Horny lesbians Sheena and Brittany and Angel enjoys fucking

Horny lesbians Sheena and Brittany and Angel enjoys fucking
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* * * * * * * * Walking home from her friend's thirteenth birthday party Sandy smiled to herself: it had been the first coed party she had been allowed to attend, and she loved it. Jeff, sixteen years old and the best looking guy there, as well as her friend's brother, had even flirted with her, and she glowed with the remembrance, for she had been hoping to catch his eye.

She had worn a pair of cutoff jeans, revealing her young, alabaster skin and beautiful legs, and a tight, striped shirt, showing off her slender waist and budding breasts. As she walked, her long, straight blond hair brushed against her lower back, and her full lips and large blue eyes gave her a sexy look, which, added to the beauty of youth on the verge of womanhood, made her look stunning. The party had run late, well into the hours of darkness, but she lived in a good, white, neighborhood, so didn't mind walking home at night.

In fact, the cool breeze against her skin and the stars of the new moon made her feel almost euphoric. She was happy, happy, happy, and turned to take a shortcut between houses. It was even darker between the walls of the houses, but she knew her way well, so was surprised when she tripped over something and, with and ooomph, landed hard on her hands and knees.

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

She wasn't thinking at this point, just reacting like the trapped animal she was, and kicked out of the shorts her attacker was pulling from her legs, half stood, and scrambled forward, her hands going to her mouth to remove the gag so that she could scream for help-people were all around her, if she could only scream.

Before she could take out the gag though, she ran full tilt into someone large, someone strong, who wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest, her arms to her side, and bore her, struggling and kicking, to the ground. She thrashed and squirmed beneath him, and bucked in terror as she felt warm lips press against the side of her neck, gently nuzzling and sucking on her tender skin.

She had to escape, she had to, she thought, then froze as she felt another pair of hands pulling at her underwear, dragging it down past her creamy thighs and her well formed calves. She was naked from the waist down now, and knew that these two men were going to rape her, were going to take her virginity in a brutal, inhuman, way. She struggled furiously, her head thrashing back and forth and moans breaking through the gag, as she felt the man on top of her begin working his penis free from his jeans, still sucking and slobbering on her neck, his knees now between her legs, forcing them apart.

She felt his cock press against her virgin opening and moaned in humiliation as his lips moved to her ear, her hands pinning her struggling form for the moment. "You're a hot little cunt," he whispered into her ear, her body flushing with shame, "and hot little cunts need fucking. And I'm going to fuck you." She cringed at his words, and at the phallus pressing forcefully against her pussy. She cried out in pain through her gag as the head of his cock popped into her virgin canal, dragging the dry flesh painfully along with it.

Blackness engulfed her vision as she felt her hymen tear beneath his battering cockhead, the pain filling every corner of her body and mind. Her virginal blood slicked his entry as he filled her to the balls with his throbbing manhood, her body stiff in agony, her body feeling like it was being torn apart. Her rapist began brutally thrusting into her, giving her no quarter, whispering in her ear things like "oh ya, baby, nice and tight.

Fuck ya. Good cunt," while licking and sucking on her neck. Minutes which seemed like hours passed as he rode her, slamming her slender hips and buttocks painfully into the dirt with each downward thrust, and the pain gradually lessened to be replaced by strange feeling of fullness. She barely registered this change, though, weeping as she was in terror and humiliation. He froze on top of her and moaned, and she could feel his seed fill her belly, coating the inside of her vagina, bringing a cool relief to her tortured young flesh.

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

She gasped as he entered her in one smooth motion: it didn't hurt this time, her previous rapist's sperm lubricating the way for her second violation. He began to fuck her slowly and steadily, kissing her face, her eyes, her forehead, her lips and her neck.

After her previous rape it was almost comforting; she was exhausted from her struggles and, held like this, almost folded in half, she couldn't move, could only lay there, slowly getting fucked for the second time in her young life. A warmth spread through her body as he slowly thrust into her, and she felt the nipples on her small but firm breasts begin to throb beneath the chaffing of her shirt and bra, rubbing back and forth against her breasts by the gently rocking motion of the man above her.

Her loins began to tingle, like a humming or a buzzing deep down around her pussy, as she stared confusedly at the sky past her rapists silowhet. What was happening to her, she though, her fear building as the sensations of her body slowly increased. She had never felt anything like this before, and it frightened her. She closed her eyes, trying to forget what was happening to her, trying to forget that she was lying in the dirt being raped by two men, but the sensations engulfing her body, the delicious sensations coursing along her nerves, began to overwhelm her.

Each thrust of his cock brought a muffled gasp from her as sparks of pleasure flashed across her body. His kisses on her face and neck became burning, thrumming pleasures as the buzzing deep down in her groin increased with each stroke of his cock in her tender teenaged cunt. She felt him increase his pace on top of her, and her eyes snapped open and her body started shaking with the tension of coming ecstacy.

It felt so good, she thought, so good, and she screamed in release as he bit down hard on her neck, the pain sending ecstacy screaming down to her cunt, which burst out in the most incredible sensations of her life, wave after wave of agonizing pleasure rocking her slender young body, her cunt gripping and grasping and twisting around the invading phallus, her vision going black as she felt a man's seed fill her for the second time in her life before she passed out.

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

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

"It looks like our little prize has woken up," she heard Bill say before she passed out from shock and amazement. ~Subject: Short 2.0 (mf nc) ~From: [email protected] * * * * * * * * Kimberly grunted around the cock filling her throat as another cock came in her ass, filling her bowels to overflowing with jism. She was in a sexual daze, sweat and come slicking her slender young body and matting her long dark brown hair to her head, back, and arms.

She grunted again as the cock popped out of her ass and another shoved itself into her well used cunt, dripping semen down her thighs.

Her knees felt bruised by the tile floor of the locker room shower as she kneeled there, like a bitch in heat, getting fucked over and over and over again. She remembered how it had started, with a simple dare. At fifteen, a freshman, she was the youngest member of the cheerleading squad; that and her unusual beauty made the other girls envious of her, so she was always trying her best to fit in.

She stood about five four, and was Hawiaan, with beautiful almond eyes, turned up at the corners, and general asian cast to her features, although her skin was a deep, gorgeous brown. Her breasts, though not fully formed, were an appealing B-cup, accented by her tiny waist and full hips. She danced a lot, so her legs were beautiful and trim, as was the rest of her body, firm with youth and exercise. A dare, she thought as she felt more come slide down her throat, a dare by the other girls to go into the boys locker room after the football practice, to dash in and then dash out, a dare she had taken.

She remembered waiting until she had heard the showers going, waiting until the coach was gone, and then, still in her cheerleading costume, tiptoeing into the locker room, seemingly empty yet filled with the echoing babble of young men's voices. She had made it halfway across the room, catching glimpses of male flesh in the showers as she crept across the floor, when she heard someone yell, "HEY!

GUYS! Look what we got here!" She turned and ran, only to be tackled by one of the football players wearing only a towel. She was mortified at being caught, and she began to grow frightened as she heard a clamor of boys as they surrounded her, their naked feet and ankles the only thing she could see. "Let me up! Let me up!" she screamed as she struggled on the hard floor of the locker room.

"Let's give her a shower!" she heard someone yell, and was lifted bodily from the ground, one person holding each of her limbs, her ass hanging slightly toward the ground as she struggled and bucked in their grasp. "Let go of me!" she yelled and screamed, wishing she had never taken this dare. Suddenly she felt cold water splash against her body, suspended almost four feet horizontally above the ground, soaking her cheerleading uniform.

She screamed as the water became hot, then cold again, then hot, and she was surrounded by laughing, joking, screaming voices. Her mind was spinning but she still struggled, hoping that they would let her go after they had had their fun. Her outfit was plastered to her body, revealing her heaving, jiggling breasts as she squirmed, captive, in their hands. "Nice tits," she heard someone say, and then she felt a hand grabbing her breast, squeezing and mauling it, causing her to redouble her efforts to escape.

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

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

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

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

She felt herself filled with come and then emptiness, only to be filled almost immediately with another cock. Hands guided her hands, with their slender, delicate fingers, to more cocks, and she began to masturbate them, lost in a sexual haze.

Someone jerked her head awkwardly back and a cock was thrust into her gasping mouth and rammed forcefully down her throught. She gasped and choked, her body retching, but it only added to the pleasure taking over her body. More come filled her cunt and she felt her legs lifted to right angles with her body and then spread wide, exposing her asshole. Another person sat lightly on her heaving stomach and scooted up, gripping her breasts in his hands and closing them around his cock, mauling them into a tit-cunt which he fucked with abandon.

She felt herself come, and explosive, overwhelming orgasm, when one person thrust his cock into her ass and another spilled his seed down her throat. It wasn't the end, though, as the hands and the cocks and the mouths continued to assualt her, and she found herself coming again and again. One time she was laying on her back on top of someone, his cock filling her ass, her cunt stuffed full with another man's cock, while a third man punched his cock down her throat and hands and mouths caressed her body and breasts, sending wave after wave of sexual energy coursing through her body.

Another found her lying on her stomach on top of someone, cunt and ass filled with cock, hands busy masturbating more cock, and mouth and throat busy with still another cock. She didn't know how many times she had been fucked, or in what positions, but she didn't care. Since her first orgasm it had almost been one continuous come for her, and she loved the feeling of come and sweat coating her body, loved the way it sucked greedily at all the cocks which came near it.

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

Slowly, agonizingly, she stood up, turned on the shower, and cleaned herself up. She then put on her clothes and staggered out of the locker room. She had won the dare, she though, her mind numbed by her experience. ~Subject: Short 4.0 (mf n/c asian) ~From: [email protected] (WILEY) Warning: This story contains non-consensual sex between a white male and an asian female. If you don't like this type of stuff, don't read it-it's that simple. Author's note: The fourth short, one which I may continue unless someone else decides to.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Terry trembled on the end of the cock filling her cunt, her hands and knees bruised by the hard tiled floor of the office. Her small, lithe Japanese body dripped sweat onto the ground while she grunted to the man's thrusts behind her, her small, round breasts pulled from her body by gravity to swing back and forth.

She felt her body flutter as the man began filling her with his seed, and she clamped down on her pussy, a flush of pleasure filling her body. Her mind rebelled: oh, god, she thought, how could she be enjoying this? What kind of whore was she? She had been working late; at 28 years of age and just two years out of law school, she was a go getter.

Every day in a dark blue suit which turned her trim, attractive figure hard, matching nylons accenting her well formed legs, made more appealing by the two or three inch heals she wore, and her long, straight, black hair pulled back from her face to fall in a French braid down her back, making her high cheekbones, petite features, and flashing eyes seem severe, she strode through the halls of her office with confidence and an attitude.

They called her the dragon lady behind her back, but she didn't care: she was going to make junior partner in one of the most prestigous law firms in the country in record time, and from there, partner. It wasn't unusual for her to work late, but it was unusual for her to be disturbed by the janitor waxing the floors. The noise was driving her to distraction. Angry, she stood and strode down the hall, approaching the man standing behind the waxing machine, her heels clacking authoritatively against the floor.

"Turn that machine off!" she snapped at the man. With a flip of the switch he killed the machine, looking over this woman who was so imperiously glaring at him. He almost smiled as he slowly looked her over, noting how at 5'3" she challenged his well muscled 6'1", and especially noting how attractive she could be if she didn't try so hard to be such a bitch.

"Pardon me, ma'am, but I have a job to do." Noticing him look her over, she began to tremble in rage. "I have a job to do, and you're keeping me from it," she spat out. "Now you can either find something else to do, quietly, or you can find a new job." His face slid from amusement to a hardness.

Bitch, he thought, fucking bitch. Telling him his job, threatening him, thinking she was better than he was. "You can't fire me," he said, his voice dangerous. "Try me." With that, she turned on her heel and headed back down the hall to her offices. Red colored his vision as he stood there frozen, watching her hard back move away from him. Don't let that cunt get away with treating you like that, his mind yelled, pushing his body into motion. With four quick strides he caught up to her and snarled as his hand grabbed a fistful of hair, the muscles in his arm bunching as he swung her hard into the wall, a sense of elation filling him as she became merely and extension of his arm, his strength becoming his power over this cunt.

As she turned on her heel, her anger had become hard: she had shown him, she thought. Suddenly she felt movement behind her and yelped as she felt her hair grabbed.

Her hands flew up to her hair and then in front of her as she was thrown off balance, her ankle twisting to one side as her shoe twisted beneath her. She had lost control of her body and the wall slamming into her came suddenly and shockingly, stunning her as she bounced away from the wall. Again she was thrown against the wall, this time realization overcoming the shock of it all and she felt the pain of the contact as her mind blazed in fury and fear.

That son of a bitch, her mind screamed, I'll kill him. I'll have him fired, blackballed, and arrested, and then her forebrain stopped working and her brainstem took over as she was tossed like a rag doll onto the floor, landing hard, knocking the back of her head against the tile, temperarily dazing her. God it felt good, he thought as adrenaline rushed through him, and he slammed her into the wall again, thinking bitch, fucking bitch. Not good enough for her?

Well, he'd have her singing a different tune; he flung her down hard onto the tiled floor and watched for a moment as she bounced once, her head striking the tile with a thud, and then he fell on top of her, straddling her stomach and waist.

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

"Ah! Ah!" she exclaimed as each blow fell against her head and face, futily trying to fend the viscious slaps off with her hands. The blows stopped and in the second it took her to recover she felt her shoulders and back jerked off the ground as he ripped her white blouse violently open. "No!" she cried as she fought to keep his hands away from completely tearing away her blouse, her narrow, firm stomach and ribs exposed to his view.

He slapped her upside the head again and shifted his weight, and for a moment she was free, scrambling to get out from under him, but then she felt his strong hands on her shoulders as he flipped her over onto her stomach, knocking the wind from her as the cool tiles pressed against her stomach as he settled his weight down on her lower back. The bitch fought like a wildcat, but his blood was up, and the feeling of his open palm against the bitch's face was unbelievable, as was the sound of her little cries and the satisfying smack as he landed each blow.

It wasn't enough, though; he had bigger and better plans for this little bitch. He reached down and ripped open her blouse, watching in delight as her head snapped back as her shoulders flew off the ground.

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One hard yank and it was open, and he caught himself at the sight: her stomach was flat and firm and her waist waspish, and her breasts, still encased in a white bra, were perfectly porportioned to her small ribcage, her olive skin smooth and without blemish.

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

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

She moaned out loud as she felt him wrap the blouse around her arms, pinning them there, and she began screaming and yelling. "Let me go! You bastard! Let me go! Son of a bitch!" Ignoring her screams-no one could here them anyway-he tore her bra from her, using a small pocket knife he always kept with him.

By then she had almost worked her hands loose, but he still had time to get the bitch's skirt off before he'd have to deal with that problem. He half stood, half crouched over her, stepping back and grabbing the waist of her skirt in both hands. With a jerk, he pulled it up and back, yanking the whore's whole body off the ground and making a satisfying ripping sound as the garment slipped off her hips.

When he yanked her bra from her, her mind was a pit of rage and fear, and she began frenziedly working to free her arms. Suddenly his weight was off her and she tried to squirm away when her body was jacknifed into the air as he yanked on her skirt.

She heard the ugly rip of fabric and felt her skirt slide down to her buttocks. Finally her arms came free and her hands and feet scrabbled on the tiles as she tried to crawl away from this man. She felt her body jerked back one, two more times, each yank forcing the air from her lungs, and her skirt was around her knees and she was desperately scrambling away from him, her skirt slipping from around her feet, dragging her shoes with it.

She was halfway to her feet when a body surged up behind her and hands gripped her waist, pulling her back down to a kneeling position. Her pantihose were yanked down around her thighs, and she felt the hands around her waist again, flipping her over hard onto her back.

What a hot body, he thought, flipping the cunt over. Bitch must work out. He grinned at the thump she made as she landed on her back, and at the desperate look of anger and terror on her face as she flailed her arms and legs at him. He stood and tore off her hose and panties with one motion, leaving her completely naked.

There was no doubt about it: he was going to rape her. That fucking bastard-what right did he have? She felt her hose and panties come off and rolled over onto her hands and knees, trying to flee this son of a bitch. With a "Whoomph" she crashed hard onto her stomach as he brought his full weight down on her, crushing her to the floor. She felt his knees force her legs wide while his own hands freed his manhood from his jeans. She felt it flop against her bare ass and redoubled her efforts, but realized it was futile when he grabbed her hips in two hands and jerked her violently to her knees.

"Get ready, bitch, for the fucking of your life!" "Noooo!" she screamed as she felt his cock prod at her vagina, her effort to escape turning into a frenzied blur, until she froze as his cock slid painfully into her small tunnel, a smooth invasion of her cunt. He loved this part, loved sticking it to them.

The tighter the better too. It wasn't so much the sex, or even the way his cock felt, pulsing like it was going to explode deep in this cunt's twat; it was the power, the domination, the forcing of himself into their body, the violation of something so intimate to them.

He was surprised at this cunt, though: her cunt was slick, making his entry smooth and pleasurable. Her body was soaked with sweat from her struggles too, and he felt her skin slip against his hands as he pulled her doll-like body against his.

Her mind emptied of all thought and passion as she realized he had done it-he had penetrated her. It felt so strange, too, unreal, to be held like this, forced like this, his prong stretching her. She had had sex before, had used her body like she used her brain to get to the top, and she knew she was good, for she wouldn't have accepted less of herself-the right tool for the right job.

But it had always been cold, emotionless, on her part-everything choreographed just so, everything arranged just so so that she would have what she wanted when she was done.

This though was different, something to which she could feel her body responding as he began to brutally fuck her from behind, dragging tortured gasps from her straining lungs as he pounded into her. Oh god it was so good he thought as he looked down at his prize.

The bitch wasn't giving him shit now, that was for sure. She wasn't too good for him after all. He gave a small chuckle as he heard her gasp from a particularly brutal thrust, and began fucking her more vigorously. As he increased his pace she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, the sensations from her cunt beginning to overwhelm her, but she wasn't about to let that bastard see her debasement.

But it was like nothing she had ever felt before, she thought, as her body began moving to its own rhythm, her ass jerking back against his hips as he crashed into her, her moans a counterpoint to the harsh smacking of flesh against flesh.

The bitch was getting into it, he saw, but they all did. They all loved a big hard cock reaming them out; they were all whores. A few more thrusts and he came, the sensation overwhelming, followed by her cunt spasming around his still shooting member. Fucking bitch got off, he thought as he leaned over her, one hand on the floor as he recovered. "Hello Ted," a voice said. Ted quickly jerked himself from Terry and spun around, standing and trying to put his cock away at the same time, to face Mr.

White, the Senior partner. When Terry heard the voice panic screamed through her conscousness followed quickly by shame and then relief. She had been raped and now here was someone who would save her. She slid quickly over to her clothes and covered herself up, drawing her legs together and up. "Mr. White," she started. Ted's mind was racing furiously. Mr. White was a big man, but almost sixty. He couldn't stand up to Ted, and then he would be free.

Damn that bitch! Ruining everything! "So how was she Ted?" Terry was stunned. Had she really heard what she thought she heard? She glanced at the janitor and saw surprise and shock on his face also. "Wha?" he asked. "I asked if she was good, Ted," Mr. White repeated patiently. "Nooo!" Terry cried, scrambling to stand and run before this insanity went any farther. Suddenly the booming voice of the senior partner stilled her as his gnarled hand shot out to point at her.

"You stay right where you are, young lady, if you value your job!" She froze. What was he saying? For the first time in years she was confused and unsure of herself. "Now, Ted, you still haven't answered me." "Oh, she was damn good, all right, Mr. White." "Nice and tight?" "Sweet like teenaged pussy." He was grinning now. Mr. White wouldn't turn him in. "Good." Mr. White turned toward Terry, "Now don't you think you had better clean him up?" She was horrified by this nightmare; this couldn't be real.

"NO!" she shouted, standing, torn between staying and running. Mr. White's voice grew hard. "I don't think you understand, you little piece of ass. I can blackball you, I can make it so you never work again, I can make it so that you wish you were a janitor. If you don't do exactly what I say right now, and do it well, I will crush you like an insignificant piece of trash. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She stood there looking at him stunned.

"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She nodded. "Then go ahead, give the man a blow job." She dropped, dazed, to her knees and looked up into the grinning visage of the janitor as he smirked at her, unzipping his pants and pulling out his now limp cock. When she placed her mouth over it she tasted her own juices on it, but didn't let that stop her.

Slowly, under her skilled mouth and tongue, it grew until she could only fit half of it in her mouth. She wondered if Mr. White wanted her to deep throat it-she could, but it hurt. He had said make it good, so she swallowed, steeled herself, and jammed his cock down her throat until her nose smashed up against his pubic hair. Ted moaned as the cunt took him down her throat. Who would have thought the bitch could do that? Then something struck him as he looked over at Mr.

White: "You planned all this, didn't you?" Mr. White laughed. "What do you think? I put a hot looking Jap queen bitch and an ex-con put away for four counts of rape against Japs together and you think I didn't plan this?" He laughed again.

"Why the hell do you think I hired you? After the first year I knew this ice queen wasn't going to make it-she was too aggressive, to domineering, and that doesn't even work for men. I kept her anyway, and got you. You got it?" Ted smiled. "I got it." "Good." Terry heard all this with growing horror. Her world was crashing down around her.

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

"Back to business," she heard Mr. White say. "Ted, don't you think it would be nice if you could watch Terry there play with herself while she blew you?" "Ya. I'd like that." "You heard the man, Terry." Terry flushed crimson throughout her body. Mr. White was humiliating her-she couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe this was happening to her. "Don't forget, Terry," he said, "you don't do a good job, you're out anyway.

And don't even think about going to the cops-who're they going to believe, you or me?" She knew he was right, knew that if she wanted to retain any little scrap of her previous life she would have to do as he said. Slowly she let her right hand slide down her stomach to her still sensitive labia and clitorus.

Rubbing herself to coat her fingers in her own lubricant, she began sawing back and forth at her clit, spreading her legs so that she could get better access.

Masturbating herself, her throat around the janitor's cock, she felt a strange rush of pleasure. The humiliation of doing something like this against her will, in front of Mr. White, to a janitor, was somehow exciting. Sex had never before been exciting, and she felt her body flush with pleasure as her mind thought of what she must look like.

She began to masturbate in earnist, sucking even harder on Ted's cock. She felt his hands grip her head and he began fucking her face violently, but she didn't care: she reached down now with both hands and shoved two fingers up her twat while she furiously rubbed her clit. She came hard, her stomach knotting up in pleasure, as she felt Ted's come slide down her throat.

"I think she'll do," she heard Mr. White say. "Bring her to my car; I think my son and daughter in law would like to play with her tonight." ~Subject: Short 4.1 (unfinished) ~From: [email protected] * * * * * * * * This one needs a note: I committed the error of trying the make this short into a series, but got bogged down.

I'm posting this unfinished bit because I thought someone might like it. The direction I'm headed is easily seen, so feel free to finish the story if you like, if only in your mind. * * * * * * * * As Mr. White walked away down the hall, Terry looked up into the grinning face of her rapist. "You heard the man," he said, stooping to pick up her skirt and blouse. "Put these on," tossing them to her. She quickly dressed, feeling the sluggish roll of his semen down her thighs, her head down and face flushed as she was reminded of her humiliation.

What had happened to her? she thought. Half an hour ago she had been at the top of the world, a hard bitten lawyer on her way to the big time, in complete control of her own fate, depending only on her own abilities; now, she thought with a lump in her throat, she was no more than Mr. White's whore. The worse thing, though, was how her body had reacted; she blushed in shame as she felt her body tingle at the remembrance.

"Get a move on, cunt," Ted snarled, shoving her toward the elevators. Meekly she obeyed, padding down the hall in her bare feet. Her mind was filled with dread as the elevator hummed its way down to the underground parking garage. What was next? And would Mr. White really allow her to keep her job? If only Ted weren't standing there smirking at her like that, his hand painfully gripping her upper arm.

When the elevator doors opened, Mr. White was waiting, standing next to his car. He opened the door and waved her in, and she obeyed numbly, not daring to look up. "Uh, Mr.

White." Ted started. "Don't worry, Ted," Mr. White replied, "you'll be able to fuck her, and hurt her, in the future.

Just keep your mouth shut and do your job." "Right-o, Mr. White. Have fun," he said, smiling. Five minutes later they were on the highway, and for the first time since in the office Mr. White spoke to her. "Here," he said, reaching behind him and presenting her with a small vibrator, about four inches long and slender, "use this to play with yourself, but don't orgasm." She gulped silently and reached out to take the plastic toy, feeling the heat radiating from his hand.

She felt like a small child as she slid her skirt to bunch around her hips, spreading her legs so that she could insert the vibrator. She turned it on, feeling the buzzing hum radiate through her hands, matching the smooth vibrations of the luxury automobile she was within. The whole world took on a strange, removed, air: only she and Mr.

White existed in the entire world, she, Mr. White, and this humming, buzzing little stick in her hand. She glanced down, her vision gliding past her sparse pubic hair to focus on the slightly swollen lips of her labia, the juices of recent intercourse shining between her legs.

She slowly moved the vibrator until its side touched her outer labia. She felt it spread a delicious numbness through her groin, and she slid it up and down her crack, now staring out the window at the cars moving like dream shapes along the highway with them. Too sensitive! and her hand jerked back as the vibrator touched her clitorus. She looked over at Mr. White, saw him watching her out of the corner of his eyes, and opened her mouth to ask a question.

"Mr. White.?" "Don't worry, Terry, you've still got your job. Your duties have just been.expanded." Now he was staring directly at her hands and crotch, watching the way she gently ran the vibrator along and between her labia. "And if you do a good job, in both your new responsibilities as well as your old ones, you might even make partner by the end of the year." The words stunned her, and almost unconscously her hands pressed the vibrator deep into her vagina, and she gasped at the pleasure of it.

Her mind was both stunned and awhirl: she couldn't believe any of this was happening to her-it was like a strange hallucination; and she had thought about fucking her way to the top-no moral or personal qualms there-but this was ridiculous. What was Mr. White's plan for her? the question crystalizing in her mind as she felt the growing pleasure her hands and the vibrator were bringing her. It was so.obscene.twisted.what she was doing now, in a car, with her boss sitting right beside her, watching.

She shuddered. Why? She was to be a sex toy, but she was also to keep her job; how did that fit? And an offer of partnership, but only if she was good at both whoring and lawyering? She was confused; she didn't understand it.

Her mind slipped from these subjects as the pleasure in her groin grew. She began gently stroking her clitorus with her fingers as she swirled the vibrator inside herself, soft moans now escaping her lips. She leaned her head back on the cushioned head rest and closed her eyes, concentrating totally on the sensations coming from her vagina. She teased herself, aware of the command not to bring herself to orgasm-how strange, she thought, the care she took not to bring herself to a point she had never reached before tonight.

She was brought out of her sexual daze when she felt the car come to a halt, and she lazily lifted up her head to look over at Mr. White. She saw his eyes rivited on her exposed groin, and a similtaneous blush of shame and pleasure suffused her whole body. "Get out of the car," he commanded.

Carefully she opened the car door, removing the vibrator and switching it off. She stepped out onto the driveway, her legs weak and rubbery from unfulfilled lust, and looked up at a gorgeous victorian mansion. She stared at it, taking in its magnificence, until she felt Mr.

White take the vibrator dangling from her hand and place it into his breast pocket. "Come." Terry followed him, the pavement hard beneath her feet-what had happened to the rest of her clothes, she wondered idly: probably thrown away by Ted, Ted her body shuddered. Through a large atrium, turn left down a long hallway lined with doors, through one of the doors down stairs to a small room with a couch and a television and a door.

The door is locked, and unlocking it into a short hallway with another locked door, opening into a bright, huge, she could only describe it as a paradise. Ferns grew along the walls, pushing out toward the center of the room, full spectrum heat lamps making the room muggy with a slight mist spraying from mirrored walls and ceilings onto the plants every few minutes. Italian tile, a deep, rich green, covered the floor, leading to a pond-a swimming pool-in the center of the room.

Surrounding the pool large pillows of every color lay spread about, with glittering silver chains and leather cuffs and strands here and there. A table between the far wall and the pool held a dizzying array of fruit and jams and honeys: large strawberries piled haphazardly in a bowl spilling onto the table, crowding green and red and yellow melons, sliced into thin cresent moon wedges, aside.

Grapes, small and large, green and red, lay scattered among bowls of apricot and peach, strawberry and apple jams, and slender, small caraffs filled with amber honey sticking their necks above rolling apples.

Kiwis, sliced open to reveal their sparkling green flesh, and cubes of dull yellow mango interwove themselves into this tapestry, and other fruits too, fruits she could not name but which looked cool and sweet and pleasant. A cooling breeze blew from somewhere, swirling about, breaking up the humidity of the room, and a movement from across the room caught her eye. Adam and Eve, her mind immediately thought, but no. She stood stock still, her feet beaded with the dampness of the tiles, Mr.

White slightly behind her to her right, while the two most beautiful people she had ever seen raised themselves from a pile of pillows and began to cross the room toward her. The man was about 6'1" with dark hair, short and in a gentle wave, and the face and body of Adonis. Dark eyes stared piercingly out of a strong, masculine face, a face with strong lines and a sharp nose.

His chest was broad, his arms muscular, his stomach a board of rippling muscles stepping down to a trim waist and large, strong thighs and calves. Embarrassed, her eyes skipped past his naked manhood. The woman was maybe 5'9" and an Aphrodite to match his Adonis. Dark blonde hair, wet and matted like an otter's skin, hung down her back to her waist.

A large forehead, large, languid blue eyes, a soft, round nose, high cheekbones, and full red lips arranged as if by a master painter (no, not Picasso) make up her face, and her body was even more beautiful.

Wide, strong shoulders-swimmer's shoulders-narrowed to a firm chest and outthrusting breasts topped by small, dark red nipples. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat, the skin sliding smoothly across the muscles underneath. The light patch of her pubic hair split two gorgeously long legs, with full, strong thighs and well-rounded calves.

She radiated an air of sensual sleekness. "Terry," Mr. White startled her out of herself, "my son and his wife, Dan and Diane." "She's beautiful," Diane cooed, her hand gently caressing Terry's arm, sending goosebumps across her skin, "and her hair.

Terry, you must promise me never to change your hairstyle. This braid is so becoming." Terry was completely out of her element. She felt unsure, defenseless, scared, and, she admitted, shy and excited. It was like she was a little girl again, standing before her mother while being bathed. She nodded to Diane, not able to say anything. "She is stunning, Dad.

She wasn't hurt, I hope." "No. She wasn't hurt. Enjoyed herself, I think." She blushed at this and Diane still fondling her braid, running the end teasingly across her back and buttocks through her clothes. "Good, good," Dan continued, "and don't worry, Dad, we've got everything all set up.

See you later." With a grunt Mr. White left, leaving her alone with these two beautiful people in this room of lavish excess. "We can't call her Terry, now, can we Dan." "No no. You're right. We'll have to think of something else." They paused for a moment, still staring at her, and she trembled under their gaze. It was so appraising, so possessive yet also strangely tender and kind.

"I know," Diane said, "Kiko. Her name will be Kiko." "Good. I like that. Now little one, your new name is Kiko. Whenever you're with us, you will be Kiko. Understand?" he asked, smiling down at her. "Yes, Mr. White." "Oh no, that's all wrong," Diane broke in. "You must call us Master and Mistress, for that is who we are.

Now what is your name?" she asked, stroking her head. "Kiko, Mistress." silently and reached out to take the plastic toy, feeling the heat radiating from his hand.

She felt like a small child as she slid her skirt to bunch around her hips, spreading her legs so that she could insert the vibrator. She turned it on, feeling the buzzing hum radiate through her hands, matching the smooth vibrations of the luxury automobile she was within. The whole world took on a strange, removed, air: only she and Mr. White existed in the entire world, she, Mr. White, and this humming, buzzing little stick in her hand.

She glanced down, her vision gliding past her sparse pubic hair to focus on the slightly swollen lips of her labia, the juices of recent intercourse shining between her legs. She slowly moved the vibrator until its side touched her outer labia. She felt it spread a delicious numbness through her groin, and she slid it up and down her crack, now staring out the window at the cars moving like dream shapes along the highway with them. Too sensitive! and her hand jerked back as the vibrator touched her clitorus.

She looked over at Mr. White, saw him watching her out of the corner of his eyes, and opened her mouth to ask a question. "Mr. White.?" "Don't worry, Terry, you've still got your job. Your duties have just been.expanded." Now he was staring directly at her hands and crotch, watching the way she gently ran the vibrator along and between her labia.

"And if you do a good job, in both your new responsibilities as well as your old ones, you might even make partner by the end of the year." The words stunned her, and almost unconscously her hands pressed the vibrator deep into her vagina, and she gasped at the pleasure of it. Her mind was both stunned and awhirl: she couldn't believe any of this was happening to her-it was like a strange hallucination; and she had thought about fucking her way to the top-no moral or personal qualms there-but this was ridiculous.

What was Mr. White's plan for her? the question crystalizing in her mind as she felt the growing pleasure her hands and the vibrator were bringing her. It was so.obscene.twisted.what she was doing now, in a car, with her boss sitting right beside her, watching. She shuddered. Why? She was to be a sex toy, but she was also to keep her job; how did that fit? And an offer of partnership, but only if she was good at both whoring and lawyering?

She was confused; she didn't understand it. Her mind slipped from these subjects as the pleasure in her groin grew. She began gently stroking her clitorus with her fingers as she swirled the vibrator inside herself, soft moans now escaping her lips. She leaned her head back on the cushioned head rest and closed her eyes, concentrating totally on the sensations coming from her vagina.

She teased herself, aware of the command not to bring herself to orgasm-how strange, she thought, the care she took not to bring herself to a point she had never reached before tonight. She was brought out of her sexual daze when she felt the car come to a halt, and she lazily lifted up her head to look over at Mr. White. She saw his eyes rivited on her exposed groin, and a similtaneous blush of shame and pleasure suffused her whole body.

"Get out of the car," he commanded. Carefully she opened the car door, removing the vibrator and switching it off. She stepped out onto the driveway, her legs weak and rubbery from unfulfilled lust, and looked up at a gorgeous victorian mansion.

She stared at it, taking in its magnificence, until she felt Mr. White take the vibrator dangling from her hand and place it into his breast pocket.

"Come." Terry followed him, the pavement hard beneath her feet-what had happened to the rest of her clothes, she wondered idly: probably thrown away by Ted, Ted her body shuddered. Through a large atrium, turn left down a long hallway lined with doors, through one of the doors down stairs to a small room with a couch and a television and a door. The door is locked, and unlocking it into a short hallway with another locked door, opening into a bright, huge, she could only describe it as a paradise.

Ferns grew along the walls, pushing out toward the center of the room, full spectrum heat lamps making the room muggy with a slight mist spraying from mirrored walls and ceilings onto the plants every few minutes. Italian tile, a deep, rich green, covered the floor, leading to a pond-a swimming pool-in the center of the room.

Surrounding the pool large pillows of every color lay spread about, with glittering silver chains and leather cuffs and strands here and there. A table between the far wall and the pool held a dizzying array of fruit and jams and honeys: large strawberries piled haphazardly in a bowl spilling onto the table, crowding green and red and yellow melons, sliced into thin cresent moon wedges, aside.

Grapes, small and large, green and red, lay scattered among bowls of apricot and peach, strawberry and apple jams, and slender, small caraffs filled with amber honey sticking their necks above rolling apples. Kiwis, sliced open to reveal their sparkling green flesh, and cubes of dull yellow mango interwove themselves into this tapestry, and other fruits too, fruits she could not name but which looked cool and sweet and pleasant. A cooling breeze blew from somewhere, swirling about, breaking up the humidity of the room, and a movement from across the room caught her eye.

Adam and Eve, her mind immediately thought, but no. She stood stock still, her feet beaded with the dampness of the tiles, Mr. White slightly behind her to her right, while the two most beautiful people she had ever seen raised themselves from a pile of pillows and began to cross the room toward her. The man was about 6'1" with dark hair, short and in a gentle wave, and the face and body of Adonis. Dark eyes stared piercingly out of a strong, masculine face, a face with strong lines and a sharp nose.

His chest was broad, his arms muscular, his stomach a board of rippling muscles stepping down to a trim waist and large, strong thighs and calves. Embarrassed, her eyes skipped past his naked manhood. The woman was maybe 5'9" and an Aphrodite to match his Adonis. Dark blonde hair, wet and matted like an otter's skin, hung down her back to her waist.

A large forehead, large, languid blue eyes, a soft, round nose, high cheekbones, and full red lips arranged as if by a master painter (no, not Picasso) make up her face, and her body was even more beautiful. Wide, strong shoulders-swimmer's shoulders-narrowed to a firm chest and outthrusting breasts topped by small, dark red nipples. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat, the skin sliding smoothly across the muscles underneath.

The light patch of her pubic hair split two gorgeously long legs, with full, strong thighs and well-rounded calves. She radiated an air of sensual sleekness. "Terry," Mr.

White startled her out of herself, "my son and his wife, Dan and Diane." "She's beautiful," Diane cooed, her hand gently caressing Terry's arm, sending goosebumps across her skin, "and her hair.

Terry, you must promise me never to change your hairstyle. This braid is so becoming." Terry was completely out of her element. She felt unsure, defenseless, scared, and, she admitted, shy and excited. It was like she was a little girl again, standing before her mother while being bathed. She nodded to Diane, not able to say anything. "She is stunning, Dad. She wasn't hurt, I hope." "No.

She wasn't hurt. Enjoyed herself, I think." She blushed at this and Diane still fondling her braid, running the end teasingly across her back and buttocks through her clothes.

"Good, good," Dan continued, "and don't worry, Dad, we've got everything all set up. See you later." With a grunt Mr. White left, leaving her alone with these two beautiful people in this room of lavish excess. "We can't call her Terry, now, can we Dan." "No no.

You're right. We'll have to think of something else." They paused for a moment, still staring at her, and she trembled under their gaze. It was so appraising, so possessive yet also strangely tender and kind. "I know," Diane said, "Kiko. Her name will be Kiko." "Good. I like that. Now little one, your new name is Kiko.

Whenever you're with us, you will be Kiko. Understand?" he asked, smiling down at her. "Yes, Mr. White." "Oh no, that's all wrong," Diane broke in. "You must call us Master and Mistress, for that is who we are. Now what is your name?" she asked, stroking her head.

"Kiko, Mistress." ~Subject: Short 5.0 (mf nc sick) ~From: [email protected] * * * * * * * * * Blood ran from her wrists down her arms as she hung, whimpering and crying and wailing, six inches above the floor. Her firm, proud young body jerked and trembled under the continuous whipping and beating of the five men in the room with her. Her head whipped back and forth, in tune with the agony coursing through her body, tossing her long, long blond hair, reaching down to her ankles, back and forth across her back and buttocks, sticking to the sweat and seeping blood covering her body.

Her large blue eyes were closed and swollen with tears, showing long, glistening lashes; her full, luscious red lips trembled and worked spasmatically as she continued to cry and scream and beg for release. Her round, upthrusting breasts jiggled and swayed as she was jerked back and forth by the blows raining against her body, blood oozing from the marks of thin canes. Her legs thrashed wildly as the torture continued, each blow against her crotch sending her howling and swinging from her tortured wrists.

Edward motioned his lackies to stop the blows and stood looking at his prize, now whimpering and sobbing softly, her body jerking spasmatically, uncontrollably, in remembrance of the agony she had just endured. Edward thought of her as she was just one hour ago, a beautiful young college student, an American, proud and sure in her freedom and education.

American, he thought, and spat. Now she was no more than a bloody piece of meat hanging before him, still luscious with her curves and her soft, trembling flesh. He walked behind her and grabbed her inner thighs, slick with sweat and blood, in his hands, pulling her up and spearing her up the ass with his hard cock, earning him a delicious howl of agony as he felt her skin tear before his rampaging phallus.

One of his men stepped up and thrust hard into her cunt, and they worked her trembling, squirming, thrashing, twisting, mewling, sweating, bleeding body between them until they shot deep inside her, to be replaced by more of his men.

They had all fucked her twice by the time the cut her ruined wrists and shoulders free and let her fall to the floor, before they made her crawl around on all fours, kicking her when she fell, exhausted from the pain, until she got back up and continued. He made her take them all in her mouth, knowing she would be happy for the respite from the pain, and luxuriated in the soft warmth of her mouth. He let hope of release build up before he took her outside and strapped her on her hands and knees over a wooden block.

After he and his men had emptied their bladders and bowels over her, he let the dogs loose, and stood back and watched as what remained of her lush young body was taken again and again by his animals, delighting in the continuous cries flowing from her lips and the delicious straining of her body.

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

~Subject: Short 6.0 (mmf nc teen asian) ~From: [email protected] (Dagon) Author's note: Not a very good one, but it's got a lot of juvinile sex in it, so it should please a few of you. By the way, any response would be appreciated. * * * * * * * * She screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into her bowels, stretching her ass until she thought it would tear, her slender fourteen year old body shaking and jerking in revulsion and terror, her body bent over and tied achingly to a large chair.

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

It had been so exciting, she remembered, being asked out by the seventeen year old captian of the football team, Tommy. All her friends had just died. She was forced back to reality as Tommy took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him, her tear stained face a mask of fear and desperation. "Please, uh, please let, aahgg, me go," she whimpered as his friend continued plowing her virgin ass, sending streamers of agony through her each time his hips crashed against her ass cheeks, the penetration tearing her apart.

"You are so beautiful Sylvi," he answered softly. "I'm not done with you yet." With that he stood up and urged his friend on, telling him to fuck the little bitch hard, to hurt her, to make her scream.

She turned red in shame as she felt him come inside her ass, her ass burning at the violation.

Reklama

She remembered they had gone out to dinner, and she had talked, and he had talked, and then he had taken her back to his place, since he had forgotten to bring the flowers he had gotten her. He invited her in to meet his parents, but instead found Greg waiting for her just inside the door. Greg, a six foot two, two hundred pound offensive lineman, had picked her up like she was a ragdoll and thrown her to the ground.

She hadn't realized what was going on even as he ripped the clothes off her. It was only when she had seen Tommy stepping out of his pants that she had realized that he was going to rape her.

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

And they had joked after he had come and was still inside her, with her moaning, defeated, on the ground. She had thought they would let her go then, but she was wrong. Greg wanted his turn, and had tied her bent over a chair so he could have "her remaining virgin hole." It was a hell from which she felt she'd never be released. "You really think the chandaleer is strong enough?" she heard Greg ask, his cock thankfully removed from her anus. "Sure.

Hell, I used to swing from it when I was ten. She can't weigh much more than I did. Of course, we'll have to gag her. We don't want her caterwauling bringing over the neighbors." "Ok. Let's do it." They laughed and she heard them giving each other a high five. She had no fight left in her as they untied her, ignoring her pleadings to be released. Still she managed to squirm and try to keep Tommy from shoving her panties into her mouth until Greg grabbed her head and forced her jaw open.

Tape then covered the lower half of her face as she was effectively gagged, and the rope was brought around to fasten her arms together in front of her, her wrists fastened painfully together. Tommy held his prize at arms length, gazing at her in admiration. She was a beauty, all right, the tears streaming down her face, the look of horror in her gorgeous asian eyes, her wide, delicate nose flaring as she breathed, her long blue-black hair frayed from its braid to fall across her shoulders, the way her shoulders shook as she sobbed only made her more beautiful in his eyes.

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

And now he had her. He smiled to himself as he led his little asian princess under the chandeleer and handed the rope up to Greg. Sylvi used her eyes to plead with Tommy to let her go as she felt her arms pulled over her head, the rope on her wrists beginning to burn as she was pulled to her toes, the muscles in her calves and thighs straining to keep her balance.

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

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

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

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

She was in a daze of pain when they stopped, and didn't even realize it. Her wrists were bleeding and her body was black and blue. When she felt gentle hands lift her up she didn't know whose they were or where she was. When the gag was removed her mouth moved convulsively but only soft mewling sounds came out. Tommy, she remembered, Tommy as she clutched at the warm body which carried her to a bed and laid her gently down. Tommy and his friend had beaten her, and she ached, but why was he treating her so gently now, why was he softly kissing her, so lovingly, on her neck and chest and nipples.

She was in a half dream state as she felt his hands at her ravaged sex, and she felt herself responding to his soft caresses. His lips were against hers, and she met his tongue with her own, her body rising with passion to press against his. When he entered her it was bliss, and she moaned and twisted beneath him as he slowly rocked her to completion, filling her with his seed even as she screamed in orgasm and clutched at him with her whole body before collapsing on the bed.

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

Reklama

"Yes, oh yes," she whispered before falling into an exhausted sleep. ~Subject: Short 7.0 (mf nc teen <*>) ~From: [email protected] (Wiley03) ~Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 16:14:27 UTC ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Her slender 15 year old Asian body drew taunt against the bonds that held her tied spread eagled to the bed.

Cries of shame, humiliation and passion escaped from her lips as her abuser jammed his fingers in and out of her sopping virgin box. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her young body as her climax hit her, and tears coursed down her face as her tormentor laughed at his power over her. **** As the HEAT began to seep into her crotch, beginning to send tingling sensations through her young, 14 year old body, she squirmed as much as she could in her bonds, moaning softly through her gag.

Her arms were strapped down to her sides, just underneath where her thighs were secured to her chest, with her calves strapped folded atop them, lewdly exposing her cunt and her ass were it not for the thick tape covering them.

She moaned louder, tears coursing from her large brown eyes, her soft brown hair tied to the headboard of the bed upon which she laid, as the sensations from the HEAT began to build, joining with the humming of the vibrators in her cunt and ass, making her clit swell and jerk in its tape bondage. The sensations became overwhelming, almost painful, and she arched her young body and cried out as her cunt spasmed and she exploded into orgasm.

The sensations continued and she whimpered through her gag as her exhausted body, glistening with perspiration, began responding again. Another climax overpowered her, and another, sending her body twisting and shaking in its bonds.

And the video camera caught it all. **** Muffled grunts of agony escaped the ravished cheerleader's gagged mouth as her rapist drove brutally into her ass, sending streamers of agony lancing through her young, tender body, her cunt spasming painfully as his balls slapped wetly against her dripping box. **** The muscles stood out starkly from her trim, sixteen year old legs as she quivered in agony and ecstasy, the pain of his cock plowing her virgin pussy offset by the sparks of pleasure arcing through her body.

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

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

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

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

She screamed as he penetrated her, the agony and humiliation shattering her nerves and her mind, sending her swirling into a vertigo of pain. **** ~Subject: REPOST: Short 8.0 (mf nc) ~From: [email protected] (Wiley03) * * * * * * * * A grunt of air escaped her as she was stopped in mid- stride, her body flying sideways from the trail to land painfully among the bushes.

Stunned, she didn't know what was happening until hands gripped her spandex shorts, dragging them over her tennis shoes and pulling her further into concealment. She sucked in her breath to scream, her legs, strong and shapely from years of running, beginning to kick out at her attacker.

Her scream turned into a gasping wheeze as he fell atop her, his face, hidden by a ski mask, only inches from hers. His hand gripped the base of her ponytail, pulling her head toward his as his soft lips ground against hers, their teeth clashing together as he forced his tongue into her gasping mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his hand by her crotch and drew up her legs to either side of his body, whimpering into his mouth as she felt him pull out his cock and press it against her cunt.

He broke his kiss, his hand still tight on her hair, and stared down into her face and he worked his cock against her pussy. She felt it slide easily inside her, the sweat of her run slicking her inner passage, the adrenaline of her struggle combining with the thick rod in her cunt sending shivers crawling across her taunt body, a low gasp of pleasure escaping unbidden from her mouth as his balls slapped against her ass.

She watched as a smirk settled across his face, her hands stretched out above her, and she closed her eyes and drew up her legs as he began methodically pummeling her with his cock, sending rolling waves of pleasure through her body. She felt her breasts begin to swell and her hips began to undulate with his steady rodding as she lost herself in the sensations assaulting her body.

Her ankles crossed behind his back and her thighs squeezed at his midriff as she tried to force her pleasure to a peak, only to be denied again and again as he controlled her motion, slowly taking her higher and higher. She was grunting like a stuck pig now, wanting it, wanting it harder and faster, wanting it to send her over the edge into release.

His mouth was on hers again now sending shivers through her body as she opened her mouth to him, bringing her hands around, trying to pull his body closer to hers.

He began pounding into her now, and her body began to jerk as she felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, each stronger and sharper than the last, until her whole body was arched against his, her throat keening into his mouth, her cunt spasming against his cock as he filled her with his seed. Finally she collapsed to the ground and they lay together, sweat soaking their bodies.

When he stood up, he pulled off his mask and ran his hand through his short blonde hair, looking down at her prostrate form as she began to lift herself up on her elbow. "You surprised the hell out of me," she said. "You didn't seem to mind," he grinned, kneeling beside her and handing her her shorts. "Well." "You are one beautiful slut." She kissed him and they walked back out onto the trail.

"I have an idea," she said impishly. "Out with it woman." She whispered into his ear, and his grin grew broader and broader.

---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Wed, 30 Oct 1996 18:14:22 -0500 (EST) From: wiley06 <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short9.0 (mf nc teen) (1/1) Another story from.

Wiley06 Enjoy Tears streamed down her face as her rapist shoved a finger into her virgin box. Her fifteen year old body still shone with sweat from her recent workout, and her heart pounded in fear as she felt his finger push against her hymen. She wanted to beg, to cry out, but he had shoved her panties into her mouth, muffling her, and shoved her face into the damp grass.

Her legs were spread wide apart as she balanced on her knees, her young tender ass and cunt exposed to her rapist. Her cheerleading skirt was flipped up over her waist, and her vest ripped open down the front, letting her ample breasts hang free. Her hands were bound together in front of her and laid between her knees, while her soft ebony hair fell in a sphere around her head.

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"Hot damn!" she heard her rapist exclaim as he pressed against her hymen with his finger, sending pain shooting through her. "You're a virgin!

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Been a while since I popped a virgin. Get ready cunt." She squirmed and grunted as he leaned over her, his cock pressing against her virgin teenaged pussy. With a grunt he entered her, his face only inches from her own as she gasped in pain and agony through her makshift gag. She trembled in pain and fear as she felt his cock stop against her hymen, then felt him pull back and ram his cock into her.

She screamed as he filled her to the hilt, feeling like she was being torn apart. She never knew there could be such pain.

Her whole body jerked and thrashed as she tried to escape the pain he was causing her.

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She closed her eyes, wishing she were dead, when she felt his teeth against her neck, biting and chewing the tender flesh as he began rodding her cunt out in earnest, sending throbbing agony through her body.

He was rocking her whole body back and forth, and she felt blood slide down the inside of her thigh, matching the tears wetting the ground beneath her face. The humiliation was worse than the pain. The degredation, the powerlessness, the knowledge that she was helpless, was too much. She sobbed as he continued his rape of her defenseless flesh, fucking her ruthlessly and brutally.

"Cry little girl, cry," she heard him whisper in her ear, licking the side of her face, making her sob louder, her body racked with physical agony. Burst of air shot from her nostrils as he began to plow her harder, faster, his hands reaching around to maul her breasts. Her slender young body shook with every blow, and her cunt pulsated with pain. She cried out into her gag as his fingers drove brutally into her tender tit flesh and she felt his semen fill her belly.

Done, she thought, he's done. But he didn't let her go. He held her there, his cock still inside her violated pussy, his hands holding her tits, his face against hers, his body against hers, for seconds, then minutes.

She felt suffocated, violated. She wanted out. She wanted him off. Please let him leave, she thought, sobs still shaking her body. When he finally pulled out she choked back her sobs, hoping he would leave her alone, now.

She lay there limp as she felt his cock slide along her ass crack and press against her anus. What was he doing, she thought, then began to scream and struggle as he continued to press into her ass.

NO! her mind screamed, her body blazing in pain as his cock, slick with her blood and his cum popped past her tight anal ring into her ass. It felt like her ass was being torn apart as he forced himself into her until his balls rested against her recently violated cunt. She thrashed about wildly, out of her mind with pain as he began jabbing his cock in and out of her ass, using short, violent strokes, holding her down with his body. She was totally encompassed by his body, held like a shivering rabbit as he took his pleasure from her young body.

She jerked again and close her eyes, her long black eyelashes glistening with her tears against her cheeks, as he reached up under her and jammed his fingers against her clit.

Her cunt still throbbed, and her ass was a firecracker of pain, as he began rubbing her clit brutally while twisting his cock around in her bowels.

He was whispering things to her, whispering how tight she was, what a cunt she had, how she loved it, how she wanted more. She bucked her hips back against his, trying to escape his fingers as he sent painful sparks shooting through her body. Her own breath started to come in rhythmic grunts as he began slowly fucking her ass, all the while ravaging her cunt and clit with his hands.

Both of his hands were at her sex now, tearing at her abused flesh, squeezing and pinching and rubbing her clit as it hardened beneath his fingers. The pain in her ass continued, to be joined by the torture of her genetals.

A low, tingling snesation, like when a limb, asleep, begins to slowly awake, joined the agony coming from her crotch. Slowly he continued reaming her, now being gentler with her cunt, sliding two fingers up into her slick hole while rubbing her clit back and forth, back and forth. Her slender body tensed as she jerked in her bondage, her whole ass and groin feeling like a limb just awakened from numbness.

A guttural groan came from deep in her throat as it quickly became unbearable. The pain was gone, replaced by this overwhelming tingling which was spreading to encompass her upper thighs and her stomach. Each thrust of his cock into her ass caused the tingling to shoot through her body, making her shiver in reaction, her stomach heaving as her hips rocked uncontrollably against her rapist, gutteral grunts escaping her gag.

Her tits began to throb in time with his thrusting as he reached down with one hand and began to manhandle them, tweaking and twisting the nipples while he sucked on her neck and continued to plow his fingers into her cunt and against her clit. Her whole body started shaking and bucking uncontrollably in his grip as he increased his thrusting, sending shearing jolts of senstation through her body. Her fingers curled and her hands tingled, her toes followed as sharp pricks of sensation tickled them, her whole body dancing in the uncontrollable grip of overwhelming passion.

She screamed as she came, feeling his seed spill into her guts, her body exploding with earth-shattering pleasure, her slender form jerking and twisting and spasming on the end of his cock. ***** He had been watching her for a few days, watching her from afar as she practiced her cheerleading routines with the other cheerleaders. She was one of the younger ones, freshman or sophmore. Hot, he thought as he watched her, very hot. She had to be half Japanese to give her that hair, long and black and silky.

And that skin, smooth, hairless, lightly olive. Her face was smooth too, with slightly asian eyes and nose.

Her legs and tits, though, were what he liked the most. He didn't know what it was about the young ones, but they had the greatest legs, and she was no exception-firm, muscular, the skin tight and seeming to shine with health.

The tits too were full of life, large for her age, pressed together inside her skimpy vest as she practiced her cheers. God, he was going to love breaking this one. He waited between two of the buildings they all passed by. He knew she always waited, was always the last one to leave, so he waited, and she did not disappoint.

It took only a second to grab her, his hand covering her mouth, and barely more than another minute (with the help of his trusty knife) until he had her on the ground in his favorite position, her hands tied together with a piece of rope he always carried, her face pressed into the ground, her ass (such a nice round ass) up in the air, ready and waiting for him, and her panties shoved in her mouth to keep the noise down.

He felt her jerk as he pressed his fingers into her cunt. He leaned over her, close to her, as he pressed into her farther. Let the little bitch squeal, he thought, his fingers stopped by an unexpected obstruction.

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"Hot damn!" he exclaimed as he pressed against her hymen with his finger, feeling a shiver wrack her body. "You're a virgin! Been a while since I popped a virgin. Get ready cunt." It _had_ been a while since he'd fucked a virgin. Almost two years ago, when he was 25, and she had been only 12. He remembered her as he lowered his pants and pressed his cock against his current prize's cunt.

He usually didn't go for cunt's that young, prefering to stick to ages 15 to 25, but she had been special. He leaned his face close to hers as he pressed his cock into her dry hole.

He felt like he breathed in her soul when he felt his cockhead press past her labia and inside her-hearing her muffled groans, seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, feeling her body tremble in his encompassing grasp, knowing that he was taking something more than her virginity from her. He almost came when he crashed through her hymen, her trembling, jerking, thrashing body, her muffled scream, sending him flying on a euphoric high as her cunt clamped down on his cock, squeezing it almost unbearably, sending shivers down his spine.

He bit down on her neck, holding his cock deep within her, and barely held back when he felt her shudder in disgust. God, he never felt so alive as when he was raping some hot piece of flesh like this one. Having gained control of himself, he began rodding her cunt out in earnest, making her slender young body rock back and forth as he knawed at her neck.

He felt his balls grow tight as his little girl began to sob, and he whispered in her ear "Cry little girl, cry", licking her face. He pounded into her harder, grabbing her generous tit mounds and brutally squeezing them, making her teenaged body jerk in agony. He heard her cry out as he came, his cock pulsing with pleasure, each moan, each shiver, from her only prolonging his ecstacy.

He finally stopped pounding into her and just held her. He loved this part most of all. They always thought that he was done with them; as if any man would be finished with hot flesh like this after one time. He liked to just hold them, prolong the suspense, make them think he might be done, and then to show them how wrong they were.

As he slipped his cock out of her raped hole, he gained a better grip on her, knowing from experience that she would fight him, knowing that it made fucking them in the ass all the sweeter. And he knew this little Asian bitch would have a sweet, cherry ass. He felt her begin to squirm around like a fish in his grip when she realized what he was doing, and smiled inwardly, jamming his cock against her tiny sphincter, counting on the coating of blood and semen on his cock to allow him enterance.

There! He grimaced at the tightness of it as he plowed deep into her bowels, feeling his balls slap against her ravaged cunt. He began working himself into her with short, brutal jabs, totally dominating her as he took his pleasure.

It wasn't enough; it never was, he knew, as he reached down and jammed his fingers against her cunt, slamming them into her violated hole and tearing at the tender flesh. When he was like this he wanted to own them, to eat them, to completely consume them, body and soul. To take everything they had and make it his-to use everything up. He found her clit and began rubbing it harshly, whispering to the cunt what a whore she was, how much she wanted it, all the while working his cock around in her oh so tight ass.

He began pile driving into her, his cheek against hers, as she jerked her hips back against his, trying to escape his probing fingers.

He felt her shiver through her wracking sobs and continued to violate her cunt and clit as he used one hand to reach down and pinch and rub her titties. Hot piece of ass, he thought as he felt his come begin to build in the pit of his stomach-it was always more painful, and better, the second time. Her grunting began to match his and he felt her stomach and ass heaving back against him. The little Asian whore was giving him one of the best rides of his life as she began to buck and thrash beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps.

He drove his fingers brutally into her clit and her tit as he came, feeling her going wild beneath him, cumming her brains out. When he left, he took his rope with him and left her laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood and come, as well as his own. He usually made it a rule never to come back for a second round, but this one, this one might be worth the risk. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 18:31:00 -0400 (EDT) From: wiley06 <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short_10.0 (mff nc teen) (1/1) This is a short story about a cheerleader getting thrown to the ground and gangraped, eventually enjoying her degredation.

(Note: due to a formatting problem " did not show up, and neither did '. I left it this way because there were not many of them, so it doesn't materially affect the story). Any and all comments are welcome. Enjoy, wiley06 (the sixth incarnation of wiley) The highschool cheerleader screamed as the players surrounded her, lust gleaming in their eyes.

She ran, her long, lean legs pushing from the ground frantically, towards the farthest of them, trying to break through the ring of the eleven around her. She was grabbed, her short skirt flying up to reveal her white panties and strong thighs, her long blond hair cascading around her panicked face.

The player, twice her size at 220 pounds, swung her 5'4" body around to toss her staggering back into the circle of eleven boys. "No!" she screamed at them, her tiny fists clenched, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, making her large breasts tremble inside her tight fitting cheerleading top. She struck out at the first one to grab for her, buthe caught her wrists in his hands and threw her hard to the ground.

The rest of the pack closed in, grabbing her wrists and ankle and pinning her to the ground like a butterfly in a case. She screamed and cursed and twisted madly about but they didn't stop. Hands gripped her breasts roughly, making her grimace as her titmeat was twisted and mauled. Other hands reached under her skirt, squeezing and scratching her thighs, poking at her sex.

She fought harder to no avail as they began tearing off her clothes, leaving only her her tennis shoes and cheerleading socks. Her breasts were magnificent for such a young woman, full and round and large on her narrow chest, her nipples hard already in the cool evening air and from the mauling they had taken. He cunt was lightly furred and blond like her hair, every muscle on her body straining for freedom, freedom denied by the strong male hands holding her down.

Hands were all over her now, in her hair, in her mouth, pinching and squeezing her nipples and breasts and stomach, fingers pressing into her cunt, into her ass, making her scream as they pinched to hurt her. Then mouths joined the hands, and she screamed again, thrashing against her captors, as they sucked at her flesh, biting and scraping her nipples.

Fingers found their way into her cunt, and she arched her back and wailed around the fingers at her lips as she was penetrated. Other fingers scratched against her clit. grating her nerves, making her thrash all the harder.

They pinched and bit and poked and prodded her for she didn't know how long. She was weak from fighting them when it stopped, and only one pair of hands remaining, knuckled running up and down her slit, making her shake with exhaustion and fear.

A finger slid easily into her cunt and she realized she was wet, and moaned as a thumb brushed against her clit. "No!" she screamed again, denying the pleasure, denying these boys who were raping her, who were going to take away her virginity. "Get away! Get off me!" but it was no use. The captain of the team climbed on top of her, his lips mashing against hers, his cock pressing hard against her cunt, pressing, pressing, and she broke her lips from his to scream as he penetrated her, every muscle in her body straining as pain lanced through her, pain which only grew as he began to slowly work his cock inside her.

She hated him, hated him as his tongue found its way inside her mouth, her lips crushed by his. He began taking short, circular strokes into her cunt, making her wince and whimper with the sensation. He held her head, exploring her mouth, taking her slowly, easily, dominating her completely.

Tears ran down her face as he continued, each movement of his cock inside her sending jolts of sensation up along her spine. His tongue was so hot in her mouth, his body was so hot above hers. She was sweaating, her legs quivering. She felt him begin to work harder on top of her, the breath blowing hot from his nose.

She whimpered into his mouth as a strange feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She began to jerk up against him, not knowing what she was doing. She hated him, hated all of them. Suddenly her legs were free, and she kicked them out and pulled them up, feeling his cock sink deeper into her cunt as she kicked them straight up, an almost unbearable pleasure rocking her teenaged frame.

Her ankles circled around his back and then her arms were loose to encircle his neck and shoulders. Tears still poured from her eyes, but she drove her tongue to meet his as her whole body began to tingle, her nipple on fire against his chest, her mouth hot and yearning. Hoots and catcalls and encouragement began to ring out from the other boys as she held her breath, her whole body quivering as the sensations engulfing her body seems to expand and expand until she cried out in pleasure, kicking her legs into the air, bucking her hips against her rapist as he filled her virgin cunt full of come.

She held onto him with her arms and legs, milking the sensations from her cunt, working them savoring them before collapsing spent beneath him. She saw him rise and then another took his place. She turned her head in shame, but he gripped it and turned it to him, making her look with her tearstained eyes into his before kissing her, making her answer his passion with her own growing lust. When he thrust into her she was ready, ready for the brutal pounding which he gave her, shaking her body with every stroke.

Oh god, she thought, oh god this isn't happening to me as another orgasm rocked her body, her spasming cunt triggering his release. Then they lifted her to her hands and knees and a cock was shoved into her mouth.

She began sucking as hands gripped her head painfully, gasping as another cock sank deep into her cunt. She gagged as the cock in her mouth slid down her throat, before being overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks filling her.

She was buffeted between the two boys as they eagerly used her holes, her tits swaying underneath her body, targets for the pinches and slaps of the rest of the boys. She moaned and came as the boy in her throat spilled come into her, some bubbling up to leave her tongue with its bitter taste.

The boy fucking her cunt finished and was replace again. She was in a daze now as they used her body for their desires, an overload of sexual pleasure suffusing her teenaged body, making her twist and buck and thrash as she came again and again on the end of hard cock. She came when one ofthe boys decided to use her ass instead of her cunt, making her scream in pain and pleasure.

They rolled her on her side and filled every hole of hers at the same time, making her shake in one continuous come the whole time, her body slick with sweat and come and her own cunt juices. When most were done some of them tit fucked her, shooting their come into her open mouth were she savored it, her fingers rubbing her swollen, battered clit while they used her tits, coming again and again.

Finally they were done, and stood over her as she lay naked and used and covered with slime beneath them. She squirmed as the first stream of piss hit her, her fingers digging into her cunt flesh as she began coming one last time, her orgasm stretching and rolling through her body as they emptied their bladders on her, the acrid smell and taste of their waste drivng her mad with lust. They left her then, her cunt and ass gaping and oozing come, her whole body slick with come and piss and sweat, her beautiful blonde hair matted with their effluem, a teenaged slut cheerleader, raped and used for the team's pleasure.

---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 11:45:46 -0500 (EST) From: wiley06 <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short_11.0 (mmf nc tort teen) away. Stay away.

Comments and/or suggestions welcome. Enjoy, Wiley06 She squirms in the darkness as the ropes cut into her flesh. Small, helpless animal sounds bleed through the gag stretching her jaw wide.

She lies on her side, her arms locked behind her back, ropes chaffing her wrists. More ropes painfully pull her elbows close, cutting into the soft white flesh at the inside of her elbows. A small diamond of knots rested between her full breasts, which themselves are tightly bound into bulging white mounds of flesh topped by large, dark red nipples.

Ropes lead up to pull against the black leather collar encircling her neck, while leading down to another diamond of knots resting against her flat, shapely stomach.

The tender flesh of her narrow waist bulges under the constriction of the rope encirling it, rope knotting her wrists firmly against her spine. Worst of all, though, is the rope which leads down between her legs, splitting the hyper-sensitive flesh of her labia, causing her lips to swell up in irritation, and back up through her hard, round asscheeks to hook onto her thumbs, making every movement a tiny agony of abrasion.

Her strong white thighs and calves are almost covered with rope, hiding her flesh and making her long legs look longer bound together. The last thing she remembers is lying out beside the olympic sized pool her father had built for her olympic hopes.

She is one of the best, just a few hundredths of a second from being the best-it is her dream and her life, and her parents are wealthy enough to make it a possibility. She remembers dozing, and now, now opening her eyes to darkness and her body to bondage she struggles vainly, protests vainly, scared more than she has ever been by her predicament and by her imagination as to what it all means.

She squeezes her large blue eyes tightly shut and whines as a spot light falls onto her bound white flesh, squinting through long lashes at the shadowy form of a man walking toward her circle of light. "Well, meat," she hears him say in a deep voice, muffled cries escaping the gag as he grabs her short blond hair and drags her to her full 5'6" height, "I bet you're wondering how you ended up here." It was a statement, not a question, as she strains the well-developed muscles in her legs to remain upright, her head burning in pain and her crotch feeling rubbed raw.

"Your father," he grins as surprise colors her face, "had a few debts-close to one and a half million dollars." He reaches up and grabs an overhead rope, pulls her head back, and loops it through a ring in her gag before pulling it tight. "He couldn't pay." She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes as this cruel man casually destroys her faith in her father, her gorgeously lithe body straining to remain upright between the rope pulling the point of her mouth up, and gravity pulling her bound feet down.

"He offered you in payment" falls upon her ears like a hammer, "his precious daughter, the love of his life, sweet sixteen." She shudders and tries to pull away from the soft caress of his hand against the round globes of her ass, twisting her body, feeling the pull at her jaw as she shifts her weight precariously. "Sweet meat," his hot breath whispers in her ear as hot tears flow down her beautiful young face.

He leaves her, and she cries her misery in renewed darkness, her body, young and slim and strong, struggling for balance, her muscles quivering from the strain. She stands there for minutes, for hours, for she knows not how long before the light comes back on, the light blinding her as effectively as the darkness did.

She is cried out, only wanting to be let out from her bondage, whimpering in hope of a brief respite. She hears a man's voice booming through the space, filling her with dread at its words.

"Ten men paid one hundred dollars each for the next three hours. One thousand dollars less you owe. When your debt is paid, you will be left to go your way." Music, the Rite of Spring she insanely noted, begins playing, to be drowned out by her scream as pain shoots through her breasts from the blow of a thin cane. Another blow strikes her, leaving its lash of pain across her upper thighs, and then another across her upper arms, and another and another, the pain flashing like points of light across her vision as she screams futily into the gag and twists about madly, trying to escape this torture.

Meat, a gorgeous piece of thrashing meat, strains and quivers as bulging tits and round asscheeks and upper thighs and upper arms take blow after cruel blow, turning the white flesh red and bruised blue.

Each man measures their blows, concentrating on the choicest bits, growing hard as they deliver agony to this sweet, young, tender piece of flesh delivered up for their use. Her whole body burns and her throat is raw from screaming when they finally stop. Rough hands lift her body and the gag is pulled from her mouth, and a gasp of release tinged with agony escapes her body.

She feels a knife blade between her legs as the ropes holding her legs together part, and the blood rushing back into her limbs is almost as painful as the hands mauling her as they hold her parallel to the floor.

Her legs are pulled apart, and she arches her back in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out as she sputters in agony through the ring holding her jaws wide while the rope against her crotch is pulled mercilessly, sending streamers of agony through her already battered body and splitting her cunt even wider open.

She thrashes about in their grip as they continue to torture her, but she cannot escape, and her head falls back as they hold her horizontal. Through her tears of despair and agony she sees a man's cock approach her open mouth, a mouth forced open by a ring, her full lips swollen by her crying.

She gags and chokes at the smell of it as it is slid into her cavity, large hands holding her head still, and thinks she's going to die when it slides down her throat, choking her until she breathes deep through her nose.

A wet, sickening slapping sound reaches her ears, and she explodes in a bucking, jerking frenzy as pain as she had never thought she could feel it bursts through her cunt as her soft labia is lashed with a cane. The man rides her face with his cock, jerking it back and forth in her throat as it spasms in muffled screams.

Blows rain on her helpless labia and inner thighs, pausing only when the man shoots his thick wads of come down her throat. She barely notices as another replaces him, because the beating starts up again as these men use her body for their sadistic pleasure.

After the fourth man comes down her throat she vomits up their sperm in her agony, but they barely notice, and neither does she. She is lost in a sea of pain, and wishes only for unconscousness, but it doesn't come.

They stop beating her cunt though, and she feels her groin throb in unspeakable agony. The rope between her labia is pulled off as another man uses her mouth, but her respite is momentary.

The beatings begin again, forcing screams from her slender teenaged body as her nipples are pounded mercilessly. The throbbing in her crotch increases and she bucks her hips wildly to escape the fingers gripping her clitorus, rubbed raw and bleeding by the rope and the whipping.

Her mind snaps, and a dreamy darkness clouds her mind as her breast throb continuously from the beating they are taking and the pressure at her cunt builds and builds into unbearable agony. The pain is so bad it becomes almost pleasurable, and she screams maniacally into a man's groin as an orgasm so pleasurable it is pure agony shakes her slender, muscular body.

There is no respite though, as fingers enter her raw cunt while others continue to mash her pulverized clit, the stataco beat of the whip on her tits not missing a beat. Another load of come is dumped into her straining belly as a second orgasm shakes her young body.

A third follows quickly, and a forth, sending overused muscles quivering and shaking as her body bucks uncontrollably in the hands of her torturers. As her fifth orgasm overwhelms her shattered mind, both more painful and more pleasurable than anything she had ever imagined, she slips into blessed unconscousness. The men holding her stop their attentions to her breasts and cunt, but the last three men continue to use her mouth for their pleasure.

They laugh at the come from her passion coating the insides of her thighs and dripping from her asscrack to the floor. They laugh about the video each one will take home of their exploits.

The laught because they know the next round is just a few moments away. She awakes laying on the hard concrete of the floor, slowly moving her freed limbs sluggishly.

Her whole body is throbbing in agony tinged with wispy pleasure through her beaten, swollen cunt and tits. She sobs into the bright light and curls up into a ball as she remembers pain so intense it was inseperable from pleasure, and how even now, her body so sore she wishes she were dead, she wishes the men standing around her would take her back to that place where there was only the floating ecstacy/agony wrapping her body in its impossible embrace.

Two hands grip her shoulders and she looks up into the hose covered eyes of one of her rapists. He pushes her onto her back and crawls between her legs.

She cries out through raw vocal cords as he enters her, forcing his way into her abused cunt.

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She begs him to stop as he pounds brutally into her, tears coursing down her face as pain jerks her body between the cold, hard concrete and the body of her rapist covering her. It is worse than before-not the pain, but the intimacy of it, the body covering hers, the body pressing into her, leaving her nothing untouched.

She sobs as he fills her with his come. The second man quickly takes his place, and she doesn't want to but she begs him also, begs him to stop, to let her go, but he, like the one before, pistons into her mercilessly. The thumping pain in her groin is building slowly, like a great beast meaning to overwhelm her. She closes her eyes as he too fills her with his come. They take their turn on her battered body, each one sandwiching her between the floor and their bodies, as she tries to remain still.

The pain is too much though, and she finds herself squirming beneath them uncontrollably, her mind reaching, reaching for the elusive pleasure beyond the pain, through the agony. It is there, fluttering in brief flashes with each thrust into her grasping, spasming cunt. She bucks up against her fourth rapist, seeking it, wanting it, needing it to escape the reality in which she is.

It grows, unbearable yet desired, spreading from her tortured sex organs to engulf her whole body. She barely notices when the fifth man takes over, she is so lost in her own world, a world where there is only the sensation engulfing her teenaged body.

The men laugh at her as she lifts her legs and grips the sixth man around his back, her hips grinding against his as a guttural scream pours from her throat and liquid gushes from her groin to splash her rapist. She humps spasmatically against him, her cunt dragging the come from his body, and holds him there. It takes two of the others to pull her legs apart, and they hold them apart as the seventh man plunges into her.

She is still lost in her orgasm, which seems to go on throughout the next two men. For twenty minutes she is lost completely in the pleasure wracking her body before losing conscousness yet again. The last two men do not bother to wake her, instead using her limp body to relieve their swollen cocks. Then they lift her up and bend her body over a table, her firm round asscheeks shining gorgeously white, red, black and blue in the bright light.

There is a short argument as the men consider whether they should wait until she awoke, but after a few failed attempts to wake her, they give up and begin to take her ass. Not once does she regain conscousness. When they finish, they lay her down on the ground, her body, covered in sweat and come, beaten black and blue and crisscrossed with red marks, her cunt swollen and bleeding and glistening, is grotesque, but somehow beautiful. *** She awakes two days later lying in bed, opening her eyes to the face of a handsome dark-haired young woman of sicilian decent.

"Shhhh." the woman says softly as she tries to speak, "you've been through a lot. Just relax." A soft hand strokes her forehead and she relaxes and closes her eyes, dropping into a horrible dream where men beat her and rape her without end. When she awakes a second time the dark-haired woman is still there, and smiles kindly at her.

---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 12:40:16 -0500 (EST) From: wiley06 <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short_12.0 (mf nc tort) Elaine had been my boss, until she fired me, the bitch. She was a good looking woman, though, five feet four, long auburn hair, and a body a swimsuit model would die for. She was better looking chained spreadeagled, naked, against my basement wall, gagged, only her hazel eyes showing her terror as I stood naked before her, a whip in my hand, letting my eyes linger on her firm legs, her lightly furred snatch, her narrow waist and flat stomach, her bulging breasts.

I was going to enjoy this. The first blow I sent across her stomach, loving the gagged scream which burbled around the gag. I waited until she stopped trembling and opened her eyes again, those gorgeous hazel eyes pleading with me not to do it, begging me.

I struck again, across her left tit, reveling in the howl it tore from the throat, loving the way a thin welt grew on the outside of her large breast. Each blow was better than the last-each time her body responded better, shaking, quivering, twisting in its bonds. Each time her eyes were filled with more pain and more fear as I covered her breasts with ugly welts, concentrating on their soft underside.

I didn't stop there, though, but continued with her gorgeous thighs, those thighs which had teased me from underneath short skirts and minis.

I crisscrossed them with agony until a glazed look came into her eyes, sweat dripping from her body, limp in its bonds. I took out a hose and sprayed cool water over her body, playing it across her burning tits and up into her cunt.

My cock was throbbing now, and I wanted to take her right then, but I had more plans for her, many more plans. When she opened her eyes again after I had finished spraying her I saw animal fear, and almost broke down and took her there. Instead I lit up a smoke and approached her, watching her watch my hand as it brought the lit tip of the cigarette closer and closer to her swollen nipple.

She howled gratifyingly through the gag as I held it there, loving the contortions of the gagged face. I puffed on the cigarette a few times before gripping her hair, seeing her open those eyes in sick fascination to watch me watch her pain and fear. I held her head still as I held the tip long against her other nipple, feeling her agony through her body. Those lovely eyes began to leak tears, and when she opened her eyes I saw them glisten with terror and pleading.

I went through a pack on her nipples and tits, leavingthem swollen and marked, watching and feeling her agony as I burned her. She was slumped in her bonds now, the pain having overwhelmed her. Slight whimperings echoed from her throat as I ran my hand over the ruined flesh of her tits. I slapped one, hard, bringing her jerking up, screaming, as I commanded: Look at me bitch. Look at me.

She opened her eyes and I saw despair, and I almost came without touching her. I held up a lighter and flicked it to life, seeing the despair deepen in her eyes. I brought the flame down between us and licked it across her pubic mound, the stench of burning hair filling the basement. I did it slowly and surely, leaving the flesh of her cunt burned and swollen as she howled at the pain.

It was an animal howl. It was time now, so I pressed myself against her, my hand gripping her hair tight against her skull, staring into her eyes, those gorgeous pain filled eyes.

I positioned my cock against her burned cunt lips and hammered upwards, her eyes widening in pure agony, her face twisted into a parody of pain.

Every inch was ecstacy for me and agony for her. The fear and loathing and agony in her face and the howling from her throat drove me into a fury of lust, and I fucked her like a madman, cursing her with every thrust until I spilled my seed deep into her slut belly. When I was finished I stepped back and looked at by ex-boss, hanging limp against the chains, her large tits ugly with lash and burn marks, her cunt oozing blood from the burning and brutal fucking, my come leaking out down the inside of her beautiful whipped thigh.

I wasn't done, though. I unchained her, holding her strenthless body in my arms as I removed the gag, to replace it with a larger dildo gag. I forced her to her hands and knees and place fixed the gag against the same wall, her nose a mere inches from the brick.

I took her hands and locked them to the floor, and I took her knees and ankles and locked them to the floor wide apart, exposing her abused cunt and sweet, sweet asshole, her beautiful firm ass jutting up like an offering.

I took another whip, made to flay the flesh from a body, and measured my stroke. Exhausted and beaten as she was she still howled as I striped her ass, leaving a long bloody mark against that smooth flesh. She had screamed herself hoarse by the time I finished, blood running in rivulates down her crack to pool on the floor beneath her legs. I laid one final lash up against her cunt, tearing that tender abused flesh from her body, earning me one more howl of agony.

I dropped to my knees behind her then, and gripped her bloodied flesh in my hands, pulling apart her muscular ass and plunging my cock deep into her exposed asshole. A tormented choking sound came from her body as I plunged into her, the path slicked by her blood.

I mocked her as I fucked her ass, taking long, slow strokes, prolonging her agony. When I came I howled and dug my fingers into her abused flesh, delighting in using this piece of flesh before me. I stood and washed he clean of the blood, then unchained her. I applied first aid to those parts of her worse off, since she had to last at least a few more days. I had so many ideas. 0x00005362????????? Thu Jan 09 00:18:25 1997 Path: nntp.earthlink.net!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!tezcat!feed1.news.erols.com!super.zippo.com!zdc!szdc!mdrn From: [email protected] (Wiley06) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short_14.0 (mmf rape) Date: 7 Jan 1997 14:12:13 -0800 Organization: Zip News Lines: 360 Message-ID: <[email protected]> Status: O Author's Note: Not one of my best stories, but serviceable.

It is also a bit more brutal than usual, as it describes a gang rape. As usual, comments are welcome. Enjoy, Wiley06 Jan Wilson chided her Chihuahua as he tugged at the leash. She loved this time of day-a few hours after work, the night air cool, the moon peeking full between the trees, and she loved living near the park, even though it was small.

Only four blocks of trees and grasses and hidden paths to wander in, to lose herself from her daily worries of life. She stretched her arms over her head, her thirty four year old 5'3" frame beautiful in the dim light, her small breasts pushing insistently against a plain white T-shirt, her legs, strong and shaped by years of gym in college filled out her faded denim jeans, while her ass was round and full and tight.

She shook her straight brown hair, falling just below her shoulders and parted down the middle, out of her eyes, the ends curling up slightly. Her skin was a creamy white, setting off her brown eyes and pale lips, her features strong and youngish for a woman her age.

Her face brightened as she smiled indulgently down at the Chihuahua as he tugged again at the leash, barking madly at something around the bend in the path. Dan Jones and five of his coworkers down at the factory had just gotten finished with a drinking and bitching session; each had been screwed royally by their ex's in their divorces and each was brooding in the still cool air of the evening, the smell of sweat and dirt and beer wafting around them as the bunched together, some instinct drawing them close.

Some damn dog's barking, he thought as the sound split the air, disturbing the men as the rounded a bend in the path, a tiny dog barking madly at them, straining at the chain while some woman held it easily back and stepped to the side of the path to let them pass.

He saw her slip on the edge of the paved walk and her hand slipped from the leash, her dog darting forward, nipping at Tyrone's ankles. "God damn son of a bitch," Tyrone cursed as the damned rat bit his ankle before screeching in pain and scampering off at full speed as he kicked it viciously. "What the hell's wrong with your dog lady?" he snarled, turning toward the woman. "Oh god, T-Cup. Come back T-Cup," she called after her dog, trying to follow her fleeing pet, only to be brought up short by a hand gripping her upper arm.

What the. she thought as she looked at the hand-it was large and black, fitting the man to whom it was attached. She looked up at him and tried to pull away as he shook her.

"Your damned dog bit me, lady. Look at this." He held up his ankle, showing a small scratch and a bit of blood. "What are you going to do about it lady?" "Let go of me," she shook free of his hand and straightened up, looking around herself, assessing the situation. It didn't look good to her-the six men formed a half circle around her and the large black man, and every one of them smelled of filth and alcohol.

She shuddered slightly and spoke up. "I'm sorry about my dog. Here," she fumbled with her purse, pulling out a pen and paper, "here's my name and phone number.

I'll pay for the doctor's bills and I'll bring in T- Cup so he can be tested." She held out the paper. Dan watched Tyrone closely. He had been admiring the woman-with her small, tight, muscular body, her small tits, her narrow waist, her big brown eyes, and could see that Tyrone saw it too. She was a looker, a real looker, and here she was, all alone, no one around, in this park. For a moment the face of his ex-wife overlay hers as she stood there, and he wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad.

He shook himself, smiling as he thought of what he could do to her if she was his ex. Tyrone took the paper from her fingers. "Well, Jan, I don't think this is going to be satisfactory." Dan could see his eyes shining, and he stepped forward, closer to them, sensing the others doing the same-it was as if they were all of one mind, a pack closing in for the kill. "What do you mean? I.I don't have any money on me.I never carry money on my walks." Jan stepped back, fumbling at her purse, fear blossoming as she looked at the suddenly feral faces of these men, the park turning from a place of joy to a place of terror so suddenly.

"I don't want your money, BITCH," Tyrone yelled, lunging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulders as she turned to run, jerking her toward him as he enclosed her in a bear hug as she screamed and fought against him. "Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up," Tyrone was yelling, and Dan quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape from his work-belt and moved in, shoving aside the others who had crowded close.

His cock jerked as he saw the fear in her eyes as she thrashed in Tyrone's arm, fear which grew as he ripped off a one foot piece of tape and covered her screaming mouth, Tommy gripping her hair to hold her head still.

This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening her mind kept telling her as one of the men put piece after piece of duct tape over her mouth before finally wrapping a piece all the way around her head, muffling her screams to plaintive bleating.

Adrenaline coursed through her body as the black man forced her to the ground on her belly, laying on top of her, suffocating her. Oh my lord Jesus she tried to focus, to focus on prayers, to remove herself from this situation, to take her mind away from the horror as they grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her, making her cry out in pain as they bound her wrists behind her.

The wind was knocked out of her as they flipped her onto her back, and she stared up at the faces of six animals, their faces twisted in hate and lust as they stared down at her, the hands of the black man tearing at the buttons on her jeans. Fucking bitch, Dan thought, fucking bitch was going to get it good- real good.

Her eyes were wide as she stared up at them, the buttons on her jeans popping open as Tyrone tore at them. A sudden thought struck him, and he grabbed Tyrone by the shoulder, "Wait. Not here. It's too open. There's a restroom just up that way," he pointed. "Let's take the bitch there and enjoy this." He saw Tyrone look at him, his eyes glazed over with hate, and grunt, lifting the squirming, struggling woman to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder.

"Lead on, Dan." Dan hurried to bathroom, the smell of it reaching him long before he entered it, the smell of old urine and flooded toilets, the floor damp and fragrant as his boots slipped on the tile. The dim light of the bulb overhead barely illuminated the small space, a space now crowded with six men and their victim. Two urinals stood on one of the walls and a single toilet stood open against the other.

He moved in with the others to surround the woman. Jan choked in terror and humiliation with the press of bodies and hands around her. Hands tugged at her pants, pulling them from her legs, ripping off her shoes with them, the cool air raising goose-bumps on her legs, the sweat of fear coating them as hands gripped and prodded and pinched her thighs. She squirmed uncontrollably as fingers jabbed at her cunt and others reached under her shirt, pushing aside her bra to claw at her breasts, her small nipples standing out firm as fingernails scratched over them, sending pain lancing through her body.

Dan lifted the cunt's shirt over her head and left it pressing against the back of her neck before slicing off her bra. She was such a fine piece of meat, and she was going to get what was coming to her-bitches like these were good for one thing, fucking.

This one was going to be taught her place. He sensed a maniacal grin on his face as he twisted her breast in his hand, feeling her body tense in pain, the hands of the others tearing her panties off, fingers jabbing at her cunt, hands mauling her firm, tight ass.

"MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!" she screamed through the gag as the big black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked flesh bruising against the hard, slimy floor, her lithe, strong body struggling against the hands of the men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into her cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and breasts.

This couldn't be happening she still thought even as fingers wormed their way into her tight cunt, making her body shudder in pain even as more fingers forced their way into her ass. Her whole body was on fire with pain and fear as she felt a hand at the back of her neck, forcing her head down, making her grunt as her collar bones slammed against the edge of a toilet, flooded with piss and shit.

She tried to recoil in horror as the stench hit her, fear making bile rise in her throat as a man pushed her head down, laughter rising from viscous throats as she heard someone say "Let's see this bitch eat shit!" She sucked in a quick breath as her head was forced beneath the foul water, the taste of shit and piss harsh on her tongue as her nostrils filled with the foul fluid of the toilet.

Dan watched as the bitch was forced to her knees and her head dunked into the toilet, loving the way her body squirmed in panic as it was being abuse. Tyrone had pulled out his cock, eight inches long and thick, and was between the cunt's thighs now. He kneeled down and put a hand against her belly, the firm muscles flexing and writhing in agony and terror under her skin making his cock throb as Tyrone dug his fingers into her hips, his cock pressing harder and harder against her dry, tight cunt.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't breath, her lungs burned and she wanted to scream, relief from terror only momentary as her head was yanked from the toilet by her sopping hair, her chest heaving outward as she sucked in precious air through her nose, the taste of human waste strong in her mouth as the tape had soaked it up, bleeding the foulness into her mouth.

Suddenly she felt something big pushing against her cunt and shook her head violently, her eyes rolling in her head like a frightened colt's.

"Gonna fuck you bitch, gonna pound you you fucking whore," Dan heard Tyrone say as he slid his hand up to her hanging breasts and pushed the hands of the others aside, gripping the tit meat hard in his hand as he felt her body buck, a scream echoing through her chest as Tyrone drove his cock hard into her cunt, spearing her white flesh with his black.

He felt her whole body trembling with pain as her chest heaved and he mauled her tit meat as hard as he could, feeling another scream echo through her chest to die at the tape around her mouth. He dropped his pants and freed his cock as he watched her fingers curl above her ass, helpless like she was helpless.

The pain shocked her, the agony of the cock raping her cunt drove an animal cry from her throat, the cry of a helpless animal. She could feel every inch of it as it rammed its way into her sheath, forcing the flesh of her cunt to part, stretching it painfully, tearing at its dry walls. When his hips hit her ass and he ground his cock deep in her belly the pain and humiliation made her nauseous, and she swallowed bile along with the foulness of the toilet.

Then pain clawed at her breast and she screamed again, her whole body shaking in agony and terror and humiliation.

The next few minutes for her was a blur, the cock reaming out her cunt a jabbing agony in her groin, the hands mauling her breasts a dull agony through her chest, the hands holding her head under the foul water of the toilet driving fear deep into the pit of her belly.

It was a hellish haze of pain and fear and humiliation as these six men tormented her. Dan couldn't take any more. He pushed the others aside and grabbed the cunt by the hair, ripping off the tape quickly and brutally as he dragged her to the side, forcing Tyrone to turn with her, his cock pistoning out of her cunt madly, her asscheeks quivering with each stroke.

Her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream as the final piece of tape came off, and he shoved his cock into it, the warmth of her mouth making his whole body tingle with pleasure.

He grabbed her ears like handles and jerked his hips forward, making her gag and choke, wanting to hurt her, wanting to make her pay for everything a woman had done to him. Again and again he rammed his turgid cock against her throat, her body brutally pinioned between the two men, until she gagged violently and he pushed hard into her face, feeling his cock slide down her pulsing throat, his hips slamming into her face, a feeling of power overwhelming him as he took this cunt on her knees before him.

Jan thought she was going to die-that he was going to kill her with his cock. Her cunt still ached from the brutal fucking it was receiving, but was nothing compared to the terror and pain of the cock in her mouth, jabbing like a knife into her throat.

She began gagging and retching as he forced it into her virgin throat, her whole body spasming, rejecting what was happening to it. No more! her mind screamed as blackness clouded her vision, his hips slamming into her nose and his balls slapping against her chin. No more! she wanted to scream as the man behind her ground his hips against her soft asscheeks and groaned as he spilled his seed into her, making her turn read in shame and humiliation even as her head was jerked back and forth, a man's cock stabbing in and out of her throat, fucking her face brutally, violently.

He looked down at her head as he slammed his hips into her face again, his cock throbbing in her throat as he fucked her face. He wanted to tear her ears off, rip her tits off, and he felt a grin lust and hate twisting his lips as he looked down at Tyrone coming into the whore's cunt, to be replaced almost instantly by Tommy, taking his turn at her cunt. "Good fuck." Tyrone grunted as he staggered to his feet, the others standing, cocks out, waiting their turn now.

"Tight cunt," Tommy grimaced as he forced his way into the bitch's cunt, slapping her ass for good measure. Dan growled as he felt his seed boil up within him, and began fucking her face harder, feeling her nose smash beneath his onslaught, the warmth of her blood on his pubis setting him off as he ground his cock deep inside her throat, her lips mashed against his flesh as string after string of come flooded down her throat into her belly.

She was dizzy with pain as she felt her nose begin to bleed and the cock in her throat begin to throb, the smell of come joining the smell of shit and piss and her own bile to make her spirit quail in humiliation and shame. She knew another man was raping her cunt as the man in her throat pulled out and dropped her face to the floor, her cheek smearing the blood from her nose with the slime in the floor to cover the side of her face.

Her hair, filled with flecks of shit, fell over her face and into her mouth, but she didn't care, didn't care about anything except having this end, of having it over with, the pain, the terror, the humiliation. Dan stood as Gregory knelt at the front of her, reaching for her hair. The bitch needs it, needs to be shown her place, he thought as he looked at her battered body on its knees, her ass in the air like an offering, her head on the floor in filth and blood.

All cunt's need to be shown, he thought again, kicking her in the belly as Gregory lifted her head and drove his cock down her throat while Tommy continued to pork the cunt from behind. It began to whirl around her as cock after cock violated her throat and cunt, the pain spreading to a dull ache as the men spilled their come in her helpless body, using her like a piece of meat for their pleasure, her body a ragdoll, twisted and torn this way and that by their cocks.

She shuddered and shook and writhed and squirmed under the onslaught, her mind dull to the terror but alive to the pain, each moment an eternity as a cock barreled into her cunt or down her throat.

Suddenly she felt something pressing against her ass and she wanted to scream, to cry, to fight, to die, but the cock in her throat and the hands holding her didn't let her do anything. John had the right idea, Dan thought, his cock almost recovered as he watched John slide his wet cock from the cunt's pussy and press it against her small sphincter.

"Give it to her in the ass!" he encouraged John, "hurt the bitch." He saw the terror grip her body as she felt what was about to happen to her, saw the slight tensing of overused muscles, the sucking in of her stomach, the quivering of her tits as they hung beneath her, the tensing of her asscheeks, the frantic movements of her bound hands as John held them to one side. He heard the grunting pleas as he grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her back, watching in pleasure as John's cock began to bend the tight flesh of her anus, her sphincter beginning to slide open as he forced his cock inexorably downward.

She struggled vainly as she felt the cock press into her ass, pain greater than anything she had felt before stabbing through her body as his cock popped past her anal ring, a scream bubbling around the cock in her throat as more come flooded straight into her gut.

It felt like she was being torn apart, the cock driving inch by inch into her virgin passage, the agony a fire engulfing her ass, shooting through her nerves as she shook and screamed and tears ran down her face in rivulets, the harsh sound of her own terror and screams and the slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in her ears as one of them began slapping the side of her tits.

Another man found her mouth to drown her screams as John forced his cock all the way into her ass and began reaming her out, grimacing with the pain such a tight fit afforded him, drawing his cock back slowly before jabbing it brutally back in, loving the way she shook and screamed, loving the way her ass clenched his cock as if it were in a vise. He grinned at Dan and slapped the cunt's ass as he pulled out before jamming his cock back into her clutching ass, watching the way his cock disappeared into her shaking, writhing, sweating body.

Her anal rape seemed to go on forever, each motion a tearing of her insides, an explosion of pain which seemed never-ending. Her throat was raw from the throat fucking and her lips cracked and bleeding, her nose clogged with blood. Her mind felt only pain, wished only for surcease. Her tits flared into pain again as someone pulled at the nipples, but it was as nothing to the agony coursing through her from her ass.

She could feel every inch of the cock buried deep inside her bowels, and she screamed around the cock in her throat each time it moved. Dan took his next turn on the cunt's ass, loving the way it made her squeal and shudder in his grasp.

He finished in her cunt, sloppy from the other's come, her body limp and exhausted from being repeatedly raped by all six of them. She barely made a noise when he slapped her ass hard, and he grinned to himself as he spilled his seed inside her. This cunt had learned her place-a piece of meat to be fucked and discarded. She slid to the floor as the last of her rapists finished using her, her whole body one mass of aching pain.

She stayed unmoving as hands rolled her onto her back, her legs spread, her cunt a swollen mass of tissue, her pubic hair matted with come and slime from the floor, her breasts red with small tears in the flesh from the abuse they had taken, her lips swollen and bleeding, her nose dripping blood, her face and hair covered with blood and come and shit.

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She groaned weakly as she felt the first stream of piss against her face, turning her battered face to one side as it bounced from her teeth.

A second, then third, stream hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was flooding over her body, her breasts, her cunt, her hair, her mouth, her nose, her belly, as she writhed weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week light illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased and the men left her there, a used doll, a broken puppet they had used to release their hatred. She was barely conscious enough to notice that T-Cup had returned and was licking her face, whining softly.

0x000035E5????????? Thu Jan 09 00:20:21 1997 Path: nntp.earthlink.net!mr.net!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!news-xfer.netaxs.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!super.zippo.com!zdc!news1.mpcs.com!anon.lcs.mit.edu!nym.alias.net!mail2news Date: 8 Jan 1997 21:34:52 -0000 Message-ID: <[email protected]> From: Wiley06 <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short_16.0 (mmf nc/ee teen) Mail-To-News-Contact: [email protected] Organization: [email protected] Lines: 221 Status: N Author's note: I got this story idea from someone who suggesting forcing cunningless on a cheerleader.

I thought 'why the hell not' and out popped this story, which I may or may not finish to its natural conclusion. Enjoy, Wiley06 Cindy stared in wide-eyed horror as she faced her boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team.

"You can't mean this, Tommy, please." She tried to hug him, confused and hurt and scared. She was a sophomore on the cheerleading squad, her blond good looks and lithe, womanly body combined with a friendly personality to make her one of the more popular underclasswomen on the campus.

It wasn't too big a surprise when Tommy had asked her out, and they had been going out for two months now, and she really cared about him-she couldn't understand why he was doing this to her. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, holding her away, as tears blurred her vision, her big blue eyes glistening in the dim light of the locker room. She had followed Tommy in here because he had wanted a blowjob-she had been giving him head every day for two weeks now, enjoying how much he enjoyed the way she used her mouth on him-and had assured her that the lockerroom would be empty.

"Come on, Cindy. On the team we agreed that we'd share everything. It won't be so bad." She shook her shoulders and slapped at his hands, angry now. "No! Let me go!" She was speaking to the group of eleven boys, black and white, tall and muscular, standing silently behind Tommy-the other members of the team. She stood there, shaking in fury and fear and hurt, her lean, long legs two clean white pillars leading up to the skimpy cheerleading skirt hiding her firm round ass.

Her white blouse hid her smallish breasts, her arms quivering from behind white sleeves. They moved around her silently at a nod from Tommy, like a nightmare, silent and inexorable.

She stood, more stunned that Tommy would try to force her to do this, would force her to fellacio the entire team, than that he had asked her to. Hands gripped her upper arms as she stared dumbly around her, at five foot six tall for her age, but dwarfed by the boys around her. She shuddered, and resisted as they forced her onto her back on one of the narrow benches in the isles, her legs on either side of it, her skirt riding up her legs, falling gently between her thighs, her breasts thrusting up as they pulled her arms under the bench.

She couldn't think-she was stunned, only able to look pleadingly at Tommy, who smiled down at her. "It won't be so bad, Cindy. Just relax." He turned his eyes away from hers as she whispered, "Tommy, no, don't," tears streaming down her face, her body shaking as if she hypothermia. "Tie her hands up," she heard Tommy say, and for the first time she realized that it was really going to happen, that Tommy was really planning to give her to his teammates.

She screamed, the sound echoing around the locker room like a death cry as her lithe body strained against the hands suddenly grown hard on her arms and her thighs and her chest, holding her down, sinking into her firm white flesh, burning her as her stomach heaved as she struggled.

She screamed again, a primitive howl as she felt tape wrapped around her wrists under the bench, her thighs quivering as the struggled to lift themselves against the hands holding the down, bent at the knees, her feet flat on the floor.

She wanted to kick them, hurt them, get them off of her, but they held her down, her arms pinned beneath the bench, hands pressing into the white flesh of her thighs, more hands pressing down against her chest, flattening her breasts as she strained against them. Muscles corded in her neck as she lifted her head, her pretty face twisted by a screaming "NOOOO!" as Tommy straddled her stomach, bunching up her blouse in front of him, the feel of his jeans rough against her flesh, and began to unbutton her blouse.

She was panting deeply, her head hanging from the end of the bench, her straight blonde hair pooling against the hard concrete of the lockerroom floor, an upside-down view of ankles and calves and hairy thighs disorienting her as she felt Tommy's hands spreading open her blouse, his touch, once so desired, now hated as he slipped his fingers over the top of her bra, pulling it down until it bunched under her breasts, exposing the two creamy mounds, topped by a cherry, to the eyes of the watching boys.

"Tommy, please Tommy. Stop this. I won't tell anyone. Please," she spoke to him, lifting her head so she could see him.

She felt his hands on her breasts, and blushed again as he ran his hands over her exposed breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. "AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" she screamed as he twisted her nipples violently, squeezing and tearing at them with his fingers, her scream fading to gasping pants as the pain drained from her and she felt his breath against her neck.

"Now Cindy," he said, "you've been giving me blowjobs for two weeks now. It's time for me to share with my teammates. You will blow each of them today, and you will do a good job, or I will be forced to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. Do you understand?" There was a pause, and her mind froze, realizing that he meant what he said, that he believed it. "Do you understand?" he said again, his fingers tightening on her nipples. "Yes, Tommy.

I understand," she whispered, horrified at his words. "Good. Let's get started. Me first. You are my girl." Cindy felt bile rise in her throat as she heard those words, and disgust fill her as she saw Tommy's cock bobbing upside-down in front of her face as she lay bound and held down on the lockerroom bench.

She saw hem kneel in front of her and push his cock against her lips, his hands on either side of her head, wrapped in her hair. She opened her mouth when she felt fingers at her nipples, allowing him to slide his cock into the warm depths of her mouth. Every other time she had gotten excited at this act, as feeling his swollen manhood bulging in her mouth, tasting the smoothness of his skin, the salty tang of his precum exciting her. Now it was a horror, her vision narrowed to his hairy balls, his thighs, and his asscrack.

She felt hands rubbing her breasts and stomach and thighs, and she felt sick as Tommy began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, her full lips sliding along his shaft as he began to use her mouth. "Mmmmmgggggffffff," she said through the cock in her mouth as she felt hands push her skirt up, palms pressing against her panty covered mound. She cried in frustration as she felt fingers pulling aside the cotton and press against her virgin opening-she didn't want to be raped; she hadn't asked for it.

She had wanted to be with Tommy, to make him happy, and he had betrayed her, given her up to his teammates. She sobbed softly before gagging as Tommy pressed his cock against the back of her throat, her position giving his a straight shot down her gullet. She began to panic as she felt him force his cock deeper into her throat and as the fingers at her cunt became more insistent, rubbing up and down across her labia, pulling them back, exposing her tight hole. She thrashed helplessly on the bench, her whole body shivering as she sobbed, the pain exploding in her throat dragging sharp, muffled cries and whimpers from her heaving chest, where hands mauled her young breasts and tweaked her nipples to hardness.

She felt the cock lodged in her throat as if it were happening to someone else. It was all happening to someone else: Tommy fucking her throat harder now, using her face like a cunt; the boys mauling and sucking on her breasts, bruising them with their rough treatment; the hands roaming across her flat stomach, pinching and scratching the smooth, white flesh; the fingers now sliding into her virgin cunt, painfully dragging against her clit, still hidden in the folds of her labia; the hands clenching against her firm white thighs, massaging and pinching and rubbing them as she squirmed in her bondage.

"Oh god oh god yes," she heard Tommy moan and felt his cock flex within her throat, and felt the weird sensation of his come spurting down her esophagus, filling her belly with his seed, his cock buried in her mouth to its base, his balls pressing against her nose, filling her with the scent of him. She shuddered as he pulled out, denying to herself that this was happening. Her mouth hung open stupidly, her pretty eyes dulled from shock, her lips puffy from Tommy's face fuck.

She saw vaguely another cock approach her, and felt it enter her mouth, her mouth engulfing it naturally, her lips stretched around the shaft as if there were always a cock there. She shuddered again at the pain of it penetrating her throat as a second boy began raping her throat, her young teenaged body shaking constantly now as hot, wet mouths seemed to be trying to devour her body.

Mouths on her breasts, on her stomach, on her thighs, on her arms, on her bush; she felt them all over her body, squirming, living things sending cold chills through her body. She gasped and squeezed tears from her eyes as she felt her panties cut away, and warm air brush up against her cunt, followed by soft lips meeting her labia. She tried to pull her hips away, her thighs and buttocks flexing futily as the weight of unknown bodies held her down. She whimpered through the cock in her throat as she felt the tip of a tongue slide itself up and down her labia, sending shocking sensations through her young body.

She couldn't think; her mind seemed to have shut down. Her young virgin body was being assaulted and she could do nothing, nothing, mouths and lips and tongues all over her body and a cock down her throat spasming as it shot its load deep into her belly, tasting salty and sweet as it rested in her mouth before he pulled it fully out of her mouth, her throat swallowing reflexively, sending his come to fill her stomach, her stomach which writhed under the attentions of wet, warm, living _things_ sucking and licking and kissing it like the things against her breast nipping at her nipples, teeth hard sending sharp pains through her body.

Mouths at her thighs sucked and licked while hands squeezed and one mouth right at her cunt make her squirm in their grip, a mouth teasing her soft, virgin flesh, a tongue gently probing between the labia, wetting it, sliding along it, searching for her clit, swirling around it, sending shocks of sensation through her young body which tightened her stomach and made her sick, sick to be suffering this, suffering this all because of Tommy, whom she had trusted.

A third boy was fucking her throat and her world narrowed down to her head being jerked back and forth, her blond hair sweeping the floor with each thrust of the cock in her throat, the thump of the hips against her chin and the balls against her nose counting time for her as hands tore at her scalp and mouths crawled over her succulent flesh.

She felt the cold sweats envelope her as lips found her clit and began sucking on it, drawing it into a hot mouth where a tongue ran around it, fingers probing deep into her virgin cunt, one, two, more, stretching her as sensations flooded her body from the mouths and hands covering her, flaring at her breasts and clit and cunt, making her want to scream for them to stop, to stop, to get off of her and leave her alone as the cock slid in and out of her throat and the teeth chewed at her nipples and breasts and the tongue rubbed her clit back and forth and back and forth until she started shaking, shame and horror flooding her mind as her nerves caught fire and her cold sweat began to burn against her skin along with the mouth and fingers and hands and tongues and even the cock in her throat send shocking wave after wave of staccato sensation, hot, burning, shaking, quivering, tension seeming to build in her teenaged virgin body, to build from the pit of her stomach, tightening it as sensations assaulted her shaking, thrashing, bucking form, tightening it tighter and tighter and tighter until she howled through the cock spasming in her throat and every muscle stood out in sharp definition from her strong thighs and come flooded from her virgin box to soak the lips and mouth and tongue working her swollen clit and her stomach heaved and clenched and heaved again as an unbearable pleasure more unbearable for being forced clawed its way through her young body, tearing at her mind, heaving at her body like an animal trying to escape all the while the lips and mouths and tongues and hands and the cock in her throat kept working, trapping the clawed animal of pleasure in her body, exhausting it in its thrashings and strainings and screamings until she lay limp on the bench with a new cock down her throat and the mouths and lips and fingers and hands and teeth still trying to consume her succulent white flesh.

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