading.
I went through a pack on her nipples and tits, leavingthem swollen and
marked, watching and feeling her agony as I burned her. She was slumped
in her bonds now, the pain having overwhelmed her. Slight whimperings
echoed from her throat as I ran my hand over the ruined flesh of her tits.
I slapped one, hard, bringing her jerking up, screaming, as I commanded:
Look at me bitch. Look at me. She opened her eyes and I saw despair, and
I almost came without touching her. I held up a lighter and flicked it to
life, seeing the despair deepen in her eyes.
I brought the flame down between us and licked it across her pubic mound,
the stench of burning hair filling the basement. I did it slowly and
surely, leaving the flesh of her cunt burned and swollen as she howled at
the pain. It was an animal howl. It was time now, so I pressed myself
against her, my hand gripping her hair tight against her skull, staring
into her eyes, those gorgeous pain filled eyes. I positioned my cock
against her burned cunt lips and hammered upwards, her eyes widening in
pure agony, her face twisted into a parody of pain. Every inch was
ecstacy for me and agony for her. The fear and loathing and agony in her
face and the howling from her throat drove me into a fury of lust, and I
fucked her like a madman, cursing her with every thrust until I spilled my
seed deep into her slut belly.
When I was finished I stepped back and looked at by ex-boss, hanging limp
against the chains, her large tits ugly with lash and burn marks, her cunt
oozing blood from the burning and brutal fucking, my come leaking out down
the inside of her beautiful whipped thigh. I wasn’t done, though. I
unchained her, holding her strenthless body in my arms as I removed the
gag, to replace it with a larger dildo gag. I forced her to her hands and
knees and place fixed the gag against the same wall, her nose a mere
inches from the brick. I took her hands and locked them to the floor, and
I took her knees and ankles and locked them to the floor wide apart,
exposing her abused cunt and sweet, sweet asshole, her beautiful firm ass
jutting up like an offering.
I took another whip, made to flay the flesh from a body, and measured my
stroke. Exhausted and beaten as she was she still howled as I striped her
ass, leaving a long bloody mark against that smooth flesh. She had
screamed herself hoarse by the time I finished, blood running in rivulates
down her crack to pool on the floor beneath her legs. I laid one final
lash up against her cunt, tearing that tender abused flesh from her body,
earning me one more howl of agony. I dropped to my knees behind her then,
and gripped her bloodied flesh in my hands, pulling apart her muscular ass
and plunging my cock deep into her exposed asshole. A tormented choking
sound came from her body as I plunged into her, the path slicked by her
blood. I mocked her as I fucked her ass, taking long, slow strokes,
prolonging her agony. When I came I howled and dug my fingers into her
abused flesh, delighting in using this piece of flesh before me.
I stood and washed he clean of the blood, then unchained her. I applied
first aid to those parts of her worse off, since she had to last at least
a few more days. I had so many ideas.
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From: [email protected] (Wiley06)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short_14.0 (mmf rape)
Date: 7 Jan 1997 14:12:13 -0800
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Author’s Note:
Not one of my best stories, but serviceable. It is also a bit more
brutal than usual, as it describes a gang rape. As usual, comments are
welcome.
Enjoy,
Wiley06
Jan Wilson chided her Chihuahua as he tugged at the leash. She loved
this time of day-a few hours after work, the night air cool, the moon
peeking full between the trees, and she loved living near the park,
even though it was small. Only four blocks of trees and grasses and
hidden paths to wander in, to lose herself from her daily worries of
life. She stretched her arms over her head, her thirty four year old
5’3″ frame beautiful in the dim light, her small breasts pushing
insistently against a plain white T-shirt, her legs, strong and shaped by
years of gym in college filled out her faded denim jeans, while her ass
was round and full and tight. She shook her straight brown hair,
falling just below her shoulders and parted down the middle, out of her
eyes, the ends curling up slightly. Her skin was a creamy white,
setting off her brown eyes and pale lips, her features strong and
youngish for a woman her age. Her face brightened as she smiled
indulgently down at the Chihuahua as he tugged again at the leash,
barking madly at something around the bend in the path.
Dan Jones and five of his coworkers down at the factory had just
gotten finished with a drinking and bitching session; each had been
screwed royally by their ex’s in their divorces and each was brooding
in the still cool air of the evening, the smell of sweat and dirt and beer
wafting around them as the bunched together, some instinct drawing
them close. Some damn dog’s barking, he thought as the sound split
the air, disturbing the men as the rounded a bend in the path, a tiny
dog barking madly at them, straining at the chain while some woman
held it easily back and stepped to the side of the path to let them pass.
He saw her slip on the edge of the paved walk and her hand slipped
from the leash, her dog darting forward, nipping at Tyrone’s ankles.
“God damn son of a bitch,” Tyrone cursed as the damned rat bit his
ankle before screeching in pain and scampering off at full speed as he
kicked it viciously. “What the hell’s wrong with your dog lady?” he
snarled, turning toward the woman.
“Oh god, T-Cup. Come back T-Cup,” she called after her dog, trying
to follow her fleeing pet, only to be brought up short by a hand
gripping her upper arm. What the… she thought as she looked at the
hand-it was large and black, fitting the man to whom it was attached.
She looked up at him and tried to pull away as he shook her.
“Your damned dog bit me, lady. Look at this.” He held up his ankle,
showing a small scratch and a bit of blood. “What are you going to do
about it lady?”
“Let go of me,” she shook free of his hand and straightened up,
looking around herself, assessing the situation. It didn’t look good to
her-the six men formed a half circle around her and the large black
man, and every one of them smelled of filth and alcohol. She
shuddered slightly and spoke up. “I’m sorry about my dog. Here,” she
fumbled with her purse, pulling out a pen and paper, “here’s my name
and phone number. I’ll pay for the doctor’s bills and I’ll bring in T-
Cup so he can be tested.” She held out the paper.
Dan watched Tyrone closely. He had been admiring the woman-with
her small, tight, muscular body, her small tits, her narrow waist, her
big brown eyes, and could see that Tyrone saw it too. She was a
looker, a real looker, and here she was, all alone, no one around, in
this park. For a moment the face of his ex-wife overlay hers as she
stood there, and he wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad. He shook
himself, smiling as he thought of what he could do to her if she was
his ex.
Tyrone took the paper from her fingers. “Well, Jan, I don’t think this
is going to be satisfactory.” Dan could see his eyes shining, and he
stepped forward, closer to them, sensing the others doing the same-it
was as if they were all of one mind, a pack closing in for the kill.
“What do you mean? I…I don’t have any money on me…I never carry
money on my walks.” Jan stepped back, fumbling at her purse, fear
blossoming as she looked at the suddenly feral faces of these men, the
park turning from a place of joy to a place of terror so suddenly.
“I don’t want your money, BITCH,” Tyrone yelled, lunging forward,
grabbing the woman by her shoulders as she turned to run, jerking her
toward him as he enclosed her in a bear hug as she screamed and
fought against him.
“Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up,” Tyrone was yelling, and Dan
quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape from his work-belt and moved in,
shoving aside the others who had crowded close. His cock jerked as he
saw the fear in her eyes as she thrashed in Tyrone’s arm, fear which
grew as he ripped off a one foot piece of tape and covered her
screaming mouth, Tommy gripping her hair to hold her head still.
This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening her mind kept
telling her as one of the men put piece after piece of duct tape over her
mouth before finally wrapping a piece all the way around her head,
muffling her screams to plaintive bleating. Adrenaline coursed
through her body as the black man forced her to the ground on her
belly, laying on top of her, suffocating her. Oh my lord Jesus she tried
to focus, to focus on prayers, to remove herself from this situation, to
take her mind away from the horror as they grabbed her arms and
twisted them behind her, making her cry out in pain as they bound her
wrists behind her. The wind was knocked out of her as they flipped
her onto her back, and she stared up at the faces of six animals, their
faces twisted in hate and lust as they stared down at her, the hands of
the black man tearing at the buttons on her jeans.
Fucking bitch, Dan thought, fucking bitch was going to get it good-
real good. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at them, the buttons on
her jeans popping open as Tyrone tore at them. A sudden thought
struck him, and he grabbed Tyrone by the shoulder, “Wait. Not here.
It’s too open. There’s a restroom just up that way,” he pointed. “Let’s
take the bitch there and enjoy this.” He saw Tyrone look at him, his
eyes glazed over with hate, and grunt, lifting the squirming, struggling
woman to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder.
“Lead on, Dan.”
Dan hurried to bathroom, the smell of it reaching him long before he
entered it, the smell of old urine and flooded toilets, the floor damp
and fragrant as his boots slipped on the tile. The dim light of the bulb
overhead barely illuminated the small space, a space now crowded
with six men and their victim. Two urinals stood on one of the walls
and a single toilet stood open against the other. He moved in with the
others to surround the woman.
Jan choked in terror and humiliation with the press of bodies and
hands around her. Hands tugged at her pants, pulling them from her
legs, ripping off her shoes with them, the cool air raising goose-bumps
on her legs, the sweat of fear coating them as hands gripped and
prodded and pinched her thighs. She squirmed uncontrollably as
fingers jabbed at her cunt and others reached under her shirt, pushing
aside her bra to claw at her breasts, her small nipples standing out
firm as fingernails scratched over them, sending pain lancing through
her body.
Dan lifted the cunt’s shirt over her head and left it pressing against the
back of her neck before slicing off her bra. She was such a fine piece
of meat, and she was going to get what was coming to her-bitches like
these were good for one thing, fucking. This one was going to be
taught her place. He sensed a maniacal grin on his face as he twisted
her breast in his hand, feeling her body tense in pain, the hands of the
others tearing her panties off, fingers jabbing at her cunt, hands
mauling her firm, tight ass.
“MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!” she screamed through the gag as the big
black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked flesh bruising
against the hard, slimy floor, her lithe, strong body struggling against
the hands of the men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into
her cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and breasts.
This couldn’t be happening she still thought even as fingers wormed
their way into her tight cunt, making her body shudder in pain even as
more fingers forced their way into her ass. Her whole body was on fire
with pain and fear as she felt a hand at the back of her neck, forcing
her head down, making her grunt as her collar bones slammed against
the edge of a toilet, flooded with piss and shit.
She tried to recoil in horror as the stench hit her, fear making bile rise
in her throat as a man pushed her head down, laughter rising from
viscous throats as she heard someone say “Let’s see this bitch eat
shit!” She sucked in a quick breath as her head was forced beneath
the foul water, the taste of shit and piss harsh on her tongue as her
nostrils filled with the foul fluid of the toilet.
Dan watched as the bitch was forced to her knees and her head dunked
into the toilet, loving the way her body squirmed in panic as it was
being abuse. Tyrone had pulled out his cock, eight inches long and
thick, and was between the cunt’s thighs now. He kneeled down and
put a hand against her belly, the firm muscles flexing and writhing in
agony and terror under her skin making his cock throb as Tyrone dug
his fingers into her hips, his cock pressing harder and harder against
her dry, tight cunt.
She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t breath, her lungs burned and she
wanted to scream, relief from terror only momentary as her head was
yanked from the toilet by her sopping hair, her chest heaving outward
as she sucked in precious air through her nose, the taste of human
waste strong in her mouth as the tape had soaked it up, bleeding the
foulness into her mouth. Suddenly she felt something big pushing
against her cunt and shook her head violently, her eyes rolling in her
head like a frightened colt’s.
“Gonna fuck you bitch, gonna pound you you fucking whore,” Dan
heard Tyrone say as he slid his hand up to her hanging breasts and
pushed the hands of the others aside, gripping the tit meat hard in his
hand as he felt her body buck, a scream echoing through her chest as
Tyrone drove his cock hard into her cunt, spearing her white flesh
with his black. He felt her whole body trembling with pain as her
chest heaved and he mauled her tit meat as hard as he could, feeling
another scream echo through her chest to die at the tape around her
mouth. He dropped his pants and freed his cock as he watched her
fingers curl above her ass, helpless like she was helpless.
The pain shocked her, the agony of the cock raping her cunt drove an
animal cry from her throat, the cry of a helpless animal. She could
feel every inch of it as it rammed its way into her sheath, forcing the
flesh of her cunt to part, stretching it painfully, tearing at its dry walls.
When his hips hit her ass and he ground his cock deep in her belly the
pain and humiliation made her nauseous, and she swallowed bile
along with the foulness of the toilet. Then pain clawed at her breast
and she screamed again, her whole body shaking in agony and terror
and humiliation.
The next few minutes for her was a blur, the cock reaming out her
cunt a jabbing agony in her groin, the hands mauling her breasts a dull
agony through her chest, the hands holding her head under the foul
water of the toilet driving fear deep into the pit of her belly. It was a
hellish haze of pain and fear and humiliation as these six men
tormented her.
Dan couldn’t take any more. He pushed the others aside and grabbed
the cunt by the hair, ripping off the tape quickly and brutally as he
dragged her to the side, forcing Tyrone to turn with her, his cock
pistoning out of her cunt madly, her asscheeks quivering with each
stroke. Her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream as the final piece
of tape came off, and he shoved his cock into it, the warmth of her
mouth making his whole body tingle with pleasure. He grabbed her
ears like handles and jerked his hips forward, making her gag and
choke, wanting to hurt her, wanting to make her pay for everything a
woman had done to him. Again and again he rammed his turgid cock
against her throat, her body brutally pinioned between the two men,
until she gagged violently and he pushed hard into her face, feeling his
cock slide down her pulsing throat, his hips slamming into her face, a
feeling of power overwhelming him as he took this cunt on her knees
before him.
Jan thought she was going to die-that he was going to kill her with
his cock. Her cunt still ached from the brutal fucking it was receiving,
but was nothing compared to the terror and pain of the cock in her
mouth, jabbing like a knife into her throat. She began gagging and
retching as he forced it into her virgin throat, her whole body
spasming, rejecting what was happening to it. No more! her mind
screamed as blackness clouded her vision, his hips slamming into her
nose and his balls slapping against her chin. No more! she wanted to
scream as the man behind her ground his hips against her soft
asscheeks and groaned as he spilled his seed into her, making her turn
read in shame and humiliation even as her head was jerked back and
forth, a man’s cock stabbing in and out of her throat, fucking her face
brutally, violently.
He looked down at her head as he slammed his hips into her face
again, his cock throbbing in her throat as he fucked her face. He
wanted to tear her ears off, rip her tits off, and he felt a grin lust and
hate twisting his lips as he looked down at Tyrone coming into the
whore’s cunt, to be replaced almost instantly by Tommy, taking his
turn at her cunt.
“Good fuck.” Tyrone grunted as he staggered to his feet, the others
standing, cocks out, waiting their turn now.
“Tight cunt,” Tommy grimaced as he forced his way into the bitch’s
cunt, slapping her ass for good measure.
Dan growled as he felt his seed boil up within him, and began fucking
her face harder, feeling her nose smash beneath his onslaught, the
warmth of her blood on his pubis setting him off as he ground his cock
deep inside her throat, her lips mashed against his flesh as string after
string of come flooded down her throat into her belly.
She was dizzy with pain as she felt her nose begin to bleed and the
cock in her throat begin to throb, the smell of come joining the smell
of shit and piss and her own bile to make her spirit quail in
humiliation and shame. She knew another man was raping her cunt
as the man in her throat pulled out and dropped her face to the floor,
her cheek smearing the blood from her nose with the slime in the floor
to cover the side of her face. Her hair, filled with flecks of shit, fell
over her face and into her mouth, but she didn’t care, didn’t care about
anything except having this end, of having it over with, the pain, the
terror, the humiliation.
Dan stood as Gregory knelt at the front of her, reaching for her hair.
The bitch needs it, needs to be shown her place, he thought as he
looked at her battered body on its knees, her ass in the air like an
offering, her head on the floor in filth and blood. All cunt’s need to be
shown, he thought again, kicking her in the belly as Gregory lifted her
head and drove his cock down her throat while Tommy continued to
pork the cunt from behind.
It began to whirl around her as cock after cock violated her throat and
cunt, the pain spreading to a dull ache as the men spilled their come in
her helpless body, using her like a piece of meat for their pleasure, her
body a ragdoll, twisted and torn this way and that by their cocks. She
shuddered and shook and writhed and squirmed under the onslaught,
her mind dull to the terror but alive to the pain, each moment an
eternity as a cock barreled into her cunt or down her throat. Suddenly
she felt something pressing against her ass and she wanted to scream,
to cry, to fight, to die, but the cock in her throat and the hands holding
her didn’t let her do anything.
John had the right idea, Dan thought, his cock almost recovered as he
watched John slide his wet cock from the cunt’s pussy and press it
against her small sphincter. “Give it to her in the ass!” he encouraged
John, “hurt the bitch.” He saw the terror grip her body as she felt what
was about to happen to her, saw the slight tensing of overused
muscles, the sucking in of her stomach, the quivering of her tits as
they hung beneath her, the tensing of her asscheeks, the frantic
movements of her bound hands as John held them to one side. He
heard the grunting pleas as he grabbed her wrists and lifted them
above her back, watching in pleasure as John’s cock began to bend the
tight flesh of her anus, her sphincter beginning to slide open as he
forced his cock inexorably downward.
She struggled vainly as she felt the cock press into her ass, pain
greater than anything she had felt before stabbing through her body as
his cock popped past her anal ring, a scream bubbling around the cock
in her throat as more come flooded straight into her gut. It felt like
she was being torn apart, the cock driving inch by inch into her virgin
passage, the agony a fire engulfing her ass, shooting through her
nerves as she shook and screamed and tears ran down her face in
rivulets, the harsh sound of her own terror and screams and the
slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in her ears as one of them
began slapping the side of her tits.
Another man found her mouth to drown her screams as John forced
his cock all the way into her ass and began reaming her out, grimacing
with the pain such a tight fit afforded him, drawing his cock back
slowly before jabbing it brutally back in, loving the way she shook and
screamed, loving the way her ass clenched his cock as if it were in a
vise. He grinned at Dan and slapped the cunt’s ass as he pulled out
before jamming his cock back into her clutching ass, watching the way
his cock disappeared into her shaking, writhing, sweating body.
Her anal rape seemed to go on forever, each motion a tearing of her
insides, an explosion of pain which seemed never-ending. Her throat
was raw from the throat fucking and her lips cracked and bleeding, her
nose clogged with blood. Her mind felt only pain, wished only for
surcease. Her tits flared into pain again as someone pulled at the
nipples, but it was as nothing to the agony coursing through her from
her ass. She could feel every inch of the cock buried deep inside her
bowels, and she screamed around the cock in her throat each time it
moved.
Dan took his next turn on the cunt’s ass, loving the way it made her
squeal and shudder in his grasp. He finished in her cunt, sloppy from
the other’s come, her body limp and exhausted from being repeatedly
raped by all six of them. She barely made a noise when he slapped her
ass hard, and he grinned to himself as he spilled his seed inside her.
This cunt had learned her place-a piece of meat to be fucked and
discarded.
She slid to the floor as the last of her rapists finished using her, her
whole body one mass of aching pain. She stayed unmoving as hands
rolled her onto her back, her legs spread, her cunt a swollen mass of
tissue, her pubic hair matted with come and slime from the floor, her
breasts red with small tears in the flesh from the abuse they had taken,
her lips swollen and bleeding, her nose dripping blood, her face and
hair covered with blood and come and shit. She groaned weakly as
she felt the first stream of piss against her face, turning her battered
face to one side as it bounced from her teeth. A second, then third,
stream hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was flooding over
her body, her breasts, her cunt, her hair, her mouth, her nose, her
belly, as she writhed weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week
light illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased and the
men left her there, a used doll, a broken puppet they had used to
release their hatred. She was barely conscious enough to notice that
T-Cup had returned and was licking her face, whining softly.
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Date: 8 Jan 1997 21:34:52 -0000
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From: Wiley06 <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Short_16.0 (mmf nc/ee teen)
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Author’s note:
I got this story idea from someone who suggesting forcing cunningless on a
cheerleader. I thought ‘why the hell not’ and out popped this story,
which I may or may not finish to its natural conclusion.
Enjoy,
Wiley06
Cindy stared in wide-eyed horror as she faced her boyfriend, the captain
of the basketball team. “You can’t mean this, Tommy, please.” She tried
to hug him, confused and hurt and scared. She was a sophomore on the
cheerleading squad, her blond good looks and lithe, womanly body combined
with a friendly personality to make her one of the more popular
underclasswomen on the campus. It wasn’t too big a surprise when Tommy
had asked her out, and they had been going out for two months now, and she
really cared about him-she couldn’t understand why he was doing this to
her.
She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, holding her away,
as tears blurred her vision, her big blue eyes glistening in the dim light
of the locker room. She had followed Tommy in here because he had wanted
a blowjob-she had been giving him head every day for two weeks now,
enjoying how much he enjoyed the way she used her mouth on him-and had
assured her that the lockerroom would be empty. “Come on, Cindy. On the
team we agreed that we’d share everything. It won’t be so bad.”
She shook her shoulders and slapped at his hands, angry now. “No! Let me
go!” She was speaking to the group of eleven boys, black and white, tall
and muscular, standing silently behind Tommy-the other members of the
team. She stood there, shaking in fury and fear and hurt, her lean, long
legs two clean white pillars leading up to the skimpy cheerleading skirt
hiding her firm round ass. Her white blouse hid her smallish breasts, her
arms quivering from behind white sleeves.
They moved around her silently at a nod from Tommy, like a nightmare,
silent and inexorable. She stood, more stunned that Tommy would try to
force her to do this, would force her to fellacio the entire team, than
that he had asked her to. Hands gripped her upper arms as she stared
dumbly around her, at five foot six tall for her age, but dwarfed by the
boys around her. She shuddered, and resisted as they forced her onto her
back on one of the narrow benches in the isles, her legs on either side of
it, her skirt riding up her legs, falling gently between her thighs, her
breasts thrusting up as they pulled her arms under the bench.
She couldn’t think-she was stunned, only able to look pleadingly at Tommy,
who smiled down at her. “It won’t be so bad, Cindy. Just relax.” He
turned his eyes away from hers as she whispered, “Tommy, no, don’t,” tears
streaming down her face, her body shaking as if she hypothermia.
“Tie her hands up,” she heard Tommy say, and for the first time she
realized that it was really going to happen, that Tommy was really
planning to give her to his teammates. She screamed, the sound echoing
around the locker room like a death cry as her lithe body strained
against the hands suddenly grown hard on her arms and her thighs and her
chest, holding her down, sinking into her firm white flesh, burning her as
her stomach heaved as she struggled.
She screamed again, a primitive howl as she felt tape wrapped around her
wrists under the bench, her thighs quivering as the struggled to lift
themselves against the hands holding the down, bent at the knees, her feet
flat on the floor. She wanted to kick them, hurt them, get them off of
her, but they held her down, her arms pinned beneath the bench, hands
pressing into the white flesh of her thighs, more hands pressing down
against her chest, flattening her breasts as she strained against them.
Muscles corded in her neck as she lifted her head, her pretty face twisted
by a screaming “NOOOO!” as Tommy straddled her stomach, bunching up her
blouse in front of him, the feel of his jeans rough against her flesh, and
began to unbutton her blouse.
She was panting deeply, her head hanging from the end of the bench, her
straight blonde hair pooling against the hard concrete of the lockerroom
floor, an upside-down view of ankles and calves and hairy thighs
disorienting her as she felt Tommy’s hands spreading open her blouse, his
touch, once so desired, now hated as he slipped his fingers over the top
of her bra, pulling it down until it bunched under her breasts, exposing
the two creamy mounds, topped by a cherry, to the eyes of the watching
boys.
“Tommy, please Tommy. Stop this. I won’t tell anyone. Please,” she
spoke to him, lifting her head so she could see him. She felt his hands
on her breasts, and blushed again as he ran his hands over her exposed
breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. “AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!” she screamed
as he twisted her nipples violently, squeezing and tearing at them with
his fingers, her scream fading to gasping pants as the pain drained from
her and she felt his breath against her neck.
“Now Cindy,” he said, “you’ve been giving me blowjobs for two weeks now.
It’s time for me to share with my teammates. You will blow each of them
today, and you will do a good job, or I will be forced to hurt you. I
don’t want to hurt you. Do you understand?” There was a pause, and her
mind froze, realizing that he meant what he said, that he believed it.
“Do you understand?” he said again, his fingers tightening on her nipples.
“Yes, Tommy. I understand,” she whispered, horrified at his words.
“Good. Let’s get started. Me first. You are my girl.”
Cindy felt bile rise in her throat as she heard those words, and disgust
fill her as she saw Tommy’s cock bobbing upside-down in front of her face
as she lay bound and held down on the lockerroom bench. She saw hem kneel
in front of her and push his cock against her lips, his hands on either
side of her head, wrapped in her hair. She opened her mouth when she felt
fingers at her nipples, allowing him to slide his cock into the warm
depths of her mouth.
Every other time she had gotten excited at this act, as feeling his
swollen manhood bulging in her mouth, tasting the smoothness of his skin,
the salty tang of his precum exciting her. Now it was a horror, her
vision narrowed to his hairy balls, his thighs, and his asscrack. She
felt hands rubbing her breasts and stomach and thighs, and she felt sick
as Tommy began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, her full lips
sliding along his shaft as he began to use her mouth.
“Mmmmmgggggffffff,” she said through the cock in her mouth as she felt
hands push her skirt up, palms pressing against her panty covered mound.
She cried in frustration as she felt fingers pulling aside the cotton and
press against her virgin opening-she didn’t want to be raped; she hadn’t
asked for it. She had wanted to be with Tommy, to make him happy, and he
had betrayed her, given her up to his teammates. She sobbed softly before
gagging as Tommy pressed his cock against the back of her throat, her
position giving his a straight shot down her gullet.
She began to panic as she felt him force his cock deeper into her throat
and as the fingers at her cunt became more insistent, rubbing up and down
across her labia, pulling them back, exposing her tight hole. She
thrashed helplessly on the bench, her whole body shivering as she sobbed,
the pain exploding in her throat dragging sharp, muffled cries and
whimpers from her heaving chest, where hands mauled her young breasts and
tweaked her nipples to hardness.
She felt the cock lodged in her throat as if it were happening to someone
else. It was all happening to someone else: Tommy fucking her throat
harder now, using her face like a cunt; the boys mauling and sucking on
her breasts, bruising them with their rough treatment; the hands roaming
across her flat stomach, pinching and scratching the smooth, white flesh;
the fingers now sliding into her virgin cunt, painfully dragging against
her clit, still hidden in the folds of her labia; the hands clenching
against her firm white thighs, massaging and pinching and rubbing them as
she squirmed in her bondage.
“Oh god oh god yes,” she heard Tommy moan and felt his cock flex within
her throat, and felt the weird sensation of his come spurting down her
esophagus, filling her belly with his seed, his cock buried in her mouth
to its base, his balls pressing against her nose, filling her with the
scent of him. She shuddered as he pulled out, denying to herself that
this was happening. Her mouth hung open stupidly, her pretty eyes dulled
from shock, her lips puffy from Tommy’s face fuck. She saw vaguely
another cock approach her, and felt it enter her mouth, her mouth
engulfing it naturally, her lips stretched around the shaft as if there
were always a cock there.
She shuddered again at the pain of it penetrating her throat as a second
boy began raping her throat, her young teenaged body shaking constantly
now as hot, wet mouths seemed to be trying to devour her body. Mouths on
her breasts, on her stomach, on her thighs, on her arms, on her bush; she
felt them all over her body, squirming, living things sending cold chills
through her body.
She gasped and squeezed tears from her eyes as she felt her panties cut
away, and warm air brush up against her cunt, followed by soft lips
meeting her labia. She tried to pull her hips away, her thighs and
buttocks flexing futily as the weight of unknown bodies held her down.
She whimpered through the cock in her throat as she felt the tip of a
tongue slide itself up and down her labia, sending shocking sensations
through her young body.
She couldn’t think; her mind seemed to have shut down. Her young virgin
body was being assaulted and she could do nothing, nothing, mouths and
lips and tongues all over her body and a cock down her throat spasming as
it shot its load deep into her belly, tasting salty and sweet as it rested
in her mouth before he pulled it fully out of her mouth, her throat
swallowing reflexively, sending his come to fill her stomach, her stomach
which writhed under the attentions of wet, warm, living _things_ sucking
and licking and kissing it like the things against her breast nipping at
her nipples, teeth hard sending sharp pains through her body.
Mouths at her thighs sucked and licked while hands squeezed and one mouth
right at her cunt make her squirm in their grip, a mouth teasing her soft,
virgin flesh, a tongue gently probing between the labia, wetting it,
sliding along it, searching for her clit, swirling around it, sending
shocks of sensation through her young body which tightened her stomach and
made her sick, sick to be suffering this, suffering this all because of
Tommy, whom she had trusted.
A third boy was fucking her throat and her world narrowed down to her head
being jerked back and forth, her blond hair sweeping the floor with each
thrust of the cock in her throat, the thump of the hips against her chin
and the balls against her nose counting time for her as hands tore at her
scalp and mouths crawled over her succulent flesh.
She felt the cold sweats envelope her as lips found her clit and began
sucking on it, drawing it into a hot mouth where a tongue ran around it,
fingers probing deep into her virgin cunt, one, two, more, stretching her
as sensations flooded her body from the mouths and hands covering her,
flaring at her breasts and clit and cunt, making her want to scream for
them to stop, to stop, to get off of her and leave her alone as the cock
slid in and out of her throat and the teeth chewed at her nipples and
breasts and the tongue rubbed her clit back and forth and back and forth
until she started shaking, shame and horror flooding her mind as her
nerves caught fire and her cold sweat began to burn against her skin along
with the mouth and fingers and hands and tongues and even the cock in her
throat send shocking wave after wave of staccato sensation, hot, burning,
shaking, quivering, tension seeming to build in her teenaged virgin body,
to build from the pit of her stomach, tightening it as sensations
assaulted her shaking, thrashing, bucking form, tightening it tighter and
tighter and tighter until she howled through the cock spasming in her
throat and every muscle stood out in sharp definition from her strong
thighs and come flooded from her virgin box to soak the lips and mouth and
tongue working her swollen clit and her stomach heaved and clenched and
heaved again as an unbearable pleasure more unbearable for being forced
clawed its way through her young body, tearing at her mind, heaving at her
body like an animal trying to escape all the while the lips and mouths and
tongues and hands and the cock in her throat kept working, trapping the
clawed animal of pleasure in her body, exhausting it in its thrashings and
strainings and screamings until she lay limp on the bench with a new cock
down her throat and the mouths and lips and fingers and hands and teeth
still trying to consume her succulent white flesh.
