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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: an120549@anon.penet.fi

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Kimberly grunted around the cock filling her throat as another

cock came in her ass, filling her bowels to overflowing with jism.

She was in a sexual daze, sweat and come slicking her slender young

body and matting her long dark brown hair to her head, back, and

arms. She grunted again as the cock popped out of her ass and

another shoved itself into her well used cunt, dripping semen down

her thighs. Her knees felt bruised by the tile floor of the locker

room shower as she kneeled there, like a bitch in heat, getting

fucked over and over and over again.

She remembered how it had started, with a simple dare. At

fifteen, a freshman, she was the youngest member of the

cheerleading squad; that and her unusual beauty made the other

girls envious of her, so she was always trying her best to fit in.

She stood about five four, and was Hawiaan, with beautiful almond

eyes, turned up at the corners, and general asian cast to her

features, although her skin was a deep, gorgeous brown. Her

breasts, though not fully formed, were an appealing B-cup, accented

by her tiny waist and full hips. She danced a lot, so her legs were

beautiful and trim, as was the rest of her body, firm with youth

and exercise.

A dare, she thought as she felt more come slide down her throat,

a dare by the other girls to go into the boys locker room after the

football practice, to dash in and then dash out, a dare she had

taken. She remembered waiting until she had heard the showers

going, waiting until the coach was gone, and then, still in her

cheerleading costume, tiptoeing into the locker room, seemingly

empty yet filled with the echoing babble of young men's voices.

She had made it halfway across the room, catching glimpses of

male flesh in the showers as she crept across the floor, when she

heard someone yell, "HEY! GUYS! Look what we got here!" She turned

and ran, only to be tackled by one of the football players wearing

only a towel. She was mortified at being caught, and she began to

grow frightened as she heard a clamor of boys as they surrounded

her, their naked feet and ankles the only thing she could see.

"Let me up! Let me up!" she screamed as she struggled on the

hard floor of the locker room.

"Let's give her a shower!" she heard someone yell, and was

lifted bodily from the ground, one person holding each of her

limbs, her ass hanging slightly toward the ground as she struggled

and bucked in their grasp.

"Let go of me!" she yelled and screamed, wishing she had never

taken this dare.

Suddenly she felt cold water splash against her body, suspended

almost four feet horizontally above the ground, soaking her

cheerleading uniform. She screamed as the water became hot, then

cold again, then hot, and she was surrounded by laughing, joking,

screaming voices. Her mind was spinning but she still struggled,

hoping that they would let her go after they had had their fun. Her

outfit was plastered to her body, revealing her heaving, jiggling

breasts as she squirmed, captive, in their hands.

"Nice tits," she heard someone say, and then she felt a hand

grabbing her breast, squeezing and mauling it, causing her to

redouble her efforts to escape.

"Stop it! Stop! Let me gooo!" she yelled, futily, as she felt

more hands reach in and touch her, grab her, maul her legs,

stomach, breasts, even her crotch. Suddenly the water was off and

she was on the ground on her back, hands holding her legs and arms

while other hands felt their way across her body, pulling off her

skimpy cheerleading clothes.

"Tits...legs...cocksucker...fuck her...wants it...cunt..." she

heard from different voices as hands fought over her body, gripping

her ass, her legs, slapping her stomach, her breasts, her face. She

screamed NOOOOOOOOO! as she felt hands around her vagina, fingers

insistantly poking at her opening until they painfully entered her

while others pinched and pressed at her clitorus and still others

entered her anus.

She lay there, struggling and gasping and screaming as the hands

became less and less prodding and poking and more and more

insistent and erotic. The screams turned to moans now as her body

responded to the seemingly infinite hands fondling her body, making

her nipples and labia fill with blood and ache with desire, her

toes curling with the sensation.

Hot lips met hers and she felt a tongue enter her mouth; she

kissed back and felt pleasure suffuse her body. Her legs were

pulled apart and she felt lips at her breasts, kissing and sucking

and biting, and a cock pressing against her damp, slick cunt. She

grunted in pain and pleasure as it was rammed into her, her body

and mind awhirl with the sensations engulfing it.

She felt herself filled with come and then emptiness, only to be

filled almost immediately with another cock. Hands guided her

hands, with their slender, delicate fingers, to more cocks, and she

began to masturbate them, lost in a sexual haze. Someone jerked her

head awkwardly back and a cock was thrust into her gasping mouth

and rammed forcefully down her throught. She gasped and choked, her

body retching, but it only added to the pleasure taking over her

body.

More come filled her cunt and she felt her legs lifted to right

angles with her body and then spread wide, exposing her asshole.

Another person sat lightly on her heaving stomach and scooted up,

gripping her breasts in his hands and closing them around his cock,

mauling them into a tit-cunt which he fucked with abandon.

She felt herself come, and explosive, overwhelming orgasm, when

one person thrust his cock into her ass and another spilled his

seed down her throat. It wasn't the end, though, as the hands and

the cocks and the mouths continued to assualt her, and she found

herself coming again and again.

One time she was laying on her back on top of someone, his cock

filling her ass, her cunt stuffed full with another man's cock,

while a third man punched his cock down her throat and hands and

mouths caressed her body and breasts, sending wave after wave of

sexual energy coursing through her body.

Another found her lying on her stomach on top of someone, cunt

and ass filled with cock, hands busy masturbating more cock, and

mouth and throat busy with still another cock.

She didn't know how many times she had been fucked, or in what

positions, but she didn't care. Since her first orgasm it had

almost been one continuous come for her, and she loved the feeling

of come and sweat coating her body, loved the way it sucked

greedily at all the cocks which came near it.

She found out later that they kept her there for over three

hours while all thirty two of them fucked her repeatedly every

which way they could think of. Near the end, they decided to use

her as a toilet, urinating and shitting on her while she moaned in

the ecstacy of her abuse. They even pissed down her throat and up

her ass, and made her lick them clean after they defacated on her,

and she loved every minute of it, her twitchings and squirmings

only stopping after being left laying in a pool of urine and

excriment for almost a half hour, everyone having left.

Slowly, agonizingly, she stood up, turned on the shower, and

cleaned herself up. She then put on her clothes and staggered out

of the locker room. She had won the dare, she though, her mind

numbed by her experience.

~Subject: Short 4.0 (mf n/c asian)

~From: an87648@anon.penet.fi (WILEY)

Warning: This story contains non-consensual sex between a white

male and an asian female. If you don't like this type of stuff,

don't read it-it's that simple.

Author's note: The fourth short, one which I may continue

unless someone else decides to.

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Terry trembled on the end of the cock filling her cunt, her

hands and knees bruised by the hard tiled floor of the office. Her

small, lithe Japanese body dripped sweat onto the ground while she

grunted to the man's thrusts behind her, her small, round breasts

pulled from her body by gravity to swing back and forth. She felt

her body flutter as the man began filling her with his seed, and

she clamped down on her pussy, a flush of pleasure filling her

body. Her mind rebelled: oh, god, she thought, how could she be

enjoying this? What kind of whore was she?

She had been working late; at 28 years of age and just two years

out of law school, she was a go getter. Every day in a dark blue

suit which turned her trim, attractive figure hard, matching nylons

accenting her well formed legs, made more appealing by the two or

three inch heals she wore, and her long, straight, black hair

pulled back from her face to fall in a French braid down her back,

making her high cheekbones, petite features, and flashing eyes seem

severe, she strode through the halls of her office with confidence

and an attitude. They called her the dragon lady behind her back,

but she didn't care: she was going to make junior partner in one

of the most prestigous law firms in the country in record time, and

from there, partner.

It wasn't unusual for her to work late, but it was unusual for

her to be disturbed by the janitor waxing the floors. The noise

was driving her to distraction. Angry, she stood and strode down

the hall, approaching the man standing behind the waxing machine,

her heels clacking authoritatively against the floor.

"Turn that machine off!" she snapped at the man.

With a flip of the switch he killed the machine, looking over

this woman who was so imperiously glaring at him. He almost smiled

as he slowly looked her over, noting how at 5'3" she challenged his

well muscled 6'1", and especially noting how attractive she could

be if she didn't try so hard to be such a bitch.

"Pardon me, ma'am, but I have a job to do."

Noticing him look her over, she began to tremble in rage. "I

have a job to do, and you're keeping me from it," she spat out.

"Now you can either find something else to do, quietly, or you can

find a new job."

His face slid from amusement to a hardness. Bitch, he thought,

fucking bitch. Telling him his job, threatening him, thinking she

was better than he was....

"You can't fire me," he said, his voice dangerous.

"Try me." With that, she turned on her heel and headed back

down the hall to her offices.

Red colored his vision as he stood there frozen, watching her

hard back move away from him. Don't let that cunt get away with

treating you like that, his mind yelled, pushing his body into

motion. With four quick strides he caught up to her and snarled as

his hand grabbed a fistful of hair, the muscles in his arm bunching

as he swung her hard into the wall, a sense of elation filling him

as she became merely and extension of his arm, his strength

becoming his power over this cunt.

As she turned on her heel, her anger had become hard: she had

shown him, she thought. Suddenly she felt movement behind her and

yelped as she felt her hair grabbed. Her hands flew up to her hair

and then in front of her as she was thrown off balance, her ankle

twisting to one side as her shoe twisted beneath her. She had lost

control of her body and the wall slamming into her came suddenly

and shockingly, stunning her as she bounced away from the wall.

Again she was thrown against the wall, this time realization

overcoming the shock of it all and she felt the pain of the contact

as her mind blazed in fury and fear. That son of a bitch, her mind

screamed, I'll kill him. I'll have him fired, blackballed, and

arrested, and then her forebrain stopped working and her brainstem

took over as she was tossed like a rag doll onto the floor, landing

hard, knocking the back of her head against the tile, temperarily

dazing her.

God it felt good, he thought as adrenaline rushed through him,

and he slammed her into the wall again, thinking bitch, fucking

bitch. Not good enough for her? Well, he'd have her singing a

different tune; he flung her down hard onto the tiled floor and

watched for a moment as she bounced once, her head striking the

tile with a thud, and then he fell on top of her, straddling her

stomach and waist.

Everything had happened in a blur, and the hormones coursing

through her body made her tense and panicky. Her breath left her

as he sat heavily on her waist and stomach. Son of a bitch, she

thought, recovering, and tried to hit him. His face was locked

into a grinning rictus and fear fluttered through her breast as he

knocked her hands away easily, and then slapped her hard on the

side of the head.

"Ah! Ah!" she exclaimed as each blow fell against her head and

face, futily trying to fend the viscious slaps off with her hands.

The blows stopped and in the second it took her to recover she felt

her shoulders and back jerked off the ground as he ripped her white

blouse violently open. "No!" she cried as she fought to keep his

hands away from completely tearing away her blouse, her narrow,

firm stomach and ribs exposed to his view. He slapped her upside

the head again and shifted his weight, and for a moment she was

free, scrambling to get out from under him, but then she felt his

strong hands on her shoulders as he flipped her over onto her

stomach, knocking the wind from her as the cool tiles pressed

against her stomach as he settled his weight down on her lower

back.

The bitch fought like a wildcat, but his blood was up, and the

feeling of his open palm against the bitch's face was unbelievable,

as was the sound of her little cries and the satisfying smack as he

landed each blow. It wasn't enough, though; he had bigger and

better plans for this little bitch. He reached down and ripped

open her blouse, watching in delight as her head snapped back as

her shoulders flew off the ground. One hard yank and it was open,

and he caught himself at the sight: her stomach was flat and firm

and her waist waspish, and her breasts, still encased in a white

bra, were perfectly porportioned to her small ribcage, her olive

skin smooth and without blemish. Her struggles increased as he

tried to pull off the blouse, so he flipped her over onto her

stomach and dragged the blouse back until it was only her around

her lower arms.

His cock was rock hard now, her struggles turning him on as she

thrashed beneath him. She'd have it filling her belly before long,

he thought, an ingenious idea coming to him at that moment. He

twisted the torn blouse around her lower arms and hands, wrapping

them up tight; it would make things easier for him, although she

was sure to get out of the tangle sooner or later.

Breathing hard now, the struggle began to take its toll on her:

he was so much stronger, there wasn't anything she could do. When

she felt her arms pulled behind her as he struggled to pull off her

blouse, she paused for an instant, catching her breath, before

trying yet again to buck him off. She moaned out loud as she felt

him wrap the blouse around her arms, pinning them there, and she

began screaming and yelling.

"Let me go! You bastard! Let me go! Son of a bitch!"

Ignoring her screams-no one could here them anyway-he tore her

bra from her, using a small pocket knife he always kept with him.

By then she had almost worked her hands loose, but he still had

time to get the bitch's skirt off before he'd have to deal with

that problem. He half stood, half crouched over her, stepping back

and grabbing the waist of her skirt in both hands. With a jerk, he

pulled it up and back, yanking the whore's whole body off the

ground and making a satisfying ripping sound as the garment slipped

off her hips.

When he yanked her bra from her, her mind was a pit of rage and

fear, and she began frenziedly working to free her arms. Suddenly

his weight was off her and she tried to squirm away when her body

was jacknifed into the air as he yanked on her skirt. She heard

the ugly rip of fabric and felt her skirt slide down to her

buttocks. Finally her arms came free and her hands and feet

scrabbled on the tiles as she tried to crawl away from this man.

She felt her body jerked back one, two more times, each yank

forcing the air from her lungs, and her skirt was around her knees

and she was desperately scrambling away from him, her skirt

slipping from around her feet, dragging her shoes with it. She was

halfway to her feet when a body surged up behind her and hands

gripped her waist, pulling her back down to a kneeling position.

Her pantihose were yanked down around her thighs, and she felt the

hands around her waist again, flipping her over hard onto her back.

What a hot body, he thought, flipping the cunt over. Bitch must

work out. He grinned at the thump she made as she landed on her

back, and at the desperate look of anger and terror on her face as

she flailed her arms and legs at him. He stood and tore off her

hose and panties with one motion, leaving her completely naked.

There was no doubt about it: he was going to rape her. That

fucking bastard-what right did he have? She felt her hose and

panties come off and rolled over onto her hands and knees, trying

to flee this son of a bitch. With a "Whoomph" she crashed hard

onto her stomach as he brought his full weight down on her,

crushing her to the floor. She felt his knees force her legs wide

while his own hands freed his manhood from his jeans. She felt it

flop against her bare ass and redoubled her efforts, but realized

it was futile when he grabbed her hips in two hands and jerked her

violently to her knees.

"Get ready, bitch, for the fucking of your life!"

"Noooo!" she screamed as she felt his cock prod at her vagina,

her effort to escape turning into a frenzied blur, until she froze

as his cock slid painfully into her small tunnel, a smooth invasion

of her cunt.

He loved this part, loved sticking it to them. The tighter the

better too. It wasn't so much the sex, or even the way his cock

felt, pulsing like it was going to explode deep in this cunt's

twat; it was the power, the domination, the forcing of himself into

their body, the violation of something so intimate to them. He was

surprised at this cunt, though: her cunt was slick, making his

entry smooth and pleasurable. Her body was soaked with sweat from

her struggles too, and he felt her skin slip against his hands as

he pulled her doll-like body against his.

Her mind emptied of all thought and passion as she realized he

had done it-he had penetrated her. It felt so strange, too,

unreal, to be held like this, forced like this, his prong

stretching her. She had had sex before, had used her body like she

used her brain to get to the top, and she knew she was good, for

she wouldn't have accepted less of herself-the right tool for the

right job. But it had always been cold, emotionless, on her

part-everything choreographed just so, everything arranged just so

so that she would have what she wanted when she was done. This

though was different, something to which she could feel her body

responding as he began to brutally fuck her from behind, dragging

tortured gasps from her straining lungs as he pounded into her.

Oh god it was so good he thought as he looked down at his prize.

The bitch wasn't giving him shit now, that was for sure. She

wasn't too good for him after all. He gave a small chuckle as he

heard her gasp from a particularly brutal thrust, and began fucking

her more vigorously.

As he increased his pace she closed her eyes and gritted her

teeth, the sensations from her cunt beginning to overwhelm her, but

she wasn't about to let that bastard see her debasement. But it

was like nothing she had ever felt before, she thought, as her body

began moving to its own rhythm, her ass jerking back against his

hips as he crashed into her, her moans a counterpoint to the harsh

smacking of flesh against flesh.

The bitch was getting into it, he saw, but they all did. They

all loved a big hard cock reaming them out; they were all whores.

A few more thrusts and he came, the sensation overwhelming,

followed by her cunt spasming around his still shooting member.

Fucking bitch got off, he thought as he leaned over her, one hand

on the floor as he recovered.

"Hello Ted," a voice said.

Ted quickly jerked himself from Terry and spun around, standing

and trying to put his cock away at the same time, to face Mr.

White, the Senior partner.

When Terry heard the voice panic screamed through her

conscousness followed quickly by shame and then relief. She had

been raped and now here was someone who would save her. She slid

quickly over to her clothes and covered herself up, drawing her

legs together and up.

"Mr. White," she started.

Ted's mind was racing furiously. Mr. White was a big man, but

almost sixty. He couldn't stand up to Ted, and then he would be

free. Damn that bitch! Ruining everything!

"So how was she Ted?"

Terry was stunned. Had she really heard what she thought she

heard? She glanced at the janitor and saw surprise and shock on

his face also.

"Wha?" he asked.

"I asked if she was good, Ted," Mr. White repeated patiently.

"Nooo!" Terry cried, scrambling to stand and run before this

insanity went any farther. Suddenly the booming voice of the

senior partner stilled her as his gnarled hand shot out to point at

her.

"You stay right where you are, young lady, if you value your

job!"

She froze. What was he saying? For the first time in years she

was confused and unsure of herself.

"Now, Ted, you still haven't answered me."

"Oh, she was damn good, all right, Mr. White."

"Nice and tight?"

"Sweet like teenaged pussy." He was grinning now. Mr. White

wouldn't turn him in.

"Good." Mr. White turned toward Terry, "Now don't you think you

had better clean him up?"

She was horrified by this nightmare; this couldn't be real.

"NO!" she shouted, standing, torn between staying and running.

Mr. White's voice grew hard. "I don't think you understand, you

little piece of ass. I can blackball you, I can make it so you

never work again, I can make it so that you wish you were a

janitor. If you don't do exactly what I say right now, and do it

well, I will crush you like an insignificant piece of trash. DO

YOU UNDERSTAND?"

She stood there looking at him stunned.

"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

She nodded.

"Then go ahead, give the man a blow job."

She dropped, dazed, to her knees and looked up into the grinning

visage of the janitor as he smirked at her, unzipping his pants and

pulling out his now limp cock. When she placed her mouth over it

she tasted her own juices on it, but didn't let that stop her.

Slowly, under her skilled mouth and tongue, it grew until she could

only fit half of it in her mouth. She wondered if Mr. White wanted

her to deep throat it-she could, but it hurt. He had said make it

good, so she swallowed, steeled herself, and jammed his cock down

her throat until her nose smashed up against his pubic hair.

Ted moaned as the cunt took him down her throat. Who would have

thought the bitch could do that? Then something struck him as he

looked over at Mr. White: "You planned all this, didn't you?"

Mr. White laughed. "What do you think? I put a hot looking Jap

queen bitch and an ex-con put away for four counts of rape against

Japs together and you think I didn't plan this?" He laughed again.

"Why the hell do you think I hired you? After the first year I

knew this ice queen wasn't going to make it-she was too

aggressive, to domineering, and that doesn't even work for men. I

kept her anyway, and got you. You got it?"

Ted smiled. "I got it."

"Good."

Terry heard all this with growing horror. Her world was

crashing down around her. She wasn't good enough for partner? Not

even as an associate? She was only kept on so that this, this,

janitor could rape her? There was nothing, nothing left to her,

she thought, her head bobbing up and down, sliding the cock back

and forth in her throat.

"Back to business," she heard Mr. White say. "Ted, don't you

think it would be nice if you could watch Terry there play with

herself while she blew you?"

"Ya. I'd like that."

"You heard the man, Terry."

Terry flushed crimson throughout her body. Mr. White was

humiliating her-she couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe

this was happening to her.

"Don't forget, Terry," he said, "you don't do a good job, you're

out anyway. And don't even think about going to the cops-who're

they going to believe, you or me?"

She knew he was right, knew that if she wanted to retain any

little scrap of her previous life she would have to do as he said.

Slowly she let her right hand slide down her stomach to her still

sensitive labia and clitorus. Rubbing herself to coat her fingers

in her own lubricant, she began sawing back and forth at her clit,

spreading her legs so that she could get better access.

Masturbating herself, her throat around the janitor's cock, she

felt a strange rush of pleasure. The humiliation of doing

something like this against her will, in front of Mr. White, to a

janitor, was somehow exciting. Sex had never before been exciting,

and she felt her body flush with pleasure as her mind thought of

what she must look like. She began to masturbate in earnist,

sucking even harder on Ted's cock. She felt his hands grip her

head and he began fucking her face violently, but she didn't care:

she reached down now with both hands and shoved two fingers up her

twat while she furiously rubbed her clit. She came hard, her

stomach knotting up in pleasure, as she felt Ted's come slide down

her throat.

"I think she'll do," she heard Mr. White say. "Bring her to my

car; I think my son and daughter in law would like to play with her

tonight." ~Subject: Short 4.1 (unfinished)

~From: an120549@anon.penet.fi

* * * * * * * *

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: an120549@anon.penet.fi

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Blood ran from her wrists down her arms as she hung, whimpering

and crying and wailing, six inches above the floor. Her firm, proud

young body jerked and trembled under the continuous whipping and

beating of the five men in the room with her. Her head whipped back

and forth, in tune with the agony coursing through her body,

tossing her long, long blond hair, reaching down to her ankles,

back and forth across her back and buttocks, sticking to the sweat

and seeping blood covering her body. Her large blue eyes were

closed and swollen with tears, showing long, glistening lashes; her

full, luscious red lips trembled and worked spasmatically as she

continued to cry and scream and beg for release.

Her round, upthrusting breasts jiggled and swayed as she was

jerked back and forth by the blows raining against her body, blood

oozing from the marks of thin canes. Her legs thrashed wildly as

the torture continued, each blow against her crotch sending her

howling and swinging from her tortured wrists.

Edward motioned his lackies to stop the blows and stood looking

at his prize, now whimpering and sobbing softly, her body jerking

spasmatically, uncontrollably, in remembrance of the agony she had

just endured. Edward thought of her as she was just one hour ago,

a beautiful young college student, an American, proud and sure in

her freedom and education. American, he thought, and spat. Now she

was no more than a bloody piece of meat hanging before him, still

luscious with her curves and her soft, trembling flesh. He walked

behind her and grabbed her inner thighs, slick with sweat and

blood, in his hands, pulling her up and spearing her up the ass

with his hard cock, earning him a delicious howl of agony as he

felt her skin tear before his rampaging phallus. One of his men

stepped up and thrust hard into her cunt, and they worked her

trembling, squirming, thrashing, twisting, mewling, sweating,

bleeding body between them until they shot deep inside her, to be

replaced by more of his men.

They had all fucked her twice by the time the cut her ruined

wrists and shoulders free and let her fall to the floor, before

they made her crawl around on all fours, kicking her when she fell,

exhausted from the pain, until she got back up and continued. He

made her take them all in her mouth, knowing she would be happy for

the respite from the pain, and luxuriated in the soft warmth of her

mouth. He let hope of release build up before he took her outside

and strapped her on her hands and knees over a wooden block. After

he and his men had emptied their bladders and bowels over her, he

let the dogs loose, and stood back and watched as what remained of

her lush young body was taken again and again by his animals,

delighting in the continuous cries flowing from her lips and the

delicious straining of her body.

He left her there over-night, keeping company with the dogs, and

had his servants release her the following morning. If she was

lucky, she would make it to some red cross personel, for then she'd

probably live. Otherwise, well, there were a lot of beggars and

theives who really didn't care what their pussy looked like....

~Subject: Short 6.0 (mmf nc teen asian)

~From: an120549@anon.penet.fi (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.

She remembered they had gone out to dinner, and she had talked,

and he had talked, and then he had taken her back to his place,

since he had forgotten to bring the flowers he had gotten her. He

invited her in to meet his parents, but instead found Greg waiting

for her just inside the door. Greg, a six foot two, two hundred

pound offensive lineman, had picked her up like she was a ragdoll

and thrown her to the ground. She hadn't realized what was going on

even as he ripped the clothes off her. It was only when she had

seen Tommy stepping out of his pants that she had realized that he

was going to rape her.

And rape her he had, taking her virginity brutally while she

thrashed and screamed and begged and pleaded beneath him, the pain

and humiliation and betrayal and shame making her buck with inhuman

strenth to throw him off, but all in vain. He had taken her with

his friend Greg watching and helping, and they had laughed each

time she screamed after he drove into her hard. And they had joked

after he had come and was still inside her, with her moaning,

defeated, on the ground.

She had thought they would let her go then, but she was wrong.

Greg wanted his turn, and had tied her bent over a chair so he

could have "her remaining virgin hole." It was a hell from which

she felt she'd never be released.

"You really think the chandaleer is strong enough?" she heard

Greg ask, his cock thankfully removed from her anus.

"Sure. Hell, I used to swing from it when I was ten. She can't

weigh much more than I did. Of course, we'll have to gag her. We

don't want her caterwauling bringing over the neighbors."

"Ok. Let's do it." They laughed and she heard them giving each

other a high five.

She had no fight left in her as they untied her, ignoring her

pleadings to be released. Still she managed to squirm and try to

keep Tommy from shoving her panties into her mouth until Greg

grabbed her head and forced her jaw open. Tape then covered the

lower half of her face as she was effectively gagged, and the rope

was brought around to fasten her arms together in front of her, her

wrists fastened painfully together.

Tommy held his prize at arms length, gazing at her in

admiration. She was a beauty, all right, the tears streaming down

her face, the look of horror in her gorgeous asian eyes, her wide,

delicate nose flaring as she breathed, her long blue-black hair

frayed from its braid to fall across her shoulders, the way her

shoulders shook as she sobbed only made her more beautiful in his

eyes.

As Greg brought in a ladder from the garage Tommy thought back

to when he had first seen her. She had been in the stands sitting

next to the other freshman girls, or fresh meat as he and his

friends called them, and he had been entranced. He had wanted her

that very instance; more than that, he had wanted to dominate her,

to hurt her, to hear her whimper under the punishment of his cock.

And now he had her. He smiled to himself as he led his little asian

princess under the chandeleer and handed the rope up to Greg.

Sylvi used her eyes to plead with Tommy to let her go as she

felt her arms pulled over her head, the rope on her wrists

beginning to burn as she was pulled to her toes, the muscles in her

calves and thighs straining to keep her balance.

Greg descended the ladder and both he and Tommy stood back to

admire their prize. Her shapely legs were well displayed as they

strained to keep the ropes from stripping the skin from her wrists,

her narrow hips and waspish waist giving her the illusion of a

chest. Her breasts, although merely small bulges of flesh topped by

nipples, perfectly complimented the rest of her body.

Sylvi trembled fearfully in her bondage as the boys stared at

her. She felt their come dripping from her ass and cunt down her

thighs, and clenched them together to hide this shame. When would

this torture end, she thought?

"No!" she tried to scream through her gag as she saw them pull

their belts from the pants laying on the ground, but only a muffled

moan came out. A loud "THWACK" split the air and she screamed in

pain as a belt landed squarely against her midriff, jerking her off

balance. As she struggled to take the weight off her wrists a belt

landed against her ass, sending thudding pain through her body and

jerking her hips forward.

"THWACK" against the front of her thighs. "THWACK" against her

shoulder blades. "THWACK" against her small breasts. "THWACK THWACK

THWACK" the belts fell again and again, driving her crazy with

agony. The pain in her wrists was merely a dull aching compared to

the fire of her body as the belts drove her to the edge of

conscousness, her muffled screaming turned to grunting and

whimpering as the boys relentlessy battered her teenaged body.

She was in a daze of pain when they stopped, and didn't even

realize it. Her wrists were bleeding and her body was black and

blue. When she felt gentle hands lift her up she didn't know whose

they were or where she was. When the gag was removed her mouth

moved convulsively but only soft mewling sounds came out.

Tommy, she remembered, Tommy as she clutched at the warm body

which carried her to a bed and laid her gently down. Tommy and his

friend had beaten her, and she ached, but why was he treating her

so gently now, why was he softly kissing her, so lovingly, on her

neck and chest and nipples. She was in a half dream state as she

felt his hands at her ravaged sex, and she felt herself responding

to his soft caresses. His lips were against hers, and she met his

tongue with her own, her body rising with passion to press against

his. When he entered her it was bliss, and she moaned and twisted

beneath him as he slowly rocked her to completion, filling her with

his seed even as she screamed in orgasm and clutched at him with

her whole body before collapsing on the bed.

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

"Yes, oh yes," she whispered before falling into an exhausted

sleep.

~Subject: Short 7.0 (mf nc teen <*>)

~From: an120549@anon.penet.fi (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: an120549@anon.penet.fi (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 <wiley06@nym.alias.net>

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Short9.0 (mf nc teen) (1/1)

Another story from...

Wiley06

Enjoy

Tears streamed down her face as her rapist shoved a

finger into her virgin box. Her fifteen year old body

still shone with sweat from her recent workout, and

her heart pounded in fear as she felt his finger push

against her hymen. She wanted to beg, to cry out, but

he had shoved her panties into her mouth, muffling

her, and shoved her face into the damp grass. Her

legs were spread wide apart as she balanced on her

knees, her young tender ass and cunt exposed to her

rapist. Her cheerleading skirt was flipped up over

her waist, and her vest ripped open down the front,

letting her ample breasts hang free. Her hands were

bound together in front of her and laid between her

knees, while her soft ebony hair fell in a sphere

around her head.

"Hot damn!" she heard her rapist exclaim as he pressed

against her hymen with his finger, sending pain

shooting through her. "You're a virgin! Been a while

since I popped a virgin. Get ready cunt."

She squirmed and grunted as he leaned over her, his

cock pressing against her virgin teenaged pussy. With

a grunt he entered her, his face only inches from her

own as she gasped in pain and agony through her

makshift gag. She trembled in pain and fear as she

felt his cock stop against her hymen, then felt him

pull back and ram his cock into her.

She screamed as he filled her to the hilt, feeling

like she was being torn apart. She never knew there

could be such pain. Her whole body jerked and

thrashed as she tried to escape the pain he was

causing her. She closed her eyes, wishing she were

dead, when she felt his teeth against her neck, biting

and chewing the tender flesh as he began rodding her

cunt out in earnest, sending throbbing agony through

her body.

He was rocking her whole body back and forth, and she

felt blood slide down the inside of her thigh,

matching the tears wetting the ground beneath her

face.

The humiliation was worse than the pain. The

degredation, the powerlessness, the knowledge that she

was helpless, was too much. She sobbed as he

continued his rape of her defenseless flesh, fucking

her ruthlessly and brutally.

"Cry little girl, cry," she heard him whisper in her

ear, licking the side of her face, making her sob

louder, her body racked with physical agony.

Burst of air shot from her nostrils as he began to

plow her harder, faster, his hands reaching around to

maul her breasts. Her slender young body shook with

every blow, and her cunt pulsated with pain. She

cried out into her gag as his fingers drove brutally

into her tender tit flesh and she felt his semen fill

her belly.

Done, she thought, he's done. But he didn't let her

go. He held her there, his cock still inside her

violated pussy, his hands holding her tits, his face

against hers, his body against hers, for seconds, then

minutes. She felt suffocated, violated. She wanted

out. She wanted him off. Please let him leave, she

thought, sobs still shaking her body.

When he finally pulled out she choked back her sobs,

hoping he would leave her alone, now. She lay there

limp as she felt his cock slide along her ass crack

and press against her anus. What was he doing, she

thought, then began to scream and struggle as he

continued to press into her ass.

NO! her mind screamed, her body blazing in pain as his

cock, slick with her blood and his cum popped past her

tight anal ring into her ass. It felt like her ass

was being torn apart as he forced himself into her

until his balls rested against her recently violated

cunt.

She thrashed about wildly, out of her mind with pain

as he began jabbing his cock in and out of her ass,

using short, violent strokes, holding her down with

his body. She was totally encompassed by his body,

held like a shivering rabbit as he took his pleasure

from her young body.

She jerked again and close her eyes, her long black

eyelashes glistening with her tears against her

cheeks, as he reached up under her and jammed his

fingers against her clit.

Her cunt still throbbed, and her ass was a firecracker

of pain, as he began rubbing her clit brutally while

twisting his cock around in her bowels. He was

whispering things to her, whispering how tight she

was, what a cunt she had, how she loved it, how she

wanted more. She bucked her hips back against his,

trying to escape his fingers as he sent painful sparks

shooting through her body.

Her own breath started to come in rhythmic grunts as

he began slowly fucking her ass, all the while

ravaging her cunt and clit with his hands. Both of

his hands were at her sex now, tearing at her abused

flesh, squeezing and pinching and rubbing her clit as

it hardened beneath his fingers.

The pain in her ass continued, to be joined by the

torture of her genetals. A low, tingling snesation,

like when a limb, asleep, begins to slowly awake,

joined the agony coming from her crotch. Slowly he

continued reaming her, now being gentler with her

cunt, sliding two fingers up into her slick hole while

rubbing her clit back and forth, back and forth.

Her slender body tensed as she jerked in her bondage,

her whole ass and groin feeling like a limb just

awakened from numbness. A guttural groan came from

deep in her throat as it quickly became unbearable.

The pain was gone, replaced by this overwhelming

tingling which was spreading to encompass her upper

thighs and her stomach.

Each thrust of his cock into her ass caused the

tingling to shoot through her body, making her shiver

in reaction, her stomach heaving as her hips rocked

uncontrollably against her rapist, gutteral grunts

escaping her gag.

Her tits began to throb in time with his thrusting as

he reached down with one hand and began to manhandle

them, tweaking and twisting the nipples while he

sucked on her neck and continued to plow his fingers

into her cunt and against her clit.

Her whole body started shaking and bucking

uncontrollably in his grip as he increased his

thrusting, sending shearing jolts of senstation

through her body. Her fingers curled and her hands

tingled, her toes followed as sharp pricks of

sensation tickled them, her whole body dancing in the

uncontrollable grip of overwhelming passion.

She screamed as she came, feeling his seed spill into

her guts, her body exploding with earth-shattering

pleasure, her slender form jerking and twisting and

spasming on the end of his cock.

*****

He had been watching her for a few days, watching her

from afar as she practiced her cheerleading routines

with the other cheerleaders. She was one of the

younger ones, freshman or sophmore. Hot, he thought

as he watched her, very hot. She had to be half

Japanese to give her that hair, long and black and

silky. And that skin, smooth, hairless, lightly

olive. Her face was smooth too, with slightly asian

eyes and nose. Her legs and tits, though, were what

he liked the most. He didn't know what it was about

the young ones, but they had the greatest legs, and

she was no exception-firm, muscular, the skin tight

and seeming to shine with health. The tits too were

full of life, large for her age, pressed together

inside her skimpy vest as she practiced her cheers.

God, he was going to love breaking this one.

He waited between two of the buildings they all passed

by. He knew she always waited, was always the last

one to leave, so he waited, and she did not

disappoint. It took only a second to grab her, his

hand covering her mouth, and barely more than another

minute (with the help of his trusty knife) until he

had her on the ground in his favorite position, her

hands tied together with a piece of rope he always

carried, her face pressed into the ground, her ass

(such a nice round ass) up in the air, ready and

waiting for him, and her panties shoved in her mouth

to keep the noise down.

He felt her jerk as he pressed his fingers into her

cunt. He leaned over her, close to her, as he pressed

into her farther. Let the little bitch squeal, he

thought, his fingers stopped by an unexpected

obstruction.

"Hot damn!" he exclaimed as he pressed against her

hymen with his finger, feeling a shiver wrack her

body. "You're a virgin! Been a while since I popped

a virgin. Get ready cunt." It _had_ been a while

since he'd fucked a virgin. Almost two years ago,

when he was 25, and she had been only 12. He

remembered her as he lowered his pants and pressed his

cock against his current prize's cunt. He usually

didn't go for cunt's that young, prefering to stick to

ages 15 to 25, but she had been special.

He leaned his face close to hers as he pressed his

cock into her dry hole. He felt like he breathed in

her soul when he felt his cockhead press past her

labia and inside her-hearing her muffled groans,

seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, feeling her

body tremble in his encompassing grasp, knowing that

he was taking something more than her virginity from

her.

He almost came when he crashed through her hymen, her

trembling, jerking, thrashing body, her muffled

scream, sending him flying on a euphoric high as her

cunt clamped down on his cock, squeezing it almost

unbearably, sending shivers down his spine. He bit

down on her neck, holding his cock deep within her,

and barely held back when he felt her shudder in

disgust.

God, he never felt so alive as when he was raping some

hot piece of flesh like this one. Having gained

control of himself, he began rodding her cunt out in

earnest, making her slender young body rock back and

forth as he knawed at her neck. He felt his balls

grow tight as his little girl began to sob, and he

whispered in her ear "Cry little girl, cry", licking

her face.

He pounded into her harder, grabbing her generous tit

mounds and brutally squeezing them, making her

teenaged body jerk in agony. He heard her cry out as

he came, his cock pulsing with pleasure, each moan,

each shiver, from her only prolonging his ecstacy.

He finally stopped pounding into her and just held

her. He loved this part most of all. They always

thought that he was done with them; as if any man

would be finished with hot flesh like this after one

time. He liked to just hold them, prolong the

suspense, make them think he might be done, and then

to show them how wrong they were.

As he slipped his cock out of her raped hole, he

gained a better grip on her, knowing from experience

that she would fight him, knowing that it made fucking

them in the ass all the sweeter. And he knew this

little Asian bitch would have a sweet, cherry ass.

He felt her begin to squirm around like a fish in his

grip when she realized what he was doing, and smiled

inwardly, jamming his cock against her tiny sphincter,

counting on the coating of blood and semen on his cock

to allow him enterance.

There! He grimaced at the tightness of it as he

plowed deep into her bowels, feeling his balls slap

against her ravaged cunt. He began working himself

into her with short, brutal jabs, totally dominating

her as he took his pleasure.

It wasn't enough; it never was, he knew, as he reached

down and jammed his fingers against her cunt, slamming

them into her violated hole and tearing at the tender

flesh. When he was like this he wanted to own them,

to eat them, to completely consume them, body and

soul. To take everything they had and make it his-to

use everything up.

He found her clit and began rubbing it harshly,

whispering to the cunt what a whore she was, how much

she wanted it, all the while working his cock around

in her oh so tight ass. He began pile driving into

her, his cheek against hers, as she jerked her hips

back against his, trying to escape his probing

fingers.

He felt her shiver through her wracking sobs and

continued to violate her cunt and clit as he used one

hand to reach down and pinch and rub her titties. Hot

piece of ass, he thought as he felt his come begin to

build in the pit of his stomach-it was always more

painful, and better, the second time.

Her grunting began to match his and he felt her

stomach and ass heaving back against him. The little

Asian whore was giving him one of the best rides of

his life as she began to buck and thrash beneath him,

her breath coming in short gasps.

He drove his fingers brutally into her clit and her

tit as he came, feeling her going wild beneath him,

cumming her brains out.

When he left, he took his rope with him and left her

laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood and

come, as well as his own. He usually made it a rule

never to come back for a second round, but this one,

this one might be worth the risk.

---------- Forwarded message ----------

Date: Fri, 25 Oct 1996 18:31:00 -0400 (EDT)

From: wiley06 <wiley06@nym.alias.net>

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.

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Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 11:45:46 -0500 (EST)

From: wiley06 <wiley06@nym.alias.net>

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Short_11.0 (mmf nc tort teen)

away. Stay away.

Comments and/or suggestions welcome.

Enjoy,

Wiley06

She squirms in the darkness as the ropes cut into her flesh. Small, helpless

animal sounds bleed through the gag stretching her jaw wide. She lies on her

side, her arms locked behind her back, ropes chaffing her wrists. More ropes

painfully pull her elbows close, cutting into the soft white flesh at the

inside of her elbows. A small diamond of knots rested between her full

breasts, which themselves are tightly bound into bulging white mounds of

flesh topped by large, dark red nipples. Ropes lead up to pull against the

black leather collar encircling her neck, while leading down to another

diamond of knots resting against her flat, shapely stomach. The tender flesh

of her narrow waist bulges under the constriction of the rope encirling it,

rope knotting her wrists firmly against her spine.

Worst of all, though, is the rope which leads down between her legs,

splitting the hyper-sensitive flesh of her labia, causing her lips to swell up

in irritation, and back up through her hard, round asscheeks to hook onto her

thumbs, making every movement a tiny agony of abrasion. Her strong white

thighs and calves are almost covered with rope, hiding her flesh and making

her long legs look longer bound together.

The last thing she remembers is lying out beside the olympic sized pool her

father had built for her olympic hopes. She is one of the best, just a few

hundredths of a second from being the best-it is her dream and her life, and

her parents are wealthy enough to make it a possibility. She remembers

dozing, and now, now opening her eyes to darkness and her body to bondage

she struggles vainly, protests vainly, scared more than she has ever been by

her predicament and by her imagination as to what it all means.

She squeezes her large blue eyes tightly shut and whines as a spot light falls

onto her bound white flesh, squinting through long lashes at the shadowy

form of a man walking toward her circle of light.

"Well, meat," she hears him say in a deep voice, muffled cries escaping the

gag as he grabs her short blond hair and drags her to her full 5'6" height, "I

bet you're wondering how you ended up here." It was a statement, not a

question, as she strains the well-developed muscles in her legs to remain

upright, her head burning in pain and her crotch feeling rubbed raw. "Your

father," he grins as surprise colors her face, "had a few debts-close to one

and a half million dollars." He reaches up and grabs an overhead rope, pulls

her head back, and loops it through a ring in her gag before pulling it tight.

"He couldn't pay."

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes as this cruel man casually

destroys her faith in her father, her gorgeously lithe body straining to

remain upright between the rope pulling the point of her mouth up, and

gravity pulling her bound feet down. "He offered you in payment" falls upon

her ears like a hammer, "his precious daughter, the love of his life, sweet

sixteen." She shudders and tries to pull away from the soft caress of his

hand against the round globes of her ass, twisting her body, feeling the pull

at her jaw as she shifts her weight precariously. "Sweet meat," his hot

breath whispers in her ear as hot tears flow down her beautiful young face.

He leaves her, and she cries her misery in renewed darkness, her body, young

and slim and strong, struggling for balance, her muscles quivering from the

strain. She stands there for minutes, for hours, for she knows not how long

before the light comes back on, the light blinding her as effectively as the

darkness did. She is cried out, only wanting to be let out from her bondage,

whimpering in hope of a brief respite.

She hears a man's voice booming through the space, filling her with dread at

its words. "Ten men paid one hundred dollars each for the next three hours.

One thousand dollars less you owe. When your debt is paid, you will be left

to go your way." Music, the Rite of Spring she insanely noted, begins playing,

to be drowned out by her scream as pain shoots through her breasts from the

blow of a thin cane.

Another blow strikes her, leaving its lash of pain across her upper thighs,

and then another across her upper arms, and another and another, the pain

flashing like points of light across her vision as she screams futily into the

gag and twists about madly, trying to escape this torture.

Meat, a gorgeous piece of thrashing meat, strains and quivers as bulging tits

and round asscheeks and upper thighs and upper arms take blow after cruel

blow, turning the white flesh red and bruised blue. Each man measures their

blows, concentrating on the choicest bits, growing hard as they deliver agony

to this sweet, young, tender piece of flesh delivered up for their use.

Her whole body burns and her throat is raw from screaming when they finally

stop. Rough hands lift her body and the gag is pulled from her mouth, and a

gasp of release tinged with agony escapes her body. She feels a knife blade

between her legs as the ropes holding her legs together part, and the blood

rushing back into her limbs is almost as painful as the hands mauling her as

they hold her parallel to the floor. Her legs are pulled apart, and she arches

her back in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out as she sputters in agony

through the ring holding her jaws wide while the rope against her crotch is

pulled mercilessly, sending streamers of agony through her already battered

body and splitting her cunt even wider open.

She thrashes about in their grip as they continue to torture her, but she

cannot escape, and her head falls back as they hold her horizontal. Through

her tears of despair and agony she sees a man's cock approach her open

mouth, a mouth forced open by a ring, her full lips swollen by her crying. She

gags and chokes at the smell of it as it is slid into her cavity, large hands

holding her head still, and thinks she's going to die when it slides down her

throat, choking her until she breathes deep through her nose. A wet,

sickening slapping sound reaches her ears, and she explodes in a bucking,

jerking frenzy as pain as she had never thought she could feel it bursts

through her cunt as her soft labia is lashed with a cane.

The man rides her face with his cock, jerking it back and forth in her throat

as it spasms in muffled screams. Blows rain on her helpless labia and inner

thighs, pausing only when the man shoots his thick wads of come down her

throat. She barely notices as another replaces him, because the beating

starts up again as these men use her body for their sadistic pleasure. After

the fourth man comes down her throat she vomits up their sperm in her

agony, but they barely notice, and neither does she. She is lost in a sea of

pain, and wishes only for unconscousness, but it doesn't come.

They stop beating her cunt though, and she feels her groin throb in

unspeakable agony. The rope between her labia is pulled off as another man

uses her mouth, but her respite is momentary. The beatings begin again,

forcing screams from her slender teenaged body as her nipples are pounded

mercilessly. The throbbing in her crotch increases and she bucks her hips

wildly to escape the fingers gripping her clitorus, rubbed raw and bleeding by

the rope and the whipping.

Her mind snaps, and a dreamy darkness clouds her mind as her breast throb

continuously from the beating they are taking and the pressure at her cunt

builds and builds into unbearable agony. The pain is so bad it becomes almost

pleasurable, and she screams maniacally into a man's groin as an orgasm so

pleasurable it is pure agony shakes her slender, muscular body.

There is no respite though, as fingers enter her raw cunt while others

continue to mash her pulverized clit, the stataco beat of the whip on her tits

not missing a beat. Another load of come is dumped into her straining belly

as a second orgasm shakes her young body. A third follows quickly, and a

forth, sending overused muscles quivering and shaking as her body bucks

uncontrollably in the hands of her torturers. As her fifth orgasm overwhelms

her shattered mind, both more painful and more pleasurable than anything she

had ever imagined, she slips into blessed unconscousness.

The men holding her stop their attentions to her breasts and cunt, but the

last three men continue to use her mouth for their pleasure. They laugh at

the come from her passion coating the insides of her thighs and dripping

from her asscrack to the floor. They laugh about the video each one will take

home of their exploits. The laught because they know the next round is just a

few moments away.

She awakes laying on the hard concrete of the floor, slowly moving her freed

limbs sluggishly. Her whole body is throbbing in agony tinged with wispy

pleasure through her beaten, swollen cunt and tits. She sobs into the bright

light and curls up into a ball as she remembers pain so intense it was

inseperable from pleasure, and how even now, her body so sore she wishes

she were dead, she wishes the men standing around her would take her back

to that place where there was only the floating ecstacy/agony wrapping her

body in its impossible embrace.

Two hands grip her shoulders and she looks up into the hose covered eyes of

one of her rapists. He pushes her onto her back and crawls between her legs.

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

her abused cunt. She begs him to stop as he pounds brutally into her, tears

coursing down her face as pain jerks her body between the cold, hard

concrete and the body of her rapist covering her.

It is worse than before-not the pain, but the intimacy of it, the body

covering hers, the body pressing into her, leaving her nothing untouched. She

sobs as he fills her with his come. The second man quickly takes his place,

and she doesn't want to but she begs him also, begs him to stop, to let her go,

but he, like the one before, pistons into her mercilessly. The thumping pain

in her groin is building slowly, like a great beast meaning to overwhelm her.

She closes her eyes as he too fills her with his come.

They take their turn on her battered body, each one sandwiching her between

the floor and their bodies, as she tries to remain still. The pain is too much

though, and she finds herself squirming beneath them uncontrollably, her

mind reaching, reaching for the elusive pleasure beyond the pain, through the

agony.

It is there, fluttering in brief flashes with each thrust into her grasping,

spasming cunt. She bucks up against her fourth rapist, seeking it, wanting it,

needing it to escape the reality in which she is. It grows, unbearable yet

desired, spreading from her tortured sex organs to engulf her whole body.

She barely notices when the fifth man takes over, she is so lost in her own

world, a world where there is only the sensation engulfing her teenaged body.

The men laugh at her as she lifts her legs and grips the sixth man around his

back, her hips grinding against his as a guttural scream pours from her

throat and liquid gushes from her groin to splash her rapist. She humps

spasmatically against him, her cunt dragging the come from his body, and

holds him there. It takes two of the others to pull her legs apart, and they

hold them apart as the seventh man plunges into her. She is still lost in her

orgasm, which seems to go on throughout the next two men. For twenty

minutes she is lost completely in the pleasure wracking her body before

losing conscousness yet again.

The last two men do not bother to wake her, instead using her limp body to

relieve their swollen cocks. Then they lift her up and bend her body over a

table, her firm round asscheeks shining gorgeously white, red, black and blue

in the bright light. There is a short argument as the men consider whether

they should wait until she awoke, but after a few failed attempts to wake

her, they give up and begin to take her ass. Not once does she regain

conscousness.

When they finish, they lay her down on the ground, her body, covered in sweat

and come, beaten black and blue and crisscrossed with red marks, her cunt

swollen and bleeding and glistening, is grotesque, but somehow beautiful.

***

She awakes two days later lying in bed, opening her eyes to the face of a

handsome dark-haired young woman of sicilian decent. "Shhhh..." the woman

says softly as she tries to speak, "you've been through a lot. Just relax." A

soft hand strokes her forehead and she relaxes and closes her eyes, dropping

into a horrible dream where men beat her and rape her without end.

When she awakes a second time the dark-haired woman is still there, and

smiles kindly at her.

---------- Forwarded message ----------

Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 12:40:16 -0500 (EST)

From: wiley06 <wiley06@nym.alias.net>

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Short_12.0 (mf nc tort)

Elaine had been my boss, until she fired me, the bitch. She was a good

looking woman, though, five feet four, long auburn hair, and a body a

swimsuit model would die for. She was better looking chained

spreadeagled, naked, against my basement wall, gagged, only her hazel eyes

showing her terror as I stood naked before her, a whip in my hand, letting

my eyes linger on her firm legs, her lightly furred snatch, her narrow

waist and flat stomach, her bulging breasts. I was going to enjoy this.

The first blow I sent across her stomach, loving the gagged scream which

burbled around the gag. I waited until she stopped trembling and opened

her eyes again, those gorgeous hazel eyes pleading with me not to do it,

begging me. I struck again, across her left tit, reveling in the howl it

tore from the throat, loving the way a thin welt grew on the outside of

her large breast.

Each blow was better than the last-each time her body responded better,

shaking, quivering, twisting in its bonds. Each time her eyes were filled

with more pain and more fear as I covered her breasts with ugly welts,

concentrating on their soft underside. I didn't stop there, though, but

continued with her gorgeous thighs, those thighs which had teased me from

underneath short skirts and minis. I crisscrossed them with agony until a

glazed look came into her eyes, sweat dripping from her body, limp in its

bonds.

I took out a hose and sprayed cool water over her body, playing it across

her burning tits and up into her cunt. My cock was throbbing now, and I

wanted to take her right then, but I had more plans for her, many more

plans. When she opened her eyes again after I had finished spraying her I

saw animal fear, and almost broke down and took her there. Instead I lit

up a smoke and approached her, watching her watch my hand as it brought

the lit tip of the cigarette closer and closer to her swollen nipple. She

howled gratifyingly through the gag as I held it there, loving the

contortions of the gagged face. I puffed on the cigarette a few times

before gripping her hair, seeing her open those eyes in sick fascination

to watch me watch her pain and fear. I held her head still as I held the

tip long against her other nipple, feeling her agony through her body.

Those lovely eyes began to leak tears, and when she opened her eyes I saw

them glisten with terror and pleading.

I went through a pack on her nipples and tits, leavingthem swollen and

marked, watching and feeling her agony as I burned her. She was slumped

in her bonds now, the pain having overwhelmed her. Slight whimperings

echoed from her throat as I ran my hand over the ruined flesh of her tits.

I slapped one, hard, bringing her jerking up, screaming, as I commanded:

Look at me bitch. Look at me. She opened her eyes and I saw despair, and

I almost came without touching her. I held up a lighter and flicked it to

life, seeing the despair deepen in her eyes.

I brought the flame down between us and licked it across her pubic mound,

the stench of burning hair filling the basement. I did it slowly and

surely, leaving the flesh of her cunt burned and swollen as she howled at

the pain. It was an animal howl. It was time now, so I pressed myself

against her, my hand gripping her hair tight against her skull, staring

into her eyes, those gorgeous pain filled eyes. I positioned my cock

against her burned cunt lips and hammered upwards, her eyes widening in

pure agony, her face twisted into a parody of pain. Every inch was

ecstacy for me and agony for her. The fear and loathing and agony in her

face and the howling from her throat drove me into a fury of lust, and I

fucked her like a madman, cursing her with every thrust until I spilled my

seed deep into her slut belly.

When I was finished I stepped back and looked at by ex-boss, hanging limp

against the chains, her large tits ugly with lash and burn marks, her cunt

oozing blood from the burning and brutal fucking, my come leaking out down

the inside of her beautiful whipped thigh. I wasn't done, though. I

unchained her, holding her strenthless body in my arms as I removed the

gag, to replace it with a larger dildo gag. I forced her to her hands and

knees and place fixed the gag against the same wall, her nose a mere

inches from the brick. I took her hands and locked them to the floor, and

I took her knees and ankles and locked them to the floor wide apart,

exposing her abused cunt and sweet, sweet asshole, her beautiful firm ass

jutting up like an offering.

I took another whip, made to flay the flesh from a body, and measured my

stroke. Exhausted and beaten as she was she still howled as I striped her

ass, leaving a long bloody mark against that smooth flesh. She had

screamed herself hoarse by the time I finished, blood running in rivulates

down her crack to pool on the floor beneath her legs. I laid one final

lash up against her cunt, tearing that tender abused flesh from her body,

earning me one more howl of agony. I dropped to my knees behind her then,

and gripped her bloodied flesh in my hands, pulling apart her muscular ass

and plunging my cock deep into her exposed asshole. A tormented choking

sound came from her body as I plunged into her, the path slicked by her

blood. I mocked her as I fucked her ass, taking long, slow strokes,

prolonging her agony. When I came I howled and dug my fingers into her

abused flesh, delighting in using this piece of flesh before me.

I stood and washed he clean of the blood, then unchained her. I applied

first aid to those parts of her worse off, since she had to last at least

a few more days. I had so many ideas.

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From: wiley06@nym.alias.net (Wiley06)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Short_14.0 (mmf rape)

Date: 7 Jan 1997 14:12:13 -0800

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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. She groaned weakly as

she felt the first stream of piss against her face, turning her battered

face to one side as it bounced from her teeth. A second, then third,

stream hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was flooding over

her body, her breasts, her cunt, her hair, her mouth, her nose, her

belly, as she writhed weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week

light illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased and the

men left her there, a used doll, a broken puppet they had used to

release their hatred. She was barely conscious enough to notice that

T-Cup had returned and was licking her face, whining softly.

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Date: 8 Jan 1997 21:34:52 -0000

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From: Wiley06 <wiley06@weasel.owl.de>

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Subject: Short_16.0 (mmf nc/ee teen)

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Author's note:

I got this story idea from someone who suggesting forcing cunningless on a

cheerleader. I thought 'why the hell not' and out popped this story,

which I may or may not finish to its natural conclusion.

Enjoy,

Wiley06

Cindy stared in wide-eyed horror as she faced her boyfriend, the captain

of the basketball team. "You can't mean this, Tommy, please." She tried

to hug him, confused and hurt and scared. She was a sophomore on the

cheerleading squad, her blond good looks and lithe, womanly body combined

with a friendly personality to make her one of the more popular

underclasswomen on the campus. It wasn't too big a surprise when Tommy

had asked her out, and they had been going out for two months now, and she

really cared about him-she couldn't understand why he was doing this to

her.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, holding her away,

as tears blurred her vision, her big blue eyes glistening in the dim light

of the locker room. She had followed Tommy in here because he had wanted

a blowjob-she had been giving him head every day for two weeks now,

enjoying how much he enjoyed the way she used her mouth on him-and had

assured her that the lockerroom would be empty. "Come on, Cindy. On the

team we agreed that we'd share everything. It won't be so bad."

She shook her shoulders and slapped at his hands, angry now. "No! Let me

go!" She was speaking to the group of eleven boys, black and white, tall

and muscular, standing silently behind Tommy-the other members of the

team. She stood there, shaking in fury and fear and hurt, her lean, long

legs two clean white pillars leading up to the skimpy cheerleading skirt

hiding her firm round ass. Her white blouse hid her smallish breasts, her

arms quivering from behind white sleeves.

They moved around her silently at a nod from Tommy, like a nightmare,

silent and inexorable. She stood, more stunned that Tommy would try to

force her to do this, would force her to fellacio the entire team, than

that he had asked her to. Hands gripped her upper arms as she stared

dumbly around her, at five foot six tall for her age, but dwarfed by the

boys around her. She shuddered, and resisted as they forced her onto her

back on one of the narrow benches in the isles, her legs on either side of

it, her skirt riding up her legs, falling gently between her thighs, her

breasts thrusting up as they pulled her arms under the bench.

She couldn't think-she was stunned, only able to look pleadingly at Tommy,

who smiled down at her. "It won't be so bad, Cindy. Just relax." He

turned his eyes away from hers as she whispered, "Tommy, no, don't," tears

streaming down her face, her body shaking as if she hypothermia.

"Tie her hands up," she heard Tommy say, and for the first time she

realized that it was really going to happen, that Tommy was really

planning to give her to his teammates. She screamed, the sound echoing

around the locker room like a death cry as her lithe body strained

against the hands suddenly grown hard on her arms and her thighs and her

chest, holding her down, sinking into her firm white flesh, burning her as

her stomach heaved as she struggled.

She screamed again, a primitive howl as she felt tape wrapped around her

wrists under the bench, her thighs quivering as the struggled to lift

themselves against the hands holding the down, bent at the knees, her feet

flat on the floor. She wanted to kick them, hurt them, get them off of

her, but they held her down, her arms pinned beneath the bench, hands

pressing into the white flesh of her thighs, more hands pressing down

against her chest, flattening her breasts as she strained against them.

Muscles corded in her neck as she lifted her head, her pretty face twisted

by a screaming "NOOOO!" as Tommy straddled her stomach, bunching up her

blouse in front of him, the feel of his jeans rough against her flesh, and

began to unbutton her blouse.

She was panting deeply, her head hanging from the end of the bench, her

straight blonde hair pooling against the hard concrete of the lockerroom

floor, an upside-down view of ankles and calves and hairy thighs

disorienting her as she felt Tommy's hands spreading open her blouse, his

touch, once so desired, now hated as he slipped his fingers over the top

of her bra, pulling it down until it bunched under her breasts, exposing

the two creamy mounds, topped by a cherry, to the eyes of the watching

boys.

"Tommy, please Tommy. Stop this. I won't tell anyone. Please," she

spoke to him, lifting her head so she could see him. She felt his hands

on her breasts, and blushed again as he ran his hands over her exposed

breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. "AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" she screamed

as he twisted her nipples violently, squeezing and tearing at them with

his fingers, her scream fading to gasping pants as the pain drained from

her and she felt his breath against her neck.

"Now Cindy," he said, "you've been giving me blowjobs for two weeks now.

It's time for me to share with my teammates. You will blow each of them

today, and you will do a good job, or I will be forced to hurt you. I

don't want to hurt you. Do you understand?" There was a pause, and her

mind froze, realizing that he meant what he said, that he believed it.

"Do you understand?" he said again, his fingers tightening on her nipples.

"Yes, Tommy. I understand," she whispered, horrified at his words.

"Good. Let's get started. Me first. You are my girl."

Cindy felt bile rise in her throat as she heard those words, and disgust

fill her as she saw Tommy's cock bobbing upside-down in front of her face

as she lay bound and held down on the lockerroom bench. She saw hem kneel

in front of her and push his cock against her lips, his hands on either

side of her head, wrapped in her hair. She opened her mouth when she felt

fingers at her nipples, allowing him to slide his cock into the warm

depths of her mouth.

Every other time she had gotten excited at this act, as feeling his

swollen manhood bulging in her mouth, tasting the smoothness of his skin,

the salty tang of his precum exciting her. Now it was a horror, her

vision narrowed to his hairy balls, his thighs, and his asscrack. She

felt hands rubbing her breasts and stomach and thighs, and she felt sick

as Tommy began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, her full lips

sliding along his shaft as he began to use her mouth.

"Mmmmmgggggffffff," she said through the cock in her mouth as she felt

hands push her skirt up, palms pressing against her panty covered mound.

She cried in frustration as she felt fingers pulling aside the cotton and

press against her virgin opening-she didn't want to be raped; she hadn't

asked for it. She had wanted to be with Tommy, to make him happy, and he

had betrayed her, given her up to his teammates. She sobbed softly before

gagging as Tommy pressed his cock against the back of her throat, her

position giving his a straight shot down her gullet.

She began to panic as she felt him force his cock deeper into her throat

and as the fingers at her cunt became more insistent, rubbing up and down

across her labia, pulling them back, exposing her tight hole. She

thrashed helplessly on the bench, her whole body shivering as she sobbed,

the pain exploding in her throat dragging sharp, muffled cries and

whimpers from her heaving chest, where hands mauled her young breasts and

tweaked her nipples to hardness.

She felt the cock lodged in her throat as if it were happening to someone

else. It was all happening to someone else: Tommy fucking her throat

harder now, using her face like a cunt; the boys mauling and sucking on

her breasts, bruising them with their rough treatment; the hands roaming

across her flat stomach, pinching and scratching the smooth, white flesh;

the fingers now sliding into her virgin cunt, painfully dragging against

her clit, still hidden in the folds of her labia; the hands clenching

against her firm white thighs, massaging and pinching and rubbing them as

she squirmed in her bondage.

"Oh god oh god yes," she heard Tommy moan and felt his cock flex within

her throat, and felt the weird sensation of his come spurting down her

esophagus, filling her belly with his seed, his cock buried in her mouth

to its base, his balls pressing against her nose, filling her with the

scent of him. She shuddered as he pulled out, denying to herself that

this was happening. Her mouth hung open stupidly, her pretty eyes dulled

from shock, her lips puffy from Tommy's face fuck. She saw vaguely

another cock approach her, and felt it enter her mouth, her mouth

engulfing it naturally, her lips stretched around the shaft as if there

were always a cock there.

She shuddered again at the pain of it penetrating her throat as a second

boy began raping her throat, her young teenaged body shaking constantly

now as hot, wet mouths seemed to be trying to devour her body. Mouths on

her breasts, on her stomach, on her thighs, on her arms, on her bush; she

felt them all over her body, squirming, living things sending cold chills

through her body.

She gasped and squeezed tears from her eyes as she felt her panties cut

away, and warm air brush up against her cunt, followed by soft lips

meeting her labia. She tried to pull her hips away, her thighs and

buttocks flexing futily as the weight of unknown bodies held her down.

She whimpered through the cock in her throat as she felt the tip of a

tongue slide itself up and down her labia, sending shocking sensations

through her young body.

She couldn't think; her mind seemed to have shut down. Her young virgin

body was being assaulted and she could do nothing, nothing, mouths and

lips and tongues all over her body and a cock down her throat spasming as

it shot its load deep into her belly, tasting salty and sweet as it rested

in her mouth before he pulled it fully out of her mouth, her throat

swallowing reflexively, sending his come to fill her stomach, her stomach

which writhed under the attentions of wet, warm, living _things_ sucking

and licking and kissing it like the things against her breast nipping at

her nipples, teeth hard sending sharp pains through her body.

Mouths at her thighs sucked and licked while hands squeezed and one mouth

right at her cunt make her squirm in their grip, a mouth teasing her soft,

virgin flesh, a tongue gently probing between the labia, wetting it,

sliding along it, searching for her clit, swirling around it, sending

shocks of sensation through her young body which tightened her stomach and

made her sick, sick to be suffering this, suffering this all because of

Tommy, whom she had trusted.

A third boy was fucking her throat and her world narrowed down to her head

being jerked back and forth, her blond hair sweeping the floor with each

thrust of the cock in her throat, the thump of the hips against her chin

and the balls against her nose counting time for her as hands tore at her

scalp and mouths crawled over her succulent flesh.

She felt the cold sweats envelope her as lips found her clit and began

sucking on it, drawing it into a hot mouth where a tongue ran around it,

fingers probing deep into her virgin cunt, one, two, more, stretching her

as sensations flooded her body from the mouths and hands covering her,

flaring at her breasts and clit and cunt, making her want to scream for

them to stop, to stop, to get off of her and leave her alone as the cock

slid in and out of her throat and the teeth chewed at her nipples and

breasts and the tongue rubbed her clit back and forth and back and forth

until she started shaking, shame and horror flooding her mind as her

nerves caught fire and her cold sweat began to burn against her skin along

with the mouth and fingers and hands and tongues and even the cock in her

throat send shocking wave after wave of staccato sensation, hot, burning,

shaking, quivering, tension seeming to build in her teenaged virgin body,

to build from the pit of her stomach, tightening it as sensations

assaulted her shaking, thrashing, bucking form, tightening it tighter and

tighter and tighter until she howled through the cock spasming in her

throat and every muscle stood out in sharp definition from her strong

thighs and come flooded from her virgin box to soak the lips and mouth and

tongue working her swollen clit and her stomach heaved and clenched and

heaved again as an unbearable pleasure more unbearable for being forced

clawed its way through her young body, tearing at her mind, heaving at her

body like an animal trying to escape all the while the lips and mouths and

tongues and hands and the cock in her throat kept working, trapping the

clawed animal of pleasure in her body, exhausting it in its thrashings and

strainings and screamings until she lay limp on the bench with a new cock

down her throat and the mouths and lips and fingers and hands and teeth

still trying to consume her succulent white flesh.
4 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-05-14 09:27:00
To the guy who commented that long story: Im really into rape, im umderage and I am a gi but to tortue and give permanent injuries.... Thats just too much! Why not just take her cherry and go?

A.

anonymous readerReport

2011-08-11 15:24:43
Home run! Great slugingg with that answer!

anonymous readerReport

2011-07-30 05:19:53
Continued from above. its like your dick is in a white hot velvet vice as there young tight muscles clamp down and work around your cock and milk all of your hot cum into there ass hole or cunt. Thay also cry, wimper and beg for you to stop. It is to fucking hot to be believed. And you will also not believe how much cum you will shoot or how often you will do them. It is just the hottest and most fun way to rape a underage little slut and if you can get a virgin to use and abuse even better.

anonymous readerReport

2011-07-30 03:26:59
To Wiley06. I love your rape stories. Particularly the stories about young underage teen girls getting raped and abused. The more brutal and violent the better it is, if the little sluts are tortured that is even hotter for me. I liked the storie ware the bitch had her tits and nipples burnt with the cigarettes but would have liked it more if the slut had only been 12 to 16 years old, the younger the better. Have you ever considered the idea of using hose clamps,thay come in some large sizes that will fit quite well,to place around some young little sluts tits and than screw down tight. Thay will make there breast and nipples swell with blood and be vare painful for some young underage little slut and while you are fucking her in her ass hole you can reach around under her while her tits are hanging down and torture them by burning them or hurting them in some other harsh manner, It will make there little ass holes or cunts clamp down so tight you will not believe it, its like your dic

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