From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowingred-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coatin an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she weretrying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was stillshivering in the cold.

She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue tothat. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun wasshining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a betterlook at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closerinspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. What was she doing here?

Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believeher bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching peoplejust when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t haveanything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heardstories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed herand she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one ofthe men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrivedwith the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her thatit wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhapsit was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty lookinghandgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. Oh, god.

Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalkedtowards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly. The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, althoughhe wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a haltabout 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come tohim. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and herheart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over tohim, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.

He looked unamused. He continued his advancement on her,growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope ofa means of escape. No chance. Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbedher by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but notdaring to touch him.

The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holdinghis fistful of poker straight hair. He seemed to be studying her face,enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into herthroat. He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilther head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t darebreak his stare. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eyethat left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.

“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting thegun trail down to her collarbone. “What are you doing here?” Suzanne hadtrouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance througha “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all. Thankfully, she didremember how to say “I don’t understand.” She’d used it a lot.She sounded like she’d learned what little of the languageshe had from a Russian. Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in thegirl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers. “American?”he said in English, then shook his head at her silence. “Not American, youdon’t talk enough. English?” She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Why are youhere?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers. She flinched,tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in herhair.

His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot betterthan her attempts at speaking a foreign language. Suzanne could understand himfine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here. He washolding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he wascertainly succeeding in that. She gasped softly as he let the gun play againstthe neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts fora moment. He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.

The girl was terrified, that much was obvious. Tough. Hewanted answers from her regardless. She whimpered in fear as he leaned downand slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against herthigh. “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear. “You answer my questions, or we play rough. I’m happy either way, but youwon’t be.” He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheekslowly, let himself smell her hair. She smelled clean and feminine and utterlyunaccustomed to their rather harsh reality. He smiled as she shuddered againsthim in response to his touch.

The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figuredshe had to say something in response. “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’tentirely untrue. She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-tornwasteland. He snorted at that.

“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically. “Why wouldanyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?” He leaned back a little andstared down at the shivering girl coldly. “What is your name?”

Suzanne didn’t answer. She knew that it probably wasn’t thebest of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information wouldendanger the person that she had come to try and find. He sighed in annoyanceat her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealedsomewhere behind his back. “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding hisfree hand over her hips in search of pockets. Shit! He didn’t findanything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his handbrushed the underside of her breasts. He felt the outline of somethingconcealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,unfastening them roughly.

“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, buthe moved straight for the item within her coat pocket. He smiled triumphantlyas he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.

“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising ininterest. “If I were you, I would have stayed there.” He flicked to the back pagewhere her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched. Thename read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’ The cold was seeping in through her opencoat, and her shivering increased in intensity. She gasped in horror as hepocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, awayfrom the rest of the crowds. He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop untilhe was pressing into her from chest to thigh.

Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himselfagainst her and pinned her to the wall. She could feel solid muscle againsther chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into himthrough her clothes. He was at least shielding her from the cold, but shewould have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at themercy of this man.

“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coatand resting on her ribs. “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting veryfriendly.” To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palmagainst one of her breasts and stroked for a moment. The fabric of thefingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but hisfingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.

Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used hispalm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple. She shuddered infear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hardthat it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth. He eventually relentedand stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clearenjoyment at making her cry out in pain. Suzanne felt a confusing rush ofsensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the painthat he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.

Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him whilehe stroked over her breast. “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know whathad made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.

“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down torest on her hip. “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape prettylittle English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here. Must beimportant, don’t you think?” Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stemthe flow of tears that were threatening to fall. “Either that,” he went on,his voice low and gravelly. “Or she wants to be fucked. Is that it,baby?” He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly. “Doyou want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you? Beingheld down and fucked by a murderer?”

Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body asthe man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lowerbelly. She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormentingher. “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a runfor it down her cheek. “Why me?”

Sasha paused for a moment. Why her? “Because you look so…innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear hadfallen.

“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. He laughed softly.

“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, andshe closed her eyes in fear. “Completely. All you have to do is tell me whyyou’re here. Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”

“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock. “All these people – ”

“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted. “War does that topeople.”

“But…” Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor. She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned“Let me go!” He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoyingthe feel of her hands sliding over his chest. “Please don’t do this!”

Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye. Now that he could see the girlclose up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance. Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balancedperfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes. He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle andsuck her throat gently. He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moanedsoftly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission. Herhands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digginginto his clothing.

Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment asSasha slid his mouth down over her throat. Regardless of her fear, her bodywas reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth wasspreading from her neck down to her inner thighs. She moaned softly as Sashaslid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arsecheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.

The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held stillagainst her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him. He slid his mouthback to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watchyou squirm for me, little girl. And you’re going to scream for hours.” Shewhimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d beenkissing her. Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards thedoor of the building, propelling her inside roughly.

The building consisted of one large room and only one door. A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shovedhis little captive towards the one furthest from the door. He had been rightearlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none ofthe civilians would have seen a thing. The other soldiers however would havewanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing. Not until he was donewith her, at least.

Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacyor scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do. She watched him close thedoor behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of careand attention. Probably a lot more than she was going to receive. He took offhis gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders atthe same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good atdemonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest. He walkedtowards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs totremble. She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit thewall, and she was trapped.

Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free sothat the garment fell away in his hand. She made a run for it but she had nochance of escaping him. He caught her by the hair and threw her back againstthe wall. Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain inher scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly. He tightened his grip in her hair andlifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.

“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her backagainst the wall. “We can do that. But I’m warning you, baby. I play rough.”

“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing herknee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls. She almost succeeded, buthe twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead. Shebrought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could. Hedidn’t even flinch.

“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in hisshoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming. He lookedher over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, andthen punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow sothat he didn’t break any bones. The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been badenough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hairthat Sasha was still holding on to.

“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at himin between sobs. He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away. Hehit her again, harder, and she screamed this time. A drop of blood began totrickle from her nose. Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and releasedher hair, slid his hand to her chin instead. “We can stop any time you’reready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that hedidn’t want to stop. He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty instanding up and she eventually begged him to stop.

“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, andSuzanne looked away, silent. “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuckyou. Make up your mind.” She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.

“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lollingforwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek. Sasha pulled the girl’shead level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.

“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably. “Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.” Suzanne’s eyes widened. No. There was no way that she was going to accept either option. Shehesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw. Shecouldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.

“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, andstroked a few strands of hair off her face.

“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain. “Please fuck me.”

Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but hestill wanted more. He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in herbruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fearso beautifully. He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”

Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sashawould not relent. She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felther body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire. He pulledher away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge ofthe table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.

Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,held her eyes level with his again. Their faces were so close that their nosesrubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably. “I don’t think youmeant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened infear. “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.

“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up infront of her face. “Please no! I said what you wanted, please-”

“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly. “Did you?” Heflexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.

“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbingSasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down. He was amused by herefforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual. “Please don’t. Please!”

Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerablyweaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She archedher back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand tograb her throat and pin her down.

“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” hegrowled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying tomove again. “Do you think you can tell me what to do?” Tears filled thegirl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb withdesire at her obvious terror.

“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened hisgrip on her throat a little. “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again. I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit meagain.”

The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it. He couldthink of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abjectterror of him. Almost. He was definitely looking forward to hearing herscream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.

“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off herthroat so that he could stroke her face. She nodded immediately. “So you dowant me to fuck you?”

There was a split second pause, and then she replied. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyeswere held level with his.

“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voicewavering. Sasha sneered.

“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of herwrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.

“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound aspersuasive as possible. “Please, please fuck me.”

“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne noddedimmediately. “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled. Shewhimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came overher. Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.

Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror. She knewthat she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’tbring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her. His eyesdarkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt hisgrip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense. No. She couldn’t takehim hitting her again. Surely even the humiliation of begging him would bebetter than that? Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was goingto kill her, and she knew it.

“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyesshut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left. Sheopened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of herfiercely violent attacker.

“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” shewhispered softly. She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t darestop. “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teethraking. I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushinginside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you. I want to feel you pushing mylegs over my head and spreading me open again for you. I want to feel yourweight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’tbreathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”

Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courageto say her little speech, but he was impressed. He slid his hand over thegirl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talkdirectly into her ear. His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let herhear it for a moment. She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed withembarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had onher attacker.

“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Who’dhave thought you could talk dirty? Now I really need to fuck you.” SuddenlySuzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way throughher body and causing her to begin to ache. His voice was suddenly so sexy; thebrutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine anddominating. He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel thehardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimperedsoftly, writhing against him.

“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered. “You wantto know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick allthe way inside you? Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He was grindingagainst her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally repliedwith an “oh yes!”

“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,then stood up again. Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heatleft her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again. Thecold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon toget her through the last few minutes deserted her completely. Her earlier fearcrept back into her and she started to shake once again.

Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched ather hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor. He slid hispalms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at hermore closely. Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the wayfrom her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingersslid over them slowly. A girl who has enough time and not enough demons toworry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with asmirk. He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with herquivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur atthe top. She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had onepalm against her right thigh.

Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back toher thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kissthe top of her inner thigh gently. He smiled and stood up again, slid hishands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed. He slidit out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipplesalready hard under his gaze.

The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baringher body for him. She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hipswere rounded and full. Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panicat the thought of him touching her. Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knewthat it would. She was shaking, and not just from the cold. He reached outand cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught adelicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.

Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front ofher would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast. Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but laystill instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment andlocked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on herface. She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust. Hecontinued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and strokinguntil he heard her moan once more.

Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his facewas only inches from hers. “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, andSuzanne sobbed softly in shame. “Do you still want to feel me inside you? Areyou getting wet, baby?”

“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears drippingdown her face and onto the table beside her. His eyes burned into hers,beautiful in their brutality.

“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanneclosed her eyes in disgust. “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightlyuntil she obeyed. “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.

“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true. She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had noidea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to histouch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her. Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenlygentle touch was having a definite effect.

“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. Heslid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips andonto her thighs. She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causingher breath to catch in her throat. He slid his left hand back into her hair tohold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at thetop of her legs.

“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slideagainst the outer lips of her vagina gently. She tried to close her legs, butSasha nudged them apart again with his knee. He stared into her eyes as hestroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find herrapidly becoming wet. He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitorisgently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.

“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris sothat he could dip his finger inside her again. “Hot and wet and tight,” hesaid, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response. Hecircled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzannearched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her. He dipped hisfinger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leanedover and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.

The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think wasshrinking rapidly. Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlesslyand without warning, and she was totally unable to control it. She groanedagainst Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accordand she was unable to stop either action. He slid two fingers back insider herand pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle ofnerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there.

Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuingto stroke the girl. She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently. Hegrinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and suckedgently, then raked his teeth over them slowly. He continued downwards untilhis torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.

Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come overher, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before herbody tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm. She continued to writheagainst him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue againstthe sensitive skin on her throat. His talented tongue clouded her senses againbefore she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled intoSuzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response. He slid his hand to her arse andpulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her. “I’mgoing to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not goingto let you go.”

Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Allshe knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make itstop. He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her kneeand grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open forhim. She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,then slid the head of his penis against her gently.

“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand toher face and raising her eyes to his. She held his gaze and he slid his handdown between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently.

“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body tryingto writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weightagainst her. He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”into her ear.

“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words frombefore. Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate. Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed insidethe girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his littlecaptive. She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent hissenses reeling in satisfaction. He settled his weight over her and pulled herwrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started tomove inside her hard.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled intothe girl’s ear. “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fuckedby the big bad soldier? Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”

Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,but she understood the tone of his voice. “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, hereyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that hewas inflicting on her. The way that he was holding her, his weight against herand the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feelcompletely and utterly dominated. And the most terrifying thing was how good itfelt.

Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he movedinside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold onany longer. He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let hercome one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and hecollapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.

As I checked into a motel roughly 2 hours later, the bitterness finally began to well up inside me. Eventually this turned to anger, and finally a burning desire for revenge. How could she do this and think she would get away with it? Automatically, my mind began formulating ideas and scenarios with which to get the bitch back. Sitting alone in my room, I decided the best and most…creative form of revenge would be a taste of her own medicine, as it were. Grabbing my keys, I drove to a nearby sex shop and made my preparations…

I knew Lucy would be at home when I knocked at the door a few days later. She had tried to phone me a couple times but I was inconsolable. She answered the door without checking who it was, and when I saw her, a brief moment of pity and hesitation overcame me. I looked up and down her body; she had always been beautiful, with black silky hair and olive skin to go with it. Not to mention her perfect perky breasts, which were all natural and yet full and round. She also had a real hourglass figure, with her curvaceous hips framing her amazing ass. Snapping me out of my daydream, she said simply “I’m sorry.” Another ten seconds passed, and I replied “You will be,” before pushing her roughly inside and slamming the door. I pulled out from behind my back a cloth soaked in chloroform, and shoved it over her face, ignoring her attempts to stop me. I received a scratch to my face, and a sore shin, but she was unconscious. I began to make my preparations.I stripped Lucy naked, and hoisted her up against the bare wall in the living room, clamping her wrists in the shackles I had attached to the wall. She now hung limply by her arms, but I decided when she awoke, this would not be enough. I attached 2 more shackles to the wall, then pulled her legs up over her head and pinned them in place. Thus, she was completely supported by the shackles, and her pussy and ass were exposed as far as possible. Two birds with one stone. She had always kept her pussy nice and trim, although I didn’t see why, considering she rarely was in the mood for sex. She always tended to prefer blowjobs or handjobs if I asked, and anything raunchier like anal was out of the question. This would work well now, however, as it meant both her ass and pussy would be as tight as could be.

When she awoke, I had some other preparations to make before the real events started. Immediately, she began shouting at me to let her down, how dare I do this, blah blah blah. The anger built up again, and I slapped her hard on the pussy, causing a scream to interrupt her incessant yammering. I shoved a ball gag in her mouth to keep it that way. All she could do now was glare at me, and mumble slightly through the gag. “Look at me all you want with those accusing eyes. You’re gonna get what you deserve. In fact, I’m gonna start by leaving a little souvenir of this whole night, ” I smugly told her. I reached into my bag of tricks, and pulled out a piercing gun. Moving it over her body, and letting her see what it was, I began taunting her by slowly dragging it across her skin. She trembled in fear, and could only watch as I suddenly positioned it over her left nipple, and fired. A sudden click, and a ring was attached to her gorgeous breast. She writhed in pain, trying to scream and somehow end the pain. I decided not to do the other tit for now, as she seemed about to pass out from the pain. I left her and sat down in the other room, waiting for the real surprise to arrive.

A knock at the door, and 5 tall men entered, striding into the living room where my wife was imprisoned. It was a picturesque scene: 5 men all standing in a semi-circle around the terrified and exposed woman, helplessly pinned to the wall. Her facial expression was a mixture of pain, fury, and humiliation, and it turned me on more than I thought possible. My cock began to grow in my pants, which caused me to get the show started. I instructed the men to get naked, and told them to “do what you like.” Immediately the first man stepped up to my wife, roughly grabbing her hips and positioning his erect member in front of her pussy. I guessed his dick was roughly 7″ long, but it was thick too. All the better, I thought. Raising his hand, he slapped her ass hard as he simultaneously thrusted his cock into her. His hips slammed against hers, pushing her up against the wall hard. She winced and groaned loudly, as the man began a violent rhythm of fucking her. Her tits were bouncing up and down as he pounded her, and I could tell the fresh piercing was causing her some discomfort, in addition to the stretching her cunt must have been undergoing. The man didn’t last long, and leaned over her, cumming inside her. When he pulled away, her vagina was red and raw, and this was after 1 guy! I was pleased, to say the least.

The night continued with my wife being the centre of attention. 4 more guys fucked her roughly, unleashing torrents of cum in her pussy and on her stomach and tits. I had also told the guys to focus on other areas, and they obliged by slapping her ass and pussy, choking her while fucking her, and spitting in her face. She looked a complete mess by this point. Her pussy was swollen and bleeding slightly, she was dripping with cum (in fact, there was a small puddle of cum that had accumulated on the floor beneath her), and her wrists and ankles were raw from the shackles. Now it was my turn. I first reached into the bag, pulling out a large black dildo I had bought. It was longer and thicker than any of the cocks that had just violated my wife’s pussy. I moved over to her, and removed her ball gag. I wanted to hear her scream as I got my revenge. I took the dildo and roughly shoved it into her slit, watching her wince in pain. Then, without warning, I moved my cock below it and positioned it at the entrance to her asshole. Her eyes widened, “No, no, pleaseeeee!!” I had come this far, however, and I wanted to see it through. I thrusted forward, and slammed my cock into her ass, filling her up completely. Her ass was so tight I could barely keep a steady rhythm. The scream emanating from Lucy only spurned me on at this point, and I began pistoning my cock in and out of her ass. Her tight sphincter clamped around my dick, and it felt amazing. Clearly Lucy didn’t feel the same way as she was getting fucked violently in both holes.
   
After a short while, I climaxed, shooting what seemed like bucketloads of hot cum into her raw passage. I slumped over her, and then relaxed. “Now we’re even, bitch. You hurt me, I hurt you.” Stepping back, I looked at the pool of cum, along with Lucy’s ass and pussy juices, that had dripped onto the floor below her. “What a mess, ” I smiled. “I guess you can help me out with one last thing, huh Lucy?” I released the shackles pinning her arms and legs to the wall, and she collapsed to the floor. “Be a good girl and clean up this mess, would you?” I shoved her head closer to the pool, and I guess she was too exhausted and shocked to refuse. She slowly knelt over, and began gingerly lapping at the puddle. 

Another for sale sign was driven into the flower beds at the front of the building, with a small plastic box attached to the post, half full of mildewed paper flyers. I pulled a flyer from the box and walked around the front, reading. A photo of smiling Clem Jones, the real estate agent, stared out at me from the front of the page. Clem was literally gushing with nifty information about the building - he told me all about the square footage, the improvements previous tenants had made for business zoning, and heck, look at the view.
I was halfway around the place, fighting around some thorny old rose bushes, before good old Clem let me in on an important little secret.
The key to the place was in a little lockbox, right at the front door. And look buddy, here’s the combination. Go right ahead and have a look around.
Crazy how trusting folks out here in the sticks are.
Good old Clem was right on. I found the lockbox, bonked it around a bit to shake off the rust, found the keys, and walked inside to have that look around. The place had been an old surf shop, once. A counter ran the length of the back wall, next to a stairwell leading to a landing that wound around the front room. Another door led off into a backroom. A few moldy posters hung behind the counter area. Trash littered the floor. Thick beams supported the ceiling in the main room, with heavy, metal hooks driven into them at regular intervals. A couple old surf boards had been left behind, still attached to chains dangling from the ceiling hooks.
And Clem was right again. The front windows, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, had a great view of the ocean. I rubbed a little dirt and grime away with my hand, and peered out at the little beach cove across the highway.
I smiled. Perfect.

I followed the family in their blue Volvo for a few blocks and eased into the grocery store parking lot right behind them.
The side trip to the A Frame had taken longer than I thought, and I was hungry. It was almost noon, and my stomach was rumbling. The traffic this morning was brisk. The town was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and every church in town seemed to have let out at the same time. My van idled next to the Volvo at a stop light, and I watched the woman in the passenger seat clip coupons from a newspaper. She noticed me staring blankly her way. I gave her a little shake of the head and a smile. Silly me, all zoned out. She smiled back, agreeing with my goofiness. When the light turned green, I eased into the Volvo’s lane and followed it toward the golden arches down the road. Just my luck, they were going shopping, not to get grease-burgers for their kids. The store was big, with signs advertising electronics, appliances, apparel, a deli, you name it. The deli sign caught my eye and my stomach growled at me again. A fresh sandwich sounded a hell of a lot better than a bucket of fries, so I decided to follow my new friend inside.
I parked a spot or two away from the family and watched Mom pull the kids out of the car and Dad grab some empty soda cans from the trunk. The whole family looked like they were dressed in their Sunday best. Dad wore a sweater over a dress shirt with a tie and slacks, the two boys both dressed just like him. The little girl wore a pink dress with patent leather shoes. Very cute. Now that she was out of the damn car, Mom was actually pretty attractive for someone with three kids, just starting to show some age in the spread of her hips, some flab in her arms. She was short - even in high heels, the top of her head might just reach my chin. Her dark, wavy hair was cut at an angle away from a nicely tanned neck. She wore dangling silver earrings and a matching necklace over a tight, purple, sequin vest-shirt that ended just above black nylon slacks that were cut wide at the legs. The outfit was kind of goofy - the metallic shirt looked like something out a bad musical, but it was cut low in the front and showed a little cleavage, and was open up the lower part of her back. She tossed her bangs back out of her eyes and absently tucked a purple, satin bra strap back over her bare shoulder. I watched her ass swish and followed them to the bottle return machines. A short, filthy bum dumped a dirty bag full of crumpled beer cans into a machine while a couple of his buddy bums waited and panhandled each customer not smart enough to detour out of the way.

Mom took the cans, and dad and the kids jogged over to grab one of the dwindling supplies of shopping carts. Dad and the kids wheeled away with the cart towards the entry of the store, leaving Mom alone with the bums. And me.
The bums eyed her as the bottle machine burped out her ticket.
“Hey, lady! Spare some change?”
Mom glanced at the bum who spoke, a big, foul, greasy-haired guy with crumbs in his beard. She tried to ignore him and grabbed her receipt, but he and his friends blocked her way.
A short, scrawny guy with no teeth piped up, “My buddies and I could sure use some change for something to drink, y’know?”
“Sorry, but I didn’t bring a purse.” Mom searched the empty parking lot for Dad, but he and the kids were already inside. The third bum quietly stood by, licking his lips and watching a car leave the parking lot.
No Teeth pointed at the ticked clutched in Moms hand. “How ‘bout that bottle money there?”
“I promised my daughter I’d give her this for a treat.” Mom tried to inch around the tall bum. He pressed against her and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, c’mon lady, please…” he almost begged as she cringed and backed away towards the entry doors, shaking her head.
“I’m Sorry, I can’t.”

My cue. Time for the hero to join in. I picked a crushed beer can off the ground, felt a familiar tingling at the back of my head. The pavement shifted a little under my feet as my perspective adjusted. The bums looked around, startled, as I walked in behind them and pointed at a machine. “Mind if I use one of these for a sec?” That got their attention. They turned to me, completely ignoring Mom as she snuck off, her precious change safe from the mean, ugly bums.
The Quiet Bum watched her go, like he wanted to follow her, but Big Bum shrugged his shoulders and pointed. “Naw. That one on the end don’t work though.” His breath washed over me. The three of them out-stank the smell of spoiled beer that permeated the bottle machines.
I decided to make small talk, let Mom get out of range. “You fellas doin’ okay? Folks around here being generous today?”
No teeth snorted. “Hardly nobody givin’ us shit today. We’re just tryin’ to make an honest livin’, y’know? Get us enough change to buy some smokes and a little to drink.”
Big Bum jerked his thumb back the way Mom left. “Miss snooty bitch didn’t want to share anything with us nasty motherfuckers, though.”
No Teeth wheezed a laugh. “Nasty motherfuckers like us might just want more than spare change.” He grabbed at his crotch. “Bitches like that just don’t know.”
“Fucking bisth. She only had four fucking cans, too.” The Quiet Bum stuck his tongue into the space where his front teeth should’ve been, and licked his upper lip.
“Damn the man” I said.
“And fuck his bisth” lisped the Quiet Bum.
I looked at them, my bottle ticket in hand. “Are you serious about that?”
Quiet Bum eyed me back, squinting. “Wha’ you talking about, misther?”
I stuffed the receipt into my pocket and pulled out a fistful of bills. No Teeth and Big Bum looked at each other and grinned. Quiet Bum glanced at the cash, then back at me.
“I’m talking about a little snooty-bitch payback,” I straightened out the cash as Quiet Bum licked at his lip, coughed and spit.
“You serious?”
I handed him the wad of money.
“Damn.” He smiled. “What we goin’ do, brother?”

Something strange happened to me a while back. I don’t know how or why the changes happened. Looking back, I can see small instances occuring from early on in my teenage years. And I can pinpoint the first, full-blown experience, where I knew for sure something wasn’t normal.
One afternoon, I dropped off my mother-in-law to baby sit my niece and nephew. My brother-in-law, Ken, had landed a new, high-paying job, and he and his wife, Laura, had just purchased a ridiculously big house in a wealthy suburb on the outskirts of town. They were throwing a “game night” to show off the new house to their new yuppie friends. Of course, we were invited too, if for no other reason than to bring Granny by for the night so they didn’t have to deal with their kids for a few hours.
I walked Granny to the door as Laura walked out. She was “just off to pick up a few things for the evening, the kids are downstairs in the playroom, I’ll be back soon”. Laura’s car was ripping out of the driveway before she could say “ta-taa” and blow us kisses. Granny asked me to drop her bags off in her room, and she headed in search of the rug rats while I grunted my way upstairs.

I found the guest room (I guessed, anyway), and left the bags on the bed.
Laura and Ken had been talking for so long about how great this house was, I thought I should give myself the grand tour. So I did. I found the kids rooms, the attic, the stairs to the basement, the kitchen. Checked out the fridge and grabbed a soda. I walked through the rest of the house sipping my ‘Dew until I found the master bedroom.
The bedroom was huge. A small office was set up in the corner. Exercise equipment surrounded a messy king size bed that faced a widescreen television and matching dressers. The master bath angled off from the office area, next to glass doors opening out to a small deck that overlooked the backyard.

The voyeur in me popped out and really took hold. I set my soda on a dresser and opened the top drawer. Ken’s stuff. I closed the drawer and moved to the next dresser. Score for me! Here one of the smaller drawers yielded bras and panties. I grinned and grabbed a handful of Laura’s lingerie - I’ve always had a fetish for lacy, silky stuff. I shoved my face into Laura’s panties and breathed deep. Her panties felt cool and soft and smooth, and they smelled like, well, flowers. I smiled at myself in the mirror above the dresser as I rubbed my face with the panties.

I’d never really understood what Ken had first seen in Laura. He’d always been a pretty active guy - he spent his weekends climbing at the mountain, biking, skiing. When they started dating, Laura had looked like a pudgy bird with a bad fashion sense. She had a round face with strangely angular features and a sharp, pointy nose. She was kind of flabby, with a huge ass set below a tiny little waist that looked like it could barely support her melon-sized breasts. Her titties were so big, she always looked about to tip over. She was pretty, actually, but you had to look for it, then. She and I seemed to get along okay, but back then she was really quiet around most of the family, and I didn’t spend much time with them, just an odd dinner here or family holiday there.
Then Laura got pregnant and gained a bunch of weight. I didn’t see her much then. After her pregnancy, she turned into a fitness queen. At the gym early every morning, all low-fat this, low-carb that. Started shopping at the Gap. Suddenly, her tiny little waist trimmed up, and that big, flabby ass turned into a firm, bubbly bootie. Her breasts perked up, and she started wearing low-cut shirts that showed off her chest. She started smiling more, and she gave great, lingering hugs.
I’ve gotta say, then I kinda liked being around her.

One night, we’d all gone out to dinner, and all she and Ken could talk about was this art festival they’d been to, and how they met this great painter and just had to buy one of his prints, and blah, blah, blah… Then Laura turned to me and asked, since Ken had a business trip, would I want to spend the next weekend at the festival with her? We could drive down Friday night and get a hotel room, then drive back up late Saturday or even stay until Sunday.
Seriously? Heck, yeah. I, mean, umn, sure, okay, I guess that sounds like fun. You bet. That okay with you sweetie? Really? Okay, then, it’s a plan.
The trip never happened. Somehow I knew it was too good to be true. And then she got knocked up again. She gained back a bunch of weight. Got moody. Out went the lingering hugs, and the seemingly innocent request to spend a weekend checking out bad paintings with her became a distant memory.

That was a few years ago. After the last kid, Laura had hit the aerobics classes hard again, and looked better than ever. But something had changed. Her mood swings got worse, she got more and more demanding of Ken, her kids had to be perfect and had to attend better schools. Their cars weren’t up to snuff. The property values around their house seemed to be pretty low for their standards, too.
Therefore the new job, new house, new friends. But today I found myself staring at the painting above their bed, wondering about that night Laura had asked me to spend the weekend with her, and what if things had been a little different. I imagined the new, fit Laura lying on the bed next to me, wearing nothing but the lacy underwear I held in my hands. I realized that maybe Ken had seen the new Laura before anyone else, buried somewhere in the old Laura’s body.

I decided I had to take a leak.
I stuffed the underwear back in her drawer and walked into a bathroom bigger than my living room. I found the toilet next to the door, right by a Jacuzzi easily large enough for two people to soak comfortably. Melted candles stuck to the edge of the tub, and by the matching his and her sinks in the counter. A walk-in shower was set into the far wall. I groaned at the candles and I watched myself in the mirror as I pissed.
And as the last trickles of my urine blipped off the edge of the toilet, a faint itch, a tingle started at the back of my head, the short hairs on my neck suddenly stood on end, and Laura walked into the bedroom, humming to herself, sipping from a glass of wine.

Standing there with the door wide open, my dick in my hand and my pants hanging off my ass, I prayed she wouldn’t turn around.
Sound stopped, for just a second. My eyes blurred and my skin twitched, and I grabbed at a towel rack as the room spun out from under me. My entire body tingled.
And then Laura walked right into the bathroom.
I smashed myself against the wall, frozen, my dick forgotten in my hand. Laura looked around, like she’d heard an odd sound. Looked right at me, right through me. She shrugged like finding her brother-in-law in her bathroom with his pants down was an everyday occurrence, set her wine glass down on the Jacuzzi and kicked off her shoes.
And then Laura took off her t-shirt.
Holy shit. She took off her shirt!

I watched with my mouth hanging open as Laura unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. She grazed my penis with her ass as she bent over to pull off her pants, and my dick decided to remind me it was hanging around. Just to be useful, it gave a good throb, and stuck straight out, pushing right into her white cotton panties. A dizzying flood of horniness washed over me. Laura pulled one leg out of her pants, shifting her body, and my hardening cock slid up the crack of her ass and rested there, pointing up towards the small of her back. She kicked her jeans out of the way and started the water going in the Jacuzzi, pouring in something that made bubbles. The slight movement of her hips caused my dick to slide slowly up and down on her panties, and I let out a small groan of pleasure. Her tits rubbed against the tub as she dropped in some bath salts, and I felt the first bit of pre-cum ooze out of my dick, saw it smear on her panties as she moved. Laura reached back and slipped her panties down to her knees. I heard a soft, fleshy smack as my dick plopped onto the bare skin of her ass.

I tried to get a grip on myself and wondered what the fuck was going on. She wasn’t just ignoring me. She didn’t even look back when my dick flopped onto her butt. She didn’t seem to have any idea I was even there.
Laura kicked her panties onto the floor with her jeans. She stood up and my dick slid down the crack of her ass, the tip burying itself into the space just between her legs. She unsnapped her bra, a plain, old, ripped cotton thing. I vaguely wondered why, with all the lacy, sexy lingerie she had tucked away in her drawer, was she wearing nasty, ratty underwear now? Not that I was complaining at the moment, really, but why didn’t women wear the good stuff all the time? Why save it?
I forgot about it as the bra fell into the pile of clothes on the floor. Laura lit some candles, and slid into the Jacuzzi with a sigh. She settled into the bubbles and sipped her wine, and I held my throbbing dick and waited to wake up.

I watched as she bathed. Watched her sip her wine, the rise and fall of the water around her breasts. And I leaned over the tub and mouthed another quiet little prayer. The back of my head tingled again, a little. Then she set her glass on the floor, leaned back, and ran her hands up over her breasts, her nipples. Her hands slid down to her crotch, began to slowly rub between her legs. My mouth dropped open and my dick throbbed again.
Holy shit again.
I glanced at myself in the mirror while Laura masturbated for me, with my dick, swollen and purple, feeling heavy as a rock in my hand. I heard her moan quietly, and I decided to test the waters, so to speak.
“Laura, turn on the water jets.” I said it as quietly as I could. She never looked at me, never gave any indication that she heard me. “Turn them on high.”
The tingling sensation spread, got stronger. And she turned on the water.
“Spread your legs, Laura. Let the water play with your pussy.”
She shifted closer to the side of the tub and threw her leg over the edge, sending water splashing onto the floor.

My pants were still down around my knees, so I shuffled around the tub until I was standing directly in front of Laura. Her eyes were squeezed shut, the tip of her tongue just touching her upper lip. She was breathing heavily, making soft little happy noises, and I could almost make out her hands under the swirling water as she rubbed her pussy.
“Let the water do that Laura. I want you to play with your tits.” As I talked to her, the tingling sensation at the base of my skull began to spread, slowly, down through the rest of my body. I started to jack off, pointing my dick into the tub. “ I want you to squeeze your big fucking titties for me. I want you to pinch your nipples so hard that they hurt.”
Her hips were gyrating now, splashing more water out of the tub. She squeezed her tits so hard she squealed. The tingling in my head got stronger.
“I want you to cum for me. Come on, Laura, do it for me, come on baby…” Laura groaned, and her hips jerked up out of the water. I got a perfect glimpse of her wet pussy with water beading off her pubic hair, her fingers sliding slowly up and down, in and out of her pussy lips. Laura arched her back, hard, pushing with her head and neck as her stomach muscles bunched, and she gasped as a jet of pussy juice squirted into the tub. Her breath caught as her hips jerked back down, then up into the air again, sending water splashing and another jet of cum spraying out of her pussy.

“Oh, fuck Laura, don’t stop, keep coming baby…” I couldn’t hold on any longer. My hand was furiously jerking away at my dick as Laura rode out her orgasm, her tits squeezed in a death grip, her body contorting in and out of the water. I shot a thick stream of cum all over her titties and she rubbed the cum into her breasts, over her nipples. Another long spurt ended up covering her belly, slowly washing away into the water. I kept jerking my dick until my balls went dry.
Oh wow, that felt good.
I looked at all the cum I’d spewed over Laura. Where the hell did that all come from? It was like somebody’d just turned on a fire hose.
The strange feeling in my head had subsided into a nice warm, friendly buzzing, and as I watched Laura’s hips move up and down, I felt my body start to relax. I thought about taking off the rest of my clothes and slipping into the tub with her, what her pussy would feel like, nice and warm and wet and…

And I started to come back to my senses, but Laura was still fighting her orgasm. The muscles in her neck clenched in tight bunches as her head pushed her body further out of the water. Her back bent sharply up as her belly spasmed, her fingers digging into breasts, water shloshing out of the tub as she thrashed around. She gasped for air with each muscle spasm and gave little cries as fountains of cum squirted out from her cunt, over her legs. Pain and fear mingled with lust on Laura’s face, and my dick started to throb again, as if to say, Boy, climb on top of that pussy, it’s waiting for us. Just shove me on in and ride that bitch for all she’s worth. Let me do my job.
I pulled up my pants, tried to shake myself out of my delirium. I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Laura still bucking wildly in the tub, and walked out to my car. I got in and sat for a second, staring up at the bedroom window. Then, quietly, “Laura, sweetheart, relax now. I’ll see you later tonight.”
The tingling left, as quickly as it came, with a flash of dizziness. I grabbed the steering with both hands and waited for it to pass, then I drove home, wondering what the party later that evening might bring and my dick raging at me all the way.

We arrived late.
Jennifer and I waited at the front door in an icy quiet. We’d been fighting lately, and initially neither of us had wanted to come to the party. Jennifer hated having to deal with her family and their friends, and until a few hours ago, I’d felt the same way. But after this afternoon, wild horses couldn’t keep me away. I argued that she had promised her brother that we’d go, so, here we were. I rang the doorbell as Jennifer glared at the door, sulking.

Ken answered the door with a pool stick in his hand, and invited us in. Jennifer’s bad mood seemed to evaporate once she stepped inside. A few people milled around the front room, and Ken made some introductions for us, then took us on a quick tour of the main floor. Jennifer ooo’d and aaah’d over the house. I’d been fantasizing about how Laura might react when she saw me since I’d left that afternoon. We met her in the game room, already full of their buddies shooting pool and playing air hockey. Laura was sitting on the couch, chatting with a couple young ladies, each of them sipping champagne, and she stood to greet us. She looked fantastic. She wore a red silk wraparound skirt with a low-cut black silk blouse, sandals that tied around her calves, and a small pearl necklace and matching earrings. The ladies she was talking with smiled at us from the couch, each of them looking us up and down. Jennifer gave them both a little fake smile and followed her brother over to the pool table. All three women turned their attention towards me.

I smiled and hugged Laura. I wondered if she was still wearing the same underwear she’d had on earlier. She was a little flushed, as if she’d had a little too much to drink already. When she gave me her usual light squeeze of a hug, the back of my neck started buzzing again. I rubbed my cheek against hers, her breath suddenly hot against my neck. I pulled her a little closer, felt her breasts press against my chest and thanked her for inviting us to the party. She pressed back for a second then pushed gently away, shaking her head, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Then she was back to being the hostess, told me to have fun, that food and drinks were in the kitchen if I wanted anything. Laura’s friends watched me watch her mingle, the tingling in my neck spreading out into my body again. I smiled at them as Laura announced that she was going to get dinner ready and walked off to the kitchen.

I sat with the ladies, Katie and Emma, flirted, and watched the games. Jennifer had apparently decided to ignore me in favor of her brother tonight, and that was fine by me. My plans for the evening didn’t involve her either.
I was trying to decide if I should join Laura in the kitchen when Ken’s best friend Steve showed up with his new wife, Lisa. Ken played the perfect host again, and introduced them around the room. I’d met Steve a few times before, and from family gossip knew that he’d just married a stewardess that he’d met on a recent business trip, but I’d not yet met Lisa. I watched her as Ken walked them around the room. Lisa would’ve made Hugh Hefner a happy man - she looked like she’d stepped out a Playboy photo shoot. Her dark hair was cut in a long bob that framed her heart-shaped face, and she had a caramel complexion with dark brown eyes and a mouth made for blow jobs. She wore a gauzy, light blue blouse tucked into a tight, knee length black skirt that was slit halfway up the back, showing off shapely legs cased in black stockings, and she wore long black heels on her small feet. Ken handed her a glass of wine, and she sipped it as he introduced us.

I stood and she shook my hand and said hello. The buzzing in my head zipped off the scale, and I almost fell back onto the couch as Ken and Steve jumped back into the foosball competition. Lisa smiled at me and held my hand.
A second or two ticked by, Lisa and I just smiling away at each other, holding hands, before Katie and Emma invited her into the kitchen.
I managed a weak “nice to meet you” as they giggled down the hall. I tried to look interested in the games for a few minutes, then gave up and decided to go find a snack.
The kitchen ran along the back of the house. Laura and her friends sat around a table nestled into an eating nook, all of them drinking and giggling as they played a board game. The nook opened out into a family room, and I found Lisa sitting on a sofa by herself, watching the action, I asked if I could join her and she nodded, smiling her little smile at me again. We lounged on the sofa, and Lisa told me all about meeting Steve, and her job with the airline, and that she’d felt uncomfortable coming to the party because she didn’t know anyone and had to leave for a flight later that night. I laughed, and told her a lot of the same things about myself, and tried take in her entire body without being too obvious and slimy about it.

I don’t know how long we sat, talking, but Lisa had polished off several glasses of wine by the time Laura plopped between us on the sofa. We were the only three people left in the kitchen. Laura pulled the soda out of my hand and snuggled up against me. Lisa sat up a little straighter.
“You two seem to have hit it off.” Laura’s head leaned back against my shoulder and she tried to look at both of us at the same time.
Lisa finished her drink. “Where did everybody go?”
“It’s the big Twister competition. Looks like we’re the only ones who don’t wanna join in” Laura shrugged and giggled. “It’s not naked Twister, so who cares?”
Lisa giggled back, and glanced around. “I think I need to use the restroom, then go see how Steve’s doing…”
“You can have a little more privacy in our bathroom upstairs.” Laura pointed to a door. “Just take a right, up the stairs and down the hall”
“Got it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Laura watched Lisa shut the door behind her. My arm rested along the top of the sofa, and she pulled my hand into hers, and twisted her body a little, tucking her head under my chin. Her hair smelled sweet. It reminded me of the smell of her bath this afternoon. She against me, pulled my arm tighter around her and looked up at my face.
Her free hand moved to my face, and stroked my cheek. “Matt, I…” She squirmed against me, her voice low and husky. “I had a…a dream about you today.”
My breath caught in my chest, and the tingling in my head neck buzzed louder. She looked into my eyes trying to find the right words, kept gently touching my face. “Do you remember when I asked you to the art fair a few years ago? We talked about getting a hotel room and spending the weekend?”
I nodded.
“I used to have this fantasy that we really went, and… and we got really close. You know?” She looked down at my hand, wrapped in hers.
My mouth moved, and I tried to come up with something suave to say. Not as easy as you might think. I managed to croak “Really?”
She smiled up at me and nodded. “It was the same one today, but really intense.” She played with the back my hand for a second, looked back up at me. “Matt, have you ever, you know, slept with anybody else?”
“Besides Jennifer? Well, yeah. Of course.”
She blushed. “No I figured that, I mean…” she drifted off, looked back at my hand. “I mean, have you ever had an affair?”
My mouth dropped open. “Uh…, Laura…” I had no idea what to say to that. “No.”

She looked back at me, shrugged, and touched my chin with her fingers. “Ken was my first, and I’ve never…well, you know.” Laura smiled, and her hand moved behind my head and pulled me to her. “But tonight, I think…” She drifted off again, and I felt her lips softly touch mine, watched her eyes close. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she leaned her body back into mine, used her hand to move mine up her stomach, made me cup her breast. I felt her nipple harden through the silk of her blouse. She moaned, kissed me harder. I felt my world tilt again, and suddenly I could feel myself flowing into her, sharing her body. I felt her kiss, her mouth, her breast, still sensitive from the afternoon, her nipple stiffen under my hand. I opened my eyes, and I was looking back at myself, my eyes wide with surprise. I watched Laura’s hand slide from my neck, but I was watching from Laura’s eyes. I felt the warm wetness between her thighs, and then just as quickly, the room spun again, and I was back in my own body, tingling all over, like every inch of me had pins and needles. Laura smiled back at me, uncertainly.
And my dick was throbbing.
A lusty shout echoed from the game room. I gently disengaged myself from Laura, slipping off the sofa. I smiled at her and kissed her again, just to make sure it happened. She kissed me back, touching my hips, trying to pull me back to the couch.
“I think it’s my turn to use the bathroom, and I think you might have had a little too much champagne tonight. Why don’t you rest until the party’s over, okay?” Laura smiled and curled up on the sofa. She was asleep by the time I opened the door to the hall.

My dick was screaming at me about leaving Laura again, and I tried to ignore it and walk up the stairs to the bedroom without falling over.
I heard water running as I walked into the bedroom. I peeked around the corner to the bathroom and found Lisa at the sink, touching up her make up. I was in luck. She was still here.
I watched Lisa pack her things into a small bag, and I closed my eyes while she washed her hands. I wasn’t quite sure yet what I wanted to do, but I knew I needed more time and privacy than the sofa downstairs would have provided for me and Laura. I thought I was beginning to get an idea about my newfound abilities.
I wanted to experiment.

The now familiar sensation of pins and needles washed over me as I concentrated, trying to form a picture in my mind, and the room spun around me for a second. When I opened my eyes and looked back into the bathroom, Lisa stood, staring at herself in the mirror, her feet were spread as far apart as her skirt would allow, with her back arched and her butt up in the air, her hands braced against the counter. In my head, I’d pictured her on all fours on the floor, but this was pretty close. I smiled at the look of shock on her face. She tried to move, but just succeeded in knocking her bag to the floor.
She gasped as I stepped into the bathroom. “Matt! What are you doing here?”
There was a note of hysteria in her voice. I tried to look surprised.
“Lisa…sorry, I just had to use the bathroom. I didn’t think you’d still be up here.” Her body shook. I bent over to look at her face, rubbed my hand reassuringly on her back. “Hey, are you alright? You look a little green.”
Actually, she looked on the verge of crying. Her body gave little jerks, shaking as she struggled. “I can’t move,” she whispered.
I smiled, concerned. “What?”
“I can’t move. I can’t move,” she stared at me, not understanding what was happening.
“You can’t move,” I repeated. “Lisa, maybe you had a little too much to drink tonight. Why don’t we…”
She looked up at me again, her brown eyes pleading with me. “I’m not drunk, please…”
“You’re just kidding, right?”
She let her head drop, fighting back tears.

I stood up straight, smiling, and walked over to the toilet, unzipping my pants. She watched, frozen, fear forming on her face, as I took a leak. I sighed as I finished and shook myself dry.
“Matt, what’s going on…” Tears rolled down Lisa’s cheeks, and I moved behind her, my dick screaming at me again. I felt the desire flood my body again, the ache for release building deep in my balls. I ran my hands over her ass, then spanked her hard, watching her face in the mirror. Her eyes bugged out as her body jerked forward, and I slapped her ass again and again. Every time she tried to talk, I whacked her in the butt, until her face was red and the tears were pouring down her cheeks. Then I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up over her hips. She let out a low, quavering moan and shook her head violently from side to side as her skirt ripped where it was slit open. Underneath, Lisa wore a lacy black silk slip, and I pulled that over her ass too. My breath hitched and my dick throbbed up and down at the sight of a pair of black lace panties over a black garter belt. I slid my hand lightly up her stockings, cupping her pussy, gently rubbing, exploring.
“Goddamn, Lisa. Nice ass.” Amazing. Very witty, when I’m horny. “I don’t want you to say anything now, understand? I’m going fuck your ass, and I want you to be very fucking quiet.”
I wrapped my fist in her panties and pulled them off to the side, exposing her pussy lips and the crack of her ass. I grabbed a squirt bottle of liquid soap from the counter, popped the top, pushed the tip into her ass and squirted soap into her butt until it dripped out and down into her pussy. She squealed a little as I grabbed my dick with my other hand, pressed it against her little brown butt hole and pushed hard. Her ass was slick from the soap, and the tip of my dick slipped inside without a fight. I felt Lisa’s body stiffen under me and I grabbed her shoulders for leverage, stuffed myself into her until I felt my balls slap against her pussy.

I heard myself groan with pleasure. Lisa tossed her head back, and I grabbed her brown hair and pulled towards me, forcing her back to bend, pulling her ass closer to me. Her tits strained against her blouse, and I started fucking her hard and fast, watching them bounce up and down. The muscles in Lisa’s asshole twitched and spasmed as she tried to accommodate me. I wanted to see her tits, so I let go of her hair and wrapped her in a bear hug, my fingers sliding into the seam of her blouse, and yanked, popping the buttons, pulling it open down to her belly button. I almost came, seeing her tits in her black, lacy bra, her little, juicy pink nipples sticking out. I cupped her breasts with my hands and squeezed them while I fucked her ass. I kissed her neck and bit at her shoulders and ears, and slammed my dick hard into her.
Lisa’s eyes rolled back into her head as I fucked her. I smiled and moved her arms so they wrapped up and around my neck, so I had a better view of her titties. My balls began twitching, and I decided that I wanted to cum in her pussy. I pulled out of her ass and lowered her to the floor, turning her onto her back, then I wedged myself between her legs and wrapped them around my back. I pulled her panties away from her pussy again, and shoved my way in.

“WHoooo, Lisa. This is what I’ve wanted to do all night.” I breathed into her ear as I eased my weight onto her body. The tingling sensation was screaming through me now, and I wanted Lisa to fuck me back. She started to nuzzle my neck with her mouth, and I smiled at the look of dismay on her face as she grabbed my hands, wrapping her fingers in mine, digging her nails into my arms. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was easily taking me in now. Her back arched, pushing her ass off the ground, letting me further into her, and she mashed her tits against my chest. I kissed her, felt her little tongue push deep into my mouth as she kissed me back. She made sweet little sounds as she ground her hips against me, and I could feel the smooth silk of her stockings as her legs clenched around my back.

Then I had a crazy thought. I slowed down a little, pulled away slightly. Lisa whimpered and tried to pull me back.
“You like it now, don’t you Lisa?” She wouldn’t look at me, but she nodded quickly, grabbing at my ass. I pushed her hands away, pinning them to the floor.
“Lisa, I want to make me cum. Can you do that? Answer me.”
Lisa nodded frantically. “Yesss, ohhh, please…” She ground against me. I wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.
“Can you get pregnant Lisa? Are you on the pill?”
A look of panic swept over her face. “N…N…nooo…not on the pill…” She wiggled her crotch against me, and I smiled at her.
“Good, Lisa. I want to knock you up. Do you understand? Do you want me to get you pregnant?” The sensation that swept over me when Lisa nodded almost made me pass out. She pulled me against her with more force than I could fight, and whispered softly in my ear as she fucked me, “I want to have your baby, I want it soooo baad, ohhhhh…cum in my pussy, cum in me baby…”

She kissed me again, and threw her body into me, knocking the breath out of me. I braced myself against the floor as she grabbed my ass, and I let her fuck me. My orgasm came hard and fast, and she pulled me tightly against her as I spurted a huge load of hot cum into her, over and over. I found myself laying on her a few moments later, both of us panting, her hands still grabbing my ass, my fingers tangled in her hair. I pulled out of her, and she whimpered a little, clutching at me. I looked at her lying there and smiled down on her.
“That’s my girl. It’s getting late, I’m sure your husband’s going to be looking for you. I think you should be leaving pretty soon. But I want you to call me every couple of weeks, and we’re going to meet for lunch. And every month or so, you’re going to tell your husband that you have to work a weekend layover flight, and then you’ll call me. You can get my cell number from Laura. Do you understand?” Lisa nodded without opening her eyes.
I pulled up my pants and left her lying there, panting, the muscles in her stomach still twitching, and went back downstairs to find my wife, absently wondering just what the hell was going on with me.

Mom was standing behind me at the pizza counter, her kids all talking at once, giving her three different pizza orders all at the same time.
Back at the store, my new homeless buddies had taken to my idea, and while I had the three of them shopping for supplies, I hunted down my new favorite family and followed them around the store, back to their car, and then all the way down the main drag to this pizza parlor. I managed to park and be waiting at the counter, ordering my lunch, when the gang walked in.
The kids all wanted something different to eat, and they all had to go to the bathroom. Mom patiently waited out all the requests, and when they finished, Dad handed her a few bills and escorted the kids to the bathrooms. I turned around, my order ticket in hand, and bumped right into her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” I trailed off, ‘surprised’ to find her standing there.
A big smile as she recognized me. “It’s…well! Hi!”
“Small world, huh?” Up close, Mom was very attractive, even with the dumb shirt. I gave her my most flattering smile, and she blushed a little, glancing down, then back at me from under her curly bangs. Pretty. I extended my hand and introduced myself. “I’m Matt, um…”
She flicked her bangs back off her forehead. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Gail.” Her skin was soft and warm, and her breasts jiggled a little as she shook my hand. I could just smell a hint of perfume.

We stood there, holding hands, goofy smiles plastered on our faces. “Well,” I said finally, and held up my receipt. “I guess I should let you order.”
She reached out and gently grabbed my elbow. “Hey, I, umn, I should thank you for earlier.” She fidgeted with her money, then looked me in the eye. “Those men, they…well.”
I patted her shoulder. “Anytime, anytime. You have a great lunch.”
I moved to the drink counter, and caught Mom sneaking glances at me while she placed her pizza order.

The restaurant had a main floor, just away from the counters, with picnic style benches set up for parties and families. A large salad bar stood in the middle of the floor, and a game room for the kids was set up by the entry. A set of stairs capped each end of the floor, leading up to a deck area that circled the entire restaurant, with booths and tables set against the windows. I picked a booth in one of the corners with a good view of the restaurant, set my drink on the table, and eased myself in to wait for my pizza. The place was packed. I had a great view of Mom’s family as they claimed an empty picnic table right in front of me, at the other end of the floor. Mom handed the kids paper menus and crayons, passed around their sodas, and split a pitcher of beer with her husband. She sat down facing me, sipping her beer off the mess left by the last family, sat across from Mom and played tic-tac-toe with their oldest boy. I watched Mom color with her kids, wipe her daughters’ face with a napkin, laugh at a joke her son told her. Her hair liked to flop down over her eyes; I liked the way she flipped it back, tucking her long bangs behind her ear.

A cute, perky employee brought my pizza out to me and took my ticket away. I munched pizza and noticed the teenage girl sitting in the booth in front of me, glaring at her parents and little brother with that look of complete, utter boredom, dislike and irritation that only teenage girls have perfected. She was really pretty, had all the makings of a teenage heartbreaker. Long, thick, dark hair framed a beautiful face with a button nose, sparkling brown eyes and a perfect, sweet little bow of a mouth. She had a dark, cocoa-like complexion and sported a nice, even tan.
She caught me staring at her, and I gave her the same smile that I’d given Mom earlier. She blushed sweetly, bit her lower lip and smiled back. I watched her play with her pizza, and I gave her ‘come hither’ looks to entertain myself while I ate. She surprised me a little by ignoring her family and shooting ‘come and get me’ looks right back at me. She gave her parents a surly look as they finished eating and got ready to leave. She smiled at me over her moms shoulder, and she stopped right in front of me as they trooped by my table. She was wearing a faded old football jersey that was maybe three sizes too big, cut off high at the waist, and light grey sweatpants were rolled down low on her hips. When she stood, I noticed that her belly button was pierced, and she was wearing flip-flops and had a silver ring on her little toe. Not your typical coastal town high-schooler.

I looked up to find her smiling down at me, and she dropped a crumpled napkin on my table. Then she followed her family to the door, paused and wiggled a cell phone at me, and walked outside without another look.
I watched her go, then looked from the doors to the napkin. I glanced over at Mom, daintily nibbling at a slice of pizza.
I picked up the napkin and smoothed it out on the table in front of me. In a soft cursive the girl had written: I’m Cari. Call me. And she’d given me her cell number.
Mom and the family had just about polished off their lunch. I shoved the napkin into my pocket and decided to get down to business.

Gail looked around the bench in a panic. They were ready to leave, and she couldn’t find her purse.
“Are you sure you brought it?” Jim asked.
“I’m positive. I think I must’ve left it at the store.” Gail really wasn’t sure, but the more she thought about it, that was the only explanation. She must’ve left it in their cart after they’d packed everything up. “Can we go back to get it, see if it’s in the lost and found?”
Jim looked at the kids and sighed quietly to himself. He’d had a long morning already, and didn’t want to go hunt for a purse he was sure Gail hadn’t left the house with.
Little Jaime yawned and rubbed at her eyes. “Mommy, I wanna go home.”
Gail smacked her head. “Shit, maybe I left it at the church. Oh shit.”
Jim hated it when Gail got like this. Swearing in front of the kids. And on a Sunday, too. He shook his head in resignation. She wouldn’t let it go until she retraced every step they’d taken this morning. That could take hours, and all he wanted to do was lay down. He could already feel a food coma sneaking up on him.
Then he had an idea. “Hey, honey, why don’t you take the car and go look. We’re just a few blocks from the house. I’ll just walk the kids home, and we’ll all take a nap.”
Relief flooded Gail’s eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. I think we’re all pretty tired, so you go ahead.”
“What about the groceries?”
That’s my Gail, Jim thought. Always another problem. “We didn’t get anything that’ll spoil. You go, I’ll get the bags when you get home.” He tried to give Gail a comforting smile, yawned instead.
“You’re sure? It’ll just take a minute or two.”
Jim stood and gathered up Jaime, who snuggled against his cheek. “Do you have your keys?”
Gail patted her hips. “Shit.” She shook her head.
Jim unclipped his car key from his key chain, handed it to his wife and patted her on the forehead, like she was a small child. Then he hiked his daughter up to a more comfortable position, and went off to round up his sons in the game room, yawning all the way.

I watched as Dad left the restaurant, carrying the little girl, shooing the boys out in front of him. Mom went to the bathroom, and then I followed her as she left, watched her get into the Volvo and pull out of the parking lot. I flipped my car keys around my finger as she drove off and grinned from ear to ear, feeling the tingling in my head subsiding a little. With Mom running on a wild goose chase to find a non-existent purse, I figured I had about a half an hour to get back to the a-frame before I needed to have her drive out that way. I could feel that my homeless buddies were on the way too, almost there, and they would be waiting for Mom. I didn’t want to be late.

The plan was going like clockwork. And then, from behind me…
“Hi.” I turned to find the girl, Cari, smiling at me, her hands on her hips. She gave me a once over, and I stared at her with my mouth open.
“I didn’t think you’d call, so I thought I’d come back to give you a chance to ask me out.”
I shook my head. “Really.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Yep.” She stepped closer, stopped just a couple inches away from me, and looked up into my eyes. “I’m Cari.”
I cleared my throat. “Cari. It’s nice to…”
She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned towards me. “What’s your name?”
Ummmn. “I’m Matt.”
“What are you doing this afternoon, Matt?”
Jesus. This girl couldn’t have been more than sixteen, had no idea who I was, and she was close enough for me to kiss. “I, uh, was going to take a drive out to the beach.”
Cari inched even closer. “Sounds like fun.” She smiled hopefully. “When we got home after lunch, my mom told me to go to the beach and meet some kids, play some Frisbee. Do you like Frisbee, Matt?”
I realized this was a losing battle. “No.”
“Neither do I. But I told mom I’d go to the beach,” she pressed a finger against my chest. “And I’d like to go with you.” She shrugged and plopped back down onto her feet. “At least I won’t be lying to her if we go.”
I cleared my throat again. She smelled nice. Oh, the things I wanted to do to her. But I had other plans this afternoon, and I didn’t want to deal with another teenage girl in my life.
“Um, Cari. Excuse me, but, how old are you?”
She walked around me, keeping her finger on my chest. I followed her in a slow turn.
“I’ll be seventeen in a couple weeks.”
“Seventeen.”
She smiled and cocked an eyebrow at me. “You aren’t a Townie, are you?” It was a statement, not a question.
“No.”
“Me either. We just moved here at the beginning of the summer.” Cari stared out at the street, lifted her head to the breeze. I could smell the ocean. She sighed, looked back at me and put both her hands on my chest. “You aren’t some crazy psycho killer, are you?”
You don’t know the half of it, kid.
“Nope.” At least, not yet.
She kissed my cheek, softly. “Then take me to the beach, and we’ll play for a while.”

Cari paused when she saw my van.
“Definitely psycho killer,” she mumbled.
“What’s that?” I grinned maniacally. She grinned back.
“This is really your car?”
“Yep. I decided to take a road trip for my vacation, so I bought this thing to sleep in if I couldn’t find a hotel.”
“Seriously psycho killer.” she had a good laugh, a soft, smoky sound. She yanked the passenger door open and climbed inside. “Whoooo… Shit, it’s hot in here!”
I slammed my door shut, stuck the key in the ignition and started the van with a roar. “Roll down the window. The air conditioning in this thing barely works.”
Cari looked around, back at me, raised that eyebrow again.
I broke down, confessed. “If it makes you feel any better, my other car’s a BMW.”
“Yeah. I bet.” she grinned.
I showed her my key ring, and she cocked her eyebrow again.
“Really. Why would I lie? It’s not like I’m gonna impress you with my cool, happening van.”
She fingered the key with the blue and white BMW symbol stamped on it.
“I think it’s kind of sexy, driving with a psycho.” she pecked my cheek again.
“And I don’t think you know me well enough to call me a psycho killer, then go kissing on me.”
She settled back into her seat and looked out the window, stretched and smiled back at me.
“I think I’ll kiss you whenever I want.” She pointed. “Take me to the beach, and you never know what else I’ll do.”
I rolled my eyes and put the van in gear. “I think I just heard jail doors clanging shut.”
“Only happen if anybody finds out.” She squeezed my knee, and my dick almost exploded. “And I’ll never tell.”
“Finds out what?”
She stretched again, showing off for me. “Drive, Cutie.”
I drove.

Initially, I was supposed to be at the a-frame to participate with the bums when Mom showed up, but my little surprise treat threw a wrench into those plans.
I looked over at Cari, scrunched down in the seat, her arms thrown back around the head rest, half-listening as she told me about her move up from California.
So things had changed. I just had to adapt.

Cari’s parents had pulled her out of her last month of school in L.A., found a house on the beach up here and settled in. Cari had spent the last two weeks of her junior year in a new school where she stuck out like a sore thumb, where most of the guys just wanted to fuck the hot new chick and most of the girls hated her. She’d managed to meet one girl who seemed cool, but she and her family were on vacation for the summer - where else? - in California. So Cari had spent the last month wandering around the town, watching movies, hanging out on the beach and being pissed off at her mom and dad.
“Just wait until September - once the rain starts, you won’t even want to go outside.”
She groaned. “Figures.” She looked at me. “So where are we going, Killer?”
I glanced over at her. She was grinning and playing with her belly ring. I shook my head and let out a long, slow breath.
“Thought you wanted to go to the beach?”
“There was a beach entrance just down the road from the pizza place, by my house.”
Oh.
She hugged her knees to her chest. “But I guess you probably didn’t want to meet my folks, huh?”
“Might not be the best idea, yet.”
She grinned at me again. “Maybe after we run off to Las Vegas together. Sound fun?”
“Which, the meeting your parents part, or running off to ‘Vegas?”
“Vegas.” She hummed a little, and I recognized the wedding march tune. “I’ve always thought getting married at a drive through church would be cool.”
Where the fuck was that parking lot?
She pointed. “Look, there’s a beach access.”
Finally. Thank God. I pulled into the parking lot for the second time that day. No other cars here this time. I parked and we got out of the car. Cari snuck her arm through mine, cocked her head at the van. “You got a Frisbee lying around in there?”
“Nope. We’ll have to figure out something else to do.”
She pressed close against me. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find something fun.”

I led Cari through the woods towards the beach, feeling her body next to me, her hands on my arm.
When we pulled into the lot, I’d tried to locate Mom and my three bums. The tingling washed over me, and I got a clear mental image of the bums, waiting at the a-frame, ready to go. Mom was a little harder to focus on, with Cari distracting me, but the tingling ramped up and I caught her, still driving, heading back from the store. I remembered that she’d had a glass of beer during lunch. That was lucky - without the alcohol in her system, I probably wouldn’t have had any control at this distance. It was going to be hard enough to keep my mind on her and the three guys while I was a few hundred yards across the freeway, dealing with Cari on top of everything else… This would be the first real test of whatever was happening to me, of my limits. I could feel the bums already passing around a bottle of Ripple. That’d help too.
When I’d first started experimenting with my abilities, I’d found that alcohol gave me a big assist. The drunker the subject the better, actually. Pot, acid, and some other drugs were effective in helping me control someone too.

A clearer picture of Mom popped into my head as she drove closer. I concentrated and sent a subtle suggestion her way.
Then Cari and I broke through the cover to the beach. She stopped and looked up and down the coast. The sun was beginning to set, sending waves of color over the horizon, and the surf was beginning to come back in. A few gulls floated in the air and waddled around by the tide pools, but otherwise we were alone.
“Wow,” she said, and pulled me with her, down through the driftwood towards the water. She stopped and took off her flip-flops when we hit the thick, dry sand. I took off my old hiking boots and stuffed them with my socks, rolled up my Levi’s. When we were moving again, I guided her towards the cove I’d found that morning.
She stood, looking out over the water, then pulled me down into the sand. She curled up against me, and we watched the sun set together. My attention kept wandering back to her. I cleared my throat.
“So, why’d you come back to talk to me?”
Cari looked up and smiled her little flirty smile, eyebrow cocked like that was the dumbest question she’d heard all day. “Because you’re cute.”
“Oh. Just for my good looks.”
She looked at me for a long second, and she suddenly seemed a lot older than sixteen, and a little sad. Then she pushed me down into the sand, hooked a leg around me and rolled on top of me. “That’s why I gave you my phone number.” She ran her hand over my face, and I felt her body relax onto mine. “I came back because… because I didn’t want to be alone again today.” She gave me a long searching look, smiled again. “Why did you let me pick you up?”
“Did you give me a choice?”
“Uh-uh.”
And she kissed me.

Gail was beginning to wonder if Jim had been right about her purse. Maybe she had just left it at home. She’d been back to the church and found it locked up tight. Nobody had answered when she pounded at the doors, so she’d driven back to the store. Nothing there, only an old umbrella and a dirty baseball cap in the lost and found.
I usually leave it at home on Sunday, don’t I? Her brains felt scrambled today. Ever since those creepy drunks had tried to get money from her at the store. If it hadn’t been for that cute guy who’d helped her, well. Who knows what those freaks would’ve done. He had been cute, too, in his faded black t-shirt and old Levi’s. Gail remembered staring at his butt while he was waiting in line at the pizza place, hoping Jim wouldn’t notice, wondering if she ever would’ve had the nerve to just walk up and pinch it. She felt another little flush of horniness, just like that afternoon when he’d touched her hand.

She squirmed a little in her seat, her crotch starting to tingle. When was the last time talking to some stranger made her horny? Gail couldn’t remember. She could still see his face in her mind, clear as day. What was his name? Mark? No, no Matt. That was it. She squirmed some more, felt her panties getting wet. Gail ran her hand over her thigh, felt the soft fabric of her slacks against her skin. She wondered if that Matt guy had caught her staring at him. She thought he might’ve, and that seemed to excite her even more. Jeez, she thought, I haven’t felt like this in years. Maybe I should’ve got his phone number? Jim was going to go home and take a nap, I could’ve called him and invited him out for a drink, just to say thanks for…
A wave of horniness flooded over Gail, almost making her swerve into the other lane. There wasn’t anyone else on the freeway now, and it was getting dark. Nobody would notice if I just pulled over for a few minutes, she thought, and, and…

Gail sat up straight with a start.
Waitaminute. Why am on the freeway? She looked around, trying to figure out how far she’d driven from town. She flicked on her headlights, couldn’t see any signs. Jeez, she thought again, I must’ve really zoned out. Gail glanced at her gas tank: half full. She shook her head to try and clear it. There was a concrete divider here, so she couldn’t just make a u-turn, but she could see a driveway up a little further, just at the edge of her headlight beams. There, she thought. I’ll just pull in and turn the car around…
Gail eased her car through the bushes covering the driveway, found it wasn’t big enough to make a quick turn, so she followed the little road up the hill, the trees hiding what was left of the fading sunlight. She wound her way up, popping out into a barren parking lot. An old a-frame house stood at the edge of the clearing, with a couple of lights on in the windows. Gail stopped her car. It’s getting late, she thought, Jim might be awake by now, wondering where she was. She shook her head again at her own silliness. That cute guy must’ve really done something to her head today, if she was thinking about pulling over on the freeway. Buy why had she even driven to the freeway? Her house was a good ten minutes away, in the opposite direction she’d come. Gail shook her head again. Normally she was so on top of things. Not today, she thought. I guess I should’ve slept a little later this morning, just skipped church.

She looked at the house, wondering if maybe there was a phone here she could use to call home. The lights were on. Maybe there was somebody home.
Gail turned off the car, took the key out of the ignition, and ran her hand through her hair. She opened the car door, stepped out into the night air, and hugged herself as a cool breeze off the ocean chilled her. She walked to the a-frame, squeezing her arms to her chest, wondering just what she was going to say to her husband when he answered the phone.

I know it’s been said before, but it’s amazing how fast time can fly when you’re having fun. Cari pushed away from me, holding my face in between her hands. I ran my hands through her thick hair, and she gave me her little smile.
I was starting to really like that smile.
“Better than Frisbee?” she asked. I just nodded. “I think it’s time to check out the water.” Cari stood and straddled me.
“It’s little cold, don’t you think?”
She giggled, gave me a little kick. Then she pulled off the jersey and plopped it on my head. It smelled so nice I almost didn’t want to move it, but I pushed it away just in time for Cari to toss her sweats on me too. I managed to raise myself to my elbows in the sand.
Cari stood over me, in just her panties and bra. My dick, already trying hard to rip out of my pants during our kissing frenzy, desperately tried to pull me up to my feet. She kicked a little sand at me. “Come on, swim with me. Not afraid of a little water, are ya?” She kicked some more sand, then turned and ran.

I watched her butt, the smooth muscles in her legs as I stood up, pulling off my own t-shirt. I mumbled to myself as she splashed her way into the water, “Not the water, sharks.” I unbuttoned my Levi’s, muttered to myself, “She’s fucking sixteen.” I slipped out of my jeans, walked down to the water.
Cari had pretty much just jumped right in. My feet touched the water and my balls tried to shrink into my chest, and my dick lost a little of its single-mindedness. Cari stood up and wrung out her hair. She was standing in water up past her hips, held out her hands to me. “Nice shorts.”
“Jockey boxer-briefs. Super comfortable, and just the thing for late night swims with a hot young thing.”
“Come on, old man,” she giggled. “Dive on in.”

I sighed and waded out to her. The tide was coming in stronger now, and it felt like the water was trying to push be back to the sand. Cari splashed over to me and threw herself against me, wrapping her arms around be and pressing herself hard against me. Her mouth covered mine, and I heard a little moan from her. I held her like that, felt her sharp little tongue slip into my mouth, felt her body against me, and then a wave knocked us both over. We came up sputtering, and she wrapped herself around me again, laughing. I carried her over to a rocky ledge, so we’d be a little sheltered from the waves. She clung to me, and wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me hard. I kissed her back, kissed her neck, her cheeks, felt her nibble at my earlobe and run her hands through my hair. She ground her hips against me, and her hands slipped down my back, hooking in my underwear. She braced herself against the rock at my back, used her legs to roll my underwear down over my hips, rubbing her crotch against me. My dick sprung free, and she moaned as it pressed against her. Cari looked at me, lifted herself up so the tip of my dick was rubbing against her panties.

“Please…” she gasped. I cupped her ass in my hands, pulled her panties away from her pussy, and she settled herself onto me, wiggling her hips on the way down, taking me inside. I felt her stop suddenly, sudden pressure against me inside her, keeping me from moving further, deeper. Cari rested her forehead against mine, and smiled at me, her hips continuing their slow, grinding circle. She was panting a little, and she kissed me. I felt her raise her hips a little, getting leverage. She pressed her lips against me, kissing me harder. I could feel her breath, hot on my cheek, as she panted into my ear, “You’re… my… first…ohhh”. She pushed down with her hips, and I felt the pressure against the tip of my penis again, and then I was through. Cari stiffened against me, her pussy sliding completely down my penis, taking me in. I held her, kissing her gently, and she slowly relaxed. She smiled at me again, then reached behind her and unfastened her bra, slipping it off and then around my neck as I held her. She used it to pull me close, kissed me, and moved her hips against me again.
I listened to the ocean and Cari’s breath in my ear, felt her nipples harden against my chest as she gave herself to me. Her pussy, hot and wet, pulled me deeper inside her. “I think I could love you, old man,” she whispered.

Gail knocked, a little ‘bonk, bonk’ against the window. The door was already open so she stuck her head inside. “Hellooo, anybody home?” She walked in and eased the door shut. She peeked around at the house. Something was wrong, she thought, as she noticed all the trash scattered over the floor. It doesn’t look like anybody lives here, so why are the lights on?
She walked further into the house, into the big room with the windows, the last of the sunlight filling the room. She looked up at a chain dangling from a hook in the ceiling. And then she realized someone else was in the room.
Gail gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Standing by the window, watching her, was one of the drunks from the store. He smiled nastily at her, licked his lips. Then Gail heard the flush of a toilet, and somebody spoke off to her right.

“He fucking did it!” Another of the bums, the short, scrawny one, was walking out of a room, buckling up his pants.
“Yeah, dunno how, but dude said she’d be here, an’ here she is.” Gail whirled around. At the door was the other one, the big drunk who’d first asked her for her money, and he was locking the door.
Oh no. No no no no no… Gail felt her stomach twist in a knot. They’d locked her in. She was trapped in here with them. She couldn’t think…why did she come here? Why where they here… it sounds like they were waiting for her, but they couldn’t have…who were they talking about? How did they know she was coming? Gail twisted around, the three men moving closer. She felt panic wash over her like a wave. She had to run. Had to. All those dumb self-defense courses never said anything about how to handle three drunk men. Gail looked around frantically, saw the stairs by the bathroom. She glanced at the bum nearest her. He was still pulling up his pants, maybe she could make it to the stairs, maybe find another door…

Gail tried to run, but she only made it a couple feet, then the heels of her shoes wobbled, and she slid in the trash on the floor, arms flailing, trying to keep her balance, and she fell forward, right into the drunk who caught her, dropping his pants. She tried to break free, but he grabbed her and spun her around, pulling her arms around her chest, pinning her to him. His smell brought tears to her eyes, and she felt something hard poking against her bottom. She struggled, but the other two were there, grabbing at her. The big one took her arms and pinched her wrists together as the other one tore a long strip of silver duct tape from a roll. “No no no no…” Gail tried to scream, but the guy behind her grabbed her mouth with his filthy hand, jerking her head back onto his shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up, Bitch.”

Her hands were roughly pulled out in front of her, and Gail felt her wrists being taped together. Then the big bum grabbed the chain hanging from the ceiling, yanked it down and wrapped it tightly over and around the tape. The metal dug through the tape into her wrists, and Gail squeaked in pain as he jerked the chain tight, locking it with a small padlock, handcuffing her. He grabbed the other end of the chain, pulled hard, and Gail’s hands shot into the air.
“MMMMMMMMM!!!” She shook her head from side to side, trying to dislodge the hand from her mouth. The little bum in front of her smiled wickedly, raising a red rubber ball the size of a small apple in front of her eyes.
“You know what this is, Bisth?” he lisped. Gail shook her head, her eyes wide. He looked at the guy behind her. “Let go of her mouth, Tharlie.”
The guy behind her, Charlie, shifted, and Gail felt his hand move from her mouth, down to her neck. She opened her mouth to scream, sucked in a lungful of air, and the bum shoved the ball into her mouth, wedging it in as far as he could. Gail gagged and tried to shake her head, but Charlie grabbed her hair, forcing her to hold her head still. She heard more tape being ripped from the roll, and then the bum stuck a long strip over her mouth.

“Go ‘head, raith her on up, Manny.”
The big bum pulled the chain until Gail’s arms were straight over her head, hoisting her up until she was spinning slowly, the tips of her toes just touching the floor, then he tied the chain around the stairwell banister. They watched as Gail spun, kicking and struggling. Then they surrounded her. Gail screamed into the gag as their hands pawed at her. The big one, Manny, grabbed her blouse at the throat and tore it open, grinning as her breasts popped out, almost into his face. He grabbed one and squeezed hard, rubbing it through her bra. “Look it’ fellas, I found her titties!” Gail watched him stare at her breasts, felt her nipple stiffen against his hand. She whimpered, and he laughed. “Bitch likes her titties squeezed, fellas. Check ‘em out!” He pulled her bra down over her other breast, and shoved it into his mouth. Gail screamed again as she felt his teeth bite down hard, chewing her breast from her nipple up, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and holding on with his teeth, then he yanked his head back, ripping his clenched teeth down her soft breast.

She kicked and thrashed until one of them hit her in the stomach. Gail threw up against her gag, sending vomit spewing out of her nose, into the big bums’ hair and down his back. She felt hands fumbling at her belt as she gasped for breath, felt her slacks being pulled off, down her legs. Someone thrust a hand down her panties and played with her pussy, and she felt another rubbing her ass, fingering he asshole, as Manny continued squeezing and chewing on her breasts. Gail tried to fight, but a tearing pain ran through her shoulders and down her arms, the weight from her body tearing at the chains around her wrists, turning her hands numb. She felt her legs being spread, and suddenly she was being supported by Manny, standing in front of her. The pain in her arms lessened as he wrapped her legs around him and grabbed her ass. Charlie ripped her panties off of her body and bit her neck, drawing blood. She screamed again, and Manny laughed, the head of his swollen cock pressing up against her pussy. The bum who’d gagged her grabbed her hair and rubbed her ruined panties against her face, then he stuck them in his mouth and bugged out his eyes, squealing at her. And then Manny dropped her, ripping his huge cock into her pussy, and she screamed as the weight of her body almost dislocated her arms as she fell onto him.
“Now were gonna fuck you, you Goddamn Bitch!” Gail felt pressure against her asshole and a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. She could barely breath, and shook her head again frantically, her eyes wide and pleading, begging them not to do this, to let her go. And then Charlie, straddling her from behind, shoved his cock deep into her ass.

The two men grunted as they fucked her, alternating their thrusts, Manny, fucking her pussy, rocking her back onto Charlie’s cock, forcing him deep into her ass, and then Charlie would thrust, ramming her pussy back down onto Manny, as he raged back up inside her. She cried and screamed into her gag, kicking and thrashing, exciting them even more.
“The Bitch fucking loves us, Roscoe” Manny snorted at the bum chewing on Gail’s panties, and then bit her neck. Blood trickled down her neck as he gnawed and grunted, and Gail cried out and tried to use her head to push him away. Roscoe threw Gail’s panties into a corner, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, giving Manny easy access to her throat. Gail’s screams became hoarse and her eyes popped out, staring up at her shackled hands, the blood oozing down her wrists as Manny chewed on her neck, working from her ear down to her shoulder.

“Fucking bbb-Bitch!” The bum behind Gail grabbed her tits and squeezed, causing fresh tears to run down her cheeks, slamming himself into her asshole. Then his body stiffened, and she whimpered as the salty fluid stung her torn ass. Gail had barely realized that the bum had cum in her ass when he pulled his dick out, slapping it on her butt, as Manny’s thrusts became shorter and harder. He bit her as he came, hard enough to rip a mouthful of flesh from her shoulder, and he spat it into her face as he let her drop. She cried out again as her tortured wrists and arms absorbed the weight of the fall.

The two bums watched as Gail spun, her head hung on her chest, pain shooting through her body, her muscles twitching uncontrollably.
“This isn’t happening, this can’t be happening, can’t be…,” Gail repeated over and over in her mind.
“Le’th her down, Manny.”
“You sure, Roscoe?”
“Yep. I’th my turn now.”

A pair of boots moved into Gails’ line of sight. She lifted her head, and suddenly she was loose, falling to her knees. Roscoe, the bum with the lisp, stood in front of her, his long, skinny cock hard and purple, pointing straight up and out towards her face, twitching. He knelt and ripped the tape off her face.
“Gimme that ring Tharlie.”
Roscoe stepped on the chain, pinning her hands to the floor, and lifted her head by the hair. “Hold her jus’ like that.” Charlie straddled her back, pinned her between his knees, and grabbed a handful of hair with both his hands, forcing her neck and back to arc painfully. Both hands free, Roscoe grabbed Gail’s nose and her chin, and pried her mouth open until her jaw cracked. Gail kicked at the floor and whimpered in pain while Manny pulled the rubber ball out of her mouth. Gail’s jaws locked open, and she felt something cold and metallic forced between her teeth.
“That’ll do ith.” Roscoe let go and slapped her face as he stood up.

She still couldn’t close her mouth, and Gail thought they’d gagged her again. She tried to poke it out with her tongue, but licked her lips instead. She tried to shut her mouth, but something was keeping her jaws pried open. She flicked her tongue around inside her mouth, and tasted metal, a thin metal ring wedged behind her teeth.
Manny watched her tongue probe around, trying to find the gag, and started stroking his cock. “Looks like she can’t wait to suck some dick.”
Roscoe bent, and picked up a long, thin, aluminum yard stick and smacked it into his hand, grinning at her. “You wanna do the honors, Manny, be my guesth’. I was always an asth’ man, m’self.” Charlie let go of her head and moved off her back. He and Roscoe knelt next to her face, keeping her hands pinned to the floor, and masturbated, rubbing their dicks through her hair and over her face. Charlie had a small dick, compared to the other two, maybe just a little bigger than her husbands penis, but it was covered with blood and shit from her ass. He grinned as he wiped it around on her face.

“Bitch is gonna suck me clean!” He was already hard again, and grabbed her by the ears, forcing her to stare at his filthy cock. Gail managed a whining gurgle before he pushed himself all the way into her mouth. She tried to bite down, but couldn’t, the metal ring kept her jaw from closing, and Gail kicked and thrashed as she felt the tip of his dick pound the back of her throat, tasted her own shit on her tongue, in her mouth. She fell to the floor, snapping her neck backwards, and his slimy dick popped out of her mouth and slid up and over her face, into her hair. Gail squirmed, trying to roll away, then she heard a short whistle and a burst of fire exploded along her ass. Roscoe, behind her, raised the yardstick and whipped her again, raising a long, red welt along her back.
“Where d’you think you’re goin’? Get up on your fucking knees and suck him off, you fucking Bi’th!” He whipped her again and again, driving the breath from her lungs. She tried to roll out of the way, but Roscoe stood between her legs and all she could do was rock back and forth, exposing more of her hips. She cried out as the metal hit her, making sharp, fleshy smacks as the supple metal snaked across her back, her ass and her legs. Roscoe was screaming at her to get up, and Manny and Charlie grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back to a kneeling position. As she managed to get her trembling knees back under her, the whipping stopped, and Roscoe knelt behind her and forced himself between her legs. He slid the yardstick across her neck and pulled, giggling, forcing his dick into her ass, choking her as he fucked her. Manny pushed Charlie out of the way, and shoved the tip of his cock, almost as big around as her fist, into her mouth. He grabbed her by the back of her head, and started slamming his hips against her face, driving himself deep into her mouth and down into her throat, until his balls slapped against her chin.

Gails’ world slowly turned black, and the last thing she knew as she finally, mercifully, lost consciousness, was the slap of Manny and Roscoe’s bodies pounding against hers, and their thick groans of pleasure.

Her first thought, as she regained consciousness, was that she’d died. Then the pain returned in a flood of sensation, and Gail knew she wasn’t so lucky. And then she heard voices, and fear crept back around the pain.
“She’s alive!”
This voice was different than the men who had raped her; it was quieter, younger.
“Hey lady! Can you hear me?”

Gail blinked open her crusted eyelids and tried to focus on the dark, blurry shapes surrounding her, blotting out the sun from the window. She tried sitting up, but couldn’t move her arms or her legs. She weakly raised her head, and pain shot through her neck, down her back. She was lying face-up on the wood floor of the a-frame, with her arms and legs spread out at angles and chained to four corners of the room. She felt someone grab her shoulder and shake her, and she winced with pain. Gail tried to focus as the blurs continued to talk.

“Dude! I know who she is! It’s Mrs. Vedder!”
Gail thought, They know me!
“Naw Dude, no way.”
“Seriously, man. Look - she always used to wear stupid shirts like that.” Someone shook her again. “Hey, Mrs Vedder? Can you hear me?”
Gail stared straight at the blob in front of her, and a face slowly swam into view. She squinted, and almost cried when she recognized one of her old students…Richard…Rick… Ricky! It was Ricky!

Ricky smiled at her and held her head as Gail tried to speak to him, but she could only manage some muffled grunts past the ring still stuck in her mouth. Then another voice spoke.
“Yeah. Yeah, it is Mrs. Vedder. Somebody fucked her up good, man.”
“Looks like somebody fucked her, that’s for sure.” Gail was surrounded by boys, maybe ten or eleven of them including Ricky, maybe more, all staring down at her. One of the boys twirled a rag around on his finger. “Look, I found her panties in the corner.” Gail felt them staring at her, and she craned her neck and looked down her battered body. Shame flooded through her as she realized that she was still naked, all of her clothes torn off except for her bra, which was ripped and pulled down, exposing her breasts. Several of the boys were staring openly at her crotch and her chest. She began to recognize more of them, almost all of them as students from school, some of them from her own art classes.

“Didn’t her old man say that she ran off with some dude, like a week ago?”
“Yeah, that’s what he said to the cops.”
Gail looked around from one of them back to the other, trying to make sense of what they were saying. She’d been missing a week? And Jim had said what? She tried to talk again, make them listen to her, to help her.

Ricky held her head and stared at her, looking up and down her body. “Somebody raped you, didn’t they?”
Gail nodded, and tears ran down her cheeks.
“And you’ve been tied up here for a week?”
She shook her head, grunted around the ring in her mouth.
He held up a plastic water bottle, sloshed it around. “You thirsty?”
Gail hadn’t realized how thirsy until then, but her body almost quivered at the sound from the bottle. Ricky looked up at his friends.
“You guys all recognize her now?”
A mutual affirmative, all the boys started talking at once.
“Dude, lookit her titties. Always wanted to grab a handful a’ that tit meat, man.”
“We’d all watch her ass, ‘cuz when she’d write on the chalkboard it’d wiggle, y’know?”
”Man, I used to get a hard-on when she’d bend over, y’know, when she’d help me out? An’ you could see right down her shirt ‘an her bra…”,
“One day she asked me to stay after class to help her pull boxes out of the supply closet, and I swear I wanted to just bend her over her desk and fuck that ass…”
“Dude, you never would’a fucked her after school, you would’a been too scared you’d get caught.”
”Oh, yeah? I’d ‘a fucked her, an’ anybody who found out could’a had sloppy seconds, man.”
“Yeah, like the janitor comin’ around, see you fucking her, he be like, ‘Whoa, Dude! Lemme get some’a that!’, y’know what I’m sayin’!”
Gail looked at each of them in horror. Then Ricky sloshed the water again. “Shut up, you jerk offs.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up, Dude!”
“Yeah, Ricky, fuck you.”
He looked up at them, and smiled. “Y’all wanted to fuck her in school, right?”
Everybody nods, curious.

Ricky looked Gail in the eye and threw a leg over her stomach, so his crotch was just below her chin, and sat on her chest. He looked around again and pointed around the a-frame.
“Well, here she is, all racked up and waiting for us in our house. And nobody knows she’s here. Her own fucking husband dissed her, tellin’ the cops she split town with some dude she met at the pizza place, right?
The kids look at Gail, terrified, back to Ricky, smiling crazily down at Gail.
“Yeah, so?”
Gail watched Ricky unzip his pants.

“This is what I think. I’ll make a deal with you, Mrs. Vedder. Somebody fucked you really good and decided to leave you here to die, by the way you look, and whoever they were, they’re probably long gone. And you’ve been here at least a few days, so you’re probably thirsty and hungry, right?”
Gail nods slowly, eyes wide.
“So here’s the deal. An’ I think it’s probably better than starving to death here. You’re in the place where we all hang out during the summer, and you didn’t ask our permission to be here. And it sounds like, we all wanna get some off you. So, I figure, you let us do what we want with you for the rest of the summer, and I promise we’ll let you go.”
Gail made grunting sounds as she shook her head, frantically, from side to side. No no no no no…. she screamed to herself. No no no…
“No questions asked, but you never go to the cops, you got it? Or we will come and really fuck you up. But you let us do whatever for the next few weeks, you be our little fuck toy, an’ I promise we’ll take care of you ‘till then. Or…” He looked around. “We do what we want anyway, and a month or two from now, somebody calls the cops, tells ‘em to go check the old surf shop outside of town.” He smiles. “You think you can hold on that long if we don’t help you?” Ricky finally looks around at his buddies, then back to Gail. “Seems logical to me, right guys?”
Ricky looks around again. Everybody grins at her.

Gail stares up at Ricky, his fly undone, holding the water bottle in front of her face, and runs her tongue over her lips. Oh God, please… She turned her head to the side, and felt a tear slide down her cheek. She nods.
“Good girl.” Ricky unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down over his hips. His dick pops out, already hard and twitching, and he grabs her hair, turning her head back to him, and rubs his dick along her chin. His friends stare, the excitement building in their teenage bodies, some of them pulling out their own cocks.
“We didn’t bring any food for you today, though, Mrs. Vedder. Just some pot and some munchies for us.” Ricky continued rubbing his penis on her face. “You like pot, Mrs. Vedder?”
Gail shook her head, no.
“That’s okay. More for us.” Ricky paused, thinking. “Y’know what I read the other day?”
Gail shakes her head again.

“My pop hides his porn in the bathroom, thinks we don’t know it’s there. But I found it, right? And the other day I was gonna jack off, but I started reading this thing about some bitch giving head for the first time, and swallowing it icked her out until one of her friends told her that cum is just a bunch of protein. Just like drinking milk.” Ricky held her head by the hair and rubbed his cock on her lips. “You ever hear that, Mrs. Vedder?”
Gail was crying again, and barely noticed the boys kneeling behind Ricky, or the hands running over her stomach, her legs, her pussy.
“I sure do hope it’s true, ‘cause that’s the only thing you’re gonna get to drink today.” Ricky pressed the tip of his dick into her mouth, pulled her head against his stomach by her hair. Gail felt him sigh as he slid deeper into her mouth.
“At least there’s a bunch of us here to tide you over until tomorrow.”

Ricky was pretty much true to his word, if you can call a steady diet of chips, beer, drugs and cum from pre-teenage boys ‘taking care’ of somebody. Apparently, the a-frame had been claimed by all the boys from the town as their private hangout. At the end of the summer, right when school started back up, Ricky and a couple other boys visited Gail one last time, and let her loose with a final little gift. Gail was wandering along the freeway naked when she was picked up by a sheriff and escorted to a nearby hospital to be treated for exposure and a spanking new heroin addiction. While Gail was in the hospital, she found out she was pregnant, and after her calls home were ignored, she learned that good old Jim had shacked up with a woman named Jenny Trall, the principal at Gail’s school. After a couple of days, Jim’s lawyer served her with a divorce notice.

When she was released from the hospital, Gail decided to pay them a little visit, and Jim and Jenny slapped her with a restraining order, which Gail promptly broke. She was arrested after attacking Jim in front of their children while leaving church, and punching Jenny in the face, breaking her nose. Gail spent a few months in jail, and currently lives and works with her cell-mate, Matilda, who owns a tattoo parlor here in town. Last I heard, she’d kicked the heroin and she and Matilda were expecting a bouncing baby boy.

I decided to extend my vacation, and rented a small house, just down the beach from Cari’s parents place. Cari’s buddy, Wendy, and her family returned a couple weeks early from California, and the three of us spent the rest of the summer hanging out, playing on the beach, and getting to know each other better. Cari’s parents made it through exactly two weeks of September rain and decided to rent their house and move back to sunny L.A. They let Cari stay and move in with Wendy. Since she seemed to be doing so well, they didn’t want to disrupt her senior year, and Wendy’s parents thought it was a great idea. So did I. Cari and Wendy spent Christmas vacation up here with me, checking out the college campus and spending time in the big city. They just sent me a bunch of pictures of themselves in their cheerleader uniforms doing very nasty things to each other, with a letter asking me to join them in California for spring break, at a cheerleading competion.
Sounds like a dream come true, except I don’t think the two young ladies living with me will appreciate it much.

And here I am back in town, figuring out what it is I’m going to do with my gift. I’d just about forgotten Lisa and Laura over the summer, and I just heard from Roscoe today. He and Manny were heading back down this way after settling a score with a woman who put them both in prison. The three of them had driven for two days straight after leaving Gail at the a-frame, and found the woman at the very bar where they’d raped her a year or two back. Charlie had been knifed and killed during the ensuing barfight, and they’d left the Volvo in the parking lot during their getaway. Roscoe said they were looking forward to getting into town and hooking up.

But that’s another story.

Sasha stood off to the side of the soldiers, silentlyscanning the groups of people around him. He wasn’t looking for anyone inparticular, but his eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on theback of his neck stood on end. On the surface, the girl was unremarkable andthe soldiers certainly hadn’t taken any notice of her; however Sasha hadlittle regard for their abilities anyway.

From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowingred-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coatin an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she weretrying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was stillshivering in the cold.

She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue tothat. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun wasshining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a betterlook at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closerinspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. What was she doing here?

Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believeher bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching peoplejust when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t haveanything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heardstories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed herand she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one ofthe men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrivedwith the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her thatit wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhapsit was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty lookinghandgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. Oh, god.

Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalkedtowards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly. The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, althoughhe wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a haltabout 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come tohim. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and herheart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over tohim, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.He looked unamused. He continued his advancement on her,growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope ofa means of escape. No chance. Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbedher by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but notdaring to touch him.

The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holdinghis fistful of poker straight hair. He seemed to be studying her face,enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into herthroat. He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilther head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t darebreak his stare. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eyethat left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.

“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting thegun trail down to her collarbone. “What are you doing here?” Suzanne hadtrouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance througha “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all. Thankfully, she didremember how to say “I don’t understand.” She’d used it a lot.

She sounded like she’d learned what little of the languageshe had from a Russian. Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in thegirl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers. “American?”he said in English, then shook his head at her silence. “Not American, youdon’t talk enough. English?” She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Why are youhere?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers. She flinched,tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in herhair.

His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot betterthan her attempts at speaking a foreign language. Suzanne could understand himfine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here. He washolding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he wascertainly succeeding in that. She gasped softly as he let the gun play againstthe neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts fora moment. He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.

The girl was terrified, that much was obvious. Tough. Hewanted answers from her regardless. She whimpered in fear as he leaned downand slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against herthigh. “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear. “You answer my questions, or we play rough. I’m happy either way, but youwon’t be.” He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheekslowly, let himself smell her hair. She smelled clean and feminine and utterlyunaccustomed to their rather harsh reality. He smiled as she shuddered againsthim in response to his touch.

The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figuredshe had to say something in response. “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’tentirely untrue. She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-tornwasteland. He snorted at that.

“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically. “Why wouldanyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?” He leaned back a little andstared down at the shivering girl coldly. “What is your name?”

Suzanne didn’t answer. She knew that it probably wasn’t thebest of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information wouldendanger the person that she had come to try and find. He sighed in annoyanceat her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealedsomewhere behind his back. “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding hisfree hand over her hips in search of pockets. Shit! He didn’t findanything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his handbrushed the underside of her breasts. He felt the outline of somethingconcealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,unfastening them roughly.

“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, buthe moved straight for the item within her coat pocket. He smiled triumphantlyas he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.

“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising ininterest. “If I were you, I would have stayed there.” He flicked to the back pagewhere her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched. Thename read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’ The cold was seeping in through her opencoat, and her shivering increased in intensity. She gasped in horror as hepocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, awayfrom the rest of the crowds. He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop untilhe was pressing into her from chest to thigh.

Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himselfagainst her and pinned her to the wall. She could feel solid muscle againsther chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into himthrough her clothes. He was at least shielding her from the cold, but shewould have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at themercy of this man.

“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coatand resting on her ribs. “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting veryfriendly.” To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palmagainst one of her breasts and stroked for a moment. The fabric of thefingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but hisfingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.

Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used hispalm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple. She shuddered infear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hardthat it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth. He eventually relentedand stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clearenjoyment at making her cry out in pain. Suzanne felt a confusing rush ofsensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the painthat he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.

Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him whilehe stroked over her breast. “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know whathad made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.

“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down torest on her hip. “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape prettylittle English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here. Must beimportant, don’t you think?” Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stemthe flow of tears that were threatening to fall. “Either that,” he went on,his voice low and gravelly. “Or she wants to be fucked. Is that it,baby?” He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly. “Doyou want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you? Beingheld down and fucked by a murderer?”

Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body asthe man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lowerbelly. She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormentingher. “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a runfor it down her cheek. “Why me?”

Sasha paused for a moment. Why her? “Because you look so…innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear hadfallen.

“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. He laughed softly.

“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, andshe closed her eyes in fear. “Completely. All you have to do is tell me whyyou’re here. Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”

“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock. “All these people – ”

“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted. “War does that topeople.”

“But…” Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor. She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned“Let me go!” He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoyingthe feel of her hands sliding over his chest. “Please don’t do this!”

Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye. Now that he could see the girlclose up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance. Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balancedperfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes. He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle andsuck her throat gently. He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moanedsoftly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission. Herhands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digginginto his clothing.

Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment asSasha slid his mouth down over her throat. Regardless of her fear, her bodywas reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth wasspreading from her neck down to her inner thighs. She moaned softly as Sashaslid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arsecheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.

The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held stillagainst her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him. He slid his mouthback to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watchyou squirm for me, little girl. And you’re going to scream for hours.” Shewhimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d beenkissing her. Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards thedoor of the building, propelling her inside roughly.

The building consisted of one large room and only one door. A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shovedhis little captive towards the one furthest from the door. He had been rightearlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none ofthe civilians would have seen a thing. The other soldiers however would havewanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing. Not until he was donewith her, at least.

Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacyor scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do. She watched him close thedoor behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of careand attention. Probably a lot more than she was going to receive. He took offhis gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders atthe same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good atdemonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest. He walkedtowards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs totremble. She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit thewall, and she was trapped.

Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free sothat the garment fell away in his hand. She made a run for it but she had nochance of escaping him. He caught her by the hair and threw her back againstthe wall. Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain inher scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly. He tightened his grip in her hair andlifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.

“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her backagainst the wall. “We can do that. But I’m warning you, baby. I play rough.”

“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing herknee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls. She almost succeeded, buthe twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead. Shebrought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could. Hedidn’t even flinch.

“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in hisshoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming. He lookedher over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, andthen punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow sothat he didn’t break any bones. The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been badenough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hairthat Sasha was still holding on to.

“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at himin between sobs. He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away. Hehit her again, harder, and she screamed this time. A drop of blood began totrickle from her nose. Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and releasedher hair, slid his hand to her chin instead. “We can stop any time you’reready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that hedidn’t want to stop. He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty instanding up and she eventually begged him to stop.

“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, andSuzanne looked away, silent. “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuckyou. Make up your mind.” She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.

“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lollingforwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek. Sasha pulled the girl’shead level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.

“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably. “Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.” Suzanne’s eyes widened. No. There was no way that she was going to accept either option. Shehesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw. Shecouldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.

“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, andstroked a few strands of hair off her face.

“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain. “Please fuck me.”

Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but hestill wanted more. He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in herbruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fearso beautifully. He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”

Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sashawould not relent. She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felther body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire. He pulledher away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge ofthe table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.

Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,held her eyes level with his again. Their faces were so close that their nosesrubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably. “I don’t think youmeant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened infear. “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.

“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up infront of her face. “Please no! I said what you wanted, please-”

“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly. “Did you?” Heflexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.

“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbingSasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down. He was amused by herefforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual. “Please don’t. Please!”

Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerablyweaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She archedher back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand tograb her throat and pin her down.

“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” hegrowled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying tomove again. “Do you think you can tell me what to do?” Tears filled thegirl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb withdesire at her obvious terror.

“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened hisgrip on her throat a little. “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again. I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit meagain.”

The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it. He couldthink of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abjectterror of him. Almost. He was definitely looking forward to hearing herscream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.

“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off herthroat so that he could stroke her face. She nodded immediately. “So you dowant me to fuck you?”

There was a split second pause, and then she replied. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyeswere held level with his.

“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voicewavering. Sasha sneered.

“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of herwrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.

“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound aspersuasive as possible. “Please, please fuck me.”

“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne noddedimmediately. “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled. Shewhimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came overher. Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.

Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror. She knewthat she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’tbring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her. His eyesdarkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt hisgrip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense. No. She couldn’t takehim hitting her again. Surely even the humiliation of begging him would bebetter than that? Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was goingto kill her, and she knew it.

“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyesshut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left. Sheopened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of herfiercely violent attacker.

“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” shewhispered softly. She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t darestop. “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teethraking. I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushinginside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you. I want to feel you pushing mylegs over my head and spreading me open again for you. I want to feel yourweight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’tbreathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”

Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courageto say her little speech, but he was impressed. He slid his hand over thegirl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talkdirectly into her ear. His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let herhear it for a moment. She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed withembarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had onher attacker.

“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Who’dhave thought you could talk dirty? Now I really need to fuck you.” SuddenlySuzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way throughher body and causing her to begin to ache. His voice was suddenly so sexy; thebrutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine anddominating. He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel thehardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimperedsoftly, writhing against him.

“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered. “You wantto know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick allthe way inside you? Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He was grindingagainst her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally repliedwith an “oh yes!”

“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,then stood up again. Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heatleft her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again. Thecold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon toget her through the last few minutes deserted her completely. Her earlier fearcrept back into her and she started to shake once again.

Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched ather hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor. He slid hispalms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at hermore closely. Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the wayfrom her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingersslid over them slowly. A girl who has enough time and not enough demons toworry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with asmirk. He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with herquivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur atthe top. She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had onepalm against her right thigh.

Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back toher thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kissthe top of her inner thigh gently. He smiled and stood up again, slid hishands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed. He slidit out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipplesalready hard under his gaze.

The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baringher body for him. She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hipswere rounded and full. Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panicat the thought of him touching her. Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knewthat it would. She was shaking, and not just from the cold. He reached outand cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught adelicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.

Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front ofher would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast. Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but laystill instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment andlocked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on herface. She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust. Hecontinued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and strokinguntil he heard her moan once more.

Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his facewas only inches from hers. “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, andSuzanne sobbed softly in shame. “Do you still want to feel me inside you? Areyou getting wet, baby?”

“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears drippingdown her face and onto the table beside her. His eyes burned into hers,beautiful in their brutality.

“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanneclosed her eyes in disgust. “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightlyuntil she obeyed. “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.

“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true. She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had noidea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to histouch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her. Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenlygentle touch was having a definite effect.

“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. Heslid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips andonto her thighs. She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causingher breath to catch in her throat. He slid his left hand back into her hair tohold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at thetop of her legs.

“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slideagainst the outer lips of her vagina gently. She tried to close her legs, butSasha nudged them apart again with his knee. He stared into her eyes as hestroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find herrapidly becoming wet. He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitorisgently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.

“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris sothat he could dip his finger inside her again. “Hot and wet and tight,” hesaid, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response. Hecircled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzannearched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her. He dipped hisfinger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leanedover and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.

The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think wasshrinking rapidly. Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlesslyand without warning, and she was totally unable to control it. She groanedagainst Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accordand she was unable to stop either action. He slid two fingers back insider herand pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle ofnerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there.

Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuingto stroke the girl. She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently. Hegrinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and suckedgently, then raked his teeth over them slowly. He continued downwards untilhis torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.

Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come overher, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before herbody tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm. She continued to writheagainst him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue againstthe sensitive skin on her throat. His talented tongue clouded her senses againbefore she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled intoSuzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response. He slid his hand to her arse andpulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her. “I’mgoing to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not goingto let you go.”

Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Allshe knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make itstop. He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her kneeand grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open forhim. She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,then slid the head of his penis against her gently.

“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand toher face and raising her eyes to his. She held his gaze and he slid his handdown between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently.

“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body tryingto writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weightagainst her. He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”into her ear.

“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words frombefore. Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate. Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed insidethe girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his littlecaptive. She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent hissenses reeling in satisfaction. He settled his weight over her and pulled herwrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started tomove inside her hard.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled intothe girl’s ear. “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fuckedby the big bad soldier? Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”

Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,but she understood the tone of his voice. “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, hereyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that hewas inflicting on her. The way that he was holding her, his weight against herand the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feelcompletely and utterly dominated. And the most terrifying thing was how good itfelt.

Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he movedinside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold onany longer. He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let hercome one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and hecollapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.

Some of the boys teased him and made fun of him, but Earl would do anything for you. Earl was larger than all of the boys and I don’t think he knew how strong he was. There was some talk amongst the boys saying that Earl had a very large penis and also that he had been caught out at a farm screwing a mare..but that was just talk.

I liked him and felt sorry for him when the boys made fun of him and he would go behind the pool hall and cry…Earl had built sort of a hut in back of the pool hall and went there a lot as his father was mean to him.

I was promiscous when in High School but after I graduated from High School I went to business school for two years and then my parents got ill and needed someone to take care of them so I was still living at home… My promiscuous life came to an end after graduation and living at home I did not have the evenings to go out until after I got my mom and dad ready and into bed and that was usually after 9:00pm.

One day when I was at the grocery store I ran into one of my old class mates. His name was Glen and we had been close in school and we walked home from school a lot of afternoons and there were a few afternoons where we went to his house and had sex. He was the first and he was very gentle. He wanted me to go out with him as there was a party at one of his friends. I told him I would not be free until about 9:30pm.

Glen picked me up at 9:30pm and we drove to the party that had been going on for over and hour. As we walked up to the front door I saw Earl hiding over behind some bushes. I knew he was not invited but if there was something going on he would be around some place near.

Glen and I went into the party and someone handed Glen and me a drink and introduced us to a few of the people there. I am not a drinker but that drink tasted very good and I drank it fast and some one handed me another. I can’t remember how many drinks I had and told Glen I needed to go home as I was not feeling well. Glen sort of smiled and said you will be all right in a little while.

I started looking for a bedroom or some place I could lay down and some how I found a bedroom and laid down on the bed, my head was spinning, the next thing I can remember is coming to and Glen was on top of me holding my legs up and screwing me. The screwing felt good as it had been almost a year since I had been with a man. Glen asked me how I felt and I told him good and his penis felt so good pushing in and pulling out of my pussy I really didn’t want it to end, but after Glen had his climax and filled my pussy with his cum he pulled his cock out and handed me his handkerchief to wipe my self and then told me to get ready as he had a surprise for me.

Glen left the bedroom and locked the door behind him…..I dozed off until I came to when I heard the door unlock. Glen turned the lamps on the end tables down on low and you could not see to well. Glen had some one with him and I could not make out who it was until Glen told him to take his pants off and then I realized it was Earl. Earl dropped his pants on the floor and Glen told him to get his cock hard as he had a good piece of pussy for him. Earl started working his hand up and down his shaft and his cock was growing and growing. I turned so I could get a good look at Earl’s cock. I was scared as it was so big and I didn’t think my pussy could take all of his big cock in me. I tried to get up but Glen held me down and Earl got on the bed and between my legs that were spread as wide as I could get them.

Earl was on his knees between my legs with his big cock in his fist and he pointed it at my pussy that was still draining some of Glens cum. Earl got the head of his big cock head that felt as big as a baseball in between the outer lips of my pussy and then he started pushing, “Oh my god it is too dam big to go in.” Glen got some oil from someplace and squirted some on my pussy and Earl’s big cock. I didn’t think it would do much good as it felt like he was splitting me in half. Earl asked me if he was hurting me and I told him yes and he was going to get up but Glen told him to keep shoving and it would go in…

I was crying and Earl was still shoving harder and harder trying to get his big cock head in my pussy. Glen was no help to me as he was egging Earl on. It took some time before the big head of Earl’s cock slipped into my pussy that was now stretched out of shape. When Glen saw that Earl’s cock head had got inside me he told him to shove his big cock in, “OH MY GOD I can’t take this as it is hurting bad.” Earl kept shoving his big cock into my stretched pussy. I put my hand on his chest and told him as quietly as I could (so Glen could not hear) to pull his cock out a little..Earl did as I asked him but soon started shoving his big cock in and out of my pussy. It took some time before my pussy got used to Earl’s big cock and it started feeling better. I can’t remember how long Earl screwed me as I was given a pill and a drink of water and it must have knocked me out. When I came to again Earl was gone and some one else was screwing me. I could hardly feel his cock as Earl had stretched my pussy almost beyond its capacity.

I was in and out of conscience and every time it seemed there was some one different screwing me. It was almost 4am when I walked in the house.. I needed a shower and was really too tired to take one but managed to get in the bathroom and took a shower, and then I went to bed and slept until almost noon. I got up and dressed and tried to make excuses for sleeping in so late and to think my mom didn’t believe me. It was a few days later when I went to the grocery store and there was Earl..Earl motioned to me and I went over to him to hear what he would say…Earl whispered in my ear that he wanted to thank me for the screw the other night and wonder if we could do it again…I told him I didn’t think so as his cock was just too dam big. He promised to take it easy! I then told him I didn’t know when I could get free as I was busy with taking care of my parents..Earl then said you are sure good screwing…and I will wait until you can get away.

I got the groceries and went home and as I was walking home my pussy was giving me away as it was starting to get wet, as I was thinking and wondering just what Earls big cock would feel like when I was in my right mind and we had time to get my pussy ready for his big cock. I knew I would have to get some lube of some kind……..I kept thinking about Earl every day and would get hot just thinking about his big cock… Time will tell of just what I will do?

Every time I went to the grocery store I would run into Earl and he would motion to me that he wanted to talk to me and he would always ask when he could screw me again? I felt embarrassed talking to him, and wondered what people thought?

This one day when I got home from the grocery store I could feel my self getting wet between my legs…I had talked to Earl for a short while and he kept telling me that I was the best and on the way home I started thinking of how I could get away some evening.

I knew I would never go out with Glen again as he most likely would give me something to drink and then he and his friends would all screw me half the night while I was drugged. If I was going to get screwed I wanted to be able to feel and enjoy what was going on.

I thought and thought of a way to get away some evening after I got my parents to bed…I finally came up with an idea that I might tell my parents. I knew one of my girl friends from high school had come home for a visit. She got married right after we graduated. I would call her and talk to her and then tell my parents I was going to go see her after I got them to bed.

I went to the grocery store and sure enough there was Earl and he motioned for me to come talk to him. I walked over to him and he asked me the usual thing and I told him one of these evenings when I could get away.. I told him to watch the window shade in the kitchen and when it was pulled all the way to the bottom that meant that I would meet him in the alley.

The day was warm and I got my work finished early and after having lunch with my parents they both wanted to go to bed early. I got them to bed and pulled the shade in the kitchen all the way to the bottom and went and took a shower.

I wore an old skirt and a loose blouse and my sandles and no panites or bra. I put a small towel in my purse and went out the back door and out to the alley and there was Earl waiting for me.

I asked him where we were going and he said to his shack behind the pool hall and I told him that I would not go there, but there was Old man Cole’s barn and it was full of straw and there would be no one there. We kept to the back alleys so we could not be seen and slipped into a side door of the old barn.

It had been a long time since there had been any horses or cattle in this barn and there was just the smell of hay and straw. Earl pulled some bales together and made us a nice bed. I removed my blouse while Earl was pulling the bales togther. It felt good to not have a bra on. Earl looked at my bare breast and immediately undid his pants and let them fall aound his ankles. He was wearing no shorts and his big cock was about half hard.

I lay down on the bales and Earl laid down beside me. I took his big cock in both of my hands and started stroking it by moving my hand back and forth. It didn’t take long for Earl’s cock to get hard.

I was a little afraid but thought I could take care of Earl. I took Earl’s hand and put it down over my pussy and showed him how to move his fingers in and out of my pussy and also how to rub my clit. It took a little while for Earl to comprehend what I was telling him, but finally got his fingers working the right way and he got me turned on.

I let Earl work me up to almost a frenzie before I told him to get on top of me. I needed his big cock head in my now wet pussy. Earl got his big cock head in between the lips of my pussy and started to shove but I told him to stop and let me move my hips up to meet him. The head of Earl’s cock was so damn big that it took me a long time to work just the head of Earl’s cock in my pussy.

I lay still for a few minutes letting my pussy get used to his big cock head. Earl kept asking me if I was ready and I kept telling him no and for him to take it easy when I told him he could start moving his hips. Oh God he was big and it hurt a little but soon the pain left and my pussy got used to his huge size and he kept shoving in a little more every stroke.

I didn’t know if I could take the full length of his huge cock but I was going to give it a good try. Earl was screwing me slow and I was moving my hips up to meet his thrusts but was taking it easy as I didn’t want him to hurt me. I finally quit moving my hips up to meet him as my pussy felt very stretched and full and also I was starting to get the feeling of a climax starting. Oh god this is so good……..My climax hit me and I felt wonderful and raised my hips up let Earl shove all of his big cock in me and then he started having his climax and he filled my pussy full of his cum.
Earl and I lay there for a long while with his big cock still in my pussy. I thought the hardness in it would go down but his cock stayed hard and soon he was screwing me again. My pussy was getting used to his huge size and now I could feel his pelvic bone shove up against mine and I knew I had all of his big cock inside my pussy.

Earl must have screwed me for about 30 minutes and my legs got tired and Earl put his arms under my legs and held them up and spread them as wide as they could go and was screwing me harder and harder. OH did it feel good and I had no trouble having a few small climaxes and then Earl whispered in my ear that he was ready and I had one big climax along with Earl.

We were both spent and we lay there for a while getting our breathing back to normal, and then Earl pulled his big cock out of my pussy along with a lot of his cum and my juices. My pussy felt empty but felt like it had enough for one night. Earl and I went outside and took a pee, and we came back in and were laying on the bed of hay resting. I thought that Earl had enough for one night but I was wrong.

Earl kept telling me that I was the best he ever had and said he wanted some more. I told him I didn’t think I could take any more tonight but Earl kept moving his fingers in and out of my slick pussy and I finally gave in and he screwed me for about an hour before he climaxed and squirted his big load of cum deep in my pussy. I was all climaxed out and just lay there and let Earl screw me with his big cock. I was getting sore.

Earl kept his big cock in me for another 30 minutes before he pulled it out. I knew I was well screwed for one night and needed to go home and take a shower. I put on my blouse and skirt and jammed the small towel in between my legs to catch any more of Earls cum or my juices as I did not like them running down my legs.

Earl walked me home and I went in and took a shower and went to bed, but I still had Earl’s big cock on my mind. I wondered just how soon I would have to have it again.????

This one particular Saturday night I started drinking a little more than usual and had a pretty good buzz when the guys started talking about what movies they should get from the local movie rental store and them being guys they were talking about renting some porno movies for the night but they couldn’t decide who should go get them, so I finally stepped up and said I would go rent them some movies. There was my husband Jason who at this point in our marriage I despise completely, a couple of friends of ours and fellow firefighters (Roger, Dan, Kevin and Lee) and our neighbor, Michael who lived across the street from us who is always hitting on me when im outside in the garden or going to the car whose advances I always avoided because he was a black man. None of these guys ever looked at me like a woman but as a comrade whom they trusted their lives with until this night. I’m a fairly attractive woman or so many men have told me so, I’m 5-8 138 lbs. 44d-22-30 with curly black hair. When I finally came back to the fire hall everyone was getting pretty rowdy and drinking to their hearts content so I popped a tape into the VCR and sat down with the guys to watch the movies and drink some more beer.

Well all the guys were getting pretty wasted after a while and I was feeling pretty good when Dan said that he wished there was some women around because the movie was getting him pretty horny and Michael said “We have a woman right here with us” and Jason replied “no I think Dan meant a real woman” which almost started an argument but I stepped up ripping my sweatshirt upwards saying “see I am a real woman” causing everyone’s jaws to drop to the floor and Michael broke out laughing saying “WOW I knew you had some nice boobs, would you mind if I had a closer look”. I looked over at my husband who just shrugged his shoulders like he was saying go ahead so I finished taking off my sweatshirt and bra and walked towards Michael and noticed a big bulge in his pants. When I got to him he reached up with his powerful hands and gently squeezed my big brown nipples. At this point all the attention was diverted from the movie to Michael and myself. He then sucked my right nipple into his mouth causing me to catch my breath. He then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my panties and rubbed my wet pussy with his hand.

All I could think about was that bulge in his pants and had to see for myself because I had never seen any cock bigger than my husbands who is only about six inches and that’s being generous if you ask me. So I knelt down between his knees and unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge dick. I thought I was going to die when I saw it, it must have been nine inches soft and as wide as my fist. I couldn’t get my fingers around it so I grasped it with two hands and began kissing all over the head of it and running my tongue up and down the shaft of this enormous monster, I thought I was in heaven. Just then all I could hear was 6 zippers in unison going down and I looked up and saw six more erect cocks all pointed in my direction and coming towards me. My husband tried to push to the front saying “hey that’s my wife I get her first” and Michael said “you said there was no women here and that he should sit his sorry ass down” and that he had a plan for him after they were done taking care of me. With that Michael stood up and pushed me down on all fours and walked behind my ass and spread my ass apart and said “look at that hot wet pussy, juices were running down my thighs with anticipation of what would happen next. Michael said since Dan was the one to bring it up about needing a woman he told me to crawl over to him and give him a blowjob so I did as I was ordered. When I got to Dan I reached up and grabbed hold of his cock and swallowed his cock and buried my face in his pubic hair, Michael then ordered Roger to crawl up behind me and for him to lick my pussy and to make me ready to take his big black cock deep in me. When he got behind me he went straight for my swollen clit and slid two fingers up in my already drenched pussy and I started to suck faster on Dan’s cock and I could feel his balls start to tighten up and was rewarded with a big mouthful of his hot cum, I tried to swallow it all but some ran out of my mouth and it ran down my chin. I started grinding my hips back onto Roger’s tongue feeling him try to slide his tongue deep in me, I was begging for someone to fuck me when Michael told Roger to move and Michael crawled up behind my exposed swollen pussy lips and he just slide the entire length of it up the crack of my ass.

Michael then stood up and said he had something in mind because Jason was such an asshole and didn’t deserve such a good woman as me, that he was going to make me his slave to do what he wanted when he wanted it done, I was going to be his little white slut. He then instructed the other guys to get two ladders down and lay them on the floor about three feet apart, then he told two of them to go get some rope and told the other three to grab Jason. When they came back with the rope Michael told them to tie Jason’s hands and feet to the ladder on his back. He put up a lot of resistance but it was to no avail seeing that the odds were 5-1. After they tied him up Michael ordered me to face Jason so he could see my face and I did as I was instructed to do. Then Michael told Kevin to crawl under me and when he I could feel his hard cock dragging down my stomach and Michael told me not to move. Once Kevin was under me I could feel his dick head was resting against my swollen pussy lips. Michael then told me to tell Jason how I was going to fuck them all right here in front of him and he was going to have to watch it all. With that Michael had Kevin slide his dick in me with no resistance at all and I fell right down on him, grinding my hips down feeling his balls rubbing on my ass.

It felt so good to finally have a hard cock in my tight hot pussy. After about 5 minutes Kevin announced he was about to cum and I went to get up so he could shoot his load down my throat but Michael was right there to push me back down and told me they were all going to cum in me tonight, I tried to fight him but before I knew it I could feel Kevin’s dick twitch inside me and I could feel his hot cum shoot deep inside of me. After Kevin finished cumming in me Michael propped my ass up with the cushions from the couch saying he was doing this to try and prevent the cum from coming out of my pussy. Michael then told Lee to come behind me and told him to fuck me doggie style. I felt Lee was kind of hesitant so I started to wiggle my ass at him, Michael getting rough and ordering me around was really getting me worked up. Lee slowly slid his cock deep in me but I could tell he hadn’t done this before because he was uncoordinated and he grabbed my hips and started to pound furiously and knew he wasn’t going to last long, which he didn’t because I could feel his hot cum shooting into me. He left my pussy begging to be fucked again.

Michael then told Dan it was his turn and he wasted no time at all getting behind me and driving his cock into the depths of my cunt, the squishing sounds of his cock driving into me was making me even hornier. I cried out I had to cum so badly but Michael said I couldn’t cum until he said so. The pressure building up in my cunt was so intense I thought I was going to pass out. All I remember then was Roger kneeling in front of my face and offering me his cock, which I sucked on frantically while Dan was pounding me from behind. Roger was sliding his cock deep in my mouth trying to match the rhythm of Dan’s strokes to which Roger pulled away for fear of me biting his cock because I started slamming backwards onto Dan, hell if I could of I would of stuffed his balls up in m e to cause I needed fucked and I needed fucked hard.

After about 10 minutes of Dan constantly pounding my pussy he announced he was about to cum and he unloaded his seed deep in me. After he pulled out Michael told Roger to get some of my sweet pussy and he wasted no time and I don’t even think he stroke my pussy 3 times because he dumped his load in me mixing it with the 3 others that were deep in my pussy. Michael then said he saved the best for last. I had wanted to feel his enormous cock deep in me all night. He had the guys go over to Jason and they were to make sure Jason watched. Michael said to Jason “watch your slut wifes face when she feels my black cock fill her up for the first time in her life”. My pussy was so lubricated at this point and was just begging to feel his huge cock-plowing deep in me. Michael crawled behind me and like before he rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass, smearing his cock head with my juices. He then grabbed his cockhead and slowly put it in my tight cunt stretching it to its limits, he slide forward with no resistance at all. I could feel some of the cum dripping down my legs from seeping out of my cunt as he slowly pushed his cock forward until I felt his big black balls hit my swollen clit causing me to shudder. I thought he was going to split me in two. I was crying “OH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK FEELS SO GOOD DEEP IN ME” and he slowly pulled out until I could feel only the head of his dick.

Then he just lunged forward and drove his cock deep in me and he didn’t hold back at all. He started smacking my ass calling me his little white whore. He was driving my face into the floor sliding his huge cock deep in me. He had fabulous control cause I could hear the other guys commenting on how long he was lasting but I had no track of time cause he was literally fucking me senseless. He then said he was about to blow his wad deep in me and when he did it felt like fire was coming out of his cock, he seemed to cum forever. I could feel the hot jets of cum shooting out of cock. When he finally pulled out of me it made a popping sound and I just laid there going limp.

He then instructed Lee and Kevin to pick me and for Roger and Dan to hold Jason’s head straight up. He had Lee and Kevin carry me over to Jason, they were each holding me by the arms, one on each side and they moved me till I was over Jason’s face and were told by Michael to lower my cum filled pussy onto his mouth. Once my cunt was on his mouth Michael told him to start licking but he resisted trying to fight it. Michael then reached down to my still swollen clit and began to rub it real hard causing the pressure inside me to build, I then cried out and I began to cum and grind my cunt on Jason’s face. I could feel his lips and tongue as he was trying to breath and I could feel all the cum inside me along with my own flowing out of me into Jason’s mouth and his face.

After I finished cumming they picked me up and set me on the couch and Jason laided there gasping for air and choking on all the cum he must of swallowed and had cum all over his face. Michael then told him that I was his little white whore and that any time he wanted some of my tight sweet pussy he was to oblige with his demands or there would be a repeat of what had just happened to which he just shook his head ok. I was then told to get up and get dressed by Michael, he said he had a lot planned for me.

On one job I found myself working out of the office occupied by Lou. He was about my age (early 30s) and very talkative. Most of his co-workers found him more than a little abrasive, but we got along okay, and he was never boring. He seemed to find me entertaining as well, and “not stuck up, like most college guys”.

He became especially inquisitive about my social life once he found out I hadn’t been in a steady relationship for over a year, and decided that I urgently needed to “get laid”. I couldn’t really argue, and while I was normally a bit shy with women, and took time to develop intimacy in relationships, I found the possibility of being set up with an “easy” date rather arousing. Even so, my imagination didn’t nearly prepare me for what was in store.

As the office closed one Friday, Lou asked if I had any plans for the weekend. “Of course not!” he agreed when I said no, and launched into his proposal. He and his girlfriend Jen were going to spend Saturday night at a cabin Jen’s brother owned in the mountains, and I was invited on a double date, along with Jen’s friend Lena. I stumbled a bit before accepting. “She’s fuckin’ seriously hot!” Lou clarified. “Then I’m in!” I replied, my heart quickening as I wondered what I was in for.

Lou was late picking me up Saturday morning, and I unceremoniously hopped in to the car for our long drive to the mountains. Lou matter-of-factly introduced the ladies as we drove. I recognized Jen from a picture Lou had shown me previously. She was 23, though she looked about 19. She was about 5′3″. had long, dark brown hair and eyes, and soft features a bit reminiscent of Jennifer Connoly (though with a smaller, about 34B chest). She had a down-to-earth, but extroverted manner to her that seemed quite compatible with Lou’s.

Lena, who shared the back seat, eyed me curiously for most of the trip, though in time I recognized that as her habitual expression. She was, as promised, “fuckin’ seriously hot”, and, I feared, a bit too aware of that fact. About 5′6″ and probably in her mid to late ’20s, she had short, sandy blond hair and green eyes. Her small but perfectly sculpted facial features were accentuated by light makeup that seemed professionally applied, the way only women from the south seem to be trained to do. A faint twang in her velvety voice confirmed my theory. Most of Lena and Jen’s attentions seemed to be devoted to catching up on news. The two had originally become close friends as summer camp counselors, but had lived in different states for years until Lena had moved to our area just a week before.

While Lena laughed at a few of my jokes, I didn’t really sense much chemistry developing on the long, cramped ride. Whatever Lou’s intentions for me might have been, I developed a strong case of junior prom- type butterflies at the thought of “making the first move”.

With heavy traffic, a stop for lunch, and more traffic, we only arrived at the cabin at dusk. I saw wires leading to it, which jibed with Lou’s assurances that it had full utilities. It did look beautiful amid the snow-covered trees as we approached. I helped Lena up the rough path from the parking area, and was rewarded with a few smiles for my trouble.

The cabin’s interior was nicely furnished, though not very large. A large sectional sofa faced the fireplace, and the mirrored opposite wall of the living area did its best to make the room seem larger. A few hours later a light dinner, some beer, and a roaring fire had improved our collective attitude after the long trip. I had even found the nerve to put an arm around Lena as we all sat on the sofa talking in the firelight. No one had discussed sleeping arrangements, however, and I didn’t think the place had more than two bedrooms. I pondered that issue for a while before I reached over to hold Lena’s hand, only to glance down and see that she had it between her legs, rubbing her crotch gently, while her other hand had its fingers interlaced with Jen’s.

Before I even knew what to think, Lou noticed the two looking into each other’s eyes, and spoke up. “I know you girls have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t feel you have to hold back on our account,” he chuckled salaciously.

Lena slipped from beneath my arm and embraced Jen, the two kissing passionately, hungrily. I’d never found lesbian scenes in movies particularly interesting, but the sight of these two women entwined, moaning sensuously as they kissed and explored one another, was powerfully arousing to me. I absent-mindedly stroked the constricting crotch of my jeans as the two slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of us, unfastening each other’s pants.
Jen removed Lena’s slacks first, followed by her lacy red panties. She buried her face between Lena’s lean, silky thighs to dine on her moist, clean shaved pussy. Lena sighed and opened herself wider, gasping “Yes… Please Jen… Want your tonnnnngue….” Jen’s tight jeans seemed harder to get off, so Lena pulled them only half way down, but there were no panties under them. Lena fingered Jen’s cunt and clutched at her thick but neatly trimmed pussy hair as Jen slurped loudly.

“They’re great, aren’t they?” Lou said, watching the girls. “Jen told me how they used to spend their nights at camp, but this is the first time I’ve gotten to see for myself.”

Lena shivered with little orgasms from Jen’s tonguing, and quickened the pace of her own finger-fucking until Jen began to spasm as well. I had been too damn celibate for too damn long, and suddenly became aware of my own impending orgasm. Embarrassed at the thought of creaming my pants even under such extreme circumstances, I fought to hold off my climax. Even as I felt the pulses begin, I sat dead still and diverted my attention to the fire. I pressed my fingers behind my balls (I remembered reading that somewhere once) and felt the sensation ebb, somewhat painfully, though a moist sensation told me that my efforts hadn’t been 100% successful.

“Okay, girls,” announced Lou, unzipping his pants “We’ve got two perfectly good cocks going to waste here. Those pussies ought to be good and warmed up by now.”

Our dates disentangled themselves and stood. Jen stepped the rest of the way out of her jeans, so the two stood before us naked from the waist down, pussies glistening in the firelight. Lena looked mildly appalled at Lou’s comment, but without hesitation she stepped up and straddled him on the sofa, pushing her crotch into his face. He grabbed her firm ass and leaned his head back for a feast.

Jen hurriedly stripped off my pants and tossed them on the couch beside me before kneeling between my legs. “Looks like you got started without us,” said Jen, smiling, as she stroked my slightly sticky cock back to life. She closed her eyes as she licked the head of my dick, seeming to savor the taste, before gulping down the full length of it. I ran my fingers through her hair and breathed unevenly as her warm, insistent lips sucked me to full rigidity.

Lena’s knees soon wavered, and her head rocked back as Lou ate her. Releasing her ass, Lou managed to remove his own pants while continuing to munch her pussy. At last he pulled Lena back even as she begged him not to stop. “Ride me, baby,” Lou demanded, directing Lena down onto his lap. She guided his long, curved shaft into her cunt with a sigh.

At this Jen rose from her work and straddled me as well. I suppose I still looked a bit overwhelmed, because Jen paused and laid a hand on my cheek and said “Relax, honey. Haven’t you ever fucked a girl in front of her boyfriend before?”

“Well… I…”

Jen’s eyes flashed as she brushed the head of my cock over her cunt. “Screw me deep!” she gasped, and plunged down onto my 7 thick inches.

The women rode us, side by side, gasping, moaning, and groaning lewd encouragements in our ears as they ground down on our cocks. Jen’s cunt felt as young as she looked: tight, juicy, and steaming hot. I pushed up her light sweater to grasp her firm tits as we fucked. Lena quickly pulled off her heavier sweater, but left on her red satin bra while she screwed Lou. Both women alternated licking and tongue-kissing their mounts and each other as they rode.

My eyes roamed hungrily over both women, but my gaze kept meeting that of Lena. As hot as Jen was, my desire for Lena continued to build, and I began to harbor the hope that she might actually feel some lust toward me as well. Her eyes locked with mine as she drove herself down on Lou’s cock, and her gaze burned like some sort of challenge. I’m not sure what possessed me as I thrust up harder into Jen and sneered back at Lena, my lips silently mouthing the words “You… hot… dirty… slut!”

“Hold it everybody!” called Lou suddenly. “Time to swap!”

I’m not sure whether Lou had noticed the attention Lena and I were paying to each other, but I silently thanked him as the girls rose off our cocks and switched partners. Jen knelt on the floor in front of Lou, and began licking Lena’s juices off his shaft and balls. Lena slipped off her bra and pinched the eraser-like rigid nipples of her exquisite 36C breasts. Straddling me, she grasped my cock, her gaze even more defiant now. “You think you have enough for me, stud?” she whispered, guiding me into her dripping cunt.

Hands on her silky hips, I thrust back with a grunt and buried my face between her tits, savoring what I had spent the whole ride up hoping for. Her pussy was at least as hot and almost as tight as Jen’s, but it was so juicy by now as to be almost frictionless. Instead of driving herself down on me, as she had on Lou, she dipped shallowly, teasingly. In a sitting position on a soft cushioned sofa, this left me with little support for my thrusts, thrust though I did in frustration. “Can’t you do it, baby?” she taunted, in a silky, accented whisper, “Can’t you give it to me?”

I looked up from between the perfect tits that she pressed against my face to meet her gaze again. Her eyebrows arched wickedly as she purred, in honeyed condescension, “I wish I could find a _real_ man to give me what I _need_”.

I had a few ideas about what that was.

I reached up to grasp Lena’s gorgeous face in both hands, pulling it to mine and driving my tongue between her full lips for a ferociously passionate kiss. She clutched my shoulders as I rolled on my hip, toppling her from her perch onto the sectional sofa to leave me on top of her, between her long, silky legs, and in complete control.

Her eyes were wide now, and sparkling with excitement. I pulled back from our kiss and ran my thumb over her lips as I buried my cock in her pussy with all of my weight. “I’ll show you what you need, you hot bitch!” I growled, plunging into her again and again.

“Yesssssss… Harrrrrrrder…” Lena panted, her begging eyes fixed on mine. I clutched her throat and jaw tight as I pumped, feeling her legs strain wider for me, but no matter how hard I thrust I wanted to use her harder. Deeper. Dirtier.

I pulled out of Lena abruptly, grabbed her by the wrist, and flipped her onto her stomach. Grabbing her beautifully curved ass, I pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and plunged back into her cunt from behind. She gasped in surprise, but quickly began fucking me back in rhythm. We continued gazing into each other’s eyes, watching ourselves fuck in the mirrored wall.

Lena’s shoulder bag sat open atop the console just behind the sectional. I reached in and, with a fortunate minimum of rummaging, found a large tube of hand cream I had seen her use on the ride up. Stopping my thrusts momentarily, I squeezed the cream down the length of Lena’s crack. “Is this what you need, _slut_?”

She shivered before looking back over her shoulder, panting heavily. “You wouldn’t _dare_!” Lena breathed, her wild eyes practically pleading with me to use her.

I ran my red, engorged dick down her slick crack, and poised the head threateningly at her asshole. “_Take it_!” I snarled, grabbing her silky hips and stabbing myself deep into her bowels.

Lena let out a long, low howl as I pistoned her ass with all my might. The pitch wavered somewhat as her body writhed and she bit her lips in wild ecstasy, and she sounded like she was sobbing when she tried to take a breath. Her ass was startlingly tight, and clutched frantically at my slick cock with every thrust. I felt as if I was drunk on lust and adrenaline, and still I wanted more. My pants still lay crumpled beside us the little puddle of cum from my misfire not quite fully absorbed in the crotch. I pushed Lena’s face down into them, into the cum stain, as I drilled her helpless ass. She breathed in the scent as she gasped, and I saw her tongue lap at the stain as she panted “Fuck me! Use me! Fuck my _ass_!”

All too soon Lena’s fingers clutched the sofa cushions. Her toes, curled before, practically clenched, and her whole body spasmed in a mighty orgasm. She let out a shriek only partially muffled by my pants, and labored to catch her breath when I pulled her around to face me.

My crimson, glistening cock stood pointed at Lena’s face. The tremors through her body had pushed me toward the brink as they resonated into my cock, and I was ticking like a bomb now. Before I could say a word, her eyes met mine once more. They seemed less wild now, but still pleading. “I want it,” she murmured, the twang in her voice seemingly more pronounced in her exhaustion. “Cum in my mouth, you stud!”

Her hands grasped my thighs and she leaned forward, sticking out her tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of my cock head. At once I shuddered as if I’d been punched, and a gout of cum gushed over Lena’s tongue and into her mouth. The pain of my last, averted, orgasm made the ecstasy that much sweeter as this one rushed freely, gloriously, through me. Lena moaned with delight as I came, stray squirts splattering her lips and chin. My back arched and shoulders fell as an orgasm more intense than any I remembered broke over me. Lena grasped my balls and took my cock into her mouth, sucking greedily and intently as my spurting ebbed. I watched, entranced, the lovely lines of her throat tense as she gulped down my seed.

I glanced over at Lou, who grunted bestially as he plowed into Jen on the floor next to us. Her ankles hooked behind his neck, he rubbed his hands and sweaty body along her toned legs, and intently watched her tits bounce with each thrust. Jen’s arms were outstretched and her head thrown back as she moaned lazily, having obviously already cum rather powerfully. Soon he roared with his own climax as he pumped his sperm into her tight twat.

I lay awkwardly on my knees and back on the sofa, twitching breathlessly with pleasure and pain as Lena kept sucking, hollow-cheeked, at my hypersensitive cock. Lou watched her intently, and kept pounding into Jen’s squishing cunt as he did so, apparently already recovering his erection. Finally he stood and approached Lena, who released my cock with a “pop”.

“You want some more sauce, baby?” said Lou, pulling Lena by the hair close to his crotch. Before she could do much more than lick her lips, he smacked her lightly across the face with his half-erect, thickly cum- smeared rod. He teased her like that a few times, while she stuck out her tongue and tried to catch him. At last, in lustful frustration, Lena shocked him by simply grabbing his cock with both hands and sucking it fiercely.

“Oh, _yeah_!” Lou yelled with a chuckle when he recovered his breath. Lena deep throated him effortlessly, and he soon grasped her head to power- fuck her hungry mouth. I watched from the end of the couch, feeling the blood begin to flow back into my raw, sensitive cock, tingling in the cool air. Lena actually met my gaze once or twice as Lou used her mouth. The defiant sparkle was back, as if she was daring me to get hard again, and I shocked myself with how quickly I obliged.

I soon felt Jen next to me, and turned to see her fingering her trimmed, cum-frosted pubic hair. Suddenly I found the thought of “sloppy seconds” particularly arousing, and I turned to face her, pointing my cock straight up in invitation. Jen ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me deeply. “Lena and I shared _everything_ at camp,” she said.

The sticky sound as she mounted my cock made me tingle. I had never fucked a cum-filled cunt before, and the gooey sensation felt particularly wicked and thrilling. I rolled around on top so that Jen sat on the edge of the couch, and I could thrust more forcefully down into her. I paused after pounding for awhile, and pulled out to point my cock at her face. I fingered her clit as she slowly licked the cocktail of her boyfriend’s cum and her own sauce off of my cock, moaning with pleasure and keeping her dark eyes on mine with each tongue- full. I plunged back into her cunt again and we alternated like that for awhile. Eventually, as she tongued me clean, I asked teasingly if she’d seen me fuck Lena’s ass.

“Yesssss…” she purred, looking up from her licking.

“Do you like it up the ass, Jen?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need it up the ass, Jen?” I asked, rubbing her clit harder.

“Yes!” she gasped, breathing heavier.

“Will you beg for it up the ass, Jen?”

“Yes, please!” she panted, urgently, as my fingers squished audibly in her creamy cunt.

“Will you beg for it up the ass like a dirty _whore_? In front of your _boyfriend_, Jen?”

“_Yes_! Fuck me up the _ass_! I’m a dirty _whore_ and I _need_ it up the _ass_! _Fuck_ me _now_! _Please_! _Do it_! _Use_ my dirty slut _ass_!” Jen babbled, wild eyed as I pulled back my stiff, still slimy rod, pulled her legs up over her head and pushed it deep into her tight, puckered bunghole. Her brow furrowed and she occasionally interrupted her wailing by biting her lip as I drove hard up her tight, steaming ass.

Lou had earlier pulled Lena onto the floor, and put her on all fours to try out her ass, still gaping a bit from my earlier drilling of it. Lena’s screams weren’t quite as loud as Jen’s, but were lower, and the distinct pitches of their voices over our masculine grunts made for a wonderfully erotic harmony.

Lena inched forward as Lou assaulted her ass, and he soon guided her toward me to hold her in place. I shivered as Lena’s face pushed between my butt cheeks and I felt her hot breath on my rectum. I heard Lou spanking Lena’s firm ass between thrusts, and heard her muffled cries of “_Yeah_, _Harder_ you bastard!” I only wished I could see that gorgeous face pressing further into my sweaty ass the harder Lou drilled her.

When I began to feel Lena’s tongue I knew I couldn’t last much longer. She lapped up my sweat, teased my anus, and occasionally maneuvered to tickle the back of my balls as I threw myself into Jen. I reached forward to hold Jen by the chin, and looked into her dark eyes. “I’m gonna fill your ass with hot cum!” I announced, barely getting the last word out before fulfilling my prophecy. As my load gushed forth, deep into her bowels, Jen gasped and clutched at my hips, joining me in climax. I held her sexy legs tight against my chest until I was drained.

As I pulled out of Jen’s ass, Lou pulled out of Lena’s and approached his girlfriend. “In your mouth, baby! Suck me…” he gasped urgently, but couldn’t quite reach his target. He began spurting from about a foot away, laying strings of thick cum across her face and hair until she got his cock into her mouth and gulped down the rest of his load contentedly.

Lena lunged forward between Jen’s legs and began slurping at the cum that flowed down her legs, from both her pussy and her ass. She lapped and sucked hungrily at both creampies while I moved behind her. As I began working my tongue into Lena’s juicy cunt, she gratefully ground back into me, even as her own tongue tried to worm its way up Jen’s dripping ass. Suddenly she shrieked between Jen’s thighs and twitched orgasmically. I continued loudly feasting until she slumped in exhaustion.

I looked down at Lena, who seemed to look even more beautiful in her disheveled state, face and hair clotted with cum. She looked up, licked her lips, and asked “What are you doing next weekend, stud?”

A long term position at last.