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Bomb Shelter Bondage - Part 1: Planning the perfect kidnapping

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Bomb Shelter Bondage

Part 1:    Planning the perfect kidnapping

 

It all started out as just a crazy idea.   I mean, what 35-yr old guy hasn’t fantasized at some point in their lives about having sex slaves

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to do their every whim.   Still, I never gave it much serious thought.   That all changed when I moved to a small town in Michigan …

 

I had worked since college as a Mechanical Engineer until, after 10 years, I finally got sick of having to do whatever someone else to.   So, I quit my job and started a web-based M.E. consulting business so I’m able to work at home and have other freedoms that a regular 9-to-5 job wouldn’t allow me.   I’ve always lived in big cities so I thought that I’d give small-town life a try.   I bought a place just off of one of the town’s many county roads.   It wasn’t exactly rural (I wasn’t ready to go that extreme yet) but it had a drive about a quarter-mile back into a nice wooded area.   I still had neighbors if I needed them but far enough away that I wouldn’t have to worry about Ma & Pa Kettle stopping by.

 

I’ll warn readers right now that part 1 is about only what I find and the kidnappings.  

If you don’t care, I suggest you go to the next section.

 

I was back in what can only be called a small forest raking leaves one weekend, beginning to become aware of how much yardwork would be required and starting to regret my decision to move here, when I tripped and fell over something.   “Damn, I’m starting to hate this place,” I mumbled to no one in particular.   I got up, checked my new shirt for rips, and proceeded to rake away the leaves.   At this point, I was fully expecting to find a tree-stump or some similar thing that would cause me to be forced to either do yet more labor or call my realtor.   What I found, instead, changed my life.

 

It was a hatch of some sort, with a spinning valve attached.   I gave it a turn but the thing wouldn’t budge.   “Probably rusted,” I thought.   I stuck my rake-handle in and used it at leverage.   Finally, after several attempts, it freed-up and started to move.   Removing the rake, I gave the handle a few twists and heard the clicking sound of a latch opening.

 

I lifted the lid and saw a ladder leading down into darkness.   “Cool.”   After retrieving a flashlight, I climbed down about 30 feet and started to look around.   I had found what appeared to be an old bomb shelter.   That struck me as weird until I remembered being practically between Detroit and Chicago , both likely targets.   The room itself appeared to be about 15’ X 60’ and, aside for a few cobwebs, looked not too bad.   There was a gas generator, shelves, mattress, dried food-stuffs and water supply, basic things someone would need.   I climbed back up and reclosed the hatch, not sure yet if I’d use it as a ‘Bat-Cave’ or just ignore it all-together.

 

Like most guys, I had a nice variety of porn.   While watching a dvd that night of a girl getting raped, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had found earlier that day.   I mean, what stops most people from doing what I was watching..?   Fear of getting caught or arrested later.   How do you prevent that?   Have a place no one knows about that is virtually escape-proof.   The realtor never mentioned the bomb shelter so I’m guessing that they didn’t know.   It wasn’t uncommon for people with them to keep it a secret back then so that everyone in the neighborhood wasn’t wanting to use it should the need arise.   As for escape-proof, removing part of the metal ladder and replacing it with a rope-ladder would do the trick nicely.   It would mean a lot of work but …I was actually going to do it..!

 

I decided to sleep on it but woke-up even more determined than ever to do it.   I knew that the key to this, however, was to be smart about it.   So, I decided to myself that it would be at least 9 months (the start of next summer) before I attempted it.   I wasn’t about to risk jail because I’d been impulsive…that just isn’t in my engineer nature.

 

Now, I started to look at my porn collection more as research.   I looked at all I could on bondage, torture, forced lesbian sex, humiliation tactics, anything I could think of;   From websites and story boards sprang fountains of ideas.   I decided that my captives would be trained in three stages:   Bitch, Slut, and Whore.   Finally, I had a plan containing over 200 ways to train, mentally break, and sexually torture them for my delight and amusement.  

 

I began shopping for sex toys of all kinds.   Soon, I had various dildos, anal beads and plugs, a wide range of vibrators, restraints, chairs with big holes in the seats for placing objects through, ball gags, clothespins, ear plugs, blindfolds, etc.   I also bought several costumes (of which only one I’d actually speak in) to keep them unsure of how many people were their captors.   I also purchased several pairs of velvet gloves;   I once had a female friend who said that they felt like amazing on bare skin as her boyfriend caressed her.   I even bought a pair of male puppies to serve as guards and later more.   My best purchase, however, was a liquid climax cream product that claimed to be a female Viagra when applied to a woman’s clit capable of producing numerous orgasms.   We’d soon see…

 

I was also busy cleaning and setting the bomb shelter up.   After throwing down several bug-bombs, I started to arrange it for my needs.   I removed to food and broke apart the majority of shelves.   The hardest thing to deal with was the mattress.   I finally decided to prop it up against a wall in the portion that would be unused.   The gas generator was too big to move so it had been worked into my plans.   The water system would serve a purpose in time as well.   The ladder was altered and a lockable grate was placed across the opening up-top to prevent access.

 

I’d determined that I’d use the back half as my captive area.   I lined the walls with mirrors for humiliation effect and placed a portable wheeled shelf in the middle, creating two pockets.   This way, they wouldn’t know about each other at first and later could just be used as dividers to keep them separated.   It too was lined with mirrors on both sided with a balsa-wood mirrored wall&door completing the enclosure.   I also had a one-way mirror frame that could be slide in-place of the shelf.   This would allow one to observe the other’s plight while leaving the other to the misery of their reflection.   Finally, a combination of chains, ratchets, boards, and pulleys (thank you, engineering school) would allow me to hold my prey in their areas however I wanted.   It also could be made to force a 69 or the straddling of the other’s head if I saw fit. I was certain that I would eventually on both accounts.

 

Taking things a step further, I installed in each…room…a camera & closed circuit monitor that I could view either from the remainder of the shelter or through the link to the house.   The monitors could be made to show things from a dvd machine, either of the two rooms, or a combination using split screen.   I’d also accidentally stumbled across a website demo where you could type in something and the software would produce it as words in 6 different voices:   3 male and 3 female.   This seemed perfect to help further create doubt in my captives’ minds about just how many people were holding them.

 

Now, who and where…?   I decided pretty quickly that I didn’t want the girls to be local.   For that matter, I figured that even neighboring states might be a little risky since the State Police agencies probably would have decent working relationships.   No, they had to be from farther away so I settled on Missouri .   It was less than a days’ drive but would put plenty of distance between me and the girls’ home.   …Well, soon-to-be former home, that is…   As for the “who”, I knew figured to target two girls around 14-18yrs old.   I felt fairly confident in myself at 5’9” 170lbs but didn’t want to press my luck with someone who’d been exposed to college self-defense courses.   Also, I knew that while I wouldn’t pass-up on grabbing a Hispanic, my A1 target was an Asian girl.   I mean, seriously, what guy can possibly look at a cute little Asian schoolgirl and not want fuck her..?   The second girl would me more one of opportunity but I was determined to do it within 2 hours of my first abduction to lessen the chances of anyone noticing her gone.

 

Finally, 10 months after discovering the bomb shelter, my renovations were complete and I was ready to head to Missouri .   I took with me several sweatshirts for minor disguises, a ski mask, gloves, police scanner, handcuffs, gags, blindfolds, and chloroform.   When I finally arrived around on a Tuesday morning, I hid my car along the river to the west of the city.   I figured I’d acquire another vehicle and switch so if anyone happened to see a kidnapper drive off to the west, I’d actually be making my way back east in a different car.   Tuesday during the summer meant that kids where home but less chance of adults.   After checking the paper, I spent $500 on a used van.   The owner looked too stoned to remember me so I didn’t really worry but made sure to use a fake name and then switch plates with a similar van from a retirement home.   From there, I loaded everything that I needed and then started to drive around, avoiding the busy areas as they’d be too risky.

 

I finally got my first chance at when I saw a young Asian girl on a bicycle coming towards me.   She had long black hair, red shirt, and black shorts.   I had to drive passed and then turn around, my heart racing as I checked again for signs of coming cars.   Seeing none, I donned my ski mask and took a deep breath.   …The whole thing happened in only 15 seconds but felt like forever…   I cut the front of the van in- front of her bike.   Thud – Her tire hits my vehicle but by this time I’m already out the driver side door and racing around the vehicle, nervous as all hell.   She’s ok but in shock, first from what happened and then from seeing a masked figure.   Clap! – I place my left   hand behind her head and the chloroform-ragged right hand over her face.   Panic is setting in to both of us now but the drug causes her to go limb after what were actually mere moments but felt to me like an eternity.   As fast as I could, I opened to side van door and tossed her in, followed quickly by her Trek bicycle.   Around to the driver’s seat I go, my heart ready to explode from a strange mix of excitement and fear, and I’m off with my first prize…

 

After 5 minutes, went I’m sure that I’m not being followed nor having heard anything on the scanner, I pull into a vacant parking lot and secure my prey more thoroughly.   She appears rather pretty as she rests…   First, I apply the handcuffs with her arms behind her back.   Then, I apply the gag before finally adding the blindfold.   I also give her a longer dose of chloroform just to be on the safe side.

 

I changed my plate and sweatshirt and proceeded to look for Girl #2.   After nearly two hours, I was beginning to get desperate since no other “safe for me” opportunities had presented themselves yet.   I was almost ready to settle with one-now, one-later when what should my eyes spot but a blonde jogger rounding the corner.   She had shoulder-length hair and was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts with “CHEER!” across the butt.   I’d always thought that girls who wore words on their butts wanted people to notice.   Unfortunately for her, I had…

 

Unlike before, I decided to let her jog towards me;   Too much of a chance of her evading my van since she was on foot.   I drove slowly towards her and, at the last possible second, swerved out of my lane and nearly onto the very sidewalk she was jogging on.   As fast as I could, I jumped out of my seat and lunged at her.   She was startled   but I had surprise on my side.   Luckily.   She too tried to get away when the realization of what was happening hit her.   By then, however, the drug was taking effect and it was a matter of an few seconds before she was inside the van as well.   I drove west to the drive and my car’s hiding spot.   It was nearly by the time I switched them from the van to my trunk.   I applied one more chloroform dose each and then closed the lid.   I was also determined to lose the van, maybe for good, so I pushed it into the river.   That way, any evidence would be long destroyed if they ever happened to find it.   I’d actually done it…

 

Willow and the Widow Chapter 1

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My name is Joseph, I just celebrated my 21 birthday and I am King of my world. I am not the average Joe, I just made my first million and soon to be maried and already have some kids on the way.

 

Let me back up a few weeks! During high school I did not chase pussy or play games. I come from a broken home with only my mom Marie (16 years my senior) and two sisters Tammy (5 years older) and Michelle (2 years younger) and less not for get about Grandma Roth (40 years my senior). All of my life I had to deal with women so I never looked for trouble. I had a goal to make a lot of money, live my life on my terms and say fuck the

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establishment.

 

Back in school I had no problem speaking my mind or forcing my will on others. I had met several people some I even liked. At night I went to a local collage (I lied to admissions to attend) I studied finance and accounting and real-estate. And I work at a bank to learn about how money really controls all. The pay was good so was I. By the time I graduated from high school I had my real-estate license and was ready to test for my CPA.

 

I used my knowledge and my boss at the bank to take over defaulted homes and business. This is how I amassed my wealth. I was able to move my family into a better home, and provide for them in many ways because of it. I also made a reputation of being a “Dog in the Hunt”, nothing stood in my way.  

 

One night I was on my Harley checking on buildings on the poor side of town. It was 8pm when I stopped for a stop sign and noticed a local laundry mat. Through the large window is when I first saw her, she was a woman in her late thirties, dark hair, very large breast and a hard body of an Amazon warrior. I thought I would bust a nut just looking at her. I was frozen in time just staring from the darkness. I was awaken when I heard a familiar voice calling my dream woman MOM! It was a class mate of mine “Willow” she was a very very plain girl, I remember her only because in school others would talk about her behind her back saying how her mom had shot her dad in a fight. And she never wore any make up. This I thought was strange for so many reasons. Willow had something special about her, something that came from inside.

 

I drove off before I was spotted. The building they lived and worked in was owned by my bank so I bought the lease. My desire was simple I would have Willows MOM, and even Willow her self. This had nothing to do with love it was pure lust!! I was not a virgin by any means, I learned early from my Grandma but that was a different story for later. And there had been others I practiced on as I made my way along. So I developed a plan for the conquest of Willows mom. Her name is Betty, and in deed did kill her husband with a gun. So I was not going to be foolish.

 

My plan was find out every thing I could about Betty and Willow , then move step by step to my goal. I was ready to make my move, it started with me walking in to the laundry mat to have my suits done. My suits cost a few hundred dollars each and I placed them on the counter for servicing. Betty walked up to the counter it was hard not to stare or drool, I was able to speak well. She looked at my suits then at me, her blue-green eyes showed contempt and her voice was strong yet feminine. Her words caught me by surprise, “Well stud aren’t you on the wrong side of the tracks?” So I knew she was not a light weight and gave it back to her “No Love, there are no barrier for me!” she just smiled and winked as he filled out the order form. This is when I seen Willow doing something in the back, she was watching me but would stare. I smiled and called her name with this she came fourth with a hello; her mom was to the side trying to monitor our contact.

 

Mr. Wilson how are you? Is what I heard from Willow ? I easily corrected her with a Willow call me Joe please! And our conversation ensued until mom stepped in and handed me my receipt with instructions for her daughter to go back to work. This lady was a hard bitch in more then one way. But I was not going to let her get the upper hand, well Willow it was good to see you again and next time we need to do it not at work, then I left with a feeling inside that pleased me.

 

Two days later I returned to get my suits and take one more step forward. As I entered the shop the small bell announced my presence and again Betty approached with her hot body and after our transaction I inquired about Willow and asked to speak to her.   Her mom was becoming a little defensive and tried to pry what I wanted her for, this bitch was starting to be a real ball buster and I then downed on me I was starting to get in to this, she was just as arrogant as I am.   I stepped back and took in all of her I could, her hair was up, her dress stuck to her firm body because of the heat. My cock was hard as a rock and she know it! With the strength of conviction I said that is none of your business as long as she was over 18!! Just then Willow joined us with a shy smile and a hello Joe, Betty and me held our ground so I took one more step. Willow , when can you get out of here so we can do dinner? You could have heard a pin drop! No one moved and Willows mouth opened in shock then just as fast closed. Before Betty could speak Willow said it was up to mom. That but mom in the middle she and I both knew. Betty could only say “Go have fun Honey, her is my cell” Willow wanted to change so I went to my car and put the suits it the trunk. All the while mom was watching me, she wanted so bad to come out and say something but then out popped Willow and off we went, of course I waved to Betty as I drove off with her plain and still a virgin daughter.

 

Willow and I went to the most expensive restaurant in town, The Red Carpet. It is wear more money and business in conducted then the board room. Willow was out of her element and she hung on me so tight. Most of the patrons knew me here, and I was in the mood to show off Willow , call it a moral booster for her. I asked for a table in the back and we eat and talked, I was really starting to like Willow , and I found my self rethinking my goals and how I seen her. Yes she was as plain and simple as they come no complexities, simple ambitions and no demands. I found out this was her first date and she was 19 then. Her closes where loss fitting and it was not until just this moment I discovered her body to be as attractive as her moms only with out the mileage. She had a pleasant figure and her breasts were still developing. After some time she started smiling then laughing. She confessed she had never thought some one would ask her out and I asked if I could put my arm around her? I did, then I softly stroked her cheek with my hand her skin was so very soft. I looked her in her eyes I told her I was going to kiss her unless she said no, she moved closer to me for her first kiss. She was scared and looked down, I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to me and kissed her on the lips. To my amassment she opened her mouth to my tongue and we kiss so deeply I lost my self in its warmth. As we separated from the most fulfilling kiss I have ever had. I could only say whaw! She smiled devilishly at her feet.

 

We left and went for a walk and talked some more. I took her hand as we walked. We spotted a park bench and looked at momma duck and her offspring swimming by.   My arm was around Willow back no words were said and we kissed again. Willow was the first to brake the silence. Joe, I knew I am no beauty and I also know you are very rich and could have any woman you wanted so why me, why now? To these words I felt sick to my stomach, Willow was more then I had anticipated, she would complete me. Oh Willow I know that I can have any women I want, it would be because I have a lot of money and not me. I am looking for something more I do not know what it is but I thank it will be with you are someone like you. You do not ask for anything but are willing to give everything. Do you know just how special and rare that is? She was now crying in to my chest both of my arms around her holding her becoming one with her. I was now feeling my cock growing and I did not want Willow to know it.  

 

I stood and said it was late and was should go. As we drove Willow moved close to me and laid her head on my shoulder, one hand moving up and down my arm. This was having an effect on me that needed some relief. I was glade Willows eyes where closed or she would have know exactly what was up, at least 7 inches any way. Then Willow nearly killed us when she said “Joe, are you going to fuck me tonight?” I nearly lost control of the car but managed to stop and pull over with a WHAT? coming from my mouth. She smiled and said you know I am a virgin; I have never tasted a cock or even seen one other then in books. I have been enjoying what is happening with yours, so I am asking are you going to fuck me tonight?

 

I thought a thousand things in a matter of seconds from how I wanted to fuck her to being the next victim of her mothers rage. I also knew my next utterance would determine both of our lives in the most profound way. My steps where tripping me up and my desire for her mother was still there but now I wanted Willow . I kissed her and said, do you know how special a gift it is you just offered me? I will not lie, I want you in the most profound way, but it would not be true love. It would be a hunter taking an innocent flower. I will not take you Willow not now it would be wrong, I could not do that to you. She had tears in her eyes when she kissed me hotly. Willow said her mom has told her that guys only wanted sex and once they got it they moved on to the next victim of their lust. I pretended to be shocked but confirmed what her mom said. Willow moved closer and said either I do not excite you or you care and respect me. I can tell I excite you to which he squeezed my very hard cock so I guess you have feeling for me? She was right I had to admit it I do feel some thing for her.

 

Willow had my cock in her hand stroking it through my slacks. She would look down at it then back at me with a smile. Joe she said so softly, I want to give my cherry blossom to you. It is yours when ever you want it, do you under stand, I could only nod my head. She squeezed my cock so hard I though a tunicate was on it. Then she smiled and said you may not want to pop my cherry now but I will have you NUT NOW. So either take us some ware private or I am going to pull it out here ware we are parked! I gunned the gas looking for a quite place.

 

We went to the lake and parked at a location I have always enjoyed coming to. She wanted me to take my cock out so she could see it. I said get in the back seat first, I was leaking pre-cum and walked with a limp getting in to the back of my beamer. I said Willow are you sure of this? She affirmed with a nod and a smile. She reminded me of a kid on Christmas morning waiting for their parents to say go for it. I started to tease her oh Willow do you want my lally pop, she went wild grabbing my belt then my zipper, I thought she would rip my slacks before I could lifted my ass for her to pull then down to my ankles. She stopped and looked at my boxers and the snake in it pre-cum had stained them and It wanted out bad. She then looked in to my eyes with wanting lust she was hungry and I was the main course. I laughed and said it’s all yours baby go for it. She dove at my boxer and finished unwrapping her present. It stood erect like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, she gasped and said “Oh My GOD, IT” S HUGES , JOE!! And I want IT”. She played with it and started stroking it, I was in total heaven and was enjoying the ride. The tip was wet and shiny from pre-cum from what had developed over the evening. I said ok Honey what now, she yanked my cock so hard I thought she was trying to pull it off, maybe she was! Then she kissed the head and the next thing I knew my cock was gone and replaced with Willows head, my god I gasped as she took me in her mouth and fed it with both hands. The only sound was the slurping of my cock. I do not know how much she took in and did not care. Her tongue was circling the head and was going to erupt. I said Willow pull it out I am going to shot my load. Hell this cock bitch held on and started jacking me off faster in her mouth. I BLOW and BLOW my nuts hurt when I was do. And she swallowed very drop and would not let go. I told her to take it out, reluctantly she did but stayed close the her lally pop.

 

She and I where both breathing hard my god baby that was the best head I have ever had, where did you learn to give a blowjob? She looked up from my lap still holding my cock kissing it softly “it was my first time, did I do it right?” fuck yes you did it right Willow I thank you sucked my balls out the end of my dick. We both started laughing so hard our sides started hurting and we where both crying because of it.

 

By now it was ten and we agreed she needed to get home before her mom called the police or the hospital. As we slowly drove she reminisced. Joe thank you for the best night of my life, I will never for get it as long as I live. I said Willow tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives and I too will always remember our first date. She screamed so loud, I said WHAT? you mean you want to take me out again, Oh yes Willow you are mine now. Yes Joe I am and I will do what ever you want, just ask!!!

 

Continued >>>>

Water Torture

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Ilsa was in a daze as the two Nazis led her to a waiting automobile, where she was blind folded and told to be quiet. As one of a handful of under ground agents working for the allies in Austria, Ilsa was a prize catch that the Gestapo hoped they could squeeze for valuable information on the extent of the under ground activities in Austria as well as Germany. The car came to a stop and Ilsa was led still blind folded into a building where she was pushed into a chair and told to be quiet. Several minutes passed, until Ilsa was told by a feminine voice to remove her eye covering. When she pulled of the scarf covering her eyes, she was looking directly into the face of Marie Krupp, the notorious head of the Gestapo torture department. Looks could be deceiving, because Marie Krupp was a v
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ery beautiful woman, but the stories told about her, promised that this was going to be far from a enjoyable meeting! "Fraulein Hoffmeyer," Marie said smoothly, "why don't you save yourself a lot of discomfort by telling us all we want to know about your subversive activities in our country!!!" "Never," spat back Ilsa, "I'll never tell you a thing, you bitch!!!" Out of nowhere, Marie Krupp caught Ilsa across the face with a leather riding crop that nearly knocked her out! "My, my, such language," a still soft voiced Marie continued, "if you continue to displease me, we can make you exceedingly uncomfortable!!!" Ilsa, still stunned from the shot to the cheek, didn't answer, while trying to shake the cob webs from her head. Marie Krupp, however, went on, "I'm offering you one last chance, tell me about your organization or accept the consequences!!!" Ilsa, now able to speak, but a bit haltingly replied, "I told you never, and I meant it!" This time, Marie didn't strike out at her prisoner, instead she went over to a guard and whispered something in his ear. What ever she said to him made him laugh evilly, and Ilsa knew that that probably wasn't good news for her!!!

"Okay, take and get her ready, I'll be along shortly," Marie ordered the burly guard! He came over and grabbed her roughly by the arm and practically dragged her down the hall to a spartan room that only had a couple of chairs and what looked like a doctor's examining table. Also in the room was another agent, who stood calmly by the table, as if he was waiting for her. "Take off all your clothes," the man by the table ordered, "and make it snappy!" Ilsa surveyed the situation and realized it would be pointless to refuse, because if the stories were true, these to Nazis would have liked nothing better than to beat her senseless and then take her things off for her, so she slowly began removing her dress. When she was stark naked, the smaller, and it seemed more humane of the two agents asked her to please climb up on the table and lie down on her back. After she was in position, her arms were strapped tightly with restraints, and her legs were forced wide apart and then buckled into position. Unable to move, Ilsa could only imagine all sorts of painful terrors that awaited her. To her surprise, however, instead of inflicting great bodily harm to her, the young guard sat down on a stool between her legs and lathered her entire pubic area with soap, and after only a few seconds later, he produced a long straight razor and began meticulously saving her pubes. While not painful, Ilsa couldn't help but tense up as her most private parts were being displayed in front of the two strange men. When he was finished shaving her, the young guard, who Ilsa later found out was name Dieter, nodded to his partner, who in turn went to the door and summoned Maire Krupp back to the room.

"Well, well," intoned Krupp, "you look as smooth as a new born baby, Fraulein Hoffmeyer!" "What are you going to do to me," asked Ilsa in a trembling voice? "Oh my," Krupp said gaily, "I believe our visitor is a little nervous, well, don't worry about a thing, because today is your lucky day, and I guarantee that none of us here will harm even one hair on your pretty little head!" Ilsa knew better than to trust Marie Krupp, but she couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief at the probably empty promise. "Tape," Krupp ordered, and Dieter dutifully handed her a roll of white surgical tape of which Krupp then tore off a six or seven inch piece and stepped between Ilsa's splayed legs. Positioning the end of the length of tape on her left labial lip, she pulled it hard to the side, pulling Ilsa's vagina halfway open. Krupp then connected the other end of the tape to the inside of Ilsa's thigh, which in turn held her pussy open, while then taking the other piece of tape and repeating the procedure on the other lip. Ilsa's cunt was now more than exposed, it was pulled wide apart and held in place by the two strong pieces of medical tape. "My, my," Marie Krupp said, "she looks like she's ready to get fucked!!!" "Would you like that dear," asked Krupp, "would you like to have Helmut here stick his cock into you and fuck you hard until you cum!?!" It was a rhetorical question, because before Ilsa even had a chance to reply, Maire Krupp continued on, "No, I don't believe you would like that, and since you don't want it, I will respect your wishes and leave your little pussy unfucked!" Ilsa knew that something terrible was about to happen, but she couldn't do anything about it. As she was contemplating her fate, Dieter had slid what looked like a small metal hose into position about eighteen inches above her vagina. It didn't look sinister, but Ilsa knew better, all this sweet talk by Marie Krupp was just a stall until she got around to doing her dirty work.

When the apparatus was finally in place, Maire Krupp again took over and said softly, "Ilsa, I am giving you one more chance to tell me what you know about the underground, if you don't, well then, it's out of my hands!!!" "Growing more terrified by the minute, Ilsa in a bold defiant voice said, "No way will I tell you Nazi bastards anything, so do what ever you must to me, but I will remain silent!!!" A small smile crept over Marie Krupp's lips and she replied, "No, Ilsa, you will finally beg me to listen to you, and you will gladly tell me all that you know!" Marie gave a curt nod to Dieter, who pulled on a lever that in a matter of seconds allowed drops of water to fall from the end of the metal hose and on down to Ilsa's crotch where it hit just to the left of her clitoris. Marie reached up and carefully adjusted the end of the hose until the drips were hitting directly on Ilsa's clit. "Now fraulein, "Maire Krupp offered, "let us see how long it takes you to have an orgasm from the steady dripping of water as your only partner!!!" Ilsa felt sweat begin to break out on her forehead as the relentless dripping continued massaging her now totally erect clitoris. "My, my," intoned Marie Krupp, "look at how her clit is betraying her, I don't think I've ever seen one quite that large, have you Dieter?" The two of them laughed out loud as Ilsa desperately tried to keep her clit under control! Marie began caressing Ilsa's large chest and twisting her nipples, which in turn caused Ilsa's cunt to flood itself with even more pussy juice. Just when Ilsa thought she was about to go over the edge, out of nowhere, Dieter appeared with a syringe full of a clear liquid that could for all Ilsa knew be full of water. Marie took the syringe and slowly shoved it into Ilsa' arm while saying, "I can see that you're trying to resist your orgasm, well this will help you do just that, and in a few seconds it will be impossible for you to have a climax, and I promise you that in a while you will beg me to give you relief!"

Ilsa didn't really feel anything happening, but she had to admit that by now she normally would have had two or three orgasms. Marie ordered Dieter to suck on Ilsa's nipples, and with the young Nazi's mouth attached to her nipple, Ilsa felt the familiar feeling welling up in her surging cunt! "Hah," thought Ilsa, "I won't have any trouble cumming at all, I'm almost there now, but while waiting for the usual rush to rip through her vagina, she all at once got the sinking feeling Marie was right, because try as she might, she couldn't quite get over the hump! Her clit was now on fire in a way it had never been before! The insistent sucking of her nipples was sending a current of electricity directly to her crotch, but no amount of concentration could get her over the top! "Well, Ilsa," Marie asked smoothly, "are you ready to tell what I need to know!?!" Ilsa, now in great distress, shook her head violently and emphatically, NO!!! Marie Krupp just smiled and said, "Maybe a little show will put you more in the mood to cooperate, and with that, she slid out of her clothes and had Helmut do the same. While he may have been little more than muscle to keep prisoners in line, when he dropped his pants, Ilsa could see the largest cock she had ever seen in her life! "You like," asked Marie, while stroking the big cock in her right hand, "Helmut may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but you can see why I keep him around!!!" Ilsa was now in a state of almost a sexual frenzy! She tried her best to hide it, but when Helmut turned Marie around and took her from behind, Ilsa let out a long low moan that coincided with Marie's. The only difference was, that Marie had two hard orgasms in quick succession, while Ilsa was still hanging on the precipice of climax! After she had recovered from her cum, Marie came over to Ilsa and dabbed the sweat from her face and said sweetly, "Mmmm, that was so good, Helmut has such a wonderful penis, I came so fucking hard, but have to admit that I lied to you, I'm afraid we are going to have to let Helmut fuck you so you can feel how big and hard he is!"

Dieter moved the dripping water away from Ilsa's cunt, only to be replaced by the hulking Nazi who was running his cock up and down Ilsa's dripping slit. "Ilsa couldn't even speak, she was in such a high state of sexual arousal, but when Helmut buried his meat deep inside of her with one hard thrust, Ilsa screamed in ecstasy as the huge "hammer" pounded her into submission! "Is it good, dear," Marie asked soothingly, "don't you just love his big pecker inside of you!?!" By now Ilsa was totally gone, and all she could do was babble incomprehensibly, but the gist of it was that she was getting the fucking of her life!!! Marie Krupp leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Can you tell me now what you know, dear fraulein?!?" Ilsa moved her lips but no sound came out, except for the guttural growl of a wild animal in heat. Marie leaned over and took a hard nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, driving Ilsa to even greater heights! She was beginning to think that she might die right there on the table, her need for sexual release was so great, and while she didn't want to betray her cause, it was becoming very apparent that something was going to give! Marie again whispered into her ear, "Ilsa darling, just nod your head if you will cooperate, if you do, I promise you that within thirty seconds you will have the orgasm of your life!!!" It was over and Ilsa knew it, she couldn't hold out for another second, and so with great reluctance she nodded her head yes, while Dieter, standing by with syringe in hand, quickly stepped in and gave Ilsa a second injection, this one an antidote to the first. With all of her sexual energy concentrated on the tip of her clitoris, it was only a matter of moments until Ilsa's vagina was being not only ravaged by Helmut's monster cock, but by a whirlwind climax that tore through her like a raging tornado! With all the pent up sexual energy, Ilsa came for what seemed to her to be hours, even though it was only for a minute or two! When she finally came down from her high, Marie caressed her head in her arms and whispered what a good little slut she had been. Marie gave Dieter a nod, and he again arranged the water spout over her now gaping pussy. Ilsa whispered hoarsely that she was ready to cooperate, and pleaded with the Nazi bitch to leave her alone, but Marie smiled a sadistic smile and said evenly, "Oh dear, Ilsa, we are having too much fun to stop now, I think another two or three orgasms should just about do it!"

Drip, drip, drip, it was happening all over again! A sharp jab in her arm and the drug began to work its magic! Ilsa let her head roll to the side just in time to see Helmut mounting Marie Krupp and pounding his dick deep into her pussy! Her own clit began to careen out of control! It was going to be a long night!!!

 

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Willow and the Widow Chapter 2

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Willow and I had been dating for several weeks now. She was changing from a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, a plain girl into a woman. We always had a blast when we went out I would never allow Willow to remove her panties and I would never touch her vagina. Told her it was a safety valve that would set in motion a fire that would consume both of use. She would show her sadness but would agree.

 

Her mom was giving me the evil eye and tried the third degree every time I stopped by. I would barely give her t

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he time of date. It was a Saturday night and I was dropping off Willow , it was earlier then usual when I drop her off but still dark. We had not gone to the lake that night but still had fun.

 

My routine was to walk her to the door and kiss her good night. But as I was returning to my car I heard Betty and seen a faint glow from a cigarette. Betty always got to the point. “Did you Fuck Her?” I went straight to her in a faster then normal pace. It was time to see who had the biggest balls, and I was determined to win. I slapped Betty right a cross her pretty face. She was sitting down and when I hit her she fell over on her side. She was not prepared for it and I was not going to let her regain composure. I grabbed her by her hair stood her up and slapped her back down. I grabbed her hair again and drug her over to my car and made her face me. I yelled Bitch how dare you say that. I should kick you ass right now. Willow is the most important person in my life, she is my friend more than that, she is my true love. Betty was scared and I was pissed, I ripped her emotions out of her when I was done Betty was crying. I was not done so I gave Betty a chance to say some thing. I was towering over Betty as she lay upon the ground beside my car. Again how dare you Bitch! She started to babble, you have taken my daughter away from me, my friend told me you bought my home and business I have nothing left.

 

It was time for the final strike, she had a point I did own her home and business, Willow would do what ever I wanted. My next step, I pulled Betty up to my face, with fire I let it go. Bitch, yes I own your home and Business, but no body owns Willow , She is a woman and will chose her own path now. And as far as you having nothing left, an evil grin and I bent her over my car, her firm butt was facing me I held her down and lifted her dress with my free hand then ripped off her panties. Then she knew what was coming and started to fight like a wild dog, hell I loved it, I was so fucking hard. Then a soft voice pierced the night, it was Willow and she placed a hand on my shoulder saying, “Not here Joe, some one may see you”. Betty and I looked at her in total shock, Willow said take her in the house. Betty was gone she had been beaten not by my actions but Willow ’s words. We made Betty go into the house. It was small, a two bedroom flat, and no frills. Betty’s room was at the back of the hall, as we passed Willow ’s room, she stopped an kissed me good night, and said have fun and I will see you two tomorrow. Betty tried to run but I placed a foot out to trip her, it was successful she fell hard to the floor and I pounced on her like a cobra. Grabbing her arm and pushing her along laughing out obesities “I am going to pound you in to next week Bitch” “When I am done you will drink my cum like milk and love it” all she said was “No Joe don’t do this, don’t RAPE me” “Please no, you are hurting me, please stop”. When we got to her bed I through her on it face down and started to rip her dress and bra off. She was trying to fight and still pleading with me to stop. Once she was naked I stepped back and admired her beautiful body. She turned around and watched me undress. Still pleading until she seen my instrument of pleasure. Her voice got soft and her body was trembling. “Oh Joe please don’t I am not on the pill” I smiled and walked towards her with my erection bouncing. She said you want me pregnant? With my child hell yes! You bastard!! Yes Betty I am and soon you will be my BITCH.

 

This was not going to be pleasant, no niceties only pure fucking and rape. I through my self on the bed and pined her under me. She was struggling but not a match for me. I lined my cock up to her pussy and started rubbing it along the lips of her vagina. She was hot and wet and she knew I knew it. I said to Betty put it in!! No! Yes!! no! YES! and her hand slowly moved down between us as we started dry humping each other. Once she reached my cock she started stroking me. Her face was turned away from my so I whispered in her ear. Betty when I first seen you I knew I wanted you as my lover. She then looked at me, you did all of this including use Willow just to fuck me? It started out that way but now I really care about Willow . She asked then why did you stop fucking Willow ? A small smile Betty, Willow is still a virgin. With out another word Betty thrusted my cock in her. We both gasp and I took over, I slide my cock up her very tight pussy until my balls laid on her ass. She went rigged and rapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed. I could not move in or out. Betty was gasping louder and cussing. “Oh Mother Fucker your cock is so wonderful and fucking big” her hand grabbed my ears and forced me to look in to her face. You wanted to fuck me? You want to knock me up?   Well then get it done STUD.

 

She loosened her grip and gave her self to me. As I driving hard in to her then pull back then in again slowly at first then faster and harder. Betty was keeping pass with me first with moans then commands of “FASTER” HARDER” and that’s it KEEP DOING IT, OH GOD I CUMMMMMMMIIINNGGG. I found out then Betty is a screamer, you will knew when she has an orgasm, she must have had several during our interlude. Betty was a HOT ride I can not use words to describe being with her. I can easily say once you get her going hang on and be prepared to be dominated. She kept up with me I was on cloud nine. Betty was now yelling “Oh JOE I got mine cum and get yours daddy! I knew you love my HOY pussy, is it burning you dick? Blow you NUT I want it, fill me up, Knock me up Mother Fucker”. I could hold off no longer my balls got tight my cock was on fire. I yelled you want it Bitch her it cummmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!! I held my cock deep in Betty and shot after fertile shot went into her. She pulled me into her caressing me loving me and the moment. I said now who’s your Daddy? Oh god Joe you are! We held each other and kissed with passion. She was going to give me a child! We fell a sleep in each others arms.

 

During the night I awoke to see Betty sitting in the box window, she was sill nude. What is it Betty? Joe I am old enough to be you mother, why do you want me to give you a child. You have so much and I have nothing. I joined Betty on the ledge and pulled her to me. So Betty you do not want to have my child? Oh no Joe I do, I Will, then you love me? I guess I do. Where do we go from here? How about back to bed? you got me hard again Joe can I get on top? My god Betty is hot.

 

The next morning I heard Betty say come on in. I opened my eyes Betty was laying across my chest with one of her firm leg draped over mine. It was Willow with a look of shock on her face. What did you think would happen when you gave me to Joe last night? Mom are you pregnant? I heard you last night. If not now very very soon right Daddy Joe?   What happens now? It was my turn We are going to build a big house and all of us are going to live there and raise our family. With sadness and wander in her eyes I asked what is wrong Willow? Are you and mom getting marred Joe? No Willow you mom is my mistress if she will have me? Betty said Oh hell ya. Willow had a question but was afraid to ask. Willow spit it out, I demanded, She jumped in shock, What about me Joe? I am glade you asked. Betty was getting up and now stood naked next to Willow . Willow will you marry me? Willow and Betty both repeated it. Well? Oh god yes Joe then she started to take of her clothes. Willow what are you doing? With a devilish grin you ARE going to have my CHERRY BLOSSOM NOW!! Betty started laughing loudly What are you laughing about? Betty was in the door way and turned looking at me as Willow climbed on top, Well STUD you started this!!! I always finish what I start.

 

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Asherian Gets Raped By Her Lover

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Asherian is a 16 year old girl who is always very depressed, and rather confused about what to do with her life. Everyday, it was the same routine. Wake up, get bitched at by her stepmother, get threatened, drive to school smoking cigarrette after cigarrette until she got there. Go through classes, being as social as possible making it look as if she were the happiest person alive, go to practice. She was captain of the cheerleading team, so she had a very big responsibility to take care of. After practice she would go to work, by the time she got off work she was so tired that all she felt like doing was going home and getting sleep. Of course the first thing to happen when she got home was a lecture from her father, about how she needs to get home earlier, and straighten up her life.

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Everyday, it was the same thing. She could never please anyone. Then one day while she was at work, there was this man that noticed her, and politely stated that she shouldn't look so miserable, that she was beautiful and with a face like that she should never frown. By the time that the man left he had her feeling very confident about herself. The next day when she went into work the same man was there, sitting at the same table as the night before. With a big smile on her face she walks over to him and asks for his phone number. Him being very reluctant gives it to her and asks what she is doing that day. She was only coming in to pick up her paycheck, but her father thought that she had to work that day, so she looked at the man with a big smile on her face and says, "well hopefully spending the rest of the day with you, that is if you wouldn't mind." The man quickly responded to her request "I would never have a problem with spending a day with you." The whole day she felt like she was the most beautiful girl on earth. They talked about many things, found that they had a lot in common, and at the end of the night he kissed her softly. She didn't get home as late as all the other nights, which shocked her father, and he didn't say a word to her as she walked in the door, he just kind of smiled and told her that he loved her and goodnight. She had never heard him be so sincere before. The next week was rather hectic for she was working a whole lot, and getting ready for competition. When all of the chaos was over with she called Jonny, the man whom she had a great time with. After hearing his voice she became very happy, and forgot all about the stress that she had built up. They had decided to go out to a fine dinner, and then a movie. So she quickly began getting ready, dressing in a very beautiful pink and white shirt that showed just a little of her cleavage, a pink mini skirt, with a pair of white slip on shoes. As he came to pick her up she instantly remembered about her father coming home. Luckily him meeting her father went very well, infact, her father actually liked Jonny. That night they went out to a very nice restaurant, had a beautiful time. Then went back to his place to watch a movie. When he said movie she was thinking theatre, but she didn't mind, actually, she really didn't like theatres much. As they start watching the movie, he slides closer to her and puts her head upon his chest and starts sliding his fingers into her hair, playing with it gently. This was the best time she had ever experienced in her whole life. She didn't want this moment to end. He puts his hand under her chin and lifts her head up and presses his lips to hers and kisses her gently, then moves his hand up under her shirt. Taking her head away from him she looks down at his hand and pulls it out of her shirt. He then forces her to lay down on the couch, as she pushes him away he slaps her and grabs her hands holding them back. She then starts screaming trying to get away from him, but he was way stronger then her. It felt as though he was about to break her wrists from clenching onto them so tightly. Keeping her held down so well, he takes off her shirt, and bra, basically ripping them off of her. He then picks her up and takes her to his bedroom. As he throws her down on the bed she starts to get back up, but then he grabs her by the hair and throws her back down, and handcuffs her to the bed. As he handcuffs her to the bed he whispers into her ear "If you would have given in, I wouldn't have to do this and I would love you forever." She starts kicking at him as he stands up. He grabs her ankles then rips off her skirt, then notices that she has no undies on. He then looks at her "Well, you certainly came prepared, even though you are fighting me. Kind of makes a person wonder if you get off on this." He then gets on top of her and starts fucking her very hard, making her scream in pain. Tears rolling down her face she then says "Why are you doing this to me? You said that I was the most beautiful being that you had ever seen. Evidentally you lied to me." She then starts kicking her legs again, as she does this he rams his hard cock into her deeper making it hurt even more, then says "If you don't stop kicking I'm really going to hurt you bitch." She then starts thinking of what he whispered to her earlier, and then says "If me giving in will make you love me, then fine you can have me, all of me, however you want, whenever you want. All, I want is love." He then smiles at her "Your finally starting to enjoy this aren't you, you little fucking whore." She nods in agreement, just to please him, so that she may have someone to love her. After being fucked so hard, he takes her home, giving her a soft gentle kiss, and says "I will be yours forever, as long as you will never try to keep your body from me." She agrees with him, and returns the soft gentle kiss. Even though she felt rather horrible about what he did to her, she could not resist him, for she felt like she was falling in love with him. They stayed together for two years, until he moved on, and did the same to another innocent girl.

Gang Party - One Way To Hell

Fat on Forced Stories

Brenda couldn’t believe her eyes. She and Jason had broken up only a week ago and while she had stayed home crying he had apparently been busy.

 

She had only come to the party because Kylie her best friend had convinced her to.   And now there he was with some slut kissing. She backed away and left the house running.

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Jason had told her she was too much of a “prude” and that he didn’t want such a serious relationship right now. He wanted to have fun while he was young. They were both 20 and had been dating for a whole year. She really felt he was the one. Suddenly he just dumped her and worst of all for that bitch!

 

She took a big breath and let the night air fill her lungs.

 

After a while Kylie came out of the house looking for her.

 

“What’s wrong honey?

 

“He’s there… with that slut. Didn’t you see?”

 

“So what? Baby you need to let him go and start living life again. Fuck him. If you’re going to let him get to you then he wins.”

 

“I’m just so sad.”

 

“Brenda what you need is to have a big hunk of a man fuck your brains out.”

 

They both laughed.

 

“Now come back inside and have fun. There’s some amazing guys in there.”

 

Brenda wiped her tears and followed Kylie back in. Her friend introduced her to Kevin who was giving the party. This was his parents’ house.

 

They started dancing and drinking and after a while Brenda just let go and they started kissing and feeling each other.

 

She was wearing a short pink skirt with boots that went up to the knees and net stockings. A white blouse that left her stomach free completed her outfit.

 

Tall and beautiful Brenda had never explored the power she had over men. With long black curly hair hazel eyes and soft white skin along with a pair of thin lips she was a sight for sour eyes. She had medium sized breasts that filled a hand but were not enormous. They were firm and with pink nipples that got huge when sucked. She had an innocent look and that only made her more attractive.

 

Kevin took her to his room. She was a little dizzy with all the alcohol she had in her system. She had refused to drink but Kevin had insisted so she had obeyed. He laid her down on the bed and started kissing her neck. He took a hand to her right breast and squeezed. She moaned. His tongue went deep into her mouth as he kissed her softly. She sucked it and then got her tongue inside his mouth too as he did the same.

 

That moment someone opened the door but Brenda had her eyes closed as Kevin was kissing her neck and going down into her breasts. She didn’t notice someone was there until she heard Kevin talk.

 

“You mind if my friend joins us?”

 

She looked at the guy at the door. He was tall like Kevin but less hot. Kevin was blonde with blue crystal eyes. This guy was bald and seemed a little high.

 

Before she could answer he closed the door behind him and kneeled beside the bed. Kevin lifted her blouse and both guys started sucking her tits.

 

She was a little drunk, sad and very excited and she decided to let things happen.

 

Both her tits were getting sucked slowly. Their tongues kept playing with her nipples.

 

Kevin took her blouse off and the bald guy took her hand and put it on his crotch. She could see that he had a huge cock.

 

Although Brenda had never been with more than a man the thought had been in her mind more than once.

 

She had her nipples shining with saliva from the guys. Kevin was kissing and sucking her neck while the other guy kept going at her tits. He pulled her nipples to him hurting her but also pleasuring her. She moaned with the pain but didn’t protest. While Kevin took his clothes off to reveal a fit body and a bigger than average cock the bald guy lifted her skirt and ripped her net stockings to reveal her black panties. He pushed them aside and spit on his finger. Then he rubbed it on her clit while she breathed heavily. Kevin also fondled her pussy once he was naked.

 

She had two guys feeling her wet cunt and her tits. Four hands on her body. While Kevin got two fingers in and out of her the bald guy was rubbing her clit. Then both guys fingered her. Each put a finger inside her at the same time while squeezing her tits.

 

Kevin then got to her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. The other guy opened her legs wide and started sucking her clit keeping two fingers inside her.

 

She started jerking Kevin while doing her best to suck him as far as she could. He pushed more than half his cock inside her mouth and she struggled for air. Then he got a knee to the other side. He was now right in front of her face. Her arms were between his legs and she held his ass as he started fucking her mouth holding her face up by the hair.

 

She still had her boots on and the ripped net stockings. Getting her mouth fucked while someone went down on her was the best thing she had ever felt. She had never been so excited. When Kevin got out of bed she saw the bald guy naked. He had a huge monster cock.

 

“Brenda is a nice little slut isn’t she Lewis?”

 

“Oh yeah. Sweet pussy.”

 

Lewis pushed her to the floor in front of them. They took turns fucking her mouth while she jerked the other one. Side by side they kept fucking her lips again and again.

 

Lewis pushed her face against his balls and rubbed them on her. Then he made her suck them one at a time.

 

“Suck those babies bitch.”

 

Before she knew it there were three cocks beside her.

 

Three more guys had come inside the room while she had her back to the door. They were naked and hard. Before she could say anything they rounded her. She was kneeling down surrounded by all sides with five guys with hard cocks and they were all big.

 

She was really scared now but had little time to think.

 

Cock was coming of all directions into her mouth. The guys were laughing and she saw that some were drinking bear. Kevin kept holding her head and turning her from cock to cock.

 

Outside Brenda could hear the music and people talking and laughing. No one knew what was happening to her.

 

One guy pushed his whole cock into her mouth making her gag. She fought for air as he began fucking her mouth as rough as possible, She was drooling and her eyes were watering.

 

She was jerking two guys with both hands while the third one held her hair and pushed himself completely into her throat.

 

After a while after she had sucked all five cocks without a moment of rest they held her to her feet. Then they picked her up and carried her away. They were holding her as a piece of meat. The four men, two holding her arms and two her legs went through the main room where the party was going on. She was half naked and with lipstick smeared all over her face. Her pussy was free and wet and her tits bouncing side to side. Her skirt was gone and all that was left were the ripped stockings and the sexy boots.

 

“This is where the real party is.”

 

Everybody applauded Kevin. As they took her to what she guessed was Kevin’s parent’s room the guests followed. It was late and everyone was either drunk or high or both. Brenda watched Kylie amazed at what was happening.

 

She screamed for help but Kylie just turned her back and left disgusted. Most women also left the party calling Brenda a whore as the guys lined up for the fuck fest that was to follow.

 

This room was bigger and with a larger bed and space for all.

 

“Look I don’t want to do this.”

 

“Shut up bitch. You were asking for it with these slut clothes.”

 

They threw her to the bed and opened her legs wide. Lewis the bald guy got on top of her and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Everybody cheered and applauded him. Guys were encouraging him and laughing out lout.

 

Brenda had no idea how things had gotten so out of hand. There were about 25 to 30 guys watching her getting fucked by five men.

 

“I knew you were a little bitch since I saw you. You were crying out for cock. Well your going to get it.”

 

So Kevin had gotten her drunk for this. He had this planned all along.

 

Everybody was shouting abuse at her from fuck puppet to dirty ho.

 

Each guy was holding one of her legs as Lewis kept pounding her pussy with all his strength. Two other guys were sucking her tits. Her pussy was on fire. Lewis screamed as he filled her with hot cum. He pushed himself in a few more times and finally took his cock out.

 

“I’m next.”

 

Kevin said he wanted to fuck her doggie-style. The other guys got her in position and Kevin pushed his cock in. He fucked her rough smacking her ass and with two fingers up her second hole.

 

Two guys got in front of her and made her suck them. Another guy grabbed her hand and ordered her to jerk him.

 

Pretty soon guys from the “audience” started taking their clothes off.

 

Suddenly she had a cock on her pussy, two fingers on her ass, a cock in the mouth and a cock in each hand while two other guys squeezed her tits and Kevin kept smacking her again and again making her skin red to the point of bleeding.

 

Everybody was out of their minds now.

 

Brenda felt like a toy. Those guys were fucking her like animals. They were screaming and getting their cocks out to jerk off.

 

One guy held her face up by her long hair and spit twice right in her face. Another guy opened her mouth and dropped a huge ball of saliva into her. She had to swallow it when his cock followed to fuck her mouth brutally.

 

She felt Kevin cum inside her but another guy took his place.

 

She had no idea how much time had passed and how many guys were fucking her. She felt hands all over her body and cock never left her mouth or hands for more than a second.

 

Everybody took turns fucking her from behind and in her mouth.

 

The pain of guys squeezing her nipples and tits was so much tears were rolling down her face. That only turned them on more.

 

Everybody knew this was out of hand but nobody cared.

 

Slipknot was playing so loud she could barely hear what the guys were saying.

 

They were cuming inside her pussy again and again and soon in her mouth too,

 

In ten minutes five guys filled her mouth with hot cum and two others her pussy. They made her swallow it of course.

 

After what seemed an eternity they again picked her up. They held her way up as twenty or more guys followed her to the living room. They laid her on the big dinner table and surrounded her.   They passed her around after they had cummed. They fucked her pussy again and again. A guy poured beer on her face and beautiful hair to wake her after she had almost lost conscience.

 

They laughed as they saw her face soaked with beer.

 

Some guys started cumming on her face. There were guys that had cummed twice and were coming back for more and others that were jerking off watching the show and then cummed on her face or tits.

 

Her pussy was swollen and red. She had bruises all over her body.   Her face was covered in cum. She couldn’t open her eyes.

 

Suddenly she heard someone speaking in her ear. It was Jason.

 

“I always knew you were a little spoiled bitch. You never wanted to fuck. Now look at you. I’m going to make you pay.”

 

She couldn’t believe he was there. The man she loved. They rolled her around and without preparation Jason pushed his cock into her dry ass. She screamed of pain but a cock was soon inside her mouth. Someone grabbed her hair and fucked her savagely while Jason was destroying her asshole. While one guy fucked her mouth someone cummed on her hair.

 

The pain was too much. Jason was slapping her already bleeding skin while fucking her without mercy.

 

As Jason cummed another guy took his place.

 

Again men cummed again and again inside her this time on her ass.

 

Feeling sick she threw up on the floor. The guys cheered as some of the cum she had swallowed was expelled from her body.

 

Finally she lost conscience for good. Some guys slapped her face around but nothing brought her back.

 

She woke up a few hours later.

 

She was on the street in an alley. Naked only wearing her boots. She was lying inside a huge garbage can. There were all sorts of filth besides her. It smelled awful.

 

She tried to move. It took her ten minutes to climb out to the sidewalk.

 

The guys must have thought she was dead so they dropped her there like trash. She walked naked, bruised with dry cum all over her, bleeding from her ass and pussy. She smelled of urine as some guys had also pissed on her while she was out.

 

A car stopped and she begged the driver to take her home.

 

The woman offered to get her to the hospital but she refused.

 

She never went to the police. She couldn’t bear the shame.

 

Kylie never spoke to her again. Everybody knew what had happened. She was the constant target of humiliation and jokes.

 

Brenda ended up moving to another city to start over but she never forgot that night.

The End

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Compulsion

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Author: Peter_Pan

Luke Randall wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good-looking guy, not even half-ways worthy of a second glance from a girl’s viewpoint. In fact as far as that was concerned, there weren’t any girls in Trinity, Idaho had gotten as far as even having a viewpoint as to Luke’s particular existence.

Now nineteen, he had somehow completed his education at Westmore High, his grades having been no more impressive than his peer-ranking. Perhaps his science lecturer had nailed it succinctly when he wrote on Luke’s essay "Atomic Fission: The Post War Challenges"… "Luke, if you ever find yourself within the proximity of a nuclear reactor – donâ€â

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Five-nine at a stretch, dark lanky hair that defied any particular style. It simply grew! More than his share of acne and with a dress sense that ranked somewhere between white trailer-trash and Dennis Hopper mid adolescence.

It wasn’t as if he had the opportunity to excel in sport. He could neither wield a baseball bat or cut it as a line-back. Not that he was especially weak, simply un-cordinated as all hell. Thus, with basically no friends, no future and less than no self-esteem, you can understand Luke’s resentment at having been born.

Life at home was little better. The youngest of three children, his two sisters being several year’s older, Luke himself was an unplanned and in his view unwanted addition. His father, a retired welding contractor, had no interest in anything much beyond keeping an eye on the beer stocks in the fridge. Parenthood had simply been a rude interruption to his life-style. He knew he’d had a son but would have needed prompting to describe him.

Luke’s mother, one might kindly refer to as a faded beauty, but then one would really be lying. A mousey blonde, her best days were long behind her at sixteen, not that this would have been a problem for Luke’s father, whose eyes rarely strayed between the neck and knees of any girl……then or now.

But Luke had one friend, two if you include his driver’s license! She was his ideal companion. Uncomplaining, she accompanied him everywhere. He would even stay-up nights just looking at her, the fading sunlight reflecting off her shapely rear-end as she sat there on the grass resplendent in all her finery.

Almost eighteen-foot long give or take an over-rider, that gold ’69 Buick Electra hard-top was Luke’s greatest, if not only joy. He had nursed her though ill-health, spent most every dollar he had earned from part-time work on her betterment and she had repaid him handsomely by way of unshakeable loyalty and reliability. He loved her, but now she had to help him .

He had never actively pursued the opposite sex at High school. Partly from fear of rejection, partly fear of acceptance, but principally, in recognition of his limited social standing. Definitely from the wrong end of town for the sort of girl he dreamed about.

The hormones had kicked-in on time but the call had never been answered. Between them, Hugh Hefner, Bob Guccione and Larry Flynt had only been able to offer temporary stapled relief and anyway, silicone implants really weren’t the sexual panacea Luke was looking for. He wanted a cute and loving little home-town girl, no manufactured blonde fantasy hot off the bench-press.

Within striking distance of twenty now, his craving for youthful female company had reached critical mass. There was only so much solace to be derived from cyber-porn, sexstoriespost.com and the old standby -his trusty bar of soap.

At the car-wash where he held down a casual job, there were a couple of girls in the office. One he had summoned-up the courage to ask out – before she cut him dead with the needlessly hurtful reply. "No offense Luke, but go look in the mirror – I do have a reputation to look after y’know!" Kristy the other girl, already had a full-time boyfriend who just happened to be the star pitcher for the State League team.

Loneliness gave way to despair, desire to unfettered sexual imagery. He began imagining what it would be like to have a lover, one who would accede to his every whim unquestioningly. His orgasms became stronger and more prolonged, in direct proportion to his evolving dark fantasies. He began spending more time in his own room, a converted garage at the rear of the property, alongside which his father had helped him build a corrugated iron car-port to house the Buick. The arrangement suited the entire family. No-one need ever be expected to more than simply acknowledge the other’s existence.

With seemingly no likelihood of ever being able to engender a normal heterosexual relationship, Luke began reading true-life rape tales. Whether or not they were in fact kosher really didn’t matter to him. Just the thought of having that awesome power over a young and innocent girl, filled him with longing. He began to see it as his destiny. Payback of sorts for all those years of put-downs and snide comments.

He began cruising local schools, just watching the girls as they left for the afternoon. Just the way they would giggle, hold hands, toss their hair back and every other little affected girlish mannerism, he missed no detail. He began to imagine some of them back in his room tied up, breasts open to his touch, their skirts so easy to push up and those hot little panties exposed for him to look at from whatever angle he chose…for as long as he chose.

Some days he would return to his room and beat-off several times before he was able to shed the hot images he had so fancifully created.

Implementing a plan however was another question. He could hardly cruise-on down to the school gates mid-afternoon, parents and relatives offering clustered protection and especially in a car which just about every second resident of Trinity would recognise two hundred yards distant. No, he would need to think this one through.

Night meant increased safety, while at the same time virtually eliminating opportunity. What school-girls would be walking around town unaccompanied after dark? For sure, none that he would be interested in! He figured he owed it to himself at least to go check-out the scene that evening.

The mere reality of his being on-site, "prowling" the sidewalks that night sent a hot flush through him. A predator-come-lately perhaps but at least he was "doing," not "dreaming." He had parked the car in a dark back-street just off the main drag, yet five minutes walk from the center of town. Not that Trinity had what you could call a "Town Center" as such, just Union Park with its Council chambers and old stucco Town Hall which rather like Trinity itself, had long since seen better days. A light breeze induced some brief motion in the flag atop the Court House fronting the main entrance to the Park and through which one or two people were obviously about to take their evening constitutional.

A young couple strolled past Luke as he stood just inside the doorway of Al’s Diner that had been forced to close the previous month, having been several weeks behind on the rent. Their happy chatter and the loving expression on the girl’s face as she clutched the man’s hand as they passed, angered him momentarily.

He walked towards the eastern boundary of the park now, crossing Marriot Boulevarde at the lights. Two girls in a black Saab convertible screeched to a halt. Eminem was emphasising the depth and resonance of the car’s sound system insisting "Two trailer-park girls walk round the outside, round the outside, round the outside….." The girls stared at Luke and the one driver’s side called out to him, "Wot you lookin’ at dickhead?" They accelerated off before he could reply, leaving him little but the use of his middle finger.

"Couple of hoes," he thought to himself. He wasn’t far wrong either.

He walked for twenty minutes or so, not with any particular plan, just checking the lie of the land as it were. As he crossed to the corner of Third Avenue, "Brent’s Alnite Drugstore" loomed large, a shimmering beacon of blue neon light that illuminated as area at least fifteen feet across the sidewalk and onto Marriot Boulevarde itself. Standing at the shop’s entrance, Luke caught the not unpleasant odour of pharmaceutical and medical preparations, toiletries and allied drugstore supplies. A thought came to him. At the counter he was surprised just how easily he had ordered it.

"A small bottle of chloroform please," he had requested.

When asked if it was for him, he simply replied that he was just getting it for his mother and that he didn’t know what she needed it for. He was most convincing and the pharmacist handed it over with no fuss.

Aside from a few girls in small groups leaving the theater, there didn’t appear to Luke to be too many opportunities presenting themselves. He foresaw that it would be much the same any night and manic depression began to overwhelm him once more. He didn’t want to go home already as it was only a quarter after nine and all that awaited him there was a pile of stained magazines, fuzzy video cartridges and wall to wall loneliness. He decided that hunched-up in the corner of Rick’s Charcoal Chicken Basement with a hot coffee and a ham on rye was probably as good as anything else on the horizon.

The caffeine coursed through his venal system – shame the rye was yesterday’s. Luke sat there sullenly, watching customers play out their seemingly happy lives, purely at the expense of his escalating torment, he figured.

At that moment a young girl with a back-pack stepped through the entranceway, sending the plastic strips into temporary confusion. She looked very unhappy but walked up to the counter and ordered a Coke and a sandwich. Luke watched as she sat down with her back to him just a couple of alcoves up, shuffling her tray around nervously as if deciding whether to eat or drink first. From what he had seen, she was rather pretty.

The girl had fairly long light-brown hair, shining and obviously well-cared for. Prettily swept back into a ponytail, it was held in place by a piece of dark-green ribbon that contrasted sharply with the caramel colored top she had on. Her short dark skirt accentuated both her youth and the slender perfection of her legs. He wished he could see her face again.

As he watched, she seemed distracted and put down the coke. The sandwich he noticed, she had barely touched. As she lowered her head, he heard her begin sobbing as she covered her face with her hands. By no means hysterical crying, she was gripped obviously by some deep personal misery.

This was a situation outside Luke’s experience….most any situation was come to that! Something about the girl’s immediacy touched Luke and as no-one else seemed to be paying her much heed…an older couple two tables up turned and glanced at her before continuing on with their conversation…..he got up and walked towards her.

"Excuse me Miss," he said standing alongside her table somewhat awkwardly, "Are you OK?"

She glanced up at him, evidently surprised by his presence. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by the intrusion.

"Yes….I…I’m fine thank you," she lied. "Just got a few problems…but thanks for asking. I’ll be fine." She dabbed her eyes with a serviette and Luke found himself staring at point-blank range at the prettiest of little-girl faces. Even tear-filled, her blue eyes were enough to melt his heart. Beautiful soft features, cutest little turned-up nose set between smooth cheeks with all the flush of youth. At her temples, strands of brown hair curled into little feathery bangs just overlapping the tops of her small but clearly defined ear-lobes. She wore tiny golden ear studs, that for a moment reminded him of the Electra. Most appealing though was her mouth. Intensely kissable and lightly glossed lips that curved delicately upwards just enough to let you know that here was mother nature truly unplugged, a rare example of female genetic perfection.

Luke gulped.

"Want to tell me what’s wrong Miss?" he managed somehow to get out.

She looked at him for a moment, instinctively aware of his social discomfort.

"Look, its nothing really, just a few issues at home." she replied.

"C…could I sit with you for a minute?" he asked, hardly daring that she would ever acquiesce. "My name’s Luke by the way," he added hopefully.

Inviting him to sit down, she told him her name was Ashley. He learned that she was fifteen and attended St Angelus College, an expensive private educational facility in the northern and far newer sector of Trinity. When she predictably asked where he lived, he felt a flush of embarrassment, telling her simply, "Oh, just near the rail terminus," but she didn’t seem to make any adverse connections.

The "issues" she mentioned earlier proved to be stubborn parents that she felt were denying her her freedom. Specifically, a father who refusing to admit to himself that his daughter was barely a child any longer, would not allowed her to go out to a rock concert with other girlfriends. She told him she had just walked out of the house that evening in anger as she had been given free tickets and it was something she was really looking forward to.

All the time she was speaking, he was gazing at her and wondering if this was simply God indulging himself in another round of humor at Luke’s expense. Tempting him beyond the boundaries of sanity with the immediacy of this exquisitely beautiful young girl.

"Have a good look son, it’s as close as you’re ever gonna get!"

An unheralded vision of her tied-up helpless on his bed brought a blush to his cheeks. He looked away momentarily. He felt the small bottle in his trouser pocket and immediately rebuked himself for the images it brought.

"Well Luke," she said, "I suppose I’d better be getting home. I’ve never ‘run away’ before…even if it was only for an hour or so! My dad will be looking for me soon coz I switched my cell off."

On impulse, he said to her.

"Well hey Ashley, I have a car just round the corner. Let me take you back, you can’t walk home alone this time of night." Then, as an afterthought, "It’s OK…I’m pretty safe!"

She smiled at him.

"Sure it’s not out of your way?"

"Yeah, like at least ten minutes," he replied in a mock-inconvenienced tone.

She gathered up her back-pack and they left Rick’s Charcoal Chicken.

Luke’s mind was in hyperdrive as they walked to his car. He knew she would never, COULD never, go out with him. This was the only opportunity he could ever see himself as having. She was the girl over and above any that he had fantasisied about and if he was to do it…this was the moment. Still chatting to her idly, he slowly retrieved the small bottle from his pocket.

"Whoa!" she said when they reached the Buick. "Is this really your car?"

"Yeah," he replied. "I’ve had her for a couple of years. Bit heavy on gas, but she’s a dream to ride in."

"Really cool car Luke," she said. "I love it."

Opening the passenger’s side door for her, he ushered her in. The glow from the courtesy light permitted Luke a momentary glance of her skirt riding up her thighs as she sat down. Being a really warm night, he had her lower all four windows from the central console."

"Just have to get my bag out of the trunk Ashley, hold on a sec." He glanced around the darkened street….not a person in sight.

He almost dropped the tiny bottle in his haste. He hadn’t realised it until that instant, but the adrenalin-rush had imbued his body with a fit of shaking. Retrieving a small cloth he kept near the spare tire, he quickly unscrewed the bottle and poured several drops of fluid on to the rag, soaking the center part, while keeping it at arm’s length and being careful not to breathe more than necessary. He hadn’t been thirty seconds.

"Ready now," he called to her. A last glance around revealed no newcomers to the street.

In two steps he was beside her. Clamping the cloth tightly across her mouth she struggled immediately of course, trying desperately to force his arm away. She beat at it, but to no avail. The car being pillarless, he was able to hold her tightly against the seat and in a matter of seconds the chloroform took hold, her struggles subsided and she yielded no further resistence. He let her breathe the fumes for just a couple of seconds more to ensure she was deeply under. He then tossed the rag back in the trunk, climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled up. She looked for all the world like a sleeping girlfriend.

Driving straight into his carport, he knew no-one would be outside. His father would either be watching TV or getting drunk….hopefully both. His mother if she was home, and not at a friend’s place as usual, would be in bed by now and asleep. Both sisters had moved out long ago.

The stillness of the night contrasted to that of his heartbeat as he got out and retrieved the key from its customary place over the door lintel. Leaving the front-door ajar he returned to the Buick where Ashley still lay unmoving across the seat that he had set to the maximum lay-back position. By moonlight, she looked to him an angel at rest. Just for an instant as he moved her, the light reflected off the little pendant that hung around her neck, murdering his conscience, imperiling his very soul.

She was so light, her arms hanging loose by her side as he carried her inside quickly. As he entered the solitary little room, he tried to imagine if this was what it felt like carrying one’s bride across the threshhold. The young girl’s breasts were clearly accentuated now given her limp and vulnerable position. He lay her gently down on his bed and hurriedly returned to the trunk to fetch the chloroform bottle should he be needing it.

He saw the room so differently suddenly. Its shortcomings were underscored by her very presence. His bed now, looked to him the worn and pitiful item of furniture that it was. The creased and far from clean quilt contrasted with her neat attire. The threadbare carpet seemed to complete the picture. Beauty and the Beast…with new players.

He partly addressed the problem by turning off the harsh center light and switching on the bedside lamp that at least made some pretense at gentility. He simply could not take his eyes off her. He had caught a glimpse of her light-colored panties as he laid her down. Now as she lay on her back, he could see a hint of them once more. He felt a substantial stirring right where he needed to.

He approached the bed and very gently re-arranged her legs so that more of her undies were visible. She was still out cold and he had free rein for now. Sitting in the chair opposite, the view now was substantially improved and he unzipped himself. Definitely no need for soap tonight he realised. He began to rub himself as his fantasies kicked-in big-time given the scene before him.

He remembered his digital camera. Here surely was the opportunity of a lifetime? Yet as he looked at that scene through the viewfinder, he experienced a momentary twinge of conscience, though not enough ultimately to sway him from his endeavors. He became more creative and pushing the girl’s skirt right up, stared now at her fully exposed knickers. His erection was dictating operational procedure. He took several pictures before pushing her knees up and setting her legs wide apart.

From the chair, her fully indecent pose suggested to him, innocence betrayed and in his mind she was doing this to arouse him further. Staring at her panties, he visualised her rubbing herself and whispering to him to watch. He got up, cock in hand and taking hold of her left arm, managed to get a hand inside her panties. Backing up a few feet, he took a picture of her ‘pleasuring herself.’

He felt the first orgasm racing to the surface and barely made it to the bed. Kneeling between her legs, Luke directed the hot magma spurts right across the front of her panties. Several globs caught the edge of her skirt, others the inside of her legs. He stared fascinated as his reproductive tide began to seep-in to the material. He leaned forward and just passed his fingers down the center of her panties where the lips of her pussy were just beginning to be outlined by the clingy wet material.

With his face but a couple of feet from her most private of possessions, he gently held aside her panties and stared at the hottest sight that he had ever seen. Though not fully exposed, her pussy, framed by the prettiest short curly hair, was the sexiest and most beautiful thing he had ever imagined. He allowed a little of the cum that was running down her panties to fall on to his index finger. He then very gingerly inserted the finger into her pussy, very gradually parting her lips. Only a few centimetres inside, he lightly touched her vaginal wall, dislodging the white goo. He wanted more of it inside her and repeated the process twice…three times. Although not opening her eyes, she began to stir.

Shaking out a few more drops of chloroform on to the rag, he got careless and breathed-in enough to make him almost pass out. Recovering swiftly, he climbed back on the bed and held the material beneath her nose. She was senseless again seconds later.

Arousing as Ashley looked in that lewd pose, he had so much more to accomplish. Her breasts were small yet prominent beacons of desire and he allowed himself the luxury of feeling them up through her top. For a while he just knelt there fondling both her breasts and relishing their softness. When that was superseded by the need to explore further, he slipped a hand down her blouse and inside her frilly and ultra-soft bra. The skin to skin contact just about blew his sanity. Passing his hand again and again over her nipples he felt them hardening and even though this was an automated response, to Luke, she wanted his attentions and was teasing him with her hot body.

His second erection was if anything, harder than the first and he did not even bother to keep the thing in his pants. First things first though. Laying there on her back, face slightly to one side, obviously she wanted to be kissed. That he could do, and lowering his head while still squeezing her breasts, he kissed her hard on the lips. The taste alone almost brought him to a second orgasm.

Losing much of the limited control he still had, Luke literally tore the front of her blouse until it gaped open, exposing her bra completely. He pushed the flimsy material up, freeing her small but beautifully formed breasts. His mouth drying up rapidly like the Utah Salt Flats, he could but stare at those twin mounds of desire, capped by tiny light brown nipples that he had managed to arouse visibly. Lowering his mouth, his lips closed around the right nipple. The feel of her milky soft skin, and the uniquely exciting smell of fifteen year-old tits, sent his reproductive equipment hurtling towards danger zone-code red. Even as he sucked, with his spare hand he was rubbing himself.

This time he knew what he wanted. As the hot cum ejected on cue, he was already in place, spurting dramatically over both breasts and her face. One nipple was covered, her cleavage redecorated and white stuff trickled down her left cheek. He was getting there!

So hot did she look like that, he had to take more pictures. Having done so, he undid the remainder of her blouse buttons and turned her over on to her tummy to get the thing off. This achieved two things. It certainly gave him access to get her topless very quickly, but it also presented him with a hitherto unpremeditated aspect of arousal. One very shapely little bottom. He had seen enough hot bums in cyber-space, but never had he been in such close proximity to one.

Experimentally he patted hers and immediately discovered something interesting. It felt really good! He pulled her back towards the edge of the bed until she was bent over it. Then pulling a pillow across, he pushed it under her to elevate her bottom, so that she looked like a naughty little girl about to get a spanking. This was DEFINITELY a picture to be savored. With her skirt pushed up around her hips and her panties pulled to her knees she looked even better. He allowed himself the luxury of patting her bottom several times and feeling it up in all its youthful entirety.

This however provided even greater promise of pleasurable fulfilment as he was to find out. While photographing her little bum, Luke noticed some sleek dark hair just visible between her legs. The improved viewing status to be had simply by parting her legs a little, amazed him. By parting them a LOT he was blown away. Her entire pussy thus exposed occupied his camera lens for many a close-up. She was such a temptress!

He had now an all-consuming need to see her naked. It was then but the least difficulty in divesting her of her skirt and slipping her hot little panties off the rest of the way. Turning her back over, he stared at his handiwork……leastways, God’s handiwork! He sat back in his chair just taking in her pronounced hips, curved waist and breasts thrust out now with the aid of a pillow under her back. He arranged her arms up above her head, her legs wide apart so that she was in all appearances, begging to be fucked.

To fuck her? If only. It’s what he brought her home for isn’t it? To rape a girl…that had been the plan. But could he do it? What would happen after that? She knew him now, could identify him. So far all he had done was basically abduct her for a while, though that was her word against his anyway. True he’d stripped her and felt her up but nothing that would stand up in Court….well except for a few cocks listening to the evidence maybe.

Of course being forensically uninformed, Luke was unaware that courtesy of his index finger, he had already shoved enough DNA up inside her to convict a herd of intellectually-challenged rapists. But what he didn’t know, hardly occupied his right brain activities did it?

That she would come around of course was beyond question. He simply hadn’t exactly planned the rules of debate from that point onwards. What he WAS thinking though is that maybe he could just get it in her once or twice. Who’d know? Certainly not her if she was still out.

Showing at least the rudiments of forward-planning, Luke cut off a couple of small lengths of rope that he kept out back and returning, tied her hands to the bedhead. He also allowed his hands to roam her body at will, pulling her nipples, tracing the outline of her mouth with his finger and even slipping a hand beneath her bottom. Setting up his third erection really was as easy as fingerpainting. Looking at her tied up like that could probably have brought him to another orgasm in time, especially with her legs spread as they were.

Staring at her exposed and defenceless pussy, although if the truth be known - he was most definitely thinking of it as her cunt right now, he had to indulge yet another fancy. Slipping the cushion beneath her bottom once again, this had the effect of pushing her hot little slit up and outwards. He lowered his head and licked her. She seemed to stir slightly but if the chloroform had been strong, the scent of her pussy was an emotional anaesthetic. He licked her harder and surely, she was getting wetter, even if she didn’t know about it?

This was the stuff of dreams. A naked teenage girl, tied up and letting him do what he wanted to her. Wasn’t strictly an accurate summation of the circumstances he knew, but it was close enough.

He put his cock at the entrance to her pussy and almost passed-out as it slipped-in an inch or so. She was so hot inside and as he pushed in again, he groaned both with pleasure and at the sight of her breasts jiggling to his ministrations.

"You want me to fuck you don’t you Ashley?" he whispered. "You want to feel a boy’s cock in your pussy…..just like this?" He looked down as he muttered the words. The sight of his cock entering her was just an all-consuming emotion for him. She had been born for him to do this to her, this very night!

As he pushed in further he met with some resistance and was inwardly pleased that she was obviously still a virgin. It made it all the hotter. As he increased the pressure and the rate of penetration, he felt her body react. She seemed to wince slightly even while still out. His need was great, his urgency greater. Long past the "Let’s back off while we’re still safe" zone, he simply was riding a blinding urge now to fuck her, to impregnate her if necessary – anything to fill that hot little cunt with his cum.

He felt the hymen give, felt something sticky envelop his cock and glancing down, saw a trickle of blood exiting from her pussy. But it wasn’t as red as his lust right at that second. Now he was raping her, no other word for it. He could hear, see, feel nothing but his relentless pumping action. If he had, he would have seen her open her eyes.

He felt her legs widen further, the girl’s breathing became as irregular as his own. He was thrusting in to her so hard that it had forced her shoulders up against the bedhead. Totally on auto-pilot now he had hold of her breasts and was squeezing them with impunity. He thought he felt her raising her hips but was too close to consummating the deed to question that likelihood.

As his residual sperm-supply rode the tube at warp factor 10, ultimately spraying the girl’s vaginal walls every which way, he cried out in a passion, "I so love you Ashley."

He didn’t even see her smile.

Kate gets hers

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Liz Sanders floated in dreamland. She envisioned Ethan Craft painting her toenails, then going to the mall to buy her things. The dream made a smile cross her face. It was to be the last smile for a while. Kate became aware of her hands being forced into the small of her back. She opened her eyes to see what was going on, but only saw blackness. She tried to open her mouth to scream, but a well placed strip of duct tape had eliminated that option. Kate tried to resist, but found it was useless as her hands and ankles were bound. Then there was that smell. Was it alcohol? Nail polish remover? Then everything went black. When Kate came to, she was standing up, naked, her hands and ankles tied to beams so that she was spread eagled between two beams. The room must have been a basement because
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a tiny window let some sunlight peek in between some flowers. Kate heard a familiar voice. It was Lizzie telling her to relax, it was only going to hurt for a second. She felt the coldness of the greased enema tube as it violated her asshole. She tried to scream, but the duct tape held firm. Kate felt the lukewarm fluid enter her lower bowels. "This is for your own good Kate" Lizzie told her, "it's easier to get fucked in the ass when you don't have any shit stopping things up". A long moment later it was over. Lizzie slid the enema tube out. Kate heard a scraping noise. "That's a bucket" Lizzie said, "feel free to shit Kate". A minute later, her bowels cut loose emptying their contents into the bucket. Kate began to cry from shame. "Is Kate crying?" Lizzie asked in a taunting voice, "you ain't seen nothing yet". Several minutes later, Lizzie washed Kates ass with some cool water. "Just like old times, huh Kate, me washing up after you? I'm not doing you for you. It's for my real friend Gordo, and you're about to find out why". When Lizzie finished, she said "She's all yours Gordo". Kate heard some bare feet pit patting on the concrete floor. Then some hands clasped her B cup tits. "Kate, you don't know how long I've waited to fuck you up the ass" Gordo said, "Well, here it comes Princess". Kate felt Gordo's dick spreading her ass. She tried to scream and wiggle, but found it was useless. Gordo's dick felt like it was the biggest thing that had ever entered her, bigger even than the enema tube. In a minute, Gordo was pounding her ass with savage thrusts. "You enjoying this Princess, because I am", Gordo added. A moment later she felt his hot cum splash inside her. Gordo grunted several times, then backed out of her. "You're next Tudgeman" Lizzie said. Tudgeman appeared from behind her. "You know Kate" he said, "I'm the smartest guy in school, and you're the prettiest. Our children are going to be both beautiful and smart". He then entered her pussy. "What? No hymen? Kate's not a virgin? Kate you bad girl" he said after he had filled her pussy with his extra long dong. He held her by the hips and thrusted into her. Kate was crying. This was by far the most humiliating thing she had ever been through. She considered having a child with Tudgeman and the thought made her flesh crawl as she was covered with goosebumps. She was exrtra repulsed as she felt Tudgeman enter her ass with a finger. A moment later, he shot his load in her. He then withdrew the finger and put it under Kate's nose. "Here Kate, smell your asshole". Kate tried turning her head, but he just kept following her nose with his finger. "Dad, you're next" Lizzie said. "Thanks Lizzie" Sam McGiure said as he replaced Tudgeman. He held Kate's head in his hands. He stroked her blonde hair. "You know Kate" he began, "back when you and Lizzie were best friends, my dick would get so hard everytime you came over for a sleepover, and now here you are. I've been saving this load of cum for a long time". He then savagely entered her, pumping her body with a force he hadn't used since his wedding night. "Oh, Kate" he said, "I want to fill you with my cum". Sam McGuire's dick was longer and thicker than the two boys who had just fucked her. She felt herself getting turned on. It was just a little bit at first, but Kate began meeting his thrusts with her own hips. "Oh yeah Kate, Fuck me", he said. "OH KATE" he shouted as he unloaded into her. He looked into her eyes. She seemed to be saying something. Sam reached for the duct tape. "DON'T DAD" Lizzie pleaded as he pulled the tape away. "Oh God, I'm so turned on, don't leave me like this" Kate begged. "You heard her" Lizzie said to the boys. Gordo resumed his position behind Kate, Tudgeman entered her from the front. "FUCK ME!" Kate screamed as the two boys began banging her. "OH FUCK YES" she screamed as the two dicks worked her. Lizzie walked over and untied Kate. Tudgeman went to the floor, Kate mounting him while Gordo stayed in her ass. Sam walked over and inserted his semi hard dick in her mouth. Now like an animal, Kate grunted and worked both ends, pleasing the man and boys. The boys then came simoultaneously, but stayed in her. A moment later, they began fucking her again. Sam loudly came in Kate's mouth. He backed off as Lizzie stuck her freshly shaved snatch in Kate's face. "Eat me bitch" Lizzie ordered. For the first time, Kate listened to Lizzie as her tongue worked Lizzie's box. When the boys came a second time, they backed off of Kate. Kate then concentrated on Lizzie, giving her multiple orgasms. The boys found the strength to do Kate one more time as Sam jacked off in Kate's face. When everyone was spent, they went upstairs, still naked, for refreshments. The night was young, and the boys still had loads in them. Kate thanked Lizzie for the wake up call. "Anytime Kate, anytime" Lizzie said as she gently stroked her Dad's dick.

Acadian Princes

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The Bear Chronicles “Acadian Princes” Waiting in my place of concealment, time seeming to stand still on this warm spring morning. Checking my watch for the one thousandth time, waiting. Finally the new silver Thunderbird turning off the main road, entering the parking area. Arriving at eight fifty five, as she and her daughter did every nice sunny Tuesday morning. Watching her standing outside the car door. Her white tank top, pressing tightly against small firm breast, stopping just short of the elastic band of her dark pink jogging shorts.

A married woman, twenty three years old, with an infant daughter of about twelve months. Robbie with all the looks of an “Acadian Princes”. Short, breast small and firm, nice round ass and full thighs. Standing just t

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hree inches over five foot. Dark curly hair laying on her shoulders. Large dark eyes, a little double chin, making up her glowing innocent face. I scanned the rest of the park through my binoculars, as I returned my attention back to her, leaning over getting the baby stroller from the trunk of the Thunderbird. Long shapely legs stretched, dark pink shorts riding high up on the cheeks of her soft ass revealing the sheer pink panties underneath.

My cock throbbing, the tight shorts pulling tight out lining her sweet pussy. I started to understand what Bear had been beating into my head. Referring to her as a one dick pussy, nearly a virgin. Loving to tease and show but remaining untouchable. Myself along with Bear, have plans to seriously change her attitude. Finally she started pushing the stroller in our direction, I scanned the park again, signaled Bear that all looked good. This being my first time to take a women I was strictly following instructions and trying to learn. Bear as I call him is my mentor if there can be such a thing. In his early forties, he has taken several women, I’m not sure of the exact number. But I’m sure he knows, as he’s said, it’s a bad habit to keep count. The Park being small around seven acres I guess, with a paved lane circling the outer boundaries. To the south is the main road, north and west bordered by a small creek, thick woods and under brush bordering the east side. The east side had a low place between two hills, unseen from the rest of the park.

This is the spot we had picked to take her. In my hiding place on one side of the lane, Bear in his on the opposite side. Slowly pushing the stroller, both of them enjoying the scenery and fresh air. Robbie and her baby making their way down the hill, finding it hard to maneuver the stroller with the loose pebbles and other debris covering the lane at the bottom of the hill. Her feet stepped across the spot Bear had marked, I stood up and started toward her, she was shocked to see a hooded man in old coveralls quickly coming at her. Fear and shock in her face, her eyes wide, mouth open taking in a big gulp of air, before she could get out a scream Bear had came up from behind having her hooded and gagged before she had any idea anyone else was around.

Bear being the big man he was, reached around her and with a big bear hug encompassing her arms and waist, picked her up and headed into the bushes. Following a few steps behind, pulling the stroller with me. Stopping to cover up the opening of our trail with brush. By the time I had covered the hundred feet to our spot, she was laying face down on the vinyl covering we had place on the ground, Bear lying on top of her attaching the cuffs to her wrist.

Her small frame body fighting with all the strength she had, kicking, twisting even under his massive weight, her small body doing all it could to get away. Her cries, moans, pleading could be heard through her gagged mouth. Removing my coveralls just as Bear fastened the second cuff to her wrist. Leaving my latex cloves, hood and body stocking on, my cock and balls hanging out their opening in the front, throbbing with every cry and moan coming from her lips. Stepping over, setting the video camera on its tripod, positioned the camera and switching it on. Bear had her cuffs on and was straddling her back still holding her face down. I came to her side, smelling her sweet perfume, sensing the fear radiating from trembling body. Reaching my hand through the leg openings in her shorts. Pulling shorts and panties away from her sweet ass, as she wiggled, squired, kicking as best she could, taking my knife and cutting through them, then making another cut up through the waist band.

Pulling the sexy shorts and panties off admiring the shape of her ass and legs. Bear taking the knife, cutting the straps of her top and bra. Getting her top and bra gather up in his hand, half standing and bending over, he had actuality lifted her a couple of inches off the ground. Easing the knife under the top and bra material, he cut it, letting her fall to the ground, her ragged top and her thirty four B bra in his hand. Completely naked except for her little white jogging shoes, we stepped back, enjoying our prey, listening to the crying, moaning and pleads as she was kicking, squirming, jerking on the two foot of rope that had her cuffs bound to a small sapling. Cock throbbing as I watch her torment, her small firm breast, and the small amount of dark hair on her mound, leaving her small sweet pussy in plain view.

Removing his coveralls, Bear motion for me to remove her shoes, on my knees, I grabbed one shoe just as she planted a kick center my chest, knocking the air out of me, falling back with shoe in hand trying to catch my breath. Getting up and composing myself, I could tell Bear was laughing under his hood, standing there with nothing on but his hood and body stocking. His large ugly cock hanging out, I had to laugh too. Reaching in the large briefcase we had brought he pulled a small bottle out.

Unscrewing the top removing the eye dropper he moved to the baby and put a couple of drops in her mouth. The medication was just to let the baby sleep. Attention turning back to Robbie, She seemed to have worn herself down. Laying still on her left side, legs pulled up in a fetal position, sobbing and crying. Plan in place, Bear eased to her feet, me on my knees next to her ass. Bear locked his large hand to her ankle next to the ground, with a swift forceful pull, stretching her tense body tight between the rope attached to her cuffs and he’s strong hands.

Coming from behind her, I took a death grip on her other leg, placed it on my right shoulder, moved over and sat my ass on her other leg. Her body stretched tight, my left hand guiding the head of my long, slender, circumcised cock to the lips of her small pussy. Working the lubricated head of my cock in as her muscles contracted trying to keep the intruder out. Hearing her moans and cries as it pushed hard through her labia, invading the semi virgin canal. Stopping with just half my cock in her dry hole, my cock feeling the trembles of fear pulsating from the walls of her sweetness.

Waiting for her reaction, my cock throbbing, not believing how tight she was, waiting for her pussy to realize it was being assaulted, and start its moisture flowing from pure animal instinct. Watching the rise and fall of her chest, every breath being an effort. I slowly started stroking her pussy with my cock. Not pushing in but pulling out and then back to the same spot. Bear letting loose his tight grip on her ankle, moved around and laid down beside her. His hand easing over he started caressing her breast rolling her nipples with his thumb and fore finger. As his hand was moving between her breast and stomach he started talking to her. She seemed to be relaxing, I was slowly pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her now moist pussy. Watching Bear and wondering how a married woman with a baby could have such a tight, hot pussy.

Bear reached up and pulled the slip knot on the rope, giving a little more slack, relaxing her arms he then reached behind her head and released the gag. Her face still hooded. Crying, sobbing, her scratchy voice begging, please stop, “why are you doing this to me, please, my baby”. My cock seeming to increase in size and hardness with each pleading word. With each stroke getting deeper, her moans and the tightness of her tender canal, the head of my blood filled cock stretching virgin tissue. Reaching into the briefcase, Bears hand coming out with the syringe. “Robbie I’m going to give you a injection, it will sting a little, but will help you breath better”. Much to her protest, the needle was eased into her arm and it’s contents emptied. Reaching back he brought out the sunglasses, normal other than the inside of the lens being mirrored, and two strange round disk shaped objects on each side of the frames. Turning her head down making sure her now damping curly hair was covering her eyes as he slip off the hood and put the sun glasses over her eyes, holding them on was an small elastic strap. The round objects pressing on her temples.

Pulling my cock from her sweet cunt at Bears signal. Robbie rolled on to her back. “Robbie spread your legs and pull them up”. she pulled her legs up and spread wide. Bear motioned for me to take her. I could see her cunt open, glistening with her moisture. This time I wasn’t as gentle, easing my cock into her hot cunt I started stroking, the third stroke I plunged my entire length into her. She gasps as my cock hit bottom, “at Bears request”, her ass starting to meet my strokes. Seeing her face a mixture of pain and pleasure, her lust being released.

Pushing in and holding it feeling her cunt rocking on my cock. My arms reaching under her knees, picking them up and pushing her legs down on her chest. Pounding her sweet cunt with the full length of my cock, harder and faster with each stroke. Trying to make her cry and moan, her cunt coming to meet every stroke. Feeling the soft walls of her cunt contracting, squeezing my cock. Thinking to my self, hell the Princes is cumming, all I’m doing is making the slut feel good. Looking up seeing Bear fucking her full lips with his thick cock, my cock exploded pumping cum in her wet, slimy cunt as her contractions squeezed my cock milking it dry. Slowly stroking her cunt with my semi hard cock, her ass coming up wanting more. I pulled out after a few more minutes, wasted and exhausted.

My cum dripping out, her swollen cunt lips wet with my cum and her slut juices, Bear having her get up on all four. Getting behind her with his thick long cock. Hand on her waist the other guiding his massive cock in her already cum soaked pussy. Moans, whimpers, cries, sweat pouring from her tender body. Letting Bear know what his massive cock with the small steel balls implanted into its foreskin, was doing to her sweet young pussy. Robbie crying, her body being split apart, her small pussy, it’s tender canal gripping the monster intruder. Bear holding her waist with both hands started fucking his cock with her body, going deeper with each stroke. Standing watching, Robbie’s body being forced on his huge cock.

Gasp coming from her mouth with every stroke. Smelling the sex, hearing the slushing sounds made by the massive tool pumping hard in her sweetness, my cum and her juices flowing out, running down the tender inside of her legs. Loosing the grip on her small waist, her smooth ass tight against his groin. Her body slowly swaying, her cunt riding the massive tool. Moans of pleasure through her sweet lips, her body stroking the hard cock, riding it’s full length, her ass upturning as it pushed against his groin. The pulsations being emitted into her temples from the cylinders mounted on the glasses. Where causing her to have hallucinations. The mind of the sweet innocent wife and mother was in a different place a different time, the young mothers sex starved body, her nearly virgin cunt, feeding its lustful desires.

Bear, myself, even Robbie abusing her hidden sexuality. Lifting her head up, gently pushing aside the dripping wet hair sticking to her innocent face, putting the head of my hard cock against her full soft lips. Mouth opening eagerly accepting its mushroom shaped head. Robbie’s tongue licking around it’s head, as it pushes to the opening of her virgin throat, pushing till her breath was cut off, pulling back, as she caught another breath I push in again going further, feeling the resistance of her throat. Gagging, choking with each stroke of my still hardening cock getting deeper and deeper till my sack was bouncing on her chin. Catching her breath as my cock eased out of her accepting throat. Fucking her wet red face, my cum building quickly, my sack full and hard, her wet throat tight on my long slender cock. Moans of pleasure escaping out her cock filled mouth.

Bear now meeting her thrust with his own. With each thrust you could hear her soft ass slapping against his hardened thighs. Watching her ass checks bounce up with every thrust, I was fucking her throat faster and harder. Bear reaching around her waist, his hand her finding her swollen tender clit. Feeling her jerk on my cock as he stroked the head of her inflamed clit. Bear pounding from behind, her knees leaving the ground and falling back with each of his aggressive strokes.

Her body trembling as he rub her clit harder and faster while lifting her off the ground with every brutal stroke of his massive cock. Her orgasm building, my cock in and out of her throat, holding back my cum. The head of my now sore cock dripping cum, down her throat. Feeling her body going into convulsions, I pushed till my sack was resting on her chin. Both hands pulling her used face tight against my groin and cum laden sack. My cock jerking as cum unloaded deep in her throat. Coughing and gagging, swallowing, gasping to fill her lungs with much needed air. Load after load of my cum was being pumped down her sore throat into her belly. Pulling out only after I was completely drained. Battling to fill her lungs with air, cum running from the edges of her used mouth, flowing down the length of her neck. Finished I gently laid her head on the ground as I moved away. Bear now holding her weak body up stroking, pounding with the full length of his mammoth disfigured cock, as wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions rippled through her once delicate body.

Robbie’s tremors slowing, his cock unloading its thick white cum into her ravaged canal. Stroke after stroke more of his hot cum pumped into her womb, pumping till his sack was completely empty, his hungry lust totally satisfied. Hearing the suction as his cock popped out of her wasted abused pussy. Letting her body to the ground he gently rolled her over. Beautiful, soft legs spreading automatically. Reaching down wiping the blood tainted cum from between her legs. Fingers full of cum and her flooding juices he rubs it on her sweet lips. Robbie’s pink tongue licking it from her red blood filled lips. Bear’s cock still dripping of cum and secretions from her used cunt, puts it to her waiting mouth. Licking , cleaning the full length of his cock.

Moans and whimpers of pleasure still coming from her cum licking mouth. Bear getting up, putting his coveralls, hood and sunglasses on, I follow his lead doing the same. Reaching down and removing the well used cuffs from around her small wrist. Tossing me a container of damp wipe things I took the hint and started cleaning our Princes up. Bear picking up and putting away some of the other things. Picking her up to a sitting position. Robbie sat patiently while I cleaned the cum from her hair, then gently wiping her face and neck, realizing for the first time how beautiful she really was, continuing with fresh wipes I wiped her shoulders and arms. Continuing to her firm breast, a little more than a handful, her chest rising and falling from her heavy breathing. Placing his hands under her shoulders Bear started helping her stand “come on sweetie, let daddy help you up”. Partially standing on her weak legs, picking up the bottle of douche, inserting the full length of the applicator.

Squeezing the bottle and empting its contents, washing out our cum from her worn cunt. Finishing with the douche and injecting the soothing cream deep in her canal. I then proceeded to clean her legs, filling urges coming back to my cock as I was wiping her pussy, and the inside of her soft thighs. Finally getting this done, Bear sat her down on the clean corner of the vinyl covering. Bringing out a pair of black spandex sports shorts and matching top, putting the shorts over her feet, working them up her legs and over her hips till he managed to get them on.

Putting on her sneakers as Bear was getting the tiny top over her head, pulling the small garment down, barely covering her breast. The shorts and top seemingly to be too small, clinging tightly to her curves. The outfit looked as if it had been molded to her, showing every curve, her cunt protruding, being perfectly out lined. Nipples protruding from perfect breast. The back color of the material being the only way to tell she was wearing anything. Bear having her look down as he removed the glasses, putting a small white sweat band over her eyes. One more reinforcement before we started back down the small trail with her. Robbie you know what will happen if you ever tell anyone, a weak yes coming from her mouth, we want to keep you and little Jennie save don’t we, another faint yes coming from her, tell me how your going to keep yourself and Jennie safe and happy. “By keeping you happy”, that’s right said Bear, and that makes you happy doesn’t it, another yes coming from Robbie’s mouth. We got her and the stroller down the trail close to thee lane where it all started.

Bear motioned for me to head back, getting back I jerked my hood off through it on the vinyl ,folding it up, making sure the rags we had made of her clothes were being wrapped in it, checking around, making sure nothing was left behind. Putting the last bit in the trash bag as Bear returned, picking up our stuff and headed to another location where we removed all our clothing and placed them in the trash bag. After redressing with our street clothes, I headed off with the two bags, placing them in there hiding place as instructed by Bear. Bear leaving with the other stuff. The beginning

Subway Horror

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Carly was a single mom like any other. When her job as a waitress in a cheap restaurant where sleazy guys kept trying to feel her ass ended she went home to take care of her ten year old twin girls. To make things worse their health wasn’t the best probably because of a bad nutrition and with asthma and other conditions health care was another serious problem. Money was never enough and sometimes Carly thought she couldn’t take any more.

The girl’s father had left a long time ago. A high school passion that ended minutes after the pregnancy test.

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style="mso-spacerun: yes">   Carly was twenty-eight now and only signs of her once great beauty remained.   She had long black hair, brown eyes and was short and very thin with about 110 pounds. Her full lips gave a wonderful smile that wasn’t used for years. She had no reason to be happy.

 

Her boss’s name was Herb. Herb was a fat middle-aged guy with a bad temper. He seemed to hate the world and take it out on his employees.

The day had started as always. Carly left the girls at her neighbours’ house and paid the full month. The woman wasn’t the greatest nanny around but she was close and cheap.   When Carly got to work Herb called her to his office. She was wearing the restaurant’s uniform that was red and a little too short for her taste. Her nametag was above her left breast. Herb sat behind his desk and looked at her with a cruel expression.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Yes Carly. There is. I’m going to have to let you go.”

Carly couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Look I need this job. I got two daughters…”

“You think I give a shit?”

“Just don’t fire me. Please!”

Herb looked at her amused.

“So should I fire someone else? I need to cut costs. Someone has to go.”

“Not me.”

“Why shouldn’t I pick you? You’re always late, you’re not friendly to the costumers and you sure as hell are not friendly to me.”

Carly knew where this was going.

“I’ll be friendly. I swear.”

“What do you mean friendly?”

She knew what she had to do.

“I’ll suck your cock.”

“Is that all?”

Herb was really enjoying this.

“Anytime you want it.”

“Will you swallow?”

“Yes.”

“You know I’m a married man.”

She didn’t answer.

“Come here.”

Carly walked to him.

“Kneel.”

She obeyed and looked at him. She was pale and her hands were shaking.

“Now give me a kiss.”

Herb grabbed her by the hair and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. He had an awful breath and Carly almost became nauseous with his tongue playing with hers and going around exploring her mouth.

“Well bitch start sucking and prepare to give the best head of your life. God knows you have the lips for it. Lets see if you know how to use them”.

He got up and Carly unzipped his pants. Soon he was naked from the waist down pants on his feet. He sat down again and took out a cigar.

Herb had a thick cock but not too long and a huge pair of balls. His shirt left some of his huge stomach free. He had huge legs that he opened wide. The cock was already hard and ready for fun. She picked it up and closed her eyes.

“I want you to call me daddy you hear me you bitch?”

“Yes daddy.”

She used her tongue to lick around the head of his cock. She licked it for a while and then went down and licked his shaft all the way to the balls. Carly had always been a wonderful cocksucker. Boys went mad with her lips and always begged her for it. She had gained quite an experience in her time. Now it was a long time since she had been with any man

“Start sucking whore. Enough with the licking.”

She put half his cock in her mouth and used the tongue to lick the shaft as it went in. With one hand she held his balls squeezing them gently while with the other she jerked his cock as she sucked it slowly.

“Oh I see you’ve done this before. Maybe you should get a job sucking cock what do you think?”

Carly kept sucking trying to block out his voice.

“Listen bitch I want you to suck harder. I like it rough.”

Saying this Herb grabbed her hair and pushed his whole cock into her mouth. She gagged not expecting such violence and he laughed having succeeded in his objective.

Herb kept pounding her mouth with brutal strength as Carly struggled for air. She had spit coming out of her mouth and kept making gagging sounds as his cock reached deep into her throat.

“God your lips are wonderful. Keep them firm around the cock baby.”

Carly had never been fucked in the mouth this way. At times it seemed she was about to puke but she always managed not to. Herb filled her mouth completely and her lips were hurting as her mouth had to be wide open to receive such a thick piece of flesh so deeply inside. She thought he might actually rip her mouth apart with such powerful thrusts into her. Finally he took his dick out and pulled her head up to see her face.

“You like to be fucked like this you little slut?”

“Yes daddy.”

She could hardly speak.

“Get my balls in your mouth whore.”

Carly grabbed those huge balls and started licking them all around. Then she got one in her mouth and played with it with her tongue.

“That’s a good girl.”

Herb rubbed her face all over them. Then he slapped her face with his cock again and again laughing. She had some spit running down her chin and her cheeks were filled with saliva.

“Now I want you to swallow all your milk and thank your daddy.”

“Yes daddy.”

“You want your morning milk? Say please whore.”

“Please give me my milk daddy.”

He grabbed her hair again and shoved his cock into her mouth. He pushed her down hard.

“What a deep throat you have. Fuck!”

He pushed her head up and down while his cock kept fucking her mouth. She gagged and spit struggling not to throw up all over the floor. It was getting harder and harder. Her throat was hurting so bad and so was her neck. Finally he pushed his whole cock into her and held her head down while semen filled her mouth. She started to swallow as she could but the cum didn’t seem to stop. She let some escape from her mouth to the floor but most of it went straight down her throat. Herb pushed his cock in and out two or three more times as hard as before and finally took it out and left her free. Carly could hardly breath. She was dizzy and feeling sick. Cum was sliding down from her chin to the neck. She had tears rolling down her face.

“Well what are you waiting for? Clean my cock with your tongue.”

She did what he ordered. She swallowed every bit of sperm that had stayed around his cock’s head or fallen to the balls. He was smoking while watching.

“You missed a spot.”

“Yes daddy.”

When she was over she started to get up but he pushed her down again.

“There’s some on the floor. Lick it.”

Feeling humiliated beyond her worse dreams Kylie picked a small bit of cum with her finger.

“No bitch. I want you to go down there and lick it off the floor.”

Carly was now crying heavily but she had to do this for her daughters. She lowered her head to the floor and licked the cum.

Herb pulled his pants up and stood up laughing.

“That’s where you belong honey. Down on the floor for me to step on.”

He pushed his shoe against her mouth and got some of it inside.

“Lick them.”

She licked his shoe wishing that it would all be over soon.

“Good. Now get the fuck out of here.”

Carly got up and wiped her tears and all the cum with her hand.   Her knees were red. She ran to the bathroom hoping no one would see her and cleaned up. She started looking for another job that same day but it was hard and weeks went by without any luck and with Herb having his daily fun.

 

One Sunday night she had to do a double shift and went home late at night. In the subway she travelled alone. It was raining and cold.   It was 2 am when four black men walked in. They were all big and strong and in their 20’s. Their clothes indicated they were probably part of some gang with their guetto style. They sat and started talking loud and laughing. Carly got up to leave at the next stop but suddenly she saw one of the guys was right behind her.

“Hey beautiful. Where are you going?”

She said nothing just looked outside hoping the sub would stop soon.

“Hey guys we got a real hot lady here.”

The other men went over to him and surrounded her looking menacing.

“Let’s see what she’s carrying.”

The boss took her purse and went through her things. He put the money in his pocket and laughed when he saw the photos of the twins.

“Nice girls. Maybe we should pay them a visit.”

“Shut up you bastard.”

The men slapped her hard in the face and she fall over to one of the other guys.

“Wow watch it lady.”

Carly was wearing a long winter coat with jeans and a white sweater. They started feeling her body rubbing her nipples and pussy through the clothes while one of them held her. She tried to fight but it was useless.

“You should be careful when you talk to me. Now listen carefully. The boys and me want us a party. We want to fuck a white girl tonight and you seem just right for it”

“FUCK YOU.”

“Exactly. That’s just what I want. Now I got your address right here and your keys. So if you give us any shit I’ll pay a visit to your two beautiful girls and then we’ll have a really great fucking   party. Is that what you want?

“No. Please don’t hurt them”

The subway stopped and all of them got out. The station was completely empty at that hour. The held her tight and took her to the men’s bathroom. She didn’t make a sound. The thought of those men hurting her daughters frightened her so much she was willing to do anything they wanted.

The bathroom was filthy. There was some water on the floor lots of garbage and the light was weak to say the least. The boss of the gang pushed her against one of the sinks. He pulled her pants and white panties down and pulled his cock out. His eyes were full of lust as she could see by his reflection in the dirty mirror. He pushed his cock inside her from behind and started fucking her with a brutal amount of power. She held the sink tight trying to get her mind to go to another place.

“Open your eyes cunt.”

He grabbed her hair and made her watch him sink his teeth into her neck. That mirror showed her the disgusting spectacle behind her. The other guys all had their cocks out and she knew she was going to have to serve them all. The stereotype was true as all of them had huge dicks what made her even more afraid. The one inside her seemed to want to rip her apart but this was only the beginning. What state would she be in when three other gigantic cocks ravished her?

His dick was so deep inside her abdomen seemed like ready to explode. Carly was trying not to scream but it wasn’t easy. He was biting her neck so hard blood started to drip from the wound. He licked the blood and smiled with pleasure. Her pussy was now completely wet. That embarrassed her but there was nothing she could do. Suddenly he stopped and ordered the other guys to take her clothes off. In a matter of seconds she was completely naked with her shaved pussy wet right in front of them and blood all over her neck.

“Get in position cunt.”

She again grabbed the sink and saw through the mirror what was happening behind her. They started smacking her ass and fingering her pussy. She had hands on her breasts squeezing her nipples and pulling them out. One guy started fingering her ass while the other had two fingers up her pussy. She had no idea how many hands were over her or inside her.

“Spread your legs bitch.”

She did as ordered and they opened her pussy wide. They pulled her lips aside for a guy to push three fingers inside and start fucking her. They pinched her clit making her scream of pain. Her ass was red with so much spanking. Carly just stood there as they played with her body. She was exposed. The boss bit her nipples so hard it looked like we was going to cut them off. Then he slapped her small breasts a few times. One guy burned her ass and tits with a cigarette and laughed as he heard her screams. They were biting all over her body and numerous wounds bled to the floor.

When they were happy they started fucking her from behind taking turns. She wished someone would turn up but it was far to late and no one was going to. She knew it in the back of her mind. By now Carly had started to scream as they fucked her harder and harder. Those four cocks fucked her for about an hour before they decided to move on. During that time against her will two strong orgasms had shaken her body even more much to the delight of the men. She hated her pussy for responding in such a way to those savages. No man had yet had an orgasm.

“You think this was hard? Think again.”

The boss pushed her to the floor and shoved his cock in her mouth. They surrounded her and again abused her without mercy. Her lips were fucked just as brutal as with Herb except this time there was four men not one. The first guy to cum did it inside her mouth. She swallowed all his sperm feeling sick with the taste. His balls smacked her chin again and again as he fucked her a few more times before taking the cock out. The other two sprayed her face. Those huge loads of cum hit her in the mouth, nose, eyes and even ears. Some of it went to her hair. They used their cocks to smear it all over her. Only the boss was left. He dragged her by the hair through the dirty floor as she screamed for help yet again. He pushed her inside one of the toilets and made her kneel with her face right in front of the vase. There was some urine on the floor and the vase had toilet paper and some excrement inside. He pushed her head almost in as he shoved his cock into her dry ass. She gave her loudest scream yet. He pushed and pushed until he finally had his entire monstrous dick inside.

“What a tight ass you have.”

Carly couldn’t take the awful smell that surrounded her. She closed her eyes not to see her reflection in the dirty water in the vase. Yet it didn’t matter. The pain just made her crazy. He pounded her ass without any pity. Some blood was coming out of her rectum but that only made him even more excited. He took his cock out and turned her around.

“Suck it whore.”

She threw up as soon as she saw his cock with some of her own excrement around it. Vomit fell all over her.

“Fucking bitch. You’re going to pay.”

He jerked his cock twice and shot four jets of hot steamy cum into her face. Some of it went right into her mouth. The rest mixed with the cum from the other guys and some vomit.

“You’re thirsty? Drink!”

He pushed her face inside the vase. She tried to get up but he was too strong. Her face went deep into the water. Some of it she drank as she struggled to breath. When he was happy he took her out. Her hair was wet and some toilet paper had wrapped itself around her head.

“Its almost over honey. Now since we’re in a bathroom we’re not going away without using it right? Open your mouth.”

He took a knife out of nowhere and made a huge cut on her right breast.

“OPEN.”

She did what he said. All of them urinated into her face and mouth. Again the boss was last. He put his cock inside her mouth and made her swallow all his urine. She drank it all. The acid bitter fluid filled her mouth and rolled down her throat into her stomach.

“You’re a good human toilet. Maybe I wont go see your babies now. Maybe.”

He spat on her face and shoved some toilet paper in her mouth. Then all of them left leaving her lying on the toilet floor with urine and sperm all around her.

 

The police never found the men.  

Am I Your Brothers Keeper?

leari on Forced Stories

As my 23rd birthday approaches I think back to my innocence, 5 years ago seems a lifetime now.I was celebrating my 18th Birthday and thought I didn't have a care in the world life was great.

I worked very hard my whole life in school and it paid off, I graduated with honors and was awarded several scholarships. As a part of one particular scholarship I was given opportunity to work in my field of study, Psychology. This is where I first met Dr. Faulk, an older very distinguish gentleman, and also a brilliant psychologist and writer. I read several of Dr. Faulk’s books and was thrilled to have the opportunity to work for him well at least for the same facility he was affiliated with.
Dr. Faulk was also a very handsome older man,
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tall at least 6’3 lean not too thin, he appeared to be in great physical shape, his caramel brown complexion appeared as though he never shaved a day in his life. His hair was wavy with the salt and pepper color. Even 32 years my senior I found him a very handsome man. During the time I was to work for this facility one of the perks would be, I was able to attend Dr. Faulk’s seminars free of charge, I again was thrilled, I had the world by the tail, My life would be changed dramatically and I was ready and eager to embark on my new life. Or was I? Looking back I never imagined the dramatic change to be so life altering, nothing could have prepared me for this. Do I regret anything? Would I change anything? I suppose I’ll let you stroll through my life and at the end you come to your own conclusions.

It had been two weeks working for the facility; I had the honor of meeting Dr. Faulk on one occasion. I was bringing in some files Ms Harris, my supervisor asked for and there he was.

Hi dear come in and meet Dr. Faulk, Dr. this is Tyra our student worker, Tyra meet the famous Dr. Faulk.

Hi sir it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve read and heard so much about you. Have you, now? Tyra hmmm Greek for untamed are you untamed Tyra. I stammer for words, his eyes are piercing straight through me and I feel some strange electric surge split right through my body. Dr. Faulk and Ms Harris chuckle as I muttered a lame, no sir I think I'm pretty tame. He then pat me on my shoulder leaving the room saying that will remain to be seen my dear tamed Tyra.

Three days after meeting Dr. Faulk, I was sitting mesmerized by his deliberate speaking techniques, excited to be attending my first seminar. Dr. Faulk is known for his controversial ideas on the male vs. female role in relationships both work and personal. Dr. Faulk’s theory is the male takes the dominant role in the work place as well as home. He believes if a female exhibits that, which is believed to be a male trait, it will infest and ruin the whole relationship, Dr. Faulk is very successful in helping many relationships with his role training sessions. I soon learned he not only gave seminars he also had group sessions, and private sessions in his office. He was very sought after and it wasn't easy to get an appointment with him. The waiting list could be quite long.

I sat completely still, clinging to his every word, they seem to grab and hold me, I think it was at that very moment when I heard his deep, clear, even-toned voice speak the words….."Domination implies the taking of power by force, rather than the acceptance of power"  explaining in detail why he stayed away from the word dominate. He went on to say women loose when they try to take on the male role, taking on the decision making and therefore removing the power from the male, leaves the woman unprotected. The man makes it possible for the woman to express her femininity by taking full responsibility for her he also provides the basic necessities - food, clothing, shelter, creates a structure - rules, routines, etc. - for his family, A true male also protects his family from outside dangers.
The woman's role is to makes it possible for the man to express his masculinity by accepting his authority to carry out his responsibility for her, trusting that he will protect and provide all of her needs, without question. I was completely taken not only by his words by his whole demeanor, I breathed in deeply, wanting to inhale every word as if I was hearing each word for the first time in my life.

It was two months after that day that Dr. Faulk invited me over for dinner, I was writing a paper on subservient behaviors and he was kind enough to offer his private library. I was thrilled this very busy man taking the time to help me. I was then at his home almost daily for a week when Dr. Faulk offered me an opportunity of a lifetime.

I have the responsibility of caring for my brother, and with my schedule I don't have much time to give him the companionship he so needs, Tyra you would have your own room in the house and access to most of my home and transportation. A portion of your pay would be put into an account, for savings. I would allow one expense card for evenings out, I would like to see my brother getting out more. What do you think Tyra? Think? It was nothing to think about, I'll have my bags packed by dinner. I returned that evening with my suitcases, and right after dinner, Dr. Faulk requested I come into his home office. He gave me a contract to sign and some other papers to set up my account also insurance papers. It was that very second after signing everything I realized just how naive I really was, not asking any questions, I had just agreed to giving him my life.

Tyra, you will go through proper training in order to give my brother the care he needs, you are to take orders from only myself and my brother. You both have a personal butler. The butler is now going through your suitcases and eliminating any unacceptable clothing. My personal maid will be taking you shopping in the morning. Tyra go to your room and shower, things will be already laid out for you and your butler will assist you in this. Tyra's mind was reeling, even Dr. Faulk's voice took on a different tone, although not loud very authoritative.

Tyra found Raymond already in her room, clothes were laid out on her bed. Plain black thong panties, and what seemed to be a dress very plain and thin, tiny straps and it looked as though it would reach her mid thigh. The bathroom was huge, and Tyra had never seen a large living room type chair in a bathroom before. A basket with everything necessary to have a luxurious bath set on the counter top. Raymond remained in the bathroom as I started to run the bath water. Raymond thank you I'm fine now, you can leave. I'm sorry Ms Tyra my strict orders are to remain with you, anything you may need I will be right here to provide.  Tyra stormed out of the bathroom and down the stairs to find Dr. Faulk, she found him in his study. After explaining how Raymond refused to leave her to bath alone, he smiled and told her she would have to get used of servants and they were trained and she need not be shy around them, Tyra bath as if you are alone, get used of being pampered and catered to. Then in a firm but low voice Dr. Faulk told Tyra Go now and bath and meet me in the living area, you have less than an hour. Tyra ran upstairs, not sure why she obeyed so willingly. His low firm tone was quite unsettling and she thought perhaps this is just the way the rich live.

When Tyra arrived upstairs she found Raymond waiting in the bathroom, she immediately started to undress and turned and glared at him. As she descended from the tub, Raymond stood with the large bath towel and started drying her wet body, Tyra tried taking the towel from him but he held tight to the towel giving her the most threatening look and she decided not to try and stop him. Tyra stood there very embarrassed as Raymond went about drying her body with special care spreading her ass cheeks and what seemed like slow deliberate movements, he commanded Tyra put her leg on the chair while he dried her pussy, he kneeled down, spreading her lips and carefully dried every inch of her pussy. Tyra couldn't wait until this humiliation was over. After Tyra was dried and lotioned and dressed, she went down stairs to meet with Dr. Faulk.

Tyra sat with her legs closed tight together, she felt almost naked with the plain thin dress and thongs. 15 minutes passed and still no sign of Dr. Faulk, when suddenly a maid entered rolling in a serving cart that contained assorted cheese and crackers. Also on the tray was a pitcher of what seemed like lemonade. While Tyra waited, she poured herself a glass and ate a few crackers with cheese. Minutes passed with still no sign of Dr. Faulk. Tyra begin to wonder if she should just go to her room because she suddenly felt as though she was drifting off she couldn't explain it, though she didn't feel sleepy she felt unattached from reality somehow.

Tyra begin to awake, she assumed she fell asleep, but how did she get to her new room? She had no memory of going upstairs. As her mind begin to clear Tyra realized she was completely naked. She jumped up startled, when she noticed Dr. Faulk sitting in a chair near the bed. Tyra tried to reach for a sheet to cover her naked body only to discover the bed was completely empty of all bed linens. Tyra begin to cry, what is going on, where are my clothes, how did I get in my room? I want you out of here, I need privacy, she shouted!!! Tyra cried so hard she trembled, her body was aching and she didn't know why.

Dr. Faulk calmly told Tyra to shut up, and she was never to talk to him like that again, she was to be obedient and not to question or demand anything. Tyra you own no clothes, they have all been thrown out or given to a good will. This room is a part of my home, it belongs to me as you also belong to me. "You gave away my clothes, you had no right, I need my clothes I'm leaving this house immediately."  Dr. Faulk, grinned, Tyra you belong to me now, you signed yourself over to me, I have all rights to you now, you will do as I say and you will earn clothes and luxuries. Dr. Faulk then threw Tyra on the sheetless bed and swiftly thrust his large finger into her pussy, swirled it around and removed it pressing his finger to her lips forcing her to taste the juices. He then roughly jerked Tyra to her feet and practically drugged her down the stairs.

When Dr. Faulk opened the door to the entertainment room he roughly pushed Tyra inside, much to her embarrassment, seated were Raymond, Carlton the head butler, Ms Deanne the head maid, another man Tyra hadn't yet met. She felt totally humiliated standing naked before these virtual strangers.  Raymond and Carlton sat to the right side of her and Ms Deanne and the other man on the left Tyra was made to stand, when suddenly the large screen started to play.  What Tyra seen was unbelievable, the movie started with Tyra on the staircase she was on her knees Raymond was on the top stair just above her laying  back while she sucked his cock, she watched as she seemed to devour his entire cock down her throat. What was more shocking was Ms Deanne was on a lower step just below her licking and fingering her pussy. Tyra  begin to scream for Dr. Faulk to turn the video off, only everyone just smiled and continued watching. She then tried running from the room, only Raymond quickly grabbed her, kicking and screaming Tyra was held firmly Carlton assisted by grabbing a leg while the strange man grabbed her other leg, suddenly Ms Deanne pushed a chair toward her. To her horror there was a large dildo attached to the seat it looked to be at least 12 inches and at least 5 inches wide. The men carried her over to the chair lowering her down so it barely glazzed her ass. Dr. Faulk faced her and said in a firm low voice if you don't behave, i will order them to drop you on the chair. Tyra suddenly realized her humiliating position held by the men she was spread wide open for view, tears started to flow, as she also understood she was helpless.
 
Ms Deanne stepped in front of her, she gently almost clinically spread her pussy lips, she begin probing and seemingly examining her pussy. She nodded to Dr. Faulk and he in turn nodded to the men holding her. She was then lowered to her feet. Tyra's legs felt weak and she hoped they would not fail her, she barely was able to stand.
 Dr. Faulk begin to speak to Tyra in his speech like voice giving her instructions on how to be subservient how she was expected to be obedient during her training period. The first thing on the agenda was to rid you of your virginity he stated casually. I will personally take care of that matter, my brother has no interest in virgins and I'm afraid if I left it to him he would ruin you. I will be much more patient and kind, so consider yourself lucky. She listened numbly as Dr. Faulk ordered Raymond and Ms Deanne to start the cleansing process.
 
The three entered a large sterile looking room one side had a huge whirlpool, Ms. Deanne started filling it with water where a half ounce of bleach was dumped in. Tyra was laid on a large table where Raymond begun cover her body with a soft cream, then he and Ms. Deanne started shaving every inch of her body, until they were certain no hairs remained. Tyra noticed 2 large silver cans one larger than the other, attached above her head with a rubber tube and what appeared to be a cut off valve. She soon learned it was to douche she also found out a fragrance medicated disinfected was added to the douche water. After the humiliating douche, she was horrified to learn of the next cleansing, she was to endure a horrible enema. A 2 gallon bucket was emptied into her bowels and a butt plug was immediately inserted. It felt as though she would burst. She was certain the butt plug would fly out from the pressure of all that water. Finally after 20 minutes she was allowed to release the water and waste. Her relief was short lived, for another can was emptied into her bowels. This was repeated four times until the water emptied out of her anus clear.
She was made to get into the whirlpool, Tyra jumped after putting a foot in the water was so hot she couldn't stand it. Ms Deanne smacked her bottom hard and pushed her forward. Tyra screamed as she lowered herself into the steamy hot water, tears filled her eyes as she wondered what else she was to endure, she let her body adjust to the hot water and Ms. Deanne and Raymond washed and scrubbed her, after drying her thoroughly Ms. Deanne kneeled down and sniffed her pussy and ass making sure she was ready, now they felt she was sterile enough for Dr. Faulk. She still was not allowed any clothing only thong type slippers. It was now time to have her virginity taken from her. She was lead to the other side of the room where a king size bed with only white linen, very plain looking, and told to wait there. Tyra was so exhausted she drifted off to sleep after only a few minutes.
 
Tyra was awaken by a sharp pain, Dr Faulk was twisting and pinching her nipples roughly, instinctively she fought against the pain, in turn he pinned her down by sitting on her chest with her arms pinned down between his legs. He took his cock and slapped it repeatedly against her lips. She stopped fighting, this pleased him, and he then lowered himself between her legs and begin rubbing his big thick cock on her virgin pussy. He rubbed it in a circular motion on her clit and she felt her clit begin to harden. Ms. Deanne came to the bed and rubbed some type of ointment on her pussy, it was then she realized they were not alone everyone was in the room was watching her. Dr. Faulk then rubbed his cock at the entrance of her pussy pushing slightly against it. He then asked her when she was a child did she prefer the bandaid ripped off quickly or slowly removed?  Her mind whirled quickly on one hand she wanted it over quickly but the thought of enduring so much pain made her say slowly removed. His expression never changed it was one of matter fact coolness, and went on about the business of removing her virginity. His cock seemed very large and threatening to Tyra, it had to be at least 9inches long and 3 inches around, the head so thick she didn't see it at all possible to enter her tiny hole. Slowly the doctor pushed the head of his cock against her unwilling hole. Carlton and Raymond came to her side and raised her legs and spread them so wide she thought she would split in two. Slowly pushing he finally was able to push the head of his cock into her hole, he just held it there, while Tyra screamed out in pain, begging him to take it out. This was the only time she seen his expression change he slightly smiled, as he thrust about two inches of his hard cock into her. She bucked wildly trying to get away, Ms Deanne quickly moved to the other side of the bed and roughly pinched her nipples, changing the course of her pain. Dr. Faulk begin to move his cock slowly before pushing another couple inches inside her, the entire time Ms. Deanne was twisting and pinching her nipples roughly. Finally he felt the obtruction he wanted to break through and knowing it was better to push through quickly he followed through on Tyra's bad decission to go slowly. He slowly pushed against her hymen, as her scream turned to a shrill sounding like death. Burried to the hilt now he just let his cock lay amoung the wet warmth, as she screamed he talked to her telling her now there was nothing special about her she was just another servant. He slowly started to pull his cock out, when he had it half way out he stopped, smiled at her and slammed it all the way in with so much force she thought he had ruined her forever. He continued to slam his cock in and out of her hard and fast, by now she was numb all feeling removed and she felt nothing, NO PAIN, NO PLEASURE!  When he felt his orgasm  approaching he removed his cock and quickly mounted her shooting hot cum on her face, grabbing a fist full of hair he pulled her face to his messy cock and made her suck him clean of all the cum and virgin blood. Ms. Deanne, quickly left for a warm towel to wash his cock. Tyra thought at least it was over, at least that is what she thought. Ms. Deanne begin to suck his clean cock, and when she felt it reached the hard state she stopped. He had the men turn her over and position her on her knees with her ass raised high, pillows were put under her stomach. She wasn't sure who but someone begin to pour a cold gel over her ass and rubbing it onto her hole. Tyra begin to scream NO NOOOOOO YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!! She realized he was about to enter her anal hole.  She was held down her face onto her virgin blood on the sheets, she felt his cock pushing against her hole, but she was so tight he decided to put some more gel on his finger and massaging it into her hole he entered one finger pushing it in and out then he inserted one more finger and begin to expand her opening.   When he felt she was opened enough he again begin to push is big cock against her hole, finally boring of the slowness he rammed his cock with so much force her head slammed down onto the bloody sheets deeper she screamed but heard no sounds come out. He took his hands to spread the cheeks of her ass wide and fucked her hard in her ass, she no longer cared he had broken her will to fight. It seemed like an hour of ass fucking, but after about 15 mins he ejaculated into her assaulted hole. when he removed his cock, Ms Deanne spread her cheeks wide so he could watch as his cum seeped out of her tight red ass hole. He got great pleasure from this sight.
  He then left the room, giving orders to clean her up and let her sleep before beginning the training process.
 
    Part 2 will be hot.......let me know if you even want a part 2. Be honest so I can improve on the second part.

A Lesson Learned

NightmarePrincess on Forced Stories

She stood nearly naked before him, hanging her head as she awaited his wrath, but his words did not come. His silence terrified her even more than his angry shouting ever did. She knew that the punishment would be much worse, and since he left her standing there alone for several minutes, she feared just what he had in store for her tonight. Once again she had been caught undressing in front of the open window that faced the neighbor’s house, knowing their son had a major crush on her. This time, her father was determined to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. Her father, once again disappeared from the living room, leaving her all alone and feeling incredibly vulnerable. Sally Henderson could hear the voice

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s as he greeted the person. The conversation was too discreetly hushed for her to hear what was being said, but she could hear the rise and fall of the voices as they spoke. Her heart beat hard and fast, feeling as if it would burst from her chest as she wondered what horror awaited her. The door closed quickly as she heard footfalls approaching. She didn’t dare move from the spot.

"Holy shit" Rick said loudly as he stared at the half naked goddess of his dreams standing there.

Her mouth dropped open hearing the familiar whine of his voice. Her eyes widened as her entire body felt like it was on fire from the flushed redness that covered her. She could feel his eyes upon her, burning holes through her as he stared at her thong-covered heart-shaped ass. A knot grew in her stomach as she felt ill from the experience already.

"Ok Sally," her father spoke up. "Since you seem to enjoy the attention so much, I decided to invite Stanley and Rick over to get a personal show. You will learn that if you are going to tease others, then you will take care of what happens because of it. Now take off the thongs and greet our guests." His voice was cold and stern as he spoke.

Tears filled Sally’s eyes as she listened to her father’s words. She could not believe how utterly cruel this punishment was. She wanted to scream at him, threaten to call child welfare, anything, but she knew her threats were futile. Nothing would stop him from disciplining her tonight. With a defeated sigh, she slipped her fingers under the thin straps of material and peeled them down slowly. Rick’s eyes were glued to her bare flesh as she stepped out of the panties and turned to face him.

Her eyes skimmed over his soft, round body to his greasy acne-covered face. The bile rose in her throat as she saw him lick his lips as he gazed at her supple body. He looked over at Mr. Williams, his hand moving to adjust his rapidly swelling cock. Sally’s father simply nodded to the boy before sitting down in the leather chair across the room from them. Rick took a step forward, his pudgy hands moving to Sally’s firm C cup breasts as he clumsily fondled them.

She tried to pull away from him but a stern look from her father stopped her cold. Rick moved closer, moving one of his hands to the back of her neck as he forced her face closer to his to kiss him. Sally wanted to vomit so badly. The rancid smell of his breath hit her like a brick as he forced his lips to hers. She stood there frozen as he kissed her, his hand still palming her breast.

Stanley stared at the young girl’s body as his son pawed at her. He knew that soon he would have his turn at her. He could not believe he was being given the opportunity to sink his cock into such a beautiful child, one he had masturbated thinking about often. He moved to the sofa, sitting down and adjusting his thick cock through his pants.

Rick took Sally’s hand and pulled her toward the other end of the sofa. He stopped, standing in front of it as he looked at her with an evil smile. He placed her hand against his groin, letting her feel the hardened mass against the softness of his rotund body. She nearly wretched and pulled her hand away quickly.

"Sally, get on your knees and take his cock out," her father instructed calmly.

She sighed loudly as she obediently sank to her knees. Her disgust was obvious in the way she touched his pants, unfastening them quickly and pulling her hands away as they fell to the ground. Her body stiffened as she heard her father’s voice again.

"Suck him, Sally. Put his cock in your mouth and suck it," he commanded.

Sally timidly reached out, touching his stiff cock for the first time. Rick groaned loudly with delight as he felt her fingers circle the base. The feel of her warm breath as she parted her lips and leaned in, sent a shiver through him. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see the grotesque boy before her.

Once she accepted the head into her mouth and closed her lips, she began to suck lightly on his vile flesh. As soon as his head was firmly ensconced in the warm confines of her mouth, Rick’s hand moved to her long sandy brown ponytail, gripping it tightly as he forced her face forward. Sally immediately began to gag as his throbbing cock was forced down her throat.

Before she had a chance to adjust to the feeling of her throat being raped by this unskilled behemoth, he had worked himself into quite a lust-filled frenzy. The heat of her mouth and the softness of her lips around him was quickly sending him over the edge. It was the first time anyone else had ever touched him and he was enjoying it.

His balls slapped against her chins as he began to thrust into her mouth. Sally was swallowing hard to keep from choking on her own vomit as he continued to assault her mouth. His grunts of pleasure became louder and more frequent until suddenly he pulled her head into his groin hard and held her there. She frantically tried to catch her breath with his cock lodged in her throat. Soon thick ropes of cum began to pump out of his swollen cock and slide down her gullet.

As soon as his cock began to deflate, he pulled her of the sensitive flesh, pushing her back and watching her fall to the floor. She sat there trying her hardest not to vomit until it violently broke free. She quickly reached for a nearby wastepaper basket and emptied the nasty liquid into it with each wretch. Rick cruelly laughed as he watched her throw up, a mean streak in him becoming evident.

"Since you threw up the first load . . . You will be punished and you WILL be swallowing another later, Sally. Now, it’s time to please Stanley," her father said looking at him. "Now, tell her what you want and she will do it."

"Crawl over here Sally," Stanley said in an excited tone.

She sighed softly and rolled onto her hands and knees and reluctantly crawled toward her neighbor’s feet. His eyes were glued to the two soft fleshy globes on her chest as she slunk toward him. She sat back on her heels as she pitifully looked up at him. Stanley sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward to get a better look at her.

His hands immediately began to fondle her breasts, tweaking and twisting her nipples between his fingers as he licked his lips. It had been two years since his wife died, and equally as long since he had touched anyone. The bulge in his pants looked as if it was about to burst through the fabric that contained it.

He stood up briefly, unfastening his pants and quickly stripping out of them before sitting back down. His long, bloated shaft stuck obscenely up from the thick bush of pubes. He stared at her for a moment as he leaned back on the sofa.

"Climb on. I want you to ride my cock," he said eagerly.

Sally looked to her father who simply nodded. His face showed no emotion as he watched his daughter’s plight. He knew that this was the only way to truly reach her. She had to learn that her actions had consequences and this was the best way to show her that. Sally stood up and crawled onto Stanley’s lap, straddling it cautiously as he gripped his throbbing member. Once he had the head rubbing against her tender pink lips, his free hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her down on his thick cock.

She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as he forced up into her. Her face clenched tight in a mask of pain as she felt him tear through her hymen and hilt himself inside her. His hands moved to her hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock hard and fast as he watched her firm young breasts bouncing inches from his face. He leaned forward slightly, catching her right nipple between his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

Sally sobbed as he thrust up into her each time he pulled her harder into his lap. Stanley bit down hard on the hard pink nub in his mouth, causing her to squirm in pain. The movement and sounds of her crying only fueled his lusts as his blood streaked cock worked in and out of her tight pussy. He then spit her nipple out, seeking the other for the same torturous treatment.

She could feel his shaft throbbing inside her tight hole as it ached from the abuse. His pace became frantic as he jerked her up and down like a rag doll, all the time, biting harder on her nipple he held in her mouth. She cried loudly, begging for the abuse to stop to no avail. Little did she know that when the father finished, it was the son’s turn yet again to ravish her body.

The harder and faster he slammed his cock into her the more brutally he yanked her down onto his shaft. She felt as if she was being split in two with each thrust, causing her to fill the room with more agonized wails. With a final deep thrust, Stanley held her tightly as his cum erupted from his rigid cock. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving reddened marks as he tightened his grip on her. With a loud groan he finished, leaving a thick deposit of fresh cum deep inside her newly devirgined cunt. Stanley slumped back against the thick sofa cushion as he panted to catch his breath.

"My turn" Rick loudly announced as he walked over to the sofa completely naked now, his cock already rock hard. "Get on all fours slut. I’m gonna fuck you hard."

Sally’s eyes widened as she heard the words, quickly looking to her father who only gave her a stern look. She could not believe her own father didn’t even seem to care that the boy called her a slut. Rick reached out grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her off his father’s lap. Her legs were wobbly and aching from the position she had been in, causing her to stumble. He shoved her to the floor in the center of the room and knelt down behind her.

The cum had began to trickle from between her lips as she tried to get on all fours before any more of his rough treatment. Violently his hand came crashing down against her firm pale cheek, leaving an angry red hand print covering half her ass. Again and again his hand met her flesh, making her whimper and sob as her body jolted forward from each strike. All Sally could do was knee there and let him spank her. It was apparent now that no matter what the two did the father would not stop them.

"How do you like that huh? This is what a fucking tease like you deserves. You fucking bitch" he said, punctuating his words with rough slaps.

Rick’s hand then slipped between her legs as his thick fingers found her clit. Once he had a grip on the little bud, he cruelly began to twist and pinch it as hard as he could, watching her body tense with each shot of pain. When his fingers finally left the tortured little nub, it felt as if it was on fire from the painful teasing. He then slid his fingers through the wet mess that dribbled from her cunt, gathering up a little of the slick liquid and smearing it over her puckered little opening.

"OH GOD NO...PLEASE..." she frantically begged in hopes that he wouldn’t penetrate the virgin hole.

"Shut up bitch. I’ll fuck you any way I damn well please and there is nothing you can do about it."

Sally hung her head as she sobbed, knowing he was right. She felt sick as the tip of his cock pressed against the tight little opening and began to force its way inside. With a quick thrust, he had embedded the head in her ass. The ring of muscles spread from the force of his stroke, causing her incredible pain. His hands moved to her hips as he held on tightly. In a flash, he slammed his cock deep into her dark hole. The searing pain shot through her body causing her to scream as he held his throbbing cock deep inside her. As he enjoyed the warmth of her muscles enveloping him, she tried to pull away. He slapped her hard across the ass with his cock still buried deep in her. Her pale cheeks now were now covered with a myriad of pinks and reds from the blows.

He reached forward, forcing her upper body to the floor and in turn causing her hips to rise slightly. His hands then moved back to her hips, grabbing on to them and holding her steady as he began to pump his hips forcefully into her. Her body jolted back and forth with each brutal movement, causing her to quickly get rug burn on the exposed flesh against it. Her tits ached as they were rubbed raw by the navy blue carpeting below her.

The throbbing teen cock hammered away at the soft internal muscles, making her give up shrill shrieks of pain as he burrowed as deep as he could inside her. He kept a slower but cruel pace, not wanting his first fuck to go by to quickly. Punishing the snobby little debutante was getting him hotter than he ever imagined it could.

Rick continued to pump away, forcing her body to move each time he hilted himself in her ass. Once her muscles had loosened up a little, he reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and swiftly yanking her head back, contorting her into a very uncomfortable position. Her arms had gone numb beneath her upper body, making them useless to support her now. She tried to steady herself with them, the grip on her hair holding her head in an awkward position.

His hips slammed into her faster as the telltale grunts and groans surfaced again. Sally sobbed uncontrollably as the boy continued to plunge his cock deep into her ravaged hole. Thin streaks of her blood mixed with bits of feces stained the swollen muscle as it worked in and out of her with brutal strokes. Finally, he buried his cock deep inside her and began to pump shot after shot of warm cum into her bowels. Her body tensed as she gagged, the feel of him filling her making her physically ill.

As Rick held her ass tightly to his groin, she looked up bleary eyed toward where her father sat. Panic filled her for a moment as she realized he had left the seat. The boy pulled out of her, letting her body collapse against the floor as she quickly looked around for her father. She found him standing by Stanley handing him a glass of scotch on the rocks. Though relieved that he had not left her to these wolves, she was deeply hurt that he seemed to care so little for what was happening to her. Her focus was quickly shifted as Rick moved in front of her and presented his filthy cock to her.

"Suck it clean bitch," he demanded.

As Sally made the mistake of opening her mouth to speak, he shoved the nasty shaft into her mouth and held her head in place. All she could taste was the metallic tang of blood mingled with the rancid feces, causing her to gag again. His still stiff cock remained buried in her throat as he laughed viciously at her predicament. Each time her muscles would spasm as she gagged, he’s force his cock into her throat to torment her even more.

"Clean it and I’ll pull it out you stupid whore." he remarked.

Sally did her best to clean the mess from him without vomiting. Finally when he grew weary of the sick game he was playing with her, he let go of her hair and shoved her down to the floor again. The girl laid there quivering and crying, praying for anything to stop the madness. Her ordeal was not over yet though.

Rick sat down next to his father and opened the can of cold soda that Sally’s father had thoughtfully sat on the table for him. The three men talked quietly amongst themselves for a moment before her father returned to his seat.

"I wanna see the bitch play with herself like she does in front of the window," Rick said as he smirked at her.

"You heard him Sally. You like showing off so much. . . do it now for our guests," her father chimed in.

She could not believe what she was hearing. Despite knowing she would be punished further for disobeying, she laid there sobbing softly, refusing to move. Her father swiftly rose from his seat and grabbed the girl by the hair.

"Sally, you heard me. I said entertain them like you do in front of your window,"

All she could do was continue to cry. She refused to give them that satisfaction. Mr. Henderson promptly turned her over onto her back, leaving her lay at his feet. She watched in horror as he removed his leather belt from his trousers before kneeling beside her.

"Fine then Sally, if you won’t behave. I will punish you," he calmly stated.

Sally figured that he would roll her over and use the slender leather strap on her already abused cheeks, but much to her surprise the doubled leather strip bit into the soft flesh of her left breast, leaving a thin red welt. The right breast then felt the burst of pain as the belt lashed it. Her body writhed in pain as her father alternated strikes between her two fleshy mounds.

Once a strike failed to cause her to jump, he reached down and spread her legs, striking her inner thighs repeatedly before bring up a swift crack to her cunt. She screamed in agony as the leather struck her sore pink flesh, making her entire body squirm. After three more strikes Stanley spoke up.

"I can’t take any more. I wanna fuck that ass of hers." he said as he slipped off the sofa.

Sally’s eyes moved seeking her father’s pitiless face, but were quickly distracted by the large bulge in his pants. Her heart stopped as she realized that her father was gaining much pleasure from punishing her in this way. Rick moved toward them all, finishing his soda.

"Wait, I want her to ride my cock while you fuck her ass," he laughed cruelly. "Let’s see if we can split the bitch open"

Mr. Henderson stood up, moving back to his chair to let them attend to their needs with his daughter. He relaxed knowing once they left, she still had to contend with him. His eyes remained glued to his daughter’s naked abused body, studying the welts on her creamy white breasts.

Rick laid down on the floor as his father helped him position the girl over him. His swollen cock slid into her abused cunt with easy, lubricated from the cum deposited there earlier. Stanley moved behind Sally, pushing her forward slightly as he positioned the tip of his cock to penetrate her puckered hole. She shrieked as he began to push inside of her, ripping her open wider as both holes became full of cock.

Rick’s hands moved to her chest, slapping her breasts and torturing the nipples as his father’s cock finally worked completely inside her. As soon as he had forced himself inside her, the two began to fuck her as hard and deep as they could. It felt as if both of her holes were going to be ripped apart as they worked to find the right ryhthm to suit them. Her body tossed back and forth like a child’s rag doll as they pulled her back and forth.

Sally’s eyes met her fathers, hoping to see a glimpse of pity or remorse for what he was letting them do to her, but instead found an intense sexual desire gleaming back at her. Her heart sank knowing not only was he condoning this, he was getting aroused by it.

The two cocks inside her mercilessly stabbed into her, causing the pain she already felt to deepen with each stroke. She wanted so badly for it to end. Rick continued to maul her breasts, pinching and leaning up to bite them just to make her twitch and jerk from the torture. The thrashing of her tormented body as the tightness of her overstuffed holes caused the two to quickly lose control. As they both approached orgasm, the pace became frantic and intense until finally she felt the familiar flood of semen into her swollen holes.

As Stanley pulled out a river of cum trickled out of her stretched anus. Rick pushed her off him as he laughed.

"Time to clean my cock again slut," he stated. "And his too this time"

As he stood up, Rick grabbed her by the sides of the head and held her face inches away from his cum coated cock and balls.

"Lick it off bitch," he demanded as he forced her face closer.

He drew back his hand, slapping her across the face when she did not respond quickly. As he drew back to do it again, he saw her baby pink lips part and the tip of her tongue peek out between them. She reluctantly dragged her tongue over the horrid tasting mixture.

"That’s it bitch, don’t miss any of it" he said coldly as he watched her lick up all the cum.

Once she had finished with the job, he released her, letting his father step up and take his place. His shit covered cock forced into her mouth as she tried not to gag. She tried to clean it as quickly as she could in hopes of getting the taste out of her mouth sooner. She tensed up as she felt him let another shot of cum into her throat. Finally, the deflating cock slipped from her mouth, leaving her with nothing but the grotesque taste in her mouth.

"Sally, say goodbye to our guests then go upstairs to the master bathroom and wait for me." he said as he stood up.

"Goodbye" she choked out before she scrambled to her feet and tried to walk out of the room.

Her legs were wobbly and aching as she tried to leave, making her stumble a bit as she headed toward the stairs. She could hear the voices in the other room as the men talked amongst themselves about what had happened. Sally dragged herself up the steps and made her way to the bathroom where she sat on the edge of the tub nervously awaiting her father’s arrival. As the door closed and the loud footfalls became more distinct, she knew the time had come. A whole new fear set in as the door creaked open.

"Now Sally, it’s time for the rest of your punishment."

A Night On The Town

xerox on Forced Stories

Marshall was in his mid-twenties and a good looking man. He kept himself in good shape and was attentive to his appearance. He was also very shy and retiring and had never had much luck with the opposite sex. It seemed that every time he got up the nerve to approach a woman, his courage would evaporate before he could follow through. He also had co-workers and acquaintances ask him out from time to time but he was simply too nervous and awkward to accept. He wasn’t

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a virgin but there had been very few sexual encounters in his life.

Finally, in an act of desperation Marshall purchased a book he saw on the Internet entitled “How to Get in Bed with the Woman of Your Dreams”. He read and re-read it from cover-to-cover and was fascinated to learn all the techniques on conversation skills, reading body language and especially pick-up lines. After committing key passages to memory Marshall resolved to test out his new found knowledge.


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 . . . .

Jack and Jill

Sir James on Forced Stories

Jack Dillon was in the prime of his life. At 40 years of age he was successful at business as well as being self assured about life. Dillon Air Charter was his baby. His fleet of airplanes consisted of a Beech King Air 300, two Lear 45 Longhorns, as well as one small twin engine, six passenger pressureized Beech Baron. His clientele was vast and required the services of his air charter company on a frequent basis. He was even contemplating adding a Gulfstream G5 to his fleet to meet the needs of his overseas contracts. To say life was good would be an understatement. His Love Field, Dallas, Texas based operation was pouring a lot of money into his bank accounts. Oil men and computer engineers seemed to have a lot of traveling money, and wanted to travel a lot.

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n="justify">Jack, however, was aware of an emptiness in his life. He had been married, but Sarah proved to be an ice queen. After several years of an off and on again marriage, they were divorced. Jack plunged into his business, working 20 hours a day. This hard work was paying off. Now, he would like to fill the emptiness in his life.

After his divorce, Jack recognized that he was a different individual. In plain words, he was sexually dominant. In the years since his divorce, he had learned that he was very interested in the arts of Bondage and Discipline, and the predilection for S & M activities. He several close associations with women of similar mindsets, and had even become acquainted with people in the S & M community in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area. A friend of his, who called himself "Sir Steven", had set him up with several dates, all of which had proved to be very exciting. However, Jack had failed to meet that special woman with whom he wanted to spend his life.

Jack was in his office early that Tuesday morning. He had just returned from an all night flight from Bogota, Colombia. He hated to go to Colombia, because the return flight was generally a hassle. U. S. Customs Service would always want to thoroughly check Colombian flights. This was no exception. The flight had been complicated by Hurricane Jill which was churning up the eastern Gulf of Mexico, requiring Jack to fly around numerous embedded thunderstorms. When he got into Love Field late, the client was complaining about the rough flight, and the Customs agent had been a complete bastard.

As Jack was setting at his desk, completing his logs, he heard a knocking sound at the outer door to his office. It was too early for his secretary, and none of his other pilots were due in until later. Jack got up from his desk, with a grumpy grunt, and went to the door. Much his surprise, there stood Jill Cates. Jill was a delightful creature. She was only about 5’4" inches, with about 115 pounds of delicious curves. Her long dark brown hair, worn with bangs, hung over her radiant blue eyes like a soft cloud. Jack always thought she looked a lot like the revered Bondage model, Betty Page. Jill was also the accountant at New Iberian Oil Corporation.

"Well…, are you going to invite me in?" she asked, "It’s raining out here!":

Jack smiled, "Yeah, come on in, Girl. It’s a little early, and I wasn’t expecting company. What can I do for you this morning."

Jill grinned and replied, "Well, Sir, it is not what you can do for me, it is what I can do for you. I have a check for you from New Iberian for last month’s charters. We flew a lot with you, and we owe you a lot of money, so I thought I would drop it off this morning on my way to work"

With that she handed him an envelope, which he opened. Sure enough there was a check in for $175,000.

"Wow, I didn’t realize we flew that much for you guys, but now that I think about it, I guess we did. Thanks Kid, I appreciate it. My pilots love to get pay checks."

Jill just stood here, in her black raincoat, complimented by her four-inch heel black patent leather shoes. Jack thought she was one hot lady, but she was ten years his junior. She was always very friendly to him, and acted like she wished Jack would ask her out. He had considered it. Just looking at her creamy skin, and sweet smile caused his cock to stir in his trousers, even though he was tired from the all night flight.

"I could use a cup of coffee, Jack", Jill requested.

"Uh-uh, sure, come in to my office and sit down. I have a pot going," he replied.

Jill preceded him to his office and set down in the chair facing his desk. As Jack followed her into his office, he could not help notice the lady had great legs, which were enhanced by her high heeled pumps. When she sat down, her black raincoat slipped open, revealing a delightful bit of her legs above the knee. Smiling, she watched him pour her a cup of coffee. At her request, he dropped a couple of cubes of sugar into the cup.

Jill took the proffered cup, and after sipping the hot brew, smiled and said, "I was chilled. This will help."

They sat for a few minutes, passing the time of day, with meaningless conversation. Jack got the feeling that Jill wanted to say something to him, but was trying get up her courage to do so. Finally, with a big sigh, she looked at Jack, from across his desk, and asked "Jack, can I ask you a personal question? Really personal?"

"Well, I guess so. What do you want to know?"

"Jack…look...uh, we have known each other for five years. I think we know each other fairly well. I like you. In fact I like you very much." With that, Jill cast her eyes down, staring into the cup of coffee she was holding in her hands. "I have always thought your were a great looking man, with his head on straight. I have tried to signal to you that I would be interested in going out with you, but you acted like you never had any interest in me. I know you date women, so your are not gay. So, is there anything wrong with me, or you are just not interested in me?"

Jack was taken aback. His mind was on several other things this morning, as well as the fatigue experienced from the Bogota flight. He collected his thoughts, and replied, "Well, I guess females named Jill are going to dominate my life today. First there was Hurricane Jill taking a swat at me last night, and now I have a Jill in my office, stirring up my life."

"Jack," she said, "I don’t want to complicate you life. Maybe this is a bad time. I just had to ask."

"No, it’s alright, just took me by surprise," he answered.

Jack was silent for a minute, and after sipping some coffee from his cup, replied, "Lady, let me put it this way. You are quite a bit younger than I am. I never thought you would be interested in me because of my age."

"Jack, I never considered any age difference. You are a vital man, and ONLY 40 years old. I find you exciting, and I thought we would hit it off just right."

"Ok, ok," he slowly replied, "but there is another problem that dictates any relationship I may have. Look, you are a beautiful and bright woman, who appears to want a career, and to control her own life. I, on the other hand, am a dominant man, especially in my sex life. I am a very dominant lover. A great number of women would not like a man like me. I will not push myself on any woman. However, I need a submissive woman in my life. I do not apologize for myself. I just know who I am, and what I expect in a woman. At this time in life, I cannot change. I am who I am."

He thought for a minute, and said, "I would have been very excited to take you out, but I did not want to ruin the friendship we have when we found that it could not work out."

"Would you explain to me what you are looking for in a woman?" she asked, with an expectant look on her face.

"Oh, God, Lady, you don’t really want to know about the darker side of me!" he answered.

"Yes, Jack. Yes I do. I really like you a lot. It would have to be something really bad for me to lose interest."

"Well, OK, you asked for it", Jack sighed, "In a nut shell, I am a dominant kinky bastard. I like my woman to be subservient, slavish if you will. I would tie her up, whip her, torment her, and not allow her to say no to any sexual advance. At home I would not allow her to dress. She would be kept in the nude, and dress only how I wanted, no matter how revealing. I have friends who are into Bondage and Discipline, S & M. I like the life style, and want to live it."

Jack looked back down at Jill, saying, "Now you asked. You have no right to be angry. In this world of feminism, I am an anachronism. I realize this, but I also realize who I am, and my needs. I would not foist them on another person. As a result, I never asked you out, because I did not think you would like my desires and wishes. I like you very much, and value your friendship too much for that. You asked, so now you know. I would say off hand, that the smartest thing you could do, is to get away from me. Run away from me, as fast as you can!"

"Oh, Jack, if you only knew me as well as you think you know me", she replied, with a nervous smile on her face. "I know "Sir Stephen". I am in the closet with my desires and feelings, but I have confided in him. I also know that you are friends with Stephen. I mentioned to him how I feel about you. He then told me about you and your desires. I think we have the same interests, naturally I am submissive, very submissive. I have never acted on my desires. It is frightening to be at the mercy of someone you don’t know or trust. Jack, I trust you, and I need you to know who I am, and how I feel. I have dreams and fantasies about being under the control of a strong dominant lover, who will enforce his will on me. When I heard that you were of the same mindset, I could have fainted with excitement!"

The room was silent, as if both Jack and Jill were trying to digest what had just happened. Jack slid his chair closer to his desk so his hard cock would not be visible through his trousers. He log hard cock was being painfully cramped by his clothing.

"Lady", Jack finally answered. "I hope you know what you are doing. I would love to take you out, and discover what kind of chemistry we have. Look, I have a Customs agent due here any minute. Why don’t we go out to dinner tonight, and discuss this thing in depth. I want you to know exactly what you are getting into."

"Jack, that would be wonderful", she smiled, "Why don’t you pick me up at 8:00 o’clock, and lets get really acquainted."

With that, Jill stood, blowing Jack a kiss, turned on her heel and headed out the door, into the morning rain. Jack’s erection was now very painful.

 

The seating in Durado’s was intimate. Jack Dillon had secured a table in a quiet part of the restaurant. Jill had been waiting in front of her apartment building, waiting in anticipation for him to arrive. She was magnificent. Jill had dressed in a black silk blouse, and a black leather mini skirt. Her dark smoke hose, and black leather 4 inch pumps matched beautifully. Over her arm, she carried that same black raincoat she had worn earlier in the day. Her legs were on display with the short skirt. Her breasts were obvious, outlined by the black silk blouse that seemed to be tailored to her body. She was in fact, a very beautiful and hot looking woman.

When Jill seated herself in Jack’s car, her skirt slid up her thigh, revealing that she was not wearing panty hose. The tops of her stockings were clearly visible.

Now they were in the restaurant, with waiters buzzing about, taking drink orders and pouring water. Finally their drinks were served, and the two began to talk about themselves, exploring their secret lives. Jack patiently explained that he expected any woman he picked to be his significant other would have to understand his desires. She would want for nothing, and would give everything. She would be virtually, and in actuality a sex slave. She would forsake any right to say no to any sexual advances or to any restraints or torture inflicted on her.

"Jill, the things I do to women who consent, would put me in jail if we were strangers, or if she did not consent to what we were doing. If you want a relationship with me, that is how it would be. If your have any doubts, we had better stop this thing now."

Jill, was quietly listening to Jack. As he finished, the waiter brought their meal orders. The conversation stopped and the waiter fussed about, making sure everything was as it should be. Finally, privacy was restored.

"Jack, I am a novice. I am excited about having a relationship with you. I will do as you want. Just be patient and teach me what you want me to be", was her answer.

Jack took a bite of his veal, and turned to Jill. "If you are serious about obeying me, I have a request for you."

"What is it", Jill asked.

"I want you to get up, right now. Go the restroom. There, I want you to take off your bra, and panties. You may fold them up in you hand, but do not hide them. You are to bring them back out here, and hand them to me! Do you understand?" he asked.

Jill swallowed, and then nervously replied, "Yes, Jack, I will do as you ask."

With that Jill stood up, threw Jack a kiss, and strolled across the restaurant to the Ladies room to accomplish her designated task. Jack watched her beautiful body and great legs, shown off by the short skirt and very high heel pumps.

In a few short minutes, she returned to Jack’s table. It was obvious that she had taken off her bra. Her breasts, which now seemed larger after being freed from her bra, swayed and bounced as she walked across the room. In her hand was her bra and panties as Jack had ordered.

She sat back down in her chair, and deposited her bra and panties on the table between her and Jack. Smiling, Jack picked up the undergarments, and put them in his coat pocket. He looked back at her, and said, "Now, I never want to see your blouse buttoned up that high. You are never to button your blouse above the level of your nipples."

Jill slowly unbuttoned her blouse to the required level. The nearest allowed button was just below her nipples. She looked down and discovered a lot of her breasts were on display. In fact, if she leaned over too far, her complete breasts might be visible.

"That’s good, Lady. Now pull your skirt up so the tops of your stockings are on display."

Jill did as she was ordered. Jack leaned over the table and taking her face in his hand, kissed her. Jill nearly melted. His kiss was every bit as good as she thought it would be. She was excited, and would do anything to please Jack.

They ate their meal, with Jack stroking her thighs and in general letting her know he was satisfied with her response, and was looking forward to the rest of the evening.

 

The trip back to Jack’s house was intimate. As Jack drove, he stroked her thighs and brushed her breasts. As ordered, she had pulled her skirt up to her waist, displaying all of her stocking legs and her pussy. Likewise, her blouse was now unbuttoned to her waist. Her breasts were completely exposed. He informed her that this is how she was to be arranged any time they were alone in the car.

She rode with her hand on his thigh and stroking his erect cock through his trousers. He would not allow her to do anything more intimate. It was as if he was teasing her, building to the evening at his place.

On arrival to his house, Jack escorted Jill into the den. It was cozy, with a large fireplace. The room was clearly masculine, yet very tastefully done. After Jack lit a fire in the fireplace, he poured glasses of wine for them both. They sat on the couch, with their bodies touching. Jack savoring the moment, with Jill waiting in anticipation of what Jack would require of her. The wait was short.

"Jill, I want you to stand in front of me", he requested.

Jill rose from the couch, and stood about six feet in front of Jack, facing him, with a nervous, but excited look on her face.

"Take off your blouse, and skirt", he ordered.

Slowly Jill took off her blouse. Her spectacular breasts swayed into view. Jack had always thought she would look good in the nude, but never this good. Next her skirt came off. Now she was wearing only her garter belt, hose and heels. Her pussy with a delicate thatch of dark brown pubic hair was delightfully displayed. She was a magnificent creature. She moved her hands behind her back in a motion of submissiveness. This accentuated her breasts. She was a dream. Jack thought that maybe he should pinch himself to make sure it was not in fact a dream!

"Jill, if you would, go to the antique chest over by the bar, and open the top drawer. There you will find several coils of rope. Bring me at least three of them", was his next order.

Jill complied. The drawer was filled with all kinds of restraints. She caught a glimpse of steel handcuffs, leather wrists cuffs, and of course, the standard white cotton rope. She retrieved the requested strands of rope and took them to Jack. On his orders, she turned her back to him and placed her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. Jack was quick to bind her wrists tightly in that position. Another strand was placed around her elbows. She gasped as he tightened the rope, forcing her elbows together in the small of her back. It seemed to her that her breasts exploded on her chest. With her elbows tied like this, her chest, and subsequently her breasts were force out. This excited her as it forced her breasts to be more vulnerable, more available to Jack. Jill was almost dizzy with erotic excitement.

At Jack’s instruction, she stood there, turning about so Jack could look at her. She blushed as she saw at the excitement on Jack’s face. It was obvious that he liked what he was seeing. He walked to her, and took her in his arms, holding her tight, kissing her, nearly smothering her with excitement. As he was kissing her, he turned her slightly so his hand could find her up raised breasts. He kneaded them, pinching her nipples, twisting and pulling on them. His other hand slipped down to her ass, squeezing each cheek, and slipping his finger into the crevice, tickling her little ass hole. Jill nearly fainted with excitement.

Jack then led her to the couch, where he sat down. He then pulled her over his knees. "Jill, I am not angry with you, but I am going to spank you magnificent ass. I’m going to spank it because it is beautiful, and because I want to. You may cry or scream if you want to. The room is soundproof."

With that he started to stroke her ass cheeks. His hand moved between her inner thighs where he found her smoldering pussy. She was hot. Her pussy was a caldron of sweet hot juices. Jill thought she would come if he continued to rummage through her pussy like this.

Finally, Jack moved his hand to her ass, and started to spank her. The swats became harder, and the heat on her ass rose. That heat was being translated directly to her pussy. Jack struck harder, causing her to gasp, and whimper. Finally she began to sob. She tried to keep still, and she struggled to do so. Her ass was now on fire. Still she struggled to stay in position. The heat in her pussy was now volcanic.

At long last, Jack stopped her spanking. He pulled her off his lap, and placed her in a kneeling position on the floor directly in front of him. He unbuttoned his trousers, and extracted his cock. Jill was both surprised, and pleased at its size. It looked wonderfully menacing. Jack pulled her up to a upright kneeling, in front of his sitting position on the couch. They were face to face, tears from her spanking moistening her face. He pulled her to him, sliding his rigid cock between her thigh’s, rubbing against her scalding pussy.. Jack was pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts. From time to time he would slap them, causing them to quiver and sway. Jill was quietly whimpering with excitement as Jack abused her.

Finally, Jack pulled her face, still wet with tears, to his and kissed her long and passionately. Jill kept rubber her cunt against his cock. He ended the kiss, and waited for Jill to regain her breath. She was gasping for air, as she was sliding her pussy back and forth on his cock.

Jack, looking deep into her eyes, asked, "Jill, I want you to be my slave. Do you submit, and give yourself to me, completely as my naked bound slave?"

"Oh God, Oh God", she cried, "Yes! Jack, I want to be your slave. Yes, do it, I submit. I am yours!"

Jack smiling, and stood up in front of her, with his cock in front of her face. "Suck it!" Jill kissed the head of his cock, and the slipped it into her mouth. She was like a hungry terrier, worrying a bone. She could not get enough of his enormous cock into her mouth. She was totally consumed with the moment.

Jack, then pulled his cock from her mouth, and assisted her to her feet. In her excited haze, she was tottering on her high heels. Jack took her by the arm to steady her, and again he kissed her long and passionately, while his other hand was squeezing her breasts. As she regained her balance, he moved his hand to her pussy. He took a hand full of her curly brown pussy fur, and pulled on it. When he heard her gasp from the pressure, he whispered in her ear, "It’s time for you to be royally fucked!"

With Jill struggling for her senses, Jack was pulling on her pubic hair, using it as a leash to lead her to his bedroom.

Continued…

The Bad Seed, The Beginning

RogueLover on Forced Stories

I grow up on a ranch in Montana ; it was a relaxing environment nothing major ever happened unless I made it happen. From early on I work beside my father mending fences, feeding the stock and repairing the vehicles and tools of our trade.

 

Dad was 35 and mom was 32, I was 15 then and my two sisters Deb (12) and Suzy (11). We had the standard 5 bed room ranch house, barn and a couple of out building. Our ranch was 30 miles from any thing except the river we swam in when it got hot.

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In school I learned a lot but not all lessens are in books. I learned about Sex watching Dad and Mom through a window and would masturbate while watching them. Dad always had to force the issue but mom would mostly give in to vaginal sex nothing else. I would occasionally sneak a peek at Deb and Suzy even though they had nothing to offer me at there stage of development.

 

In school I learned to enjoy grass and the satisfaction of getting a Blow job from the school slut. The bus ride was an hour each way to school and we guys talked about every thing but mostly sex.

 

I had a routine I called “Toke and Stroke” need I explain? On one of my Toke and Stroke brakes I heard my dad call me to the house. He informed us Aunt Betty’s husband Bill had died and I was going by bus to help her on their ranch. They lived about 3oo miles away so the trip was boring and uneventful.

 

Aunt Betty was dad younger sister she was 30ish like mom. She was a total prude and a little over weight. She stood 5’5 and weight about 130lbs. Uncle Bill had a stroke we was way over weight the last time I saw him and smoke nasty smelling cigars. They had no children, that was probably the deciding factor I got this job. School was out and she needed the help. I was blest getting the lines shack so I could once again enjoy my toke and stroke and not be bothered. After a few days I started sneaking any flesh shoot I could of my aunt to aid in my nightly pleasure.

 

Then one late afternoon I was in my zone of getting high and thinking about Betty on my cock then she walked in on me. The shock on here face was so cool, big eyes and open mouth. All I could say was fuck! And then she had to say something that set me off “I am going to tell your father, you sick bastard”.

 

The next thing I knew I was grabbing her and forcing her to the floor. I sat on top of her so she could not move. She screamed and pleated for me to let her go. My cock was so hard I could have chiseled granite. I then knew Aunt Betty was to be my first fuck! I wasted no time ripping her clothes off. She keep saying no John, please. I told her I would please her and my self at the same time. I slapped her to get her attention and drug her to my bed.

 

I was no expert but I was going to have my way with her. I forced her legs open and started rubbing my cock up against her dry pussy. I have never even thought of fucking a girl in the ass but I did threaten Aunt Betty with it and that is when she stopped fighting me. Through her tears and cracking voice she asked me why I was rapping her. I felt if I played my cards right and said the right words she might open up for me.

 

Oh I am so bad, I know it! I started to seduce her with my words. Aunt Betty I am sorry for your loss, I have never been with a woman so when I seen you I wanted you. Her look changed, Oh John I am over weight and not pretty. I stopped her with a kiss on the lips that said I wanted you.

 

I keep rubbing her pussy with my cock and forcing her to kiss me on the lips. She slowly started kissing me back. I could feel her hands sliding up and down the sides of my chest. Her hips where lifting to meet mine and I finely heard her say, “Oh John it has been over a year sense a man has been in her.

 

Once I felt her pussy getting wet, I started to slide one hand down to my cock so I could guide it in her. I was shocked and aroused when it was her hand that got there first. I let her guide me in because this was my first time. I started messaging her large breast with my tongue.

 

As I felt her clit open for me I slowly drove in not with any real force but a steady pressure. I would go in a couple of inches the back out then back in. I was fully in control and I loved it. She started to softly moan, each time I thrusted    she moaned louder and held me tighter. I could feel her juices pouring to lubricate us. Her pussy was so tight I thought I would never reach bottom.

 

Her pussy clamped tight around my cock as I increased my pleasure with her. She was crying with pleasure Oh my GODDD! Johnny YESSSSSSS. I am fucking cummmming don’t stop fucking me. I had no intension of stopping I was enjoying my self making her enjoy the moment.

 

I could feel my balls ready to release my Baby Magic. I was going to cum also and told her so. She stopped dead and yelled no, don’t cum in me I am not protected!! I shot five full loaded deep in her. I was spent, she said what have we done? I said the first thing that came to mind “we are going to have a baby, Aunt Betty”, she started to cry in my chest.

 

That night we walked back to the main house holding hands. We ate with out saying a word, she left and went to bed. I could hear her crying so I went into her bedroom. She looked at me then started crying again. As I set beside her I placed my arm around her and kissed her cheek. With out looking at me only the floor she asked do you really think I am pregnant? I response yes.

 

She told me she had always wanted a child. Now she had her wish and the seed was from good stock. We made love that night and I made sure to plant a few more seeds for good measure.

The Bachelor Party

Sir James on Forced Stories

THE BACHELOR PARTY

The large mansion stood out on the quiet street in Chevy Chase, Maryland. It sat well back from the road, protected with massive ornate wrought iron fences. It reminded one of those large English estate houses built a hundred years ago in the British countryside. Lights in the leaded windows illuminated the grounds surrounding the house. On this night the large wrought iron gates were open and one could see limousines parading down the driveway. An armed security guard checked each car to make sure only invited guests were allow on the estate grounds.

Yes, it is a festive night. The Master of the house is engaged to be married and this is the evening of his bachelor par

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ty. This is the last bit of his “freedom“. Tomorrow he will fly to a private island in the Cayman Islands for a secretive private wedding. Only the very select will be invited to attend the auspicious mating.

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

Sir James

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Kidnapping Keri-Part Five

I was happy in my small two bedroom cottage. I had enrolled in engineering college, and was doing just fine. I had been awarded a very nice scholarship to pay for my tuition and expenses. This life agreed with me, and I felt that I was beginning to journey through my adult life. Living by myself gave me a delicious feeling on independence. There was a complication.

My sister Keri was my love, and had become my sex slave and obsession. I missed her and what we shared. On a recent weekend visit home, I discovered that Keri was having problems. She missed me. She was depressed, and her grades were suffering. My parents and I talk

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ed about Keri, and devised an answer. I offered to have Keri move in with me. I told them she could have the second bedroom in my little bungalow, but I would really appreciate them helping with the rent. I had plans to rent that room to another student to defray my rental costs. For this, I promised I would enroll Keri in a high school near my college, and I would tutor her to bring her grades up to par. My parents were overjoyed at this arrangement. So was Keri. I was very pleased, to say the least.

The following weekend I moved Keri into my house. Even though I put all of her stuff in the second bedroom, it was clear that she would share my bed. We had to keep up appearances for our parents. We were like a honeymoon couple. We were excited to be back together, and now in our own place

As soon as we were alone, Keri ran to my arms. I hugged and kissed my lover and sister. I quickly undressed her, and then myself. We fell into my bed and made love like we had not seen each other for years!

Afterwards, we lay there in the bed, basking in the afterglow of our hot afternoon sex. My arm was around Keri, as I lay on my back. She had her head on my shoulder, lying on her side, facing me. Her sweet breasts were pressed hard against my body and she was softly stroking my flagging cock.

“Jack”, she whispered. “I am the happiest girl in the world. I thought I had lost you. I’m so glad we are here together.”

I smiled, hugged her, and after kissing her, replied. “Yeah, Baby Sister, I missed you too. But, if we are going to live together, however, I insist on some rules.”

Keri looked at me, and asked, “What kind of rules? I’m already your sex slave, silly.”

“Well, that’s the point, Dear Sister. I want us to make sure we maintain that way of life. Like in the past, you are my sex slave. I will tie, restrain you when I want. I will whip and torture you as in the past, and no sex act will be too much for you. I guess we can say you do not have the right to say ‘no’.”

Keri smiled, “Yes, Big Brother, I know all that, and I accept your rules.”

“Good“, I commented. “Next, we are going to get your school grades up to where they should be. We don’t want mother and dad to insist you going back home because you grades did not improve like I promised.”

“I promise”, she said, stroking my now erect cock. “Is there any thing else Master?”

“Yeah, there is”, I said, pausing for a moment. “If the opportunity presents itself, I intend to engage in our “kidnap” games”, I replied

Keri paused, and the asked, “You mean you might give me to someone else to torture and rape?”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I really liked us doing that. I would really like to do it again, providing I find a person I want to share you with. Damon and Jerry have both moved away, so we can‘t include them in our activities.”

Keri was quiet as she continued stroking my rigid cock. Finally she replied, “O.K., if you really want me to, I will submit to you... I love you, Jack.”

Keri moved down my body, leaving a trail of delicious kisses until she arrived at my cock. She used her sweet pink tongue to flick the tip of my cock as she stroked the rigid heated shaft, causing it to throb with my heart beat. Teasingly, she slipped her soft sweet lips over the head of my cock, and started to suck it in earnest To add to the sensation, she cupped my balls with her hand, gently massaging them. I could not hold out long, and soon my cock erupted in jets of hot semen, filling her beautiful mouth. She managed to take it all, not losing a drop. It had been a long day, and with in a very short time we both fell asleep, my sister Keri with my cock touching her lips as her head rested on my stomach. Her soft dainty hand still gently holding my balls. It was wonderful to be together again.

The college year went as usual. I was doing well in my engineering and computer science classes, and Keri’s grades improved. By mid winter, she was ready to graduate from high school in the Spring. We continued to live together. We went to college functions as boy friend and girl friend. Keri looked so hot, a lot of my friends envied my having her as my lover. Little did they know I was living with and having fabulous sex with my beautiful sister.

During my next year at college, I turned 20 and Keri was 18. We were closer than ever, and at every opportunity I took her deeper into sexual slavery. By now I had purchased many bondage items. There were cuffs (leather and steel), the ever present ropes, whips, nipple and clit clamps, dildos and other paraphernalia to bring us both pleasure. Keri reveled in her sexual slavery. She was virtually my 24/7 slave.

In the Spring of that school year, as I was approaching 21 years of age, and Keri approaching 19, I met Eric. We met on the racket ball court, and became fast friends. Even though he was discrete, it was obvious that he thought Keri was one incredible woman. I liked Eric, and I started to probe his psyche to see if he would the right person to share Keri with. One day, at his apartment, I noticed some bondage porn books and BDSM videos in his closet. When I asked, he readily admitted that he was very interested in the subject of BDSM, but had never had a chance to pursue his desires.

I invited Eric to my house on Saturday evening, and told him to expect something very special in the area of BDSM. He tried to get me to tell him what the surprise was, but I held fast. He would have to wait and see. In the meantime, he and I had several conversations about BDSM and sexual slavery of women. From what I could discern from our talks, he probably thought I knew of a couple of hookers who would accommodate us.

I told Keri about the upcoming Saturday evening with Eric, and that I would be letting him participate in her slavery. She was a little apprehensive, but agreed to obey me. We had not done anything like this since we were in high school. Keri had met Eric and liked him. We both were excited about the possibilities.

Saturday afternoon came. Keri was given instructions on how to dress. She asked what the evening activities would be, but I kept her in the dark. I thought it would be better that way. I had her put on one of her string bikini swim suits. Over that, as instructed, she put on a black strapless bra and matching black lace panties. Then she put on a short skirted sun dress. The top of the dress resembled a halter top, the straps of which were tied in a bow at the back of her neck. To top this off, she put on a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps. Keri was very adept at wearing very high heel shoes as I required her to be naked, wearing high heel shoes, when ever we were alone. Once she was dressed for the evening, you could not tell that she had five layers of clothing on, including her dress. She was just dressed very stylishly, and very beautiful.

When Eric arrived, Keri was the model hostess. She served snacks and drinks, and was very attentive. Eric could not take his eyes off her. After every one had relaxed, I told Keri to go into the bedroom. There, on the bed, she would find a brief case. She was to bring it into the living room. She did as instructed. Eric asked about what was gong to happen. I told him to have patience and he would not be disappointed.

Keri brought the brief case into the living room, and put it on the coffee table. As instructed, she opened it. Inside were ropes, cuffs, gags, and other items needed by a man who “owned” a sex slave. Keri was told to take the penis gag from the brief case. This was a leather strap on which was mounted a rubber dildo. This is inserted in at slaves mouth, with the strap holding it tightly in place. The does a really good job of silencing a sex slave. Keri was told to put it on.

“Keri, make sure you pull the strap tight”, I ordered. She did as I asked.

“Now, slave, put on the steel police handcuffs, and lock you hands behind your back. Make sure the cuffs are tight”, was her next order. Keri did as I asked.

Eric was spell bound. Now standing in front of him was one very beautiful submissive woman, handcuffed and gagged on her own volition. He was silent, at a loss for words as he watched the evening unfold. At my instructions, Keri moved about, posing so Eric could appreciate her bondage and beauty. Her short dress and high heels displayed her great legs, while her breasts were pushed against the fabric of her sun dress.

I stood and walked to Keri. I hugged her and kissed her gagged mouth. While I was kissing her, my hand was fondling her breasts through her dress. Picking a strand of rope, I wrapped it around her elbows, pulling it tight and tying it off. Now her elbows were touching each other, bound tightly in the small of her back, causing her amazing breasts to push out from her chest, straining the fabric of her dress. I unlocked the handcuffs, and used another piece of rope to tightly tie her wrists.

“Eric, you have met Keri, the most important thing in my life, but now I want you to meet Slave Keri. She is my sex slave, and I do with her as I wish.”

Eric finally was able to speak. “Wow”, he uttered. “I never knew. Wow, She…Keri…uh, she…, Man she’s beautiful”. I noticed from the lump in his trousers that he had an erection. Keri noticed also.

“Eric, I have a surprise for you. You and I are going to play “strip poker”. The winner of each hand gets to take an article of clothing off Keri. When she is naked, then we will enjoy her.”

Eric replied, “Wow!”

I answered, “Quit saying ’Wow’, and go to the table where the cards are, and let’s play poker.” Keri was looking at me with a look of lust, and a little bit of trepidation. It had been a long time since I done something like this to her. I took her by the bound forearm and escorted her to the kitchen table.

Eric and I sat down at the table, while Keri was made to stand, on display, between us. Eric was excited, and Keri was submissively beautiful. Her pretty blue eyes watching her two captors. The first hand of cards were dealt, and after some maneuvering, I won the first hand.

“Keri”, I said. “Come here. I have won the right to remove your dress. Who ever wins a hand can remove an article of clothing from you. When the article is removed, you are to stand very close to the winner of that hand, as he has the right to enjoy feeling and playing with you body.” Keri nodded her head.

I removed her dress, without untying her. Now she was standing there in a black bra and matching black panties. Eric was enthralled. I sat back down and spent the next few minutes running my hands over her body, paying care attention to her breasts and pussy.

Time to deal the next hand. Eric was not a very good poker player, so I deliberately lost that hand, so he could remove an article of Keri’s clothes. He removed her strapless bra. He was somewhat disappointed that she had on a bikini bra underneath. Keri moved very close to Eric, and stood silently as he took every advantage of feeling and playing with her scantily clad body. Finally, I told him it was time for another hand of poker. Reluctantly, his hands left Keri, and returned to the poker hand he was dealt. Even as he looked at his cards, one of his hands was stroking her delicious ass and fabulous legs as she obediently stood there.

Eric won the next hand, and removed her panties, leaving her standing there in her string bikini and high heeled shoes. Again, Eric reveled in running his hands all over her body.

I made sure Eric won the next hand of poker. He stood up and walked behind Keri. He slowly undid the ties to her bikini top. The top fell away, and she was standing there with her magnificent breasts on display. Eric’s pulled her back into his body, his hands going around her body, grasping her waiting breasts. He spent nearly ten minutes playing with her breasts and kissing her gagged face. The bulge in his trousers were more than obvious. Keri’s bound hands were brushing against his painfully rigid cock.

The last hand of poker was mine. Keri was standing between us as I removed her bikini bottom. She was magnificent. I ran my hand between her legs to find that her pussy was hot and wet. She moaned softly as I pushed my finger into her heated passage. After a minute or two, finger fucking Keri, I turned to Eric.

“Now, my friend, come with me”, I instructed. I took my naked sister Keri by her bound wrists and escorted her to the corner of the living room. Reaching up, I took a hanging planter down from the eye bolt mounted in the ceiling. Using a long piece of rope, I tied one end around Keri’s bound wrists, and the other end through the eye bolt. I pulled on the rope, pulling it up tight, raising Keri’s bound hands and arms well above her, until she was sharply bent at the waist. I tied the rope off, forcing her to remain in that exposed position. Her beautifully smooth ass was now exposed to be fondled or whipped. Her awesome breasts were hanging, awaiting torment. Eric was just about to learn about the latter.

“Eric, this is my slave”, I said. “You told me you have never whipped a woman before. Tonight, you are going to be privileged to whip the most beautiful ass in this town. Here, run your hands over this sweet ass.”

Eric ran his hands over Keri’s exposed ass, and than let his hand drift down to her smoldering pussy. He slapped her ass a couple of times, as if to test the texture. He then ran his hand down to Keri’s hanging breasts. He squeezed them, and pinched her nipples. Keri squirmed, as best she could, as Eric twisted her nipples.

I handed Eric a multi-strand whip. He visually measured the distance of his stroke, and brought he whip across Keri’s upraised ass. Immediately, delicate pink striations appeared on the smooth skin of her bottom. Eric liked whipping Keri. She was softly moaning as her ass as assaulted. Eric expanded his area of attack, at my suggestion. He brought the whip down to Keri’s breasts. They shook and trembled under the attack of Eric’s whip. About the time that I thought he was reaching her limit of pain, I stopped him. While he was whipping Keri, I was undressing. My cock was so hard it hurt. I moved behind Keri, and slipped my rigid member into her steaming pussy. She moaned louder, through her gag, as she felt my cock invade her cunt. Eric was undressing as I was fucking my helpless sister. As he finished undressing, I stopped fucking Keri, and untied the rope that held her in the bent over position. Keri was disappointed as I had not brought her to a cum, that she so desperately wanted.

I told Eric to sit on the couch as I removed the gag from Keri’s mouth.

“Keri, my sweet slave, I want you to go to Eric and welcome him to our home with a well executed blow-job. Make it the best he ever had.”

Eric watched as Keri knelt down in front of him. He was speechless as she leaned forward and kissed and licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. She then leaned in further, and took his cock into her mouth. Eric nearly passed out. As Keri was sucking Eric’s cock, I moved behind her, and slipped my cock back into her sweet pussy. This was too much for Keri. I fucked her savagely. Before she had a chance to get Eric off, she succumbed to my cock and climaxed. She lost control and let his cock slip from her mouth as she buried her head in his crotch while she had a massive cum.

When she came back to her senses, she looked up at Eric, “Oh, Eric, Sir, I am very sorry. I should not have cum without permission. I am sorry I did not bring you to a cum. I am very sorry.”

Eric started to say, ’Oh that’s OK’, but I intervened. “Slave, you know you will have to be punished.”

Keri hung her head, “Yessir, Jack, Sir, I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I picked Keri up and carried her to my bed. I promptly placed her in the middle of the bed, on her back with her bound hands and arms pinned beneath her. Using two strands of rope, I tied her ankles to the corners of our four poster bed, spreading her legs widely.

“Eric, we have a slave here that needs to be punished. Take this whip and whip her pussy so she will not forget her duties”, I ordered.

At first, Eric was hesitant. He had never whipped a delicious pussy of a beautiful woman before. He was up to the task however, and in a minute or two, had Keri crying, begging to suck his cock. I stopped him at the appropriate time. At my suggestion, he climbed on the bed and straddled Keri’s body. He moved forward until his cock was at her mouth. As she opened her soft lips to receive him, his ass was pressing down on her upraised breasts. He started humping and fucking her pretty mouth. Her lips wrapped around his erection as he fucked her face, with no mercy. In a moment or two, he came. The evening was nearly too much for him. His cock exploded in her mouth, sending jets of scalding cum down her throat.

The evening had gone well. Before it came to an end, Keri was fucked again by each of us, and she sucked me to a cum. After Eric left to go to his apartment, Keri and I showered together. She wanted to be hugged and kissed by me. She was able to give me another erection as she soaped and massaged by cock. I fucked her right there in the shower. She was wonderful sex slave, and I loved her.

Well, I am 32 now. I have an excellent career in engineering. Keri and I have moved to Chicago, and live together as man and wife. Everyone who knows us thinks we are married. She is become even more beautiful, and I am the envy of all the guys I know. It is a beautiful life, and I cannot imagine it being any different. Both our parents are gone now, so it is just us, and we love it. We know society would frown on how we live, but we don’t care. We are madly in love with each other.

Oh, yes, Keri is still my love slave, and yes, from time to time I share her with a very close friend or two. Yes, it’s an exciting and satisfying life.

THE END

Her First Time, Like It Or Not

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Tom and I had been good friends since college. He had married a really hot girl, Beth, that I had a hard time not lusting over. Alright, I had tried to sneak a few peaks of her naked when we vacationed together, but unfortunately always failed. The years went by and they quickly had two daughters, while I stayed single. His oldest daughter, who had turned 14 in June, was named Molly.

Molly always had a slender build and was average height, I am guessing about 5 foot 4 inches. At her 14 th party I noticed she was starting to develop, probably up to a solid A cup, if not a small B cup. She still had a slender build, but with her very tiny waist could not help noticing that she had the hour glass figure well on its way. Molly and I always got along well. The fact that I had a ski

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boat and would have her family down for weekends at my cottage and take them all water skiing did not hurt. While her parents were relatively strict with her and treated her like a little kid I tried to build her up and complement her on her beauty. With her light brown hair, big blue eyes and cute body the compliments were not fake.

It was during one of these planned weekends at the lake cottage that Molly and I unexpected spent some time alone. Molly had been at cheerleading camp all week near my lake cottage and I volunteered to pick her up that afternoon and take her to the cottage, since Tom had to work a full day and then go home to pick up the rest of his family. Even though I was in my early thirties the thought of stopping by a teen age cheerleading camp and then spending an hour in a car with Molly was pretty enticing. I was on my way to pick up Molly when I recieved a cell phone call from her mother Beth. It ends up Molly's little sister had try outs for a play she really wanted to be in the next morning so they could not make it to the cottage until noon on Saturday. She apologized and offered to drive out that night to get Molly. I told her not to bother, that I would just take Molly straight to their place or Molly could just spend the night. Beth said she did not want to inconvenienceme and I said it was zero inconvenience since I was just planning to do some work on the cottage and the boat. We agreed to leave it up to Molly and touch base after I picked her up.

The cheerleading camp was as much fun as  I thought it would be. I was early, as planned, and there were babes everywhere. The camp was for high school age cheerleaders, and some of the older girls looked like they could be LA Laker dancers. Some of the girls were really built, and I was thinking they must really bounce when they jump. Found Molly and she gave me a big welcome hug, which I made sure to extend by pulling her tight. Helped her load her stuff and noticed her body looked ever tighter after a week of working hard at the camp. Her blue eyes really stood out as her skin bronzed from being in the sun.

As we were pulling out I gave her the news about her families delay and gave her her options, drive two hours back home or drive a half hour to the cottage and go water skiing. Wanted to frame the question right and it worked. After she gave me the no duh look she called her mom and told her she wanted to go to the cottage. I over heard her mother tell her to make sure she helped me in cleaning the cottage and boat. 

We arrived at the cottage and it was in great shape, after my sisters fmily hd borrowed it the week before. The boat though definitely needed cleaning, after sitting on a trailer for the last month. Molly said she would clean it, but I told her I could not let her do it alone. She then realized that she was without a bathing suit, in that her mother was suppose to bring one for her. After a few dirty thoughts of thinking of telling her she could go without I remembered that my sister kept a suit at the cottage. I gave Molly the suit and a safety pin, since my sister, while thin, was bigger than Molly. Molly came out in the bikinitop and with her cheer shorts on over the bikini bottoms. She grabbed a sponge and asked where to start. My sick mind told her it would be easiest for her to start on the outside of the boat, since she could stand up while working. I told her I would work along with her from the inside of the boat reaching down to the areas she could not reach. While she thought I was being nice, I knew I was just being a pervert in that I knew with this arrangement I would be forced to be looking down at her beautiful hard body the whole time we worked. I wondered if other people my age were anywhere as close to being this sick, in that Molly was only 14 and I am in my mid thirties. But at that point I did not care, she looked great and I was rock hard. We begin working and with a fringe benefit of the too large bikini top was that it would just hang open when she bent forward to get more water on her sponge. She would often try to hold her top to her breasts when she would bend over, but with a sponge in one hand and her other hand all wet she would often fail and it made for a great show. It was interesting, with a bra on Mollys breast looked small and round, but when hanging loose they looked like small pyramids, sticking straight out. Her nipples were lightly colored and also seemed to be sticking out hard. I was thinking maybe it was from the cold hose water, since the temperature was only in the sevnties. We had only been at the cottage and hour and  I could not believe I had seen Molly's beautiful breast, even if she was trying to hide them. Never enjoyed cleaning the boat more and was sad when we were done, thinking it might be the last time I ever see breasts that young and perfect.

Told Molly I felt bad making her work that hard and offered to let her water ski. She jumped at the chance and I let her ski until she was exhausted. She usually has just a short term, since there were always others waiting and she could not believe I kept letting her go again after she would fall. The highlight for me was holding the ladder in place as she climbed on board after her last ride. She was worn out and it was a struggle to pull herself up the ladder. The bikini bottom had strtched a bit after getting wet and the safety pin did not stop it from sliding a few inches down her butt as she climbed out. What a sight, that beautiful white tight butt, just below the dark tan line. Could have looked forever, but seeing that she was struggling had to move around to her front to help pull her out.

Went back to the house and both showered and got dressed for dinner. I grabbed a beer and she was having a lemonade. I mentioned how beautiful she was and asked if she was dating. She mentioned that she was not allowed to date until she was 16. I asked if she ever had a boyfriend and she said no. She said her friends had told her about boys that liked her, but between going to a catholic grade school and her parents she really hadn't had a chance. I told her that would change quickly now that she was going into high school and that I would have asked her out in a second. She giggled and said she was a bit afraid of the whole dating thing, since she had zero experience. Joking around I said I would be her boyfriend that night at dinner, so that she would be at least a little prepared. She looked at me and said that would be fun. I said "ok, but this is just betwen you and I. And don't make fun of me if I stutter, because I am not used to such a beautiful girlfriend." She punched me in the arm and said to quit teasing and I responded that I was not teasing. Molly left to grab a sweater, I ws hoping she would not put it on ver her tank top and skirt.  I grabbed another beer and a lemonade for Molly. This is where I really began to cross the line. I put extra dry lemonade mix in Molly's glass and a shot of vodka. Don't really know what I was thinking, but thought it would make things interesting. Also put another show of vodka in a zip lock bag in my pocked. I knew what I was doing was waywrong, but ever since seeing those breasts dangling I was thinking all day with the wrong head. Molly returned and I toasted the new couple. I told her I would treat her like a girlfriend and show her the things boys would try on dates. I said boys would probably try to move things along faste than her and she needed to be ready and figure out how she would respond. I repeated that this was favor to her and that it was just between us and she said of course.   We finished out "cocktails" and I grabbed her hand for the walk to the car, it felt so smooth and small.

The restaurant was very nice, with a nice table over looking the water. We sat next too each other facing the water. Molly was very talkative and relaxed, I think her first shot of alcohol had her initially flying. When she left the table to visit the rest room I snuck a secong vodka shot into her drink, and decided that was enough if not too much. When she came back I told her she would be pretty safe in a restaurant, but in a secluded table like this a boy might let his hands wander. She looked at me like "what are you talking about". I said they might put their hands on her beautiful leg and just hold it our slide there hands up and down like this and showed her with my hand just above her knee. She said "that does not seem to be too bad". I said it is not, but with her wearing a short skirt thay might try to push it a little further and slide their hands up her skirt a little and I then slid my hand a lttle under her skirt and massaged a ways up her thigh before pulling out (boy did she feel great). She said why would they do that. I could tell she was not playing dumb, so I slowly described the steps boys might take using the old baseball analogy. First base = kiss, second base = touching breasts... I used very tame language and said it was awkward to discuss but she should know what her friends are talking about and how boys think. Don't know if she bought it all. At this point dinner was over and it was time to head home.

On the drive home I mentioned that dates often consisted of a dinner and movies, and we could watch a movie at my house. Molly said she was game.  We got home and I said Molly could pick a movie. She was looking at an r rated movie and said it looked good but her parents would never let her watch it. I said go ahead, since I knew it had a few very sensuous scenes. We sat down on the couch and pulled her over to me and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and told her that is how dates often sit. I looked down at her beautiful eyes and they were glassy and she said she was feeling tired, probably the effect of the vodka. I told her to just rest her head on my shoulder and relax. After a few minutes of the movie I told her this was probably the first move many boys would take and I moved my right hand down from her shoulder to the closest breast and gave it a nice soft squeeze and started to grab a feel (they were small, but as firm as my imagition had thought). She then pushed my hand a way. I told her that was the perfect response, that with her looks boys would want to grab a feel and she would have to decide when she was ready. I asked her how it felt "good, bad...", and she said it just felt weird. So much for my ability to turn on a fourteen year old.

I then said at this point boys would often try to go for a kiss.  I asked her if she had ever kissed before and she said only relatives. I aksed her to show me and she gave me a peak on the cheek. I told her boys would want it longer on the mouth and she gave me a longer closed mouth peck on lips. I then gave her an explanation of the different types of kissing, from pecks on the hand to deep french kissing (DFK) with tongue play. I told her to save the DFK kissing for a boy she really liked, but that she should really practice before that time. I said lets try it real slowly and at least you will know what to do. She gave me a doubtful look but softly said ok, perhaps the vodka was helping me. We started lightly kissing, with her mouth open about 1/16 of an inch. I explained that was not quite it and told her to kep her lips loose and  Iwould show her. I slowly pushed her lips open with my tongu and tried to be very gentle and slow, so that she did not get spooked. I genlty kissed her top and loer lips, htey were s soft. She felt great, but there was little coming back. I then explained that she would need to kiss back more, but that it would be easier with a real boyfriend.

I told Molly there was one more of my favorite moves that boys would often try while kissing. I told her that while kissing boys would often let there hands wander, usually to feel a breast like I showed her earlier. I said that when boys did that they would often try for more that just a quick feel through a shirt. I said let me show you and I gently kissed her on the lips and touched her breasts through her short for a split second. I stopped kissing and said that was one way. I then said let me quickly show you the second and third ways. I gently kissed her and this time slid my hand quickly under her tank top and lightly touched her bra and quickly pulled out. I did not want to spook her any worse and really wanted to show her the third way. At this point I was one step beyond hard and could fel some pre cum wetness in my pants. I was so exited I was in pain. I knew I had pushed our little game as far as Molly wanted and could tell by her eyes that she was not interested in going any further, but I also knew I could not stop with a quick touch of her breasts thru a shirt at this point. I then said "ok Molly, that is about it. The last thing I will show you is the third method boys will take when trying to feel a girl up".  I started lightly kissing Molly again, but this time pushed it a little more and had her head backed uop the seat cushion.  I then quickly slid my hand up her shirt and felt her body stiffen. I knew this was my last shot, so instead of just trying to slide my hand under her bra I pushed it up over her one breast. Luckily her breasts are relatively small and the bra pushed up rather easily. I grabbed her breast between my thumb and fingers and gently massaged. At this point she tried to push my hand away but I kept enjoying the feel of her firm, but soft, breast. She tried to break our kiss off, but I kept kissing her, holding her head in place with my other hand, even as she tried to close her mouth. Perhaps I was thinking she never said no, so as long as we were kissing I had the go ahead. Her little tit felt great and I kept massaging it even as she was now trying to slide out from under me. I quickly rolled on top of her on the couch, putting my leg between her legs so that she could not slide out. I began to tweak her nipple, thinking it would get hard quick, but it took a while to get it as hard at it looked when we were washing the boat. Now my rock hard cock was resting on her thigh, and her squirming around was grinding it even through my pants. I now reached across and grabbed her other breast, it felt as great as the first. Molly was struggling to break off contact anyway she could, but 100 pounds is no match for 190 pounds, especially when that person is more sexual excited that he has ever been.

I need to taste the most beautiful breast I had ever seen, and have now touched. I slide down to kiss Molly's breasts, my waste now between her legs, pinning her down. As soon as I break the kiss, Molly starts screaminh "stop, what are you doing, no.....". I push up her shirt and look at her great little breast and start sucking on the right breast. I can get the whole breast in my mouth, and twirl my tongue around her nipple. I have to suck hard and hold her with both hands to keep contact. I am  thinking this must feel good to her, my girlfriends love this move, but the screaming reminds me that she does not enjoy it in the least. I normally could do this for a long time, but not in these conditions. I move back up and start kissing Molly again. Her mouth is closed, but I force it open with my tongue.  I am surprised I can get my tongue in her mouth and it is a lot nicer without the noise. My left hand quickly moves from the back of her head to her thigh. Molly's short skirt has ben pushed up already so it is real easy to reach the front of her panties. I start massaging her opening through the panties. Molly is trying to move away in every direction, but between my legs and arms I have her very securely positioned. Molly is not wet at all through her panties, which reminds me how far I have crossed the line and how different this is from all my previous recipricol sexual escapades. I move my index finger to one of Molly's thin long legs and slip it under her panty, I start moving around and find soft thin hair covering her mound.  It takes a little while, but I find her opening. It is not very wet either. I genly massage all around the opening, paying extra soft attention to her clit. I am thinking she must find this enjoyable, but i open my eyes and can tell by the shock and teror in her eyes that this is only feeling good to me.

For the 20th time that night I think of stopping, knowing I should, but I am now out of my mind. My hand pulls away from her warm box, but instead of stopping reaches for my zipper. I don't even thinking of stripping our clothes off, I need to be inside of Molly now! I get my zipper down quickly, but with one hand it takes a while to get my rock hard boner through my boxers. It is so hard and hot the fresh air feels good on my cock. I am almost seven inches long, but pretty thin. I remember thinking at the time that being thin was probably good for a change.  I now reach again with a few fingers under Molly's panties.I slowly massage her opening again, but this time try to slide a finger a little inside her. I finally find the exact opening and try to push my index finger in. It slides in a little, but even trying to slide in a little is really tight. I push it up and down just an inch or so and it feels like her body is being lifted up by my finger her pussy is so tight. I know move my cock near her opening, keeping my index finger in as a placeholder. When  Iam in my other fingers of the same hand are holfing my cock next to my index figer. At this pint Ibreak off the kiss, because I want to give the next move all my attention. Molly is now really screaming "No, please stop. Anything, but this..." But it is this or nothing for me.  I slowly start to pull out my finger and try to push my cock head in.  It does not go in at all. Did I slide away from the opening? I reach down and push in my finger - no, still got the right spot. Now I push my cock head hard and it goes in a little, which brings a huge scream from Molly. I am wondering if I am going to get all the way in and whether I am going to  explode before getting there. I begin to lightly push in and out slowly working the head in, to more screams from Molly. It is now firmly in and I run into the hard barrier I knew I would find. I feel real guilty at this point, but know I  can't stop. I give it a few hard pushes and break through, to an ear splitting scream from Molly. I am now most of the way in and want to be all the way in. I continue with slow but firm pistoning and make it all the way. I am surprised, her pussy is so tight it feels like my cock is sliding between hard bones. It is not the wet sloppy sliding in and out, but instead sliding a little in either direction causes a lot of friction and almost pain to my cock. I have only been inside Molly for about a minute or so, but am about to erupt. Decide to push all the way in and rest in her warm hole, so that what may be my last fuck as a free man will last a little longer. Molly is now just moaning under me.  I get all the way and think I am  going to just enjoy being inside Molly. But her pussy is alive, contracting around my cock, she is also moving underneath me, causing more friction. I think for a split second she is begin to enjoy this, but I open my eyes and she that she is in pain and is just trying to slide me out of her. I realize  I am not going to last much longer and give it a few nice long thrusts before pulling out and shooting the biggest load of my life on her stomach and chest.

It felt great as it kept shooting out and out. But immediately I look at Molly and think what  have  I done. Even crying she is beautiful and now has cum on her dark tanned stomach and bright white tits. The look in her eyes tells me I will pay for this. I had never experienced anything that felt better than the last five minutes, but I will have to tell you when I get out in twenty years if it was worth it.

Intemperate Acquaintances: A Halloween Tale

Peter_Pan on Forced Stories

Living in Deaddolfhin, Illinois had its advantages some said. Founded, according to accepted local legend, on the site of an early settler’s fish-market, why the "f" instead of the traditional "p" no one knew. It had come though to be a rather well-loved little urban idiosynchrasy – something to engage visitors over conversationally, if nothing else.

Jenny Cornwall, by whatever yardstick one were to use, was a cutie. Just seventeen, she was in her last year of high-school. Having her mind set on a career in journalism, she was determined to follow in the footsteps of her illustrious father who was now a financial analyst for no less a tabloid than the New York Times.

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Undeniably aiding her in whatever vocational path she may have chosen, was Jenny’s physical appearance. "Cutie" actually downplays the situation here. "Ventricularly arresting" might be nearer the mark. Five-two in bare-feet (should you be so lucky) the most attractive little heart-shaped face looked out at her world through clear hazel eyes highlighted by sleek dark eyelashes that no street-artist could have pencilled in. Unblemished skin complemented the prettiest of natural expressions that drew one to those lips – delicate and so full of promise, one could only thank God to have been born male – and in Deaddolfhin . Her exquisitely cut and layered mass of brunette hair which trailed off her lovely shoulders even in the most gentle of winds, didn’t detract much either.

The good news didn’t stop there. The aforementioned five-foot two inches of smalltown, middle-American desirability was packaged into a body that did everything right. Her small but beautiful breasts were off-set by an equally restrained but spankable little bottom that sadly had last seen such action when she was but maybe four or five years old. Her legs it seemed, had been sculptured by a professional who one can only suppose, was stretchered off the field comatose, when he reached the top.

Jenny Cornwall was to put it succinctly, one of the most beautiful young girls on the planet.

Late October and circumstances found her hunched-up rather daintily on the floor of her outrageously expansive bedroom, with her four best-friends from school. It hadn’t been a particularly cold evening for the sleep-over, despite the meteorological expectations that might be ascribed the "Cute Kitties of the World" calender that hung marginally askew over her computer desk. ‘October’ had as its main picture, a rather magnificent study of a white tiger trekking through deep snow, carrying her solitary cub by the scruff of it’s neck. To the left of the calender and partly obscured by her carved table-lamp was a sign which read "A home without a cat is just a house" which adequately summed-up Jenny’s views on the subject.

Cyndi Andersson wasn’t far behind in the "Girls I’d like to kidnap for a month" stakes. Of Nordic parentage as might be guessed from her surname, she was slightly taller than Jenny – around five-four. Long deep-blonde hair and quite exquisite features. One of those girls that whatever the occasion, she handled it with style. She didn’t suffer fools readily and as a result, was accorded the status by the other boys at San Carlita High as a seminal-tease as it were. She could so live with that!

Bronwyn Lanchard was the serious one among them. The third daughter of Conrad Lanchard, a prominent local attorney, her grades were legendary, her future (in the legal profession) indisputable. Bronwyn, whilst not classically beautiful was just simply pretty. Maybe it was the way she was constantly brushing her long brown hair out of her eyes as she talked. Perhaps, her little habit of giggling between comments. Certainly her stylish glasses sporting their neat little rectangular lenses by "Jeunique," lent her an air of extreme vulnerability. More than likely though it was just her breasts did it for her. To die for in any clothing you care to mention, tonight as she sat on the floor with her friends in those silky little PJ’s, no man could have shifted his gaze from her arousingly prominent cleavage. One might understandably be reminded of the Marianas trench.

Lucy Vandenholm could best be described as ‘trippy.’ Had she been around in the late sixties she would have slotted into life in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco like a born natural. An effusive little blonde, she had an interest in all things outre! Could have been a high-ranking Goth except for the fact she didn’t like black! Ear-studs and accessories ran riot up into her hairline. A rather creative little tattooed scarab sat but centimeters below the rear naughty upper line of her knickers. To complete the picture, her belly button played host to a simple gold ring that her father had once threatened to tear-out without anaesthetic should she ever be thus pierced. It had not been without difficulty trying to hide this particular mutilation from his line of vision. She was though a real sweetie. Cuddly if not a little hypertense, she wasn’t short of male followers let’s say!

Completing the quintet was Jacqui Melville. Tallest of the group, she was not far off five-eight, courtesy of those wonderful thigh-dominating legs that were born for show and tell on the catwalk. Decidedly catlike herself, with those piercing green eyes, mane of tawny hair and a propensity to purr when you found the right spot, Jacqui was the group’s balancing influence. Blessed with a truck-load of common sense, she could slink her way through any situation. For her, fear had never been an option.

"I wish we could go trick or treating again," said Jenny to no-one in particular. "It’s Halloween tomorrow night guys – don’t you remember all the fun we used to have?" she added wistfully.

"I certainly remember Rick Mancuso in eighth grade," laughed Jacqui, "Always looking to give one of the girls a real "treat" – behind the boy’s locker-room." They all laughed.

"Well why don’t we then?" said Bronwyn. "Who says you have to be ten years old to go out Halloween?"

" Hello Bron," muttered Lucy. "Look at us! We’d look like braindead co-eds fronting up to someone’s house in designer jeans and stuff." The other girls stared at her. "Besides, what are we gonna say?…’Evening sir, Halloween sluts on call – just $100 the group and we take most credit cards!"

Jenny and Bronwyn cracked up.

"Hang on people," Cyndi was getting to her feet. She clasped her bathrobe to her. "Why don’t we just dress-up young? I mean, we’re all pretty short – well except for Miss Vogue magazine over there." Jacqui stuck her tongue out at her.

"You mean like little-girl dresses and pigtails type stuff?" asked Jenny. "You’re kidding!"

"It’s mega-simple," replied Cyndi. "Just take off your make-up and nail polish….hmmmmm," she hesitated, "and well, just giggle a lot!"

"You’re serious aren’t you Cyndi?" enquired Lucy, hugging her knees and looking up at her friend.

"Hey, it would be such fun guys wouldn’t it…really? put in Bronwyn, pleased that she had been the instigator of the idea.

Put to a quick vote, the concept scored big-time. Only Jacqui had held back a little saying "Not so sure this is such a good idea girls." Nevertheless she had gone with the numbers.

Halloween, and Deaddolfhin was host to more candle-lit pumpkins than you’d find at fruiterers’ convention in Hell. At the Cornwall residence it was a veritable hive of retrogressive girlish activity. Jenny, Cyndi and Jacqui had dug out their old year-eight school uniforms which still fitted them to any curve you care to mention. Bronwyn had tugged on a pair of Levis with a floppy top that hid "the trench’ while Lucy had squeezed herself effortlessly into a little party dress that made her look fourteen tops! Jenny and Cyndi had gone the pigtail route, Bronwyn a pony while Jacqui and Lucy had simply brushed their hair back and employed a couple of strategically-placed clasps. To the casual observer, a more normal group of bubbly young schoolkids didn’t exist.

The air was crisp to say the least, as the group, having overlaid themselves with warm coats, crossed Chadstone Road heading for Donners Ridge, an older established estate, comprising many desirable cedar-built homes on large blocks. The streets were tree-lined, the front yards for the most part – immaculate and the general aura – one of wealthy, if not staid indifference. Lucy herself lived in Greenline Avenue just up on their left.

"Hey, lets try this house," Cyndi called out to her friends. Giggling, they climbed the half dozen steps to the small covered verandah. Even as Jenny raised her hand to knock, the front door swung open, giving them and the emerging figure the shock of their joint lives.

"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me," muttered the man, pulling up abruptly.

"Well, it is Halloween sir," replied Jenny, recovering her own composure.

He looked the small group over – clearly undismayed by such redoubtable a feminine presence.

"Aren’t you schoolkids just a little bit old for this?" he asked, addressing Bronwyn now.

" No way ," she replied, "We’re just getting better at it each year," Everyone laughed.

"Well then," he muttered, "What can I say? S’pose I’d better go find you girls some "treats." He disappeared back inside, leaving the door ajar.

"Did you see the way he looked at us?" squeaked Lucy.

"Yeah, more like we were some early Christmas present than Halloween," chipped in Jacqui. "Told you kids this wasn’t such a great idea."

"C’mon Jacqui, lighten up ," said Bronwyn, "It’s just a bit of fun is all."

Right then, the man returned and handed them all various candies. They thanked him and scurried down the steps, leaving him with little more than an empty verandah to talk to.

"This is cool," cooed Cyndi, "Let’s try the next house."

By the end of the street all five girls had their pockets overflowing with enough confectionery to ensure the need of regular dental treatment for years.

"Come on girls, lets go back," said Jacqui. "I think we’ve gotten more than enough and its getting a bit late."

"Just a couple more houses then," insisted Cyndi. "Hey, lets try that street opposite." She pointed across the road.

"Noooo," whispered Lucy looking genuinely concerned. "Not up there – it’s got a bad reputation."

"As in scary? " asked Jenny. "Whoa! We gotta give it a whirl."

"No really," insisted Lucy. Kids have always been told to stay clear of that place. Just lots of stories about bad things happening there."

"Well it looks pretty normal," Jenny replied. "Let’s not wimp out huh?"

Lucy shrugged her shoulders. "I guess," she muttered. Jacqui looked doubtful but tagged along anyway.

Indeed, Mencole Street appeared entirely normal More of the same cedar-built homes lined both sides of the essentially straight road ahead. Perhaps the only noticeable difference was just how quiet the area was, the only sound in evidence being the girl’s footfalls.

Deciding by majority-vote to tackle initially the second house on the right, the five of them approached the front door, well-lit as it was by the overhanging porch light. On their left, two huge carved-out pumpkins placed either side of the entrance steps, glowed with candle-lit intrigue. Sounds of some group festivity were clearly audible inside.

Huddled together as they were for collective comfort, Jenny knocked twice.

Whatever sights they had been expecting to emerge from behind that opening door – Freddy Krueger definitely wasn’t one of them.

Touching the brim of his moth-eaten hat, he leered at them. Why, its Jenny Cornwall?" he exclaimed. Even the voice was uncannily like Wes Craven’s hellish creation. So professionally made was the mask they couldn’t even see where the facial join was.

"God, you scared me," stammered Jenny. "Who are you and how come you know me?’

"Same way I recognise Bronny, Cyndi. Lucy and Jacqui." the figure announced. "You’re not the only five at San Carlita’s y’know!"

The implication of this statement stunned them momentarily.

"You’re a student there?" muttered Lucy incredulously.

"Maybe….maybe not." The Freddy-figure had propped himself up against the doorway. "Anything goes on Halloween night girls," he added, drawing a solitary knifed finger noisily along the top of the screen door.

"C’mon, who are you…really?" Bronwyn was almost begging. "Is it you Wayne? This is just the kinda stunt you’d pull."

"Wayne????" The figure looked wounded. "I’m Freddy Krueger…doncha recognise me?"

"Really? said Jacqui, not even vaguely impressed with the charade. "Well Freddy, last thing I knew – you lost your head. I seem to remember Jason Voorhees striding out of Camp Crystal Lake holding it up for the audience. You winked, remember?"

"Yeah he can sure take punishment that one," the figure cackled to himself. "Dear old Jason. He’s here too you know. Wanna come in and meet him? We’re having quite a party."

"Tell us at least which grade you’re in then," piped-up Cyndi.

"That’d give it away," the figure retorted. "Come on, its Halloween - take a risk. Join us in some ghoulish excitement." So saying, the grotty apparition turned on its heels and headed back inside, leaving the front door open.

"Look, let’s get out of here," Jacqui urged them.

"Wait," said Jenny, "I gotta find out which one of those San Carlita losers he is. I’m sure its not Wayne. I figure its Mark. Look, if we all stick together we’ll be Ok – don’t think anyone’s gonna try anything this close to home."

Against her better judgment, Jacqui accompanied her friends as they trudged inside. The door closing behind them as they did so, did little to assuage her sense of danger.

"I can’t open it," she said stepping back and trying to turn the handle.

"Probably dead-locked," called out Lucy. "You need a key."

Further along the hallway, the sounds of a party in progress were plainly obvious. Not only was the air hot and cloying, it appeared that someone had gone overboard with a fog machine ripped-off from some horror-movie set most likely. Whitish vapor swirled around them, in places almost to knee level.

"God, someone’s blown their entire monthly allowance on the costuming and special effects here," muttered Bronwyn, though none too sure of herself.

An incredibly well lit room ran off to the left from the end of the hallway. Taking a few seconds to adjust, they could see several figures moving about. Many appeared to be girls, for the most part, barely into their teens. Some were dancing listlessly, others looking rather pale, as if they had tossed down one ecstasy tablet too many.

Over on the far wall and little more than swaying to the music, one arm around a tiny girl’s waist seemingly supporting her, could be seen another icon of cinematic pain. Pinhead in all his nailed glory stared at Jenny’s group as they moved through the room. The smile that spread slowly across his mutilated lips was highly disconcerting. Again, Lucy was thinking, just how realistic was that face-mask!

Cyndi was the first to be separated from the group. Trailing the others slightly, she felt her arm being tugged gently. Turning, she saw a young girl holding her wrist and motioning her towards a chair in the far corner of the room. Whether it was occupied or not she could not tell. Her question though was soon enough answered.

The Shape rose to meet her. She looked up in horror as the familiar blue-clad masked visage towered over her, the wicked knife grasped menacingly in his left hand. She would have screamed as he dragged her down in his lap but for the fact the hand across her mouth was fully immovable.

"Michael loves pretty blondes" whispered the girl who had drawn Cyndi to her fate. Several other young girls were now surrounding the chair and jostling together as if to secure a better view of proceedings. Her coat was pulled roughly from her shoulders before she felt her arms being seized on either side, forcing the realisation that whatever was planned for her, she had no viable options to hand.

 

 

 

The approaching black and red striped jumper meanwhile, indicated to the rest of the group, their host’s return.

‘Curiosity get the better of you did it Jenny?" The Krueger-figure smirked. "Follow me girls, someone here you might like to meet."

Threading their way through the smoky room they found themselves in another short hallway. A door to the right lay partly open and it was through here that they were being shepherded.

Contrasting with the dazzling lounge, this room was sombrely lit. Bright enough though for the four girls to take in the features of the tall shabby figure standing near the window. Not that they noticed much beyond the battered hockey-mask and the dark pupils glaring back at them from the hellish depths of those eye sockets.

"We have visitors Jason," said Freddy, closing the door behind him.

 

 

 

The hand across Cyndi’s mouth relaxed its grip, but only long enough to be replaced with duct-tape. She struggled uselessly. Whoever this was she was sitting on, was way too strong to argue with. She was thinking Hank, the school quarter-back but it just didn’t ‘feel’ like him. Speaking of feeling , fear turned to outright revulsion as one outsize hand suddenly clamped itself around her right breast and mauled her through her thin top. She shook her head in denial of what was happening to her, tears welling in her eyes. The hand crossed to her other breast now…..fondling, rubbing. She could but stare downwards.

With her arms held tightly, Cyndi had to tolerate the demeaning behavior. The cordon of girls observing her discomfort merely added to the humiliation. Fumbling at the top buttons unsuccessfully, her tormentor evidently was losing patience. She realised at that point that he had not uttered a word either to her or anyone else present. Ripping her flimsy cotton shirt now, she gasped inaudibly as her entire bra was exposed and she wriggled in embarrassment as the Shape thrust his hand roughly inside the flimsy material feeling her nipple and pulling it hard. Quite without warning the great knife inched up beneath the skerrick of material that held the two cups together. The ice-cold metal against her cleavage caused her to shudder uncontrollably. As the tip of the blade effortlessly severed the elastic, her bra fell open, exposing both breasts in their entirety. A collective gasp – whether of surprise or escalating female arousal, she couldn’t tell – encircled her. Blushing in spite of her fear, Cyndi awaited the next phase of her undeserved fate.

 

 

 

" None of the kids in our grade are that big," Lucy whispered to Jenny. The figure was approaching the four girls. They noticed lying atop a nearby bookcase a huge machete. Seemed to Jenny they had gone to great lengths to spare no detail in emulating their screen-horror originals. The outrageous hockey-masked stranger towered over them. Whether her imagination or not, Jenny was sure she caught a whiff of foetid breath.

"Don’t even think about it," said Jacqui, propelling herself to the front of the group. "You don’t scare us whoever the hell you are." She turned to Freddy. "As for you fuck-face, you’re just pathetic. A total loser who gets his kicks dressing up. Now, if you don’t wanna take that mask off and show us who you really are, you can just piss off and let us go home."

Before she had time to move, Jason had her around the throat and lifting her like a rag-doll, tossed her clean across the room on to a long sofa where she lay unconscious. The other three cowered in horror, unable or unwilling even to check the condition of their fallen comrade.

"You don’t want to upset Jason," said Freddy smiling, "He really has an anger-management problem." He had moved now alongside Bronwyn and was obscenely running his finger knives across the top of her breasts. Shrinking from the unwanted contact, she found her retreat blocked by a large wooden cabinet.

"Come into my world Bronwyn," he hissed at her and then to Lucy and Jenny’s total incomprehension, both figures completely disappeared. Not that they had exactly much time to ponder this enigma. Jason had seized Lucy by the arm and was dragging her to the sofa. Her screaming was cut cruelly short by a backhander that buckled her knees and all but caused her to pass out. Tossing Jacqui’s inert form on to the carpet he pulled Lucy into a sitting position and having shucked off her coat, had begun to systematically abuse her. Initially just fondling her breasts, Jenny could hear him making retarded noises of pleasure as he progressed to full-scale groping of her helpless body. Pushing her dress up, he seemed mesmerised by the view up between her legs and began experimentally prodding the front of her knickers with his fingers, grunting as he did so. Lucy was sobbing now and pleading with him to stop. She may as well have tried ordering an iced coffee.

Jenny had backed herself up to the door but to her horror, she found it was either locked or bolted in some fashion. It would not budge. All she could do was stare at her friend’s desperate predicament. It was only then that she became aware of Cyndi’s absence too, something that would have to take a back-seat to the current situation obviously.

Not content with pawing her, Jason had begun ripping her clothes. Lucy’s top was in tatters as he wrenched loose her bra straps, tugging the ruined lace completely off. Her breasts were fully exposed as she tried futilely to protect her modesty. Her brief panties he found even easier to rip from her body, literally tearing them from her hips. Jenny noticed his hand dropping now to his own crotch and just about frozen with horror she watched as between little more than animal noises, he pulled out his huge erection and began forcing Lucy’s legs apart as he pushed her back on the sofa. From what she could see, he was built like a horse and although she suspected Lucy was not still a virgin, she couldn’t be sure, and in any event what Jason was clutching now between her slim and quivering legs would surely have split a buffalo on heat!

 

 

 

Wondering desperately where her friends were, Cyndi had little time to contemplate such trivialities.

Michael Myers was hot. This girl he held in his lap was arousing him just as his sister had managed to do all those years ago and he knew what had to be done to girls who teased him with their bodies and minds. This one though he would first enjoy – make her regret her birthright. He began tugging the hem of her school uniform upwards and as she wriggled in an agony of distress his hands reached her knickers and he felt the heat up between the girl’s legs. He began to rub her there, enjoying the softness and the thrill of her fear and loathing.

Despite her untenable predicament, the constant pressure on her pussy was having its inevitable physical effect on Cyndi. She felt her nipples becoming erect and the outflow of blood causing her labia to engorge. Embarrassing as

her public groping was, her sexual debasement in front of so many other young girls was adding to her arousal rather than detracting from it. As his rough hand slipped beneath the hem of her briefs, she found herself unable to prevent her hips from arching upwards and fully encompassing his inbound fingers. Noting her reaction, Michael began fingering her until she was spreading her own legs with unenforced deliberation. Ripping the duct-tape from her mouth he let slip his mask and began kissing her passionately as she lost all sense of reality and acceptable moral behavior. She began now to caress her own breasts and to whimper for that which a girl on heat needs at such a time.

The stirrings between Michael’s legs brought back memories he would rather not bring back, nevertheless, they had to be answered. He turned the girl over effortlessly, face down now on top of him, her breasts free and compressed up against his unwashed blue top. Freeing up his erection as she half knelt astride him now, she had wriggled out of her knickers and with her bottom in full view of the youthful audience, she guided his unsighted but in truth massive erection right to the entrance of her pussy. It was only as he thrust up hard into her and with the benefit of her extreme lubrication, that she realised the size of the task she was handing herself.

She was filled to her abdomen and surely split already but so far beyond the point of no return it didn’t matter. As he brutally fucked her, she began crying out for harsher treatment, her eyes still closed in fully transported pleasure as her hips moved to accommodate his inhuman coupling. At the very point she felt her orgasm peaking, concurrent with his own incredible seminal discharge deep inside her, she opened her eyes – and saw Michael Myers for the first time clearly - without his mask.

She may well have screamed, but the wicked blade of his great knife made very short work of her vocal chords. Even as her throat, slit ear to ear, gushed out her life-blood, Myers stood up and having replaced his mask, callously tossed the girl’s body aside…to deafening applause from the onlookers

 

 

 

Understanding the difference between a written and an implied contract really is of remarkably little use when you find yourself isolated from reality and the sudden victim of an impossible occurrence. Bronwyn tried hard to fathom her predicament. That this was some kind of heating sub-basement was obvious from the outset. A furnace was visible the far end of the area in which she stood and from it, ran off steel piping – upwards to what looked like a steel gantry of sorts and along the walls and ceiling of the corridor behind her. She recognised the awful scene from one of the " Nightmare on Elm Street" movies. It was simply impossible. Insane laughter close by made her spin around. Krueger was ambling towards her making a screeching noise as he drew his finger knives along one of the pipes.

"H..How did I get here?" she asked in a voice understandably bereft of confidence.

"Your fear brought you here my sweet," he replied. "Eventually you all come to see old Freddy," His maniacal laughter echoed around the basement. She backed away as he approached, fanning the razor-sharp blades in her direction.

"B..b…but you’re just a character in a movie," she stammered, "You never existed!

"Oh, you’re sooo wrong Bronny….. may I call you that sweetheart?" He gloated at her shocked expression and distraught body-language. "I exist as much as you do……it’s Wes Craven who lied to you all - HE made everyone think it was just a film when he always knew the truth.EHE"

Before she could move, he leaned forward and drew the finger-knives down the sleeve of her coat. "Does that look real to you babe?" he asked. She stared in disbelieving horror at the five parallel slashes that had ruined the expensive material.

"You like nice clothes doncha Bronny," he grinned. "Wonder what other things you like?" He leered at her.

"It can’t be true," she sobbed, "It can’t be – I’m dreaming this. And anyway, this isn’t Elm Street…..its Mencole ."

"Think about it Bronny, think about it! You’re a bright girl – sure you can figure it out. Then we can get down to some serious fun here."

"Mencole Street??…she thought to herself, even as the letters began to re-arrange themselves in her head O N C E …E L M ….S T R E E T. She screamed.

Krueger was nodding. "You know what else is true sweetheart?" She shook her head, tears of desperation and hopelessness running down her face.

"All those little girls I molested," he sneered, "They were sooooo pretty!"

She could maybe have run but where to? This was his turf – his Hell…and now hers!

"Now come on sweetheart," he was cajoling her. "Lets get you better undressed for the occasion. I think we can dump that coat, its definitely seen better days." Seeing the gloved hand descend slowly, she pulled it off herself and tossed it on the ground.

"Good girl – Uncle Freddy loves girls who do as they’re told – saves having to spank them." He leered at her once more. "Long time since your daddy spanked you I’ll bet?" She nodded slowly.

"You know what? Uncle Freddy was a teacher once, he had to spank plenty of the little girls in his class to make them behave. The parents just didn’t understand. You think your daddy would mind if I spanked you a couple of times Bronny?"

She stared at him unmoving.

"I’ll take that as an OK then sweetheart," he cackled as he rested against the piping, one knee bent forward.

"C’mon honey, put yourself across my knee, let Uncle Freddy spank you."

"Nooooooo," she pleaded.

"Kids nowadays – I dunno" he muttered, gesturing towards her at the same time. She was powerless to stop herself stepping across to him. Even as she found herself bending over his leg she was willing herself to flee. She felt the flat of his gloved-palm as he rubbed the seat of her jeans obscenely.

"Well Bronny," he crooned, "That’s one hot little butt you have there, lets warm it up for you." So saying, he delivered a stinging blow to her rear which made her yelp.

"That good huh?" he teased, spanking her bottom hard and ensuring both cheeks received their fair share of punishment. She was sobbing continuously now.

"Brings back some pleasant memories," he muttered, "Mind if I bring back a few more?" She gasped as the belt around her waist appeared to undo itself and the buttons at the front of her jeans undid themselves one by one.

"Now come on Bronny you can either take your own jeans off or let Uncle Freddy do it for you." She hesitated, causing him to add "Sorry, but its not a multiple choice question."

Still sobbing, she wriggled out of her jeans, forced to display her hot little blue briefs to his lecherous ogling. The fact that she had a really curvy and compact little bottom was simply highlighted now by the skimpy semi-transparent material.

As she endured the next round of spanking she noticed that contrary to expectation, it was hurting less somehow and arousing her more. She knew she was arching her bottom upwads slightly to facilitate a better coverage.

"Told you we’d be having some fun didn’t I Bronny," he whispered to her. "Why not just get those hot little panties off altogether sweetheart and let Uncle Freddy work his magic for you." With almost indecent haste, she slipped her hands beneath the elastic and tugged the knickers down. She knew how arousing the sight of her naked young bottom must be for him. Were these her own feelings though or was Freddy messing with her mind. She had no way of knowing.

At the point her backside was near crimson, she was simply standing up now and allowing him to spank her freely as she stood there unmoving. She had an incredible urge to begin fingering herself but managed to overcome it.

Krueger, completely aroused himself by the sight of the young girl’s glowing bottom, brought the punishment to an end and told her to turn around. She did so, knowing full well he would be able to see her pubic hair and the rather pronounced mound of her pussy.

"Take the rest of your clothes of for me Bronny," he ordered, "Strip for me sweetheart."

Gone was her fear of him or of her predicament. All she wanted was to please him and to tease him. Having removed her top, she took her time unhooking the crocheted bra and pulling the straps down her arms, before dropping it atop the small pile of clothes by her feet.

"Come to me," was all he said, Willingly she stood before him and as he inclined his head to lick first one nipple then the other, she shivered with expectation. Burnt, twisted, insane and ugly as all hell he might be, but at that second she wanted him to suck her.

She didn’t even think it odd as milk began to express from her nipples. The feeling of incredible arousal as he sucked one side then the other, while milk dripped from both rapidly re-filling breasts onto the bare floor as she swayed against him. "Why buy it when you can get it at home for free," he smirked.

"Let’s see you sucking something now sweetheart," he grinned.

With no hesitation, she dropped to her knees and unzipping her tormentor, drawing out (given the remainder of his deformities) a somewhat normal erection. With absolutely no prior experience of such intimacies, she seemed to know precisely what was expected of her. Krueger leaned back, a self satisfied smirk playing about his lips as the girl drew down on his unremarkable appendage. "That’s a good girl," he muttered, as his pleasure increased threefold.

"Get down on your knees Bronny," he ordered her suddenly. Obediently she did as he asked, knowing what was to come. She even made sure her bottom was well elevated, and her knees wide apart. Krueger was no considerate lover. Thrusting up into the girl’s compliant little pussy he had but one all-consuming need - to vent his lust.

Motivated also to cause as much pain as was possible, nearing his own finality he relinguished the mind control over his unfortunate victim. At the last second therefore, Bronwyn became aware for the first time of the full horror and degradation that was now her lot. She felt the utter debasement of being naked whilst suffering the most cruel of rapes at the hand of this diabolical monster.

It wasn’t a problem for long though. Even as she cried out from the pain of the enforced intercourse, she felt Krueger ejaculate deep inside her, his cum like acid, burning her vaginal walls. Another pain then of unbelievable intensity and agony. She stared down between her milk-stained breasts as the points of the five razor fingers emerged between multiple bloody spurts, from an area just above her abdomen. The neat little glasses with lenses by " Jeunique " fell to the floor. Mercifully then, it all faded to black.

 

 

 

 

 

As Jenny stared horrified at Lucy’s imminent fate, she was still trying to make sense of Bronwyn’s disappearance and most everything else that had happened.

Poor Lucy had been forced as far back in the lounge as space permitted and was obviously resigned to her upcoming ordeal. Not even bothering to try covering up her breasts any longer she was simply shaking her head in denial as Jason, half-kneeling there, forced the head of his monstrous erection inside her gaping slit.

"Please, it’s hurting," she begged, placing her hands around the intruder in an effort to readjust herself. Jason merely grunted, commenced groping her breasts lewdly and forced himself even further into her. In spite of the situation, Jenny was shocked to feel her own wetness spreading at the sight.

One last thrust and he was fully inside her. Lucy was sobbing unrestrainedly now as he began to rape her viciously. As his thrusts increased in intensity Lucy’s resistance began to crumble and she let her arms drop at her sides as her lower body suffered unspeakable violation. At the stage she passed-out completely, Jason simply laid her flat on the sofa, climbed up between her legs which he spread impossibly wide and then began fucking her with such force her entire body shuddered with each thrust. Jenny noticed with horror, blood starting to seep copiously from Lucy’s pussy as Jason showed less than no mercy for his victim as he slaked his abnormally cruel thirst.

Looking around in desperation, she saw the machete glinting on top of the bookcase. Jason now was undoubtedly on the home stretch, grunting continuously as he rammed home his argument for male supremacy. Getting swiftly to her feet and retrieving the somewhat heavy weapon, she was able to tip-toe up behind the semi-prostrate form who’s back had been to her for the duration. The screen-Jason may be unkillable she was thinking, this dude however was about to be suffering big-time. Even as she raised the machete, aiming to drive the blade down into his neck and spine, Jason shook with the exertion of coming hard in the girl’s inert body.

Either her aim was off fractionally or he moved to the left marginally, but the blade sank into his right shoulder. Not flinching, despite the gouts of blood splattering her face, her clothes and most everything else for a three foot radius, she forced the blade down almost to the hilt. It must have taken out his right lung, major muscle tissue, half his rib-cage and his aorta to judge by the fountains gushing from the wound. With but a strangled "Ughhhhh" the huge body toppled to the floor and lay still, right alongside Jacqui who appeared now to be stirring slightly.

With the adrenaline in full flow, Jenny leaned over the friend she had known since pre-school and attempted to revive her. The amount of blood still seeping from her vaginal area was sickening. The rape she knew could quite possibly lead to serious gynaecological repercussions. Probably already had. Worse though, Lucy was not responding and beside herself with shock and anxiety now, she felt for a pulse. There was none. Lucy’s pallor was deathly and instinctively Jenny knew she had lost her friend. It was a question now of getting out with the others – assuming she could find them. Jacqui at least was sitting up and rubbing her neck.

"Jacqui, Jacqui," she muttered shaking her softly. "We gotta get out of here. Lucy’s been raped….she’s dead I think….the other two are missing. You got to help me now…..c’mon, get up you’re OK!"

Coming to her senses, Jacqui looked around and saw Lucy lying on the sofa, her legs still apart and the blood running out of her. Simultaneously she saw "Jason’s" body, blood still pumping from the horrific wound.

"Oh fuck Jenny, what happened here?"

"You don’t want to know," she replied. "Look, the door’s locked Jac – think we can get it open somehow?"

"You mean like this girls?" came a muffled voice from the other side. The door opened inwards ushering in anyone’s worst nightmare. Pinhead, Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers.

"OK, OK, you’ve had you’re fun," muttered Jacqui bravely. "Can we please just go now?"

"You entered freely my child," replied Pinhead. "Unfortunately we cannot grant you the same freedom when it comes to your departure."

"Please, please just tell us who you are,." Jenny pleaded, close to breaking point.

"As I explained to young Bronwyn," Krueger chuckled, "We are who you all refuse to believe us to be."

"Sure," replied Jacqui, and turning to the figure on the far right, "So you really are Michael Myers right?" The Shape just looked across at her, the dead eyes studying her every movement.

"Yes, that is Michael," Krueger responded. He is as real as any of us and he has finally come home.

"Well from what I ever knew," Jacqui was continuing, "Michael Myles lived in a place called Haddonfield."

"Exactly," said Krueger. "Haddonfield it most definitely was….Haddonfield, Illinois." He looked across at Jenny, grinning triumphantly.

Something was wrong, she knew it. Why had Krueger said Haddonfield, Illinois? A hazy notion was asserting itself in her head. Reality swum before her eyes as she struggled to discount the logic that was unwillingly piecing together the greatest joke of all. H A D D O N F I E L D …….the letters blurred suddenly of their own accord, reforming, despite her struggling denial of the truth D……..…E…..….A ……..D……..D….O…L….F..H.I N.

"Oh my God Jacqui," she cried out…and Mencole Street….. Elm Street Once!

Freddy was tipping his hat. "At your service girls!"

Their horrific momentary realisation was interrupted by a scuffling sound behind them, causing the two girls to spin round. Jason Voorhees had gotten to his feet and quite visibly enraged, was pulling the machete slowly from his mutilated shoulder, quite oblivious to the blood pouring from the open wound. He strode now towards the girls. Krueger held his hand up. "Not now Jason, this isn’t the time. Come over here with your friends." Begrudgingly, the murderous hulk took up his place alongside Myers.

Pinhead who had been fumbling with something, suddenly tossed it to Jacqui who caught the thing mid-flight. An intricately carved and gilded wooden cube, she looked at the item she was holding. "What is this?’ she asked, her voice quivering under the influence of a fully unfamiliar condition – abject fear!

"Don’t touch it Jacqui, whatever you do don’t touch it," Jenny cried out. It’s the Lament Configuration – the gateway to Hell itself……didn’t you ever see HELLRAISER?"

Too late, the top of the box had lifted and turned in her friend’s hands. As it settled into a new pattern a dazzling aperture appeared in the wall behind Jacqui.

"Oh, we have such sights to show you girl" declared Pinhead, as ill-defined but chillingly morbid shapes and similarly mutilated forms reached through the charnal opening and in the instant, dragged Jacqui screaming into their cruel and pain-loving dimension. The chasm closed instantly leaving Jenny alone and quite beyond rational thought.

"Pain and pleasure are but one and the same child," Pinhead said. "You will learn this in time." As he spoke, chains with hooks appeared from the ceiling and caught each of her arms embedding themselves in her thin wrists. She screamed with pain as her arms were jerked high above her head and held tightly apart. Pinhead remained where he was, smiling at her vulnerable and agonised state.

Michael Myers moved towards the stranded and helpless girl and lifting the point of his knife to her navel slit her top and bra in one movement. Despite the pain of her wounds she gasped as her small but beautifully formed breasts were exposed to the four of them. Shuddering fitfully, she stared downwards as Myer’s knife point began to tease her right nipple.

Worse was to come. Jason Voorhees towered over her before slipping the machete cruelly down the front of her neat little tartan skirt, itself stained now by the droplets of blood trickling down from her lacerated wrists. Whimpering with fear she flinched as the cold steel caressed her thighs. The sudden retracted movement of the blade tore her skirt asunder, causing it to fall to the floor a useless rag and leaving her trembling and shaking in just her panties. Her embarrassment was complete, as triggered by her escalating funk, her bladder relinquished its contents, drenching her knickers before initiating warm trickles down both thighs as she stood there unable to fully comprehend the dreadful circumstances now surrounding her.

The chains pulled her arms even higher and as she screamed again in pain, Krueger stepped up close to the terrified girl and with exaggerated dexterity brought his finger-knives up between her legs right to the point of her sopping wet panties. Even as his razored finger began to serrate the soft nylon along the full length of her pussy he rasped at her, the cruellest of smiles in attendance.

"So what’s it gonna be Jenny….. trick or treat?"

 

 (c) October 31 2004

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Do You Want The Job?

Crazykid on Forced Stories

She was sitting in the chair, waiting for Mr. Waldman. He walked in, a very tall, stocky man. He was handsome in his own way. "Jenny Thompson?" She looked up, "Yes sir." He smiled at her as he sat down in his chair. "Lets see, what ive gotten myself into." Mr. Waldman grinned, "20 years old. You've been here for two years?"

"Yes sir." He nodded, "Nice. You were 5th in your graduating class." She nodded and he kept going over her files outloud. "Well Jenny. Seems like you have your priorities straight." Jenny was very flattered and couldn't stop smiling. "Now, you know the pay is almost triple your salery down

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on floor 2." She nodded, "Yes. Thats why I really want this job." He nodded, "Well you got it."

Months went by, and she was paying off her car, her apartment. Jenny had gotten her mom a christmas present for the first time in 3 years. Everything was going so good. One day in her office she was going over some files for one of the new employers and Mr. Waldman walked in, "Jenny? Almost done?" She nodded and handed them to him. "Good job." She started to push keys on the computer. "Damn." He looked at her, "Its broken. I swear Mr. Waldman, its broken." He walked behind her and turned it off. "Don't worry about it."

She smiled, he was flirting with her. It sickened her, but he was just being nice. Then, he leaned in to kiss her. Jenny pulled away, "Mr. Waldman." He grabbed her jaw structure and jerked her head back towards him. He kissed her, she pulled away again. "Stop." Mr. Waldman shoved his hand down the front of her blouse. Grasping her breast, he sucked on her tongue. She grunted, trying to get away. He clamped onto her breast, it hurt her. "Jenny...Let's talk." She was in shock still, that he was acting like this.

"Do you want this job? Or do you want to go to college and, not have any money to spend on things you need?" She looked into his eyes. "I...I..." he shoved his mouth onto hers again. She gagged and he kept shoving his tongue in and out of her mouth. She needed this job and this money, she needed it. He unbuttoned her blouse all the way down. He unclasped her bra and pushed her to the ground. Mr. Waldman unzipped his pants and sat in her chair. "Here Jenny." She looked up from the ground and a large dick hung out. Jenny looked at his nasty grin. "Suck it." She sat there for a minute, "Hurry up you fucken whore." She crawled slowly to him. Her head buried in-between his legs. He laced his fingers threw her hair.

"Harder bitch. Faster." She went faster. He snatched her up by her hair. "Time to fuck." He dragged her to her couch and pushed her onto it. Mr. Waldman ripped her pantie hos off. Pushing her skirt up, he got in-between her legs about to fuck her. She was crying, "I don't want this."

"It makes it that much better baby." He buried his dick deep inside her. Until he couldn't get anymore in. She was crying out, he kept beating in. "Please stop." He was thrusting in, deeper and deeper. The couch was hitting off the wall. "OWW. Please Mr. Waldman...PLEASE!!" He kept going an she felt like she would rip in half. His thick dick was pounding in, harder and harder. She cried as he moaned. "Oh God Jenny. Fuck." He came in her and she gasped. Mr. Waldman got off of her and pulled on his clothes. She grabbed her blouse and pulled it on slowly. Sitting on the couch, he and her were breathing deeply. He looked at her, "You are one goood fuck." He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she pulled away.

"I'll be back later for those files." She didn't say anything or even move. "Jenny...You know, its better to act like the better man, than to act like a whiney bitch." He stood up and walked to the door. "Go wash up. You're all sweaty..." He slammed the door and she put her head in her hands and cried. Her perfect job, had its catch now.

:Sorry if you don't like it:

Kidnapping Keri Part One

Sir James on Forced Stories

I am not sure when it all started. I suppose it started as games that kids play. I can remember at the age of 12 or 13 playing Cowboys and Indians, or Pirates, or Gangsters or other such games. My friends and I would make up such games and play with earnest. We would choose up sides and wage “war” on each other, capture members of the other side, tie the captive up and pretend to torture them until the game was over. When I was about 13, my sister Keri, who was 11, wanted to play. She was a real cutie, but this was a boy’s game and we weren’t sure we wanted her to get in the way.

She kept begging us to be allowed to play. Well, I finally gave in. As the games progressed, it seemed that she was always the captive. She was ca

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ptured by pirates, Indians, outlaw cowboys, or gangsters. She would end up with her hands tied behind her back and was “tortured” until she was rescued or the game ended.

It seemed that she spent a great deal of time in a bound condition. Tortures were in the form of mild spankings and Keri being bound in various and strenuous positions. She seemed to enjoy the action and was a willing “captive”. As time went on, and our games advanced, the bondage became more varied and strenuous, and the tortures became more painful. Keri would find herself tied, gagged, and mildly whipped or spanked. Keri never hesitated to be a captive.

As Keri grew older, her body began to blossom. Her black hair, blue eyes, and creamy skin looked great. In a bathing suit it was readily apparent that she had a nice pair of breasts, a tight ass and a great pair of legs. My friends were beginning to notice that Keri was a beautiful girl. It was all I could do to keep them in line. The fact that she loved wearing “short” shorts and mini skirts made her all that more appealing. I have to admit that there were many times when I looked at her, and especially when we were playing “captive” games, I was more than a little aroused, and spent a great deal of time trying to hide an erect cock.

One day when Keri was 13, almost 14, she was reading a book in which the heroine was captured by gangsters, and was tortured to reveal information on a rival gang. The bad guys undressed their beautiful captive, bound her and whipped her body. Other tortures were used as well as sexual abuse, including rape. I am not sure where she found this adult pocket book, but she brought it to me, her pretty blue eyes wide with questions. I read the book that afternoon. It was very exciting, and a turn on. After reading the book, I gave the book back to Keri.

“Is that what happens to girl captives, in real life”, she asked?

“Well…, yes…, that is true”, I stuttered.

“Wow”, was all she said.

Keri thought for a minute, and continued, “So if we were to really play our games for real, then that is what would happen to me.”

I swallowed hard, “Well, I suppose so.”

She looked at me with a serious face, “In the book, it seems that the men who were kidnapping her were really “turned on” with what they did to her. They liked torturing her, and making her do sexual things. Would you find that to be a “turn on” for you?”

Now what do I do. There were many times, especially after her sweet little body began to mature, that I would have loved to take her capture and “torture” to a higher level. But, she was my sister, and I had heard all the sermons about incest, so I did not. I have to admit when I placed her in bondage during our “games”, there were many times that I had an erection that was formidable.

I looked at Keri, trying to give a politically correct answer.

“Well, yes, I suppose I was turned on. You’re my sister and I have always been told that I should not have those feelings.”

“Would you like to do to me what those gangsters did to her? Would you like for me to be your prisoner to tie up and abuse with sex”, she asked?

Now, I did not know what to say. I thought for a minute or two, and then replied.

“Look, you’re my sister. I love you and I love our games. I do not want to do anything that would stop us from having the fun games we play.” I hoped that answer would defuse the situation.

Keri pick up her book, and replied, “Thanks”. She left to go to her room, and read some more of the book. I was glad for her to leave me a lone, because my rigid cock was aching to be released from my trousers. The problem was that we had talked about playing another “game” the next morning. Jerry and Damon, my two best friends were to come over and we were going to be gangsters and kidnap Keri. I did not know what to do. Keri had opened a big can of worms, literally. I spent a restless night, thinking about the conversation I had with her, and how much I would love to take our “capture” game to a higher, sexual, level.

Early the next morning, my hard working parents were off to work as usual. It was summer, and we were out of school. I was down stairs eating breakfast when Keri came down. She was wearing her bikini bathing suit. It was a delightful bit of nothing. My father had complained that it showed too much of her body, but my mother prevailed after Keri said that all the girls were wearing suits like that. I have to admit that it showed her off to a wonderful advantage. It was not a thong, but it sure came close. There was no doubt about how her sweet luscious body had blossomed.

“Good morning”, I greeted, and then asked, “You’re going to spend the morning around the pool?”

“Yeah, I thought I would”, she replied.

“Well, be careful, some gangsters might kidnap you and hold you for ransom.”

“You’ve got to catch me first”, she grinned.

My cock leaped in my pants. It was all I could do to swallow my bite of toast. After breakfast, I called Jerry and Damon and told them our game was off, and we would do it later. I had a plan that did not include them. Reluctantly, they agreed to the postponement. As I hung up the phone, I looked out at the pool and saw that Keri was already on a deck lounge, sunning herself. She lying on her stomach and had unhooked her bikini top so there would be no tan line on her back. Her bikini top was lying loose under her body. You could see the sides of her breasts as they were pressed against the lounge cushion. Her bikini bottom was tucked nearly into the sweet crevice of her beautiful ass. Her arms were down at her sides. I could not resist.

Quickly, I ran up stairs, changed into my swim trunks and retrieved several strands of rope from my athletic bag. I kept the rope hidden there for our “captive“ games. As I passed my dresser, I picked out some handkerchiefs. In the past I had used these pieces of cotton material to gag Keri when she was a “prisoner“. I eased out the back door and with as much stealth as I possessed, I quietly sneaked up behind Keri. In a second I was on her, grabbing her wrists and jerking them behind her. Quickly, I tightly bound her wrists together behind her back. As she struggled, I used a second piece of rope to tightly bind her elbows. She was supple, so it was possible to bind her arms to make her elbows touch in the small of her back. Now she was helpless. My cock was raging.

“Jack, my top is loose. It laying under me! Turn me loose so I can put my top on. Then I will surrender to you”, she exclaimed!

“No way, prisoner. In real life you would not be able to do it. You are my captive and this is for real. You have just been kidnapped. You’ll just have to stay like you are!”

Keri opened her mouth to protest. As she did so, I stuff a wadded up handkerchief into her sweet lips, effectively gagging her. A second handkerchief was quickly and tightly wrapped around her head and tied off to hold the gag wadding in her mouth. Now she was bound and silenced.

I got off Keri and looked down at my handy work. With pleading, yet excited eyes, Keri looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes went down to my swim trunks where the bulge from my cock was obvious. I leaned down and grasped her strained shoulders, and turned her over onto her back. I stopped breathing for a moment. I was amazed at her breasts. They were substantial, and magnificent. With her elbows tied behind her back, they seemed to be enlarged, pushing off her chest. They were rising a falling with her agitated breathing. Keri was magnificent.

“Let’s go in the house, prisoner. You’ve been kidnapped, and I am going to torture you until you are ransomed!”

I pulled her to her feet. Picking up her abandoned bikini top, I forced her toward the house. As she walked I watched her breasts jiggle. She was amazing. My cock was threatening to explode. Keri kept looking at me, but at no time did she try to struggle or get away from me. The look in her eyes was one of arousal. As we walked, with me tightly holding her forearm, she would look down at my swim trunks, and the obvious bulge there.

Once we were in the house, I escorted her into the family room. I stood her in front of the couch, while I stood behind her. I could not resist. I pulled her back into my chest and ran my arms around her, with my hands grasping her breasts. They felt as good as they looked. Her nipples were rigid and the texture of her creamy breasts was of the finest silk. I could feel my cock pushing against her ass and bound hands. She did not try to move her hands, in fact, she feebly rubbed her hands against my cock, as well as she could with her wrists and arms bound the was they were. She did not try to struggle or get way from my ministrations.

I moved my hands down from her breasts, down her smooth belly to her bikini covered pussy. It was hot, and her bikini bottom was moist. The fragile bit a material was held by thing straps, tied in bows at her delicious hips.

“Prisoner, you have too many clothes on”, I announced.

I grasped the ties to her bikini bottom, and pulled on them, untying the knots. The bikini bottom fell to the carpet, leaving Kerri a totally naked and bound prisoner. As I touched her pussy lips, she sighed deeply behind her gag, and leaned back against me. Her breathing quickened. I turned her around to face me. I hugged her tight, pressing her firm breasts against me chest.

“Prisoner, you have been kidnapped. You are mine until someone ransom’s you. While we are waiting for that ransom, I am going to torture you.”

I lead her to the couch, where I sat down. I pulled her down across my lap to a spanking position. Keri did not struggle.

“Slave, I am going to spank you so you will know you are my captive.”

I started to spank her deliciously tight ass. My hand prints became obvious as I continued her torture. Keri squirmed, in doing so she was feeling my rigid cock pushing against her belly. After she began to whimper and cry through her gag, I stopped the spanking and began rubbing her enflamed ass. I allowed my hand to slip between her legs and touch her steaming pussy. She was soaking wet. I delved into her pussy, exploring this wonderful facility. Keri began to moan and moved with my movement. As I increased my manipulations, she started hump against my hand to moan loudly. Finally, her body stiffened and trembled as she had a climax. She could not stop. She just kept humping my hand. Her pretty little bound hands seemed to be reaching out to an invisible lover.

When she settled down, I picked her up and sat her on the couch beside me. Now was an opportunity to fully explore her wonderful breasts. I spent several minutes pinching and twisting her nipples, and in general exploring her magnificent tits. Keri just laid her head back on the of the couch and closed her eyes, lost in the feeling of having her breasts teased. I could hear her heavy breathing and soft moaning from behind her gag. It was time to move onto other things. I had an aching cock that needed attention.

I had watched a particular bondage porno movie, and wanted to try something I had seen on that tape. I got off the couch, and made Keri move to the center cushion. Using some more rope, I tightly tied a strand of rope around each of her delightful ankles. I then made her slide her sweet ass to the edge of the couch. Using a couch cushion behind her back, she was now in a semi reclining position, with her pussy right at the edge, almost off, the couch. Using the ankle ropes, I spread her legs, widely, and tied the ropes to the corner legs of the couch. Now Kerri was fully exposed, with her legs spread and her pussy open and vulnerable. I could see her bound hands pinned under her ass. She was totally helpless, watching with interest, already guessing what was going to happen to her.

When I acquired the rope from my athletic bag, I also retrieved a small whip that I had made. It was made of leather shoe laces, the kind that you find in your hiking boots. I had made a whip with thongs about eight inches long. I had thought this whip would be good for whipping Keri’s breasts. Now, I could see other possibilities. Her hot exposed pussy seemed to be begging for abuse. I reached down on the floor, where I had dropped the whip, and brought it up to use on Keri.

I sat next to her, and began stroking her soft inner thighs and pussy lips. This aroused Keri. She closed her eyes and was softly moaning behind her gag. Then unexpectedly, I raise the little whip and brought it down onto her exposed pussy. Her eyes popped open and she looked down to see what was stinging her most private area. She watched as I continued to whip here pussy. After a few stroke she started to struggle. I stopped, and again started to stroke and massage her cunt. She relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure. Again I whipped her pussy. Keri emotions were rampant. The pain and pleasure were mixing into one very hot experience. This continued on for about ten minutes. Finally, I stopped whipping her pussy. Her nether lips were swollen and red from the abuse.

I stood up, and dropping my swim trunks to the floor, I exposed my rampaging cock. Keri’s eyes went straight to it, and just stared. She was magnificent. My beautiful hot sister was magnificent. She continued to watch as I stroked it. As I watched, her, she trembled with excitement.

I dropped to my knees, and leaned forward to kiss her pussy. It tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue over it’s swollen silky surface. Keri was looking down, watching my every move. She moaned loudly as I placed my mouth to her sweet pussy lips and ran my tongue inside. She jerked and moaned even louder as my tongue flicked her sensitive clit. Within a matter of seconds, she was humping my face, cumming with a powerful force. As she was coming, I again used the short leather whip to abuse her pussy. It seemed that Keri was taken to an even higher climax with the pain of the whip.

As she was still moving with her climax, I knelt up and placed my cock against her abused pussy lips. As I started to push my heated member into her sweet pussy, she opened her eyes with surprise. She looked down at my cock and her pussy, and realized that for the first time in her life, she was about to be fucked! I pushed in a couple of times, and then pushed harder when I broke her hymen. She stiffened, but relaxed as I kept fucking her.

Keri’s pussy was hot and tight. I had never felt anything so wonderful. As I moved my cock in and out of her, it seemed that her pussy was grabbing me, squeezing my cock, trying to hold it in her. I was in a world of my own making, and it was explosive. Even in her stringently bound position, Keri tried to meet my thrusts into her cunt.

I looked at her sweet gagged face as she absorbed the feeling of my cock in her pussy. She was totally surrendered to what was happening to her. To add a little pain element to this scene, as I was fucking her, I was also gently slapping her breasts. They bounced and trembled ever so beautifully.

I kept watching her reaction. I wanted to cum with her. This was difficult, as my cock was ready to explode. In a short time, I could tell she was rapidly approaching her climax, so I just let mine go. My climax felt so good I thought I could die. My scalding cum pushed her over the edge, and she had another climax. We both just kept humping each other. It seemed to last for an eternity. Finally, I collapsed on her breasts with my cock buried in her sweet pussy. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly as I kissed and sucked her nipples.

We both stayed connected for the next few minutes. Finally, I pulled my cock from her, realizing that I was still very aroused, and my cock had not receded! I decided to take advantage of this.

I reached down and untied Keri’s ankles, allowing her to close her legs. She was slow to do so. It was as if she wanted more of what she had just received. I took her from the couch, and placed her on her knees on the carpet in front of the couch. I then seated myself on the couch in front of Keri, with my legs spread on each side of her. My erect cock was mere inches from her face. I pulled her to me and kissed her on her gagged mouth.

“Prisoner, you have been tortured, but it continues. No one has ransomed you, so you will pay the price”, I asserted. “I am going to take your gag from you mouth, but you are not to say a word, or you will be severely punished, and the gag goes back in!”

Keri nodded her head as I leaned forward and untied the handkerchief holding the wadded cloth in Keri’s mouth. As I removed the gag from her sweet lips, I spoke to her again.

“Not one word. I order you to kiss the tip of my cock.”

Keri acted as if she was going to say something, but instead placed a wet French kiss on the tip of my cock, tickling it with her tongue. Without being told to, she kissed it a second time.

“Now, Prisoner, take my cock into your mouth and suck it!”

Keri, leaned forward to my cock, and just before she took it into her sweet mouth, she quietly uttered, “Jack, I love you.” She then slipped her mouth over my cock.

She wasn’t very experienced, but she had seen a couple of porno movies and she mimicked what she had seen. She sucked and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue. It was is if she liked the taste of it and wanted to lick it all. It was more than I could stand. In a very short time I was cumming in her mouth. Out of instinct she started to swallow all of my issue. I was lost in a whirlpool of lust. I could see her, but I was in the ozone. I continued to hump, fucking her face, her beautiful sweet face. I had never felt that way in my life. No girl had turned me on like my own sister. In a very real sense, I loved her as my lover.

Finally, I stopped cumming. Keri kept my cock in her mouth until it receded. The whole time she was licking and gently sucking on it. It was one of the most wonderful feelings I had ever experienced.

Slowly, I let my softening cock slip from her mouth. I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back, ever so passionately. I helped her up from the floor, and sat her on the couch beside me.

With one arm around her, and the other squeezing her breasts, I kissed her again, and told her I loved her.

“Jack, I love you. I love you so very much.”

I asked if she were angry with me for “kidnapping” her.

“I was surprised, but, I love being your prisoner. Now, I really love it, now that it is for real”, Keri replied dreamily.

She continued, “Is this what is going to happen when we play our ‘captive’ games?”

Smiling, I replied, “Yeah, I think so. I want to do it for real, and this is the way to do it.”

I paused for a moment, and asked, “You’re tied really tight.. Do you want me to untie you?”

Keri smiled. “Only if you want to. I know you like this, and you did kidnap me, so it is up to you.”

“Well, sweet sister of mine, if that is the way you feel, then I am going to do it all of the time. You are going to be my permanent prisoner and sex slave. Even if you refuse, I will tie you up, torture you, and fuck you, anyway. Every chance I get, you will be my prisoner slave. You will have no choice. What do you have to say about that”, I replied?

“Jack, I love you.” Keri smiled and gently leaned over and kissed my cock.

Continued…

Unknown Desires

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 Angela walked through her front door, and dropped her backpack on to the floor. Instantly sensing a new presence, Angela left the door cracked open, and slowly made her way down the hall. No one was seen or heard. A feeling of foolishness came over her as she was reassured that no one was there. She had a long day of exams, and the only thing she wanted to do was take a bath and get to bed.

As she entered her bedroom, she stepped out of her heels, and then started unbuttoning her white silk blouse. Before she could reach the last button she felt the presence of someone again. This time it was stronger. Her body froze with fear, and before she could turn around an arm was around her neck. She felt the hot breath of someone on the back of her neck. Her body started to tremble,

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and her legs felt weak. His other hand reached around and started feeling her breast through her silk blouse. He then pulled off her blouse; the last button ripped off and fell to the floor.

  He let go of her, and she turned around and saw him. The only thing she could focus on was his eyes; they were dark brown, almost black and so intense. She slowly started backing up until she bumped into her bed. He walked up to her, and in his right hand she saw he had a knife. Her heart started racing, and as she went to scream, he quickly pressed the tip of the knife against her lips. She remained silent. He grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled her head back. Then he slowly guided the knife down her neck, and then to her chest. He traced the knife along the outside of her bra all the way up to the strap. Then with a tilt of the knife, he cut it and then he proceeded to cut the other strap.

  He dropped the knife onto the bed, and pulled down her bra, exposing her breast and her hard nipples. Angela had a nice natural tan, and her nipples were a dark tan color. He shoved her down onto the bed, and then knelt down on the bed and with both of his hands he pushed her skirt up to her waist. “Please” Angela pleaded as she started to cry. He stared into her eyes, and then formed a sinister smile. “Shhh Don ’t cry now. You just need to relax and enjoy it”. He then put his head between her legs and started sniffing her pink, satin panties, she smelled so good to him. She was afraid, but there was a small part of her that was excited at the same time. He slowly pulled off her panties and then spread her nice long legs.

He started rubbing her clit slowly but hard, and then he slid in two of his fingers into her pussy. Angela’s pussy was nice, warm and tight. She grabbed a hold of her sheet with both of her hands and clenched them into fists. She couldn’t believe how nice it felt, and the more he fingered her pussy, the wetter she became. There was no hiding how excited she was now. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. She threw her head back down against the bed, not understanding how this could possibly feel so good to her. She feared this stranger, but she wanted him at the same time too.

  He took his fingers out of her; they were dripping with her juices, and then forced them into her mouth. “Suck on them you whore. I’m going to give you something else to suck on in a minute”. As Angela sucked on his fingers, he started unbuttoning his jeans. He positioned himself on top of Angela’s chest and then pulled out his cock. It seemed so big to her. “Open your mouth” he commanded. She shook her head in refusal, and he quickly slapped her. She cried out in pain, but he only slapped her again, harder this time. She still refused to open her mouth. He reached behind him and grabbed the knife that he had dropped on the bed earlier. Putting the knife against her neck he commanded her to open her mouth once again. Her blue eyes were wide and full of fear, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, and let him put his cock inside.

  He started fucking her mouth slowly, but going in deep to where it was hard for her to breath. “Do you like having my dick in your mouth?” he asked. “Answer me you cunt!” She knew she’d better respond with a yes, so she nodded her head. “I thought you would” he said smiling down at her. He withdrew his dick from her mouth and got off her chest. He just knelt there on the bed staring at her with cold eyes. Angela’s body began to shake again. He then spread her legs wide, and positioned himself between them. Her legs were shaking as he grabbed a hold of her waist. He then rammed his hard cock quickly inside her pussy. Her pussy tried to resist him, but with each thrust his cock went deeper inside her until he was hitting up against her cervix.

  Angela screamed out from the pain, and he put his hand over her mouth. She could feel his cock tearing into her pussy. The pain was overwhelming, and she reached up for him and dug her nails into his back as she continued to scream. This only made him thrust his cock in and out faster and harder. After a few minutes the pain seemed to have lessened and she found herself wrapping her legs around him, trying to push him deeper inside her. Her nails were digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast. She started to scream out again as she felt the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced. He quickly withdrew his cock from her pussy and climbed on top of her stomach and shot his cum all over her breast and her lips. Angela couldn’t resist licking her lips to taste him.

  After a minute, he got up off of her and then zipped up his pants. He leaned in close to Angela’s face and whispered in her ear “Now I know you are going to be a good little whore and keep this a secret, and if you are lucky, I’ll be back”. He smiled at her, and then walked away and left. Angela laid there on her bed trying to grasp what had just happened, but all she could think was, she wanted more.

What A Way To Miss A Concert

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Jeni's favorite band was finally coming to town & she had a ticket. She wanted to turn some heads & make some dicks hard so she put on her hottest sleaziest outfit she owned. She wore her pink lacy bra that barely held her ample breasts. She had to wiggle her mounds until she could finally hook the bra between her heaving tits & the bra felt ready to burst open freeing her big hot juggs at any moment. She could hardly breath with that tiny little number pressing over her tits. Over that she wore a tight white tank top with a V neck cut so low her bra & breasts poked out the top of the shirt. That was OK because she usually took her top off after she got in the door. Her tight lether mini-skirt was held on her body by 3 snaps over her ass. If someone grabbe

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d her skirt & pulled it would be off her body with little effort. She wore a pink lacy thong that matched her bra & finished her look with thigh high black fishnet stockings & high heels. She went with Mary & Brandi who were as slutty as she was but not as hot looking.

They gave their tickets at the door & were stopped by a security guard. He was sweaty & his dick was hard & poking against his pants. He said "Just a minute girlies. We have strict security here. You have to pass inspection before I'll let you through." Jeni said "I didn't see you stop anyone else you pig." He pointed to a couple guards & said "Look over there you big titty slut. You see other people getting screened too so if you want in I'll have to screen you first." They saw a couple guards off to the side patting down & searching some ticket holders. They knew he just wanted to feel them up but what choice did they have. Jeni said "You're disgusting. You want to feel up some girls cause you can't get any pussy on your own." He smiled & his eyes roamed up & down her body pausing at her tits as he licked his lips & said "I'll be sure to feel your big titties & put my hands inside your bra.I might have to unhook it to search those cups for any contraband. And in the process my fingers may just happen to pinch & pull your nipples a little too. And of course that little thong covering your pussy might have to be searched too. You never know what I'll find when I finger your pussy." He laughed & said to Mary "But you're first honey." He led her behind a partition & they returned a minute later. Mary said "He only patted me down & searched my purse. His hands never touched my tits or ass." Brandi went next & returned with the same story. They went ahead to the show & last to go was Jeni. He smiled & said "It's your turn honey. Bounce those huge titties over here." He watched as she walked over & behind the partition.

He started by looking briefly in her purse. He put it aside & looked her up & down again feeling his dick stiffen as he gazed at her round breasts. "Nice rack. Big round titties. I like to suck big titties." He told her put her hands on the table in front of her & he got behind her. He patted her hips & waist & leaned into her pushing his hard cock against her ass. His hands slid from her hips up to cup her tits squeezing & rubbing. He moaned & said "Now you slut I'm gonna feel every part of your titties & you're gonna let me do it or I won't let you into the show." His hands were quick & felt like he had 10 hands as he felt her mounds & his hands roamed. She had no choice but let him feel her tits & stood still while his hands grabbed at them.His body felt hot & sweaty as he leaned on her lightly moaning in ecstacy as he slid his hands up her shirt pulling it up. His hands grabbed the top of the cups of the bra & he pulled down freeing her tits for his hands to feel. He quickly covered her mellons with his rough sweaty hands grabbing & squeezing. He found her nipples & pulled & twisted them making them harder in his fingers. They stiffened as he played with them & rubbed. He moaned in her ear louder & said "You slut. Your nipples give you away. Hard nipples on a big titty slut tells me you like what I'm doing to you." She hated that her body was responding to this pig but she had sensative nipples that got hard quickly. His hand slid down to her thigh & up her skirt grabbing at her pussy. He stroked it through her thong & grinded his fingers against her clit. Against her wishes he was making her pussy wet too. He licked her ear & said "Little slut has a wet thong. Your pussy is dripping wet already. A little pussy rub & you're ready for a fuck aren't you?" His finger pulled her nipple harder as he continued to grind his fingers against her thong. She was getting horny & wanted to get fucked but not by this pig feeling her up. His breathing was hot on her neck as she felt his hard dick against her. He felt huge & harder than rock.

A voice from the other side of the partition said "Are you searching someone Marvin?" Marvin swore & said "It's my boss. Stay here. If you say anything I'll deny it & say you pulled your bra open & they'll arrest you for flashing your tits." His hands left her body & he was making excuses to his boss. Jeni realized she was breathing heavy & he got her hot. Her thong was soaked in pussy juice & her nipples were ready to cut glass. She pulled her bra back up over her tits & slid her shirt back in place. She hoped that pig enjoyed himself feeling her up cause that was the last grab of her tits & pussy he would get.

He returned & said "Who told you to pull your bra back over those nipples? I'm not done with those mounds yet. I'm gonna suck your titties & lick those nipples." She said "No you're not. Keep your sweaty paws off my body you creep." He grabbed her shirt & ripped it open. It made a loud ripping noise as he tore it off. He said "You little slut. I'm gonna enjoy sucking your titties." He grabbed at her & her back was against the table. His hands covered her tits as he squeezed. She kept trying to push him off so he changed his plan & said "Just let me suck on your titties a little & then you can go to the show. I just want a little suck on those big round mellons." She didn't say anything & thought that maybe if he sucked her nipples a little then she could go. She said "Do you promise if I let you suck my nipples then I can go?" He squeezed her tits harder & said "Oh yes. I promise. Just a little sucking of your titties is all I want. Just a little licking to get your nipples nice & hard & I'll suck your titties a little & then you can go." She said "Well..." His fingers quickly slid to the hook between her breasts & he had her bra unhooked before she knew what happened. He let the hook go & the cups flew off her tits bouncing her mellons free. He looked at her breasts & moaned. She saw his dick was still hard in his pants & straining to break free. He said "oooo. Nice big firm round titties. I love to suck on titties."

He licked his lips & bent his head down to her nipple. His lips covered her rosy peak as he sucked it firmly deep into his hot mouth. He made a loud sucking sound as his tongue worked over her nipple making it stiffen inside his mouth. She inhaled sharply as he sucked her nipple harder than any man had ever sucked on it before. His face pressed into her mound as he slurped louder & his hand went to her free tit making that nipple as hard as the one he was sucking on. His other hand was around her back & holding her body tight to his face as he sucked her tit in & out of his mouth faster. He kept his eyes open & watched what he was doing as she arched her back & her breasts heaved to his tongue licks. She lightly groaned as he worked his body between her thighs & without her realizing it he had her legs opened wide with his body between her legs. Her hands were rubbing his shoulders as he kept her nipples hard & the hand he had on her back slid to her skirt. He pulled it off with one smooth motion & she never realized it. He had her so hot from the tittie sucking she didn't know what was happening. He dropped her skirt to the floor & he sucked on those titties faster & harder.

As he sucked on her round mellons he swayed her in his arms working her legs open even wider. She was hardly wearing anything at all by now. Her bra was hanging from her shoulders & the cups were swaying in the air as he sucked on her nipples & rocked her body. Her thigh high stockings rubbed on his pants but he wanted that thong off her pussy next. He heard the show start but she didn't seem to notice. She was so hot & moaning lightly to his nipple licking. Her nipple stayed hard against his tongue as he reached for & found the scissors on the table. He didn't think she would knowingly let him take her thong off so he would have to be sneaky to get some pussy access. He held the scissors & his other hand slid down from the tit he was fondling to the top of her leg & pulled on her thong. He sucked on her nipple &lightly bit it to distract her from the thong being cut from her body. She didn't appear to notice as he cut through the one side of the thong. His hands slid to her other leg & he again sucked her nipple super hard & lightly bit forcing her to focus on what he was doing to her tit & she never noticed as he cut through her thong on the other side. He put the scissors back on the table & his hand slid her thong off her pussy as he kept sucking nipple.

She was moaning a little louder as he undid his pants & let them slide down to his ankles. He pushed his boxers down & his thick cock stood at attention. He wanted to fuck her pussy & now that he had her naked & hot, he was going to pump his dick up inside her. He could hardly believe his skill. He sucked her nipple & played with her tits so good that she never noticed that he got her naked & his big cock was free & ready for some pussy. He let her nipple slide from his mouth with a loud sucking sound as she panted & said "Ok. You've done enough tittie sucking. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass & they ache. I let you suck my tits long enough and now I'm going to the show." He laughed & said "You think so? Do you little slut? Your pussy is dripping wet & your naked except for your slutty stockings & bra that's hanging loose from your shoulders. I sucked on your titties so hard you never noticed that I got you naked. Even as I sucked on your nipples I got myself ready for our fuck."  She struggled in his arms & tried to push him away making her tits bounce against his chest. She yelled at him to stop but the music drowned out her voice & the only people to hear her were 3 security guys standing nearby. They walked around the partition & saw them struggling as he tried to pin her down to fuck her.

Jeni said "Now you're in trouble you jerk. They'll help & you'll be in deep shit for trying to fuck me." He laughed & said "Oh they'll help all right. And I'll be deep in something but it won't be shit it'll be your tight pussy as my dick drills you." She said "WHAT??? Oh no. Keep your dick out of my pussy you slime." THe other guys came over & Marvin said "Hold her down so I can fuck her." Two got on each side of her & pulled her onto the table. They each held a leg underneath her knee & pulled her legs open wide for Marvin's dick. The other guy stood at the head of the table & took her arms pinning them above her head as Marvin moved his dick into position between her thighs. One guy said "Fuck that pussy hard Marvin." And he did. He pushed the entire thick length of his hard dick deep up into her pussy & started to thrust wildly. He was thick & hung like a horse. He rode her pussy like a huge big animal & her pussy took his hard cock in & out grabbing every hard inch he plunged inside her. She was moaning loudly as his fat dick filled her pussy completely & pumped faster. Her huge tits were rocking to his cock pumps & he kept his strokes deep & fast. His dick felt so big inside her & as he thrust she felt like she was going to come. The others watched her body rock & move to the fucking as his dick got her hotter as he worked it in & out deeper. She started to come & loudly moaned "ooooOOOOOMMMMM  OH FUCK ME! MMM FUCK MY PUSSY HARD!" She moaned louder as she came with his dick still riding her pussy. Her body bucked under his as her orgasm poured over her body & her pussy grabbed his dick tighter. He slammed his hips harder into her as he pounded his hard cock deeper. He felt his balls tighten & knew he was close to coming. He pumped in fast short strokes making her tits bounce up & down quickly. He couldn't hold it any longer & let his cum explode deep in her pussy pumping her full of his hot juice. He slid his now soft dick from her hot pussy & said "OK slut. Now that I sucked & fucked you you're ready for the show." They left as she sat up & pulled her bra back on her tits hooking it over her swollen nipples. Her nipples dug into the cups & with each breath the bra rubbed against her hard nipples keeping them hard enough to be seen through her bra. She found her cut off thong & left it. She put her skirt back on as his cum dripped down her thigh & she staggered out. The show was just ending & she missed the whole thing while her pussy got fucked. Mary & Brandi found her & said they met 3 hot guys who wanted to fuck & was she interested? THe one for her was staring at her hard nipples poking thrugh her bra. Her nipples still ached for more sucking & he looked eager to suck on her titties. She just hoped he fucked her fast enough so he didn't notice the cum dripping from her pussy.

Back of the Bus 2: Coach

Scribe on Forced Stories

       Andy Porter awoke with a scream.  Another nightmare rocked his restful sleep, filled with searing pain and humiliation.  Cupping his head in his hands, Andy sobbed and rolled back under the covers.  The clock said it was 12:23 pm.  Wednesday.  It was only moments before sleep came again, and with it, dreams.

    Faggot!

    He's Just like a girl!

    It was Thursda

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y before Andy finally returned to school.  His grandmother had been totally oblivious to the real reason her grandson had elected not to go to school, thinking he simply had stomach flu.  Andy had not the heart or the courage to tell her that he'd been raped by two classmates on the bus.  The Bus driver, he thought, He Knew!  He smiled like he knew!  Anger built within his tattered heart....and then was pushed aside as he walked into English class.

    Jason was nowhere to be seen, hopefully absent.  But Danielle was there.  Her hair was held back by a colored 'scrunchie', disappointing Andy just a bit.  He loved her hair down.  Ms. DeLuca smiled and welcomed Andy back as he sat, slowly.  He was still sore from the assault, but tried to push it from his mind.  I've got to keep going.  No one can know!

    The lesson seemed to go fast, ending with a new assignment: two students partnered up by the teacher would make a presentation to show the success of a certain book series.  The choice was theirs, but had to go through Ms. DeLuca first.  The best however came after class.  As Andy began to gather his things, receiving a few jeers from a few minor bullies in the back of the room, Ms DeLuca moved to whisper to Danielle.  At first, Andy thought nothing of it and calmly went to the door, still fighting off the flashes of Tuesday's horrific bus ride home.  Then, a hand reached out and touched his shoulder.  He jumped and turned to see Ms DeLuca's bright, aged face looking back at him with a smile.

    "Andy”, she said ", Danielle here is having a bit of trouble in the class.  Do you mind if I chose her as your partner?"  Ms DeLuca always asked, thought she knew no student could or would say no.  Even now, Andy’s face nearly betrayed his joy.  Danielle.  She would be his partner.  He looked over to her, watching as she gathered her books and came to where student and teacher were speaking.  His heart began to race as he swallowed hard.

    "Sure.  As long as I can pick the books." he said.  Danielle smiled politely, obviously not too thrilled with being group with him, but not disgusted by the fact either.

    As they left the class room, Danielle walked to his side. "Um, thanks for saying yes," she said, her voice reaching a melodious peak in Andy's ear, "I'm kind of failing so..."  She trailed off, her embarrassment clear as day.

    "It's no problem.  You mind the Wheel of Time?" he asked.  In his mind, he hoped she'd read it, wishing that she knew of it and would like him all the more for it.  She shrugged and his heart sank but a little.

    "Doesn't matter.  Could we meet tonight to...um...figure it out?"  His heart shot up again at the suggestion.  A few minutes later, he walked away with her phone number and the time she would be at his house to study.  Tonight.  His mind was ablaze until Jason’s voice hit his mind like a train.

    Don't ever look at her again, fag!!  The tears almost came automatically.  He shook them away and ran to his next class.  Gym.

    Coach Faulkner was a large man wit your typical ex-marine look.  Thick, muscular arms, big chin and the crew cut that never seemed to grow.  Most of the kids feared him, and for good reason.  There were plenty of rumors about him.  Some say he was a Navy Seal, others a marine.  But the truth was a rumor that no one ever told.

    Four years ago, Bernard Faulkner was charged with involuntary manslaughter and sentenced to time in poison.  Once there, he quickly devolved into the worst possible prison cliché'.  At first, he simply fought off those that came at him.  Then, one night, a trio of men came to his cell just before lights out.  He frightened off two and caught the smaller one.  He had learned the ways of prison life, and proceeded to show the intruder he knew what it meant using the end of his dick.  By the time he was released-only the devil knows how-he had developed an affinity for 'prison sex'.  For him, now, it was a test of strength and dominance.  He managed to keep this from the school board when he was hired-again, another fuck up.  But, up until now, none of these kids had caught his eye.

    Wednesday changed that as he had heard three boys bragging about attacking Andy Porter on the bus.  The three were showering up after basketball, a sport the coach oversaw, and the coach heard it all.  Instantly, his mouth began to water.  His hopes had been dashed only slightly when the he had not seen young Porter in the gymnasium that day.

 

  Thursday, however, he was.

    Faulkner watched the young teens going through their stretches, looking closely at Andy in his dark gray sweat pants and t-shirt.  He grinned wide as he bent over to touch his toes, showing the curves of his ass.  Faulkner got himself back in the 'I'm-A-School-Teacher' mindset and blew his whistle.  Class began.

    Blood ball was the order of the day, a game of high intensity dodge ball where the other team advanced by knocking out other players.  The games went fast and the kids built up a sweat, which was good.  Though showers were not a mandatory post-gym activity, Faulkner decided it was the best, and for him most appropriate, way to get Andy where he wanted him.

    Class wound down and the kids began to get their school cloths on as Coach Faulkner put his plan into action.  He crept into the Boy's Locker Room and looked about, finding Andy almost immediately.

    "Porter! Get over here now.  Rest o' you, wait in the bleachers until the bell rings and..." the bell rang, cutting him off.  He nearly smiled.  It was too perfect.  Timing was way too good.  As the rest of the kids flowed from the room, Andy moved very slowly toward the coach and stopped.
   
    "Yes sir?"  He said, nervously.  Andy had never been singled out before, in any class.  Seeing Mr. Faulkner there, all 210 lbs of his, towering like a giant, made him nervous.  He shifted his gym bag on his shoulder.  Faulkner sniffed and reached out, grabbing the bag's strap and flinging it aside.  Andy didn't even fight to hold on.

    "You fuckin' stink son!" he barked, "What's your next class?" He knew already, he just needed to have the boy say it, to trap himself.

    "Study hall, Sir." he said, meekly.  Faulkner nodded and grabbed Andy's shoulder, pulling him around and hauling him toward the shower.  Andy trembled with fear.  He was being manhandled as if he were some stuffed animal.  The meaty arm holding him thrust him toward a bench.  As Andy rebounded to his feet, he turned to have soap and a towel thrust into his hands.

    "Get your ass in the shower boy!  I'll get you excused for being' late, but you better wash up, you dirty ill shit!"  He barked orders at Andy like a drill sergeant.  Andy moved to bathroom stall to get undressed, shaking with fear everytime another garment dropped.

    Outside, Coach turned on the shower, his erection throbbing in his shorts.  He was going to plow this kid's ass and  he knew the kid suspected it. Rounding the corner away from the shower, the Coach waited for Andy to slip out into the large group shower.  Quickly, he shed his cloths and listened.  The sound of running water was muffled for a minute.  Andy was in.  The coach wasted not even a second as he moved silently into the large square room where the boys took thier showers.

    Andy didn't even hear him at first.  Coach just watched him, staring at the boy's ass.  Soon, he'd put the fear in him.  Walking closer gave away his presence, but Andy didn't turn. He only froze, fear griping him already.  Coach reached out with a powerfull calloused hand grabbed ahold of the boy's ass.  Andy shook and tried to move away, but the Coach held him with the grip of another paw on his shoulder.

    "What's the matter?"he asked, mockingly, "You act as if you've never taken it in the ass before."  He stepped closer as he turned Andy's weeping face toward him.  He delighted in the sight.  He touched the top of the boy's head and ruffled his hair with a smile.

    "Just calm down, do as I say and you'll be ok." He lied, he knew he did.  And he knew Andy knew as well. "Now, get the soap." Andy obeyed and reached over to the tray.  His mind tried to grasp what might be going on, but he knew he as only pushing it away.  Sometime, probably yesterday, Coach found out about his rape on the bus.  He looked up, pleading with his eyes into a cold, remorseless face, one that reflected his fright back at him: As satisfaction.

    “Now,” he said,” Soap up my cock.  I want it slick as your ass.”  Andy held still until one of the coach’s hands gripped his and moved it down to the throbbing slab of meat that stood erect at the older man’s waist.  Trembling, and wondering why this was happening to him again, Andy reached his delicate fingers out from his free hand and lightly gripped Bernard Faulkner’s shaft as he brought the soap against the other side.  He heard the coach groan in approval.  Slowly moving his hands along the hardened 9 inch rod, Andy worked the soap against skin, cleaning the grown man, soiling his soul.  With fright shooting up his spine, Andy shook and sobbed in quiet surrender.  He could not fight, he could only give in.  The coach’s head tilted back.  He began to mutter.

    “That’s it…like a good little bitch.  Get it good and slick.  I want it in you…Oh baby”  he spoke to Andy like he was a girl.  Andy almost stopped as the lather began to work over his fingers, nearly covering the long cock of the coach.  The larger man pulled him closer, his own hard member pressing to the top of Andy’s pubic mound.  Andy’s loins stirred slightly.  He tensed.  What was going on?!  He wasn’t aroused.  He didn’t even want it.  He knew that his body was reacting of it’s own accord, defending him in some base way from the violation he was feeling.  His feet began to back peddle slowly, as if being forced backward slowly.  Strong arms from a monster in rapture gripped his shoulders as Andy’s hands stroked the hard member slowly.  The hands turned Andy around, one moving from his shoulder to his soaping hand, taking the soap from him as he was placed face to the wall.  Andy’s forehead touched the light yellow tiles, his bottom lip quivering as a strange hand probed his smooth ass.  A warm bar of soap slicked itself between his cheeks, coating his asshole.  Something slipped in.  A finger.  Then two.  Each time, moving in and out, working the soap in to lubricate him.  Andy grunted and squirmed, trying to get away.  A vain attempt. 

    “Shhhh, It’ll be ok…I’ll fuck you good, “the coach mocked, “You might even come.”  Thick lather dripped down to the young boy’s balls as the coach tossed the soap lazily aside.  A stone hand gripped Andy’s shoulder as another positioned the cock at the moistened hole.  Coach spread Andy’s legs and scooted down a bit.  With aim as precise any predator, he pushed the tip of his monstrous cock into Andy’s asshole.  Andy winced and squirmed a bit only to feel a strong arm around his waist and a full thrust drive the throbbing meat home.  The pain was less than it had been when Jason had fucked him raw on the bus, but Coach Faulkner was massive, thick and hard.  The beast of a man grunted with every quick, savoring thrust.  His cock-head lanced against Andy’s tender prostate, causing the boy’s cock to jump, involuntarily.  Andy wept as the soapy stomach of the Coach slapped against his back again and again, the hard, relentless shaft burrowing deeper into his ravaged ass.  He cried silently, moaning in agony once in a while.

    Coach let his hand wander to the boy’s semi-hard cock.  It was bit for his age, a good 7 inches now.  He stroked with a soapy hand, working the boy’s shaft hard against his will.  Nearly lifting him up off his feet, Faulkner’s paced quickened, each thrust coming sharper and sharper.  Soon, he was piston fucking the young teen’s tight hole with a blind furry.  Ragged grunts escaped the older man’s throat as he nearly pinned the younger body to the wall.  With his hips gripped enough, Coach Faulkner balanced the boy on his piston thrusts as he pulled his hair and forced him to look into his eyes.  Andy saw rage and power.  Coach saw fear and surrender.  As his cock buried again, he felt Andy tense, his asshole clenching.  Tears rolled from his eyes as a warm burst of come showered from his teen cock and splattered against one of the coach’s thighs.

    Coach had to time for shock as suddenly he let out a feral grunt and let one big thrust burry his raping cock balls deep to release a torent of spunk into the boy’s ass.  Letting Andy fall to the ground, Coach’s cock popped out with a sickening slap.  He reached down for the soap and tossed it at Andy’s feet.

    “Clean up, cunt.  You speak, you die, get it?

 

    Later that night, Andy was home again, going over the horrors of the day.  Again he’d been raped by a man.  This time, he’d come, but he knew it was only his body’s natural reaction.  He didn’t want to be taken like that.  He didn’t…A knock came at the door.

    He turned his tearstained face to the doorway, his eyes wide with shock.

    He’d forgotten

    “Andy?” Danielle looked at him, sincere worry about her pretty face. “Why are you crying”

    Could He tell her?  He didn’t know, but it might be worth it to try.

 

Truth and Consequences

RogueLover on Forced Stories

I never thought of my self as a ladies man, I have been with many women in my life but none have filled the empty ness with in me.

 

I am 5’11 stocky build at just shy of 200 lbs. I have an attitude that setting goals, making plans and be aggressive in my desire will award me my prize. My cock is not a poster child for vaginal destruction more the right size to get the job done and enjoy the ride or the stroke depending on the mood.

 

The first time I experienced the true pleasure of losing my self wi

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th a women I was 9 and she was my 17 year old cousin who was my baby sitter when my parents where out. I won’t get in to the details because that is another story and I want to stay the course. I will say it was her first time and I forced the issue.

 

Mom worked at a large bakery and Dad well he was uneducated, and unskilled he would do any thing to make money and that would put him on the rode and long stay away from us. We only received letters with some money in it and a visit as he passed through.

 

As I was in puberty and in High School, I could care less about what was happening on the home front only getting laid and a toke. I was working as a roofer and after doing this for the past three years during the summer and holidays and on weekends I would do odd jobs around the area and stayed focused on getting out of the shit whole area I was in.

 

Mom was always impressed of my work ethic and feed me complements on how her baby was a man. She keeps a clean house and talked to the occasional neighbor around us but she was so shy, and only complained how others at her work got promoted and she just stayed the same and it was always to me. I got tired of listening to her rederick so I would eat and slip off to my room for my toke and stroke.

 

On my pay days, which I was making more then Dad us sending, I would slip a occasional $50 or $100 in to her purse. She would always say you did not have to do it but thanks and I would hear her go to her room and cry about it.  

 

Mom is an average looking women in her late thirties, a little more on the buns from eating her wares at the bakery and I was seventeen and coming of age. It was a three day weekend from school and Snow was piled high out side so I spent the first part of the day shoveling snow so mom could get out. Once done I entered the house and all shit hit the fan!

 

As I was changing clothes after a warming shower there she stood holding my box of goodies and trying to project herself as a strong and vigilant parent. She raised her voice and said” What is this stuff” and I lost it, her is an old robe and me with a towel in the heat of the moment I exploded “I grabbed her and said “Look Bitch this is my stuff and non of your fucken business, I pay you, you whore so fuck off” then I tossed her in the direction of my bed and she landed ok but not full on my bed. Her top half on the bed the rest kneeling with her ASS facing me. As I approached she looked and me with sad eyes and an expression of pure fright. It was then I realized my towel had dropped and coming towards hers was her son completely naked and a raging erection. Full of anger and out of control and when she NO Please! I know I was going to bust a nut in this bitch. She tried to stand but I held her down with one hand and ripped her panties off with the other. I laid on top of her and whispered in her ear you will be pleased when I’m done! She was crying and saying no son I am you mother, no stop!!!!!! I laughed you are right “NO STOP”

 

Her bare ass was about to take a bounding for the first time and we both know it. She tried to fend me off but I just more man then she could handle. As I forced my self in her she howled like the bitch she was. Further I drove and she continued to fight and cry, each inch drought a new valley of pleads and pain. When I could fully engulfed in her ass I started to slowly back out the forces myself back in. She ripped my sheets with her nails and teeth and I continued to pound away at her virgin ass. After 30 minutes there was no more fight left in her and she just kept taking it only the sound of her crying could be heard, a moan of pain, a gasp of air.

 

I climb up higher so I could thrust myself in at a different angle, I was now over her raw ass and pumping new flesh. Her ass was so wide now I thought my balls would fall in.    

 

I was ready to blow my Baby Magic. As the tension grew in my balls I yanked my self out of her and spun her around she was done and I know it, I grabbed her by the hair shot my hot load of baby magic in her mouth and sprayed it all over her face and gown. Then I dropped the crying bitch to the grown and could see she had shit her self and was totally out of it. I had to piss so she got that too.

 

I nudged her with my foot and commanded her to clean up the mess. And I went to the shower to clean my self.

 

I went to the kitchen I was starved but my mind started to replay what had just happened. I was no longer angry and could not explain my feelings. I felt more powerful then ever but also I felt some shame.

 

I had not heard my mom for at lease an hour. I know she was still up stairs, I heard her take a shower also. So I went looking to see what damage I had done. As I walked passed my room I could see she did clean up the shit, piss and cum on the floor. As I approached her room, I opened the door slowly and looked at her sitting on the end of the bed crying in to her hands. As I approached she looked up at me like a rabbit to a hunter. She was so weak and tried to talk. You hurt me I have never had any one do that in my butt or cum in my mouth. You are my son and you fucked me like an animal you raped me!

 

I slowly reached down, she started to pull away but I started to stroke her head and she responded by moving closer to me. Her sitting there and me standing over her hugging and caressing. I could feel my cock responding and at that moment she could too. She pulled way fast and landed further up the bed she was looking for a way to escape but all she could see was me undressing. She said in a low meek voice no son not this not me your mother.

 

She pushed and kicked at me as I slowly climb over her and pinned her down. She was not fighting as much as she had but she was not a willing lover either. There where only glassy eyes all of her tears where gone and she was parched from saying no son it’s wrong to fuck your mother! I held her and said mom this is going to happen the amount of pain you receive is up to you. All she could say was please don’t hurt me. With those words I know she was mine. I forced her to kiss me on the limps the way she kisses Dad when he comes home.

 

I released her and made her stand up. She was dressed in sweet pants and a pull over. I commanded her to remove her top so I could see her rack, she begrudgingly did so and once I seen those puppy I was rock hard. I then ordered her to drop the rest of the linen and again she complied. I told her kneel down in front of me and take down my underwear. As she knelt before me she said son this is wrong please stop I promise no one will know! I laughed hay mommy I am a minor if some one finds out your ass is going to jail and there you will get a real bad ass fucken. I had her and she knew it she could not stop it and she was scared of me.

 

As my underwear dropped I could feel my pre-cum dripping in the anticipation of filler her up. My words where were firm “Baby said please my meat” then with out warning she looked into my eyes for softness and said “Baby I have never given a blow job before? I could have chiseled granite with my cock at that point. I eased it in her mouth and she rapped her hands around my shaft. Slowly I tested her depth and only stopped when she started to gag on it. Then I placed my hands on her head and began face fucking her. She soon got the rethumb an soon her eyes where closed and she went to a different place. She was lost in the moment and started to enjoy her self when she realized she was having her first orgasm and it was with her son.  

 

She went limp and fell to the floor crying “ I was sucking my son’s cock OH GOD forgive me! I picked her up and cared her over to the bed and ever so gently laid her down. I knelt in front of her clit and softly stroked it soft outer walls, her hands move quickly to block me from her “Box of goodies” but as I massaged and said relax mom her hand stayed close but no longer blocking, I found her clit just inside waiting to be awaken and I leaned forward and begin to probe her inter most sanctum with my tongue. I could feel her body arch, and breathing slowdown. The sounds she made where no longer those of pain and fear, but pleasure and ecstasy.   Her legs opened more and the tips of her small fingers pulled my hair and head closer. She was moaning and shaking I know want was happening to her she was totally clueless as she had multiple orgasms. I felt so much the man at that moment that words can not describe. I started tasting her cum it gushed upon me. She yelled “Oh SON what are you doing to me, I can’t stop shaking” “my body is tingling” I am CUMMMING that was the last bit of resistance I had.

 

I stood up and wiped her juices from my lips with my tongue. She tasted sweet and I loved it. I looked down on her she had her eyes closed and her fingers where masturbating her in pleasure. I kisses her and this time she responded, I then moved her up the bed and laid beside her I started kissing her nick then her firm breast. Her nipples where hard   I let my hand join in the please of masturbating her. She was so hot and I had to have her right there. I moved in to position, her legs opened up wider to invited me in. moms hands moved up to my chest, I could feel her nails taking flesh as I entered the land of taboo. Deeper I probed looking for her spot and when I found it she jumped, and grabbed my ass to thruster her more. Her legs became a vise and she was shaking like no other lover I have ever been with. We rocked hard thrusting pleasing each other until I could no longer hold back I erupted like a volcano shooting my hot load of baby magic deep with in her. She came again as I did. We both held the moment not wanting it to pass we were now truly one mind body and soul. As the after glow she laid her head on my chest and kissed my nipple. I reciprocated with a hug and kiss to the top of her head.

 

Shortly there after I drifted off to sleep holding mother lover and feeling her corset her new cock.

 

When I awoke mom had placed a blanket over me and was gone. I could small something good coming from the kitchen down stares. I dressed in only a robe and went to the kitchen there on the table a plate of food mom had made for me. But she was not there instead she was in the living room crying and looking at old pictures. When I approached she stood up and wiped her eyes as if nothing was wrong. Her half hearted smile met mine and I said do you want to talk? With the door open she nodded yes. I embraced her and she was so gentle in my arms. I looked down and was met with a kiss not from my mom but from my lover. We sat down on the love seat and held hands. She would only occasionally look up in to my eyes.

 

She asked did you like fucking me son? Yes mom you are so beautiful, I am sorry I got mad and hurt you though. It is ok now. You should know some thing; I have never experienced the feeling I did with you! Your father has never been able to show me what true lover should feel. I have been very lonely so I thought about another child, then she did look at me and said I have been off birth control for three weeks and when you took me as a women I can tell you got the job done son! I hope our child will be a son just like his dad

 

Dad is pissed because of another mouth to feed, mom is more assertive at work and got her promotion, mom has come a long way since that day.   We had a daughter; I can hardly wait for her to reach puberty because daddy/bro has a surprise experience planned!  

Jackand Jill - Part Eight

Sir James on Forced Stories

Jack parked his car in the garage. He helped his two slaves, Jill and Annie from the car, and escorted them into the house. They were still wearing the leather garter belts, black hose, and knee length leather boots. Both mother and daughter still had their hands locked behind their backs. He removed their capes leaving them nude, with the exception of the aforementioned items. They were magnificent. He could not go to bed without taking advantage of their situation.

It had been an exciting, sexually tense evening, but he had not really had any sexual satisfaction. Now he was home, with two of the most beautiful and submissive women in the world. His cock was quickly arising to meet the challenge.

"Come, Ladies, we must ad

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journ to the bedroom. My cock is hard, and it aches. For the most part, you two are responsible. Therefore, it will be your responsibility to take care of it." Jill and Annie rushed to him, pressing their bodies close to his. He hugged them, together, and kissed them, first one and then the other. Life was good.

In the bedroom, Jack undressed. His cock was raging. On his orders, Jill and Annie dropped to their nylon covered knees and started licking his cock and balls. Jack stood there, and enjoyed their ministrations. Finally he made them stand up.

"Get on the bed, Cunts. I have a better plan for the two of you", he ordered.

As his beautiful sex slaves climbed up onto the bed, he was at an antique chest in the corner of the room, gathering a bunch of ropes, and a light-weight flogger type whip. Jill and Annie were lying side by side, in the center of the bed. Jack picked Annie up. He held her close, and kissed her. He then turned her around, and put her back on the bed. Now her and Jill were at opposite ends of the bed. Jack made further adjustments, so when he was through, mother and daughter were looking directly at each other’s pussy. Using the pieces of rope from the chest, Jack set about tying Jill and Annie together. When he was through, they were lying on their sides, facing each other. They were tightly bound to each other, and could not move from each other. To complicate matters, their faces were touching the other one’s pussy. Jack’s intentions were obvious.

"Ladies, here is the situation. You are to suck each other’s cunt, until you come. There is a complication, however. I am going to watch you, with my whip. If I feel that you need a little encouragement, I will apply the whip as needed."

With that remark, he brought the whip down on Jill and Annie’s ass, respectively. They squirmed under Jack’s whip.

"The slave who brings the other slave to a climax first", Jack continued, "Will be the winner. In other words, it would be best not to have a cum in this contest, because the first person who cums, will be tortured. Now, Ladies, let the games begin. With that, Jack again brought the whip down on each woman’s ass. Both mother and daughter dove into the other’s cunt. Jack’s cock was throbbing with excitement as he watched this delicious contest.

Annie seemed to have the edge, as Jill seemed to have a hard time concentrating. Annie seemed to know where to work on Jill’s pussy, to excite her the most. Jill was sucking and moaning. Her eyes were closed and she was struggling to hang on. Then it was Jill who seemed to get the upper hand. Jack of course helped her by whipping her delicious ass. Jill seemed to attack her mother’s pussy, and in a short time, Annie lost control, and was cumming. Jill was merciless. Even as Annie was having her climax, Jill became more aggressive, causing Annie to have a second cum. For Jack it was a beautiful sight. His cock was seriously aching.

At last, Annie came back to earth, and as Jack released her from her daughter, she moaned, "Jack, I really tried. What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing tonight, Sweet Slave", Jack answered. "You can sleep tonight, worrying about what is gong to happen to you. For now, I want to fuck both of you. Turn around and lie next to your daughter. Both of you, turn over on your belly, and raise your sweet asses in the air, on you knees, with your face on the bed. Move now, get it done!"

Jack was now looking at two magnificent asses, framing two hot pussy’s. With their hands still locked behind their backs, getting into position was a challenge, but they managed. He crawled onto the bed, and took a kneeling position behind Jill and Annie. Starting with Jill, he started to fuck them. As his fucked Jill, he used his whip to punish Annie’s sweet ass. The whip managed to catche her pussy from time to time. Soon Jill was cumming. She wanted to lie prostrate on the bed, but Jack had not told her she could to that.

Jack, moved behind Annie. As he fucked her, her again used his whip, to whip Jill’s ass. Even though Annie had just had a climax, Jack’s cock brought her to a new one. Finally, both women were allowed to relax.

Jack released their wrists, and ordered them to play with his cock, with their hands and mouths, and bring him to a cum. By now Jack was ready to cum. It did not take long before he did cum. His cock was in Jill’s mouth when he climaxed. When the flow of cum started to subside, Jill removed her mouth and Annie took over, completely draining Jack.

While Jack regained his senses, both Jill and Annie got up from the bed, and used the bathroom, and undressed for the night. They returned to the bedroom, with warm wet towels. They washed Jack’s body, refreshing and relaxing him. Mother and daughter climbed into the king sized bed, one on each side of Jack, and within minutes, all three were sound asleep, intertwined in each others arms and bodies.

Somewhere in the middle of the night Jack was awakened by one of his slaves sucking his cock. He soon realized it was Annie. When she finished, swallowing all of his cum, she went back to sleep, with her head lying on his belly, his cock touching her lips, and her hand cupping his balls.

Jack and Jill’s wedding was to take place on the first day of June. It would be a warm day in south central Texas, but the place of the wedding was air-conditioned. It had been decided that the wedding would take place at Sir Stephen’s barn. Since it was through Sir Stephen that Jack and Jill were able to form this relationship, he would be the Best Man. Annie would be the Matron of Honor for Jill, with Jeff Brady "giving" Jill away.

This would be a Master and Slave wedding, with strong S & M overtones. Jack and Sir Stephen would wear tuxedos, while Jill and Annie would be dressed as sex slaves. Jill’s wedding costume would consist of a small white lace vail extending down to her shoulders. A white silk garter belt, with white hose, and white high heel sandals, with 5" heels, would complete her attire. Her hands, as well as her elbows, were to be bound tightly behind her back with white silk rope, and a white leather collar would be locked around her neck. A white leash would be attached. A white silk gag would be in her mouth, until she was asked to voice her vows.

Annie would wear a similar costume. As matron of honor, she would wear a beige silk garter belt, with beige hose and beige high heel sandals, like Jill. Annie would also be gagged with a beige silk gag and her hands and elbows would be similarly bound, only with beige silk rope. A beige leather collar and leash would be locked around her neck.

The ceremony would be handled by a Superior Court judge, a friend of Jack and Sir Stephen’s. The judge was also an enthusiastic practitioner of S & M. When asked to officiate at the wedding, Judge Lawrence Bailley was thrilled to do so.

On the day of the wedding, all was ready for the event. Sir Stephen had the wedding reception catered by a friend of his, who was discrete. There was be plenty to eat, and champagne was flowing.

The guests were supporters of S & M activities. Craig Kenyon, Jim Cole and David Rayne were there with their slave/wives. The wives of these men were bound, and wearing very revealing costumes.

There were two other couples, whom Jack knew. The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

Jill and her mother, Annie, were in a small office, to the side of the auditorium. They had been transported to Sir Stephen’s by Jeff Brady. In strict wedding tradition, it was bad luck for the groom to see his bride before the wedding. Jack came out by himself a short time later.

The Ladies were preparing themselves. Make up was applied with the greatest care, and hair was a coiffure of perfection. After putting on their garter belts, hose and high heeled sandals, they made sure that their bodies were groomed. This included the brushing of pussy hair, and perfume and lotion to enhance their skin tone. Finally, Jeff Brady, bound their hands and elbows behind their backs. Next came the gags. When the two were properly prepared, they were standing side by side, waiting for the ceremony to start. Jeff looked at them, and literally caught his breath when he saw just how beautiful they were. They were absolutely outstanding. Jeff walked over to Jill and Annie. He put his hands on each of their pussy’s, and found that they were both wet. What magnificent creatures these two women were.

Outside of the "ready room" the sounds of the "Wedding March" could be heard. Jeff opened the door and escorted Jill and Annie out into the main room. All the guests were in their seats. Jack and Sir Stephen were at the altar waiting for them. The judge, wearing his black robe, was standing behind the altar. It was time to start the proceedings.

Annie started down the aisle. She took slow short mincing steps, in cadence with the music. This type of stride caused her breasts to jiggle as she walked. She was a beautiful sight to see. The assembled guests were watching her. The men in the room were smiling with lecherous grins. Annie finally reached altar, and took her place on the left. Jack was smiling at her, while Sir Stephen was watching her tits jiggle.

Next came Jill. She was being led by Jeff Brady, who was holding her white leash. Jill was taking the same slow mincing steps as did Annie. Her breasts jiggled also, calling attention to them. Since Jill and Annie had rather large tits, this was a beautiful and erotic scene. Finally, Jeff Brady and Jill arrived at the altar.

Judge Bailley greeted the crowd, and welcomed them to this ceremony. He then asked who would give Jill away for marriage. Jeff said that he would. With that, he handed the leash to Jack. Jill, smiling as best she could with a gag in her mouth, stepped over next to a grinning Jack Dillon. To Jack, she was the most beautiful creature in the world, and now she would be married to him. Annie stepped over to stand next to Jill.

The good Judge uttered a few preparatory remarks, and then looked at Jack. "Jack", he said, "Do you take this woman, Jill Cates, to be your wedded wife and sex slave. To hold and protect. To care for her. To make sure she is a perfect sex slave. To advance her sex slave training, and to help her learn. Do you promise to keep her as a sex slave, secure in the fact that you will love and care for her?"

"Yes, sir", Jack answered, "I do."

Judge Bailley turned to Sir Stephen and said, "Sir, would you be so kind as to remove the gag from Slave Jill’s mouth?"

Sir Stephen walked behind Jill, and unlocked the buckle holding the gag in her mouth. Jill gasped a mouth full of fresh air and gently worked her jaw, which was slightly stiff from being gagged.

"Jill, do you take this man, Jack Dillon, to be your husband and slave master? Do you promise to yield to him, and cater to his wishes?"

"I do", whispered Jill. She shivered with excitement.

"Jill", the judge continued, "Do consent to live a life of physical restraint, bondage, discipline, whippings, tortures, and sexual slavery to Jack Dillon?"

Again, Jill whispered, "I do."

"Jill, do you yield and consent to obey Jack Dillon. Will you readily accept his wishes when he wants to give to you another person, to be used as a sex slave to that person, or persons?"

Jill swallowed, and again softly answered, "Yes sir, I do."

"Finally, do you understand, that by these vows, your husband and master, Jack Dillon, has the right to punish or torture you if you fail to met his demands for your slavery, or for the sheer pleasure of punishing and torturing a sex slave?"

"Yes, I do."

"As you sign of your acceptance of your new status, I want you to go down on your knees, and suck Jack Dillon’s cock."

Jill sank to her knees in front of Jack. He extracted his achingly rigid cock from his trousers, and held it for her to take into her mouth. Jill kissed the head of his cock, lovingly, flicking the tip with her sweet pink tongue. Then she slipped it into her mouth. With her tongue lashing the tip, she started to suck Jack’s turgid cock. After a minute of two, Jack stopped her and removed his cock from her mouth. He reached down to Jill, and helped her to a standing postion. He wanted to save himself for the evenings festivities.

Judge Bailley, smiling, finished by saying, "Jack, will you put your ring on Slave Jill’s finger?"

Sir Stephen handed Jack the wedding ring. With her hands bound behind her back, it was a little difficult, but Jack prevailed, and the ring was placed on Jill’s left ring finger.

The judge looked at the two newly weds, and said, "Well, by the power vested in me by the Great State of Texas, I pronounce you man and wife, and more to the point Master and Slave. Jack, you may kiss your Bride and sex slave."

Jack pulled Jill to his chest, and with one hand squeezing her breast, he kissed her hard, long, and passionately. As he was kissing her, his left arm was around her waist, pulling her tight to him, while his right hand was placing a few well placed spanks to her sweet tight ass. Several members of congregation was smiling and nodding in approval of Jill’s ass being turned into a hot pink hue. It took Jill’s breath away. When he finished kissing and spanking her, he whispered in her ear.

"Sweet Slave, I love you. You are mine, you are my slave and prisoner and I am never going to let you go. I love you so much"

He then looked over and smiled at Annie, who stood there watching her daughter and Jack. She had a tear in her eye and a lump in her throat. She would have spoken, but she still had a gag in her mouth. Jack leaned over, and kissed Annie on her gag.

"You are mine too, Sweet Cunt. I love you, too"

Jack and Jill turned toward the assembled crowd. The wedding attendees loudly applauded the couple. Jack took Jill by the arm and walked down the aisle to the rear of the reception area of the room. This was a happy day.

Sir Stephen took Annie by the leash to escort her down the aisle. He leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear. "Slave Cunt, you need to know that you are about the hottest looking slave I have ever seen. Jack promised me I could have some time with you, very soon."

Annie closed her eyes for a second, nodded her head, and then walked with Sir Stephen down the aisle, wondering what was going to happen to her. Her future was clearly tied to Jack and Jill. Part of her mind was apprehensive, yet the submissive part of her mind was excited, and looking forward to her new life as a "mother-in-law", and sex slave.

In the reception area, champagne flowed, music was played, and the assembled crowd enjoyed themselves. The reception line was a happy event. Every one wished the newly wedded couple all the best. When the men in the gathering kissed the bride, they made sure the squeezed Jill and Annie’s breasts, and delved into their hot moist cunts.

The party got underway. Music was played, and the newly weds danced for the assembly. Jack was holding Jill, directing her movements on the dance floor by holding and squeezing one her breasts. Her hands and elbows were still tied tightly behind her back. Soon other couples were dancing. Slaves were displayed, and put through their paces. Masters compared notes on the enslavement of their wives. The newly wed couple was congratulated. When the Bride was kissed repeatedly, she was also fondled. Her magnificent breasts and pussy were the center of attention. By the time the reception was over, Jill was so hot she would have readily accepted a gang-bang situation.

Sir Stephen announced to the throng, that it was time for Jack to properly consummate his marriage to his slave, Jill. While Jack and the rest of the crowd watched, Sir Stephen took Jill to the center of the room. There, a chain hung from the ceiling. Jill’s wrists and elbows were untied. Jill sighed with relief, as the ropes were removed. As quickly as they were removed, however, her hands were tied above her head, to the chain. The chain was then raised, until she was stretched fairly taught. Sir Stephen spent the next few minutes fondling Jill’s breasts and pussy. Her arousal was obvious. Then, Sir Stephen, using a ball gag, installed the noise suppressor into Jill’s mouth. As he locked the gag strap tightly into position, the onlookers were nodding approval of his treatment of Jill. Finally, he stepped aside, so Jack could proceed with his nuptial whipping of Jill.

Jack had picked a medium weight flogger style whip. He flexed the whip to feel its weight. It was suitable. He called Annie to come to him. He removed her gag, and told her to get on her knees in front of him. Smiling, Annie did so. Jack extracted his cock, and slipped it into Annie’s mouth. With this inspiration, Jack brought the whip down across Jill’s breasts. His whip was crisp, causing Jill’s breasts to bounce, and then shudder back into position, waiting for the next blow. As the whipping was proceeding, Annie was sucking as best she could, considering Jack’s movements.

Soon Jill was whimpering and crying as the tit whipping continued. Jack lowering his aim, and directed his whip down her body until he reached her pussy. Stopping, he addressed Jill.

"Jill, Slave wife of mine. I want to whip your cunt. I have not tied you with your legs forced open."

At this point, Annie was doing an exceptional job of sucking Jack’s cock. He stopped, and pulled her head back, just far enough for her to look up at him, yet maintain an oral grasp of his cock.

"Sweet Cunt, you are to suck me, and tease me, but do not make me cum. If you do, you cunt will be whipped like you have never had it whipped!"

Annie, nodded her head, and went back to her task.

"Now, Jill", Jack continued, "I want you to spread you legs, and hold them open. I am going to whip your cunt. You are not to close your legs, no matter how hard I whip you." As several onlookers quietly voiced doubt about Jill’s ability to with stand a cunt whipping and hold her position, Jill nodded her head.

With the sounds of Annie sucking his cock, Jack swung the whip directly into Jill’s pussy. She flinched, yet she held her position. Jack continued his assault. On the tenth stroke, Jill was starting to sob, yet she held her position. After twentieth, Jack said he was going to inflict one last stroke of the whip. It was to be the hardest, a Mast’s Stroke. He wanted her to push her pelvis out, to further expose her cunt. Jill whimpered slightly, and the pushed her pussy out as far as she could push it. Jack responded, and his whip slammed into her pussy. Jill howled behind the gag, but maintained her position, with her cunt pushed out towards Jack. Several admiring remarks came from the crowd.

On Jack’s instructions, Annie ceased sucking his cock. He next brought his whip down across Jill’s thighs. He walked around Jill, with his cock bobbing in midair, whipping the front and backs of her thighs. She danced the dance of whipped slaves, but did her best to hold her position. Finally he came back to Annie, and slipped his cock back into her awaiting mouth.

Jack ordered Jill to turn around so he could whip her ass. She did, and he did. His whip scorched her ass. Jack kept whipping, Jill kept squirming, and Annie kept sucking.

Jack, at long last, dropped the whip, and after removing his cock from Annie’s mouth, walked over to Jill and removed the gag from her face. He then put his arms around her body, and kissed her.

Jack grasped his rock hard cock, and bending his legs slightly, pushed it into Jill’s pussy. Jill moaned deeply, and thrust her pelvis against Jack’s cock. Jack started to move his cock in and out of Jill’s soaking cunt. With all the sexual tension in the room, the two lovers could not stand this action very long.

Jack whispered into Jill’s ear, "Cum, you sweet cunt, cum for me."

It was too much for Jill. With in two or three more strokes of his cock, she started cum. With her increased pelvic movement, Jack started to cum. His climax was so strong, his knees were trembling.

Finally, both Jack and Jill came down from their erotic high, Jack summoned Annie to come his side. He kissed her, and hugged the both of them at the same time. A loud applause broke out in the assembly. It was a magnificent sight. Every one was happy, especially Jack, Jill, and Annie.

The reception was finally over, and the crowd broke up. Jack secreted Jill and Annie out the side door, and into his Jaguar. Both women were still dressed in their wedding attire, and still bound. Each was covered with a cape.

As Jack drove out onto the interstate highway, towards Dallas, he spoke. "Annie, Jill and I are going away on a honeymoon for a few days. We are taking the Beech King Air, and are flying down to the Grand Cayman Islands. I have made reservations there for a very secluded beach cottage, on a private beach. Now there is the problem of my second slave. What to do with her?"

Annie was feeling lonely, already. Since she had moved in with Jack and Jill, she had never been alone. She wondered how she would occupy her time. She felt a little lost.

Jack, smiling, continued, "I thought about giving her to Sir Stephen for a few days, but then had a thought. I had Jill pack up some things for you. You are going with us. I suppose it is the first time a mother-in-law was invited on a honeymoon with the bride and groom. But in this case, I think it is expected. I will not take "no" for an answer."

Jill was smiling, looking over her shoulder at Annie, "Mother, you belong with us. I want you to come with us, also."

Annie did not know what to say. She just rested her head on the headrest of the back seat, shifted her bound arms to a more comfortable position, closed her eyes, and thought about how she was the luckiest lady/slave in the whole world. Life was good.

The end…and the Beginning.

A Day off the beaten Path.......!

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Luan and my mother talked on a regular basis Luan having three young children herself they always had more than enough to talk about. Everytime I would see her I couldn't take my eyes off her slightly saging but still nicely pert breasts, this of course made for some very unfocused conversations that we may have had, in one ear out they other. I never thought she would ever check me out I am a bigger guy I am 6' 1" 290 no always tan not that well endowed either I was 4" max erect. Of course this meant I haven't had many sexual encounters to fantasize about so Luan being the source of the majority of my Boyhood fantasies. There were many attempts over the years to try to see her naked because I knew if I could see her naked even just once, well I would have enough material for fan
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tasies for a good long time. I made freinds with her older son Joe, he and I being very close in age so we hung out alot, especially over at his house I relished any sleep overs that we might have because that might be another chance to see his mother naked. Over many years the closest I have ever seen her get to being naked was, when she would go swimming her nipples became very hard and almost always press her breasts and nipples to her bathing suit, very enticing. I was turning 18 in a couple of months and headed off to college at the end of the school year out of state. I figured that if I couldn't have her I should get as far away from her as possible, just so nothing could actualy happen accidently. I knew that I would most likely never have the chance after I left to get close to her again atleast close enough for what I wanted to do to her. I began to think that if I were moving away to college that I should atleast try to do something as to regret never doing anything at all, hey I was 17 and Horny and not geting any, stupid horny hormoned driven thoughts go thru your mind. I planned that I would stay home sick one day since both of my parents worked and my sister went to school also that no one would be there to fumble my plans at all. Luan's three kids went to school also and her husband held down two jobs, so that she wouldn't have to work which meant that she was home every day. From past experiences from staying home I noticed that she attended house hold chores during the day to keep herself busy. I had it all set I was going to take off that teusday making sure that all three of her kids were not sick so that they wouldn't be ruining my plans at all. Her husband left very early for work and he didn't arrive home till very late 10 or so at night. So I acted sick being a good student and all, my parents barley questioned me staying home that day by myself. I waited till about 9am or so and that my mom and dad had gone off to work and that my sister had already left for school. I got showered and dressed something loose and no underware easily accessable so I threw on my sweat suit one that I have worn and was loose and comfortable and that I knew that I could get out of in a moments notice. I walked over to Luan's house only being a good 20 or 30 feet away I did it quite briskly. I rang the door bell had this stupid little tone and before the bell had ended Luan answered the door in her satin night gown and a terry cloth robe, pretty tightly bound. I knew that she would invite me in if I had a good enough excuse, I told her that our toilets were backed up and asked if I could use one of theirs I used the one closest to the bedrooms so that I could scope out the house for any stowaways. I Walked past all of the bedrooms all of the doors wide open with their dirty laundry on the bed for Luan to collect and wash that day, it seemed that the coast was clear. I went down stairs and thanked her for letting me use her bathroom, when I walked down the stairs I saw her on the couch watching the morning news like she did most morinings. I walked up behind her and told he that she looked a little tense and offered her a back rub not thinking anything of it she agreed not wanting to pass up a free massage, I began rubbing her shoulders and neck which this being the most contact that I had with her up to this point. Without a single thought in my head letting my animal instinctincts to take over, I reached down with my right hand, to the front of her chest and grabbed one of her beautiful big breasts throught her night gown and under her robe. She of course very starled by this very action she jumped to her feet and said "What do you think your doing," "GET OUT" I smugly shrugged off her reaction, and walked around to the side of the couch looking like I was going towards the door, but I stepped in closer to her she backed up but only to bump against a table and the chair behind her which caused her to fall on to the love seat behind her. She hit the coutch with a rather hard thump and curled up into a defenseive ball screaming for help, but I doubt anyone heard her. I grabbed her Forearms pulled them away from her face pined them to the back of the Chair. I placed my knee between hers to seperate them I pressed my legs and full body into her to pin her down. Once I had her pined to the couch I placed both knees into her thighs so she couldn't ball up again. I repositioned myself to right abover her pelvis so that I could pin her hands with my legs. I pined her hands again with my legs not caring if she were in any pain at all. I ook my now free hands and tore her robe open and ripped off her night gown, exposing her beautiful breasts which I fondled for several minutes pinching her niples and swirling her ereolas which were quite large and a deep pink, her nipples began to get very hard this of Course made me very hard. I pulled down my pants as far as they would go more than enough to reveal my very hard cock. I smacked her face a few times to get her to stop screaming and she did after a few good blows to the head. I told her that I wouldn't hurt her if she did everything that I told her to do, she noded her head in agreement with tears in her eyes. I began by grabbing her somewhat bushy head of hair and forcing her to open her mouth all the way and placed my waiting cock in her hot mouth, it went in nice and smoothly I made her take it all in till the point where she began to gag a little I just kept on ramming it until I shot a drop of precum down her throught. I knew since I went this far already that I wanted to have it deep inside her as deep as I could make it. I told her to stop strugling or I would smack her again, she quickly stopped kicking franticly and stopped trying to scratch me, she still tried to get away when I repositioned myelf but I easily grabbed her by the legs scooping them up in either arm making her almost completely immoble again, I grabbed and ripped off her panties with one swift yank I pulled them off, exposing a beautiful mound of flesh and very little hair not shaved just short with two very nice and soft lips. She quickly placed her hands in front of her pusy, I placed my arms under her thighs again and grabbed her wrists to keep her from covering it up. I planted my face dep into her pusy I could feel her cringe as I stuck my tounge in as deep as I could, she kept on screaming "Please Stop think about what you are doing," she was crying pretty heavily tears soaked her face and chest and saliva all over her chin. I picked myself up and placed the head of my cock inside her just the head though. I waited a second and then shoved it in very quickly a little paifull but it went in pretty smooth she had gotten pretty wet from the tounge lashing and from all of the excitment. I began ramming my cock deep inside her all the way in all the way out every time slapping my balls aginst her ass, it was just a fe strokes before I was ready to cum, I tol her that this was for her own good I squirted my cum deep inside her pussy I grinded a little bit, then I kept it in for a few moments to let her pussy soak up the juices. I pulled out she quickly try to cover up with her robe. She was in shock and didn't say anything, I turned and looked at her before walking out the door I told her "If you call the police I will tell them that you raped me, if you tell your husband I will tell him that we have been having an affair, if you tell anyone I'll make usr that you turn out looking like the total slut here not me." I turned and went out the door in a quick pace not staying around awaiting for a rebuttle. For hours I sat in m house waiting to see what would happen hoping that she ahd taken my waringing in heed and be in just to much shock to do anything. 5pm haad rolled around mom and dad had arrived home and my sister had arrived home after her band practice. Nothing happened that night and nothing the night after, I wondered what had happened. Before I knew it about 4 months had passed and my life had gone back to the way it was before school and after school activities almost every day. Graduation came around, about a month after graduation I had a nice going away party and to my surprise Luan was there, with a nice little present in a bag, she was being escorted by her husband and three kids I went and greeted them like any good host would. The party was going great about an hour went past and all of the sudden Luan grabbed me and pulled me off to the side into my bedroom. She handed me my gift bag that she had brought for me, she told me to open it with a look of excitement on her face inside were a pair of cuffs. And I asked in Puzzlement "What are the Handcuffs for." She smugly stood up walked towards the door, started to unbutton her shirt from the bottom untucking it from her skirt, she revealed her stomach which seemed to have a little buldge in it, she just looked at me turned to the side rubbed her belly, and walked out the door. She says "You'll be needing those in about 6 months or so, have fun in college while it lasts." she turned and walked out. The End

Bullies - sow the wind

cherokee on Forced Stories

Bullies

Chapter 1 Max

 

“I figure you got a choice” the big kid said, lifting the little kid off the floor by the front of his shirt.   “You show up behind K-Mart tonight at 8 and take your beating, or I beat you up every time I s

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ee you – you little shit head.”  

He shoved the child back into the locker.   His head snapped back against the locker and his glasses slipped sideways on his face as the little dark haired boy slid down to the floor only half conscious.   The big kid kicked him in the ribs one last time for good measure and turned to the other kids in the hallway.

“Anybody else want be a wise guy?” the big kid glared at the other children.   “I run this school – you do as you’re told, or you pay.   When I tell someone to do my homework, I better get an A.”

The big kid, flanked by two other supporters pushed through the crowd as someone tried to help the little boy up.   It had been this way as long as anyone could remember.   Before Max, it had been his older brother, Bic.   Bic and Max, after having been kept back twice was at least two years older than any of the other kids, and three years older than most.   Their parents believed in keeping them out of school until they were a year older.   The intent had been to give them a development advantage.   What it had done was to make it easier for them to bully the other kids in the playground.   Bic had been taken from public school to another state institution over a year ago and his younger brother Max took over his position.

At just before 8 the little boy with dark hair and glasses turned the corner and looked down the dark alley behind the big block building.   K-Mart was well lit in front, but the back was at the edge of the small town and opened onto an open field.   Only a narrow dirt  road that allowed access for the garbage trucks separated the block building from fence and the cattle pasture.

“Hello” his voice was almost a whisper.   He was scared; scared of the dark and even more scared of being killed.   The other kids at school had told him it was best to come here and get it over with.   Bic had killed a kid that had not shown up when he was told to.   Everybody did what they were told.

“Go home” the voice came out of the dark and the little boy jumped.   His eyes were wide open, trying to look in all directions at once with no ability to tell where the voice had come from.   In his fear he would had sworn it came from inside his own head.

“Go home; he will not bother you anymore.”   It was a woman’s voice, but not timid like his mom.   It was definitely a woman, but other than the pitch, it sounded like man.   Not just any man; confident, but more, hard, like she feared nothing and no one.   The voice had not been threatening, but he knew not to argue.   The little boy turned and ran.

“I really want to do a number on this kid” Max said.   “I want him in the hospital for weeks and then he leaves in a cast.”   They all laughed.   “This will get me respect.   Bic says you got to make an example of one ‘em.”

The dart hit him in the butt and he screamed.   “Run if you want to live” the voice commanded.   Max pulled the tranquilizer dart out of his butt cheek.

“I’m going to kill you bitch” he screamed, but no one could really tell where the voice came from. They were all looking in all directions but saw nothing.   One of the attendant boys pulled out a knife.   There was a flash and the alley lit up, everyone was blinded, then in an instant, it was pitch dark again.   One of them screamed, but no one was sure who it was.   One of the boys tried to run, but stumbled and fell.   Max slumped to his knees, the drug was getting to him.   “Help me" he cried.

The two cronies tried to help Max up, but gave up quickly and dropped his body face down on the dirt behind the store and ran.   Their eyes took time to adjust to the darkness so they stumble and one of them ran into the side of the building, bloodying his nose.

The entire exchange had taken less than a minute.   She was dressed in a black body suit that covered every inch of her except her eyes which were covered by glasses that darkened or cleared with the prevailing light level.   She backed the black van up to the body and stopped less six inches away.   Max was completely out.   She was a small woman barely five foot two and solid muscle.   She lifted the young man by the back of his shirt and belt, and tossed him into the back of the van and slammed the door.   The van backed slowly in a perfectly straight line.

She pulled around the building into the well light parking lot and crawled into the back of the van.   The drug should keep the kid out for hours, but she was not given to taking unnecessary chances.   Tie wraps secured his hands and feet to rings in the floor of the van.   The rings were well worn.   Duct tape over his mouth and a blanket covered the body.   She had never been stopped by the police, but if they did, it would require a search warrant to find the passenger in the back.   She took off the hood, shook out her hair and put on a jacket.   She pulled off the pants revealing leotards and a T back. If she were stopped, she would look like she was going to an aerobics workout.

Max woke up strapped to a hard metal table.   He was naked – a strap around his chest; his arms were straight out from the shoulders and secured at the wrists.   His feet were secured in stirrups positioned to hold his ankles directly over his hands.   She stood over him, again completely covered in black.

“What a cute little penis” she said, reaching down and grabbing his scrotum.   “I’ll bet you could fuck, and the woman wouldn’t even feel it.”   She gave his balls a little squeeze and moved her gloved hand up to his belly.   He was a chubby boy with a belly, love handles and even the beginnings of breasts.   At school he wore leather towered over the smaller children.   Naked, alone and strapped to the table he looked far less impressive.

“Or maybe you don’t like girls?” she teased.

“I’m going to kill you bitch” he screamed, but his voice broke and his words turned to sobs.   Tears rolled down his cheeks.   She brought the battery operated cattle prod against his belly and keyed it.   He screamed and began to urinate.  

“If I want you to say something, I will ask you a question.” She smiled and touched his cheek with her gloved hand.   “We will not have any of that kind of talk.”   She waved his finger at him like she was scolding an infant.

“Have you ever fucked anything?” she asked.   “I just love little virgins.   I’ll bet you would love know what it feels like wouldn’t you.”   She opened the drawer under the table and took out a rubber dildo.   She waved it in his face and touched it to his lips.   He cringed and tried to turn his head away.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.   “Not used to touching cocks?”   She laid the dong on the table and turned on the television.   A woman was moaning as the man on the screen pumped her.   The camera showed a close up of the girl’s labia with the man fucking her vagina.   The boy turned his head to look at the screen.   His mouth opened and he stared.  In the video, the man pulled out and turned the woman over.   She got up on her knees and wiggled her ass.   The man spread her cheeks and pushed his cock into her asshole.

The boy was panting, staring hard at the screen when she shoved the rubber penis up his ass.   The boy’s mouth dropped open to scream and the beginnings of an erection that he was getting faded instantly.   She stuffed a wad of cloth in his mouth and clapped her hand over it.

“You’re the bitch now” she said “and I like my bitches to be quiet when I’m fuck’n ‘em.”   She gripped the dildo in the boy’s ass and began pumping him.   She forced his head to the side so he could see the screen and the man sodomizing the woman in the video.   Max strained to open his knees to reduce the pain of being butt fucked.

Finally the man on the TV pulled out of the woman and ejaculated on the woman’s back and she pulled the dong out of the boy.   “Have you ever seen a real pussy?” she asked.   Max shook his head.   “Open your mouth” she commanded and pulled the cloth out.   He was sobbing.

”Please let me go” he begged.   “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

She wrapped a strap around his forehead to hold his head in place.   She took out small funnel and pressed the tip between his lips; it hit against his front teeth.

“Open you’re mouth” she ordered.

“Mmm….. Mmmm” was all he could get out as he tried to object without spreading his teeth.   He tried to shake his head and clamped his teeth shut.   The strap on his forehead limited his movement to a few centimeters.

“I suppose I could break out your front teeth if you would rather” she said tapping on the top of the funnel hard enough to cause a small amount pain.

Reluctantly he opened his teeth and allowed her to push the tip of the funnel into his mouth.   She crawled up on the table and knelt over his face.

“Take a good look” she said.   “This will probably be the only pussy you will ever see.”   She pulled her pants and panties down and squatted over the funnel.   She took a deep breath and tried to relax.   She pinched his nose and began to pee.

He thrashed on the table, but it was a simple matter of swallow or drown.   He was struggling against his restraints, coughing and gagging.   “Ahh…” she moaned as she finished.

She pulled a role of saran wrap out of the drawer. “Safe sex is really important” she said.   “Besides, you’re sort of disgusting.”  

She pealed off a square and laid it over his penis and balls, then crawled back and pushed her ass between his legs pressing her hips against his genitals.   Placing all of her weight against him she finished removing her pants.   He tried to hold his thighs together to keep her weight off his balls, but his feet, tied in the stirrups, were spread to far apart.   She pulled off one glove and began rubbing her pussy.   Her breathing deepened.

“Ahh” she moaned and began fingering herself.   As she did she leaned back and crushed his testis glands into her ass crack.   She began bouncing up and down on him, squeezing his genitals between her cheeks.   His lower lip was quivering and he was crying.   With her free hand she reached into the drawer pulled out a center fold picture from Playgirl magazine and laid it over his chest.   She stared intently at it and began moving her hips back and forth on what was left of his scrotum and then she came.   She screamed wild animal sounds and thrashed violently on him; finally gripping his face with her free hand and collapsing onto his terrified young body.

“Was it good for you?” she asked.     “Its probably the only time you’re going to see a woman orgasm.   With that little bitty penis, you probably aren’t going to get much response from pussies.”   She crawled off him, picked up her pants and left turning out the light as she left.   She heard him sobbing as she left the room.

At three in the morning she returned.   He had just fallen asleep.   He had bawled for and hour or so then screamed for help until he was hoarse, then finally fallen asleep.

“Wake up honey,” she said shaking him gently.   “I want to fuck again.”   He had barely opened his eyes when she shoved the dong into his rectum and begun pumping vigorously.   He screamed and she shoved the cloth into his mouth, never missing a stroke.

“I told you I like my bitches quiet when I fuck ‘em.” She said it softly almost sweetly.   With the cloth in his mouth he could barely move his tongue and could not close his mouth.   His cries came out as whimpers.   The room was dark and he could barely see her which further terrified him.

She pushed the dildo deep into him and secured it with a short piece of duct tape.   She stepped around to the head of the table pressing her bush against the top of his head.   She lifted herself using a ring in the ceiling and took his head between her thighs.   She rubbed the smooth flesh of his cheeks and lowered her lips to his.   She rocked back and forth using the tip of his nose to massage to her clit.

“I know you love this as much as I do” she said.   She leaned forward taking his penis and what was left of his scrotum in both hands to use as a handle to steady herself.   “Kiss me” she moaned as she lowered her pussy to his mouth and increased the pressure slightly with her hands.

After what she had done to his balls the previous evening, the slightest pressure brought immense pain and attempts at compliance.   He had a difficult time getting his mouth around the gag, but tried to purse his lips to kiss her pussy.

“Ahh..” she moaned.   “You are so good.”   Then she lowered her hips onto him moving her labia across his lips and face and nose.   She moved wildly masturbating against the smooth skin of his face.   She rubbed her clit against his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose, finally bringing it back to his lips.   She leaned back forcing her vagina down over his nose stopping all of his breathing completely.   She gripped his head in her thighs as she came.

Desperate for air, he thrashed wildly against the table.   He twisted his head in every way he could, desperate to clear an airway, but to no avail.   He lifted his hips and slammed his ass back down against the table tearing the tissues that held his penis to his hips probably ending forever his ability to achieve an erection.   The pain was intense, but the need for air outweighed all other concerns.   She held on riding him like a wild horse.

Just before he lost consciousness she jumped off him and pulled the gag from his mouth.   He gasped and coughed, desperate to fill his lungs.   His face and hair were drenched in her juice.

“I just love oxygen deprived sex” she said cheerily.   “Don’t you?   I am so glad you are not intimidated by a strong woman – so many men are you know.” She turned and left.

Three days later Max was found naked on the front lawn of the junior high school by the first group of children getting off the yellow school bus.   He was unconscious and they thought he was dead.   His left hand had been stuck up his rectum and a Kotex Maxi pad was taped over his mouth.   Despite efforts to keep the children from seeing the body the busses kept arriving.   Several of the teachers wanted to cover the body, but Mr. Wicks who taught history and social studies said it was a crime scene and admonished against disturbing it.   By the time the police arrived and covered the boy, every student, the teachers, and staff in the school had an eye full of Max the hated bully.  

Jenny Tompkins of the school news paper and president of the journalism club began taking photos of the boy, the crowd, the shocked expression on the teachers’ faces.   The principal, Mr. Hipkins, busily trying to herd the students into the school, demanded that she stop.   Jenny had cried “freedom of the press” and continued snapping away, which confused everyone.   Hipkins, torn between his fear of the parents screaming about the indecent exposure and fear of being sued by the school news paper for censorship only succeeded in losing control of the students he had been attempting to shoo away from scene.  

By the time the ambulance and police arrived, Max was coming around.   He opened his eyes to a sea of faces that were gawking and pointing, apparently astonished and in some cases disappointed that he was not dead.   Jenny was trying to tell him to spread his legs and turn more on his back so she could get a better shot of his penis and scrotum which were a deep purple in color and his left hand stuck in his rectum.   Two other children, also from the school news paper were stuffing microphones attached to portable tape recorders in his face.   One was asking him if masturbating on the front lawn of the school was a political statement and the other wanted to know if he thought he would be expelled for skipping school the past three days.

The news helicopter appeared over the scene as the police and paramedics were pushing through the crowd.   The local TV station offered one hundred dollars for tips on local news worthy events; if the story was picked up by any of the national wire services.   Several students with cell phones had thought to cash in on this situation.

Max was out of school for another week.   By the time he returned much had happened.   The paper had printed a press release from the police saying they were looking for a woman between the ages of sixteen and fifty four dressed entirely in black with a strong sex drive.   His father had over heard his coworkers joking about his son and had gotten into brawl.   When interviewed he had said that his son had been raped and was the victim.   The next morning the headlines read “Local Boy Raped by Woman.”   Max’s right testis had to be surgically removed as it was not healing.   The penile erectile tissue was probably not going to heal and the paper ran a variety of stories about suggested prosthetics.   His hand had to be removed from his anus under anesthetic.   The news ran an interview with a local psychologist who discussed the link between childhood sexual trauma and homosexuality.

At school Max got into a fight with one of his former associates screaming that they had abandoned him behind the store and that all this was their fault.   Someone from the crowd had yelled “kick him in the ball” and the laughter thundered through the halls.   Max reddened and screamed that it was not funny, demanding to know who had said it.   He ran into the boy’s toilet where he found two boys reading a magazine and laughing hysterically.   Neither had noticed him coming in.   One of them reread the punch line from the joke in the magazine.   “Was it good for you?” while the other held his stomach and bent over with laughter.   Max fell back against the door and felt the urine running down his leg.

Cum & Cum Again

justjim on Forced Stories


Before I start, I think I should give a brief description of my
wife, Julie.  She's 26, stands a slim 5'3"  105lbs with flaming long
red hair (a true redhead I might add!), blue eyes, & a set of pouting
red-lips made for cock sucking.  She also has a nice firm pair of
38B's that are just asking to be sucked & squeezed.  Her bottom half
is even better, measuring at a lovely 36 inches with a pussy that is
meticulously trimmed to expose her soft and tender cunt lips.  Julie
also enjoys giving head & getting fucked doggy-style.  My wife can be
quite submissive at times too.  One of
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my fantasies is to watch my
wife serve more than one man at once.  The following is what happened
a couple of weeks ago.
    That Friday, my friends, Mark & Alex invite us out for dinner.
On a lark (and being the devil that I am), I had my wife wear a black
mini-skirt with a dark red top & sexy three inch black pumps.  She
also wore a matching set of black lace panties & bra with sheer black
stockings underneath.  With her expertly applied makeup and
beautifully done hair she looked like a wet dream.
     Mark & Alex met us the restaurant, and were pleasantly surprised
at Julie's attire.  All thru dinner, my wife flirted openly with
them.  I guess she felt pretty secure, since I've known the guys for
years, and it was all in fun.  After we ate, we decided to all go
back to our house to do a little partying.  When we got back to our
house I rounded up a few drinks and took out some smoke that I'd save
for a special occasion while my wife & the guys chatted.  I joined
them in the living room with the drinks and smoke and we were soon
feeling no pain.  I was seated on couch next to my wife, and Alex was
sitting on the her right.  Mark was in the love seat with his feet
kick up on our coffee table and toking on the second joint.  My wife
snuggled up to me as the effects of the pot had started on her
because reefer had always made her sleepy & horny, and not always in
that order.  After a few more passes of the joint, Julie closed her
eyes and by the smile on her face she was enjoying the effects of the
weed.
     I guess the drinks and smoke had the same effect on the guys,
because Alex began to stare intently at my wife's curled up stocking
clad legs and round ass.  I looked at him and gave him a wink and
softly stroked Julie's ass thru the material of her mini.  I then
gently hiked up her skirt to give him a better view of the wife's
sheer panties.  All this time my wife had her head on my lap with her
eyes closed.  I guess she had passed out from the booze & smoke,
since we rarely smoked up.  I whispered to the guys that I had a plan
if they were game.  Alex gave me a nod and Mark just gave me a
devilish smile.  I told the guys to wait in the living room while I
'prepare' the wife for bed.
     After I carried my sleeping wife to bed, I quietly undressed
her, since I did not want to wake her.  Although I doubted an
earthquake would have waken her in her state.  I purposely left her
stockings and jewelry on, because it made her look so much sexier.
My cock was already rock solid as I thought of the perverted things
the guys and I were going to do to the wife.  A thought crossed my
mind...something about memorable moments...ahh, video tape.  Almost
tripping over myself I ran into my office, grabbed the video
equipment, and quickly setup the camera & tripod about 5 feet away
from the foot of the bed.  Another idea crept into my perverted mind.
 Julie and I always had wanted to act out a fantasy where she was
'forced' to performed.  I thought this was perfect opportunity.  I
went to our dresser and got out several of Julie's silk scarves,
blindfolded my sleeping wife and bound her hands together above her
head.  Then I went & got her walkman, tuned it to one of the all nite
dance mix stations, set the volume at a level where it wouldn't wake
her but would drown out the background noise, and placed the
headphones on.  There she was, all bounded, blindfolded, and fairly
unaware of here environment.  So off I went into the living room to
get the boys.
     When I brought Mark & Alex back into the bedroom, their mouths
fell on the floor.  After reassuring them that I was totally for
real, and had them agree not to mention the nite to anyone or try
anything with Julie when I wasn't around, I gave them the go-ahead to
explore every inch of my sex slave.  The three of us quickly
undressed and were in our queen size bed in less than 10 seconds.
Suddenly there were 3 pairs of hands fondling my wife's sleeping body
and exploring her every crevice.  After a couple of minutes, Mark
went directly for Julie's creamy white breasts, and was soon gently
suckling on them with abandon.  Alex, being the ass man, was between
the wife's spread-eagled legs gently licking and slurping away at her
trimmed pussy.  We were still pretty quiet, since we didn't want to
wake the wife, however, even in her sleeping state her body was
responding.  Julie's cunt was glistening both from Alex's saliva &
from her own pussy juice.  Her nipples were now as hard as eraser
heads.  It was then I noticed the size of Mark's cock.  Gawd, it was
big...must of been a good nine inches long and two & a half inches in
diameter.  My cock is a fairly average six inches and so was Alex's.
     Alex took the initiative by positioning himself between my
wife's spread-eagled legs and slowly plowed his cock into her hot wet
cunt.  Julie began to stir.  Initially she thought that it was me
pumping her steaming cunt, but when she felt Mark nursing on her
breasts, she gasped and tried to push him away, however, her bound
hands could not comply.  Since my cock was already rock hard, I
climbed to the top of the bed and guided my meat into my wife's
waiting mouth.  Her attempts at screaming were now muffled by my
prick on between her lips.  Alex continued his assault on her pussy,
and soon Julie's muffled cries were replaced by moans.  Her hips
started to push and gyrate against Alex's thrusts.  As he pumped into
Julie's cunt, I would pull out, and soon we were fucking my wife in
unison.  She then had her first orgasm.  Her body tensed, and she
wrapped her legs tightly around Alex and began to really suck and
deep throat my cock.  I guessed I was pretty excited by all this,
because I felt my balls tightened and my knees giving away.  Now I
was the one moaning and grunting.  I pulled my meat out of the wife's
mouth and let loose a fountain of hot white cum on her face and lips
and of course into her precious little mouth.  She shocked me by
swallowing every bit that went into her mouth and she even licked her
cum covered lips for more!  Mark by this time had enough of Julie's
tits and motioned for me to move over so that he could sample some of
my wife's charms.  Reluctantly, I climbed off the bed and watch as
Mark crawled over the wife's face and fed her his 9 incher.  At the
same time, Alex was still pumping away, he too, was moaning and
groaning.  He stiffened and proceeded to dump, from what I could
tell, a HUGH load into my wife, because some of the cum splashed back
around his cock.  His orgasm brought the wife over the edge again,
and she started to cum.  Mark's cock fell out of her mouth, and she
was screaming and thrashing about on the bed.  Her grunts & moan were
absolutely animalistic.  Julie's legs were still wrapped around Alex
and she was milking his prick with her cum-filled pussy.  After her
orgasm subsided, Alex quickly pulled out leaving her cum drenched
cunt wide open.  Not giving my wife a rest, Mark quickly climbed
between her legs and began to tease her pussy with his hugh rod.
This brought about little whimpers from Julie, and she pleaded for
the meat that was teasing her.  Slowly Mark descended into her pussy.
 Julie threw her head back and gave off a silent scream with her
mouth an 'O'.  After her cunt fully accommodated Mark's manhood, she
began to rhythmically move her pelvis against Mark's thrusts.  I
guess we were all pretty excited that night, because it only took
about 5 minutes of sliding in & out of her slippery cunt before Mark
tensed and shot load after load into my wife's well lubed pussy.
Seeing all of this gave me my second wind.  I helped Mark off Julie,
and positioned myself for action.  Soon I was pumping away at my
wife's sloppy cunt.  Let me tell you, there is nothing more of a
turn-on than fucking away at a cum-filled pussy, especially when it
belongs to your own wife who just fuck two of your best friends.  Her
pussy was so slippery, and with every thrust it made squishing
noises.  No sound effects from any porno movie could beat the real
thing.  I pumped away like a man possessed.  Julie was panting and
moaning with her legs wrapped around me.  I lowered myself and we
locked in a hot french kiss.  I thought she was going to suck my
tongue out!  I moved back and took one of her breasts between my
lips, and sucked and twirled my tongue around her nipple.  This
brought the wife over, and again she was squealing like a crazed
woman.  Not being able to take it any longer, I started to cum in
buckets into her drenched pussy, adding my load to the other two.  It
was probably one of the best orgasms I had in my life.  I literally
saw stars.
I slowly withdrew and rested next to my wife's glistening body and
remembered that the video camera was still on.  I got off the bed and
took the camera off the tripod so that I could get a better view of
my wife's cum filled cunt.  What a sight she was!  My wife's legs
were still spreadeagled, and her pulsating pussy was all pink, wide
open, and slightly puffy with three loads of white cum running down
the slit and onto her ass.  To get the full effect, I zoomed in on
her dripping cunt and pulled back to get a shot of my wife's heaving
sweat covered post-orgasm body.
     The guys and I decided that we should clean Julie up and let her
rest, so we untied her and removed the blindfold & walkman.  She
didn't say one word as we help her off the bed and to the bathroom.
Her eyes were cast downward, and she behaved very submissively.
While my wife was in the bathroom cleaning up, the guys and I got
semi-dressed and took the tape to the living room for viewing.  I was
on pins and needles as we re-wound the tape.  When it finally came
on, we were transfixed to the screen.  It was strange yet also an
extreme turn-on for me to see my wife lying on our bed being ravaged
by three horny men, one of which was me!  Alex was soon rubbing his
cock thru his undies, and I was doing the same, even though I had
already cum twice during the evening.  Good old Mark brought out my
stasch of smoke and was rolling a bomber, when Julie stepped into the
living room clad only in a blue teddy.  "May I be of any additional
service?" she said in her sexiest voice.  All of a sudden everything
was dead silent except for the moans coming from our earlier tape.
Mark, Alex, and I looked at each other and smiled from ear to ear.
     Since the three of us guys were already seated on the couch, we
suggested that Julie lay herself down on our laps so we could pay
more attention to her while we shared our third joint and enjoy our
earlier romp on tape.  My wife had her head on my lap and the rest of
her was laid out over Alex, who was in the middle, and Mark.  As we
shared the smoke, we fondled and caressed the wife in all the right
places, bringing little mewing sounds from her.  All four of us were
becoming high from the pot.  Alex aimed for home and proceeded to
stroke Julie's pussy thru the flimsy material of her teddy.  Wanting
to get more comfortable I suggested that we move back into the
bedroom for some serious carnal activities.
     Once in the bedroom, we had my wife lay on her stomach with
three pillows underneath her tummy.  Her ass was sticking high into
the air.  We then blindfolded and tied her arms to the bed posts.
Being a gracious host, I again offered my wife to the boys for their
enjoyment.  Mark knelt behind my wife and dove right into her pink
swollen pussy with his tongue.  After a couple of licks, Julie was
squirming her ass for more penetration.  Mark already being hard, got
on his knees and plowed his meat into the wife in one smooth slow
stroke which sent Julie over.  Mark continued to give my wife deep
long strokes as Alex and I played with our hard cocks on the
sidelines.  Suddenly Mark arched, buried his rod to the hilt, and
poured what seemed like gallons of cum into the wife's cunt.  This
triggered Julie's umpteenth orgasm for the evening, and being the
small woman she is, cum ran out between her pussy lips in thick white
globs.  Not able to take anymore, I quickly pulled Mark off my wife
and in minutes, I was adding another load into our slut's drenched
pussy.  While I was still being pleasured by my wife's contracting
pussy, Alex positioned himself at Julie's face and fed her his raging
boner.  After being thoroughly milked dry by the wife's cunt, I
finally pulled out & rested.  Seeing this, Alex assumed the position
and started to slide his member in & out of Julie's cunt.  Again,
within minutes, he was moaning and groaning and dumping his second
load into the wife's well used cunt.  With Julie still tied &
blindfolded to the bed and cum running out of her pussy, we all
collapsed on the bed and fell asleep for the night.