Lucky her mum was out, she thought.

he told me we werent done. he went to get something and when he came back he had some lube. he put the lube on his cock and tole me to get on my knees and bend over.

he got behind me and started his penis into my buthole. i was crying and screaming in pain and he was laughing. he started pushing in farther and faster. soon he was going deep and fast as he could and came again.

i asked him if i could leave now and he told me the fun was just beginning.

he unlocked the door and left for 2-3 minutes and came back with a huge dog.

he told me that if i made love to the dog i could go home to my new husband. and he also said if i didnt i would be buried alive. so i agreed. i layed over the side of the bed with my back down. the dog then started to lick my pussy. i tried not to feel the pleasure but it was too much. the dog suddenly jumped up front legs on the bed and started humping trying to hit my pussy. and finally after two minutes of humping hit the spot.

the dog was huge and his penis was at least 11 inches long and 4 inches wide. he fucked her faster and harder with every thrust. i was crying and trying not to moan. i was in horrible pain and great pleasure at the same time. the penis just kept getting bigger. until i felt a knot. he kept humping. i thought it would rip me in half but it went in and i screamed in pain at the top of my lungs. the dog slowed down and started cumming deep inside of me. i lay there and both me and the dog fall asleep.

the next morning i get up and leave to go to my husband. he isnt happy about not being the first to sleep with me but i tell him he will get over it.

the next morning the soldier comes back and tells me unless i want my husband buried alive that i will have to marry the dog that i made love to the other night.

before i knew it i was at the alter with a dog A DOG. i hear you may kiss the bride and i bend down and the dog licks me. i go with my new husband dog back to my original husband to find a grave in the ground near our hom e that says {enter name here} was buried alive after his wife was found marrying animals.

TRUE STORY!

  There was only one thing standing in his way of fucking her... his best friend Greg was dating her.  Erica and Greg had been dating for a year and a half and were nearly inseparable.  It   sickened him when he saw Greg rap his arms around her back and kiss her.  Brian felt that she belonged to him... but he knew that there was nothing he could do to get her away from him.  He missed his opportunity before because he was too shy.  He cursed himself for losing that sexy minx.  

  "Uhh..." he groaned as he saw Greg approach Erica and grab her hips from behind, "Stupid fool, doesn't even know what he's got," mumbled Brian.  He trudged past the two who were kissing gently and walked into his next period waiting for the moment when she arrived.  She walked in just as the bell rang and walked to her seat, right behind Brian.  She greeted him with a beautiful toothy grin, her pink lips parting slightly.  He once again imagined his cock parting her lips, and her bright blue eyes looking up at him as she sucked on his tool.  He snapped back to reality as the teacher begin talking.  The teacher told them that they had a free period.  Happily he turned to Erica and began asking about her weekend.  He became angry when she once again started talking about Greg... Brian thought that she belonged to him.  As Brian joked with her she let loose a beautiful light laugh... god he loved her laugh.  He loved every part of her... he knew he would not last much longer... he needed her.  As she got up to through a paper away he caught sight of her black thong sticking out of her pants...he pictured himself tearing her panties off and rubbing his hands all over that juicy ass of hers.  Then...then... making her beg for him to fuck her.  God he wanted to hear her beg him to put his big cock in her little tight pussy.  At this point he was rocking a major hard on.  He had to get some relief and he went to the guys bathroom and jacked off to thoughts of Erica.  He stroked his 7inch dick and imagined her stripping for him.

  "Erica...Erica....," he moaned as he cummed all over the stall.

                    *                *                  *

Deacon gently ran his fingers over a black and white mugshot of Maria,   
tracing her defiant pout. He sat no more than four feet away from her, a
thin cheap motel wall separating them. It was a small roadside stop off on
Interstate 8. None too far from Calexico, and more specifically damn near
the Mexican boarder. She was serious about running.

It was a done deal. She was not going to make it anywhere without Deacon
right behind her. In the morning he just had to literally toss her into the
back of the SUV and drive her less than 50 miles. Pretty simple task for
some $40k.

Deacon was restless. Horny. He had been looking at Maria's mugshot so
frequently that he could close his eyes and see her face. He was mesmerized,
enticed. Something about the look in her eyes --- fierce and angry, yet
eager for something. It was as though she was reaching through the picture,
begging him to come tame her --- daring him to --- and she was right next
door.

He heard her get up and turn on the shower. Instantly he envisioned Maria
wet and naked --- streams of soap suds across her tits and running down her
ass, almost like cum covering her tanned body. Her nipples stiff and perky
as she moved the water over them. He could almost feel her soft, slippery
flesh in his hands and he knew right then what he was going to do.

Deacon broke into her room with such ease anyone watching him enter would
have assumed he had a key. He made himself comfortable in the corner chair
next to the bed. He reached over and flicked off the bed side light.
Propping his feet on the bed, he pulled out a cigarette and idly rolled it
between his fingers... waiting.

She twisted the water off, and stepped out of the tub. She stubbed her toe,
sucked in her breath and let out a moan in pain. The sound was sensual, and
he felt his dick stiffen in anticipation. She cursed, and then went about
brushing her teeth. Finally she opened the door and froze. Maria knew she had
left the light on.

Her eyes had not fully adjusted to the dark room, and Maria clearly was
unaware of his presence. She had put on underwear --- a black lace bra and a
strappy little thong. She was still toweling off her damp hair as she
cautiously made her way across the room toward the table lamp. Deacon let
her get within arms' reach, and then flicked his lighter. She froze,
mid-step.

He took a drag on his cigarette, inhaling till it was lit. "Hello, Maria,"
he said, exhaling smoke and putting his lighter away.

She instinctively backed up, hunched over and modestly used the towel to hide
herself. She looked ready to scream.

In a fluid motion Deacon pushed himself up from the chair, dropping his
cigarette in the ash tray and advanced quickly towards her. He grabbed her,
then spun her around so she was facing away from him. He pulled her back
against him, covering her mouth tightly with his hand and burying his face
against her neck. She smelled sweet, floral. He breathed her in.

"Shhhh, you wouldn't want to get the cops involved, would you?" he whispered
soothingly. He gently kissed her neck. "This can't be too much of a
surprise, Maria. You knew someone was coming for you. Just your luck it was
me. Here's the deal, " he paused, and dragged her backwards so he could
reach his cigarette. With only one arm to control her, he released his grip
on her mouth and slipped his arm around her neck, keeping her in a loose
head-lock. Her hands wrapped around his forearm, but her effort to pry his
arm away was half hearted. She apparently wanted to hear the deal. He bided
his time, and smoked slowly.

"I can arrest you, bring you in and you'll have to face whatever it is you
think you can run from. Or, " he paused and leaned over to ash his
cigarette, arching her backwards as he did so. He held her that way a brief
moment since he enjoyed seeing her breasts from that angle, her nipples
poking at the lace material. "you can suck my cock and I'll get you to
Mexico."

"What?!" she shrieked outraged as she wriggled free and spun to face him
with an angry glare. Her arms were raised slightly, her hands were balled
into fists and she looked ready to throw a punch. He smirked back at her. He
already could tell she was the type of girl he needed to get his rocks off.

"What do you think you're you gonna do, sweetheart?" He pulled himself up to
his full height and flexed his muscles slightly. He knew how to look
intimidating. "I suggest you relax and get on your knees."

"Fuck you," she shot back.
He would have loved to see her pouty red lips stretched around his thick
cock as saliva and precum leaked out the corners of her mouth with each
thrust. He was patient though, and secretly thrilled that she was not
interested in submitting. "Tell you what. You make it through that door", he
gestured to the exit behind him, "in three minutes and
I'll give you a sporting 24 hours head start. That's plenty of time to
disappear south of the boarder."

She stood, dumbfounded, unsure what to do. It was an entirely bizarre
proposal, more nonsensical than his last offer. Finally she spoke, "And what
happens if I don't reach the door?"

He thought about it while he smoked. "Well, I'm not sure. But I'm betting
it'll make you wish you had just sucked my dick. Really that was the only
easy out for you."

She remained motionless, stunned.

"I suggest you get moving," he put his cigarette out and casually glanced at
his watch. "You've got two minutes and ten seconds left."

This spurred her into action. She swung her fists, throwing two quick
punches, both of which he evaded easily. She stumbled forward caught off
balance. He put an arm out and steadied her. "Come on, sweetheart. You'll
need to do better than that."

She jerked away from his touch. Her eyes were wide, panicked, as they darted
about. She dove to the left of him, back to the corner chair and snuck into
the small space between the wall and the chair. Picking up the old wooden
chair, she charged at him with it. He caught the legs before they drove
into his chest and wrenched the chair away from her. He put it down
softly, shaking his head mockingly. She glowered at him.

And then, her fist flew. It connected with his jaw, and it was immediately
apparent to him she had focused every ounce of strength into that one punch.
He blocked the second one, and then kicked her. Not a hard kick, just enough
to knock her off her feet. She landed on her ass, the wind knocked out of
her and sat there stunned.

Deacon wiped his mouth to check if his lip was bleeding, and smirked when he saw
glissening red streaks. Then his eyes focused on her and the sheer menacing
intent in his gaze prompted her to scramble to her feet as she backed up.
"Time's up, princess." He got to her before she had fully gained her
footing, and lifting her into the air he tossed her on the bed.

She attempted to roll off the bed onto her feet, but he was on top of her
before she could. He gripped her upper arms and held himself above her as he
pushed between her legs and ground his pelvis into her. Maria froze, "Don't.
Please don't."

He wrapped his hand around her throat. With her free hand Maria grasped his
wrist and tried to pry his hand away. "Don't!" she growled.

He lowered himself and pushed his face into her neck. "Shhh." he said
soothingly as he softly kissed her neck. He kissed down her neck, her chest
and then bit her nipple gently through the lace. She inhailed and moaned. He
moved to her other breast. He felt her hips move, subtly, lifting up into
him.

"Don't," Maria repeated, but this time she whispered it softly. Almost like a
sigh.

"Don't?" Deacon questioned tautingly, as he kissed back up her neck. He
kissed her mouth softly. "Don't?" He kissed her again, gently caressing her
lips with his tounge. Slowly, gingerly, she kissed him back. As her kisses
became more passionate, his grip on her relaxed.

He felt her slowly trying to move out from under him, somehow thinking her
kisses were enough to distract him from noticing. Deacon suddenly tightened
his hold and pressed his lips hard against hers. He forced his tounge deep
into her mouth.

His hand on her neck was warning enough to keep Maria from biting down, but
she squirmed and wimpered trying to adjust to the sudden invasion. Deacon
pushed even harder into the kiss forcing her to open wider for him. Her hand
moved from his wrist to his chest, where she attempted to push him back, but
he was unmovable.

He took a moment to focus on taking things slowly. She was going to take
more than just his toungue for him, but he wanted this to last. He pulled
back slightly, to ease her discomfort, but continued to probe her mouth with
his tounge. Eventually she returned his kiss.

He had slowed it down enough.

Deacon released her neck and pressed his forearm across her chest. With just
his arm pinning her, he removed a knife with his free hand and deftly
slipped the blade between her breasts and under her bra. With a flick of the
blade, her bra sprung open, exposing her plump breasts. He lifted his body
off her enough to access her underwear. He wrapped her thong around the
blade and in a swift movement, he had cut her free of it as well.

Maria was thrashing and attempting to roll away from him, so he placed the
blade against her neck. Immediately she settled down. "That's it,
sweetheart. Just take it easy." He withdrew the knife from her neck sat up
and settled back on his knees. "Behave," he warned her, but the look on her
face told him she was not going to sit still for long.

He pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her pubic mound in his palm.
He ran his finger along her opening from ass to clit, pleased with how warm
and wet she was. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Her eyes
widened in fear and she quickly sat up and moved to get off the bed.

Springing forward Deacon knocked her back, still maintaining his place
between her legs. He caught her flailing arms and held both her wrists in
one hand. He locked her arms above her head. In a last attempt to keep him
out, Maria clenched her thighs together but his weight forced her legs to
part.

He reached down and adjusted his position, placing his dick inline with
her. Deacon was ready to split her pussy wide, but he resisted ramming himself
in. He settled himself on top of Maria and gently brushed her hair from her
face. Slowly he began to ease in. She moaned loud and arched her back. Unsure
how loud she would be, he clamped his hand down over her mouth. "Just
relax", he instructed her, "and take it. All of it."

He continued to ease himself in. Her eyes grew wide and she began to squirm
upwards to avoid being penetrated by the full length of his shaft. He
released her wrists and grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from inching
away. She pushed against his chest with her newly freed hands, but only
lightly, resigned to her fate, and no doubt looking forward to it as well.
Using his grip Deacon pushed her down onto his dick, "I said all of it." He
felt her open up slightly and it became easier to push into her. "That's a
good girl," he encouraged her. "Just open for me, and you'll enjoy this
too." Maria thought she had taken all that she could, but he suddenly rammed
even further into her. She screamed against his hand.

Deacon paused, now fully in, his balls flush against her ass. She began rocking
her hips, rythmically and gently --- moving herself ever so slightly up and
down his cock. He remained motionless, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly he
felt her pussy muscles spasm. Sporatically at first, but then her muscles
clenched his dick multiple times in rapid succession. Her body was already
preparing to orgasm for him.

He could not hold back any longer. He pulled himself nearly out and then
thrust into her, hard. He began pumping into her roughly and without mercy,
rocking the bed. Maria's muffled cries indicated he was hurting her, but he
was not persuaded to slow his onslaught. He uncovered her mouth, not caring
about the concequences. He wanted to hear her scream for him.

Maria's cries became more urgent, but increasingly they ended in sensual
moans. She was again building towards her climax. She stiffened and sucked
in air, her legs clamping against his side and she remained still for
several moments as he continued ramming into her. She suddenly bucked and
let out an explosive cry as she came with insane force. Her pussy clenched
down tightly and he paused, waiting for her muscles to relax.

After several moments, Maria went limp, moaning softly. Deacon resumed
thrusting into her, but she barely reacted as she lay there enjoying the
tail end of her orgasm. Annoyed with her new found passiveness, Deacon
pulled out. He grabbed a pillow and placed it by her hips and then roughly
flipped her over onto it.  The pillow proped her ass in the air, just enough
to give him perfect access. He threw himself onto her, sinking his dick
completely into her wet, swollen pussy. Surprised, Maria yelped.

"That's right, sweetheart, it's not over yet." Grabbing a fistfull of her
hair, he continued fucking her in earnest, drawing cries and moans out of
her. He lifted himself up enough so he could watch himself repeatedly
entering her. Her ass and back muscles tense as she struggled to endure his
thrusts.

His breath was coming hard and fast as he neared orgasm. He pulled out last
minute and blew his load all over her back and hair. Deacon stood, and
zipped up his pants, leaving her sprawled across the bed, naked and covered
in his cum. He enjoyed the sight of her ravaged body.

She took a few moments and then got up slowly as though she could not trust
her legs to hold her weight. She staggered to the bathroom, grabbing a
handful of clothes as she went and he heard the shower running again. He
also heard her messing around with the bathroom window.

When she finally managed to struggle and work her way through the
bathroom window, he was there, outside, waiting for her in the alley behind
the hotel.

He stood between her and the only exit to the alley.  "Going somewhere?" He
moved in quickly to grab her, locking her tightly against him.

"I'm far from being done with you," he hissed in her ear.

                                *       *       *
 

Donning his trendiest outfit one Friday night, Marshall plucked up the courage to visit the hot singles bar he had been reading about in the papers. After paying the outrageous cover charge he was immediately assaulted by the bright lights, pulsating music and the somehow intoxicating scent of intermixed cologne and perfume emanating from the masses of sweaty bodies writhing on the dance floor. Marshall nearly turned on his heel to retreat from the cacophony but then remembered his resolution. “Tonight I am getting laid” he repeated to himself over and over. It was to become his mantra for the evening.

Marshall couldn’t face the dance floor so he went to the quieter bar and managed to find a seat. He ordered a drink and turned around to survey the place. It was wild. He had never seen so many low-cut dresses, short skirts and bare midriffs. After a while Marshall turned his attention back to the bar. Seated two stools down was a cute woman. Not a fashion model knockout by any stretch of the imagination, but very pretty. She was about 5’4” tall and well proportioned, with brown hair and blue eyes. Sneaking several glances her way Marshall also decided she had very nice tits beneath her v-neck sweater. Plucking up his courage, Marshall walked over and said: “did it hurt?”

“What?”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” (page 46)

The woman laughed, which made Marshall blush. Now what do I say he thought. Luckily the woman broke the ice.

“That was very cute. My name’s Brandi.”

“I’ve never said such a thing before. I’m MMMarshall.” (Oh my god, did I just stutter?!)

“I bet not” said Brandi with a wink. “That’s what made it cute. Usually I just shoot down the guys who try that old crap.”

“Well, I’m kind of new at this but I really wanted to check this place out tonight.” Wow, thought Marshall , this woman is easy to talk to. The book was right.

Brandi and Marshall chatted for about an hour. It turned out that Brandi was in town for a reunion with old classmates. They hadn’t wanted to go out that night so she was by herself. Brandi leaned into Marshall and said “I can tell this isn’t really your scene. Would you like to walk me back to my hotel?”

Marshall remembered his mantra from earlier and thought things were going just like the book said they would. “Sure, let’s go”.

Once at Brandi’s door she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Marshall on the mouth. “Would you like to come in?” she said in a husky voice.

“Sure!”

Once inside things moved at a rapid pace. In fact, Marshall was a bit shocked at how quickly Brandi was coming on to him. But he wasn’t about to complain! The room was a suite and Brandi led him through the living area into the bedroom. She quickly started taking off Marshall ’s belt and unbuttoning his designer jeans. He was rapidly getting excited. Brandi was pleasantly surprised as she removed Marshall ’s shirt, then boxer shorts. “My, my, my I can see I’ve made a good choice” she said. “You’ve got to be at least 9” long and I can’t even get my hand around the shaft. And your balls are enormous!” Marshall blushed at such compliments about his manhood. He knew he was bigger than average but had never really thought of that as an advantage. Brandi knelt and quickly took him in her mouth. Marshall was in ecstasy! In almost no time he felt his balls contract and cock twitch as he shot his load into Brandi’s more than willing mouth.

“Sssorry” Marshall mumbled at his lack of control.

“Don’t worry sweetie” Brandi purred after swallowing every drop. “You just need a little more practice, that’s all. How would you like to try something a bit kinky?”

A little embarrassed by his performance so far, Marshall agreed. Laying him down on the bed Brandi grabbed a couple of fur-lined straps from the nightstand.

“Whoa, you weren’t kidding were you?” said Marshall with a little trepidation. This was completely unexpected, and he didn’t remember seeing a chapter on bondage in his book.

Slowly tracing her tongue around Marshall ’s nipples Brandi said: “I can tell you are up for something new. What do you say?”

“Welllll, okay. But not too tight.”

Once tying his hands securely she leaned over and whispered in his ear “have I got a surprise for you stud.” Marshall was curious as Brandi put a blindfold over his eyes and wordlessly left the room. In the silence that followed Marshall began to get a little nervous. Then he heard several voices in the other room. What was going on and how had he gotten himself in this predicament he wondered to himself. Stupid book! The voices were all female, and they were coming into the bedroom! How embarrassing to be seen like this.

 

“What’s going on?” Marshall cried out.

 

Brandi sat down on the bed next to Marshall ’s naked form and started to gently stroke his cock. Despite his fear, Marshall could feel himself getting hard. “Well Marshall , it’s like this. I am in town for a reunion of sorts, but it is not exactly a university-sponsored event. Each year my friends and I get together for some sport sex. One of us finds a willing candidate - and it sure looks to me like you are ‘up’ for the meeting (due to Brandi’s attentions, Marshall now had a major erection). This year, you are the lucky guy.” And with that, Brandi let go and stood up. Marshall ’s cock was at full attention, throbbing helplessly into the air.

“Ladies” said Brandi, “here is the newest initiate to our “fucked” club. What do you think?” There were murmurs of approval around the room. “Ooohh” said one. “He’s much bigger than the last few. Looks like fun.” “Yeah, but do you think he can keep up with us?” said a second. Brandi cupped Marshall ’s balls in both hands and said she had brought some supplements to help out in that department.

Marshall was shocked to say the least. He thought about screaming for help but a sharp point against his neck convinced him otherwise. Though Marshall couldn’t see through the blindfold, he heard the sounds of several sets of clothing falling to the floor.

Tying his legs and forcing him to swallow a handful of vitamins (and probably Viagra); the women were on Marshall like a pack of horny animals. He had never felt so many sensations at once. One mounted his cock and one straddled his face and two began rubbing themselves on Marshall ’s hands. Some would demand he lick and suck on their tits while others would make him use his tongue to caress their wet pussies and swollen clits. Some of these were shaved, others weren’t and Marshall guessed there were probably six women participating. They were fairly gentle at first but later on they became a little more aggressive. One woman in particular would wait until Marshall ’s cock went soft then proceed to slap it back and forth between her hands like so much meat. Even though this was painful at first, Marshall eventually would respond with a hard-on, which the woman would then mount with reckless abandon. Another two untied his legs at one point and forced Marshall to roll over. Then they each spanked his ass with their bare hands until it was red and sore.

 

Others of the group were into exquisite torment. Three times during the night, they would tease Marshall ’s prick to its full 9” length and then barely tickle the head and shaft with their lips, tongue, fingers etc. until he thought his cock would explode. Despite himself, Marshall ended up moaning and begging for release each time. Then they would whisper taunts in his ear: “I can measure your heartbeat just by looking at your pulsing cock Marshall ” or “That’s the deepest purple cock head I’ve ever seen Marshall .” After what seemed an eternity of this torture, one of the women would end up impaled on his colossal hard-on, barely moving back and forth until they both would finish with a shuddering orgasm.

 

His balls had to be empty after so many ejaculations but still he managed to spurt load after load. This went on for hours, with only a few catnaps to recuperate. And each time, Marshall would be awakened by one of the women licking his balls or sucking his member to attention. At one point during the next day they shaved his cock and balls and rubbed in some strange smelling lotion. This caused his tired dick to once again rise to the occasion – and this time it stayed up long enough for three of the women to get off!

 

Sometime the next afternoon, Marshall could no longer get it up – despite the expert attentions of the “club members”. “Well ladies, I’ve think we’ve finally worn this one out. You’ve been the best we’ve ever chosen” said Brandi. The others had to agree.

One by one his captors left, each cradling his spent balls and kissing his sore, limp cock as she departed. Brandi was the last to go. She removed his blindfold and roughly twisted Marshall ’s nipples, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain.

“Hope you enjoyed yourself Marshall. You’ve got a great tool and it sure seems like you know how to use it now!” She gave him a drink of water then put a piece of tape over his mouth. Then she let out a wicked little laugh and walked out of the room. As she reached the door she said over her shoulder, “housekeeping will be here in the morning. Have a good rest.” And with that she was gone, leaving Marshall to ponder all that had happened in the past 18 hours. One thing for certain, that horrible book was going in the trash first thing when he got home! Woman of his dreams, hah! More like a nightmare Marshall thought.

Once Brandi left, Marshall took stock of himself. Other than a few bruises and some fingernail marks in sensitive areas, his only injuries were to his pride. For that at least he was thankful. Even after his ordeal, or perhaps because of it Marshall was able to fall asleep while still tied to the bed. In the morning he was awakened by the sounds of a key in the lock and the familiar cry - “housekeeping”.

“Come in” Marshall croaked in a dry voice after managing to push the tape off his lips. “Get me out of here!”

The two cute young maids let out a gasp as they walked into the bedroom. Their nametags said they were Michele and Lupe. They took in the sight of Marshall ’s naked body strapped to the bed and rushed to his side. “You poor thing” Lupe said, you look like you could use some help.” She reached over to untie his hands and as she did so her long hair brushed across Marshall ’s chest, inexplicably causing his cock to jump. Michele noticed this and told Lupe to look. Both housekeepers couldn’t help but admire Marshall ’s imposing size, and as his cock once again began its impressive march upward they glanced at each other. Marshall could only groan as his rescuers paused. Michele picked up the phone next to the bed and whispered into it: “Maria, Vicki, get over to room 243 right away!”

 

Then, with a gleam in their eyes and another look at Marshall ’s mammoth rod, Michele began to disrobe while Lupe put the tape back over Marshall ’s mouth and started to trace her tongue down his chest and belly towards his once again stiffening cock . . .

The first limousine disgorged its important passengers at the entrance to the grand house. It is Senator Grant Fartham and his friend Jon Folkes, a British shipping magnate. The next limousine carries Antonio Belousio, reportedly to be a Mafia figure, but claims to be an importer. He is accompanied by his associate, Robert Garrett, and former United States Attorney, but now in private practice. He is the representative of Belousio’s organization in all of it‘s legal matters.

The guests are met at the front door of this, the Vincent Mansion, by the butler, Jenkins. Being the classic English butler, Jenkins welcomed each guest, took their coats and directed them in to the library of this grand estate. Robert Vincent greeted his guests warmly, making them comfortable with drinks and cigars. Jenkins entered the library, and spoke to the assembled guests.

“Gentlemen, we are here to celebrate Master Vincent’s upcoming marriage, and we are here, also, to mourn the loss of his bachelorhood.”

The guests laughed and several remarks were made to the bridegroom about acquiring a “ball and chain”, being a “slave” to a shrew of a wife, and other humorous comments. Everyone was in a festive mood, eager to celebrate their friend’s soon to be nuptials.

“Gentlemen”, Jenkins continued, “if you will adjourn to the dinning room, you will find dinner is served”.

The dinner was sumptuous, the conversation was lively, and the mood was light. Senator Fartham asked, “Alright, Bob, why haven’t we met you new bride-to-be. Your getting married in a few days and none of your friends know the lady. Hell, man, we didn’t even know you wanted to get married.”

Bob Vincent, smiling, replied, “Well, you will meet her soon enough, after we are married. I did not want any of you ravenous bastard hounds trying to take her away from me!”

That brought more laughter. More drinks were served to the honored guests and fresh cigars were lit.

Jenkins appeared again, “Gentlemen, it is time to repair to the library again. The evening’s entertainment is ready.”

The gathered guests rose from the table and moved towards the library, each eagerly curious about what delights were in store for them and the guest of honor. Once in the library, Jenkins asked that each man take a comfortable seat, and enjoy the evening. As the guests were taking their seats, the other door to the library opened, and in walked four exceptionally beautiful women, all nude, wearing only high heel shoes. There were two blondes, a brunette, and one gorgeous Hispanic. Each woman was a real beauty. It seems that Jenkins had learned of each man’s preference in women, and each of the proffered women were picked on that basis. Amid welcomed comments, each naked women went to her assigned guest. Each guest took charge of his woman, obviously looking forward to the possibilities.

“Gentlemen, gentlement”, Jenkins interrupted. “You will find these ladies to be delightful in every way, willing to accommodate your desires and needs. They are yours for the evening, and for that matter, for the night. Enjoy them to the fullest. You have probably noticed, that our guest of honor has no companion. We have saved the best for the last.”

With that, Jenkins went to a closet in the far corner of the library, opened the door, and led a naked woman from this confinement. She was exceptional, as well as delightfully startling. It dawned on the attendees that this special woman had been stowed and confined in this closet during the whole evening. There was an air of excitement about that fact.

This woman was naked, but appropriately decorated. Her body was outstanding. Her 5’4” inch frame was blessed with magnificently large breasts with stood proudly from her chest. Her body was tight, and her belly was flat, which was accented by her well defined narrowed waist. Her “dancer’s” legs were emphasized by the 4 inch black patent leather pumps that she wore. Around her ankles were locked black leather cuffs which could be locked together, making her helpless. The cuffs matched the ones on her wrists, which were locked together, behind her back. A black leather strap was wrapped around her elbows, and pulled tightly, forcing her elbows together in the small of her back. This served to force her magnificent breasts out from her graceful body, making them the center of attraction.

Her costume was completed with a black leather collar buckled tightly around her delicate neck, to which was attached a leash. Jenkins used the leash to lead her into the room. She was gagged with a black leather “penis” gag, held deeply in her mouth with a black leather strap which locked behind her head. Her eyes were covered with a black leather “sleep” mask, effectively blindfolding her. The black leather accessories contrasted and made her peaches and creamy smooth skin even more so. Her long silky raven black hair hung to just below her shoulders. Even though the guests could not fully see her face, it was obvious that she was a rare beauty.

The room fell silent as Jenkins escorted this “slave” woman into the room. She was magnificent and was the attention of every one in the room. The sexual tension in the room was heightened by her presence.

Jenkins announced, “Gentlemen, each of you have in your company a beautiful woman who will cater to your sexual desires and needs. What we have here is a real sex slave. She is a sex slave in every sense of the word. Anything can be done with her. She is here for the express pleasure of our guest of honor, Master of the Manor, Robert Vincent. What ever he desires will be done with her, and to her. For our purposes, we will call her ‘O‘, like the heroine in the book by Pauline Reage, the “Story of ‘O‘”.

There were eager comments, and some applause for Jenkins remarks. Even the proffered women were intrigued by this beautiful masked sex slave. The possibilities were exciting.

“I have inquired of my Master”, Jenkins the butler continued. “He has told me he wants to see this beauty whipped. He has asked me to handle those difficult duties.” This brought some laughter and ribald remarks from the gathered crowd.

“Before I put her to the whip, I will require her to submit to inspection by her Master of the evening and his guests”.

Jenkins led the blindfolded and bound beauty to Bob Vincent and made her stand at attention, with her legs spread, in front of his seated master. Vincent eagerly examined her body. Her breath quickened as he manipulated her breasts and teased her nipples. For good measure, he slapped each breast several times, to watch them jiggle and sway with each blow. His hands moved down to her pussy. Delightfully, he found that her cunt was a caldron of steaming juices. She was aroused and it was obvious. As he rummaged through her pussy, she began to moan from behind her gag and her body swayed with the rhythm of his ministrations. Finally his hands left her cunt, and moved to her tight ass. She was made to turn around, displaying her ass and legs to Vincent. He slapped her ass several time, enjoying see his hand prints on her soft supple skin. He made sure he touched and examined every inch of her smooth warm skin. The bulge in his trousers attested to his approval of this sex slave.

When Bob Vincent was through with his inspection, Jenkins led her around the room to each of his guests. They were free to inspect her at their leisure. Like a prized animal, she was felt, probed, pinched and stroked. By the time each of the guests had inspected her, the slave was very aroused.

Finally, as each guest completed his examination of “O”, Jenkins led her to the middle of the room. With a remote control device in his had, he caused a thin steel cable to extend down from a hidden location in the ceiling of the library. The end of the cable was connected to a small steel ring. Jenkins quickly removed the leather strap from the slave’s elbows, and unlocked her wrist cuffs, only to attach them to the cable mounted ring. With the remote control device his hand, he caused the cable to retract towards the ceiling. He did not stop the cable until “O” was stretched in a standing position, her high heel shod feet just barely touching the floor. If this sex slave was beautiful before, she was stunning now in her stretched out position, available to what anyone wanted to do to her. She moaned softly behind the penis gag.

From an antique cabinet drawer, Jenkins retrieved a multi thronged whip. In some circles the whip would have been called a “flogger”. He presented it to Bob Vincent for his approval. Vincent felt the whip, testing its weight, and then, smiling, handed it back to Jenkins. Meanwhile, around the room, the guest were disrobing, removing their clothing to better enjoy the evening, and the women who had been presented to them. As Jenkins walked over to the bound sex slave, Bob Vincent started to remove his clothing. It only seemed appropriate.

Jenkins was standing in front of “O”, running his hands over her exposed body. He gently ran the flogger whip over her breasts, and down across her ass. He then moved behind her, and taking a deep breath, brought the whip well back, and swung it towards “O’s” helplessly waiting ass. With a sharp smacking sound, the whip announced its arrival and contact with the slaves ass. “O” jerked at the impact. Before she could settle down and adjust, the whip struck again. Quickly Jenkins set up a rhythm. Soon her magnificently creamy ass was showing the reddened signs of the whips striations. “O” was moaning loudly from behind her gag.

Jenkins let his whip hand drop. He walked around “O”, looking at this beautiful woman, and calculating his next move. He stood in front of her, his left hand stroking her breasts. “O” moaned louder, enjoying the stroking of her sensitive breasts, and in anticipation of Jenkins next move.

Jenkins did not leave her in suspense very long. His whip was quick and true. Her left breast was struck, straight on. It jumped, shook delightfully, and swayed back into position. Before the slave could anticipate the next lash, Jenkins struck her right breasts. It shook magnificently. Jenkins continued his onslaught. His next blows were directly across her nipples. “O” was sobbing and trying to avoid the whip, but Jenkins’ whip followed her, raining blow after blow of these beautiful orbs. He stopped only when he was satisfied that they were suitable pink from the ministrations of the whip.

Before “O” could gather her wits, Jenkins whip crashed into her pussy. He moved the whip to her thighs, both front and back, and then back to her cunt. Being blindfolded, she never really knew where the whip would strike next. When Jenkins brought the whipping to a close, “O” was crying and screaming into her gag. Tears were seen flowing from behind the “sleep” mask. “O” had been well whipped. She stood there quivering and shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Jenkins reached he hand out to her pussy. He found it to be soaking wet from “O’s” pussy juices. She moaned from deep in her throat when he inserted his finger into her steaming passage. As Jenkins worked his finger in and out of her scalding cunt, “O” started to move with his rhythm. He increased the presence and frequency and in a matter of a few seconds she was screaming through her gag and cumming as she was violently humping his invading finger. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. She lost contact with the world about her. She only knew that she had a fire in her pussy and her body was consumed by her climax. Her body seemed for freeze, and then she slumped in her bonds as she slowly came down from her climax. She hung here, suspended from the ceiling of this opulent library, a light sheen of perspiration covering her body. Her breasts were still rising and falling to her agitated breathing. She was a magnificent sight. The gathered celebrants were in awe. There was not a soft cock in the room.

Jenkins turned to the gathering and announced, “Gentlemen, if you would like, you make come and examine our slave, and fuck her if you wish. Both her front and rear passages are available. Her gagged mouth is reserved for our guest of honor.”

The bound sex slave was quickly surrounded by eager men with enormous erections. All of then were touching and feeling her body, The senator stepped up to “O”, and with on quick movement pushed his rigid cock into her pussy. The slave moaned deeply at this phallic invasion. She start humping the senator’s cock. The senator finished, and was followed by another, until all had experienced her wonderfully hot pussy. Poor “O” had one climax after another. Had she not been wearing a mouth filling gag, she would have begged them to stop and let her rest. But, this was not the case, and she had to suffer the various invasions and endure the many cums forced on her. At one point, the oil magnate and the mafia don “sandwiched” her, with Folkes fucking her heated pussy while Belousio had his cock working heatedly in her rear passage. A third person was mauling her breasts while she was being double fucked.

Jenkins took “O” down from her suspended bondage, and quickly rebound her hands behind her back, locking her wrist cuffs together, and reinstalling the leather strap around her elbows, forcing them together in the small of the back. He then led her to the large comfortable chair where Robert Vincent sitting. He was naked, slowly stroking his massive cock, watching this sex slave being put through her paces. She was forced to her knees, between Vincent’s open thighs, her face a mere inch or two from his upraised cock.

Jenkins spoke, “Slave, you have been well whipped and raped. Now you will satisfy the Master of the Manor, for that is the reason you were brought here. In front of you is the Master’s cock. I am going to remove your gag, and you are to suck his cock, bringing him to the best cum he has ever had, or you will suffer the consequences. Is that understood?”

The blindfolded and gagged slave nodded her beautiful head, asserting that she understood. Jenkins removed her gag and promptly pushed her head forward until her lips touched Vincent’s cock. “O” opened her mouth to allow her delicate pink tongue to touch the head of the overheated cock. She began to lick it, causing it to throb. After a minute of so of this, she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue lashed the tip of his cock and she took him deep into her mouth. Working hard at her assigned task, she quickly brought Vincent to a raging climax, shooting scalding cum into her willing throat. She struggled with his issue, and was successful in swallowing all of it. She kept working her tongue on his cock and sucking it as it diminished. When it had receded, she let is slip from her sweet mouth as she rested her tired head on Vincent’s thigh. He stroked her silky hair, and complimented her on her sucking ability and her beauty.

Vincent looked up at Jenkins, and instructed, “Take her, bath her, and take her to my bedroom. I will join you there shortly. Oh, by the by, you are a master with that whip. You are to be rewarded. If you wish, you may fuck this slave when you give her the bath. Her mouth is also available to you.”

Jenkins forced “O” to her feet and lead her away, still wearing her patent leather heels. After he was fully satiated with her, he bathed her, and left her, bound, in his Master’s bedroom and his bed. Her leash had been connected to the bedpost. Her wrists were still locked behind her, and her ankle cuffs were locked together, making her helpless as she awaited Robert Vincent. She would have to wait there, helpless to free herself, wait there for Vincent to come and have his way with her. Her blindfold had been removed, so she would be able to see who would next assault her.

The slave thought about what had happened to her. She has been exhibited to strangers, soundly whipped, repeatedly raped and made to suck the cock of the Bridegroom. She had to admit, that while her body was tender and sore from the abuse she had received, and her cunt passage felt well used, she felt alive and sexually satisfied. It had been a painful, and exciting evening. Her ass and pussy had been thoroughly purged during her bath with Jenkins, and now tingled from the abuse they had received in the library. When it was taking place, the whipping had been dreadful, yet to be bound helplessly and used sexually, with no way to stop what was happening, was very exciting. To be at the sexual whim of another was an excitement all it’s own.

The door to the massive bedroom opened and Robert Vincent walked into the room. He was still naked and his massive cock was rigid, erect straight from his body. It swayed menacingly as he walked to the bed.

He stood there for a moment or two, stroking is rigid cock as he looked down at the beautiful bound woman lying on his bed. She rolled onto her back, pinning her bound arms beneath her. She wanted to display her breasts and body to him. She knew Robert Vincent would like that.

“That’s nice”, he said as Robert Vincent climbed onto the bed. He slid his arm under “O”, and pulled her to his chest. They were lying on their sides, facing each other. His burning cock was between her bound legs, pressing against her pussy. She started to move her body, creating a friction between her cunt and his cock. She closed her eyes as he kissed her as he fondled her abused breasts.

Robert Vincent broke the kiss. She was breathless and aroused. He kissed her again, and whispered, “Slave, I love you.

“Oh God, Robert, my master, I love you too”, she replied.

Calling her by her real name, Robert Vincent asked, “Karen, my slave, how did you like this evening?”

She paused for a moment, “Well, it was really rough, but I knew you wanted me to be handled that way, so I loved it. I have to admit that I am a slave, and the idea of being subject to the sexual whims and torments of other is exciting to me.”

“You know that you were the center of attraction at my party. Every body was in love with you, and want to know who you were.”

“Did you tell them about us”, she quietly questioned.

“No, that is our secret. Eventually, some will know, because I will give you to them again.”

Karen kissed him and replied, “As you wish. I am your slave.”

Vincent smiled, and asked, “Well, now that you know how I would treat you, are you sure you still want to marry me?”

“Omigod! YES, Yes, yes. I want to be your slave, and wife. I love you. I will be what ever you want me to be. I love being you sex slave.”

Robert Vincent reach down and grasped his cock, easing it in to Karen’s steaming cunt. She moaned deeply at this welcome invasion. As he moved his cock in and out of her, he whispered, “Well, get used to what happened tonight. That is the life style you will be living for the rest of your life!”

All Karen could say, with a lust filled voice, was, “Oh, yes sir. Thank you, my Love.”

The End

She wasn't even sure anymore that she'd go to the police, but kept telling

herself that she must, if not for her, for other women. The 4th day dawned and Amy awoke when the door opened and she sat up, holding the blankets over her breasts even though she knew it was pointless, as Tom, John and Rob came in. "Good morning, Amy," said John, "today we start your 'training'." "Training?" Amy asked. "As a sex slave, of course," Tom replied. "Here are the rules," Rob went on, "you are to obey promptly and without question any orders we give you. Failure to do so will result in punishment." Amy felt a shiver of fear but shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Alright. It's not like I have a lot of choice anyways." "That's the spirit, Amy girl," said John with disgusting cheerfulness. She was starting to think they were mentally unbalanced as well as extremely sick sadists. “Follow us then,” Tom said and Rob opened a trap door in the floor that Amy hadn’t noticed in her 3 day reprieve and went down, John motioned for her to follow and then he and Tom came down as well.

The room looked like it had once been a bomb shelter or a cellar of some sort but it had been transformed into some kind of dungeon. Amy had heard of people being into BDSM and men and women as sex slaves but she’d never been into the idea and it still ranked with dog-fucking in her mind; disturbed and disgusting, only a little worse because this was for people who actually enjoyed inflicting pain on their partners. Amy looked around, taking stock of the possible tortures in store for her. She saw all manner of dildos, butt-plugs and vibrators of various sizes…some of which were larger than her rapists (Tom was 7.5” long and 2” thick; Rob was 8” long and 2” thick; John was 9” long and 2.5” thick; and the dogs had been 10” and 12” long and 2” thick respectively) and quite frankly sent tremors of fear through her as those had been quite painfully enough! There were some things that looked like they were for nipple and/or clit torture and all kinds of harnesses, slings, gags, chains, cuffs and collars. There were whips and paddles and even a couple of, what looked to be, multi-position fucking machines. And, of course, the ever present video camera. Nothing down here looked the least bit enjoyable and all of it downright scary and she almost pleaded to go back to the other room and do them and the dogs again but held her tongue as she knew it would be useless and she’d probably get slapped for her troubles.

“We’ll start with something simple, eh Amy?” John queried. “Sure, whatever,” Amy replied dispiritedly. Suddenly Tom’s hand cracked across her face, “You’re to answer ‘yes master’ or ‘no master’,” he thundered. Feeling that had been unfair as none of them had told her that upstairs she glared at him but said “yes master” all the same. “Come over here, Amy,” Rob said, standing by an old wooden table, “and lay on the table.” It looked like it had once been a kitchen table but it definitely wasn’t anymore. It had cuffs on all four corners, presumably for disobedient slaves. “Face down or face up, master?” “Good girl,” Rob praised, “face down, slave.” Amy lay on her stomach; the rough wood was coarse on her skin and almost scratchy on her breasts. “Now, are you going to be a good girl or do we have to bind you down?” Tom asked. “I will be a good girl, my masters.” The dungeon was creepy enough and she didn’t like the thought of being bound in it as well. Amy felt a thin tube being inserted into her anus and realized that they were going to give her an enema first so she relaxed, embarrassing yes but not painful. They finished pumping the warm water into her rectum and then directed her to the portable toilet and she emptied herself and cleaned up and came back to the table and once again lay face down.

Tom and John started to pick out assorted items, she couldn’t see what yet and Rob started the camera rolling and came back to the table and picked up a 6” butt-plug that started out small (maybe a half-inch at the tip and got bigger (2” in the middle) and then smaller again and then the very base was flared wide and was square-shaped. Amy felt Rob smear some lube over her anus and then he started to insert the butt-plug, it probably wouldn’t have hurt but, as usual, he was less than tender and shoved it in all at once. Amy gave a small moan and winced but otherwise didn’t make a sound, she felt her anus close over the last ball shape of the plug, holding it inside her and the base keeping it from coming out or going in further and at the same time separating her ass-cheeks. Tom came over to the table then and told her to sit up and face him so she did, her legs hanging over the edge of the table. Tom held up a harness and started to fit it on to her. He started with the thicker piece that went around her neck and then fitted around her breasts so that they bulged and made her nipples harden but didn’t cut circulation completely and then he asked her to stand so she slid to the floor and it went around her hips and down to her pussy, he secured it so that it held her pussy lips open, exposing her clit to the cold air. He then took out a “Y” chain with clamps on the three ends and clamped two onto her nipples and brought the longest chain down and attached that clamp onto her clit.

It was torturous and fairly painful and Amy couldn’t help but cry out a little and she wiggled, trying to escape them while at the same time she felt a hot rush inside her pussy, telling her that her body liked it even if her mind didn’t. Even though Tom couldn’t possibly know her body was getting off on it she felt a rush of shame and blushed furiously, giving herself away. “Ah, I see you like it. You’re going to make perfect slave material, because it is a true slave who enjoys her torment.” Amy hung her head because she couldn’t deny his words and John came and led her over to the center of the room, at which time he told her to put her arms in the air and he pulled two manacles on chains down just far enough to clamp around her wrists and then let go of her. When the chains went back to their place they pulled her with them and she was left standing on her tiptoes, it was very uncomfortable. Now that she was utterly helpless, John took out a gag with a 2” penis that would be inserted into her mouth. She also noticed that on the outside of the gag was a tube and a hand pump to inflate the penis. “Open your mouth, slave,” John commanded. Amy reluctantly opened her mouth and John inserted the rubber penis and fastened the gag at the back of her head, he then inflated it so that any attempt at sound was impossible. She noticed Rob was back at the camera and John stayed in front of her, she couldn’t see Tom.

Suddenly, John raised a cat-o-nine tails whip and lashed her sensitized breasts, Amy gave a cry of pain and surprise that couldn’t be heard through the gag and jerked back to get away but no sooner had she done this when a wooden paddle smacked her ass causing her to jump into John’s second lash. Crying now, realizing Tom was behind her, Amy wanted to plead with them to stop but the gag prevented this too. On and on it went, John whipping her, alternating between her breasts and her exposed pussy and clit, causing her to jerk back into the paddle Tom wielded on her ass and back into John’s whipping. Tears rained down her face and neck until finally Rob called a halt and John and Tom stopped and set their weapons down and Rob said, “un-gag her and spread her legs and assemble the machine.” These words terrified Amy, she knew they could mean nothing good and maybe even something more painful, especially if they wanted to hear her screams.

John and Tom each took one of her legs and pulled them spread eagle until it was uncomfortable but not painful and then manacled them to chains suspended from the ceiling as well but they didn’t lift her any higher when John and Tom let go of her legs, she saw Rob go over to a pully crank and it raised her a foot above where she’d been. They then left her vision and came back carrying a black metal tripod with a dildo attachment area, Amy realized it must be a fucking machine. They positioned the fucking machine underneath her pussy and then Rob came over with two attachments, the first so that he could attach two dildos for double penetration and the second had the two dildos on it. Just before he bent to attach the dildos she saw them, fear trickled through her…they were only 7” long and as Tom was that big the length no longer instilled fear in her but the anal part of the dildo was 3” thick and the pussy dildo was 4” thick and this made her plead with them. “Please, don’t use them, they’re so big, they’ll kill me! Please, if you guys are at all humane you won’t do this to me!” John picked up the whip and whipped her breasts 5 times and then did the same to her clit, and told the crying Amy, “you’re disrespecting us again Amy, we told you to call us master and you are our sex slave and we will do what we want with you!”

Amy fell silent and trembled in fear. John tweaked her “Y” chain a few times in what he must have thought was a reassuring manner, “Really now, Amy, we’re doing you a kindness, we’re using this one so that you are partly prepared for tomorrow’s video.” With that he strode away a bit and Rob spoke up, “now, let us enlighten you a little about this machine before we get started. It’s very fast, Amy, it can do between 1 and 240 strokes per minute depending on how we set it…we’ll work up to the limit slowly to show you that we are indeed ‘humane’.” Tom reached under her pussy and lubed it up and then went around and did the same to her anus. They then all backed away, John holding the controls, to watch the show. They started it up and it moved slowly up to her holes and lined up, they’d adjusted it perfectly apparently because with some more movement they started to enter her, the stretching was almost unbearable and she didn’t think she thought she’d pass out but once the heads were in her pussy and ass John suddenly sped it up a little and it went all the way in suddenly. “Ahhhhhhh! Noooooo! Masters, that’s too quickly!” They plunged all 7” into her holes and then they would pull out 6” and plunge back in, it must have been doing 50 strokes per minute now and Amy cried out, “Ahhhhhh! They’re tearing me apart, masters, please stop!” But on and on it went, once they’d upped the strokes to 100 per minute and the pain had almost vanished, John came over and attached a much long chain to the “Y” chain and went back over to his spot, giving little tugs on the chain causing sensation to rocket through her and she burst into orgasm crying “Ohhhhh myyyyy Goooodddd!”

Then Rob and Tom took up the whip and paddle and Rob started to whip her breasts and clit and Tom paddled her ass and John tugged on her “Y” chain and the machine continued to fuck her madly, John had upped it to 150 strokes per minute now. The worst part was that because she was so tied and with the machine fucking her she couldn’t jerk away from the assaults of the whip and paddle. And with the fucking, “Y” chain stimulation and whipping and paddling she burst into an intense pleasure-pain orgasm and it went on and she cried out and moaned loudly. Suddenly the whip and paddle stopped as did the “Y” chain, but the fucking continued. She was stationary but the machine continued to fuck her like crazy and Rob and Tom came over and stuck a little patch with wires in them over her nipples, and the clamps, and then put two between her legs near her pussy and two more near her anus. They then backed away and she saw Rob pick up a little box that the wires were attached to and he pressed a button and a electric shock went through her nipples and pussy and anus and then John tugged on the “Y” chain again and more sensation went through her and they kept alternately doing this until she burst into orgasm, screaming with pleasure.

John upped the machine’s fucking strokes up to 200 per minute and she burst into another orgasm, she suddenly noticed they had come closer to her but without blocking the camera’s view of her and they had their cocks out and were stroking them rapidly. The stroking was up to 240 strokes per minute, the maximum and she was in a continuous state of orgasm, to the point where they kept coming but her abdomen was cramped painfully. She kept screaming “oh my god” and suddenly the machine stopped and cum from all three men sprayed her body. Covered in cum John let her down and Rob went to stop the camera and Tom took the fucking machine away. John took the “Y” chain off and the harness too and then handed her a towel and led her back up to the original room and she went and had a shower, when she emerged the three of them were waiting for her. She found she was quite tender and it hurt a bit when she walked around and her cramps hadn’t quite subsided from all the orgasms she’d had and wanted nothing but to lay down and sleep and as she hadn’t expected them to still be in the room she was annoyed to see them.

She started to ask them what they wanted, even though sex came to mind, but she held her tongue as she knew she shouldn’t speak unless spoken to and she wasn’t sure if she was still to call them “master” or not. “Well, Amy, you did a very good job,” said John. “Thank you, masters,” Amy said uncertainly. “You don’t have to call us master anymore, Amy, that crap was just for the video,” Tom said. Amy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little, “oh, well, thanks then.” “You’ve taken this really well, Amy,” said Rob, smiling. “We have just one more video to do tomorrow and then you can go back to your life like nothing happened,” said John. Amy gaped at them, they were certifiably nuts! She’d ‘taken this well’?! She hadn’t had a choice! She could go back to her life as if nothing had happened?! As if!! She frowned at them and said “what’s tomorrow’s video?” “Oh, that’s a surprise, you’ll see. And we have an extra little surprise for you at the end of tomorrow’s video too,” said Tom. And with that they got up and left. Amy flopped down on the bed wondering if this would really end after tomorrow’s video or if they were just teasing her by dangling freedom in front of her. She sighed and rolled over and went to sleep, restless and filled with nightmares about what the next day might hold.

            “Thank you, Xi.”

            “Sir…”

            “What is it, Xi?”

            “Jenny asked about the boy,” Xi replied softly. Danny stared at her in silence. “I told her he was sold to a buyer overseas,” she said quietly, then added, “The dungeon has been cleaned.”

            Danny nodded and headed for his office instead of the family room. He was still upset by the news Kade had delivered. He wasn’t in the mood to visit his slaves. He’d call Nels back and then maybe spend some time with Amanda. With any luck the police would find boy-toy’s body and give up on finding out what had happened during the time he had been missing.

            “Hi, Nels. Xi said you had called.”

            “Yeah. I just wanted to say thanks for the little get together last night. And, of course, for Sam. He’s working out quite well.”

            “Glad I could help you out.”

            “I also wanted to remind you of the other part of our deal.”

            “Oh?”

            “I get some time with Matt. Remember?”

            “Oh…that. Well, actually, there’s a small problem with that.”

            “Danny, you promised.”

            “I know, Nels. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to deliver.”

            “What? Why not?”

            “There’s a bit of a problem with Matt…”

            “What’s he done now?” Nels asked, exasperated. “I was hoping I could borrow him for a few days, starting tonight. Is he being punished again?”

            “Not exactly.”

            “Danny,” Nels laughed. “What are you talking about?”

            “Nels, I had to get rid of him.”

            There was nothing but silence for several seconds When Nels finally responded his voice was icy.

            “Danny, you promised I could have first dibs on him.”

            “I know, Nels. And I would have stuck to that except there was a problem I didn’t know about until this morning.”

            “What problem?”

            “He was the son of the chief of police.”

            Nels gasped. “No way.”

            “Yes. It’s true. It’s all over the news. I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. I’ve taken care of it though. We’re all safe.”

            “God, I hope so.”

           

Chief Jamison looked up from his silent vigil when two men entered Matt’s dimly lit room. He took in their dark suits and somber expressions before turning back to his son’s seemingly unconscious form. He knew who they were, or at least who they represented, but he didn’t care.

            “This is a private room, gentlemen,” he said softly but sternly.

            “We have reason to believe that your son may have information that could help with an ongoing investigation,” one of the men said.

            “He isn’t in any condition to talk to anyone right now.”

            “Chief Jamison, it’s important that we talk to him.”

            “Not now damn it,” Jamison said in a low growl.

            “Dad, it’s okay,” Matt whispered softly without opening his eyes.

            “No. You aren’t strong enough –”

            “I want to. I need to.” Matt stared up at his father, his brown eyes full of pain.

            “Matt…”

            “Dad, he still has Jenny…and others. I have to do this.”

            Chief Jamison finally nodded and rose from his seat. He turned to stare at the two men standing just inside the closed door of the room.

            “But only for a few minutes. He gets tired, you leave him alone.”

            “Yes, sir.” The same man who had spoken earlier answered.

            Jamison moved past him to step out the door. The two men drew nearer the bed and stared down at Matt, taking in the bruises and swelling.

            “How you feeling?” the first man asked.

            “Like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck,” Matt replied with a slight smile.

            “I’m Turner.” The man introduced himself then motioned to the other man. “This is Harrison.”

            “And you’re with?”

            “Let’s just say we’re federal,” Turner said with a smile. “We understand from the statement you made to the local police that you and three friends were abducted from the side of the road after your car broke down?”

            “Yeah. I got out to take a look under the hood. The next thing I knew some guy was standing next to me and then it felt like my insides exploded. I went down and…”

            “Do you know what it was? What he did to you?”

            Matt nodded. “I found out later that he used a tazer on us.”

            “What happened after he shocked you?”

            “He tied us up and tossed us in the back of a van. We seemed to drive for hours. I don’t know how long it really took but the effects of the stun gun wore off long before we got there. We all tried to get loose but he had us tied pretty tight.”

            “So what happened once you got to where ever it was he took you?” Harrison asked. “Did he ever tell you his name?”

            Matt swallowed then licked his lips. He nervously glanced around the room then fixed his gaze on the far wall.

            “He carried us each down to a basement room and…” He swallowed then took up the story again. “He put collars on Jenny, Angie and Carrie and chained them to walls around the room. He chained me up against a back wall then went back to Carrie. He – he set her up on this table thing and made her tell him our names and ages. He said his name was Danny but we had to call him Master or Sir.” Matt nervously wet his lips again and shifted his gaze around the room. His eyes finally settled back on the far wall.

            “Would you like something to drink?” Turner asked.

            Matt shook his head.

            “He made Angie, Jenny and Carrie strip for him. Then he…he made Carrie…he made her help him…he cut my clothes away too.” Matt closed his eyes tightly against the memory. God, he thought, this must be how a woman feels explaining what happened when she’s been raped.

            He jumped when he felt Turner’s hand on his arm. He opened his eyes and stared up into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

            “It’s okay. I know this isn’t easy but we need all the information you can give us. Did he ever take you outside or let you leave? For any reason?”

            Matt nodded.

            “He took us to a cabin in the woods once. I was in the back of the van so I couldn’t see where we went. The cabin belonged to a friend of his. The guy’s name is Kade. I don’t know if it’s a first name or a last name. He just calls him Kade.” Matt swallowed again before continuing. “He grabbed three kids that day. Amanda, Beth and Sam.” He glanced up at Turner then lowered his eyes to stare at the foot of the bed. “Amanda’s only eighteen.”

            “Do you know where the house is? Who all is in it?” Harrison asked.

            “I don’t know where it is,” Matt admitted, shaking his head. “I was always in the back of the van whenever I went out. There’s only Danny and Xi in the house besides his sl – captives. At least, as far as I know. He has parties though. Friends come and go.”

            “How many people is he holding?”

            “When I was there he had four others. Jenny, Amanda, Angie and Carrie. He kept us – them – upstairs on the third floor in a special room that he called the kennel.”

            “What did it look like?” Turner asked urgently.

            “There was a row of cages along one wall. They were like large dog cages. They had electronic combination locks on them. All kinds of stuff was kept on shelves and in drawers all around the room. Some of it hung on the walls. There were loops on the walls for him to fasten chains to.”

            “Were you always chained or did you have freedom to move around the house?” Harrison asked.

            Matt thought for a moment before responding. “We weren’t always chained or restrained but someone was always watching us. At least Jenny and me. He didn’t trust us, especially me. I argued with him a lot and, I guess, antagonized him.” He looked up at the two men, a fierce look in his brown eyes. “What he’s doing isn’t right. I couldn’t just go along with it.”

            “That why you have scars now?” Turner asked.

            Matt looked at the wall, fighting to control his breathing as he nodded. “Yeah.”

            “You mentioned someone named Xi,” Harrison said softly.

            “She’s some Asian woman that works for him. She cooks for him and watched us. She took care of any injuries and helped dole out punishment.”

            “So what kind of punishment got those scars across your back?” Turner inquired.

            Matt glanced up at him and again noticed the blue eyes. He saw the kindness in them and realized the question wasn’t asked out of curiosity but a need for information. Matt slowly drew a deep breath and exhaled.

            “He had a party one night.” He dropped his eyes to stare at the foot of the bed. “He invited a bunch of his friends over and let them use Angie. Kade was there and another man. Jenny and I had managed to piss him off earlier in the day so he had me strung up against a wall as punishment.” His right hand slid up his chest, over the bandages covering his nipples, his eyes squeezed shut. “I was supposed to hang there all night but a little later he came back down and got me. He made me go upstairs where he let one of his friends ass fuck me while I was chained down to a table. After they left and he let me up, my hands were still cuffed behind my back so I head-butted him. I charged him a couple of times before Xi zapped me with the tazer.

            He was really pissed. He didn’t like the fact that I’d attacked him. He dragged me back down to the dungeon and chained me to the wall again. Hung a whip where I had to look at it then announced that as my punishment for attacking him I’d be getting fifty lashes in the morning. True to his word, the next day he delivered the whipping. He made Jenny count. To be honest, I don’t know if it was fifty or not. I passed out after about thirty or thirty-five. When I came to I was lying on a mat on the floor and Xi was putting some kind of ointment on my back.”

            Both men were shaking their heads in amazement as they listened to Matt’s tale. Turner put his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

            “The medical report said you had a couple of piercings and a burn on your thigh.”

            “Yeah. He strapped me down and pierced both nipples then used dry ice to burn a brand into my leg. He pierced Angie too.”

            “You said earlier that a couple of his friends were regular guests?” Harrison asked.

            “I don’t know if I did or not, but yeah, there were a couple of guys that were over more regularly than anyone else.”

            “Can you tell us who they were?”

            “Kade was one.” Matt hesitated before adding, “You guys said you were federal, right?”

            He looked up at Turner. The two visitors exchanged a look then nodded.

            “Yeah, that’s right,” Turner replied.

            “You have any ID or anything?” Matt asked.

            “Why?” Harrison queried in return.

            “Because the other guy that was a regular told me the last night I was there that he was federal.”

            Matt didn’t miss the quick glance that passed between the other two men.

            “And who was this other regular?” asked Harrison.

            Matt stared at the two men for several long minutes before he finally replied in almost a whisper.

            “I don’t remember his name.”

            “Matt –”

            “Look, I just don’t remember. The doctor said there might be a few things I wouldn’t be able to remember right away but they might come back later.” He stared up at them, his brown eyes hooded. “Honest, I just can’t remember.”

            “Uh-huh,” Turner finally replied, nodding his head. “You remember what happened the last night you were there? The last few hours?”

            Matt swallowed hard and turned his gaze back to the wall at the foot of his bed.

            “They raped Amanda and Beth. Then Danny somehow found out about Dad and beat the shit out of me.”

            “Why didn’t you defend yourself?” Harrison asked.

            “It’s a little hard to defend yourself when your hands are cuffed behind your back to a bar that’s attached to a collar around your neck and your feet are cuffed together so you can only take a shuffling step a few inches at a time,” Matt spat back. “Especially when you don’t even see it coming.”

            “How do you know they raped those girls?” Harrison asked.

            Matt turned his head on the pillow and stared at the row of machines lined up against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut and fought a loosing battle against the tears he didn’t want these men to see. Both men noticed his heaving chest even if they couldn’t see his face.

            “He made me watch.” Matt growled through gritted teeth. “I was chained to the fucking wall and he threatened to hurt Amanda if I closed my eyes.”

            He jerked his head around to stare at them defiantly when he felt a hand on his arm.

            “He would have! He would have hurt her!”

            “I know, son.” Turner’s voice was soft, soothing, as he patted Matt’s arm. “I know.”

            The room grew quiet as Matt’s sobs slowly subsided.

            “I think that’s all we need right now,” Turner finally said. He motioned to Harrison who preceded him out of the room. Turner then turned back to Matt. “Nels Sherridan has been under deep cover for over six years trying to bust these S.O.B.s. He’s the reason we’re here. He sent us to find you because he was worried about you.”

            Turner patted Matt’s arm and gave him a small smile then turned and left the room. Turner motioned to Harrison as he clasped Chief Jamison’s arm just above the elbow.

            “May I have a word with you?” Turner asked Chief Jamison as he led him down the hallway.

            Harrison took up a stance near the door to Matt’s room. Turner led Chief Jamison several feet down the hall before stopping.

            “What?” Jamison asked, turning a bewildered and somewhat angry look on Turner.

            “Are you planning on releasing any more statements to the press?”

            “I’ll have to tell them something soon. Why?” Jamison narrowed his eyes on the other man.

            “Can I offer a suggestion?”

            Chief Jamison stared silently at Turner for several seconds.

            “What?” he finally asked.

            “Tell them Matt died without ever regaining consciousness.”

            “What? The hospital –”

            “We can fix it with the hospital. I would also suggest making arrangements for only a certain number of hospital staff to attend to your son. He’d be much safer that way.”

            “Safer? You think they’ll come after him again? Here?”

            “Chief Jamison, you know they left him for dead at the side of that road.”

            Jamison glanced away, staring down the hall.

            “Yeah, I know.”

            “If they find out he’s still alive, they’ll come after him. These bastards are elusive as hell. We’ve been after them for years.” Turner rubbed his left hand across his mouth and chin. “Matt’s the only witness we’ve got that’s been with them for more than a couple of days.”

            Jamison jerked his head around to stare at Turner in amazement.

            “Witness? What…?”

            “I can’t go into details with you but we’ve never been able to get anyone out that they’ve held this long. We just can’t find them. We have someone under deep cover and hope to change that but…” Turner shrugged.

            Jamison was silent for several minutes as he thought about what he’d just been told.

            “You work things out with the hospital. I want someone with Matt at all times. I want him safe.”

            “I’ll have someone in his room twenty-four/seven.”

            Jamison nodded. “I’ll schedule a press conference for later today. I need to talk to Matt first. To let him know he’s dead,” he said with a grim smile.

            “If you can work it into your press conference somewhere, could you mention still waters?”

            “Still waters? Why?”

            “It’s to let our deep cover know what’s going on, let him know we found Matt, that he’s safe.”

            “I’ll see what I can do.”

 

            “Carrie, come with me.”

            All three women looked up at him when Danny stuck his head in the door of the family room and called to Carrie. She rose to her feet and strode across the room toward him. Angie turned back to the television but Jenny continued to stare at him.

            “You have a problem, bitch?” he finally demanded, his temper winning out.

            “No, Master,” she whispered as she lowered her head. Her eyes were still fixed on him.

            He grabbed Carrie’s arm when she drew near and pulled her from the room. Guiding her silently up the stairs, he pulled her along with him toward his bedroom. He jerked the door open and shoved her inside. She almost lost her balance but grabbed at the side of a nearby dresser and caught herself before she fell. She turned back to stare wide-eyed at Danny as he stepped into the room and closed the door. She shrank back from him when he moved toward her.

            “What are you afraid of, Carrie?”

            “Y-you’re angry about something,” she replied softly. “Have I upset you?”

            He reached out and stroked her hair.

            “No, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

            He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pushed his lips against her mouth, mashing her lips savagely. He started moving without releasing his hold on her, walking her backwards toward the bed.

            “I just need you,” he said huskily when he finally pulled away.

            She smiled broadly at his words.

            “I was afraid you liked your knew tart more –”

            His hand snapped out and struck her hard across the face, knocking her backwards onto the bed. She grabbed her burning cheek and stared up at him, tears burning her eyes.

            “I didn’t bring you up here to whine.” He towered over her, staring at her malevolently. “Why didn’t you tell me who Matt was?”

            “Matt…?”

            “You’re buddy, Matt. Light brown hair, broad shoulders, fancied Jenny.”

            “I don’t understand,” she whispered with a shake of her head.

            “Who’s his daddy?”

            She remained silent for several seconds then her eyes grew wide again as understanding dawned.

            “Yeah. You didn’t think that was important for me to know?”

            “I – I didn’t think…I forgot about it. I’m sorry, Master!”

            “Yeah, you’re about the sorriest little slut I’ve ever seen!” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her off of the bed, forcing her onto her knees. “Stay.”

            He released his hold on her and turned to retrieve a pair of nipple clamps, a penis gag and several other items from the table next to the bed. He tossed the items onto the bed next to where her head bobbed beside it then looked down at her.

            “Strip,” he demanded.

            She removed the half tee-shirt she had on. She untied the tight wrap-around skirt she wore and slid it from around her hips. She carefully folded both items and laid them on the floor next to her.

            Danny squatted down in front of her and reached out to roughly pinch and twist her nipples, causing them to stand erect. He then applied the nipple clamps, ignoring her gasp. He grabbed her right wrist and jerked on her arm.

            “Turn around.”

            She slid around on her knees so she faced the bed, her back to him. He quickly bound her arms behind her back, her right wrist to her left forearm and her left wrist to her right forearm. Then he wrapped the rope around her waist, snaking it completely around her body once and ending up with the end back in front of her. He tied the end around the piece of rope that wound around her waist and let it fall. He reached up to the bed and pulled down a butt plug which he put only a small amount of lubricant on before shoving it up her ass. Then he reached between her legs and pulled the dangling rope through and tied it off on the waist rope at her back pulling it tight against her pussy.

            He pulled another length of rope from the bed and quickly tied it around her thighs. He also bound her shins together then her ankles. He ran another rope from the bindings around her arms to the rope around her ankles, pulling it tight. The last thing he did was force the penis gag into her mouth and strap it around her head. Then he lifted her up and carried her to the wall directly opposite the end of the bed. He positioned her so she was facing the bed and she sat dead center of it. Then he tied one last piece of rope around her neck, looped it through a ring in the wall, down to a second ring, looped it around the ropes around her arms and back up through the rings, tying it securely behind her head.

            When he was finished he stood up and patted her wet cheek.

            “Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a laugh.

            He turned and strode from the room. He returned a few minutes later with Amanda following close behind him, her lead chain gripped tightly in his hand. He led her over to stand directly in front of Carrie. He grabbed Amanda’s face in his hand, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her to look at Carrie.

            “This is what happens to bad little bitches,” he growled. “If you betray me or withhold information from me, this could be you.”

            He gave her several minutes to take in the sight.

            “Do you understand?”

            “Y-y-yes, M-Master,” she whispered.

            He released his hold on her head and stared at her with narrowed eyes.

            “When you were alone with Matt, what did he tell you? What did he say?”

            She shook her head as she fought back the tears.

            “I-I don’t r-r-remember. S-s-something about getting away f-from all of you.”

            He jerked on her lead chain and led her around to the bed. He pushed on her shoulders and shoved her down on the mattress then sat down next to her. He gently caressed her cheek, neck and shoulder.

            “Just relax, Amanda,” he said softly. “Relax, pet. Try to think back, try to remember. What did he say to you?”

            “Oh, God,” she whispered. Her lips trembled as she closed her eyes and tried to think back to the day Danny had captured her. “He said not to get in the van. That I should get as far away from all of you as I could,” she whispered and slowly opened her eyes. “Something like that.”

            “Anything else?” he asked.

            “I can’t remember anything else,” she said softly.

            He reached out to stroke her hair again.

            “If you remember anything else that he said, you’ll tell me.”

            “Y-yes, M-Master.”

            “Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

            His hands slowly roamed over her nude form, his lips sliding down her face to her neck, down over her tits. His fingers gripped her nipples and squeezed until she cried out, trying to pull away from him. He shoved her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.

 

            Nels listened intently to Chief Jamison’s press conference. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Danny had beat the boy to death and dumped him on the side of the road. Damn it! He deserved better than that! Nels thought angrily to himself, taking another sip of his drink and pounding his fist against the arm of his chair.

            “What?” Nels demanded of the television.

            Sam, huddled on the couch under a blanket, stared at him with frightened eyes. Nels grabbed the remote and rewound the TiVo to replay what the Chief had just said. He listened intently to the words.

            “Matt was always a quiet kid. That old saying about still waters running deep fit him well…”

            Nels didn’t hear the rest of Chief Jamison’s speech. He was laughing too hard.

            “Oh, thank you God!” Nels cried then quickly gulped down the rest of his drink. He set the glass aside, glanced at his watch then looked over at Sam. “You doing okay?”

            Sam nodded silently. He still wasn’t sure what to do or say or even how to act.

            “Will you be alright by yourself if I go out for a little while?” Nels asked, his voice thick with concern.

            “Y-yes, sir.”

            Nels moved to kneel next to the sofa were Sam huddled. He carefully placed one hand on the arm of the sofa and the other over the blanket at the edge of the sofa, careful not to touch the boy.

            “Sam, remember, you mustn’t try to leave the house. I’ll get you home as soon as I can but you have to trust me for now.”

 

            Sam had fallen asleep while Nels was out. He woke suddenly when he heard Nels swearing and struggling with something. He slid from the relative safety of the sofa and wandered into the huge kitchen where the strange sounds emanated from. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Nels wrestling with a huge wooden crate mounted on wheels. He was trying to muscle the big crate through the large double doors from the garage into the dining room.

            “Don’t just stand there,” Nels quipped. “Help me.”

            Broken out of his trance, Sam rushed forward and pulled as Nels pushed from behind. Together they finally got the huge crate into the house. Sam started to carelessly swing the crate around to roll it into the dining room when Nels stopped him.

            “Easy. Be easy with it,” Nels instructed. He turned back to close the double doors as Sam pushed the heavy crate into the dining room.

            Nels joined him there and took over command of the crate. He carefully guided it back through the kitchen and into the living room. He placed it in the middle of the floor then went back to the kitchen. Sam started to follow him but thought better of it and sat down on the couch to wait. Nels quickly returned with a tool box. He set the tool box down and started to work prying the top off the big crate. When it was finally loose he started to lift it then nodded at Sam.

            “Sam, grab that side and let’s put it over there against the wall.”

            Sam helped the other man lift the lid off the crate and carry it to the opposite wall. They set it on its edge and leaned it against the wall. Sam returned to the couch while Nels went back to the crate. He pulled a large ottoman over next to the crate, climbed up on it and peered into the big wooden box.

            “Damn it,” he swore as he climbed back down. “Sam, please get a couple of shirts from the bottom drawer of the dresser in your room.”

            Sam nodded then jumped to his feet and headed down a long hallway. Nels climbed back onto the ottoman and peered into the box again.

            “I’ll have you out in a few minutes. Sam’s bringing you something to wear. You’re safe now.”

            He climbed back down and started prying off the side of the crate closest to him. He kicked the ottoman out of his way and used his anger to put power behind his prying. Sam returned to the room carrying two oversized tee-shirts, one blue and one green.

            “Are these okay?” he asked.

            Nels barely glanced at the boy as he continued to pry at the side of the box.

            “They’re fine. Thanks.”

            When the side finally came loose and started to fall Nels immediately leaned against it, putting all of his weight on it.

            “Sam, help me move this over there with the top.”

            They let the side fall away and lifted it carefully to carry across the room. They leaned it with the top against the wall. Sam returned to his seat on the couch. Nels went back to the open side of the crate and knelt in front of it. Two young girls sat naked, bound hand and foot and gagged in the crate. One faced forward and stared with frightened eyes at Nels. The other faced the opposite direction. Both shook visibly though he wasn’t sure if it was from cold or fear.

            “It’s okay,” he purred softly to the girl facing away from him. He brushed her long blonde hair, matted from her ordeal, out of the way so he could cut the cuffs from her wrists. “I’m just taking the cuffs off. I’ll ungag you in a minute.”

            He leaned back and reached a hand out toward Sam.

            “Sam, hand me one of the shirts.”

            Sam silently held the blue tee-shirt out to him. He turned back and noticed the girl had her arms in front of her now, rubbing her sore wrists and trying to cover herself. He reached the tee-shirt around in front of her.

            “Here, try this.”

            She grabbed the shirt and immediately slid it over her head. It was large enough to be a short dress for her. He went to work on the gag finally using his pocket knife to cut the straps. He leaned forward past her to help her work the ball out of her mouth.

            “Sam, get a couple glasses of water, please.”

            Sam sprang to his feet and hurried to the kitchen.

            “Better?” Nels asked the young girl.

            She slowly nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

            “I’ll get your feet in a few minutes if you can wait. It’ll be easier to work once I’ve taken the sides off.”

            She nodded again.

            “Here, sir,” Sam said softly from behind Nels.

            He turned with a smile and took one of the glasses Sam held out to him.

            “Thank you, Sam.”

            He offered the glass to the young girl he had just partially freed. She gulped the water causing him to grab her hands and the glass to stop her.

            “Sip it,” he advised. “If you drink too fast you’ll be sick.”

            She nodded again and he released her hands. She slowly raised the glass to her lips and sipped at the water, watching him over the rim of the glass. He smiled at her.

            “Good, good. Dink all you want but sip it slowly.”

            She nodded as he moved away. He knelt in front of the other girl, a brunette, and cut the straps of her gag then slowly removed it. He turned slightly and held his hand out toward Sam. The boy put the remaining glass of water in his hand and stepped back. Nels raised the glass to the girl’s lips and helped her take a couple of sips of water.

            “Enough for a few minutes?” he asked softly.

            She nodded at him.

            He went to work prying loose the side of the crate behind the brunette. It took him several minutes before he finally got it loose. Sam helped him move it into position with the other pieces of the crate against the far wall. Nels quickly cut the cuffs off the girl’s wrists and offered her the remaining tee-shirt. He then went to work cutting the cuffs off the girls’ feet. The blonde was freed first and Nels helped her to stand then take a few tentative steps.

            “Okay?” he asked.

            “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

            “Julie, I’m not your master. You’re free and safe here.”  When she turned tear-filled eyes up to him he quickly added, “We’ll talk about it later. We need to get you taken care of first.” He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at Sam, keeping his arm around the frightened girl, supporting her. “Sam, can you help Julie over to the sofa, please? And get her a blanket?”

            Sam obediently followed Nels’ orders, assisting the shaking girl to his place on the sofa and handing her the blanket he had used earlier. He then returned to Nels’ side and watched as Nels freed the other girl’s feet and helped her from the box. He followed the same process as he had with the first girl, helping her to stand then to walk.

            “Okay now?”

            She looked up at him and nodded.

            “Yes, Mas – sir.”

            “Sam, could you get another blanket, please?”

            Sam hurried back down the long hallway again and soon reappeared with another blanket. He held it out to Nels. He took it from the boy and wrapped it around the girl’s shoulders then helped her to the sofa. She huddled next to the blonde as Nels knelt down between them.

            “My name is Nels and this,” he indicated Sam, standing behind and to the side of him, “is Sam. We won’t hurt you. You’re safe here. Sam just recently went through something similar to what you’ve been through so he understands.”

            They both stared wide-eyed at Sam then turned their attention back to Nels.

            “Are you hungry?” he asked.

            Slowly, they both nodded.

            “Sam, would you mind fixing them something to eat? Something light, cereal perhaps? And maybe a little toast?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “Would either of you like a shower before you eat?”

            “Please?” begged the brunette.

            Nels smiled at her.

            “You can use the one in the master suite. It’s at the end of the hall. Sam’s using that room right now. I’ll tell him to stay out until you’re finished. There are clothes in the dresser. Help yourselves.”

            Nels stood and started to move toward the kitchen. Both girls stood and slowly moved toward the hallway. The brunette suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

            “Why?” she asked.

            “Excuse me?” he asked her.

            “Why are you being nice to us?”

            “Because, Melody, that’s what people are supposed to do,” he replied then turned and went into the kitchen.

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now Holly shes a bright eyed girl who for some reason wanted to be my friend when we were younger and after the first few lunch times with each other we were inseprable from the hip where ever she went i went an visa versa she quickly became my best friend and when my parents moved away to go live in spain her parents were kind enough to let me stay with them at their home

now let me describe holly to u shes beautyful (not that i ever noticed till this whole ordeal happend)shes the same age as me and like me is loud and very energetic. She has fairly short hair but instead of looking like a les it makes her look more like a girl than when she had long hair shes got nice firm breasts with nipples that turn on and off whenever they want which makes going swiming with her a very funny experiance for me an the other lads and an embarrasing one for her (she loves the attention realy) n e way like i was saying , she wears very tight shirts which make her breasts look soo firm like small mellons which does nothing to help her nipple erection problem an she never wears underwear of any kind ever no matter what ive never seen her wear em once and when its nice outside she likes to wear tight jean shorts or a nice an small skirt which on reflection i think its safe to say were almost always ment for me and no one elses pleasure though i never noticed it

Now to the story:

it was a warm day in the summer and me and holly had been helping out her uncle harry move his stuff into his new house an holly being holly decided that shed wear a very short skirt which rose up to reveal her ass everytime she picked up a box which was every ten seconds or so and even i started to pay attention to it even though she was like a sister to me an im pretty sure that her uncle did cause he had to go to the bathroom after the first five minutes to take a slash and was gone for atleast half an hour me on the other hand wwas forced to constantly fix my belt buckle till harry got back and i could do the same and sure enough as soon as harry was out i was in and beating my 6inch member as if id never beaten off before and the images of her perfect ass still freash in my mind i came quick and strong covering the wall next to the sink with strings of my cum 3 or 4 big ones as well .i quickly clean myself and the wall off before heading downstairs to help with the rest of the stuff but to my surprise when i got down to the bottom of the stairs i saw that everything was unpacked from the truck and both of themwere sitting down at the kitchen table having a cup of tea upon my entry to the kitchen i saw her looking at my crotch while licking her lips which made me realise that id forgotten to zip up properly and i blushed a bright shade of red as i sat down to the table.

Harry decided to give us a tenner each to go have some fun at the local pub which was alright seeing as they didnt know who we were and we both looked old enough to get served without ID so we orderd a pint each and after 2 or so more hours we were told that it was last orders for anyone not staying in the inn upstairs  but me and holly wernt ready to leave just yet so we inquired as to the price of a night and it was only 30 pounds for the night so we diecide to have some more drinks then just pass out upstairs when we were done .  Little did we know how true that would be.

After another hour we were both feeling the affects of the alcohol kick in an decided to ask for one last shot before we got some kip and the man behind the bar told us that hed make us two somthing nice on the house which fair enough, free drink was fine by me so we drank up the shot and headed to our room and upon setting myself down i fell asleep and so did holly

we awoke somtime early the next moring with the sunlight shining on us both but we couldnt move and niether of us were wearing anything which made me blush yet again because of the moring wood which i always seem to have after a while we heard a voice from the other side of the room and it was the bartender and what he had in his hand scared me .  He had a gun and his dick was out aswell

"I slipped you two somthing last night . hope you dont mind" he told me and holly

"what do u want from us u sicko?" holly demanded

"holly i think hes going to rape or kill us "i said barly audiable over holly crys and she finaly went quiet

"please dont do this to us were just kids we arnt even 18 to drink in a pub please dont rape us or kill us"she pleaded and confessed

the man just stared at her as if sizing her body up and then began playing with his flaccid cock which quickly grew into what looked like a 4 inch penis and i had to strugle not to laugh at the man who was easily twice if not three times my age but had a smaller cock than min the man got up and came towards me and when he got to my side he placed the gun to my head and told me to open up and not bite for punishment by a gd beating at the least

i was terified by this id never even had sex with a women let alone give head to anyone and this man was going to force me to for fear of my life at stake

he placed his cock at my lips and told me to open up but i refused to so he place the gun at hollys head and i had no choice but to open my mouth id rather lose all self respect than risk hollys life he placed his cock into my mouth slowly and told me to suck on it for him but i again refused an he again placed the gun to hollys head and so i did as he asked and began to bob my head back and forth onto his cock and i was so close to puking when he pulled out an came over mine and hollys naked bodys which just about topped it off for me and i was begining to puke when he cut my arm bonds and let me puke into a bucket by the side of the bed  then gave me a little pill that looked like a breath freshener TicTac which i refused to take till he began to raise his arm up to point at hollys head and i grudgingly took the pill and left it in my mouth then after a quick fondle of my now flacid cock an hollys breasts he went and cut my bonds on my legs but kept his gun on hollys head which teriffied her into a scream

"scream all you want hunni it doesnt matter we arnt in the inn n e more were in the middle of nowhere there are no other houses for about 5 miles in any direction! So scream your lungs out all you want "he laughed to himself

"what do u want now u freak uve had ur fun" i said pointing to the cum that was now dried to my skin

"i did a little cheak on your girlfriend over there and shes still a virgin now as much as id love to do the honors id enjoy no id love the idea of you breaking her in without her being able to enjoy her first time and that thought will get me off for quite a while after u two have gone " he half heartedly laughed then spat at holly who cringed as his descusting bile splatterd over her left tit

"i cant do that i rather die that do her that dishoner of raping her im not a sicko"

"i know u arnt. but i also know that u will do anything to protect her so heres you insentive" he shot a bullet into the bed about a foot to the right of her head the another one closer to her head than before

by now holly was screaming so loud that if anyone was walking within a 3 mile radius they would hear

"ok ok ill do it jus please promise to let holly go afterwards "i said quickly before his next bullet was sent straight into her skull he put his gun back down and walk to the corner of the room and got a bottle of babyoil from the table then trough it down to the bed before sayin

"get your cock hard and cover it in the oil im doubting that shes gonna be wet " he commanded

"holly im so sorry please forgive me"i said just as i climbed up on top of her and placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy i was now rock hard because even though i was being force to do it to her a part of me just wanted to do it just as if i wasnt being forced to so i whisperd to her that she may aswell try enjoy it that way the pervert would be robbed of his prize which he wanted

she just nodded to me and began taking deep breaths as i started pushingmy cock into her

she was tight soooooooo fucking tight it hurt  and i couldnt get it in

"whats the matter boy lost yer dick or somthing" he said impatiantly to me

"well if u must know shes too tight i cant fit in her dick head"i slung back

"watch yer tounge boy or i may just chop it off and shove it up yer own arse " he said in such a tone that there was no doubt that he wasnt joking

so i got the bottle of oil and pored a huge amount onto her pussy and on my cock and i even managed to squirt some into her which she seemed to enjoy because of the moan she gave off

so i repositiond and this time i just threw it forward as quickly as i could instead of going slowly and all of a sudden my cock became surounded by the greatest feeling id ever felt and it was almost surreal to have such a new feeling sundenly there but it was interupted by an earth shattering scream followd by a bit of crying from holly as i realised what id just done to her and rememberd what the man had said and realise that id just taken her virginity and she was taking mine

and all of a sudden i grew stregth and began to pound her slow but hard pulling out to the tip then forcing all the way down into her warm tight silky womb and i was in heaven and from the sounds that holly was makeing i could tell that she was loving it just as much if not more than me so i carried on pounding in and out of her harder and fast and i kept on going and i could sense that i was getting close to cumming

"boy dont cum in her yet since ur enjoying this too much ur gonna pull out before u cum and then ur gonna do as i say boy if ya know whats gd for ya"

upon hearing this i pulled out and the man brough the bottle of lube back an place his gun on my bare back which sent a shiver up my spine and as he did this he cut her leg binds and told me to do as he says other wise hed kill us both and he moved my cok with his hand to hollys asshole and told me to push with a reinforcment of his resolve by cocking the gun and pressing it even deepen into my skin which was beging to hurt so i push hard but it just wouldnt go in to her her ass was even tighter than her pussy so i did what i did before an placed a load of lube on my dick an her ass an also lubed up one of my fingers and began to up it up her ass which felt so gd to me and when i got it to the knuckle i began to turn it then pulled out and put two fingers in and began turning then and the only noise you could hear were hollys pleas begging me not to do this to her but i couldnt it was her life an id never do anything to put it at risk so i had to contine

after a minute she went quiet so i puled my fingers out an replaced my cock at her ass hole and began to push hard an it went in  with a sharpe cry from holly as she got used to my intruding member and i began fuckinmg her slow and gently and before i could do anything the man had placed his cock at my asses entrance and shoved his cock into me in one quick move which stung like hell

"keep fucking her boy" he comanded

an i kept fuckintg her ass as he batterd mine and i was begining to enjoy the feel of hollys ass and she of my intrutions so we began getting close to orgasm when the mans cock began to grow in my ass and then hit my prostate which sent me cumming deep into holly as the man cam in my ass  he pulled free and offerd his cock to me and pointed the gun at holly and i took his cock without question and then began to throw up almost emediatly and he hit me across the back of the head and i passed out cold when i awoke i was back in the inn with holly and she was tied down next to me an wasnt awake so i turnd an hugged her naked body for a long time till she began to stirr and she turnd her head to me and asked me if it was over an i said yes and she asked me to finish what had been started the previous day and fuck her fully in the pussy which i was taken aback at first but the realised that she realy wanted me to so i got on top and tryd to get in and this time i actualy got in without any help and we made sweet sweet love for hours on end and then when we were finished afterwards we noticed a tape sitting on the table and placed it into the VCR and pressed play  and it was everything that had happend the previous day and it was the part when he was just shoving his cock into my ass an then i rememberd how it all happend then i turnd to holly kissed her lips and said

"if it wasnt for that man i might never have had the strength to love u the way i do now "and with that she slapped me hard and began telling me about how obvious shed bin towards me about everything and that it was my fault all of this happend then she looked at me and said ur not a bad fuck so i guess ill live and the look on her face was one of pure evil and then she picked up a note that was atached to the tape and it read

'Dear josh and holly thanks for the fucks an dont worry ill keep intouch '

and since then me an holly have been raped like this atleast once a month but we dont mind and i think im even getting used to the feel of his cock in my ass so goes to show you never know what can come from a simple shot!

No.  Stop right there.

It was definitely a problem.  Suzanne had a job to do – to finish, and people were relying on her.  She needed to get to a phone.  Sasha had a mobile but he’d never left it where she could get at it without him knowing.  She was going to have to think of something, she was running out of time.  If she wasn’t careful, she was going to be late, in more ways than one.

The opportunity presented itself in the end.  They were making dinner, and Sasha left Suzanne in charge of stirring the food while he went upstairs to take a shower.  She turned away from the cooker to find that he’d left his mobile on the kitchen table.  Strange.  She waited for several moments, and then heard Sasha enter the bathroom and turn on the shower.  It was perfect.  She grabbed the phone and dialled the number for her contact, quickly stirring their dinner while making sure that she was in sight of the stairs.  She’d see his shadow approach in time to put the phone back so that he was none the wiser.

It seemed to ring forever, and Suzanne bit her lip in trepidation.  Was she too late?  A strange mixture of emotion washed over her at that thought.  Something else not to think about.  The call connected just in time to spare her having to identify her emotions.

Silence.  She spoke quietly, identifying herself with her call sign and password only.  The person on the other end of the line was satisfied, and confirmed their identity to her.  “Report?” Suzanne asked softly.

“Intelligence confirms they are acting on your information and moving into position,” the voice replied.  “We will be ready to meet them.  Everything is going as planned.”

“When?”

“Approximately seven hours.  A team will be ready for extraction.  Location?”

“Can you trace the position of this call?”

“Of course.”

“Then it will be from here.”

“Agreed.  We will extract you as soon as the operation begins.”

Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat and she didn’t respond for a moment.  She had no idea that things were going to happen so soon.

“Ma’am?”  the voice on the other end of the line enquired.

“Yes,” she replied, trying to mentally shake herself.  “I’ll be ready.”

“I’m glad to hear your voice again, ma’am.  See you back at Operations.”

“Thank you,” Suzanne replied, and ended the call.  A moment later, the shower turned off.  She searched through the unfamiliar language of the menus of the phone, trying to find the call logs.  She found the entry for the call that she had just made and deleted that single entry, thankful that the mobile phone was a Nokia and she was familiar enough with it to do this even if she wasn’t sure of all of the language.  She placed the phone back on the table exactly as if it hadn’t been disturbed, and returned to stirring their dinner.

Sasha returned to the kitchen feeling slightly uneasy but not sure why.  He spotted the phone on the table and instantly recognised his potentially massive mistake.  It didn’t look as if it had been moved, but he couldn’t be sure.  “Dinner’s ready,” Suzanne said over her shoulder absently.  When he didn’t reply, she turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face.

He still didn’t say anything.  Suzanne followed his gaze to rest on the mobile, then looked back up at him, a look of slight disappointment and embarrassment on her face.  She looked away again, then turned back to the cooker and busied herself with stirring.  The intention was to make him realise that she hadn’t touched the phone.  Of course she hadn’t, and how could he think such a thing of her?  He still wasn’t moving, so she sniffed a couple of times softly, willing tears to come to her eyes.

Sasha trusted Suzanne not to try to hurt him, and she hadn’t tried to leave when he’d left her in the house on her own.  But to leave his phone where she could get to it?  He wasn’t so sure that she wouldn’t have tried to contact someone.  Not until he heard her sniffling, at least.  He swore under his breath softly, walked up towards her and slipped his phone into his pocket on the way.  He slid his arms around her from behind and slid his mouth to her neck, nuzzled gently.

Suzanne wiped the tears from her face angrily and redoubled her efforts in stirring, attempting to ignore Sasha in his quest for the extra sensitive area below her ear.  “Come here,” he whispered, turning her around in his arms.

“No,” she replied sulkily, trying to stop him from turning her to face him, but she wasn’t trying too hard.  He pulled her away from the cooker and leaned her against the table.  “Dinner’s going to burn,” she warned, and he shrugged, sliding his hand along the back of her thigh and up to her arse, sliding the (rather large) shirt she was wearing out of the way as he went.  He slid his other hand to her cheek and pulled her towards him, kissing gently.  She pulled away from him, still putting up a façade of protest in order to save face.  He pulled her back and kissed harder.

Suzanne didn’t protest any further as Sasha lifted her onto the table and laid her back, then unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it out of the way.  He slid his palms from the bottom of her breast down to her hips, laid a gentle kiss just above her pubic hair.  She gasped as her body jerked sharply.  She was burning immediately, her legs parting automatically and without her consent.  He slid her towards the edge of the table, leaned over her to look directly in her eyes and slid one finger into her mouth.  She licked for a moment, then sucked gently until he withdrew it again.  He slid the wet finger over one of her nipples gently and she moaned in frustration.

Sasha repeated his actions, sliding his wet finger over Suzanne’s other breast gently.  She arched against him, murmured softly in Bosnian the equivalent of “Oh please just fuck me Sasha!”  He slid his finger to her mouth and shushed her, slid his mouth against her ear again.

“Don’t talk,” he whispered softly.  “Just relax.”  He slid his finger into her mouth again, then slid the torturing wet digit down into her pubic hair and onto her clitoris.  He stroked gently, leaned over and slid a nipple into his mouth and sucked for a moment.  Suzanne writhed, and then Sasha bit into her nipple slowly.  A low moan escaped her and she shuddered as her body surged into orgasm.  Sasha smiled, slid back up to kiss her as her body relaxed again. 

“I have to go out tomorrow,” Sasha whispered.  “Early.  I should be back by midday.”  He was already sliding back down, parting her legs again and she felt his breath on her thighs.  Oh god.  Thinking was becoming difficult…

If he was going out in the morning, it meant that he was going to do a job.  And the only job it could possibly be was the one she had given them information on.  If he went there, he would die.  And she couldn’t warn him without telling him why.  Oh god.

She’d have to stop him.  She was glad she had one more trick up her sleeve that would allow her to do that.  He was by no means a good or decent man, but she wasn’t going to kill him.  And she wasn’t going to ask herself why, either.

Sasha slid one finger inside her and his tongue onto her clitoris and Suzanne lost her train of thought completely.  She slid her hands into his hair and scratched his scalp gently, pulling him closer.  He groaned in contentment and the vibrations from his voice caused Suzanne to come again.

“Please Sasha,” she whispered softly, and he stood up slowly.  He unbuttoned his pants and leaned over her, and Suzanne raised her legs and locked them around his back.  He braced his forearms on the table on either side of Suzanne’s head, and slid against her gently.  Suzanne slid her arms along Sasha’s sides until she reached his arse, and pulled a little.  He bumped against her, stretched her opening slightly until she moaned in anticipation, then pulled back out to rest against her.  She looked up at him, saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he wanted.

“Sasha…” she whispered softly, sliding her hand back across his hips and brushing her fingers across the length of his penis and down to her clitoris.  She stroked for a moment, let her head fall backwards for a moment as she moaned in pleasure and he groaned in response.  She looked back into his eyes as she whispered “I’m hot and I’m wet.”  She slid a finger inside herself and then pulled it back out to stroke along his penis again.  “See?  Don’t you want to feel that?”

His mock resistance never did last long.  Sasha cured the ache inside Suzanne with one forceful thrust which caused her to whine in pain-laced pleasure as he settled inside her.  She slid her hands back to his arse and pulled hard, wanting him to move even harder.  Every thrust was causing her to cry out in pain as he bumped her cervix, and she scratched her nails along his back until he had to hold her arms down.  She came again, and her lust for pain lessened as her body calmed down again.  Sasha slowed his movement inside her and she moaned in appreciation.  He let her arms go and she slid them around him, one sliding into his hair and stroking gently.

“Aleksandar,” she whispered, using his full Christian name for the first time since she’d found out that Sasha was a pet name.  “I…”  She stopped herself from saying something very stupid.  “You’re so beautiful.”

He looked at her for a moment, wondered what she had meant to say, but she wouldn’t look at him and so he couldn’t tell.  She slid her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls gently and he forgot all about what she had been going to say.

The dinner was burned, but they ate it anyway.  Suzanne was quiet during the meal, worrying about the night ahead.  Sasha didn’t notice; he was relaxed and he had a full belly and he was never much of a talker, anyway.  Suzanne sneaked to the bathroom while they were cleaning the dishes, a sharp knife concealed in her shirt sleeve.  She sat on the toilet with her left foot dangling over the bath, and felt along the arch of her foot for two small bumps.  Grimacing, she slid the knife into the skin to the side of the left bump, and a small capsule plopped out of the wound, along with a ridiculous amount of blood.  She ran her foot under the cold water and pressed tissue paper to the cut until the bleeding stopped, washing the capsule in the water as well.  She hid the knife in the cistern of the toilet before padding down the stairs again.

Suzanne busied herself preparing a hot drink for both of them, breaking open the capsule and dumping the contents into Sasha’s cup while his back was turned.  They drank their tea and then plodded upstairs to bed, Suzanne’s stomach in knots at the thought of what was about to happen.  Sasha sank onto the bed, the sedative already taking its toll on him.  He frowned; he knew that something was wrong but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.  Suzanne lifted his face towards her and stroked his cheek gently.

“I’m sorry Sasha,” she whispered softly.  “Please believe that I’m doing this to try to help you.  I can’t let them kill you.”  She wasn’t sure if he could hear her, but she had to say something.  She knew that he would be mad as hell when he woke up in the morning.

Suzanne didn’t sleep.  She sat up and watched Sasha sleep as she waited for her extraction team to arrive.  The sound of an approaching engine signalled that she had to leave.  She had slid on a pair of his pants as well as the shirt, but his boots were ridiculously large and so she had to go barefoot.  She checked that Sasha was still sleeping soundly, then kissed him gently before creeping downstairs.  She had to wipe tears from her eyes before she opened the door and met the familiar face of her handler waiting to meet her.

 

Sasha knew that something was wrong as soon as he woke up.  His body was heavy and his head was groggy.  He usually woke up instantly; a necessity in his line of work.  And the other side of the bed was empty.  And cold.  And it was light.  Shit!  He laid back in the bed, trying to clear the fog in his head.  She’s gone.

What could have gone wrong?  He never overslept, and he never woke up feeling like this.  The dinner had been burned, yes, but it wasn’t poisonous.  She’s gone.

He leaned his head over the edge of the bed and threw up, his body expelling the majority of last night’s meal, and whatever was causing him to feel like this. She’s gone.

Sasha grabbed his rifle and his handgun and ran downstairs, checking to make sure that yes, she really was gone.  Shit, shit, shit.  He tried to calm himself so that he could think.  His first priority was to get to his earlier destination, and find out what had happened.  Then he could worry about finding the girl.  He jumped into his truck and sped off, anger burning through the throbbing in his head.  He almost couldn’t believe what he found.

Bodies.  He’d expected bodies, but not the ones that lay on the ground in front of him.  Someone had ambushed the Serb soldiers, and they lay dead in the mud, weapons strewn where they had dropped them.  He spotted Boskovic and his commanding officer, and several others whose names eluded him, but they had all been stationed at the base from where he removed Suzanne.  He left, not wanting to be a target for any snipers that might have been left behind, just in case.

The anger overtook his calm now as a hundred thoughts ran through Sasha’s head at once.  She’d lied to him.  She’d told them what they wanted to hear and they had believed her, biding her time until she could escape.  She’d kept him happy with sex and lured the soldiers into a trap that was meant for him, as well.  A wave of emotion washed over him that felt dangerously close to pain and he viciously kicked the side of the truck in frustration.  He was meant to be dead here, too!

But she’d drugged him.  Stopped him from leaving the house on time.  Why?  What could she have possibly gained by him not turning up to do his job as he’d been ordered?  He growled furiously as he realised that this now looked as if he’d been the one who’d set them up.  The chances of him getting out of this alive were slim indeed.

It was past midday.  If she’d left after he’d fallen asleep, she would have had hours to get away now.  He’d never find her today.  Deciding that his best chance for survival was to get away from the scene as quickly as possible, he got back into the truck and headed east as fast as the shitheap could manage.  He ground his teeth in frustration as he tried to work out a plan of action.  He wasn’t going to stop until he found her, and he didn’t care where he had to go to do it.  And when he did, she was going to regret it.

At lunchtime I thought I take a look around Claire's room to see what I could find, whilst looking in the wardrobe I found her Girl Guides uniform and I thought to myself to add more fun to this evening proceedings we'll get Claire to do a strip tease for us. The thought of what we are going to do to her gave me an erection which I needed to satisfy so I picked up a pair of Claire dirty school knickers and sniffed the crouch and inhaled the sweet musky scent of her young pussy I then wrapped them around my cock and started to wank, it didn't take me long to shoot my load.

At 3.00 John and Steve arrived “Hi Dave are you ready for this” asked John “damn right I am” I replied. Whilst we waited for Claire to come home from school we discussed the course of action for the evening and what we were going to do to Claire. I prepared the camcorder putting in a new tape and gave it to John as it was decided I was going to go 'first' with Claire.

At 3.45 Claire still wasn't home from school and I was wondering where she was by 5.00 she still wasn't home and I was stating to get worried and thinking she might have run away after last night. When Claire finally walked in 10 minutes later my worry was replaced by delight as I saw Claire was wearing her PE kit consisting of a very short pleated navy blue netball skirt, white polo T shirt, white ankle socks and trainers. Having dumped her school bag on the floor Claire pushed by me “Hi honey I was getting worried about you” I said “don't bother” “but I do worry” “you didn't show it last night. I am going upto my room” snapped Claire and she started to walk upstairs I followed behind.

As Claire entered her room I heard her say “O fucking hell not again”. As I followed her into her room closing the door behind I said “Yes honey” Claire just stood there staring at me “No dad” “Yes honey, but this time I am going first” “NO Dad PLEASE don't” “sit on the edge of the bed” “NO” “we can do this the hard way or the easy way what's it to be?” rather reluctantly Claire sat on the the edge of her bed “there's a good girl, now are you going to be a really good girl and do as you are told?” “yes Dad” came a feeble reply. I stood in front of Clare “Good, now undo my trousers and pull them and the boxers down” “No I don't want to” “DO IT OR ELSE” very slowly Claire started to undo my trousers and pull them and the boxers down freeing my erection. “now be a good little daughter and suck Daddy's cock”. Claire leaned forward and opening her mouth she started to suck my cock into her warm mouth. “There's a good girl now suck it till all the stuff comes out and then swallow it all” looking down watching my own daughter suck my cock it did not take me long to exploded into her mouth and she swallowed the lot. After a few seconds I pushed her back onto the bed causing her short skirt to move up her thighs revealing her tight white knickers.

Climbing onto the bed next to Claire I put my hand up her skirt and started to stroke her pussy over the knickers, after a few minutes I took hold of the waistband and ripped them clean off and threw them onto the floor I was now staring at my own Daughters sweet, young almost bald pussy which I noticed was a bit red, puffy and moist but did not think much about it so I promptly began to kiss and probe with my tongue “Noooo Daddy Please don't” but I just carried on. After a few minutes I took hold of Claire's ankles lifted them upto her chest, lined my cock up with her pussy and slowly at first started to fuck my daughter for a second time “NOOOOOOOOOO Daddy Please NOOOO” but again I ignored her pleases and carried on fucking her tight pussy, I pushed up Claire's T shirt exposing her bra which I ripped open revealing her very small tits which I started to suck on after which it did not take me long to fill her pussy with my come.

I climbed off the bed and took the camcorder from John who had been doing the videoing so far “Your turn now mate” I said to him. I stood there watching and videoing as John stripped off and climbed onto the bed and without wasting any time pulled Claire's legs open and started to tongue her pussy and then fuck her first up the pussy then flipping her over and fucking her arse. My poor Daughter was really crying and screaming by now but I just carried on videoing. When John had finished with Claire 10 minutes later it was Steve's turn and when Steve had finished we made Claire suck our cocks one more time before we took a 10 minute beer break.

“Claire stand up” I said and as Claire stood up I told her to straighten her school uniform. “Right Claire you've been a good girl so far, carry on doing so, now we want you to strip out of your school PE kit slowly but leave your shoes and socks on OK”. Claire started to strip first the T shirt then then skirt and what was left of the bra. She was standing there almost naked this was so very wrong but also so bloody exciting it was unreal. “Now lay on the bed on your back draw your knees up and spread your legs. There's a good girl now start playing with yourself down there, start stroking and fingering your own pussy” I ordered and reluctantly Claire obeyed and for the next 5 minutes I videoed Claire as she pleasured herself to what I think was an orgasm.

"Right young lady get dressed in your Girl Guides uniform for us". So slowly Claire obeyed first went on a pair of new white knickers and bra followed by the blue blouse, medium length blue skirt. “Good, very nice, very nice indeed” I said “OK Steve your turn to go first” “right kneel on the bed” Steve ordered and for the next 10 minutes I video Steve as he pushed up her skirt, pulled down her knickers so that they were bunched around her knees and then pull her arse cheeks apart and start to tongue her arse hole and pussy at first then start to slide his cock up her tight arse then after coming in her arse started to fuck her pussy. We all took turns fucking Claire in her girl guides uniform and when we finished we made her kneel on the floor and suck our cocks clean. When she had finished we stood in front of her as she still knelt on the floor and we started to piss in her face at the same time making her swallow some of it and watched as it soaked her girl guides uniform. When we had finished I said to Claire “we've finished go and take a shower”.

Us three went downstairs and got ourselfs a beer “well that was fun wasn't it” said John “sure was” replied Steve “don't forget to do use a copy of the tape Dave” “no I'll do it tomorrow for you” I said “good” replied Steve  “what about the debt” I asked “don't worry I'll sort it out as long as we can come around once a month and play with Claire all will be sorted” said John “OK thanks” and with that John and Steve left.

I made myself a coffee and fixed some dinner for me and Claire. 30 minutes later she came down “dinners ready honey” “I am not really hunger” “OK try and eat something”. After dinner which Claire didn't eat much she said “I am going to bed now see you in the morning” and went of upstairs leaving me on my own again. A few hours after Claire went to bed I decided to go up to bed as well.

I laying in bed drifting in and out of deep sleep when I felt someone climb onto the bed and start to stroke my cock. I thought I was dreaming when that someone started to suck it as well. When I managed to pull myself together and fully wake up I almost had a heart attack for that someone wanking and sucking my cock was Claire. “Claire darling what are you doing honey” “what you always wanted, just relax and enjoy” so that's what I did for the next 5 minutes while she wanked and sucked me to heaven and back. Then Claire took her knickers of and pulled up her night dress and straddled my face to give me a 69. I was laying there as she lowered her pussy to my face and I started to lick out her juicy pussy savouring the sweet taste whilst she sucked my cock. It did not take us long to come together. When she rolled of me she looked into my eyes and said “did you enjoy that Daddy” all I could say was “yes” “good there's more to come”.

After a few minutes Claire stripped of her night dress off and was totally naked then she straddled my waist and lowered herself down so that I penetrated her tight pussy with my erect cock and slowly she started to fuck me. I reached out and started to stroke her small tits and it did not take us long to come together. When we had finished fucking a second time Claire rolled off me and looked me in the face “Dad can I ask you something” “sure honey anything” “Would you let me do anything to you and I mean anything, would you trust me” “yes honey you can do anything you like and I always trust you” “OK lets go to the bathroom” “fine” so Claire took my hand and led me into the bathroom where she turned and faced me. We kissed and I placed my hand between her thighs and started to stroke and fingered her pussy. Claire pulled away “right Dad lay on the floor please” “why” I asked “Please just trust me” “OK” so I laid on the floor “right Dad what I am going to do to you I hope you enjoy because I did when you did it to me” with that Claire straddled my face so she standing over my head then she squatted down so that her arse and pussy were inches away. I then had a feeling was going to happen and it did. Claire started to piss on my face. Her warm piss was running down my face, into my mouth the taste was bitter at first but I got use to it, this sent me into overdrive and I just started to lick her pussy as she was still pissing I was lapping it up. When she had finished she said “well did you enjoy it” “yes” after that we showered together where I fucked her once again in the shower. After our shower we went to bed together cuddling upto each other talking.

“Dad” “Yes honey” “ever since I was 12 I have always wanted to have sex with you, to give you what you miss from mum but I didn't know how to ask you to fuck me but what happened tonight and last night with the other two men I really enjoyed and played along. I knew you were enjoying it so that's why I took it further with you now and I want to do this more often and I wont tell anybody” “honey thanks this will be our secret, there's one thing I would like to know” “what's that” “have you had sex before because John said you weren't a virgin and tonight I notched you were wet, and puffy” “not with men no” “what do mean by that?”

"Well Dad I ve kept this secret" said Claire "I haven't had sex with a man before last night but with a women she is Miss Hunter our PE teacher she's 26. It started when I was 12, once after netball class she called me into her office and told me to stand in front of her by the desk I still had my netball kit on, the one I was wearing when I got home today when she started to talk about how good I was and what a good body I've got she put her hands on my hips and told me I was an attractive girl she put her hand under my skirt and started to stroke my pussy being only 12 and not having done anything like it before I didn't know what to do but I was enjoying it so I just let her carry on and when she pulled my knickers off and started to finger my pussy I nearly went over the edge. She told me to sit on the edge of the desk which I did then she lifted my legs up over her shoulders and then started to tongue my pussy after a few minutes she told me to undress her and do to her what's she had just done to me so I did and enjoyed it. We now do each other after each PE lesson after school, we fuck each other as well using a strap on dildo that's what we did after school today that's why I was red and puffy.”

all I could say was “OK if you enjoy it do it” “I've one more surprise for you Dad” “What's that” I asked, Claire picked up a tub of hand cream and started to work it around my cock and when she had finished and my cock was covered in hand cream all Claire said was “fuck me up the arse Dad” so I did. After I had shoot my load into her arse a few minutes later we cuddled upto each other and fell asleep.

A few days later I received a letter in the post from John advising me that I know owe nothing on the mortgage.

I had the first choice of two women for myself. My other three commanderswould get one each, and the rest would be distributed to the troops, with several men sharing one woman.

My first choice was a girl about twenty years old who was tall andhandsome.We’ll call her X. My second choice was a young girl I guessed to be fifteen or so whose very fair complexion and ample bosom attracted me. We’ll call her Y. They were sent to my quarters to clean up and await my presence. I could hardly wait to fuck them.

My second in command surprised me. He chose a youngster who was barely fourteen! She was certainly cute but I thought her ass too small to give much bounce.

The third in command took an unusually fiery thirty year old. He’ll have a good fuck and a black eye!

The women were all advised that resistance was futile and that they may as well try to enjoy our company. Some were more than willing and some resistant.

Only two had to be beaten. I took pleasure in seeing my good fighters leading them away for their pleasure.

I returned to my quarters and found my women grateful for their bath after the ride to our camp in the back of an open truck. I stripped and ordered the older girl to my bed.

God! She was a virgin! She was none too easy to penetrate and screamed when I deflowered her. I paused to let X calm down and withdrew for a moment.

I motioned Y to come and suck my cock. The young thing was not unacquainted with the practice. I reentered X. I raised her legs and put her ass in motion. She was getting the idea, and I was getting a response. I turned her over and took her from behind. I had her move back and forth on my cock. A slap on the ass got her up to speed. I squeezed her tits and felt hard nipples. As I continued fucking her, her hand moved to her cunt. My finger in her ass increased her excitement. When I climaxed, I had both girls taste my cum.

As X lay on the bed rubbing her newly opened cunt, I garnered some information about her. She had been in the convent since she was thirteen. She had developed into a well formed woman whose body should propagate the race.

I went back to X and spread her legs. I licked her cunt. She squealed in delight. I got over her for mutual mouth work. When I got her sucking satisfactorily I gave her a bit more cunt licking, and then called Y to bring X to orgasm.

Well done Y!

It was Y’s turn to suck my cock in preparation for her fucking. The cheerful little fucker got my cock raised enough that I could take her on my lap and get her bouncing on my dick. I reached around and fingered her ass and asked if she liked a fuck there. She said she’d never had an adult up her ass and didn’t know if she could take it. Actually, I didn’t matter what she said. Asshole would be fucked!

It was dinner time. All of the women were allowed to partake with their men. I took my girls (who had been given clothes we’d looted) to the dining hall. All stood as I entered. Some of the women didn’t realize that they must also rise. They were abruptly bought up. The men were extremely pleased.

I took my girls to my table with my second and third and their women. Wine was served first and the room was in a jolly mood. Even my second’s little girl drank.

I asked (alright, ordered) her to let me feel her cunt. She had a juicy hole where there wasn’t one before. I asked her if she liked fucking. She replied that she was just learning how. Second said that deflowering her was not easy because she was so small.

Third’s fiery woman was decidedly calm.

I whispered "What changed her?"

"A fuck in the ass" he replied.

As more wine was consumed, some in the hall became rowdy with the women who had been traded and randomly groped. I called them to order. I insisted that all trades or sharing arrangements must be made in the barracks and conducted civilly or disciplinary action would follow.

The entire troop was ready to party. My two officers and I took our women to our lounge. We had the women strip one by one and offer themselves to our exploration. I had Second’s little girl suck my cock and I sent Y to do the same for him. I sent X to my third and took his fiery one. I told Third not to fuck X’s ass. I was saving that virgin hole for myself.

With this game over, all the women were returned to their masters. We kept the women naked for fondling a while then sent them all to my quarters which was locked and guarded.

My officers and I had to make the rounds of the barracks to see that peace and order prevailed. There was a lot of fucking in progress.

One woman, about forty, was taking all comers. She had a cock in her cunt, one in her mouth, and two fellows waiting their turn. One young fat girl was taking cock in her cunt and ass from two fellows taking a few strokes each successively. A mid-thirties nun was the most energetic fucker we saw. She was on top, bouncing on cock after cock until her cunt oozed cum!

Alas! Tomorrow I would have to reassemble this mob into a fighting force.

We were preparing to raid a warehouse primarily for shoes and clothing for the winter campaign. We were leaving with three empty trucks and I wanted them full when they returned. The chance of government troops hindering us was minimal.

They expected an attack on their arsenal. They’d get that when they didn’t expect it.

Now my officers and I returned to my quarters where the women were waiting.

Mine was the only quarters with a "living room". Second and third collected theirwomen and retired. I took both of mine to bed.

I fucked Y first that night. She is such a delightful young cunt! She seeming never fails to have an orgasm and always sucks my cock with gratitude afterward.

I told the girls my plans for tomorrow, and that they could leave if they wished. Y said she’d stay. X was undecided.

It was time to fuck X. I brought some olive oil from the kitchen to lubricate

the path up her ass. I put her on the bed on all fours. I rubbed up her anus to give her an erotic focus. I poured some oil in her asshole while I played with her cunt. My finger followed the oil; X gasped and sighed but was soon rocking her ass with my finger fucks. Y couldn’t hold back an "oooh" as she masturbated while watching. I brought her over to the bed and repeated the procedure in her ass. She loved it. I sent her back to masturbate and had X suck before I mounted her.

I took a half dozen strokes in her cunt then put my cock to her anus for the big push. She squealed, but not more that I expected and there was no excessive pain; just the shock of expansion. I slapped her ass and told her to relax. I let her settle down before I began fucking her hard and going further in. She was soon reacting much better and working her cunt and her ass was meeting my thrusts lustily.

I picked up the pace. My cock had an open highway now and I fucked her hard and fast. Our grunts and groans echoed through my quarters for a good while before I shot my spurt deep within her. She’d had an orgasm too. I kept my cock in her as long as I could.

I told Y to come to me. She crawled on top of me and I licked her young pussy as she sucked. X moved to a chair where she watched and masturbated. I let both girls rest a while until I could be revived. Y eventually sucked up an erection and I mounted her as I had X.

She gasped at the size on the intrusion but was eager to take it. I gave her ass a good hard fucking this way then rolled off and had her get on top. She lowered her now open asshole on my cock and gleefully bounced on it. I eventually came and she collapsed in my arms.

The three of us slept together and my fingers found willing cunts and assholes for play and their eager mouths sucked cock for recreation. I gave them each a mouthful before morning.

In the morning I told all the women in the compound they could leave if they wished but we couldn’t provide transportation. If they stayed, we would be bringing back clothes, food, jewelry, soap and such.

I prepared my men for the raid. It was quite successful. We didn’t lose a man and only had to kill two guards. We loaded our trucks and stole another one.

We got what we needed and a lot of things we didn’t. We remembered to get women’s things.

When we returned to our camp, we found that about two-thirds of the women had chosen to stay, including my two. Alas, my third’s fiery one had departed.

"When she didn’t prefer to fight, she was a good fuck" Third said.

I allowed him to pillage the lower ranks for a replacement. He chose a woman about thirty years old who had borne children. She was a bit wide in the butt, but a comfortable fucking partner.

I gave a considerable amount of booty to my women. I decreed a large feast that evening. All of the women got new clothes, soap and such. The jewelry was all paste but they loved it. X loved her high heels and wouldn't take them off. I had to fuck her in them that night.

I planned our next raid---for gasoline. This one required stealth more than force once in the storage area. We had metal barrels and our newly stolen truck, but we would need to get in without raising a general alarm. We scouted a secondary gate and saw an opportunity. We could divert the guard at dusk, ambush him without gunfire, fill our barrels and get out. Only a handful of men would be needed. I sent Second to do the job.

In his absence, I fucked his little girl. I fucked her ass too. She managed pretty well for one so small. I loved opening up that tight little hole.

The raid was successful and we had everything we needed for the raid on the arsenal. It would probably cost lives. I decided to wait a while in hopes the government security would become lax.

Many of the men wanted another village raid for loot, but mainly for women.

Did they think I could find convents everywhere? I considered it for a few days. I gave in and let Third lead a raid on a village on a market day.

He came back with a truck load of food and wine and eight women. Most of them were teenagers though some were married.

I performed my inspection as previously and again enjoyed my poking "duty".

I let Third have first choice; it was his raid. He took a girl in her late teens and novirgin. Second got a second girl and his choice was very similar. Before I distributed the remainder, I took two girls to my quarters, stripped them and fucked them. One was just excellent, a red-haired girl about sixteen. She lovedher fucking. X and Y would have to make room for Z. I had another bed put in

my room. I introduced Z to X and Y and they helped her get new clothes. Y whispered to me that she wanted to watch me fuck Z’s ass. I kissed her for that.

That evening, Y got her wish. She was eager to participate in the olive oil preparation. I mounted her and she ass-fucked like a professional! X was jealous; not a virtue in a former nun. I wasn’t finished fucking around.

After I rested, knowing Second and Third had fucked their new girls by now,

I called for a soiree in the lounge for the three of us and the new girls. We swappedaround. I took Second’s girl in both holes but Third’s only in her cunt. I was out of ammunition. Z took Third up her ass.

I took Z back to my quarters and had the three girls put on a show for me. I had the tit sucking and cunt eating in all combinations. I poked and they poked one another.

Each one climaxed more than once.

I slept with X that night to reassure her that she wasn’t being displaced. Y and Z had a good time in bed together.

The proposed raid on the arsenal was vexing me. I decided to postpone it a while longer.

My camp was busy fucking. In my case, it was triple plus whatever I wanted from Second and Third’s women, or for that matter any in the place.

Since my three way girl thing was so delightful, I decided we would have an all girl orgy in our lounge. Of course we had no dildos or vibrators, but we did have sausages---some very large ones. Second cleverly rigged up a way for the girls to use them as cocks. As I would have predicted, Z was the first to fuck another girl, Third’s new one. She then took the tool and fucked X, X plugged Second’s new girl, she screwed Y and Y fucked Second’s little girl who plowed Z’s ass while I fucked her cunt. And so it went. All girls were happily engaged andwhen we men fucked a cunt or asshole there was often a sausage in the other hole. X, bless her nunly heart, had the two ends of a long sausage in cunt and ass. Y got a hand in and pumped her holes alternately. There was a pile of bodies o the floor and we had to sort them out to go to bed. We concluded the evening with another round of freshly stolen beer.

This can’t go on much longer. I must go back to warfare or warfare will come to me when I’m not watching.

In the meantime, I can say "roll over X, Y, or Z! I want your ass!"

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THE END

One daywhen I was feeling real horny (That's pretty much most the time) I noticed Elisa although plain in her looks and a bit of an odd ball in my book still wasn't too bad. She has brown hair slighty greying a bit she had a very motherly look to her. Anyway at the time I was wearing shorts and a tank top, I was sitting at my desk so you couldn't really see below my waste. So just before Elisa came in to clean my office I slid my shorts off. She came in and started cleaning the office I acted normal but the whole time she was in here I had my hand on my cock stroking it. It was a cheap thrill but it got me there. In the folliowng weeks I keep pushing the limits of my fun. I started wearing only my robe with nothing underneth and letting it fall open accidently at the right time. I knew Elisa had seen my cock and even seen glimps of me jacking it but she never said a word or complained. I wasn't sure if I was relieved she didn't seem to mind or worried I kept doing it despite my worriies.

As time pasted I felt she either liked the fact the I was having fun around her or she was so dumb or naive she didn't relieze what was going on, either way I got more comfortable and grew bolder in my kinky fun.

A few months ago my wife was away for a few weeks on business so I was feeling bored and horny. The day Elisa came to clean I timed it so I was in the shower while she did her work, I knew she always cleaned up stairs last so I timed my shower just as she was halfway done. She asked if she could clean the bedroom depite me being in the bathroom I said yeah it's cool. I told her I had to leave the door open just a bit to let out steam she said fine. I finshed showering just as she was vacuming so I took my time drying off hoping she'd catch a glimpes of my nude body and 7 inch rock hard dick..... she did I caught her catching a peek I just smilied, Elisa seemed embarressed and said she was sorry. I didn't try covering up but I did put the towel lousy around me. And walked out into the bedroom. Elisa was trying to gather up her cleaning stuff when I told her no need to rush. I told her it's normal for for men and woman to have feelings. She seemed nervous and started talking about how sex was the devils doing. I told her but without sex there'd never be any new life and that wouldn't be gods will. I told her I knew she was curious so I dropped my towel she gasped and started to leave the room, but I cut her off. I didn't want to hurt her so I just blocked the door and told her to listen to what I to say. She sat down but was saying this is wrong its not gods will. I turned it around on her and said If its not his will why would he let you be in my bedroom with me naked? I sat down next to her on the bed she was trying not to look at me. I put my arm around her and gentle kissed her neck she tried getting up to leave again but made her sit again. I told her if she really wanted to leave she wouldn't have been in the room while i was showering to begin with. I told her deep inside she wanted this to happen. I was standing in front of her now she'd seemed to be calming down. I told her to trust me, I wasn't going to hurt her she just sat there quietly. I reached down and lifted her shirt over her head, I then had her stand up so I could take her pants off. She didn't look too bad in just a bra and panties I told her to lay back in the bed I climbed in next to her I told her isn't this nice? she still seemed nervous but didn't seem to wanna flee. I started kissing her on the lips she was kissing me back some aswell. I worked my tongue in her mouth she was still tense but was becoming more willing it seemed. I started undoing her bra she resiteted me I told her to just let me do what I wanted. She said we shouldn't be doing thisI just went back to removing her bra. Her boobs where a saggy C cup, I took turns kissing and sucking each nipple they responded by becoming hard, I took Elisa's hand and guided it down to my cock I wraped her fingers around my shaft and told her to rub slowly. mean while I slide my hand into her panties she had a hairy pussy which didn't suprise me (I prefer shaved but at this time i didn't care) I could feel her pussy getting damp. I took her pantiies off so she was totally naked. I told Elisa to stop rubbing my cock and to move to the edge of the bed, nervously she did as I said I got on my knees in front of her I spread her legs open I slowly slide my finger into her moist pussy. I was suprised at how tight she was I guess sex wasn't really her thing but I hoped to change that. I continued fingering her she was getting wetter and moaning a bit. She kept saying this wrong we really need to stop, but I ignored her. I started licking her now wet pussy lips she asked me what I was doing, I told her just to lay back and enjoy it. I probed her pussy and clit with my tongue I could feel her body starting to shudder she let out a stiffed moan of pleasure. I stood up and told her since I pleasured her it was her turn, she looked scared. I told her to take hold of my cock I asked her if she ever sucked a guy off before? She nodded yes, She said it had been along time ago. I told her to start at the tip and slowy work down reluctanly she started working my dick. She gagged a few times and didn't realy seem to know just what to do I had my hand on the back of her head trying to guide her. I grew tired of her lack of blow job skills so pushed her back on the bed.

At this point Elisa seemed to just doing as I said hoping it would be over soon I paned on making a day of it though. I grabed my digital camera and told Elisa to rub her pussy and spread her pussy lips. I started taunting her by saying she liked me eating her pussy, and that she really liked being bad she started crying a little bit. I climbed back in bed with her I started fondling her pussy I kissed her nipples gentally I was sucking them like a baby wish turned me on more since she was about my moms age. I'd always had incest fantasies so I guess thats why it was a turn on. I could feel her pussy responding to my touch I asked elisa when was the last time she had sex? She seemed in a daze but blurted out sometime back in 20's, I told her thats along time. I was know on top of her my hard dick resting on top of her hairy pussy she usta known what was next cause without me telling her to she spread her legs. I reached down and felt her pussy wasn't wet enough so I reached into my wifes nightstand and grabed her lube, I squited some on my cock and slowly easied my dick in Elisa's warm pussy. Before i trusted it in her I looked her in the eyes, she was muttering the lords prey under her breathe I held her arms out straight and pined her down if you'd looked down on us from above I'm sure we looked like a flesh colored cross. I trusted my dick into her like nail her pussy engulfed my hard & inches of meat, I pulled back some and trusted down again. I told her she had a wonderful pussy I asked how can this be wrong? To my suprise as I'm fucking her pussy she starts quoting from the bible. Now I guess I'm a sicko cause the more she talked the hotter I got, just knowing I forcing someone like her into sex was a turn on. It was like fucking a nun. I kept pounding it into her and despite her unwillingness she was panting. I was building to a hugh Orgasim I was breathing hard my dick felt like it was in a pink heaven soon i couldn't take anymore and blew my load right in her pussy. I kissed Elisa on the mouth as I rolled off of her body. I told her I didn't know what made me do that, I did but being a prevert isn't a reason. Elisa told me she still thought i was a good person, because I had been gental with her and she suggested we prey..... which I went along with. I let her clean up and get dressed as did I she told me she forgave me and told me she's prey for my soul. I felt safe she wouldn't tell, but to cover my ass I reminded her I had pictures of her doing sexual things to herself. She told me it didn't matter and forgave me again. I gave her an extra $100 dollars for her pay she smiled and told me next week she was gonna bring some kinda religous book she wanted me to see. I was like whatever, I watched as she left and got into her car. I felt I could trust her but still worried.

I'll try to write more later this is a long story

I can't fight back - he weighs too much.  He pulls away from the kiss, smirking at me, and lifts my shirt.  I didn't wear a bra tonight and he squeezes my breasts roughly, making me squirm.  No, no, no, no!  He gathers my wrists in one hand and holds them against the table above my head, releasing his erection with his other.  He yanks at my shorts, getting frustrated.

"God damnit," he says, pulling at them.  I close my eyes again.  How did I get here?  "You little slut!  You thought you could tease me, damn you.  But now I'm going to fuck you wild."  I start to shake with terror.  Finally he manages to pull my shorts down, leaving only my underwear protecting me.  No, God no!  I'm only seventeen - how could this happen to me?  I've had sex before but I could stop that.  I can't stop this.

He pulls my underwear down and his fingers enter my cunt.  I want to yell for help but I can't find my voice.  This is really happening to me.   No!  Please, God, no!  He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his nine inch dick.  I start to finally scream but he covers my mouth with his free hand.  I try to free myself from his painful thrusts but can't.

His thrusts become increasingly rougher and I try to yell but his hand still covers my mouth.  Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  Why me?  I whimper as he continues fucking me.  Each thrusts pushes me harder against the picnic table and the edge cuts into my thigh, making blood run down the back of my legs.

Finally he stops and I pray it's over.  He releases my wrists and mouth and flips me over, smacking my ass.  "Oh, baby, when I'm done you'll be begging for more."  He rams his dick into my ass and I scream with pain.  His hand worms its way under my face and covers my mouth.  His other grabs my wrists again and holds them above my head.  He thrusts and thrusts and I keep screaming with pain but his hand muffles the sound.

God!  God!  No!  Please, God!  Finally he cums in my ass and pulls away.  The cum drips out of my ass and I start to cry.  I've really been raped.  How could this happen to me?  "Oh, baby, you are a hot little piece."  He flips me over again and smirks at me.  "How about I take you with me for a little more fun?"  I start crying harder and he pulls my shirt back down and pulls up my underwear and shorts. 

He slings me over his shoulders and I'm too weak to fight him.  God, God, God, God, God, God.  He walks over to his car and throws me in the backseat.  I see a little divider between the front seat and back seat and start sobbing.  He's a cop.  He locks the doors and starts driving.    

Cindy's clit was standing up about an inch and a half from her body. It was throbbing and Cindy could feel it bob in the air to her increasing beat of her heart. The younger  mans warm breath continues to send shivers up her body.