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Exploring April part II

THOMASCAN on BDSM Stories

 

 

            I took a dinning room chair to the living room and placed it in the center of the room the back facing the TV then got out her video recorder and placed the tripod so her chair was center stage.  Afterward I walked out to the garage and garden area looking for the raw materials to tie her and cause pain, but found only a hundred feet of clothesline rope and a couple of other items.

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spacerun: yes">  Re-entering the living room April is standing there examining the chair’s placement and looking far too eager and perky for what is planned.  I order her to sit in the chair and she does as I explore more of her home.  In the bathroom closet I find just what I need to get started and I head back into the living area and her chair. 

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow

 

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Passed my limits 2

verysubbottom on Transgender Stories

Passed my limits 2
Over time using the drug called the cocktail I have become totally addicted to it and cannot go without it. Carl is so dominate he has gained control over my mind completely and I am his slave. He teases me with the drug and tells me that I will get it if I work and serve him and then sometimes I get it and other days he laughs at me and watches me beg. Over the last year, I have been his slave he has forced me to take estrogen and my tits are growing so fast they are sore and my hair is getting long. I am forced to dress sexy for him every day and still I get punished and trained. I now am forced to dress in latex teddies and tight thigh high boots. The teddy shoves my tits up and makes them look huge. The heels on the boots are 5 inch and I have learned to walk i
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n them very well swinging my hips and crossing my legs to look sexy for him. If I displease him he will either beat me or shove me in a cage he has for me.
Carl comes home with a big tall black doctor and I try to be as sexy as I can. I know this is what Carl wants. The doctor walks up to me and tells me that I am going to suck him off and swallow his cum. I look at Carl and resist telling him that I don’t want other men to fuck me. Well this pissed off Carl however he grabs a needle and the doctor smiles because the doctor is the one that showed Carl how to mix it. I start to beg Please No you know how I get on the drug. I start to pull away and they both grab me and hold me down. NO I say please no. I feel the needle sting in my arm. I feel the flush of the drugs running through my veins making my ass throb. My tits swell and my nipples get flush and hot. I start to relax and submit to the drugs. I look up at them telling how I am getting very Horney and I start to moan touching my tits. I rub my ass and reach out for some black cock. Please Carl I need cock. He tells me to suck the cock of the doctor as I am told for payment. I wonder what payment the doctor is getting but I don’t care. I shove his huge cock into my wet mouth and start to suck like a good girl. He spits down on me and calls me a whore. Yes sir, I am a whore Ummm I love sucking this huge cock. Ummm sucking it in deeper and deeper I have learned how to suck being Carls slave. Feeling the head shoving into the back of my throat and stretching my jaws open as I suck it. Feeling thee cock get very hard in my mouth as he pulls out and Carl grabs me shoving me over to the bed and the doctor ties my hands down. Then he grabs my legs shoving them to my ears, he grabs his cock and shoves it against my tight ass. I start to push against it as he grabs my hips and shoves it in me deep. I scream and tear at the sheets. His cock is stretching my ass deep. He starts fucking me hard and I feel my ass throbbing on his cock from the drugs and I love it. I look him in the eyes telling him to fuck my tight ass fuck me hard. He starts to fuck fast I start to moan and rock against his cock feeling his balls slapping my ass. Then he starts to cum deep in me. I feel the huge cock slide out of my ass bringing it up to my mouth and I suck the cum off the tip. I thought my night was over. I was very wrong.
The doctor tells me that he is a plastic surgeon and Carl and he are old friends. That I am going to work off some work that he is going to do. I am very confused so I ask what work and will you untie my arms please. Then he smiles and tells me that he is going to cut off my dick and balls and make me a pussy. That he has done this before and he is a very good surgeon. That he has a private practice. Please Carl tell him no. They both laugh and I struggle against the restraints but to no avail. Then they laugh and joke about how I am going to be a bitch by the end of the evening. I start to cry and they keep laughing telling me I am already a bitch. So ready to go to sleep,they ask. We are going to knock you out with this morphine and bring you to the office and by the time you wake up it will all be over and you will be here in your bed a woman. I continue to beg him to stop as they walk over with the needle. I feel the needle going in and then I start to relax feeling the tears fallen down my cheek as I start to pass out.
I wake up in a dark room my legs are up in a harness holding my legs open and up. I hurt between my legs and my chest hurts as well. My arms are tied down to the bed and I look down and there are bandages between my legs and my tits are wrapped up as well. Then I fall asleep again. I wake up at random times and back out for what seemed weeks. Each time I wake up I feel less and less pain as I realize that they were keeping me drugged while I healed. So I couldn’t mess any of my surgeries up. One day I wake up and I see Carl and the doctor standing beside me and they start to tell me that they have drugged my for weeks and I have healed most of the way. That I will have a few weeks left then I can use my new pussy. He tells me that he gave me a huge boob job and I have d sized tits. That Carl wanted me to have huge tits. They leave and I fall back asleep. When I wake again I am feeling a lot better. I slowly get up and see that he has new outfits hanging on the wall. I take the red latex corset and walk to the mirror and start to admire my new body. My tits are huge and my pussy is smooth and looks just like a pussy. I touch it and feel a clit I have to admit to myself he did a beautiful job. Slowly rubbing it I feel the clit getting swollen. Feels great touching my clit and I slowly explore the hole very gently and there is hardly any pain it actually feels great. I here Carl calling and I quickly take a shower and shave my body smooth and get into my tight corset and put my tall boots on then putting on a lot of makeup. Then curling my hair, then I accessorize with hoop earrings and bracelets. Touching my tits as I slowly walk into the doctor and Carl. They both clap and give each other high fives at the work. There bitch they made. Carl tells me that I am going to get fucked as a woman the first time. He gently leads me to his bed touching my tits and ass. Then he turns to me telling me that I am beautiful. Grabbing the back of my head and slowly pulls me into his face kissing me gently. Then his tongue invades my mouth and I let it in my mouth deep sucking on it. He lays me on my back and goes down to my pussy gently licking it I arch my back as it feels so fucking good. Then his tongue goes inside me the feeling is so fucking good I moan and grab his head to get it deeper. I feel so feminine I feel the estrogen flowing in me since there is no testosterone anymore. I love being a woman I feel so submissive and out of control. Lick me Carl I feel his cock against my leg and it is huge. He brings it up to my mouth and I slowly suck him deep into my mouth. I feel him swell in there and I suck it deeper. Then he grabs me pulling out rubbing lube on my new virgin pussy and slowly gets between my legs. I start to shake worried about how it was going to feel. I feel the huge head pushing against my virgin pussy and then I start to claw at his back as his cock slides in the first time I scream and ask him to wait but he keeps going deeper AAHHHHh uumm AHHH AAHHH oh my God your cock is so fucking huge. UUMMMM I feel it hit the bottom and grab at the base of his cock realizing there is 4 inches not in yet. He starts the timeless in and out I start to moan as my pussy stretches and it starts to feel good and I need it faster fuck me Carl. He stares into my eyes as he shoves harder and faster I start to moan AHH Ahhh breathing heavy I start to feel my body tighten and my pussy starts to throb and I start to cummm oh Carl My pussy OHHH my pussy. I cumm hard on his cock and he slowly pulls out and jacks off on my body. I just lay there and pass out from that orgasm.
I wake up in a few hours walk into the kitchen where I see the doctor and Carl talking. The doctor said glad the surgery worked out and that I will need to be ready next week to keep working off the surgery. I look at Carl and he tells me that I need to start repayment soon. I ask what do I have to do.
Carl bought me all sizes of dildos and toys to use to learn my body and explore so I used small cocks and they didn’t work well so I worked my way back up to larger sizes like carl but I wanted to stretch it. So I used a huge dildo that he got me fucking it and cumming all the time. I was wondering why I didn’t have to work but Carl told me that I need to be ready for the weekend at the doctor’s place. I figure that I have to fuck the doctor again. So I stop using my toys for a few days to tighten back up and pick out my favorite tight black corset and black fishnet thigh highs. My favorite stiletto 5 inch heels. My tight black skirt with a thin sliver chain to wrap around my waist. Then lots of slutty makeup and putting my curly hair up. I looked so fucking sexy. Then Carl walks in telling me that I better be good tonight and he grabs me turns me to face away and he pulls the dog collar around my neck. He pulls it tight then puts the leash on leading me to the car.
We pull up to the house and there are a lot of cars here and I am confused hearing loud music and people however I am being sexy for Carl and expecting to see the doctor. We get to the door and as the door opens I see a lot of black guys talking and I see a bed in the middle of the room with lights and cameras around it. Carl yells “the slut is here” I pull back and he yanks on the leash pulling me off my feet. All the guys laugh at me. Then a bunch of guys come to the door and pick me up Carl hands one the leash. They are vial they are grabbing me slapping my ass and my face. I feel hands grabbing my throat and fingers sliding around my tits grabbing my ass as they carry me to the bed. I see the camera following us. Then they shove me to the bed holding me down and then start slapping me spitting on me telling me I am a piece of shit and I am going to get the fucking of my life. They hold my arm down and I see the needle it had more cocktail in it than I have ever taken. Noooo then I feel the sting and the flush of the drugs running through my arm. Ummm I relax and my body gets so fucking hot I feel the drugs flowing through me. Then the guys are told to back off and let me beg. The camera zooms in on me going through my transition. I start to moan and touch myself as my pussy and ass starts to throb. I start to rub my tits and the bed reaching out for some cock. Closing my eyes please give me cock. Please fuck me I need it. OMG fuck me NOW!!! Grabbing at cock. Then all of a sudden guys start grabbing me ramming cock into my pussy the first guy fucks me hard and fast then pulling me over on top of him while another guy pushes me down on his cock hard. Then I feel a cock ramming up my ass and then cocks in my face I start to suck them and spit in my hands and start to jerk the cocks in my hands. Then I feel the guy in my ass pull out and come around to my face he grabs me by the hair and shoves his cock in my mouth I taste my ass on his cock then my ass fills with a huge cock stretching me. At the same time I feel the cock in my mouth cum deep in my throat and I start to swallow. Stream after stream, then I feel the cock cumm in my pussy then my ass. I feel cock after cock fill my holes and I have cumm all over me. Guys had also been passing around a martini glass and spitting and jacking off and cumming in the glass. I keep getting fucked hard and guys are slapping me and grabbing my throat. They are using me as a fuck toy. Guys start to slow down when I feel hands start to finger me in my ass and pussy. Then I start to scream they are starting to stretch me out so they can fist me. Then I feel the hand shove all the way in and I scream then moan as it goes in it feels so good. I start to ask if it feels good all filled with cumm. He shoves his hands into my ass and pussy I start to cumm hard on it. He laughs and said you fucking slut we need to mark you. He pulls his fists out rolls me over and they hand me the martini glass and tells me to drink it for the camera. I slowly bring the full glass of sticking cum and spit up to my sexy lips and start to drink. They say “drink our cum and spit you filthy whore you are a worthless slut and you will be our prostitute for the rest of your life. I finish the cumm and they hold me down one last time and pin my face to the side and one black guy comes in with a tattoo gun and tattoos WHORE on my cheek and branded me for life.
I am a Slut, Whore and Prostitute for my new masters forever, which are men.

My rape fantasy Part1

badlybent on Forced Stories

This is a fantasy I've had for some time. If you enjoy it, let me know and maybe I'll post some others :D

    Kya was in the waiting room.  Once again, her dad had made her see her damn shrink. All he ever does is ask stupid questions and nod at her answers. She blew her greasy fringe out of her eyes and sighed. It was a humid day and her long black fringe was sticking to her face, highly contrasting with her pale asian complexion.

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,helvetica,sans-serif" size="3">   She was barely 16, and was dressed casually in her black t-shirt and tight fitting jeans. Her T-shirt had a picture of the video game character Mario on it, and stuck tightly to her petite body.  She was a small girl, barely over 5ft2 and a skinny one as well. Over her adolescent years she had developed an eating disorder and had become a social recluse, spending most of her time in her room playing video games sometimes for days at a time, without sleep.

"Miss Yukisaku?" a voice called.
"Y..... Yes?" Kya sighed.
"Mr Bradfield will see you now"

  Kya sighed and picked up her fragile body off the seat. She was quite frail now, she hadn't eaten in a few days, but she liked the light headed feeling. It was euphoric to her.

Kya knocked on the door. She did it aggressively. She didn't want M Bradfield to think she was doing it out of politeness. She hated these blind social rituals people felt the need to do. She didn't even feel the need to talk to others anymore.

"Come in" a familar, husky voice said.

Kya entered the room, reluctantly meeting Mr Bradfields gaze. He was wearing a whilte doctors jacket and glasses. He was a tall, skinny man in his early 40's and had a full head of hair that he pathetically tried to style in a fashionable way He could just about see her moody eyes through her thick, black fringe.

"Ah yes, hello there Kya"

Kya just stared at him, not wanting to speak. She held the stare for a few seconds, loving the awkward tension she had created before laying down on the couch in the usual routine.

"I see your stutter still has a hold of your tongue.." he said in a rather insulting tone.

"F... Fuck you" Kya said, defiantly.

"There's no need for that. I was only joking"
Kya lay there in silence, sighed impatiently and stared at the ceiling.

"Now, this is our seventh session and I'm feeling we have made very little progress. It seems you are reluctant to try out my exercises. Why haven't you tried to start a conversation with a stranger?"

"N... NO" Kya hissed angrily.

"There's no need to be so defensive..."

"Strangers arrr" She paused and slapped herself on the face. The frustration of not being able to talk properly was like a constant itch in her mind that she was unable to scratch.

"Kya, you really need to stop doing that. I don't mind your stutter. It isn't as bad as you make it out to be. Starving yourself, cutting yourself and depriving yourself of interaction with others will not make it any better. I want to try something different today. Tell me... Do you often think about boys?"

  Kya looked at him, her eyes were a little wider, as if her interest in the conversation was suddenly sparked.

"Y... Yes.... but yoo.... you know that. You have all my journals..." she said slowly, trying to control her words.

"I do..." Dr Bradfield said, glancing down at a page of her journal.

   Kya had drawn an erotic picture of her on a bed, with 4 naked men surrounding her and ejaculating all over her face. Kya had many deep sexual desires. She was incredibly frustrated. Because of her social problems she had never even kissed a boy...

"You seem to be a very sexual young woman..."

She nodded at his statement and Dr Bradfield turned the page over.

"On this page you've written down some sexual dreams you've had... You say you constantly dream of being raped and humiliated by boys. Why do you think that is?"

Kya paused, looking into her minds eye she tried to search for the answer.  "I.... I.. I always.... Feel..... Humiliated and... r.... RRRR.... Raped on a.... Ssssocial level"

"Does this excite you?" He was now looking into her eyes. She avoided his gaze.

"I.. I guess but... it... its mmmore about expressing the... the pain, the... haaatred I feel for myself. I feel I desssserve it"

"Kya I want you to close your eyes for me, and tell me of your ideology... What YOU want out of your life.."

"That sounds........ Lame" Kya said apathetically.
"I want you to really think about it. Shut your eyes and don't stop talking until you're done.  Be as graphic as you can, ok?"
"Ok" she said reluctantly"
"Now.. Start...."
"I'm... On... ONNN... a beach and.. there is a boy wi... with me. He is called ssssam. He's from ssschool... H..He has lllllong blonde hair annd blue eyes.. W... We are looking at the.... the stars and hhh.. he is holding me in hhhhis arms and telling mmmme all the names o.... of the constellations and whh... what they mean.  Corpus Chri... Corpus Christ Carol by Jeff Buckley is playing on the.... ssstereo and he is stroking my... tummy and telling me how beau..... beautiful I am. I fff... feel like he could protect me from anything. i.... I....... IIIII.. belong in his arms. It is the firr... the FIRST time I have ever felt c... contentment...."
   Kya continued to describe details of herself and her dream boy. She was lost in this little utopia she had created for herself. She had suddenly became aware that she had been talking for some time.
   "D.... Doctor?" she enquired... He did not answer.

  Confused, she opened her eyes and looked up. Doctor Bradfield was standing up above her, completely naked with a throbbing erection. His penis matched his lanky physique, it was very long, at least 10 inches and the balls were bulging. He hadn't mastrubated for at least a few weeks.

  "Wh.. What are you..."

  Before she could finish the sentence Dr Bradfield slapped her hard across the face. Kya screamed and bradfield shoved his hard cock into her little mouth to silence the noise. Bradfield was completely silent, squatting above Kya's face and easing his long dick further and further into her mouth.
   Kya began to panic as she felt his dick move passed her tonsils. She desperately clawed at his legs which caused Bradfield to slap her again before authoritively and aggressively fucking her mouth, which caused Kya to gag. Spit and precum foamed from her mouth as Bradfield fucked her harder and harder, his balls loudly slapping against her chin.  The room was silent, except for the disgusting sound of Kya choking on his  juices.
   After a few minutes of this violent attack Bradfield pulled out of her mouth and slapped his wet dick againt Kya's soft cheeks.  She was frozen with fear and was just grateful that she could breathe. He smeared his guices all over her, in her hair, on her lips, on her cheeks. She had her eyes shut, she didnt want to see his dick again.
   "Is this what you wanted, Kya?" Bradfield snarled, squeezing her cheeks together and spitting on her face.
   "To be humiliated?" he slapped her hard once again and Kya started sobbing horribly.
    "Ah, you're finally showing emotion, I see.. BUT ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION"
  

  He lifted her up my her hair and threw her onto the floor. Kya pathetically crawled on the floor, trying to get to the door. She wanted to scream for help, but she was so posessed by her fear of stuttering and drawing attention to herself she simply couldn't.

  Bradfield made her stand up and pryed her mouth open with his hand before spitting in it.
   "ANSWER ME!" he yelled in her face.
   "Y... Yes" kya whispered.
    "You even fucking stutter when you're terrified. You stupid fucking whore"
   Bradfield slapped her yet again. The force was so hard Kya fell over. Bradfield quickly made her get to her knees and shoved his balls in her face.  Kya was repulsed by this vile act and thumped at Bradfields legs as hard as she could, but she was so weak from not eating that her efforts did nothing.
    "Now, for your humilation" he snarled"
    His balls were now in Kya's tiny mouth and his cock was against her face. He let out a loud moan as urine shot out of him, into Kya's hair. He then pulled out of Kya's mouth and shot hot, disgustingly yellow piss on Kya's forehead, moaning at the sight of it slowly dripping down onto her face. Her eyes were shut and  she was crying uncontrolably. Even as she was being humiliated, she simply lacked the will to fight back.
   Bradfield suddenly shoved his dick into Kya's mouth. The piss tasted disgusting and was quickly filling her mouth up. He squeezed her cheeks together, forcing her to spit the piss all over his dick. Kya just sat there in a puddle of urine with her eyes shut. The truth is that this was the first time any man had showed her attention, and she was secretly relishing it.
   Finally, the piss stopped and bradfield ordered her to open her eyes. She did and looked down at herself. There were piss stains all over her t-shirt and she was kneeling in a huge puddle growing on the floor.

Kya let out a little smile... she decided that she was going to enjoy this. Maybe if she did, he would at least stop hitting her,
  She looked up at him and licked her lips, gently stroking Bradfields soft balls and smiled.
  "M..... More?"
   Bradfield was shocked. He was trying to disgust this little girl. He was trying to make her feel real fear, real emotion. but there she was, smiling up at him in a puddle of his urine, stroking his hard cock with her tiny hand.
    "I... want to be fucked by y.. by you" kya stammered. Her lips were touching the tip of his cock and she was grasping it firmly with both hands.
   "Show me how much you want it" bradfield demanded.
   Kya was now free to act out all her sexual desires. She felt at peace. She loved the fact that this man wanted her to suck his cock. It's what she always dreamed of.

   Without saying a word, she licked and gently bit Bradfield's balls before sleazily licking all the way up his shaft, giving his throbbing head a long, sleazy lick. She looked deep into his eyes as Bradfield grunted and groaned, wrapping her little lips around his huge shaft and pushing it into her warm, inviting mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head as she bobbed her head up and down, using her hand to jerk him off as she worked him with her mouth.
  "STOP!" Bradfield demanded.
   Kya reluctantly pulled him out of her mouth and pouted.

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Attitude Adjustment

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 OK! So, here's one for you. My best friend and I grew up together, as a lot of best friends do, but in my parents home, we were taught to be more compassionate, tolerant, and accepting of other people, cultures, heritage, and what not. Julia was shorter than me, and much heavier, especially in the hips and thighs. She stood about four foot eight, and weighed somewhere close to 160 pounds, with shoulder length, blonde hair she kept permed most of the time, and soft blue eyes. Julia had a ruff life for the most part. She was born with thyroid problems for starters which helped to add to her weight problem. Her mother and dad had divorced and she got caught in the middle of a violent custody battle over her, when she was younger. Then she married at a very early age to a guy
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that was much older than she was. He became abusive to her and caused her to miscarry a pregnancy, before he left her.
  Despite all of these set backs, she went on, and I eventually helped get her a job where I worked. It was a great place to work, and there were always a lot of new people. We threw parties just for our work group and friends quiet often, many Julia did herself. She didn't drink often, but she drank excessively when she did, then she would take more than great pride in showing off her tattoo...which just happened to be on the inner part of her left breast. Anyway, we were having a party to celebrate the end of the peak season, and the great job we all had done getting through it. It was to be at Julia's house at the end of the week. One night while we were working, a black guy we both knew, and had worked with for a while, playfully slapped her on her butt as he walked by. Julia became outraged immediately, and almost got the guy fired for it.
 Later, that same week, another (African-American) female friend and I were talking, when Julia came up. I just happened to ask her about what happened, and she went into hysterics complaining about the guy slapping her on her ass. Then, as she turned and was walking away from us, she remarked, "I will never let a black man touch me and get away with it!" Unfortunately, the other girl also heard her remark. This is when I realized I didn't know as much of my friend as I though I did. When the night of the party came, everyone showed up, and things were going great. The music was blasting, people were enjoying themselves, and the games we had set up to play, even the food was outstanding.
 The young lady who was their when Julia made her remark suddenly pulled me to the side, "Look! The brothers are going to get a hold of Julia's ass tonight. They all like you a lot, and said they would be willing to let you stay, but only if you want to. They asked me to tell you ahead of time, and if you want to go, now might be the best time to leave. So, after its done, you can claim ignorance to it, and have an alibi." I didn't want this to happen, and I felt for Julia, but I remembered her callous remark, not to mention I felt interested as well and somewhat honored by them allowing me to stay, so I consented to stay, but not to take part in any way. She smiled and said, "Good! I'll tell them. Just be cool and watch, OK?" She left, and I began to follow Julia, watching her from a distance, while being careful not to let her know I was. She was already lit, and steadily drinking more. Before the party had started, she was wearing a loose fitting, black top, black, knit stirrup pants, white, slouch socks, charcoal gray tights, and her black Reeboks. By now she had already shed her shirt, and shoes, and was now in a black bikini top barely covering her C cup chest, pants, and socks.
 I noticed a group of the black men going around talking to the white party guests, who would soon after, leave. I have no clue what they would tell them, or say to them, but they apparently got the message, and soon I was the only white person there, besides for Julia, herself. As this was going on, I also noticed that a couple of the black guys were hovering around the table with the drinks. One of them pulled out a plastic tube, and poured a liquid into a drink. He stirred it up quickly, then another guy picked it up and took it to Julia. She was already three sheets in the wind, and hadn't noticed that there were no longer any white people at the party, besides for herself, and I. I couldn't help but giggle as she threw the drink back, gulping it down almost completely in the first swallow, as she continued doing things, paying no mind to anything around her.
 After a few minutes had passed, she began to wobble more than normal, and I would see her put a hand to her head, before taking another drink. "Its time, lets see how open to suggestions she is now from a black man." , I overheard one of the guys at the table of drinks said to the others. I sat down in a lawn chair and watched the events unfold. One of the guys began following her around the yard. I couldn't get exactly what he was saying, but it had something to do with a bet he had made with another guy, and he hammed up how he would feel ashamed if he didn't win the bet, and how simple, and easy it would be for him to win. Julia constantly kept telling him no, then would try to walk away, but he would follow her begging her like a child, until she finally consented. She leaned on the wood stairs that lead up to the above ground pool, and took off her socks, handing them to him. He thanked her with a big grin, and walked back to the table, as Julia stood shirtless, and almost barefoot, except for her stirrup pants, and her gray tights.
 I always though Julia was very pretty, and though she was pear shaped, she always looked somewhat attractive to me. I even found her chubby toes rather adorable, though you could only see the outline of her big toe's nail, I could imagine them painted rose red, as Julia normally kept them. I began to wonder if the guys knew she wore a toe ring on the second toe of her right foot? Probably not, nor do I think they cared, because it wasn't the little personal things they cared about, nor was that what they were after. The guy came back to the table, and said as he laughed," Yea, she's ready!" The young lady then approached me and told me to go stand in the kitchen, be quiet and just watch. I made my way into the kitchen of Julia's house, as the young lady had instructed me to do. It was dark, with no lights on, but some filtered in the doorway that lead to the living room. The guys came in shortly after I did, and began moving the furniture from the center of the living room. A few minutes later, the young lady came in leading Julia, as she was all but falling down from drinking, and probably from the concoction they had slipped her.
 The guys had went into the hallway before the young lady lead Julia in, and waited for the young lady's sign. She got Julia to the center of the living room, and laid helped her lay down on the floor. She tried to get Julia to lay on her back, with a sweet, convincing, tone in her voice, but Julia wouldn't do it. Julia kept saying she would get sick if she laid on her back, so she laid on her stomach instead. The young lady sat on the floor beside Julia for a while, then feeling safe, she spoke to Julia who did not reply. The young lady stood up, stepping over Julia's unconscious body to her feet, reached down picking up her legs by her ankles, then she slid the stirrup off both of Julia's heels, and let her legs fall to the floor. Julia didn't make a sound, as she was out cold. The young lady motioned for me, and I stepped in the lighted doorway that separated the kitchen and living room. She raised a finger to her lips, telling me to stay quiet, as she stood and went to the hallway. She beckoned the guys to follow, letting them know Julia was out, and ready to be taken. They filled into the living room, one after another, completely nude, except for ski masks. Though I knew them all pretty well, I could not even tell who was who.
 None of us spoke a word, and they seemed to totally ignore my presence, as they gathered around Julia. A couple of them sat down on the furniture, as the others got started. One guy moved over Julia's thigh, grasping the top of her pants, and pulled them off, then he stood and moved away tossing them at one of the other guys, then the next knelt down over her, above her thighs, and pulled her tights off. He looked at me, and though I couldn't see his mouth, I knew he was smiling, and he tossed them to me. I looked around in total surprise, but no one else was even batting an eye in my direction, so I quickly balled them up and shoved them in my pocket. The young lady moved about the room with a camera taking pictures of ever step they were taking, as another guy straddled Julia and took off her panties. He tossed them on an end table close to him, and looked around the room as he pointed constantly at himself, letting them know he was taking them as his prize.
 He was hung like I had never seen before, but they all seemed very well endowed. He stood, and spread Julia's legs out to the side, then got down on his knees between her legs, grabbing the top of her hips, pulling her up on her knees in a dog style position. She came into position without so much as a whimper. The man began to massage her clit with his finger, getting her wet. After a few minutes, he raised up, keeping a hand on her hip, grabbing his rod and began to rub it in her slit, as the young woman orbited them, making sure to get some close-ups, of her naked twat being played with and made hot by a black man. He then began to push it inside, as she moaned softly. He seemed to be having problems when he said in a low tone laughing as he spoke, "Damn this bitch is tight, I don't know if its going to fit or not." He placed his other hand on the other side of her hips, and pushed. Suddenly Julia's body shifted forwards, as she made a slight grunting sound, and the guy exclaimed softly as he slid deep inside her warm cunt. Julia's body began to easy back as the guy looked down at her. He raised up, leaning a little forwards over her, and began working her. He would push her ass slowly forward and upwards as he would arch his back away from her, then pull her back hard as he would simultaneously arch his back towards her, like a well rehearsed dance.
 I wondered what it must feel like as I watched him proceed to have his way with her. I would have to stifle my laughter as Julia would let out an occasional moan or groan and her limp arms laying astride her would slightly bounce, when he would shove his snake deep inside her womb. The longer he went the harder and faster he would go, while the young woman kept taking pictures of it all, making sure to get close ups on Julia's kat hungrily gobbling up the black meat it was being fed. Soon the guy tilted his head back, as one of the others said rather loudly, "Pull out!" Followed by another one remarking in about the same tone, "Nah! Blow yer load in dat' bitch! If she gets pregnant, who cares." I started to speak up, but then I remember my place was only token, so I remained quiet, as the guy doing Julia suddenly pulled her hips tightly against himself, letting go of his juice deep inside of her. I watched her leg muscles twitch and flinch, and her cute red toes draw up for a moment then slowly relax, telling me she had orgasm as well.
 The next three guys followed the same scenario, then the fifth guy said, "Ya'll can hit that all ya want, but its time to tap that big ass!" As we laughed about it, he slid into her a couple of times to get his shaft wet, then he began forcing it into her anus. "She ain't going to be so anal retentive when I'm done with it!" The guy said as Julia let out a deep sighing breath of pain. The guy grunted and strained as he pushed trying to penetrate her, as Julia moaned and softly let out an occasional sob of pain. Finally, one of the others threw the guy a bottle of KY Jelly, so he rubbed it all over his cock, then around her orifice, and went back to gain entry into her rear. He pushed, and pushed, and strained, as Julia continued to just let out moans of pain, until the guy finally went deep into her bowels. As he penetrated, Julia's whole body seemed to shift violently forward. I felt rather sorry for her, but I couldn't help but giggle with delight as she was getting hers...in the end, literally.
 Ten black studs unloaded inside of Julia that night, through one hole or another. By the time the night was through, Julia laid flat on her back, spread eagle, with her womb so full of jizz it was swollen out. Jizz, mixed with blood, and KY Jelly ran from both of the holes in her lower half. Several rolls of film told the story, more than completely, and as the night ended, everyone went their own ways, swearing to keep it a secret, leaving her laying there on the floor. As for Julia, she was mysteriously missing from work for the next week, and I could never reach her by phone. When I finally did see her again, neither of us made mention of that night. After sometime, we drifted somewhat apart as friends, I don't know if it was because of what happened and/or what she knew or remembered of it or not. I seen her a couple of times after that though, one night in a late night restaurant with a black guy. Then again, about seven months after the party, and she was clearly with child. I laughed despite myself in hind sight of it all, and now I knew she had somewhat of a change of attitude towards others.