It goes against my better judgment to talk to her, much less have her in this house. The decision is not mine, however. This is the work of Maelstrom. And as long as he is writing the checks that make my life possible here at Singing Wind, who am I to argue?

It is a very good life.

She is, young, perhaps late twenties, early thirties, blonde with perfect legs; feet on one end and ass on the other. The fact that her ass can only be considered a 9 ½ is only because I have never seen a true 10. Meeting her at the door to my study, I offer my arm to escort her in, the perfect gentleman. I purposely situate her body out of my line of sight. I want only to concentrate on her face. It is not a beautiful face. No, not beautiful, Beautiful is too bland an adjective. She is interesting, intelligent, and smooth. These adjectives work. . She is magnificent, utterly magnificent. Perhaps you think I exaggerate, but this is not the case. I have made a life study of women and fancy myself a connoisseur of feminine flesh and character. To put it in the vernacular of my trade, this is a five million dollar cunt. And this was the strangest recruitment interview I have ever conducted.

“…and he told me I could count on you to fully acclimate me to the facility.” She told me in a flat tone, delivered with even a flatter look on her face. She was sizing me up and at the same time, trying to maintain her dignity. Dignity is a strange thing to women. This one views me as powerful and I am. But she also thinks I’m the lowest form of life on the planet. Be nice to the lowlife, the pervert. How genteel. I may be, too, all that and more. I trade in flesh. I am the first link in the White Slave chain store. Now I find myself interviewing a genuine, card carrying member of the fourth estate, the press, the New York Times. She is sitting across my from me, in my study, wearing a short skit and no panties hoping to entice me. To be honest, I had no idea whether to laugh or laugh uncontrollably.

“My facility,” I intoned just as flatly. “This entire facility, as you put it, is mine. Its conception, construction, and implementation are the produce of my thoughts, dreams and desires. It exists because one man dared to dream a dream and is willing to pay the price of seeing his ideas bear fruit. And yes, you can count on me to fully acclimate you to Singing Winds.” I let these words, the latter delivered with sarcastic mirth and trail off to the proverbial pregnant pause, as I’d heard my aunt say, if not a million times, then close. Her flat look was still plastered to her face but it didn’t go all the way to her eyes, though. Her eyes were flinty. I would not swear to it, but it seemed her breathing had hiccupped, just a small catch. She glanced at her notebook as if she needed to refresh her memory, and I think that is true, in so far as the thread of her memory is unraveling.

“Exactly, where am I?” She asked.

“You are in The House of Singing Wind.” I replied, hinting in my voice that this was an illogical question.

“I mean, exactly where is the House of Singing Wind? Generally speaking, I don’t want to know the GPS coordinates or anything, just where I am.” Her confidence was returning, though not to full force.

“Generally speaking, on Earth. Great pains have been taken to assure my privacy, my client’s privacy and the privacy of my novitiates. You are an investigative reporter. Investigate. The precautions we have taken with you are the same that any client, the hired help, or the newly chosen experience. Blindfold, hood and blacked out windows on my jet. No contact with the crew. Timing the flight won’t help, either. The flight lasts between nine and eleven and three quarter hours.

“Singing Winds has been in operation for fourteen years. I do the recruiting, the scheduling, the transportation, and have personally directed the curriculum.” Curriculum, what a concept! I think the word “program” would be a more likely term, so I correct my self. “I like to think of it as the program.” At this, I see her visibly swallow hard. Her confidence is waning.

“The program,” she repeated, “exactly what does that involve?” I cannot stop the small smile that is tugging at the corner of my mouth. She is trying to be the reporter, always analytical. I wondered how long that was going to last. Perhaps forever, perhaps not past tomorrow.

“It’s a training program, pure and simple.” At this, I stood and clasped my hands behind my back and knew I was about to lecture. And she was completely in my view again. “We train concubines, servants, slaves, fuck toys, whores, sluts, or whatever you want to call uncompensated human beings that are owned, controlled, used, abused and held in servitude. We train them to understand the importance of serving another, completely, in any manner prescribed by the client. What the client desires, we provide. The actual crux of the matter is that each novice is here of their own volition.” I chuckled, “An all volunteer force, if you will, striving to be the best they can. They have the desire to serve, to be of service and to be compliant. We foster that desire, we mold that desire, and we hone it to a fine edge. That is the Program. What is it you desire? You’ve got your full story now, you can write your article and enlighten the world about Singing Wind. You have seen all you will see and told all you will be told.” I turned and started toward the door.

“No, wait!” She implored to me. “I want to have the full picture I want to know what it’s like to be in the House of Singing Wind, the experience, talk to the others. I want my story to be fact based on my own experience not perceptions. I’ve flown here, to God knows where and you’re ready to send me off? Maelstrom promised me a story and I’m here to get it and I mean to get it.” There was fire in her eyes now and the small smile was again licking at the corners of my mouth. She was close to saying what she needed to say, but not quite there. “I want to see what the novices go through, I want that.”

“No!” I almost barked, “That is not going to happen. Maelstrom does not own this place and I’m not his servant. I’m under no obligation to show you anything. I’ve told you what you wanted to know about this place. Go back to New York and make up what you’d like about Singing Wind. It exists, you’ve seen it.”

In almost a girlish tone she said what I’d known she’d say, eventually, I was taken completely by surprise by how quickly and timidly it came.

“I want to be trained.”

And that was that and I knew an article would never be written.

I walk over and stand before her. I know what my eyes look like boring into her and I am looking quite through her. I can taste the fear stirring in her soul. I can feel the intensity building in the muscles of my face. I can smell her very well now, her perfume, her perspiration, her cunt. I can feel my voice box tighten, ready to take on the raspy quality that comes with “The Voice”. I watch as her hands tighten their grips on the arms of her chair, her knuckles going white. I stop 3 paces from her chair.

“Kneel.” My voice is deep, the word perfectly annunciated.

She does not move, so I repeat: “Kneel.” My voice is even, almost slow. It is not a whisper, it is very conversational with enough conviction to let her know I am in no mood for games. Still, she does not move. As slowly as I can, I close the distance between us and as my right foot comes to rest next to my left, my right hand flashes from my side, a flick, fast as a fighter’s jab, I slap her. The sound reverberates in the stillness of my office. I think to myself that I will never forget this look in her eye. She is stunned, but she does not become hysterical. This time when I say “Kneel.” in the same, even tone of the last two commands, she slides smoothly to the floor into a kneeling position.

“Pleasure me.” Same slow, quiet, melodious tone. Again, she looks at me with an uncomprehending look. “Suck me, blow me, slurp the schlong, smooch the root, give Mr. Johnson a kiss, eat me, do the deep throat, puff the penis, bob the knob, you give me long time sucky-sucky, give me head. Do what your told, when you’re told. Are there any questions?” I slap her smartly again. “No? Well, that’s just fine.”

And deftly, her hands go to my fly to release my cock from confinement, her lips part and she envelopes the shaft into her warm, moist mouth. Her eyes close and, I’m sure her motivation is to get this over as quickly as possible. I make suggestions as to speed, tongue usage, teeth positioning, and she quickly learns to gently and devotedly bring me to climax. Dutifully, she swallows every drop of cum I pump into her mouth.

My orgasm does not stop her ministrations until I gently pushed her mouth from me, the sensation is too intense to deal with for long. I could swear that I see disappointment furrow her brow as I pull my manhood from her lips. Then, she looks up at me. I say nothing for a long moment. “When you are done with something, put it away,” I say. And dutifully, she does. I walk back to my desk and discreetly push a small button. Almost immediately, the door opens and an Asian woman with a dour look on her face walks in. “This is Soledad. You will call her Mistress Sollie. She is going to play show and tell with you. Show you what you need to see and tell you what you need to know. Sollie, this bitches name is Slut. Take very good care of her or we just might need a session with the barbed wire flogger.” Oh, the look on Slut’s face upon hearing this reminded me of the credit card commercial. Priceless. As fast as cat, Sollie places an iron collar on Slut’s neck and slips a leash in place and leads her away. Slut, too shocked and stunned to protest, crawls away on her hands and knees like a dutiful puppy.

Chapter 2 – Li

The morning is hot and muggy and there is little doubt there will be rain in the jungle before noon. From the tree line, we watch as people from the surrounding villes began to congregate in a clearing, a cul-de-sac, one road both in and out. There is little to do but wait and see what is going on. The Laotian-Thailand border is notorious as a portal for arms and supplies from China via Laos, across Thailand into Cambodia and on into Vietnam. What is most curious about this gathering is the predominance of men and children, mostly young women. To my eye, I am certain these are families. Tran Ngo, the team’s translator, sidles up to me to apprise me of the situation, for my ears only.

“These farmers, very poor. Come to sell children. Not come to meet to meet Cong. No guns, no rice.”

I was stunned. “Why?” I asked.
”No money, no food. Girl childs no be married, no money, no buffalo to give to husband’s family, boys too young to work to rice paddies. Farmers has many children, many mouth to feed. If no can work, no can feed. Better sell than kill or starve.” He said this with a matter of fact dignity. This was the oriental way: He would make no judgments. His flat look told me that I was in no position to judge, either.

When his report is finished, Tran evaporates as silent as a ghost just as a mid fifties vintage Cadillac pulls into the clearing. My fist shoots up in a tight fist next to my ear. My index finger goes strait up, waggles back and forth once and then I make the peace sign. None of the men in the team need any explanation for the signal: Freeze, take cues from me, safeties on. Also, the men know exactly who is driving the Caddy. It is Dirty Mary, the mamasan of a bar by the same name in downtown Bangkok.

“Looks like Mamasan’s on a mission to buy some new hookers.” Miller says. “Fresh meat and I’m three months from mid tour R&R.” He said this almost disgustedly. Virgins go for a premium bar fine and are very sought after on their first night working the second floor at Dirty Mary’s..

I flash “on me” and say out loud, “The smoking lamp is lit.” I pull a Lucky from my pocket and made a big production of lighting it, not caring if the clicking noise of my Zippo carries into the clearing and I begin walking toward the gathering crowd. The sight of five men carrying weapons sends a ripple of tension through the group, but they quickly realize that we are not Thai Federal Police and they relax. Dirty Mary recognizes Miller right away. I suppose spending the paychecks saved for five months in a week at a whorehouse can really popularize a person and she breaks out into a ever widening grin.

“You number one, GI, Millersan!” she cries out. That just about did it for me. I had the urge to butt stroke her upside her toothless head. I hate the way the gooks are always slipping into Japanese sounding Pigeon English; always calling us “Number One”. I am pretty sure that number is signified by the middle finger, but I ignore her.

I motion for Tran to get his ass over to me and point to a farmer standing next to a young girl. “Ask him how old she is,” I order. Tran did and the farmer went into a diatribe that lasted a lot longer than just stating a number.

“‘He say, she fifteen and very strong. Can pick grass out of rice patty long time, pick rice too. She good cook and make many baby, all boy.” The look on my face upset the farmer and filled him with fear. This seems to be Dirty Mary’s cur to begin to examine the girl. It reminded me of grizzled old ranchers examining breed stock before an auction at stockyards back, back in the world in Oklahoma. She fells the girl’s breasts through her rough blouse and pulls back her woven hat to pick at her hair and part her lips to look at her teeth, teeth that were perfect in spite of never having been seen by a dentist in their lifetime. Then, she began to dicker with the farmer. I looked a Tran and he said “She say she give 500 baht.” Twenty-five American dollars.

“Tell him I give one thousand,” and so the price war began. Back and forth the bidding goes until the figure reaches ten thousand baht. Finally, Dirty Mary gives me a disgusted look and spits at my feet. “You no come to my bar, no more, Lieutenantsan!”

“Not a problem,” I said, and spit right back at her feet. I paid the farmer who without another look at his daughter, turns and walks away, towards the woods and Laos. Mary makes an awful sound in my direction and Tran starts to translate. I hold up my hand him. “I know what she said, Tran.”

I walk away, also back toward the woods, to the Landing Zone where we’ll be picked up. Tran just looks at me and then says “You boo koo dinky dau!” “Yep, Tran, one crazy motherfucker, I just spent ten thousand nickels, five hundred bucks on a human being!”

I awake with a start and come instantly alert as I always do when I have this dream. You can take the boy out of the jungle, but you can’t take the jungle out of the boy. A soft hand caresses my cheek and I look into two limpid brown pools of light that are Li’s eyes. I think she knows what I am dreaming about but she never says a word, and snuggles closer to me, placing her tiny hand on my chest. I am awake and will be for the rest of the night. I patiently wait for her breathing return to a rhythmical steady beat before I leave the bed. I have a lot to think about, the least of which is how Li came to be in my life. The dream that was not always a dream sometimes disturbs me.

I leave my private wing of Singing Winds heading towards the staff cells; I want to talk to Sollie before I leave. Without knocking, I walk right in to her room. Even if there were a lock on her door, I knew it would be unlocked. I reach into my pocket for the Zippo that has been in my pocket for the last thirty years, minus the four months three years ago when it took a little vacation to Bradford, Pee Ay, back in the good ole’ You Ess of Ay for some of that good old lifetime warranty service. Made it the U.S. of A may not mean shit in Detroit, but Pennsylvania is a whole different ball game.

I could have turned on the lights, but when talking to Sollie, especially, I find candlelight soothing. I open the lid of the lighter slowly and quietly and light a taper on her bed table and this does not wake her. On the other side of her bed, leaning against the wall I make out a shape. Picking up the candle, I move to the other side of the bed and can’t help but smile. No wonder Sollie doesn’t wake up seems she was busy far into the night.

Leaning against the wall is a rough cross with a limp body tied to it. The eyes are closed and I can see the eyes rapidly moving in REM dream-sleep. Ahh, the dreams of Slut; these are dreams that could interest me. Softly I touch her lips and an involuntary shiver courses down her body but she does not wake. She is beautiful, her breasts are full and pendulous, with a light sheen of perspiration that glistens in the candlelight. I can see that she is wearing a chastity devise. I don’t need to guess that her cunt and ass are filled and well filled at that. The slickness on her thighs also says that I don’t have to guess that it might be KY jelly. I return to the far side of the bed, lean down and give Sollie’s cheeks several light taps. Her eyes pop open and move side to side rapidly, unfocused. Finally, her eyes settle on my face and she recognizes me. She quietly slips out of bed and onto her knees. I sit on her bed feeling the warmth of her body still in the sheets. She knee walks forward and settles between my thighs, Idly I begin to stroke her black hair as she looks into my eyes with a shy smile that lights her entire face.

“Rough night?” I ask. Her smile broadens and just as suddenly she is serious. “Are you sure this one should be here?” She asks softly, nodding toward Slut. “There’s a lot of spirit in her. I’m not sure if she’s taking training because she wants it or because it gets her what she wants.” I knew exactly what she meant. “Sollie,” I said, “Don’t question her motives, and just train her to the best of your, and her, abilities.” I think she wanted to talk more about this but she knew the discussion was over. It is now time to listen to me.

“I’m leaving this morning; I’m going to see Maelstrom about this one and run some other errands. Don’t try too hard to break this one. And be extremely careful, I don’t know yet if this is someone’s property. Not that I really care, but if she belongs to Malestrom then it’s going to cost him the same she would fetch at auction to training her. Just in case, leave something out because Maelstrom thinks he can finish a slave’s training regimen.” We smiled at each other at this. “If that’s the case, I think this one might be at Singing Wind for a very long time,” I added and Sollie nodds in agreement.

I crane my head back as if to look at the ceiling and begin to rotate my head, eyes closed, feeling the gravel in my neck and spine grate bone to bone as I try to relax. I feel Sollie’s hand go into the fly in my silk pajamas and slip inside. I looked down at her and lightly grab her wrist to stop her. “Li’s already taken care of that,” I said. Rolling over on my side, I stretch out on Sollie’s bed. I am awake and know I won’t fall back asleep, but I am exhausted, the way I always feel after the dream. Sollie crouches at the end of the bed and begins to massage my feet. I close my eyes and give into the sensation she is sending up my sciatic nerve that culminates in a tingling sensation just behind my right ear. I roll onto my back and I feel her take my toes between her warm, moist lips, sucking my toes, pulling them between her lips as if they were tiny cocks. She runs her tongue between my toes and then licks up their lengths. She takes all five on each foot into her mouth at once and runs her tongue around each one. She then began to lick the entire foot with deliberate, long, tongue strokes. I raise my head and look down at her, her features softened by the glow of the candle, her face serene in her devotion to the worship of my feet. I lay back, closed my eyes and completely lose myself in her ministrations. She works on, sensually and methodically, into the night.

I wake, again, to light streaming through the high window of Sollie’s cell. I am in her bed, covered up, feeling snuggly warm. Slut is not tied to the cross any longer and I am quite alone in Sollie’s room. I throw back the covers and get to my feet, stretching broadly. I feel totally refreshed and alert, not totally unlike the mornings I awoke in the jungle a million years ago: Totally ready for any contingency. Briskly, I leave the room and head back to my quarters. Have to get a move on. Today, I’m to be a traveling man.

Chapter 3 – Changelings

Gently, Sollie tucks her master into her bed as the graying sky of morning was brightening her cell enough to see with out a light. Slut, tied to her cross is still sleeping the sleep of the dead. Sollie can see a ropy line of spittle falling from the corner of Slut’s mouth dribbling onto her left breast and this makes her smile. Picking a pair of soiled panties from the hamper next to her dresser, she retrieves a roll of duct tape from the bottom drawer. Moving silently to the sleeping form tied to the cross, she tears off half a foot and sticks it to the lower edge of the cross piece. She reaches out and pinches Slut’s nostrils causing her mouth to open and stuffs the balled up the panties deeply into Slut’s mouth and quickly secures her mouth with the tape.

Slut’s eyes flash open almost immediately wondering why this Filipino bitch would not leave her alone. The gag in her mouth did not allow for any noise to escape her. Solly moved close to her ear and spoke softly,

“Look in my bed.”

Slut did as she was told surprised to see the man she had met only the day before, the one who had sent her into hell with this bitch from hell who has seemingly worked her over the entire night. Just as quickly, she realizes that Mistress Sollie has not been working on her all night; she has been asleep standing tied to the cross. Her eyes go back to Mistress Solly. What surprised most is that that is exactly how she is thinking about this Asian woman: Mistress Sollie.

“Make one sound that wakes him up and your whole day will be irreversibly fucked up in the first 30 seconds you are awake.”

Slut thinks to herself that the day is already pretty much fucked up waking up tied to a cross, with a pair of panties taped in your mouth, wearing a chastity belt with a dildo up your ass and cunt wearing only what must be really nice bruises on her ass and tits being ordered around by what her brother (who’d done a tour in the Marines) would call a LBRPFM’s, which is short for Little Brown Rice Powered Fucking Machines. No, she thinks, days do not come any more fucked than this. “Understand?” Solly barks softly.

Slut nodded dumbly.

Taking a leash from a hook on the wall, Solly clipps it deftly to the collar around Slut’s neck and unties first her ankles and then her wrists. As she is lowered to the floor her shoulder joints make a loud popping sound. They are numb and leaden. Sollie gives Slut a hard look. “You know what position you are to be in when you are on the leash,” she hissed.

Slut dropped to all fours and is promptly and unceremoniously led out of the cell and into the morning light. Sollie keeps her moving at a rapid pace and Slut finds she can not keep up and quickly adjusts by coming up off her knees and onto the balls of her feet moving in a crab like fashion. Awkward as this was, she finds that she can now keep up with her Mistress. Abruptly, Sollie stops. Intent on keeping her balance, Slut does not realize this until the leash became taut and spills her on her face.

“Pay attention!” Sollie snaps. She grabs Slut’s collar and jerks her to her knees. Roughly, she rips the duct tape that covering her mouth and Slut can not stifle a cry and involuntarily a hand goes to her mouth to rub her lips. Her breath is coming in ragged gulps as she tries to catch her breath and spit the panties from her mouth. Slut has been in constant torment since leaving the study yesterday and Mistress Sollie has given her little respite since coming into her charge. The sleep she’d had on the cross had been poor, at best and fatigue was now her constant companion.

“We are now going into breakfast. I know you haven’t eaten since yesterday, but don’t bolt your food. Eat what you are given and don’t you dare ask for more. As a matter of principle, don’t talk at all. That is unless being tutored in manner is what you want from me, then, well, just piss me off.” Sollie gives Slut a sardonic and wryly sadistic smile at this while looking down at the wretched form of Slut, kneeling in the sandy grass with puffy eyes and raw knees, generally looking pitiful.

Slut thinks she wants to do more than just piss Mistress Solly off. She wants to grab a handful of hair and jerk her to the ground and give her a taste of her own medicine, but something tells her this was not even a remotely good idea. These thoughts, against her will, telegraph to her face. Sollie smiles, reached out and twists her left nipple cruelly saying, “You better think again. That good idea you are thinking right now may not be such a good idea in reality.” And Slut blushes bright red and tears began to course down her face. How in the name of fuck can she know what she is thinking?

Sollie turns and with hard tug on the leash, Slut begins to follow at a slower pace. They enter a building through a large doorway and she is led to a low bench before a long table and is given the order to stand. To her amazement, as she looks around the room, she is surprised to find the room filled with at least ten long tables and each has at least a dozen women standing just as she is. On the table before each place is a bowl of what can be best described as mush. A small bell rings and the women, in mass, sit in their respective places. Sollie has to give a small jab into Slut’s back to get her to follow suit. When she sits, the dildo from chastity device in her ass is noticeably uncomfortable and she is shocked to realize that her bodily needs are becoming pressing: She has to pee very badly. She sees that all the women have lowered their faces into the bowls and are eating. Sollie grabbed a handful of Slut’s hair and shoves her face into the bowl and she began to lap at the contents so as not to drown. Sollie says in a low voice “I’ll see you tomorrow, behave.” And she is gone. Slut does not see Mistress Solly for the next eighteen hours.

* * *

Slut is amazed that the contents of the bowl tastes delicious and she begins to eat greedily. She raises her eyes enough to see the girl across from her looking at her, her face and nose sticky and covered with the creamy mush.

“It’s breadfruit,” the girl whispers. No sooner than this is said, a hand pushes the girl’s face back into the bowl roughly.

“You want to eat or you at high tea this morning? Shoot the shit on your own time!”

Looking up, Slut sees a very large woman standing behind the girl holding her face in the bowl and then grabs a handful of hair and lifts her face from it bringing her to an upright position. The girl, her face now covered completely with her breakfast, opens her soft brown eyes and smiles softly at Slut.

“Thank you mistress for correcting this wayward bitch,” she says in an even voice. The woman only grunts and gives the girl’s head a shove. The girl only smils again and resumed eating.

She points a riding crop at Slut and barks, “Get your face back in that bowl if you know what’s good for you,” and then walks on.

Trying to take in as much of the scene as possible, Slut does not finish her meal before the small bell rings and once again, in unison, the women all rise. She can only look back at her unfinished meal and frown. The women deftly step back over the benches and reached their hands out to either side to clasp the hands of the women to either side. Slut did like wise. The women on her side of the table executed a left face, while those opposite performed a right face maneuver and the women file out two abreast for where Slut knows not.

* * *

Waking up in Sollie’s bed, I leisurely stretch out before leaving her cell and walk toward the beach rather than my quarters. Once on the beach, I contort my body with exercise to stretch out my leg and back muscles before I start out at an easy gait. Quickly tiring in the loose, dry sand, I ease down past the tide line on to the hard, wet packed sand and pick up the pace. I watch for my markers and in just over 13 minutes I punch out two and half miles thinking about nothing other than the blue in blue of the South China Sea off to my left. The hot, humid morning has me drenched in sweat and as I slow to a cooling walk, I can smell Sollie on me and that, perhaps, is also tinted with the smell of Slut.

Back at my quarters, I shower and change into a freshly pressed white Panama suit. Li has laid my clothes neatly out on the valet before the triple tailor’s mirrors and I can not help but admire the figure I cut. I am not a vain man, in the least, but I am amazed at how a tailored suit makes a man look. I think of Charles Laughton or Sidney Toler, the actor who played Charlie Chan and how good they always looked in a Panama suit, I never thought I would look so good. Knowing that Li has never seen a Charlie Chan movie or has any clue as to whom Charles Laughton might be, I am struck by her sense of style.

Just out the door my quarters, I found a jeep waiting on the cobblestone drive. In the driver’s seat is a young blonde woman and sitting in the rear seat is a dark, mysterious Hindu goddess. She is dressed in a cream silk blouse and dark A line skirt. The driver is naked save for a collar with a silver tag engraved ‘Cocksucker’. Not a word is spoken as I get into the front seat as the driver puts the jeep in gear and smoothly speeds out of the drive to the road leading toward the airfield. The trip takes less than 5 minutes even though the car never reaches a speed above 15 miles per hour. As the field comes into view, I can see the Gulfstream sitting on the tarmac as a lone figure completes a walk-around inspection as the tail strobe light flashes in the gathering sunlight of morning. I know instinctively that the inspector is Tommy Milkman, a bright, handsome lad, who you might mistake for preppy if it weren’t for his deep southern drawl, a true Son of Georgia. Tommy had learned to fly in the Air Force, flying lumbering cargo planes. He had longed to slip the surly bounds of Earth in the cockpit of an F-16, but had only qualified to fly the Military’s version of the Douglas DC-9, great training if your dream was to fly forever and ever for an airline, but that really sucked if you had the need for speed and Tommy had the need for speed very bad.

In the cockpit was J.D. McAlester. Mac had been my roommate at the Boat School, the Naval Academy, and captain of the crew team. He had been an Aerospace major, while I am a mere English major. He had dreamed of the sky since his childhood. From the time he was ten, every thought, every action was designed to get him into the cockpits of jets. And it had worked. F-4 Phantoms in Vietnam, almost becoming an ace and later he flew F-14A Tomcats. However, the Tomcat had bitten. In a training exercise, the immense weight of the aircraft over powered by a pair of Pratt and Whitney TF 30’s had managed to flat spin. By the time recovery of the aircraft had quit being an academic probability and had became a firm impossibility, the decision to eject had already been made by the Naval Flight Officer, a man who J.D. will only speak of by his call sign, Zippo. Coming out of the cockpit with the force and speed of a rocket strapped to their asses, the men were accelerated by ten gravities of thrust. Zippo’s body was never recovered while J.D.’s Martin-Baker ejection seat worked as advertised to float him into the Mediterranean Sea safely. He was cleared by the Board of Inquiry but, never the less, the injuries he suffered that day prevented him from ever sitting in the driver’s seat of a jet aircraft again, that is, until I bought him this Gulfstream, with a severe warning that eternity would be a nightmare of epic proportions if he killed me in the goddamn thing. Truth was, he was my best friend: If we died together, we’d toast the devil with his own scotch and spit in his eye.

Pulling along side the aircraft, Cocksucker brought the jeep to a smooth stop. I gave the driver’s left nipple a pinch and a tug and said with a smile, “Thank you, Cocksucker.”

“The pleasure is mine, Milord.” She says with a sweet smile, enjoying the manipulation of her nipple a little too much.

As the other passenger unloads my traveling case along with two suitcases of her own and lugs them toward the plane, I go strait over to Tommy waiting by the cargo hatch and exchange pleasantries as we wait for the girl to bring the luggage. Setting the three cases on the ground near the plane, she gracefully drops to her knees to bend forward to kiss Tommy’s shoes. I stifled a laugh as this is one of those things that is an embarrassment to Tommy and he can only look at me sheepishly.

“Get aboard,” I tell her and lightly touch her forehead as she rises to her feet.

“Where to Boss?” He is clearly relieved that the girl is leaving to board the aircraft.

“Hong Kong, Miss Singh has a date at an auction this evening at the Hilton and then we’re all going to get a massive steak and really drunk at Ned Kelly’s Last Stand on the Kowloon side. J.D.’s buying.”

“Does he know that?”

“Not yet,” I smiled, “you can break that part to him.”

And with that, I board the plane to take my seat.

Chapter 4 – An interlude between worlds

Tommy came through the cabin door after securing the fuselage compartments, folded the stairway and started to close the hatch behind him. Miss Singh came up behind him and lightly touched his arm. He turns and almost immediately the blush he had had outside on the tarmac was back. She can see it and his eyes, eyes that said he was a man unaccustomed to being in close proximity of such a beautiful woman, one that responds in a way that no woman in Tommy’s world ever responds. I watch as his Adams apple bobs in a very long swallow. She looks directly into his light blue eyes with her soft doe eyes.

“I will secure the door,” she says softly, so softly that in the distance between us, two seats, I can only make out the word door. Tommy slowly nods and turns and goes into the cockpit and gently closes the privacy curtain behind him. I imagine that he has sat down in the co-pilot’s chair rather quickly. Seeing him with a hard on would keep J.D. in stitches for months. Tommy does not care for the world on the other side of the island and I respect that. While he respects what it is I have built here and why I do it, it is something that he keeps a respectful distance from.

Miss Singh has been known for the last two years as Knob Bobber. Before that, she was known as Amahdee and twelve hours from now she will be known, as Linda, The Pretty One, for the rest of her life. She now stands at the door for a long time looking out taking in the scene and breathing in the warm, tropical air deeply. She makes no sound. The auxiliary power unit comes on line and the sound level rises noticeably and the cabin lights momentarily flicker. The unit begins to spool up as high pressure air makes it way to the compressor sections of the plane’s engines. At this, Miss Singh tugs on the tether to close the door and locks the handle in place. When she turns, she is crying. The sobs deep inside her chest are being restrained, but not very well. The tears, large and free flowing course down her cheeks streaking her makeup. Without looking at me, she takes her seat and buckles herself in. The jet turns at idle speed for about two minutes, taxies to the end of the runway, turns and accelerates in one fluid maneuver. Three minutes after engines start, we are in the air and “feet wet”, over the water. Miss Singh’s sobbing does not abate and her tears seem ceaseless.

I reached over and touch her arm. Her eyes meet mine. Her tears freshen.

“I cannot go, I am not ready,” she says.

“Yes,” I say simply. And with tears streaming unashamedly down her face, she laughs. A deep laugh, a normal, funny laugh, as if hearing a joke.

“Yes, I’m not ready or yes, I’m not?”

“Pick one,” I smile, “because what I think is of no import. It’s what you think that counts. Remember your first days here? Think about then, how badly you wanted this day to come.”

“First days? How about the better part of the first year! I wanted to be taught to be something other than me. How could I know that what I needed was to be taught to be treated like property? How would I know that I would love that? No, I don’t think I’m ready. I know I am not ready.” She said the last with conviction.

“You’re ready. Open the window shade and take a look.”

I touch the key to the intercom and bark “J.D., turn around. Give the island a flyby then do it again at 90 degrees.” I meant for it to sound like a request but it sounded more like an order.

He did just as I’d asked. We cruise the island about a mile off at just over a thousand feet up. I watch as Miss Singh cranes her neck to see the island come into view, watch it pass, and crane her neck again to see it pass behind us. After a long slow turn, the island comes into view again and she does the same again. Some time after it has passed from her view, forever, she closes the shade and turns to me. The tears are back and I soften.

“You can live your old life until we land.”

With that, she stands and slowly slides down the zipper of the skirt and lets it fall. She carefully unbuttons her blouse, removes it, and carefully folds her clothes so not to wrinkle them. She then unhooks her bra and slips from it and stands naked before me. She is not wearing any panties. From my jacket pocket, I take out a collar with a small silver tag that reads “Knob Bobber”. She kneels before me so that I can place it back on her neck and I am greeted with the sweetest smile I have ever seen.

* * *

Slut and the others silently leave the dining hall two abreast into the morning sunshine. The sound of an airplane draws her eyes skyward and she watches the small jet aircraft pass from left to right. She wanted to stop and watch it but when she slowed down the woman behind her ran into her and dropped her mentally back into reality. She knows it is the same plane that she had boarded in Honolulu, what, two, three days ago? She is dawdling and can tell the girl behind her is growing impatient with her as she is squeezing her hand sharply.

She fells like a schoolgirl again, walking in line with other girls, holding hands front to back, going to the lavatory in the library building at her elementary school, Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow. As she looks as far up the line as she can, she sees that they all wear the same uniform. A lack of uniform actually, but uniform all the same. Each woman wears a polished black collar adorned with a silver tag and four inch black stiletto pumps. She is the only one different in the fact she is the only one wearing a chastity belt. This fact brings a new thought. Is this because she is new or is this because the belt signifies dunce?

She takes in her surroundings and is surprised at the campus like atmosphere. The courtyard is a quadrangle, surrounded by 6 buildings that she can see with an unknown number behind her and she dares not to turn to count buildings. Further, she cannot see anyone who appears to be in charge. They are crossing the quad two abreast, marching in step the only noise is the clicking of their heels reverberating off the surrounding buildings in unison. This made her remember Sister Rose, who, while strict, had made school somewhat fun. Sr. Rose had taught the girls to hum the theme song from the Adams’ Family Show” in their heads to help them stay in perfect step with a proud march. And just as suddenly she realized that tune was playing in her head and she was walking in perfect harmonious step with what she guessed to be fifty women.

The last two girls at the rear in each column suddenly dropped the hands of the girls in front and sprinted to the front of the formation to open and hold the doors of the building directly in front of them. The column of two marched directly into the building with out missing a beat, proud and strong. Just as the last of the women passed the portal, the door guards quickly closed the doors and the formation broke up in to a cacophony of sound as the formation dissolved and every one in the group relaxed.

Slut stands there in disbelief as the women begin to chat, sit on the floor and take off their stilettos and massage their feet and calves. The girl next to her, who is still wearing the breadfruit mush on her face, points at Slut’s chastity belt and says “Want some help getting that thing off?”

“I don’t know if I’m allowed.” She says dumbfounded.

The girl just smiles. “Yes, you are. It’s bath time and for the next six hours nobody will tell you what to do….” She trails off and reaches for the silver tag on Slut’s collar and reads the inscription. “…Slut,” she finishes. “This is our time and my name is Allpussy.” She sticks out her hand and with a growing smile shakes Slut’s hand.

She then spins Slut around and begins to work on the buckles of the chastity belt.

“So, you got orientation from Sollie? Oh, I know that because she has her initials

tooled into this thing. I hate this fucking thing.”

As the strap that runs between her legs falls forward, it relieves the pressure on the dildos that impale her. Allpussy reaches around from behind and plucks the dildo from her pussy and holds it up before her face. It is made from polished ebony wood and despite of the fact she has probably worn it for over eight hours, it glistens with moisture from her cunt. Allpussy leans close to her ear to speak to her in a low tone of voice.

“If one of these comes out of any of your holes in Mistress Sollie’s presence, you’d best take it in that pretty little mouth of yours and lick clean as Buddha’s cock. She loves to see them worshipped.” Allpussy then brushes the wooden cock across Slut’s lips. Slut gets the idea and opens her lips and takes the object into her mouth and begins to lovingly clean it. Before she could get fully into the act, Allpussy spins her around again and pulls her close so that they are cunt to cunt. The chastity belt drops to the floor, and reaches around and pulls the second dildo from Slut’s ass. Holding it next their faces, Slut turns to look at it. Allpussy says, “This one too!” Before Slut can do anything, Allpussy tosses the dildo from her ass over her shoulder and wraps her arms around Slut’s neck in an intimate embrace. “Give me a kiss,” she smiles, “I just saved you from a future ass whipping, though you might get one anyway for already knowing what to do. She’s pretty anal retentive that way.” With that, she pulls Slut into a deep, deep kiss.

Abruptly, Allpussy breaks the kiss and takes Sluts hand pull her into a short tiled hallway ending at a wall that seemingly goes nowhere. Just before the end, however, she sees two openings on each side that open into a larger cavernous room with whirlpool baths dotting the tiled deck and beyond those, an Olympic sized swimming pool. On the other side of the pool there are row upon row of massage tables, some already being used as slave girl works on slave girl while in the whirlpools, slave bathes slave. Two slave girls approach them each takes Slut and Allpussy in different directions. Slut reads the tag that tells her new companions name is Fuckface and she is leading her toward one of the baths. Gently, she assists her into the warm, bubbling water, places her head in the cushioned notch at the end and drapes her hair behind her.

Not a word is spoken as Fuckface picks up a brush and starts to brush out Slut’s hair, gently, lovingly. Slut raises her eyes and tilts her head to look at the girl, upside down. The face is serene, as if this girl were lost in a fantasy, perhaps brushing the hair of some long forgotten doll. Slut breaks the silence.

“What’s your name?”

“Fuckface,” the girl says touching her tag.

“No, I mean your real name.”

The girl lets out a small sigh and then the hint of a smile sneaks onto the corners of her lips. “Slut,” she says, “that is my real name. Whatever you called your self before, whatever I called myself before, well, those people don’t exist anymore. I mean, did you really like the person you were before? If that person is still in you and still has a name, I don’t want to know it. If you were happy before you got this name, then, why are you here?”

She wanted to say to get a story, but, she didn’t. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. Certainly, she was surprised. Malestrom had told her everyone here in training was here of their own free will. Hell, she’d had been forced to ask, no beg, for the privilege to entering this compound. However, compound didn’t sound right. After all, there were no fences, no guard towers and she hadn’t even seen a lock on a single door.

She needed to think on this, just like she would need to think about the similarities she was beginning to feel with her younger days at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows, remembering the nuns, the order, the discipline and the symmetry.

What surprised her most, however, was the peace of acceptance she was beginning to feel. At first, she had thought perhaps that too much was happening too quickly and then she thought that that wasn’t it, either. It was getting a story. Originally, she thought she could and she would endure anything for a story. And then the truth finally comes to her: The story is getting her. She looks back at Fuckface. “Thank you.” She says simply and closes her eyes. In Manhattan, a spa day of this magnitude would run close to a thousand bucks. She decides to just enjoy it and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

It was almost a month before she finally admitted to me that she wanted to be raped, not that it would really be rape, because it’s what she wanted, but more than anything she wanted to be treated like she was just an object, devoid of control, to be used completely for a man’s pleasure and nothing more than a rag doll to be fucked and abused.

Her name was Allison, but she went by Allie most of the time.  I thought it was a cute, and perfect, name for her.  She was attending community college nearby, looking to eventually be a nurse, or school teacher, though I wondered, if she was honest with herself, if her goal really wasn’t to find a Master, somebody to own and use her without mercy.

My heart started beating the instant I saw her step nervously through the door that first time, her nipples were rock hard as she crossed her arms over her chest unconsciously, trying to cover the obvious sign of arousal, or at least trepidation, she felt.

She was almost willowy in appearance, young, barely 19 now, she would be an absolutely gorgeous girl in her mid-twenties, in a different way, after she’d fully blossomed, but she was by no means unattractive, but she was still physically young, her body was angular, her elbows sharp, her legs long and lean, almost like those of a doe.  She was thin, very thin, the t-shirt she wore clung to her body and focused all the more attention on her breasts, which were quite large for her size.  She was perhaps 5’4”, maybe 5’5”, but I doubt she weighed much over 100 lbs.

She cast me a nervous glance and smiled quickly as she walked toward the booth in which I sat.  As she approached, she lowered her head and her cheeks went flush.  She had on a short skirt and large hoop earrings, slut earrings I liked to think.  Her long blonde hair was straight and framed her face perfectly, her skin was smooth as porcelain and I instantly wanted to touch her, to run my hand over her flesh.

“Hi, I’m Allie, I’m, it’s, it’s nice to meet you, finally.”  Her face went crimson with embarrassment, almost exasperation.

“I’m Peter, so nice to meet you too.”  I slipped out of the booth and took her hand, her fingers were long and her palm was moist with nerves.

“You’re much prettier in person than in your photos.”   Allie blushed with the compliment.

“Thanks.”  Allie could barely look me in the eyes as a bored, raspy-voiced, waitress came over and we ordered coffee, and a light dinner.

We sat talking for about an hour, I thought it best to meet and chat in person, to make sure she was ready.  I guess it was as much for me too, to know that I could trust her, and that I knew she knew what she was doing.  My dick was hard the whole time, it was painful, it almost felt like I was in high school again, the hormones running uncontrolled through my body, I don’t think I’d ever been as horny as I was at that point, because I knew from almost the instant she sat down she was the perfect girl.

“So, do you want to do this then?”  I could tell for the previous 20 minutes she wanted to bring it up, to make it finally happen, but I could also see the nerves, and, oh, that sadistic bastard in me wanted to make her suffer a little while longer.

I slid a small stack of papers across the table, her hands where shaking as she moved the documents in front of her and started to read.  We’d talked about the night for a long time, I knew she wanted to be used and abused, to be raped, but still, perhaps it’s the obsessive compulsive in me, that person that needs to control everything, but I wanted to make sure, I didn’t want anything to come back on me, I suppose that’s the lawyer in me too, but I’d laid out in explicit detail what we had agreed to, what she wanted.

“Is everything alright and in there?”  She slowly nodded her head and signed the papers, one copy for her, one for me.  Allie blurted out, like and excited child.

“God my pussy is on fire.”  Instantly she covered her face with her hands and whimpered in embarrassment, unable to believe what she’d just said.  I just smiled broadly, wanting desperately to stroke my cock, it was throbbing so hard I didn’t think I could take it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t believe I just said that.”  I loved the way her face was beet red.

“Let’s get going.”  I left some money on the table and led Allie out into the parking lot.  Her legs were unstable as I helped her in the car.  She didn’t say a word as we drove to the motel.  She let out a gasp of shock as I reached over and laid my hand on her thigh as we pulled to a stop.

“We’re here.”  I ran my hand over her naked thigh towards the confluence of her legs.  It was the only sexual act of the evening, thus far.

Her hands trembled as I helped her out of the passenger seat and pointed her toward our room.  I could see the way her chest rose and fell quickly as we moved through the shadows, her nipples were rock hard against her top.

I grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to a stop before we got to the motel door.

“You understand, the minute that door closes, I own you, I’m going to use you the way I want to, I’m going to rape you.”  I could hear the nervousness in her voice, but there was also something more, I knew it was lust, not that she would ever admit it.  For months she’d been telling me how she wouldn’t enjoy being abused at all during, even though I knew she masturbated at least once a day about the thought of being raped, even just play-raped.

“Yes.”

“Good.”  I put the key card in the lock and the door opened.  I’d made sure to get a room with no others adjoining.  I didn’t expect it to be silent, but I wanted to avoid too many prying ears.  We’d agreed on a motel, mostly because we both felt safer that way.

I could distinctly hear the breath whisping through her nose as we stepped over the threshold.  I think she was shocked by the suddenness of my movement.  The instant the door clapped shut I had hold of her long blonde hair and jerked her head back violently, my hand was over her mouth before she could even make a sound.

“Don’t make a fucking sound bitch!”  I barked in her ear and brought a knife to her throat.  I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Don’t make a sound cunt, do you understand me?”  I could see the surprise, the terror, in her eyes.  I knew she’d fantasized about being raped, probably thousands of times, but perhaps the reality of it was somewhat different than she expected.

“Do you understand me you stupid whore?”  She nodded her head quickly, desperately.

“Good, you know I’m going to rape that pussy of yours till you scream, don’t you cunt!”  Tears bubbled from her eyes as she frantically whimpered.

“Let’s get to business slut, I want my dick in your pussy, bad!  That’s all your good for anyway”  I pulled the knife from her throat and dropped it on the floor, I grabbed a wad of cloth from my pocket and stuffed the balled rag into her mouth, I could hear the air whine through her nostrils as she sucked in deep breaths.  I grabbed for a roll of duct tape and put a wide piece over her mouth.

“That’ll keep you quite for now cunt!”  I pulled her wrists roughly behind her back and wrapped the duct tape around her forearms, they were crossed in the small of her back, her hands almost to the opposite arm’s elbow.  I could hear her sobbing, I knew she was crying and I could see the tears streaking down her smooth, pretty cheeks.  Her makeup ran down her skin and only turned me on more.

I smacked her hard across the face.

“I know you want it slut, all cunts do!”  I moved her easily across the floor, she weighed almost nothing, and with the adrenaline, the lust, running through my veins, I slammed her hips into the edge of the couch and pusher her forward, bending her at the waist.

“Just a few more seconds bitch, then you’ll get to feel my cock in your dirty snatch!”  I grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up her thigh’s, I brutally grabbed for her panties and tugged them down her legs till they were wrapped around her ankles.

“Spread those legs bitch!”  I kicked her feet wide.

The gag muffled her shriek as I slammed one finger in her quivering pussy and leaned down over her, pressing my chest against her back.  I grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head as I whispered in her ear and pumped one finger in and out of her convulsing vagina.

“How do you like that bitch?  I bet you can’t wait to feel my cock in that tight little snatch of yours.

The girl was sobbing uncontrollably as I pulled my finger from her pussy and pulled down my pants.  I loved hearing her blubber as I eased my slacks down my thighs.  My dick was so hard it hurt, I could feel the blood racing through my veins and I’d never felt so turned on before in my life.

My hands were shaking as I rolled a condom over my thick shaft.

“It’s time to make you a woman cunt!”  I grabbed for her hips and dug my fingers into her flesh.  I groaned loudly as I slammed my dick in her pussy, she was tight, so incredibly tight, I thought I might blow instantly I was so turned on.  My head was spinning I was so light-headed

“HOLY SHIT!!!”  I grabbed for her long hair and tugged brutally, pulling on her scalp like reins as I pounded my cock into her cunt as hard as I could.  I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on my cock involuntarily as I began rutting her.

“This is what you’re made for bitch!”  I arched her head back violently as my hips slammed against her ass, driving her thighs cruelly into the edge of the sofa.  I cruelly pulled on her scalp, making her shriek in pain as I tugged viciously on her hair as I pounded into her, bunny fucking her, taking her like an animal.  I could hear her cries as I kept ramming my cock in her pussy over and over again.  She was a rag-doll, a hole for my cock.

“I’m going to cum bitch!”  She squealed as I grabbed her hips and jerked her body back onto my cock.  I could feel my balls slapping against her pussy as I roared and thrust back my head.  My balls convulsed and I could feel my sperm shooting into her as my prick jerked and pulsed inside her tight slit.

“Holy crap!”  I slapped my hand down hard on her ass as her torso shuddered violently.

“Holy crap that was fucking incredible.”  My balls were still spasming, my whole body was tingling and I felt like I was going to pass out I was on such a high.  My hands were numb as I finally let go of her hips.

“Holy shit that was fucking incredible bitch.”  Allie was sobbing, her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she was bent over the edge of the couch with her breasts crushed against the cushions with me leaning over her.

“God that was incredible cunt!”  I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the edge of the sofa, I twisted her head violently so she was looking me in the face.  Tears were still streaming down her cheeks leaving dark streaks of make-up covering her skin.

“You’re just a dirty whore!”  I spit in her face and thick wads of saliva splattered on her forehead.

“I bet you loved that, didn’t you bitch, feeling my cock in your snatch!”  I heard her screech as I dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room and forced her to her knees.  My dick was still hard and bobbed in front of her face.  I gently worked the condom off my cock, making sure not to spill a drop of sperm.

“Don’t make a sound cunt!”  She yelped in pain as I smacked her across the face.  I tugged the tape off her mouth and pulled the rag from between her teeth.

“Here is a treat for you slut.”  I grabbed for her hair again and arched her head back.

“Open up!”  I held the bulging condom to her lips and started pouring the warm cum down her throat.  She was sobbing as the sperm hit her tongue and ran down her throat slowly, the thick goo moved like molasses.

“Don’t swallow till I tell you.”  I stood over the girl, the adrenaline still racing through my veins, her hair still clutched in my hand forcing her head back as tears streaked down her face.

“You are a pretty little bitch, aren’t you.”  Allie’s whole body convulsed as spasms racked her frame.

Her mouth was filled with my milky cum, it pooled on her tongue and her teeth were slimed with the warm sperm.

“Swallow slut!”  Allie sobbed as she closed her eyes and forced herself to gobble down the pecker-snot.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it cunt?  You should be honored that I let you have the pleasure of my cum.”  I laughed out loud as I smacked her hard across the face again.

“Clean me bitch!”  I slapped my prick down on her forehead, then rammed it between her lips without giving her time to react.  I pinched her nostrils shut and jerked my hips forward, burying my cock deep against the back of her throat.  Instantly she started to gag and tried to pull her mouth off my shaft, but with her hands still bound, she couldn’t fight me.

“That’s it bitch, you know this is what you’re made for.”  I loved the way she choked on my cock as I forced it against the back of her throat.

“God that’s incredible.”  Allie gasped desperately as I pulled the head of my cock from between her lips and let her gulp down much needed air.

“Lick me cunt!”  Her whole body was shuddering, trembling with fear as she started lapping her tongue nervously along the length of my shaft, her face was flush as she moved her tongue over my prick.

“That’s fucking incredible bitch.”  She was sobbing so loud it wasn’t even funny as her tongue moved over my dick and balls.

“Time to get you out of those clothes cunt, don’t make a fucking sound, understand me?”  I slapped her across the face again.

“Never mind.”  I laughed as I picked my boxers up off the floor and stuffed them between her lips, they were wet with pre-cum.

“How does that taste slut?”  I grabbed a piece of duct tape and put it over her lips then I spit in her face.  Her eyes jerked shut as the saliva hit her skin.

“Get off your knees cunt.”  I grabbed her by the hair and tugged her to her feet, she squealed as I pulled hard on her hair.

“I want to see that skanky little body of yours.”  I picked the knife from where I dropped it on the floor and brought it to her face.

“I’m going to cut your arms free, and then you’re going to strip for me, understand.”  Allie cried as I put the tip of the blade up under her chin, making her lift her head higher making her stare me in the eyes.

To be continued…

February 1, 2009

This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather collar. All are locked in place with heavy padlocks and Master keeps the keys on His key ring along with His house and car keys. This is to remind me that i too am His property just as is His car and His house.) As You finished Your breakfast, You leaned over to kiss my forehead. You reminded me that You were excited about the Super Bowl party You planned for tonight. You said that W/we had a lot to do to get ready for O/our guest. (Master had invited five or six of His male friends over to watch the game with Him, and i was to serve the food and drinks.) Since i don’t share Your love for football, i didn’t share Your enthusiasm about the night’s upcoming events.

i ran the water for Your bath and then went to clean the dishes. When i returned, You were just about to step out of the tub. i dried Your body while You continued to talk about the things W/we needed to do. You kissed me passionately parting my lips with Your tongue, running Your fingers between my thighs and pausing on my clit. You stopped abruptly and wagged Your finger, wet with my juices, in front of my face and said, “No, no. you will not distract Me with your sweet, brown pussy today. W/we have a busy schedule ahead of U/us.” You pointed to a shopping bag sitting on the floor beside Your bed. “I got U/us something.” You followed me into the bedroom to watch me as i pulled two matching Steelers’ jerseys from the bag. Just as the ungrateful slave slut that i am, i began to complain.

“Master, please let me go out when Your friends arrive. i really hate football and i don’t think i can sit here all night while You and Your friends get drunk.”

The look on Your face was the same look that i have when You slap mine. Shock and disappointment washed over it, and Your cheeks glow red with fury. i should have known to stop there, but that was only the beginning of my whining and complaining.

You pulled Your favorite jeans of mine and a black and gold bra and panty set from my dresser drawers (my Master chooses my clothes that i wear everyday) and tell me to get dressed. i put those things on along with the new jersey and begin to tidy the house for guests. i spend the better part of the day preparing the food and snacks but i also constantly let You know that i am not happy with this task.

“i hate football, anyway.”

“i’m not having company, Master, You are.”

“Why can’t i just hang out with my friends?’

“Why can’t You just order pizza?”

“Why do i even need to be here?”

Finally, You had enough and couldn’t take my mouth anymore. You told me to strip and wait for you in the punishment room. (This room is where W/we keep most of O/our “equipment.” It used to be a garage, but Master had it closed off. There are no windows at all in the room. It has warm brown wall to wall carpeting and beige painted walls. Other than a large painting depicting a nude woman being whipped while tied to a cross, the room remains intentionally undecorated to give it a cold feeling. As you might have already guessed, this is my least favorite place in the house.) i know i’m in big trouble now. i immediately go into corner time, waiting for You to come in and administer my punishment.

It seemed like hours passed and my knees were aching from the carpet burns. i could hear Your friends beginning to arrive. When You did come into the room, i was expecting You to give me the usual spanking with Your belt and i was embarrassed because i knew that everyone would hear it. But that was not Your plan at all. You have secretly prepared for this moment because lately Your belt hadn’t been as effective in correcting my behavior.

Using the rings on my ankle and wrist cuffs, You tied me to the (asymmetrical) horse that You made for my birthday. (This allows my head to be low and my ass to be up high. The horse is lined with black vinyl covered padding along the base and where my knees rest, and is not too uncomfortable unless i am lying on it for long periods of time.) You pulled the steel medical tray in front of me so that i could see what ‘instruments’ You planned to use for my punishment. On the tray You placed two things: the large silicone buttplug that You have threatened to use on many occasions, that i fear won’t fit, and another item that i had never seen before. It was a steel plug with a hose and a funnel attached at the end of the hose.

My eyes instantly grew wide with fear and i knew what You were planning for me. Just as i began my verbally protests, You inserted the bright red ballgag in my mouth and left me in the room to ponder the situation. While You were away, i struggled to lift my head many times to look at Your instruments. My heart beat so fast i thought it would burst from my chest.

You got Your guests settled in and returned in about a half hour’s time. i begged You, through the gag, to forgive me by promising to be the best hostess i can be. i begged You for a severe beating with Your belt. But You told me it was way to late for that and i should have thought about that this morning before i pissed You off. You grabbed some lube and began working Your fingers in and around my asshole. My tears began to run down my face. i could feel my clit swelling while pressing against the base of the horse as i wiggled to allow Your finger easier access to my hole.

“you are such a fucking whore. you know that don’t you?” i could hear the smile on Your face as Your second finger slid in my ass and your thumb in my pussy. You played with me for a little longer and then pulled Your hand away.

“you know what’s coming next don’t you?” You asked as You brushed the cold steel at my tightly puckered hole. You began working the plug in and out of my ass, twisting it deeper and using more force with each thrust. i let out a soft moan through the gag, in pleasure and pain. Just as it became unbearable, i felt my hole relax and i knew that the steel plug was in place. i could feel You tug at the hose to make sure that the plug would not pop out.

You grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head to look at You and said, “you had better not push that out. Do you understand me?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.” i mumbled threw my gag.

With only a warning from the sound of Your zipper being lowered, You gave me my first punishment of the evening. You released Your bladder into the funnel. i felt Your hot piss flowing into my bowls and i gasped of pleasure. You laughed because You knew that as the night continued, my reaction would change. When You were finished You grabbed the silicone plug and covered it with lube. i shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled pleas for You not to use it. You ignored me and pressed it firmly and methodically against my hole. i tensed in a fleeting attempt to pull away. You put Your hand on the small of my back forcing my body and my pussy back onto the horse. i already had very little wiggle room, but under the power of Your hand, i had even less. Just before the monster plug fully settled in completely, i let out a loud yelp. You smiled and firmly smacked my ass.

You walked around to look at me again. While tenderly wiping the tears from my eyes You ask, “How does that fell, hmm? Does it hurt?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.”

“Good!” Your voice instant changed from loving to a stern growl. “So maybe the next time I ask you to do something for me, you’ll have a better attitude.”

With that, You covered my eyes with a sleeping mask to blindfold me. Then i felt You insert the small spongy ear plugs and place the headphones over my ears with the music loud enough that i wouldn’t be able to tell when You returned.

While You were away with Your guests, i tried to stretch my limbs and adjust my body. i felt parts of me begin to stiffen and fall asleep. Though i had no way of knowing for sure, i thought i sensed You in the room with me many times. i cried and even plead for release, repeatedly. Hours seemed to pass before You returned and touched my shoulder, i was glad my torment was over. Pulling off the headphones, You removed the ties and helped me to my feet. You freed my mouth from the gag and allowed me to relax my jaw, but You left the blindfold and earplugs in place. You placed a large plastic bowl in my hands and guided me to my knees. i instinctively knew what the bowl was for. With one hand on the side of my head, you aggressively press my face into the floor. With the other hand You reach behind me to maneuver the buttplug from my asshole. i felt myself struggling to control a scream as the plug was ripped from my body. i immediately search in the dark for the plastic bowl and position it beneath me to catch Your fluids and my waste exploding from my body. When You were sure that i had expelled everything, You push me back to my knees and clean me up with a wet cloth.

i waited on my knees until You gave me further instructions. However, i was surprised to feel the steel plug with the hose being pressed in at my backdoor yet again. This time, with little regard for discretion, i loudly protest.

“No Master, please,” i heard my self yell. But the steel plug slid in with little to no resistance. i reached out for You  and realized that at least one other person is in the room. One of You yanked my hair towards the floor while the other refastened the ballgag in my mouth. The one holding my hair forces my head into the carpet and sits on my face. i believed that person straddling my neck, with His ass on the side of my face, to be You since You have done that before when You thought that i was getting out of control. i could only struggle to breath and flail my arms around in that vulnerable position. i felt my belly fill with warm fluid again and was humiliated to know that someone other You was pissing in my ass. i then felt You switch places and You added Your piss as well. Again, the large silicone buttplug was pushed in place. At that point, i noticed that the blindfold was becoming soaked with my tears. You and Your guest led me to a chair. my arms were quickly tied behind me and my legs were spread apart and tied to the back legs of the chair. i know it was You who straddled the chair to sit on my bare lap, pinching and twisting my nipples. i sensed that it had to be half-time because You played with me so long before replacing the headphones over my ears and leaving me in complete darkness.

Each time i thought that i could feel Your presence in the room, i begged You for forgiveness.

By the end of the evening i was crying and writhing in pain. my belly cramped badly. i twisted and turned in the chair in attempts to push the plug, or at least Your fluid, out of my ass. When You finally untied me, removing the blindfold and earplugs, i was happy to hear that Your friends had all left. You slowly led me to the bathroom to release Your piss from my bowels. You allowed me to shower and clean myself up.

As i entered the bedroom, You were sitting on the end of the bed motioning for me to come to You. You brushed my hair from my shoulder and kissed my neck and said, “Tonight was very exciting for Me. My team won the Super Bowl. And do you know how I want to celebrate?” You leaned closer to me, pressed Your lips against my ear and whispered, “I want to give you what you’ve begged for all night.”

That’s when i noticed Your belt in Your right hand.

One day Sarah came into the bar and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was one of them, but she wouldn’t give in to it or to me.  But she kept coming back anyway.  Deliberately not sitting at the bar, trying to pick up other guys, but always looking back at me.  So tonight I got another bartender to cover, and I walked over to her.  I told the guy she was with that the bitch was mine and I grabbed her by the hair and took her to my van, threw her in the back and chloroformed her and took her home.

Now I sat in my chair looking at her, all tied up like that,  arms stretched up over her head wide apart, legs wide tied to the spikes in the floor.  Tits tied tightly, turning darker and darker as I watched.  As I sat there I thought I can do anything I want to her and my cock jumped.  She was whimpering terribly and I thought about gagging her, but I really wanted to hear her scream and no one could hear her anyway.  Yes now she was whimpering, but soon she would be screaming and I would be smiling.  I wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad.  She deserved it for snubbing me the way she did.  And as I sat there I looked at my table of implements wondering what to use first.

I rose and walked over to her.  First my hands, I needed to touch, to feel, so I felt her hardened tits so beautifully dark, I began to smack them hard first one, then the other then both together and I grabbed them and squeezed them and twisted them and dug my fingernails into them.  And I pulled my nails down make deep scratches even drawing blood and she began to scream making my cock jump.  Now I grabbed her nipples and brought my mouth to her ear, I bit it and whispered.  “this is who you are, what you are good for”  I dug my nails into those nipples “Tell me what you are” “Tell me what you want”  And I took out two heavy duty plastic gridded clamps (certainly not meant for nipples) and I snapped them onto her nipples and as she screamed out I yelled “tell me!”

She screamed “I am Your slave, I belong to you, I am a slut.  I want to belong to You, to suffer for You to please you in any way that You chose”  “Good” I said as I grabbed the clamps and twisted them harshly and she screamed.  Then I took out a flogger I had made just for her.  A 6 tailed cat to which I had secured little metal studs on the ends, 3 on each tail.  I showed it to her, told her to kiss it, to suck on the studs, feel their hardness in her mouth, feel their sharpness in her mouth, let them scratch the insides of her mouth and her tongue.  Then I smiled at her and asked her what I should do with it. She said I should whip her tits with it.  “Beg” I told her.  “Please Sir, Master, please whip my tits with the studded flogger, whip them hard again and again cover every inch of my titmeat, sorry Your titmeat, whip them till they bleed, then whip them more.  Please, Sir,

And I showed no mercy as I whipped them and my cock jumped as she screamed and her tits began to be covered in welts and scratches and deep cuts, so beautiful, her agony.  And I whipped the clamps off so I could aim right at her nipples, and she begged for more.  And I gave her more.  And my cock exploded as I watched the destruction of her tits and listened to her screams. I stopped.  I stopped and untied her and pushed her to the floor and told her to lick up my cum and let me hear how much she enjoyed it. And as she licked I picked up the flogger and kicked her legs apart and began working on her ass and cunt.  When the floor was clean, I pulled her head up by her hair and shoved my cock deep in her mouth thrusting hard way back down her throat, feeling her gag around it, every so often holding her nose so she couldn’t breathe at all until I came again right down her throat and kept her mouth filled with cock until it was all swallowed.  And I followed that by giving her a mouthful of piss to swallow.

I dragged her by the hair to her new cage.  Not big enough for her to stretch out or even to sit comfortably.  She had to curl up like a cat in order to fit.  I locked the cage. I asked her what she had to say.  She said” Thank You Master.” I asked what she wanted to do tomorrow.  She told me she wanted to suffer more for me that I should hurt and humiliate her even more than tonight.  That she loved me and that her body was mine and she only hoped that her suffering would bring me pleasure.  I smiled and told her each day would only bring me pleasure if I could take her further into pain and humiliation, more and more every day.  And she said that that’s what she wanted too.

I said good night, Oh and don’t you dare piss in that cage.  If you do I will have to clamp you up tomorrow night.  Sweet dreams.

her story

From the first time i came to the bar, i knew I’d be back.  There was something about that bartender.  Though i never went up to the bar, i couldn’t stop looking at Him and the way He treated some of the other girls who would go up to the bar. The first night i was there i watched as a very skimpily dressed girl went up to the bar and sat lifting her skirt so her bare ass was on the bar stool.  He served her a drink and smiled at her, and then she unbuttoned her blouse and sat there with her tits almost popping out.  He came back and reached across the bar and played with her tits, even grabbing her nipples it looked like He was squeezing and twisting, and she looked like she was stifling a scream.

Another time i saw a different girl reacting the same way, but when the bartender went on break she disappeared as well.  She came back a while later took the same seat with her skirt lifted, tits hanging our (very reddened in color) also the part of her ass that was visible was very red and her face was covered with what could only be cum.  And she just sat there.  When the bartender came back, He reached to grab her tits, she actually lifted them to him, He grabbed and twisted them and then spit on her face, she opened her mouth and He spit again right into it.  Then He gave her a glass full of a very yellow liquid.  i ambled over to order a drink and sat next to her and could easily smell what the liquid was.  i smiled at the bartender as i ordered my glass of wine, stayed long enough to watch the girl drink down the glass and then walked away with my wine.

The same girl came back the next day.  When she sat you could see several bruises on her ass and tits, once she sat made her tits totally hang out, and then sat them on the counter.  i couldn’t understand why no one said anything; the rest of the crowd just seemed to ignore it.  Ignored it when He smacked those tits after serving someone.  Ignored it when He picked up a smoldering cigarette that someone had left and put it out on her tit.  Ignored it when He handed her a whole lemon and told her to shove it up her ass and keep it there.  Ignored it when she told Him she loved Him and kissed Him passionately while He dug His fingernails into her tits.

I had no idea what i was thinking but it was obvious to me that i found this compelling.  i wanted to be her, but i didn’t understand why.  So i would keep coming back teasing myself up to that bar, eyeing the bartender, especially when there were no other girls, but then laughing and walking away when He said something to me.  But there was no doubt in my mind; i wanted what He was giving.  i kept flirting with the danger, but scared as i was i just kept ignoring His attentions.

Tonight that all changed, for He just came and took me, drugged me and threw me in the back of His van.  When i awoke i was tied up unable to move.  i was in agony, my tits were swollen from being tied, and scratched and bleeding and beaten.  The clamps on my nipples were biting hard and i remember screaming out that i was His, a slut to use as He pleased, His slut.  i remember begging Him to beat me with that wicked flogger, little balls at the end of the flogger tails torturing my tits, ripping off the wicked clamps so hard, i thought they took my nipples with them.  i remember He released me and pushed me to the floor to lick up the cum that had exploded from His cock while i screamed and as i did, He kept flogging me with my legs spread hitting my ass and cunt, crying screaming and devouring His cum. Then He pulled my Head up, and pushed His huge cock deep in my mouth using my Head to control it forcing down my throat, gagging around it hardly able to breath and Him cutting off my air supply totally at points, feeling His cum spurt into my throat, swallowing it, then my mouth filling with His piss, swallowing.  All the time letting Him know i was now His, and begging for the abuse that i deserved.

When He led me to the cage, i could hardly fit in.  i curled up like a cat and told Him something like: i was His and wanted to spend the next day and every day suffering in pain and humiliation for Him, that i loved Him and would do anything for Him.  He said He would make sure it was worse for me, better for Him every day.  Then He told me not to piss and walked away.

To be continued:

His Story:

The first thing I did the next morning was to go down the basement to the cage.  She was awake and whimpering.  I knew she was hurting, but also assumed she had to pee real bad.  There were a few drops on the floor telling me she was trying desperately to hold it in.  I laughed to myself thinking of the punishment I would bestow.  I reached in and grabbed her by the tit pulling her toward me, unleashed my cock and told her to drink, swallow, suck and swallow.  I also told her that meant swallowing every drop.  She really needed a lot of practice taking cock down her throat, so I had to use force to get my cock past that back part of her throat where her gagging felt so good, squeezing me, and the guttural screaming around my cock, oh how I loved it.  After she had swallowed all my cum, I gave her a bucket and told her she could piss.  Then I brought her upstairs naked and told her to make me breakfast.

I watched her as she made me eggs admiring the marks on her body.  I lit a cigarette and walked over to her, grabbed her around and shoved my cock up her tight ass.  “push back get it in all the way” I told her and she did, then I lifted the cigarette and as I started to pump her ass, I kept touching the lit cigarette against her body, anywhere, but mostly on her tits.  And as she jumped and writhed it made my cock feel so good and I exploded up her ass as I pushed the lit cigarette into her right nipple leaving it there until I was spent.  I told her she’d better keep all that cum tight in her ass until I allowed her to expel it.  I sat back down at the table and let her serve me telling her to feed me so I could continue to cause her pain as she did.

As she fed me, I slapped her tits, tummy, thighs and ass paying special attention to those burn spots.  She jumped and writhed and wriggled not only from the pain but also trying to hold that cum in her ass, like a cum enema.  She was losing the battle as I could see some of the cum begin to dribble from her ass.  Since all this was making me hard again anyway, I pushed her over the table and shoved my cock back up her ass again soon giving her another dose of cum.  I told her to hold it and her position and I went and got one of those huge butt plugs which I shoved up her ass to keep the cum inside her.  Then I pulled her up from the table and made her clean me off since it was covered in cum and shit.

Then I served her breakfast.  I took a dog bowl from the cabinet and filled it with dry oats, I pissed into the bowl and put it down on the floor.  “This is all you get to eat today my cunt so “enjoy.  I don’t allow my slaves any pleasures and that includes the taste of food. Eat it all, lick the bowl and thank me for the wonderful meal I allowed you.” She gagged and coughed, but eventually finished it all and thanked me properly.

I brought her back down to the basement, removed the butt plug and allowed her to expel into the bucket.  Only then did I unlock the bathroom in the basement and told her to clean out the bucket.  When she was done, I tied her hands together pulled them up over her head and attached them to a hook in the ceiling, and turned on the hose to clean her off, cold and hard.  I locked her back in the cage and told her I would be back later for more fun and for the punishment she needed for allowing a few drops of piss on the floor.

her Story

i wasn’t able to sleep, but just lied there whimpering.  Every part of my body hurt and i had to pee soooooo bad!  i had even let a few drops of pee escape.  But they were so small i hopedHewouldn’t notice.  He grabbed me by my tit, pulling me hard toward Him digging in to my already mauled meat, pulled out His cock and shoved it in my mouth and pissed, i had to keep swallowing which was hard being gagged with His cock and then when He finished peeing,He just kept it there and told me to suck and shoved it further back forcing it hard into my throat holding my head against His crotch and pumping, i could hardly get any air as He just kept going and i gagged around it until His cum began to fill my mouth trying hard to swallow and not to spill as it spurt into my throat.

When He was done and i had swallowed it all, He gave me a bucket and told me i could pee.  He watched intently with that smirky smile knowing how degrading it was to squat over the bucket and pee.  Then He grabbed me by the hair and led me upstairs and told me to make breakfast.

As i was preparing His eggs, He came up behind me with a cigarette in His hand and i felt His cock at the entrance to my asshole already hard Hejust forced it hard into my ass, telling me to push back into Him and get it in as far as it would go.  And as He did i felt the first kiss of the cigarette on my tit, i screamed and jumped and wriggled as He continued to touch the cigarette tip to my tits and anywhere He could.  i screamed and bucked with each touch and He pumped harder and harder and the cigarette burned me until He was ready and i could feel it getting ready to explode and He brought the cigarette right up against my nipple and crushed it into it as He came hard up my ass and i screamed and though i would pass out.  He told me to hold all that cum in my ass.

He then brought me back to the table and told me to feed Him as i stood there so that He could cause me pain as He ate.  And as i fed Him He slapped me all over but seemed to concentrate on all the spots that He had burned me.  wiggled and screamed and tried hard to hold the cum deposit in my ass, but i knew i was failing.  Suddenly He pushed me hard down over the table and shoved His cock up my ass again pounding me harder than even before,  It felt like He was splitting me apart until He shot into me again.  He told me I’d better hold it, but it was really hard, as if i had gotten an enema, but i struggled until He returned and shoved a big hard fat plug into my ass.   Then He pulled me from the table pushed me down to my knees with His dirty cock in front of my face and made me clean Him off.  The taste was disgusting, i didn’t mind the cum but the shit that had stuck to Him made me gag and want of vomit, but i somehow controlled it.

He dragged me by the hair over to the corner of the kitchen and took out a dog feeding bowl.  He also took a box of oatmeal and poured it into the bowl, then Heput it down on the floor and pissed in it.  He told me that was all i was getting to eat today, that i was a slave and didn’t deserve any pleasure including the taste of food, but that i had to eat whatever was given to me completely.  i couldn’t even stand the smell, let alone the taste, but i tried to eat, gagging and coughing, bits of oatmeal getting stuck in my throat, and cramping terribly from all the cum filling my bowels.  i struggled but eventually i was down to the bottom licking the bowl clean.  i looked up at Him, smiled and said “Thank You Master for giving me such a wonderful meal and allowing me to eat.”

Grabbing my hair again He led me down to the basement removed the plug and pushed me into the cage and told me to expel into the bucket which was a big relief.  He unlocked the bathroom door and told me to clean out the bucket.

Afterwards He tied my hands together and attached them to a hook in the ceiling, picked up a hose and began spraying me hard with cold water.  The spray was so hard it felt like needles were sticking into me all over. The burn spots coming alive again in pain.   He pulled my legs apart so He could make sure to get my cunt and asshole clean. He turned it off, took me down and locked me back up in the cage, told me he’d be back later, that He needed to punish me for allowing piss drops on the floor.  He left and i lied on the cold cement floor, cold, wet and shivering.  Thinking to myself this is who i am, what i was meant to be.

To be continued:

She was broke. She had never been in such a dire situation in her life. What were her options? Asking help from her parents was out of the question – any “gift” from them came with heavy chains of expectations attached. The rent was due and she probably could get by with giving her landlord a partial payment …but right now she had nothing. Quitting her job had not been a good idea; she probably should have kept pushing her lawsuit and sue her employer as her friends advised her to, but she just didn’t want to deal with it… ultimately she just wanted to forget about the harassment and move on. Besides, it was her word against her boss, and he probably would have gotten others to back him up. She was not out to take on the world, she just wanted to get by… on her own.  But to accomplish that, she needed to find another job, and fast.

Kim picked the biggest office tower around and went floor to floor filling out applications for a receptionist. Making a game out of it helped…how many applications could she fill out in an hour? She even timed each stop; she was averaging about fifteen minutes per application. The game made it seem less tedious. When she got home, she would compare how she did canvassing this building to the last, and so on.

Then she struck gold. Halfway through the 5^th floor, she filled out an application for a business that she knew nothing about. They interviewed her on the spot and asked when she could start. Tomorrow! She was giddy as she left the office, thinking how things were finally looking up! Now for the immediate crisis of raising fast money before her first paycheck – she had to get her rent paid. She also needed to get something in her stomach, and as she was leaving for the bus, she caught site of a sandwich shop in another office building on the way. As she passed a bulletin-board in the lobby a message caught her eye…

YOUNG WOMEN 18 – 25 NEEDED IN MENSTRUAL DRUG TEST. IMMEDIATE CASH, LIMITED OPENINGS. INQUIRE  IN SUITE 419.

Immediate cash! That’s exactly what she needed. This certainly was worth checking out; the sandwich would have to wait. Perhaps they still had some openings? When she arrived at the door, it simply announced:

“Dr. Evelyn J. Richards, MD”

As Kim walked through the door, it initially seemed like all the other offices she had visited today, except for the slightest scent of medicine or antiseptic floating in the air.  Kim couldn’t tell which it was…perhaps it was a mixture of both. It seemed strange to Kim that a doctor’s office was stuck in the middle of a regular office building, like it had been accidentally placed in the wrong building by mistake. But this was becoming more common, as specialized services were becoming more independent from the hospitals and medical buildings. Then Kim saw the item that grandly pronounced that this office was different than all the others: built into the back wall, was a huge fish tank, stocked with exotic fish and colorful coral that no doubt cost a fortune. Although an aquarium was common and almost mandatory in doctor’s offices, this tank was exceptionally stocked, and it dwarfed most showroom tank displays at even the largest fish stores. Dr. Richards was certainly making some cash.

A receptionist smiled as Kim walked in. The she seemed to be in her early twenties. Although she was beautiful, with her wavy auburn hair, the hint of more mature facial features was beginning to emerge. She was in the transitional period between “beautiful” and “stunning”…a chrysalis of sorts. A little more time would serve to sculpt her face and further define her features, shedding any remnants of girlishness and emerging as a complete woman. A very quiet orchestral melody was playing in the background, and this seemed to enhance her beauty the slightest bit. “How can I help you?” She warmly greeted Kim.

Kim almost started with her standard “Are you accepting applications” routine, but caught herself. “Hi, I’m here about the ad you placed downstairs about the testing.”

The receptionist seemed to be sizing her up before replying. Perhaps they were looking for a particular body type? She undressed Kim with her piercing green eyes, and after an uncomfortable amount of time finally seemed to approve of what she saw. “Wonderful! We have one slot left! I’m Debra. Let me tell you a bit about what we’re doing. Your name is…?”

“Kim, Kim Burns.”

“Nice to meet you Kim. Have a seat. We are testing a new menstrual drug. It is quite safe I assure you, but the FDA requires quite an extensive amount of trials before approval.” Her voice was sweet like syrup and it put Kim at ease, however she felt somewhat inferior in the presence of the beautiful woman. Kim was certainly eye-catching and had no problem attracting men. Her sandy blond hair had recently been cut shorter, partially in response to the harassment from her last job – she had been angry and wanted a change – but it served to define her cute facial features. However, Kim would rarely be called “beautiful”…no, she was forever “cute”.

“We would need to give you a quick physical and get some information on your history, but barring any allergies to certain medications, most women qualify.” Debra approached Kim with the ubiquitous clipboard holding the questionnaire, and Kim was about to ask the most important question before she was preempted by Debra’s answer… “And we can give you a five hundred dollar check today…another five hundred dollars on the completion of the testing period.”

Five hundred dollars wasn’t the full amount she needed, but it would sure help. This was turning out to be a lucky day after all! Kim started to fill out the questionnaire, which got quite invasive with its detailed questions about her sex habits, but since it was other women who would be looking at this, it didn’t seem to matter.  Besides, for one thousand dollars total, the private information was a small amount to pay.

Debra had left, apparently to talk to the doctor. As she left the room, Kim did notice the tight skirt that clung to Debra’s ass. This woman obviously wasn’t afraid to show off her figure. And the way she sized Kim up made her feel that it was more sexual than professional…Kim had been through that before. Was Debra a lesbian? Not that it mattered much, but Kim wasn’t certain she would want to spend a lot of time with her. She just didn’t find women sexually exciting, she was definitely into men. The closest she had came to having sex with another woman was when she was drunk with a girlfriend and they kissed each other in a demonstration of some past boyfriends awful kissing techniques. This had led to a more passionate kiss, but it ended quickly with one of them bursting out laughing.

Debra rapped at Evelyn’s door and let herself in quickly closing the door behind her. “I’ve got a girl who might work!” she whispered to the doctor. Evelyn was in her mid thirties, an attractive brunette with fantastic legs and ass. She prided herself on these qualities as much as her academic and professional accomplishments… and she had accomplished quite a bit in her time. She was a brilliant student at college and medical school, and, once she began practicing, had quickly made a name for herself as a researcher of some caliber. Several larger corporations had been interested in taking her on, but Evelyn was steadfast on having her own private practice and working as a consultant. Evelyn was very private, and working for a large company would not allow her to indulge in her…interests.

Evelyn had met Debra at a lesbian hangout. A young attractive woman oozing of innocence had entered the bar and Evelyn immediately swooped down on her. However, another woman had apparently spotted the same vulnerability and the two of them almost collided in an effort to snatch the prey first. An initial evil glare between the two ultimately gave way to laughter and they all introduced each other. The other Domme was Debra. It was unusual for someone as attractive and young as Debra to be that aggressive, and Evelyn eventually recognized that as an admirable quality. As if they were reading each others minds, they went in for the kill together. The young girl didn’t stand a chance as the two fed her drink after drink and made her feel at ease, despite their aggressive nature. This was an art in itself – to dominate the situation, yet make the prey feel comfortable and non-threatened. Both Evelyn and Debra were excelling at as they tested each other, demonstrating their skills.

The girl confessed she had never been with a woman and was simply curious. The two Dommes “admitted” that they themselves were new to this too, and because Debra’s place was closer, eventually they headed there after the bar closed. Once they arrived at Debra’s, the mood quickly changed. The girl, drunk, had collapsed on the couch and was no longer the main attraction, as she was already in the possession of the other two women. Instead, the two Dommes were more curious about each other and found themselves to be quite alike. Although Evelyn was very successful and more than ten years older, she found that she had as much in common with Debra as anyone she had ever met. Debra was currently looking for work and Evelyn decided that on Monday the first thing she would do was fire her useless secretary and hire Debra.

The women decided to celebrate with a glass of Champagne and a night of mistreating their catch.  They yanked the poor, sleeping girl off of the couch, and took relentless advantage of her. Evelyn hadn’t been as forthcoming about her sadistic tendencies while talking with Debra, but it soon became obvious Debra had quite a sadistic streak too…perhaps even more profound than Evelyn’s! This was exciting to both the women as they went further and further, seeing just how far the other would go, as they abused the girl.  They teased her and tormented her.  They caressed her body, face and hair, crooning at her beauty, only to abruptly pull her by the hair or pinch her by the nipples to make her abide by their wishes.

It wasn’t long before their victim was sobbing uncontrollably.  They ended up taking turns holding the girl to the bed, one sitting on the hapless girl’s waist and holding her arms to her side while the other mercilessly grinded her pussy onto the girl’s face, threatening to smother her if she didn’t lick her pussy with enough gusto.  By the time they let her go, the poor girl couldn’t even speak clearly from the overuse of her tongue. She was so traumatized by the ordeal in the end that it was highly doubtful that she would ever try being with a woman again.

Evelyn and Debra had been together ever since, sharing their conquests and exploits. Their relationship was strangely platonic, except when carting home a victim. When this happened their passions erupted, and after they were finished with their latest prey they ended up in each other’s arms in the most intense, passionate lovemaking either had experienced before they had met. This dynamic seemed to keep any jealousy at bay, and allowed them to become best friends. The fact that Evelyn was Debra’s boss didn’t seem to have an adverse effect as Debra was very thorough and efficient at anything she did. Evelyn’s finances had given her a freedom to pursue directions that suited her interests, and because Debra was on the same wavelength, she had a willing accomplice. This led them to today, a culmination of long research and patient planning that hopefully would result in the most amazing prize either woman could imagine.

Evelyn looked at Debra and smiled. “You like her, huh?” This was exciting. “Perhaps I should meet our little test subject, and let you know if I approve?” Evelyn walked out to the lobby and sized up the woman. She was very pretty, blond and tall. She had decent sized breasts and they were obviously not enhanced. This was important as Evelyn did not want to have to deal with removing implants. There were a few other potential problems that needed to be checked out before the decision was made.

There really was a legitimate menstrual drug test going on, and the two had tested many participants. But there also was another, far more personal and private study that Evelyn had been waiting to embark on. Every potential candidate so far had failed to meet the important qualifications:

No one must know the woman was here.

She must not have contacted anyone on her cell phone while in the building.

Preferably she would have had no other business to attend to in the building.

An added bonus would be if the candidate arrived on foot or on bus. A car could present problems as there were security cameras in the lot. This question was easily answered by the fact that one of the stipulations for the legitimate study was that the subject not drive after taking the drug the first time. Kim had told the women that no, she took the bus over.

Kim also consented to a physical. No red flags of warning went off in her head as this whole situation appeared to be a grand stroke of luck. There was nothing to fear since she was dealing with women, and Dr. Richards’ professional air put her immediately at ease. The doctor was also very attractive, and could have easily been a model had she let her hair down and put on different makeup.

Evelyn spoke in a calm soothing manner. Her voice was deeper than Debra’s, and it had a hint of a smoky quality… she spoke quietly. This had the effect of causing people to listen closer and creating the air of importance. Men and women had fallen for her voice before; it was something you didn’t notice in most people, but you noticed Evelyn’s voice. One word could sum it up: sensual.

As Kim was led back to the exam room, she indulged in chit chat, telling the two that she just happened to pass by this building, spotting the deli. This seemed to generate unusual interest in the two women, and Kim was a bit confused as Dr. Richards probed her more about this. Kim’s mind was set at ease though when the doctor explained that she had invested in the deli, and wanted to know more about the circumstances that led people to eat there.  As Debra left the exam room and closed the door, Dr. Richards continued the light conversation as she instructed Kim to get undressed.

The cell phone was the easiest to verify. Debra simply went through Kim’s jacket while Kim was in the exam room getting undressed and looked at the calls made and calls received. Nothing in the last four hours. Debra’s heart began to pound harder as she began to realize that Kim might end up qualifying to be their first real test subject. There had been others that the two women had tested small amounts of the “special” drugs on, but this was going to be a whole different level of control. Debra pretended to need something from the exam room and caught Evelyn’s eye…a quick nod. Debra couldn’t help sneaking a peek at Kim, naked, being gently probed by Evelyn. Evelyn, on the other hand, made certain nothing seemed inappropriate during the exam; it would be a mistake to jeopardize things when they might be so close.

Now it was the moment of truth. Evelyn had to make the decision whether to give Kim the real test drug, or administer Rohypnol. Rohypnol, like GHB, was considered a “date rape drug”, and was illegal in the United States. It was a fast acting sedative and would cause dizziness or drowsiness. A benefit to giving this to her would be that if things didn’t go as planned, the drug affected the person’s memory, and the whole incident (or at least large chunks) would be forgotten. Kim could be released if something went wrong with little chance of any serious consequences. Also, the adverse effects could be attributed to a reaction to the legitimate test drug. Evelyn called Debra in to record the time, 3:42 PM, as she administered the drug to their new test subject. Debra knew which drug it was, and her excitement was almost impossible to contain.

Both women pretended to be preoccupied with other tasks, but in reality, they were watching every movement Kim made. Finally Kim spoke up: “I’m feeling kinda dizzy”.

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 2 – Severing Connections It was time to prepare for the most delicate and dangerous part of the plan. Evelyn would pull her Subaru around to the back of the building, while Debra got the drugged up girl ready to go. Kim was nodding in and out of consciousness, and while this was fine for the time being, it would be much better if she could walk on her own. Debra reassured Kim that she was just having a reaction to the drug and everything would be fine – it was just a harmless and fairly common side effect to the drug, and that’s why they needed to do these tests. Evelyn and Debra were taking every precaution just in case the plan had to be abandoned and Kim somehow regained her memory (though that was an unlikely set of circumstances as Evelyn was quite methodical and had the proper dose calculated). Debra was certain this girl was completely straight. That fact would make this endeavor even more exciting. The poor girl had probably never thought of being with another woman. Kim would soon learn that men were something of the past. Debra had been with very few men and most had been early on in high school. She thoroughly despised them now, and her last encounter with a man was unquestionably the final one. He had raped her, but they parted on her terms… He had come in through the dining room window. Sometimes it paid to take your time and check every window around the house, since much of the time at least one was unlocked. It always pissed him off to have to break a window, and then, after entering the house, find that a window or door was already unlocked. He was more careful now, about everything. Prison wasn’t that bad, it was registering as a sex offender, taking those fucking classes, and then living in a goddamn sex offender house for an undetermined amount of time that sucked. Those fucking case workers, always wanting to know how you felt, what you were thinking…if they only knew! Assholes! The whole experience left him pissed, and he was ready to seek his revenge again. These bitches thought they were in control – that they ran things in this world, and it was his job to show them, one by one, that they weren’t. Fuck, they even had female prison guards…he couldn’t fucking believe it! Well, he would show at least one woman just who was in charge in a minute. He had been noticed this little firecracker while he was scoring some shit from the park. Her house was right across the street from where the deal was going down, and he had to keep an eye out for cops. He watched everyone suspiciously, he was very attentive. She drove up to her house, and quickly glanced over at him and his boys. Fucking prissy-assed white bitch thought she was better than him, he could tell. The wheels started turning almost immediately. The drugs were secondary now; there was another, more important addiction to feed. Now he was standing in her fancy dining room. He would have loved to just sit down and crank up the TV, and have the bitch come out and find him, but it would be even better to wake her up as he stood over her bed, watching the panic well up in her eyes as she realized what was going to happen. Really the only thing he had to watch for was a dog. He hated fucking dogs. That’s how he got caught the last time…he managed to kill the fucker, but she had already called the cops and he was hurt. He should have killed the bitch too. No, this cunt had no dog; he just walked up to her bed and watched. He was hard as a rock. Thanks to the Viagra he took, he no longer had the problem he used to while doing this. Wasn’t science fucking wonderful? No longer would he have to use other objects (although that was fun too), he could instead just keep fucking her in every way imaginable until HE was too sore to continue. He still couldn’t cum, but that could wait till later. She started stirring. It was weird; some of the bitches seemed to know something was wrong even when they were asleep. He kinda thought that was cool. They should do a study on that or something: he could be put in a room while some were asleep and rape the ones that awoke. Maybe they could pay him good money to help out with that research. Damn. He had great ideas sometimes. Going over his thoughts, he realized that the bitch was looking at him. She gasped a bit from the shock but quickly recovered…she wasn’t a screamer. She didn’t ask him what he was doing. That always pissed him off – dumb cunts, what the fuck did they think he was doing there? Admiring their beds? He ripped off her covers and held his knife out for her to see. She was dressed in a T-shirt and panties. Before he could tell her to strip, she began removing her panties. “Hello.” She said. Alarm bells started going off in his head. “Shut the fuck up!” He growled as he slapped her hard in the face. She was acting all wrong. The alarm bells had gone off several times before, the last time was in the house with the dog. He probably should get out now…but damn, she was fine. He had to hit that. Fuck the bells, they had been wrong before. They were ringing with his heartbeat; they pulsed in his brain… clang…clang… He grabbed her, putting his knife at her throat, and pulled down his pants. Her legs were… already spread?  What the fuck? Was this whore into this? It didn’t really matter, but she even seemed to help guide his cock in. She wasn’t wet, so he had to ram himself in…this hurt her, he could tell. It usually did, since he was well endowed, but this bitch’s cries were confusing. Were they cries of pain, or something else? He pounded harder, egged on by her noises. He was ripping her, yet she wasn’t resisting!  Fuck, she was even pulling him to her… Clang…Clang… Soon she was doing the work. She was in control. The crazy fucking bitch was helping him rape her, but with ice in her eyes…how fucking weird was this whore? Although he didn’t like the feeling of her being in control, he couldn’t help himself; she was really fucking him hard. He would have to come back for more of this pussy after tonight! This kept on going for a long time and he was starting to get tired, he wanted to lie down. She could sense this but she wasn’t done yet. She started to flip him over… CLANG!…CLANG!… She was on top of him screwing. The fucking bitch was the horniest he’d ever met. Where was his knife? Oh yeah, it was by his right hand. If he needed it he could always grab it. She seemed to be out of breath for the moment. Then she stopped. She was smiling at him. CLANG!!  CLANG!! The movement was so swift he almost didn’t see it. He thought he saw the shimmer of his knife fly by but he would never be certain. He tried to lift up his head to check, but the tendons had been severed along with his trachea and carotid arteries. Instead, his head bent back and opened up the wound mimicking an obscene second mouth, a bright-red laughing smile. In trying to raise his head, the severed tendons caused the lip of the wound to curl and the arteries pointed towards the ceiling. As he lay staring at the ceiling, he was amazed at how high the blood spurted up…it seemed to almost hit the ceiling at first, but now it was much, much less. At least that damn clanging stopped. He was annoyed at the blood pooling in his eyes from the red rain, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it…it didn’t matter that much anyways as it was getting dimmer… “I’m going to call the police and take a shower.” He heard the bitch say before the last bit of blood drained from his brain. “I hope it was worth it. It was for me.” The police found her cowering in the shower, crying hysterically. She had to at least keep up the appearance of someone devastated by the attack. This incident had literally severed any possibility of Debra ever being with a man again. The memory of it elicited different emotions at different times; sometimes she felt violated and sickened when she thought of that night, but at other times she felt that rush of power she had felt when she looked into his surprised eyes and watched as he finally understood…Debra took the control from him and almost sliced his head off with it. Ever since that event, it was her goal to forever remain in control of any situation.  What she did not fully realize was that, in this new obsession with control, she had become a predator herself – much more refined. but ultimately no less single minded.  She relished her ability now to assert dominance and control over unsuspecting victims…even if she had to share some of that with Evelyn. But it was as erotic to watch Evelyn play her “games” with the sorry girls as it was for Debra to play with them herself. That’s why their relationship worked…they fed off of each other. Debra stroked Kim’s hair as she waited for Evelyn’s call. It was hard to stop from taking the girl right here, but she had to wait. She continued to assure Kim everything was fine. Finally Evelyn called – she was waiting.  However, it was obvious that Kim wouldn’t make it on her own power. Plan B: Wheelchair. While this could attract more attention, it was now a necessity.  Debra Loaded Kim into the chair and locked the door.  It was Showtime. Debra’s heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in the elevator. Finally she made it all the way down to Evelyn’s car without spotting a single person. Evelyn was clearly disappointed when she saw the wheelchair, but sprung into action to help. Quickly Kim was ushered into the car and Evelyn pulled out. “How did it go?” asked Evelyn. “I think we have ourselves a subject.” Debra smiled back. “Are we really doing this?” She asked. It seemed like a wonderful dream. The anticipation reminded her of Christmas as a little girl. “How are you doing, Honey?” Evelyn asked, laughing as she looked at the semi-conscious form of Kim in her rear view mirror. The fun they could have while accomplishing some major research was a win/win situation, and if the research didn’t pan out, they would still have a slave to keep as their own. Kim was not some temporary sub who mistakenly thought she was willing to suffer under Debra and Evelyn, only to find out she got more than she bargained for. No, Kim was the real deal. No games…at least no games from Kim. As the car continued down the highway heading closer and closer to Kim’s final destination, the other two women were silent, lost in thought but occasionally glancing at each other with gleaming eyes. Neither woman could keep the smile off her face as each mulled over dreams and ideas that could finally be realized. Dark clouds rolled in from the west in a dramatic punctuation to the events that were occurring, as Evelyn’s Outback and its three occupants pulled into her massive estate. As the two women loaded Kim into the wheelchair a light rain began to fall. Kim was not fully aware of the rain hitting her cheeks, and she quietly slipped into unconsciousness. The raindrops ran down and fell off her face like artificial tears as Debra wheeled the newest occupant into Evelyn’s house of horrors.

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 3 – Strange New World Even with all the lights ablaze, the room remained dark, heavy, as if the room actually had weight. It seemed that even if one brought in a hundred lights, the darkness could still hide in the corners, biding its time. It was the room of a thousand future sorrows. Evelyn’s laboratory was a massive space that encompassed almost the whole basement of her mansion. The room was a dreamland for any scientist – it was filled with all the amenities a researcher could ask for. Evelyn was able to afford the latest and greatest of everything. Her newest acquisition, however, is what really made the room unique…Kim, naked and secured to an exam table with her legs strapped in gynecologist stirrups. She was slowly beginning to regain consciousness, but was still too out of it to realize the predicament she was in. Her soft moans had still not drawn the attention of Debra in the next room. The two rooms couldn’t have been more different. Barn-like doors separated Evelyn’s laboratory from her greenhouse, bright and teaming with dozens of plants for Evelyn’s research. Jimson Weed, Belladonna or Devil’s Cherry, Brugmansias, and hallucinogens and opiates such as Marijuana, Peyote, Poppies and Coca plants.  In short, any plant that had mind or nervous system affecting characteristics could be found here. The smells of the living plants from the greenhouse mingled with the medicine and chemical smells of the other room, creating a strange evil perfume that hung in the air. Debra was watering the plants by hand (for the watering system had burst the other day), pondering the details of this “experiment”. With Kim now down here they would be forced to repair the system themselves. It was, so far, the only downside to the abduction, which had gone better than they could have hoped. Debra couldn’t wait for Kim to awake.  It had been a while since they had brought a girl home, and she really had some pent-up energy. Just thinking of the fun they could have with her caused Debra to instinctively rub herself against the table. She wanted to finish watering quickly so she could go back to the laboratory and continue playing with the unconscious girl. Then she heard the moans. Kim was starting to become aware that something was seriously wrong, her hands were bound and her legs…were strapped into stirrups. She was naked and her pussy was sore, had she been raped? If she had, maybe it was better that she had been unconscious at the time, but by the looks of things, she was in for a longer ordeal. She tried desperately to recall any memory that could give a clue to how she ended up here, but she could only remember filling out applications…then getting a job. Her mind was so confused and foggy. A silhouette of a woman appeared in the bright doorway. Kim couldn’t make out whom was, but she started to recall her last memories before the blackout. Debra and Dr. Richards.  The woman walked closer. This was Debra, and she was smiling. “Good morning dear!” Debra crooned as she began to caress Kim’s forehead. “You’ve been asleep for a long time, and I could hardly wait for you to wake up…” Debra pinched Kim’s nipple hard and caused her to yelp in pain. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kim angrily spat. “You better let me go NOW!” Debra laughed and pinched harder, forcing another louder protest. “Let you go? I will do no such thing.” Debra’s hands moved softly away from the sensitive nipple and down the length of Kim’s bound form. Kim took in a sharp breath as if Debra’s hands were cold, which they weren’t…Kim was just panicked by the violation of this woman’s hands on her body. “Besides, Evelyn would be so mad if I let you go.” Debra’s hands slipped down to Kim’s forcibly exposed pussy, causing Kim to reflexively try to move away, but her bonds wouldn’t allow that dignity. “Evelyn has some real ground-breaking experiments planned and I think the least you could do is try to help out.  After all, you did sign up to be a test subject.” Debra’s probing fingers located Kim’s clitoris, and she played gently with it between her thumb and forefinger before giving it as hard a pinch as she did Kim’s nipple. Kim screamed in pain and bucked as Debra pinched harder. “Sensitive isn’t it? It’s amazing how much a simple pinch can hurt!” Debra continued to pinch, increasing the pressure until she was pinching Kim’s clit as hard as she could.  Kim’s protestations melted into one long scream, her eyes wide with astonishment, as Debra bent down and lowered her mouth to Kim’s breast, biting hard on her sore nipple to bring Kim to a crescendo of pain.  Kim’s scream raised to another level as she felt pain she had never imagined. “STOP! Please!” Kim finally managed, tears running down her cheeks, once she managed to catch her breath. Debra had squeezed all blood out of Kim’s clitoris, and had bitten into her nipple so hard she almost bit it off. Once she released Kim’s clitoris from her vice-like grip, the blood started to flow back in, causing a fresh new series of painful sensations. Raising her head up to see if her nipple was still there, Kim spotted a trickle of blood running down her breast. Like spectators at a racetrack, both women watched the tiny stream of blood as it ran into the valley between her breasts and diverted itself up in the direction of Kim’s neck.  Debra prevented the finish however, as she swooped down with her tongue and lapped up the drop, giggling. This woman was obviously getting a kick from her torments and Kim decided she better try reasoning with her. “Please, I swear I won’t tell anyone! I have no money…I’m really not worth anything to you.” “Not worth anything???” Debra laughed as she walked around and stood before Kim’s spread legs. She then reached over and grabbed a tube of KY jelly and squirted a large amount on her hand. “Don’t sell yourself short!  Why, you’re worth a lot to me, hon. I know Evelyn thinks you are more than valuable… she considers you precious!” Debra was now coating Kim’s vagina with a liberal amount of jelly. “Please Debra…” Kim’s pleading trailed off as Debra began to insert first two, then three, fingers into Kim, causing her to gasp loudly. “Have you ever been fisted Kim?” Debra asked as she forcibly stretched Kim wider and wider, adding the forth finger, then pushing hard with her hand causing a new wave of screams from Kim.  Kim, of course, had not been fisted, and had not even been overly sexually active, so this brutal intrusion by this sadistic bitch was another type of pain that Kim had never even thought to be ready for.  How much pain could a person cause? Debra’s other hand moved away from Kim’s pelvis and started touching Debra’s own wet pussy. She wouldn’t need any lubricant there, as Debra was providing so much juice that it began to run down her thigh. As Debra stretched Kim and pushed more of her hand in against the resistance, Kim started to descend into her pain, and her screams turned to moans of agony. “Oh my, you are a tight little girl!” Debra mocked as her finger played more gently with her own bud. Kim’s sobbing moans intensified and added to Debra’s intensity as she worked harder with both hands; gentle but rhythmically with one…firm and forceful with the other. As Debra worked herself into a furor someone entered the room startling both women. It was Evelyn. “Ah! Caught you with your hand in the cookie jar!” Evelyn sternly mocked. Debra laughed and began to resume her activities “Sorry Mommy!” If Kim was looking for any help from Evelyn, those hopes were dashed as Evelyn began to strip. “Please…” Kim softly pleaded as she looked at Evelyn for any kind of mercy. Evelyn very precisely folded her clothes when she undressed as they were very expensive; they were nothing to leave lying around on the floor of her lab. Evelyn’s body, while not as full as Kim or Debra’s, was nonetheless fantastic; thinner and more statuesque, it could easily be classified as the archetypical model’s shape. Small but pert breasts, and a full yet slim ass, moving down to very long legs, provided Evelyn a graceful dignity that only complimented her mind. She was a force to be reckoned with. Evelyn walked over and stood by Kim’s head. Kim turned away as Evelyn stood with her pussy right by her, the smell of Evelyn’s arousal unmistakable. “Hi Kim. Maybe it’s time you got to know me better.” Evelyn lowered the head of the exam table until she was able to comfortably straddle Kim’s face. Kim tried desperately to shake her head loose from Evelyn’s grip, but it was impossible. Her muffled cries disappeared deep into Evelyn’s pussy as Evelyn turned to Debra, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks!” The pain in Kim’s pussy was now accompanied by the humiliation of having Evelyn’s wet cunt smashed in her face, and Kim thought for a moment she might pass out as she fought to breathe. Debra’s sensations were heightened as she watched Evelyn’s ass as Evelyn ground her pelvis into the sobbing girl’s face. Evelyn turned her head around and smiled knowingly at Debra as the two women continued their assault, both working themselves into higher and higher states of arousal. Finally Debra reached the point where she could no longer hold off and pushed as hard as she could with her hand deep inside Kim. This caused frantic, muffled cries from beneath Evelyn’s pussy, and in turn caused Evelyn to bear down as hard as she could. Kim was on the verge of passing out from both pain and lack of oxygen, as she heard the moans of passion outside of her own cries of agony. The sick, twisted women began to cum at the same time as the darkness began to engulf Kim, but the orgasm mercifully caused Evelyn to involuntarily bob up and down on Kim’s face, allowing the needed air to rush back in to her burning lungs. Finally Kim was free of the double violation as Debra and Evelyn collapsed into each others arms in a passionate kiss. They weren’t done yet, but Kim’s role had been temporarily fulfilled, and she could only wait until the two were ready to do whatever they had planned next for her. The sounds of the sobs from Kim whipped the two women into a passionate frenzy, as they licked and sucked their way to several orgasms. Through her tears Kim took an ominous inventory of the items in the room…strange medical instruments, beakers filled with chemicals, whips and shackles. It was a bizarre mixture of a laboratory and a dungeon, and from the moans of passion coming from the floor next to her…it was a strange new world indeed.

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 4 – The Alice in Wonderland Effect

She cried softly to herself. Kim had been raped, but did it make it worse that she was raped by women? She didn’t know, other than that she was violated and in pain. She still had Evelyn’s wetness all over her face and could still smell her. Kim’s pussy was ripped and sore, perhaps this is what it felt like after having a baby? The two women had eventually taken their activities upstairs and left Kim to wallow in her thoughts.

She was mad at herself for getting into this predicament, but when Kim stepped though her “misdeeds”, she couldn’t pinpoint any glaring mistakes or her ignoring of flashing warning signs. She had simply done what had seemed logical and happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. However, this realization offered no real comfort. She still was bound to a table, raped, and by the sounds of it – in for some kind of experiment at the hands of some twisted lesbians.

The fear of what was to come was heavy. Kim was afraid of doctors, and she had apparently had good reason. She was at the mercy of a sadist, a guinea pig or lab rat to be used in an…

experiment.

The word itself was ominous. Unknown, unstable, untested…undead. Why did she come up with that? It was something she thought she heard Evelyn say while Kim’s head was pressed between Evelyn’s thighs …“my little zombie”. Why was that important? Her mind was racing, maybe she was just freaking out.

It was terrible to be bound, Kim discovered. Time crawled. Annoying itches popped up that couldn’t be scratched, pains that needed rubbing and most of all, wiping off Evelyn’s fucking cum from her face!  But all Kim could do was lay and wait, yelling obscenities that only succeeded in disturbing the otherwise silent walls.

The two women giggled as they listened to the variations of obscenities Kim came up with. The yelling was barely audible, however, as they were upstairs gathering video cameras and tripods to document the experiments. “Grab my digital camera Debra. I want to take some close up photos of the dilation of her pupils. We should also bring down the cattle prod just in case.”  Debra smiled, she had only used the prod once on a girl and delighted at the howls she received in response. But Evelyn had always insisted that it not be used on unwilling girls, but now the rules were a little different.

As the two women entered the lab, Kim’s angry yelling ceased and became quiet pleadings. “That’s better.” Debra said in response to the more gentle tones emanating from the girl. Yet the calmer pleadings were just as ignored as the previous yelling was. Debra began to set up tripods in various places around the room, as Evelyn busied herself at the medical table. Kim observed that Evelyn had a lab coat on, but flashes of the coat opening showed she was naked underneath. For some reason this was especially disturbing to Kim. Evelyn reached for a bottle of powder with a label marked “Hyoscine hydrobromide (Scopolamine)”.

Evelyn had become interested in the so-called zombie drugs after she had watched a silly movie as a teenager by Wes Craven titled “The Serpent and the Rainbow”. This film was loosely based on the book, a flawed study of the zombie rituals and medicines of Haiti, authored by Wade Davis. While much of the work was suspect, one primary truth that rose to the public consciousness was the effects of the drug Scopolamine.

The Mother of all Date Rape Drugs, Scopolamine was a fundamental part of the zombie legend. It rendered the victim absolutely receptive and vulnerable to complete control. From the instant the drug was given, anterograde amnesia occurred. Unlike other date rape drugs, the memories could not be retrieved, even under hypnosis.

A version of the drug called Burundanga was currently being used by criminals in Columbia, given to victims that are then instructed to do the bidding of the provider. One ingenious example was of three young Bogota women who smeared the drug on their breasts, and lured men to lick them. The women then held the men hostage for days as they drained their bank accounts.

Evelyn had studied Scopolamine, but wanted to find a longer lasting substitute as her tests with the drug showed that the effects only lasted twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Plus, the subjects she had experimented on were necessarily willing…she wanted to see the effects on someone who would never consent to her wishes. Several different variations would be tested on Kim, starting with a straight dose of seven milligrams of pure pharmaceutical Scopolamine.

The hallucinations that accompanied such a large dose of the drug also had the effect of making the victim believe whatever they were told. Unlike hallucinations on other drugs like LSD or pot, these visions are absolutely believable to the prey…the victim knows these visions are real. Debra and Kim had played a bit with this on some of the other subjects, but with Kim they were determined to push it as far as they could.

While Evelyn wouldn’t smear the drug on her breasts, a wickedly symbolic way of administering it had been agreed upon by her and Debra. Short of injection, dissolving the powder in liquid was the surest and fastest way of getting the body to absorb the complete dose. And, of course, being the sadists the two women were, no normally acceptable liquid would do.

The two women took turns squatting over a bucket and empting their bladders. While Kim couldn’t see what the women were up to, she could make out from the sounds that they were urinating. First Debra as Kim heard her say “I don’t have much, I just went.” A small but loud stream hit the inside of the bucket and was amplified by the empty metal shape. As Evelyn took her turn it sounded as if a water faucet had been turned on and would never quit. “That’s not fair!” Debra protested. “You have about five times more in there than I do!”

“You need to have more control.” Evelyn shot back. The urine mix was then poured into a glass where a cup full of the warm yellow liquid was measured out. “Don’t dump the rest out Evelyn” Debra spoke as she handed the bottle of powder to her companion. “Let’s make her drink it once she’s under. We’ll tell her it’s Champagne!”

Kim, feeling dread wash over her like a wave, was hoping against hope that she heard this wrong, but she knew in her heart she didn’t. The thought alone made her gag. What kind of nightmare was she in? Could this all be some sick joke? The pain in her pussy told her otherwise. What did Debra mean by “once she’s under”? Were they going to put her under to operate on her? While she desperately wanted the answers to these questions, Kim was afraid to ask. Maybe the ignorance, while not being bliss, was better than the knowledge.

Evelyn did not want Kim to hear a suggestion in any way as to what was going to happen. This could skew the results, and while making the victim believe they were going to become a zombie was part of the process in Haiti, Evelyn wanted the results of the pure drug with no pre-suggestion. She may have blurted something out while she was cumming on Kim’s face, but she was certain Kim couldn’t possibly know.

“I’m ready when you are Debra.” Evelyn spoke as she walked up to Kim stirring the terrible mixture. Debra soon joined her companion standing over Kim. She had a large funnel in her hand, and attempted to force it into Kim’s mouth… but Kim held her teeth clenched tightly shut. A simple hard pinch to Kim’s nose loosened her jaw and allowed Debra enough room to cram the funnel in. Duct tape was then wrapped around the funnel and Kim’s mouth ensuring a tight seal with nowhere for liquid to escape. Kim struggled strenuously, but to no avail. “Let’s record the time Debra.” Evelyn spoke as she steadied Kim’s shaking head. Debra quickly jotted down the time then resumed her tight grip on Kim.

Kim was screaming as much as she could through the funnel now, which ended up sounding comical to the two evil women. “Now Kim, you better settle down and get a grip. If you start choking or gagging you might end up clogging your airway. If you don’t drink this we’ll put something much worse in your mouth, it’s up to you.” Evelyn began to pour the drug laced piss into the funnel. “Down the hatch!” Debra giggled.

The pungent salty liquid began to fill in the back of Kim’s throat, and Debra pinched Kim’s nose so that the only way to breathe was to open her throat and let it down. Kim held off as long as she could but was finally betrayed by her aching lungs. With her nose pinched, Kim wasn’t really able to taste the urine as fully as she normally would, and she was fighting more with the concept than the reality of the taste. Evelyn kept pouring a steady stream of the liquid in until the glass was empty. She shook in the last drops more as a final insult than an effort to ensure that all was consumed. “There! That wasn’t so bad was it?” Evelyn said in a singsong voice as if she was talking to a child.

Kim’s coughs were so forceful that they almost blew the funnel and tape away from her mouth before Debra had a chance to remove them. “What did you give me?” Kim screamed at the women. “None of your business!” Debra shot back. “You signed up to be a test subject and we are testing on you! Besides, it would ruin all the fun!”

It was hard for Kim to keep from vomiting, but she thought things would be made worse if she did. The two women had temporarily moved away from her and were discussing something in hushed tones. After several minutes they returned and Debra jotted down some notes as Evelyn described some of her observations of Kim’s outward condition.

Unpleasant effects were now creeping up on Kim, and Evelyn was carefully observing the discomfort. “Blind as a bat, mad as a hatter, red as a beet, hot as a hare, dry as a bone, the bowel and bladder lose their tone, and the heart runs alone, right Alice?” Evelyn whispered into Kim’s ear and gave it a little lick. This was a mnemonic describing the effects of Scopolamine poisoning and even had a name: “The Alice in Wonderland effect”.

The two Cheshire Cats were smiling down at Kim/Alice, one now with a camera taking pictures of her dilated eyes. Tumbling down the dark rabbit hole, she fell and fell, the cats chasing after her while snapping pictures and laughing. It was hard to breathe; it seemed the air was thick and sticky, like trying to breathe in syrup. Was there any oxygen down here? Panic set in. She would do anything to get back up to the surface…anything.

First day back from end of year break the hero of our story, Principal Meyers, is already hard at work. The school soccer team had come back with the state championship and he has to reward them for their hard work and dedication, but how?

As he roamed the hallways, the excited squeals of the new junior girls echoed off the walls. A brand new gaggle of thirteen year old girls, excited about first day of their first year in ‘Big School’. Already making new friends, and realising they were going to be at school for another 6 years with old friends; chatting boastfully about seeing their favourite teen idols over the holidays. Our hero couldn’t help but gaze at their slender hips, the rake thin legs, and barely budding chests. He would wait patiently for their first PE class to get a good look. He always loved the daily prefect meetings behind the two-way glass of the girls change room, “what a blessed life” he thought. Just at that moment it all froze; as he turned the corner, he saw them. A couple of the finest preteen specimens he had ever seen; your youngest daughter Loli and her best friend Mae. Two distinctly different animals with one thing in common… they made his dick twitch like no others before them.

Loli is a 4 foot-4 inch strawberry blond. Her pigtails are pulled high up on the back of her head, with only a flick of a fringe falling out of place, interrupting her pure white face. Her emerald eyes gaze at him with a childlike innocence over her fading freckles, laid-sprinkled over downy, soft cheeks. A sweet little button nose, and small light rose lips frame a set of expensive quasi-invisible braces, beaming a smile light enough to soften even the hardest heart. Even her perfect little round ears attest to the arresting innocence of this little things face. As he looked down at her he gasped, she was tiny!! A size 4 dress would hang off her like a tent. He can’t help but trace her outline with his eyes. He can see her new buds lifting just the slightest shadow off her button up blouse. A waist you could wrap your hands around, and still have room to spare. He can make out her bony hips jutting out only an inch or two, but still enough to hold up her pleated skirt, and accentuate her childish shape.

Mae was a very different species. Being half Vietnamese, she is much taller than Loli, about 5-foot even. Her long immaculately straight jet-black hair, reaches to the small of her back. Her Anglo heritage shows through only slightly in her skin, it looks like slightly aged alabaster. Otherwise she was the classic Asian child; thin though slightly rounded features, with Dark sorrowful almond eyes that would make a Mongol warlord cry. No breasts to mention, and a body so straight you could calibrate a ruler with her, “A thirteen year old sex toy with the body of a ten year old boy, but that ass!” he thought to himself; a round bun of girl flesh wrapped in a tight pair of hipsters. He couldn’t wait to see it, especially after a hard run around the oval. He would have to make sure Mr Evans (their PE teacher) pays special attention to working these bodies hard before the Prefect meetings.

From the way they smiled and joked with each other; as though, the rest of the world did not exist, he could see they were best friends, and vowed to never separate them.

He slowly walks over to the girls offering a warm greeting and a request for them to visit him in his office at lunch (he would think of a reason once they get there).

Suddenly, he knew the answer to his problem.

Chapter 2: The Cheerleader

It was almost lunchtime, as he leans back on his rawhide recliner, Mr Meyer’s thoughts drifted back to the girls. With a smile creeping across his face, he silently plans tomorrow’s presentation. Cathy, the schools cheerleader captain, looks up, thinking the smile is for her and immediately receives a sharp slap across her temple. Her sky-blue eyes redden and swell.

“Did I tell you to look at me?!” he scowled down at her.

She clenched her hollow eyes, whimpered, and pushed her tired mouth down his shaft a little further. She really needs the B in English; so, when he suggested some work in her free period before lunch, she knew what to expect. They all did, of course, eventually. He reaches down, taking a fist of her peroxide blond hair and wrenches her head back, he looks straight into her eyes as they make a silent plea for mercy. With an evil smile, he spit all over her face. A lump of slime makes its way out of her eye socket, and traces its way across her cheek to her lips. As this did not make her smile, he slaps her across the eyes again.

“You sicken me did you know that? When I look at you my stomach rolls over itself. I think of all the whores; all of the destitute human waste that litters this world, and I wish that life on you. Now say thank you!!”

A tear rolls down her flushed cheek, as she opens her mouth to speak, but before she can utter a word he slams her face back into his lap. With a sickening gulp, it burrows deep into her throat. Her gag reflex fights the invasion, but only succeeds to milk his shaft as her body fights for air. She starts bucking, and her legs begin kicking out. He wraps his free hand around her throat and jerks off though her neck. Her face is turning blue she begins heaving, so he pops his cock out for a second, long enough for her to suck in half a breath as her stomach acid rushes up; burning her windpipe, it floods her throat. But just before she vomits, he drills back into her face and the thick slime jets out of her nose and pulses from the corners of her mouth.

He’s happily slapping her face into his wet lap, when her body gives up the fight and falls limp at his feet. So he intensifies the barrage of abuse on what used to be the prettiest face in school, but now nothing more that a receptacle for any fluids that a man might be urged to force in there. Like some kind of mutant amphibian, her slime covered face gurgles and chokes on its own produce; he just laughs, thinks twice and stops.

“Oh my god, what did I just do to you??!! I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me… here let me help you up” he coos.

He leans over her, tenderly stroking her worn and sticky face. In her delusion, she looks up imploringly; he laughs again, and kicks a steel cap boot at her womb. She buckles in terrified pain, automatically doubling over into the foetal position; she tries to straighten her twisted body, to gasp for air. He simply lifts her by her throat back up to his lap. While holding her forehead; his fingers squeezing her by her temples, he forces her jaw wide open with his other hand. With no more that a grimace; he grinds her open maw back onto his cock. Her tongue hangs lifeless out over her lips, so with each pump she involuntarily licks his balls.

He is bored now. With a final burst of sadistic energy, he tears into her throat; bashing his cockhead through her tonsils, bruising her larynx and tearing her hair as he grips her. He pounds her face into his lap like the lifeless rag doll she has become, nothing left of her except the sound of her face and throat. With each guttural slurp-gasp-slap he feels his balls clench a little tighter, each time he hates her a little more and punishes her accordingly. She wakes out of her trance, just in time for her tongue to sense the surge, only moments before he kicks her worn pussy and fucks her face like a rabid dog. Slamming his cock deeper, bruising her face with his hips as he bashes her skull on his thick bones, he can feel the rings in her trachea massaging his cock head; milking his manhood inside her neck, until he cannot hold off any longer.

He glares down at her blue face, then spits in her bulging red-eyes, and releases the first surge of his bitter cum into her skull. Flow after flow shoots its way into her throat. Each time he thrusts his cock down her neck it flushes the goo into her broken soul. that she is, she can do nothing about it, except stay still and hope he has had enough of her for now. With a shudder; he pulls out, wipes the last droplets into her eyes, and lets her fall to the floor. She squeals as the vile cum and stomach acid scorches her eye sockets, she is frantically blinking and rubbing to get rid of it. She gasps as her body remembers it can breathe again, but as soon as she has opened her throat to the cool air, it is full again; although, it takes her a moment to figure out what’s happening.

“No time to clean yourself, cheer practice is in 5 minutes. I guess I’ll have to do it for you” he suggests. “He is pissing in my throat!!!!” her mind screams.

The acrid, yellow urine burns like acid, as it sears in the tears in the back of her mouth. The hollow sound of the babbling stream in her mouth reverberates though her skull, but she knows him too well to consider closing her mouth. She just gulps as quickly as she can before the rush of hot piss foams over her lips and onto her uniform.

“Say thankyou you dumb whore”, he growls, and kicks at her womb again.

She coughs the filth all over herself, but immediately opens up again and looks up at him. “Thank you sir, I love the taste of your piss in my throat. It reminds me, when I have forgotten, that I am nothing but a piss trough for anything with a penis.”

With that, he moves his aim to her eyes. The rush of yellow liquid pushes her eyelids open to watch the blurred, and yellow tinted vision of her high school principal pissing on her brain. But mercifully; eventually… it slows to a stop. She winces, as he shakes the last drops onto her cheek.

“What are you still doing here?!!” he yells at her. “Get out before I change your C to a D”.

With a sudden burst of energy she squeals, “But you said I’d get a B”!!

“Actually, You’re not finished yet” he says grinning.

He points at the puddle of slime on the floor. So; like a well trained puppy, she rolls over onto her hands and knees and begins lapping up her own thick bile; making sure to suck up every chunk of breakfast and every coagulated lump of regurgitated semen. As her tears drop into the pool beneath her, she laps them up too. As soon as she is finished, she looks up at him with tired and hollow smile; looking more like a raped clown at a funeral, than a high-school cheerleader.

The lunch bell rings loud and clear. He tells her she has 5 seconds to get out, and she will get a C+. She scrambles to her feet, nearly slipping over the wet patch that is the remains of her early lunch, and runs out the door.

Sitting at his desk Mr Meyers opens his grade book, and writes a red D next to Cathy’s name.

A knock on the door. He smiles, right on time.

Chapter 3: Lunch with Loli and Mae

“Umm hello? Mr Myers?”
They giggle.
“Shhhhh”
“I don’t think he’s here”

Mr Meyers has snuck up behind the door, as it creaked open. They poke their delicate little necks through, and stare into the demurely lit study. Mr Meyers smiles, reaches out to them from behind the door, and grabs their shoulders in his powerful hands.

The two girls squeal in terror as they spin around on their heels, with their eyes bulging out in panic. They look like frightened lambs caught in the headlight of an oncoming semi, when he grins demonically at them. He reaches his hands behind himself, while they stare at him stunned and confused. Loli’s face is even whiter than before, while Mae is not much darker. Never breaking his gaze into Loli’s glowing green eyes, his hands reach out from behind his back. Suddenly, he thrusts his hand out at them, holding two icy-poles. Their faces quickly soften into delight, as they realise the principle has played a very funny joke on them.

“What a silly man” they both think, “with such a great guy leading the school, what could possibly go wrong?”

They look at each other catching their breath and laugh. Their squeals and giggles ring around the stuffy old room; bringing it to a sudden, and youthful life. He ushers them in, offering the big leather seats in front of his desk. They sit on the unusually high chesterfields, gliding their soft pink lips up and down the icy treats, only stopping to lick the gooey dribbles off their fingers. Mr Meyers wonders what they make of the taste of his frozen semen.

“Gee sir! These are funny tasting icy-poles!” Loli Exclaims. “Yeh, I know!!! It’s like… I can’t figure it out but it has such an odd taste to it. It’s like… I don’t know if I actually like it or not. But it’s so unusual. I’ve never tasted anything like it”, chimes Mae.

The girls nod to each other as they suck hungrily, saving the treats from a molten doom. A moment passes, as the slurping and licking sounds continue. Mr Meyers leans back to watching his computer screen out of the corner of his eye. He thanks himself again, for installing the hi-definition ’security’ cameras under his desk. With these, he can see in full colour, right up Loli’s skirt. He can even see the little pink love hearts on her cottons. Deciding the girls are happily distracted enough sucking their icy-poles, he turns to his computer and zooms in. He can see the faint outline of her cleft, the smooth folds have outlined only the barest crease, but enough that he knows how deep her perfection goes. His technological outlay did not end there and he quickly switches to night mode; which, coupled with the special lens he picked up from Ebay, erase the panties altogether. With a violent twitch, that he only just managed to ignore, his dick nearly jumps into his hand. She was as pure as the driven snow, one of those snatches pedophiles only dream about. Like silken-dunes of pre-teen flesh, diving neatly inside her, drawing nothing but a thin line from her mons all the way under to her anus. He tears himself away, playing it safe. He can see much more later on, best not to take risks.

“So. Girls I trust you are enjoying yourself?” he begins. The girls affirm they are, with garbled words, and slurping grins of satisfaction. “Good.”
“Now, if you can tear yourselves away from my… err, your frozen juice for a moment. I’d like to know a bit about you. After all, I can’t very well have two girls that I don’t know presenting the trophy to our champion soccer team, can I?”

As if scripted; both girls choke on their icy-poles, and look up at him in shock.

“HUH? Us??” they say in unison
“But, we only just started today.” Loli takes over. “Exactly” he says cryptically, “our two first-year class representatives, ‘presented’ err I mean, ‘presenting’ to our highest achievers. It’s perfect.” Mr Meyers offers as explanation.

Again he gets nothing but shocked looks from the girls.

“It’s the first day sir, how have we been voted in as class reps already? Its not that we, or I anyway don’t appreciate the chance.” “ME TOO”!!! Mae jumps in.
“Hee hee” Loli continues, “yes well I wouldn’t do it without Mae anyway.”

She leans over and tickles her friend. Mr Meyers glances at the screen and sees her lips glide against each other, showing only the most teasingly small sliver of her glistening insides.

“But I’m… We’re just a bit confused that’s all.” Loli says, before she licks at her icy pole, which has started to dribble on her hand again. “Never mind that girls, I am the principle and as such I choose the class reps. I have chosen you two. Do you accept?” They look at each other smiling; a moment of silence passes, as though they have some kind of telekinetic link, then they nod at each other, “Of course! Silly, we would love to!!!” they say in perfect sync, and then they fall over each other, laughing.

Mr Meyers smiles warmly, glancing slightly to the image of Loli’s lips rubbing against themselves, while she wrestles with Mae.

“Wonderful” Mr Meyers exclaims.
“So Mr M, May we call you that?”
“Of course”
“So… what do we need to do? Do we have a speech? Or practice runs? Anything fun like that?” Mr M can’t help but grin at the idea. “No need to worry about all that stuff girls, all I ask is that you look your best for our boys.”

They barely register this, as they have already shot off into an unintelligible, 100MPH, girl-babble; comprised, it seems, entirely out of squeaks and giggles. But he can figure that they are already discussing what they are going to wear, which make-up colours will go best with which shirts and skirts; shoes and socks, and though he can’t be sure, he suspects that they even decide to wear their best underwear. He nods with quiet pride, damm he is good at this. He thinks he can even see Loli’s lips pulsing on the monitor; it is her heart beat rushing blood, at full-tilt, through her excited little body.

“Whoa there slow down girls. There’s plenty of time for this later, we still haven’t formally met, and I know next to nothing about you”, he says. “Other than the colour of your panties”, he muses.

They gently come back down to earth; flustered and red cheeked. The babble slows down to a more human pace, and finally they stop to look at him.

“Well Mr M, what would you like to know?” Loli asks, clearly the spokesperson for this little duet. “Hmmmm, that’s a good question. Now that I have brought it up, I don’t know what to ask first, just… tell me a bit about you. I’ve been looking at your records here, and you are both model students it seems.”

He does in-fact bring up their records on his screen, but also switches the cameras to the one facing Mae, then turns back to face the girls.

Loli is the first to open up, blushing a bit at the compliment.

“Well sir, we have always been neighbours, and our mothers actually went to Lamaze classes together, so whenever either of our parents was out it was a play date for us. It was always understood that we would go to the same school; it kinda makes it easy having her next to me all the time, so I never feel alone. She is my sister, regardless of the fact that we have different parents.” Loli looks at Mae smiling.

Mr M is nodding, listening to the story; glancing back to the screen confirming details, but in reality he is zooming up Mae’s long slender legs. She sat on the oversized armchair cross-legged, very unlike her ’sister’ who has obviously been brought up to be much less common. Mae, like Loli has a perfect little slit; a paper cut from her clit to her ass. By sitting in this arrangement she has unwittingly opened herself up for him to inspect her on a gynaecological level. He winces at what he sees next, and has to feign computer trouble to cover it up. Zooming right up Mae’s girl-hood he sees something he had not bargained for, the telltale cotton string. Not that it is a real obstruction to his plans, but it is something he will need to remember for future. Otherwise, her flower is blossoming beautifully, with each tender pink fold subtly fusing into the next in smaller and smaller concentric layers leading in as far as the light can penetrate. Her hole is tighter than a whistle; he instinctively knows nothing has ever passed as far as the UV-light is into her now. As though further proof were needed that she is blooming a little faster than Loli, there is just the daintiest little tuft of hair sprouting from her pubis. He sighs, wishing they would both be perfectly silken. But as he often says, “You take what you can get”, and in this case he has gotten much more than he could have wished for, so a little hair is nothing to gripe about.

“I see, and it says here you have requested to be in the same classes, correct?” Mr M asks. “Yes sir.” Mae chips in.
“That is, if it’s not too much trouble, I mean.” Mae adds sheepishly. “Of course, that’s fine. I’ll make the arrangements now for you.”

He types away, actually doing what he said he would, making sure they both have P.E right after lunch. “There, I’ve had to arrange a few things around. I hope you both brought your sports gear today?” “Yes sir.” They chirp. “Good, well I’d better let you go. Lunch is almost finished and you need to get changed. I unfortunately have to go to work again. I hope we can continue these little meetings, shall we say same time every week?” “It’s a date.” Loli says, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. “Err I mean” “Haa haa, Never mind Loli, I know what you mean”, he actually blushes. “Now off you go, and I’ll see you again tomorrow; at assembly. Remember… Look your best.”

“Yes Sir!”

They throw a mock salute as they jump off the chairs, and skip out of his office. Loli’s skirt falls just short of flashing her panties as it bounces.

Mr M is immediately in the intercom.

“Miss Flyte?”
“Yessir” is the reply.
“Can you call Mr Evans; tell him I need to discuss two of his new pupils.”

Chapter 4: P.E physical examination

Mr Evans walks into the prefect meeting red-faced, and wheezing. Mr M and the new school prefects all turn to look at him. They are both annoyed at being distracted from watching the change rooms, and amused that he has had to actually break a sweat today.

“Those girls you sent Me.” he Pants, “are an energetic couple of cunts.” more panting, “Too much energy for their own good.” He slumps on his chair exhausted. “So what you’re saying” Mr M looks at him, “is that you worked them hard like I asked?” “Yes. Those bitches wouldn’t stop talking and laughing, like they don’t have a care in the world. No matter how many God-Damm times I ran them around the field. I made them sprint 30 times from goal to goal. Even had them do two hundred sits-ups as fast as they could. They just kept coming back for more, even laughing! Like it was some stupid game, don’t get me wrong it’s not like I ran with them, but I can only yell at them to run faster so much before it starts to hurt. I had to walk up and down the field, so I didn’t have to yell so much.” “But did you break them in?” Mr M doesn’t turn away from the two-way mirror, he is wondering where his star pupils are. “They are sprinting fifteen more laps around the oval, they were looking pretty haggard by the time I left to join you. One thing is for sure: after today, their endurance must have increased ten-fold. I didn’t become a champion soccer coach without knowing how to make a body work beyond its limits.”

On cue, the change room door creaks open, as two very sorry looking waifs tumble in. They are holding each other up for balance, but Mr M is happy to see that despite having been pushed to their limits; the spark is still in their eyes. He leans back, and lights a Cuban, he watches the scene unfold on the other side of the glass.

The girls slump on the benches wheezing, and gasping for breath to fill their tiny lungs. Having to look at each other’s pain just hurts more.

Loli breaks the silence:
“Why did he do that? What did we do wrong? My whole body hurts, it’s so unfair.”

They look at all the other girls, who are happily showering after the classes round robin tennis match. The girls look back with curiosity. Some are even jealous of the extra attention! Mae and Loli look at each other in disbelief.

“Well at least Mr M is nice.”

They both nod, and untie each other’s laces.

The prefects sit back, smiles curling across their faces, as they look now at the latecomers. The girls roll their sweaty socks off, and stand up shakily; they are still exhausted. As they peel off their T-shirts the audience can almost hear the sticky sounds, as the sweat grasps onto them. Each moment is an agonizing struggle against the girls aching muscles; until, they expose their tightened tummies, their abs are almost rippling now. Mr M looks at Mr Evans and nods approvingly. Soon enough; the Shirts are off over the girls tiny bodies, Mr M and the boys finally get to see the girls’ chests unobstructed. Loli’s skin is whiter than her face, and so fine that one would mistake her for an albino. She is a powdered shade of pink in the soft, fluorescent light. Her nipples are the size of berries, sitting atop breasts that would not fill a baby’s mouth. She shivers as the cold air hit’s her overheated skin, and hurriedly unties her shorts, dropping them to the floor. As she bends down, she aims her arse directly at Mr M, who sits forward; not missing a beat of the show in front of him, admiring her assets. A pucker little bum-hole, it matches the colour of her slightly opened pussy, joining to form the focus of the sweetest little peach this side of heaven. He rubs his cock slowly, hungry for a bight. But no sooner has she folded her cottons, she has run to the showers and turned on the hot, the steam rises and shrouds her in mist. As soon as she has gone, Mae limps to the toilet. She returns after no time at all. Seeing this, Mr M comes to understand that she hasn’t told Loli about her new development, interesting. With that done, she just quickly drops her shorts all the way down her long legs, and bends over to guide her panties over her feet; another pucker little asshole just like the last, but this one is a touch darker. She yells out to Loli to save some hot water, and joins her sister in the mist.

Mr M starts the meeting during this interlude, they discus all the boring crap that prefects and principles have to discuss. He explains the trophy presentation tomorrow; after which, they all look satisfied with the plan, indeed they seem very excited.

Loud giggling and squealing interrupts the meeting, the girls are at it again under cover of mist. The boys can only imagine what’s going on, but Mr M knows these girls too well by now. He knows there is nothing but innocent fun there. Mr Evans Scowls, He has never met such unbridled youthfulness; such innocent playfulness. The energy they have would put Tinkerbelle-on-meth to shame. He vows to break them by the end of the year. He looks at Mr M who nods in that telekinetic way some people do, and he immediately knows he will get his chance sooner rather than later. Just as the taps squeak shut and the water slows to a trickle; the nubiles step out drenched and clean. The bodies glowing again; as though, all his work was in vain, but there is no mistaking the extra definition on these two. He smiles.

They actually dry each other off, which surprises Mr M. Until he realises just how un-erotic, indeed natural, this is to them, as the tickle and poke each other’s sides, giggling and squealing. They braid each other’s hair, and get dressed. After primping and final checking each other, they skip out of the locker room, with tomorrow’s assembly on their minds.

Mr M, Mr E. and the boys follow suit, also with tomorrow’s assembly on their minds.

Chapter 5: The presentation

Loli’s alarm rings early today.

She throws her blanket off with a flourish, and runs to the shower. Grinning from ear to ear, she washes every subtle curve and crevice of her pink body, while humming the care bears theme. She is using her special strawberry and vanilla scented soap today; this makes her smell like a strawberry milkshake, she wants to not only to look her best, but to smell her best for Mr M. She pulls her strawberry-blond hair back tight and braids her pigtails high up on the back of her head, they jut a few inches into the air, before curving down to swing playfully at the back of her skull. After patting herself dry, she dusts herself with a fine layer of talc, loving that it makes her feel like silk; like a princess. She follows this with a little pink foundation to lighten-up her freckles, adds some white eye shadow, mascara and hot-pink sparkling-lipstick. This final touch is a little excessive, but she is too excited, and doesn’t notice.

The little spunk muffin, always cries at the sight of her metal grin when she brushes her teeth. But today she thinks of Mr M, if he sees something good in her, then she must not be as grotesque as she thinks. Only the second day at her new school, and he has already given her an important task “He’s such a sweetie” she ponders, promising herself to not let him down. A dab of “Jean-Paul-Gaultier: Classique” on her neck before she struts out of the bathroom, feeling and looking like a child goddess. Her naked body glows, pink and radiant.

After dancing over to her chest of draws, she picks her very expensive white cotton/silk blend hipster panties; the ones with pink lace edging, and a cute little silk bowtie at the front of the waistband. These are paired with a matching bra. A little pirouette for herself in the mirror, and she gives herself a wink. There is no need to go to the wardrobe, in her excitement she tried on everything she owns last night. Her clothes lays strewn about her bedroom, but the final choice hangs over the back of her computer chair. She slips on her pleated schoolgirl skirt, and the soft white blouse. She ties the pink silk ties the blouse has in place of buttons, even at the cuffs of its short sleeves. She pulls up the knee-high white socks with even more pink bows at the cuffs. She buckles on her patent-leather baby-doll shoes and trots downstairs for breakfast.

You do a double take when you see your little girl glide into the kitchen. You almost feel ashamed to have only prepared a banana smoothie and eggs Benedict for such a vision, but she yelps in glee; it’s her favourite, she says wrapping her arms around you, innocently pressing her body against your groin. You eat in silence as she muses over her food, giggling and smiling to herself. You feel such pride in having raised such an angel. If only her mother were alive to see her now.

Mae crawls out of bed, exhausted after having stayed up till 2AM fussing over her clothes. Once she had finally decided, she simply fell on her bed without even stripping the covers. Now, only after a barrage of internal dialogue and pep talking, can she drag her little carcass into the shower, she twists on the cold tap. The cold water jolts her to attention, even her nipples jump (they would have saluted if they could). She quickly twists the hot on, and basks under the warming water. The warmth spreads over her body as she tilts her head back under the shower, as it crawls down her hair, and sends shivers down her spine. She lets out a small groan and reaches for the body wash. After she has lathered herself from top to bottom, she spirals herself and watches the white foam cascade off her shoulders, down her flat chest, over her tight tummy and funnels down between her legs. After allowing a little more pampering under the hot water, she forces herself to turn it off and face the cold morning air. After the long task of combing her hair; which, she leaves untied, so that it hangs straight down her back. Mae quickly throws on her clothes, adds the same sparkling lip-gloss as Loli, and a little rouge for colour; a tight crop top to show off her abs and a long black dress to keep it formal.

“Mae!”
“Yes, Mum?”
“Breakfast is waiting, hurry up.”
“Sorry, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Nearly twisting her ankle on the way down, she immediately regrets wearing the knee-high pumps, but it is too late; no time to change now, and barely enough time to catch the bus.

They meet at the bus stop outside Loli’s house, quickly performing the obligatory once-over; they nod at each other and hug. Two seconds later they are off again, babbling in their patented 100MPH squeaks and giggles.

The bus is quieter today that yesterday; the senior boys are all grinning and whispering to the new boys, no doubt telling dirty jokes. The senior girls are all dead silent. The ones that look over at our girls seem almost sad. Mae and Loli assume that’s because they wanted to present the trophy; its not often a girl gets to meet the whole soccer team in front of the assembly. They just keep talking happily to each other and looking forward; away from the depressing glances. Some of their classmates hang over the seats; they are all trying to make friends with the new popular girls. Loli, ever the socialite, tells them all about Mr M and the lunchtime meeting. The little girls laugh all the way to school.

The day flies by for the girls. They don’t hear a word any teacher has said. Finally the bell rings, it’s lunchtime, Assembly time, Loli’s tummy begins to flutter, like she has a bucket of butterflies down there.

They walk to the great hall and sit in the front middle seats where Mr M told them to be. The whole school shuffles in and the lights dim. Mr M walks onto the dais, coughs, and begins the proceedings.

“Good afternoon and thankyou for attending this first school assembly for the year two thousand and five. We have a whole new year ahead of us, and a whole new class to share it with. I trust the seniors will teach the new recruits ‘all’ the ropes, and make for our most pleasurable year yet. It is with this in mind that we begin with an announcement, to those who do not already know, our senior boys’ soccer team has returned to us with the state championship.”

A round of applause greets his announcement.

“Haa haa, yes, it is very exciting. Mr Evans and the boys have worked tirelessly all season to bring this home to us, so I want them to know how much we as a school appreciate their efforts. Please come up here and join me on stage.”

The eleven-team members and one reserve, along with Mr Evans march onto stage under a hail of applause.

“Well done boys, and to show you how much we appreciate your tireless efforts we have a presentation for you. Loli, Mae will you please join us on stage.”

At the mention of her name Loli almost loses her breakfast, she is so nervous. Mae stands bolt upright and takes Loli by the hand. They pause for a moment to grasp some level of composure, and finally they skip, with grins from ear to ear, hand in hand up the stairs and stand next to Mr M, who looks down at them with a greeting smile. They return the smile in spades, beaming their happiness over the sea of darkened faces.

“I have asked these two new girls, who are by the way the class reps for the new first year students, to make a special presentation to our boys. Girls, I see you have prepared as I ask, so now, I’d like you to meet our championship soccer team.”

He smiles disarmingly again and ushers them over to the team captain, Al. They look at the ground, embarrassed to be standing so close to a school celebrity. He touches Loli’s chin, and lifts her gaze up to his face. She looks into his crystal blue eyes, as he leans forward. Unsure what to do next, Loli closes her eyes. Then his lips press against hers, she flickers her eyes open to confirm what he is doing. Just as quickly he has slid his tongue out, and is pushing it between her lips. She tries to step back, but his previously gentle hand has slid to the back of her neck and now firmly holds her still. He is forcing her face to press against him, as his tongue continues to probe inside her mouth. She can feel it licking her braces, and snaking its way all around inside her mouth, even into her cheeks. In her shock, she clenches her jaw shut tight.

Not a thought is going through her mind right now; she remains immobilised by fear and confusion, catatonic. Al continues, his other hand has reached to her face and squeezes her jaw tight, digging her braces into the soft skin inside her mouth. She makes ready to scream, not realising her mistake, and in a flash his tongue has darted deep into her sweet little mouth. He is feverishly licks her tongue, spiralling over and around her teeth. Squeezing her jaw tighter he pushes the cheeks flesh between her back teeth, so she can no longer shut her mouth, unless; of course, she doesn’t mind bighting a hole in her mouth. He is forcing her in closer to him, tighter against his mouth. He gapes his maw wide, as if trying to swallow her head; he drilled his tongue so deep that he is almost licking in her throat. Loli comes back to her senses, and she knows something is very, very wrong with this picture.

The first tear rolls out of her right eye, staining a wet streak down her silken face. This salty droplet is quickly followed by more, when the child spins her glazed eyes around, to see the team watching her with eagre grins, they watch their captain devour Loli’s face. But where is Mae, Why hasn’t she tried to help, She still can’t find her sister, when she feels a set of hands touch her thighs.

Mae’s jaw dropped when she saw Al lean in, and her thoughts race…

“What is this?
“Who is he?
“This can be right!!!!
“She doesn’t like it!!!
“STOP IT!!!!
“No please, you can’t? You’re hurting her!!!”

These thoughts and more scream through her mind, but there was nothing she could do to help, as Mr M and Mr E. wrench her off her feet, and jam the speech notes into her mouth. With a few laps of masking tape around her head she was gagged tight. They force her onto her knees, and she can do nothing but watch in terror as the team captain molests Loli’s face. Mr E. leans over her, he stares into her frightened, almond eyes.

With his stinking breath on her cheek, he whispers to her, “You might as well fight, cos we don’t reward little girls for good behaviour.”

She tears her eyes away from her best friend, and stares back at Mr E; her tears are staining the tape already.

He smirks as her eyes redden.

“Yes that’s right, cry little baby, cry for mummy, but she wont save you.”

With a burst of fear-fuelled energy she kicks out of his grip. But after three steps towards freedom, her hair betrays her; he has taken a hold of it. With a powerful tug, he rips her backwards, and her feet actually leave the ground, while her back and head slam onto the hardwood timbers. Frightened gasps hiss out from the girls in the audience; a low murmur of agreement rolls out from the boys, followed by a shifting of seats.

In the next instant the fat PE teacher is slobbering all over Mae. He is beckoning for three of the team members. She wants to scream through the gag but manages only moans and muffled cries. His chubby hands grope over her lithe body. He roughly caress’s her bony frame, lifting her shirt as he grabs onto her flat breast skin and twists it off her ribs, watching her squirm. Two of the boys each take a leg, while the other binds her wrists with more tape, and sits next to her, touching her face, rubbing his fingers across her lips and squeezes them inside her mouth. Mr E. continues squeezing her, and bruising her chest. She is delicious and warm, so he leaves his hand there for a moment; savouring the feeling of a little thirteen-year old girl under his total control. Slowly he moves his hands over her; his fingers are rising and falling with each contour of her skeleton. Again, he finds her pointy nipples and squeezes harder than before, nearly ripping them off. Mae’s eyes shoot open, as a scream rips through her head; though, she cannot make a sound.

He looks at her with passive, though ferocious eyes, grimaces, and rips the crop-top from her body to expose her bare flat-chest to the whole school, then he reaches down to get a hold of her long dress and rides it up to her thighs so the boys holding her legs can see her panties. They race to be the first to touch her, pushing the legs wide in the struggle, reaching her crotch at the same time. Ripping at her panties, they pull it upwards, cutting into her snatch before it breaks on her clit, tearing on her bud. Bucking and fighting to stop them, she kicks her legs out in every direction. The little body bucks and heaves in every direction, she aches her back and slams her own body against the floor; as though, it would actually help her situation. She tries till it nearly breaks her, but the boys are already between her legs; they need only to hold her open and she cannot hurt them. They poke at her twitching cunt, and laugh when they see the string.

“Hey Mr E!” one of the boys says.
“What?” Mr Evans replies gruffly.
“This whore is on the rag!”
“No shit?” he looks at Mr M, Who just shrugs with a smile. “Looks like this one ain’t for eating, sorry boys. I know I promised her snatch to your tastes, but I’ll tell you what; you can take her cherry. I was hoping to keep it for myself. But I did make a promise; I hope you don’t mind the alternative.”

He nods at the boys, and they fight for the right. Of the two, Mike is easily the biggest, and he wins the struggle. Tony, the star striker, concedes, but says that he wants her ass cherry. Mr Evans agrees, and resigns himself to fucking her face first, “No small honour” he thinks to himself. Mae can only look on in terror, and she tries desperately to kick out; her little body is just no contest against the fat P.E teacher and three senior boys, who quickly pull-off her dress and panties; flinging them into the crowd, to leave Mae as naked as the day she was born.

Mike runs his hand up and down her thigh; slowly, enjoying the tension, even Mae has stopped thrashing not knowing what to expect. This is his cue; not caring much for her condition, he gathers the fingers on his right hand into a point and punches between her legs, driving 3 fingers right up inside the squealing-fuck toys’ belly. He pumps his fingers in her, watching the blood gather and lubricate his hand. He can feel the folds; the meat inside, swelling from the abuse; her cunt hole spasms, trying to force him out; making him plunge his fingers deeper. Wedging his shoulders between her thighs, he forces them wider; so that he opens her pussy even more, and buries his fist inside her accommodate it.

Mike still has to fight against Mae’s survival instincts, but not so much now, as she is wearing out. He lifts her knees to her little chest, and pushes them sideways, as wide as her tendons will allow. Admiring her spread snatch, seeing its tight lips parted like this makes him shudder with excitement, especially the thought of deflowering such a cute little thirteen-year old. He drops his pants, and his cock drops out like a lump of steak hanging from his torso. All the boys knew his was the biggest, as they always shower as a team. Though, they had never seen it erect. Even they couldn’t help wincing at the though of Mae’s oncoming pain. This was no high school boy’s cock; it was a freak, 10 inches if not, 12, and at least 4 inches around. Mr Evans rips the gaffer tape from the childs mouth, which actully takes some skin with it, then turns Mae’s head to look at Mike crouched over her; swinging his member like a star batter ready to win the game. She screams; loud and long, shrieking and kicking, tears are thrown from her face all over the floor.

She looks up at him murmuring, “Please don’t, I’m only a little girl, I can’t do this. I’m begging you!”

Her voice is getting louder, “I’m begging… Please stop this. I’m scared… I want to go home.”

More tears, as her bottom lip quivers uncontrollably.

Mike leans down and strokes her sullen face, once so bright and cheerful; it is screwed up and red, swollen in fear and disgust. Mike kisses her, and runs his fingers through her hair. Softly tracing his tongue over her lips, keeping eye contact with her tear stained sockets the whole time; meanwhile, he forces his tongue between her lips to invade her mouth. She is so scared that she doesn’t notice he has raised his hips and started rubbing his cock all over her wet girl-hole. She has almost calmed down; his kissing is the nicest thing that has happened to her in what seems like forever now. He begins to nibble her quivering lip, sucking on it tenderly. She is relaxed enough now, he thinks. He bites her bottom lip hard, wraps his arm behind her neck and over her shoulders; thus, holding her still, he drops his body onto hers. Aiming his rock solid cock at her swollen pink bits, he focuses all his weight behind his knob end and rapes into her; shredding her hymen with a soul shattering snap that echoes up her spine and ricochets inside her head. He impales her with such speed and ferocity that no sooner has she registered the pain of her cunt breaking; there is a dull thump under her belly button and a searing pain jolting across her loins like sheet lightening. The thumping hits her cervix over and over, as he picks up his pace, sawing into her soft girl-hood.

The shock breaks as her body learns a new pain threshold, and she renews her hopeless fight. This time the boys are ready; pulling her legs wider apart, almost splitting her in two, they manage to stop her moving too much. Meanwhile, Mike continues plunging his dick into her once pristine vagina, again, and again he drives into her. Mae’s thin body shudders with each new thrust, inertia tries to push her forward and away from the abuse, but Mike has a solid hold on her shoulders; instead, the shockwaves hit her with the full force of his efforts; buckling her body and twisting her spine. As he continues mashing her insides with his cock-head, she feels the trickles of warm liquid working out of her; she feels it move down past her bum-hole, and pool underneath her. She is aware of little splashes; each time he rams home and her hips are violently slammed to the floor; there is another splash.

Shock has taken over again, her screams are subdued to little squeaks, nothing more than caught breaths forced out of her lungs each time; while, like a jackhammer, he returns into her again. The other boys drop her arms, and they limply fall to the floor with a thud. Her rake thin legs bounce in time with him, poking obscenely in the air, back and forth, back and forth. He looks up and gazes into her dark almond eyes, they glistening with fear; they implore him to let her go, pleading for him to stop; he replies by fucking into her harder. He watches her face crease up under the strain of overwhelming pain, every time he lands another blow on her cervix; then, with every time he slides out; she looks back at him hopefully, as though she thinks he cares. He moves his face in close to her; she lifts her face to meet his; daring to hope. He looks up at his team-mates as if making a hard decision; shrugs and slams his forehead, executing a perfect header, on her sharp little nose. Time slows for Mae, she thought she was getting though to him, now her nose is exploding all over her face; blood lands in her eyes, it gushes down her throat, it runs over her lips and into her slack, gaping mouth.

Time catches up with a whooomp and she is in real time again. She hears the wet slapping of his balls against her bloodied crotch. She can hear her caught breaths echoing in her skull, and the shrill wail of a thirteen year old that just had her nose smashed, nearly into its brain. Her face is on fire, her throat feels as though she has drunk Drano, it is coarse and harsh with all the screaming. More than anything she feels the violent banging inside her body, the shockwaves steamrolling her nerves. She hears him grunt in her ear, as he picks up the pace again. With each fuck-thrust, he buries just over half himself between her quaking legs, already stretching her cavity well beyond its natural capacity. He squeezes her shoulders tighter, clenches his body, and drills his cock head the full 12 inches into the squealing-girls hole. He is almost as shocked as Mae, when he actually feels her cervix snap open, then clench tight around his shaft.

This newfound hole-within-a-hole is finally too much, he brings himself into her with a force that shakes the floor, threatening to crush her hips. With a smile into Mae’s still twisted facade, he spits in her eye and unloads his balls into her most private and special recess; with each thrust of his final invasion he flushes her womb with hot sticky goo. Clenching his balls to be sure he shoots every last dollop into her destroyed womanhood. Each time he blows, Mae can feel him swell and spew inside her, then pump it deeper into her body with each successional push. Every last drop of his vile, bitter cum eats away at her; the warmth of his ejaculate is a searing heat to her wounded guts. Mae violently bangs her head against the floor in a useless attempt to escape this reality, but she knows it’s too late. He slows his pace, idly snaking his dick up inside her, to bask in the feeling of warm blood and cum washing over his cock as it runs out of her, and adds to the puddle beneath her ass.

“What’s this?” he thinks, “is something broken loose inside her?”

Realising it is only her tampon, he flips her over and lifts her ass up in the air; bringing her to her knees, while dragging her face through the mess she just made. She hasn’t the strength to use her arms, so she remains face down against the bloodied floor. She can smell her blood and his cum mixed into a wet sticky mess under her face, as Mike digs his fingers into the doll. He raises his elbow as if starting a lawn mower, and drops it, drilling his clenched fingers like a pile driver into her uterus, he feels a telling pressure release; her cunt has ripped wide open. Mae’s body throws it’s self off the ground, twisting over onto her back again despite all the strength of Mr E. and the boys, and continues the violent thrashing. Her arms flap aimlessly as she writhes on the ground, and her back arches and twists like a grounded fish; all the while, she is still impaled on Mike’s fist.

Only the thinnest veil of skin now separates her ass and cunt. Mike smiles, proud at his work, and easily pushes the rest of his hand inside her. Soon enough he finds what he was looking for; a blood filled tampon, now sticky with his ejaculate. He quickly extracts it with his thumb and forefinger, and dangles it in front of her face. Tony nods, knowing what comes next, and he takes a hold of her face, holds her jaw tight and pulls it open, like a vet giving a worming pill to a cat. Her tongue writhes out of her mouth trying to protect herself from this; a new height in humiliation, but in the end it is no use, as Mike jams his fingers into the back of her mouth, still holding onto the red gift. He lets go, and with the same fingers he stuffs it back, clogging her throat. She can neither cough it up nor swallow it. He leaves it there, and moves to rape her pussy with his fist, while Me E prepares to do the same to her face with his cock.

Mr E. coos in Mae’s ear; explaining, as gently as he can under the circumstances, that he is about to ‘rape her skull’. That is; he elaborates, he is going to ‘force his stinking cock between her bruised lips and ram it down her throat as often and as hard’ as he pleases. She stares at him in mute horror, so he continues; detailing how she will ‘gag uncontrollably as his rod fucks her airway, suffocating her till she convulses’; he then promises to ‘ride her face as she bucks and writhes under his weight until her gag reflex gives up’ and she ‘vomits all over herself’, he slavers the last part into her ear with particular relish. But, he warns, if she so much as tries to close her mouth, or if he feels even the slightest pressure from her teeth; Tony will use his phenomenal kicking skills to remove them. He asks her if she understands everything he has told her. She simply stares at him, still gaping with a bloated tampon wedged in the back of her throat; her instincts are to spit or swallow, but she can do neither. Her body is in control now, and it keeps her mouth open; it wants to cough. More than anything in the world it wants to cough. She heaves and groans; eyes bulging, but her lungs just don’t have the strength after all the useless screaming.

Mr E. stands over her, and with a foot on each side of her slight body, he unzips his trousers and points his dick straight at her. She doesn’t notice; everything is fading. Her face is turning blue, her thin arms and legs try to flail but she is pinned by a fist up her cunt and two boys holding her legs and arms. Mr E. groans and releases a torrent of acrid yellow urine at her tonsils. It splashes in the back of her mouth, quickly mixing with the blood, it foams up, pink, out of her mouth and over her lips. He fires the piss into her eyes, which burns under her eyelids like nettles. He pisses all over her face, and he pisses all over her twitching little body, the gushing sound is clearly audible in the silent hall. After a minute of this water torture, she is almost dead. Her eyes turn up and she accepts the inevitable, thankful that it is at last over, and her body drops still.

Mr E. shakes the last drop out of his cockhead and looks at her, disappointed. Kneeling down next to her, he grasps her face with both hands and forces her mouth shut, and squeezes her neck from the chin down knowing this will open her windpipe, by pumping the yellow waste straight into her tummy, and force the blockage with it. Her throat bulges grotesquely as the mixture moves down her trachea. The lump of filth finally reaches her oesophageal sphincter, and one last squeeze of her neck breaks the dam, filling her stomach with piss, blood, and cum. Mr E. drops her head, it bangs on the floor and her eyes flutter open. Like a deep diver returning to the surface; she suddenly sits up with a rasping breath; coughing uncontrollably, spitting and slobbering all over her-self. She is alive, she tells herself.

“What miracle could have saved me from certain death?” she asks herself.

Her joy is short lived, when she sees Mr E. is still standing over her.

With his dick in hand, Mr E. points at her, as if to remind her of his words earlier. He leans down, grasps her face and pulls the child onto her knees. The nearby boys rearrange themselves to watch as Mr E. teaches this skinny bag of bones that he has never broken a promise yet; true to his word, it is not long before the child is suffering amidst the throes of an asphyxiation seizure on stage; her abused body does the St Vitus pole-dance, while singing the chorus from Mr E’s favourite musical, ‘My throat couldn’t be more full of cock if I were being face fucked by an elephant’. As the little cunts face shudders violently around his cock, Mr E. buries his fingers in her long black hair and pummels her forehead into his fat, hairy belly, regularly holding her tight against himself; Mr E. grinds down her throats defences. Her red eyes clench as she tries to halt the inevitable, but the torture of a fat old mans penis in her tender preteen neck is too much for her body to handle. Soon enough, she is heaving violently, her neck bulges once more and creamy pink slime bubbles out of her nose. Her cheeks blow out and more vomit squeeze’s out from around Mr E’s dick, staining her flat chest with red streaks, brown chunks and cum. She heaves again; another wave of stomach effluent boils out of her mouth, Mr E. cackles like a schoolboy as he tries fervently to fuck it all back into her head, her cheeks, neck and eyes bulge in and out every time Mr E. enters, he cannot stop cackling at this sight. Her face continues like this goes on for 3 or 4 more eruptions, until finally the last sticky trickles of her bile dangle from her chin, and a puddle of thick, stinking retch has settled between her legs.

Now that she is properly lubricated, Mr E. makes his final attack. In her fevered nightmare she barely notices this new incursion, he just flops her head back and forth onto him like a sodden raggedy Anne, savouring the wet sensation of a tiny throat soaked full of fuck-juice, until he unloads his own contribution to the soup. Vectors of thick ropey seed paint a pearlescent varnish of rapists-jism inside her face; throb after throb, his balls lay more cum in her. Then, when he has no more seed, he pushes her face up so that the bitter-wad rolls down her neck into her chest. She gulps, falls to her hands and hears a sickening wet thump as her tiny frame is hurled back. Her head hits the wall first, almost cracking her skull. Again she is lost in the white noise oblivion of unbearable pain. Tony steps back, and looks at his bloodied boot.

“That fucking whore” he curses, “look what that bitches’ face did to my game boots! That fucking stupid cunt, I’ll teach her to stain my shoes.”

As Al licks away inside Loli’s mouth, a hand slowly steals up under her skirt. She stands petrified; between Al, sticking his tongue in her mouth, and another boy creeping under her skirt.

“It couldn’t get any worse than this, ever!!!” she tells herself.

Al is looking straight into her eyes, as he bites down on her tongue. Watching her wince makes him bite her even harder, her tears make him horny. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out, pulls her closer to him, pressing is stiffening dick against her soft belly. She makes to pull away, but is instantly reminded of the person running his hands over her talcum-powdered thighs. The hands are soft and prowl over every inch of flesh under her dress; massaging her legs, while prying them apart. He softly pushes the back of her knees, this buckles her legs; splaying her knees sideways, and she can do nothing to bring them back together. One of his hands darts up to touch her expensive little panties, she gasps, but with Al’s tongue still fucking her mouth no one even notices.

All that that exists to Loli right now are; her little preteen body, held painfully against these mean boys, Al’s mouth slobbering all over her little braces, and the hands under her pleated skirt, which; she realises, have begun rubbing her little slit with two fingers. This is like a bolt of lightening to the child, of all the things that could have happened this is the worst.

“Someone is touching my girl thing!!!” her mind screams.

She renews her struggles as the fingers rub harder; now, kneading her bald-front-bum through her pink panties. Soon enough, she can feel her lips moistening, as her body betrays her.

“No, Please no more” She mumbles into Al’s mouth.

When this does nothing to abate the torture, Loli tries force, but beating her weak little fists against Al’s sides does nothing for her. The terrible hands deftly push her panties to one side, and touch her most private skin. The fingers are cold against outer-lips, but quickly draw warmth as they dip into her well and begin to carefully work her juice out, lubricating her tidy little folds. He slips two fingers inside, and she can feel the stretch. It’s the first time she has ever had anything inside her flower; not even a tampon, so it hurts. She struggles, but Al just squeezes her tighter, stabbing his hard cock against her tender pink belly.

He pulls his mouth off her for a moment to whisper in her ear, “You are such a pretty little girl, aren’t you? You’re going to love what’s coming next.”

She screws up her face, takes a deep breath; ready to hurl a barrage of insults at him. Before she even has a chance, he has spit into the back of her mouth. She gags on his lumpy sputum; coughs, loud and hard, then looks at him with utter distain. He just laughs, looking at the person behind her, who has popped his fingers out of her soggy cock warmer, to rub her rosette. She can feel her own juice being rubbed around her bum hole, lubricating it just enough for him to force a digit in. This time she screams, a blood curdling screech as the finger rapes her thirteen-year-old anus. He doesn’t waste any time exploring her intestines, and regularly dips back into her pussy for more lube, continuing like this until Loli’s asshole is generously buttered with girl-juice. With her bum thusly prepared he now pushes two fingers against her muscle, twisting his wrist to drill them through her clenched ring. His fingers break through, and begin to fuck her preteen bum; roughly pushing in and out, while tears continue to streak her porcelain facade. At this Al begins rubbing himself like a dog against her delicate body.

The second hand is back under her skirt again, so one hand is fingering her ass, while the other tenderly rubs the insides of her glistening honey pot; drawing more moisture out of her. She forgets herself, until another finger is jammed into her ass, and her body stiffens like a board. But she squeezes too hard; she tried to snap those fingers off with her sphincter, but now her ass has cramped up. She can’t move to shake out the cramp, so it gets worse, until the fingers in her ass slip out. She gets half a moment’s respite, before Al slips a hand past her waistband, spreads his fingers to open her, and starts to roughly fondle her bits. He pulls her tighter against him, dips his hips, and positions his cock head between her outer lips, pressing it against the opening of her pink bullseye. He rubs his head up and down, and she realises with utter terror that she is getting wetter by the moment; the blood rushes out of her already-bone-white face.

He internal dialogue spirals into dizzying circles, she cannot fathom what is happening, nor bring herself to consider the future.

“But… He can’t do this… He can’t be thinking what I think he is thinking. “There’s no way he can do it! I’m only a little girl!!!! “Where is Mr M? He will show these boys how to treat a girl. Maybe they have him tied up!! Yes that’s it. I can’t wait… he will break the ropes and bash these boys for disrespecting me like this. “What now..!?”

Something big pushes against her tired bum; having never heard of sodomy before, she has no idea what this means. She is in for a hard lesson. The two hands grapple her ass cheeks and pry them wide apart; the thing is pushed forward to rest firmly against her glistening pink chute. Al has taken a hold of her shoulders; looking into her eyes again, he winks. The other hands are on her hips. She now has two throbbing cocks poised at the entrances of her most sacrosanct canals; they are big, hard, slicked with her juice, and ready to savagely slaughter both of her meaty little cherries at once.

Chapter 6: The Presentation continues

Loli cringes at the dogged panting in her ear and the churlish grunts of the person behind her as he positions himself; hands braced painfully tight on her jutting hips. She can feel his wet knob-end pulsing against her anal rose as it tightly rests against her. He is not trying to bust her, but waiting for the perfect time. Al; meanwhile, continues rubbing himself against her sex as he awaits the signal, idly gliding his purple spearhead up and down between her labium.

Loli’s cries echo around the silent hall, the anticipation is almost palpable.

Between sobs; Loli hears the echo and deathly silence of the great hall, she knows no cares to help her, and begins to bawl. Slowly at fist, then the tears roll a little harder, soon; torrents of salty tears lay a thick network of glistening streaks down her porcelain white face. Drips of it tumble off the tip of her button-nose, and her chin. Her lips tremble, her face grows red, and her ears burn. Her whole body is shaking; visibly quaking in the hands of these two strangers.

Almost imperceptibly; Al nods, an unspoken agreement.

Loli’s world explodes.

As if a bolt from hell itself has raped her, she launches into a blood curdling, inhuman scream. Pain and horror rip through her mind and body as two massive cocks lift her off the ground; simultaneously breaching her sinless pipes; cooperatively lacerating her bald pink cunt and the tight rosette of her asshole. Al had taken vagina; with one thrust irreparably taring her spunk-pot at the top and bottom apex; shredded her hymen, and spattered a small dash innocent blood onto his thigh, in the same instant her ass-hole has been mercilessly scourged by the other rapist. In one fell stroke the man behind Loli has viciously augmented her ring; instantly, and permanently crippling the tightly clenched sphincter muscles; breaking through her rectum as he plunged deep into her bowels.

Her crimson blood freely runs out of her, over their cocks, to drip from their balls. Her skirt sits bunched, useless, around her waist. The combined width has stretched the screaming child’s holes beyond their capacity; her flesh is so taught it nearly cuts into the rapist’s dicks.

So much that they can’t help but yell in unison “Fuck, this whore is tight!”

The boys and men on stage laugh, as Al bitch-slaps Loli hard across her eyes, raining tears and sweat over the floor. This exchange is almost lost on Loli amid her continuing scream, which has degenerated into a guttural growl, punctuated by hoarse inhalations as she gasps to reintroduce oxygen into her feverish brain. The two invaders pound between her legs, quickly falling into a matching pace as they fuck the little girl in time with the teams chanting,

“One, gonna fuck her,” Al drills into her, “Two, gonna fuck her,” Al pulls out as the man behind her thrusts in, “Three, gonna fuck her” Al thumps into her, as her ass is relieved, “…more.”

Al holds still as her ass is pumped again.

“You’re gonna fuck her,” they pull out, “We’re gonna fuck her,” they slam in,
“They’re gonna fuck, the baby whore.”

The rapists take this cue to break synch and recklessly fuck her senseless. Al finally frustrated by her panties rips the blood-stained cotton to the side, leaving them torn and hanging from her bouncing thigh by no more than a seam.

Loli is thrashes and bawls with more desperation than ever, like a fish out of water she is flapping and gasping, helplessly impaled. The crimson tattoos continue to creep out of her bloodied holes, to paint her thighs and legs with a spider’s web of blood; staining the cuffs of her knee-high cotton socks, as her legs swing limply with each thrust.

Still bawling, and hyperventilating; Loli’s cries have become haggard and forced. The terror of the situation is too much for her nerves to handle. While she may wish for the peace of a coma, the adrenaline keeps her awake, it keeps her alert, amplifying the every bump and vein; every fold of skin forcing into her rear; the painful sawing sensation of the two cocks fucking into her guts. She feels it all, like watching her own rape in high definition, every grunt and snicker plays in her mind; exaggerated by her fear. She tries to close her eyes, but her bodies’ natural instinct is to identify the attacker. So she helplessly watches Al, looking down upon her like a rabid dog with a new bone. She feels like a 2-inch kewpie doll, skewered on two 12-inch cocks.

The man behind her draws his cock back; almost all the way out, to leave only the tip plugging her now gaping asshole. Al takes this cue, and burrows his cock deeper into the little girl, forcing himself against her cervix, opening it millimetre by agonizing millimetre, as he grinds into her. Until finally he has pried it open, and lodged his meat firmly inside her inner-chamber. He slowly fucks her like this, delving deep into her guiltless womb. Loli’s head rolls in confusion and horror as this new sensation ricochets through her nervous system. For a moment she whites-out, but the bliss of unconsciousness is fleeting, and the instant later a steam train barrels up into her intestines. The man behind her has driven himself, with all his weight, back through her bleeding ring, ripping her even further. They both feel the violent tearing inside her, but only he enjoys it; prompting a fucking the likes of which her pink asshole has not yet experienced; with reckless abandon the man savagely abuses the child’s rear end, never caring once for the blood or her fearful cries.

Loli’s jolting body hangs limply with every slamming thrust. Each time he crushes into her bowels her breath is forced out as an agonised wheeze; deep semiconscious grunts, expelling out of her pretty little chest. The man simply adores her animal sounds; just hearing the sickening noises choked out of this sweet little girl drives him to frenzy. He intensifies his lunges; pounding her ass for all he is worth, his balls slap a wet staccato rhythm in her blood. Al, following his example, begins to voraciously torture the child’s womb with his cock. The two rapists’ alternate their thrusts; while Al draws his meat back out of her inner portion, the other unerringly invades up through her anus, and as the man retrieves himself from her tunnel, Al compliments with another rabid surge into the young one’s wounded nursery. Over and over her rents’ are taken like this for what seems like an eternity.

The fire inside her has built to a white heat, and they know it. Al hesitates for one moment, before rending again into her womb; he has broken back into sync with the man in her bum. They batter her nether regions as a unit, one rapist in each desultory entrance; stuffing so much inside her that her hips feel the strain. This elicits another beautiful scream, like a battalion of banshees; her agony cuts the air like a cluster bomb of razor blades. Maddened by lust, Al wraps his hand around her throat and squeezes, cutting her scream to a muted gargle. Her eyes bulge and her face quickly turns red, then purple as she is starved for oxygen. Al is clenching around her throat so hard-he can feel the cartilage cracking against his palm; he lifts her and slams her down with a shocking force. He continues lifting and slamming, while she squeaks pitifully; what little air she can inhale is squeezed out on the down thrust.

The man behind her wrenches her head backwards by her strawberry braids; earning a small respite from Al’s grip. He reaches under her with s cupped hand, slides his bloodied cock out of her ripped anus, and catches the torrent of creamy blood that drools out onto his palm. The vile feeling of this liquid running out of her; sends shivers up Loli’s spine. So she is still quivering when Al grabs her chin and pries her jaw open. The man brings his cupped hand up and dumps the mottled juice into her mouth; it hits her tongue, instantly sliding to the back of her throat. She gags and coughs wetly, sending clumps of it down her cheek; lumpy brown, red and white streaks-further disrespect her once flawless facade. The crap hangs in stinking strings off her delicate cheek bones, to drop with soft pitter-patters on her heaving preteen body.

After only this brief moment the taste and facts register in her overworked brain; she tries to scream, but when she opened her throat, the cocktail of shit, blood and cum races down her neck into her lungs. She naturally heaves to vomit it out, but Al clamps her jaw shut and gazes fixedly into her eyes; watching her strain to control this body function; Loli does not have enough strength, the mixture washes into her mouth with surprising force, her cheeks blow-out and her throat bulges. A squirt of bile leaks out of the corners of her mouth, but in the end she has to swallow it again or suffocate.

A knot of bloodied slime dribbles out of her nose.

With the preparations over, the man pulls her backwards by her braids, and holds her body horizontal. Loli opens her eyes, and gasps when she sees the man for the first time, but her gasp becomes just another wet gulping sound as Mr Meyers; quick as lightening, snaps his cock into her heartbroken visage. Al pulls his dick from her cunt, and glides it easily into the hole that Mr M has gouged-out between her ass-cheeks. He holds Loli by her ankles to keep the childish body lateral, suspending her torso in the air whilst pulling her wide open for all and sundry to view. Mr M supports the rest of her weight by gripping her bruised neck, and massaging his dick inside her throat. They spit-roast her like this for a while, painfully buckling and twisting her lithe little body as they fuck her mouth and cunt without remorse, her useless panties fling off her foot, but she could not have noticed.

The slick, sticky sounds of his dick popping in and out of her neck turns Mr M on more and more with each thrust. His balls begin to clench, so he gains some control by diverting his attention; gliding one hand over her chest and delicately untying the little pink bows down the front of her blouse, exposing the, as-yet, untouched pink skin of her midriff and her little pink trainer bra. He viciously rips the little bra off; scratching red lines across her back and begins pinching and twisting her hot-pink buds. Like a little worm on a big hook, she squirms uselessly; crying muted squeals into his groin.

Slowly and sensually massaging the child beneath him makes Mr M just want to stick his dick inside her skull; he wants to fuck her brain for real, to feel the soft grey folds twitch and die around his cock. For now, though, he will be contented with brutalizing her face with his cock. He picks up the pace, and then slams his fist into her breadbasket, inflicting himself deeper into her skull when she gasps. Faster and harder they rape into the child, her body convulsing as it tries to breathe. Al can feel the thundering force of Mr M’s cock pushing her, and so he matches it. The two men are now frantically raping the little preteen princess, forcing her flesh to perform acts that would make the most despotic soddomite to blush.

Her body; unable to hold its fluids any more, leaks relentlessly down her legs and up into her soaked skirt to drip in coagulated strings to the floor below. Her neck is swollen and bruised where Mr M has left a black and blue handprint; it hurts her to even think of moving it, let alone breathing and swallowing. Any semblance of controlled abuse is forgotten as the rapists give into to sheer animal-blood lust; two monsters issuing unspoken challenges to hurt their quarry more and more with every moment. Quite simply, they are slaughtering Loli; a limp 13-year-old doll of flesh and bone.

She had risen briefly, the pressure on her body was just too much to ignore, and her senses came back online just in time to find her nose being ground in the matted hair between Mr M’s balls and his asshole. His thighs squeeze her head; his ass cheeks close around her nose, forcing the sweaty ass smell into her nostrils. Again, she is crushed her between their cocks; her back, viciously bent against its natural angle, is twisted like a soggy pretzel amid their combined bulk. This time, however, they do not withdraw, both men have clenched her, and grind as deep as they can into their respective holes, before flooding the little thing with white-hot semen; waves upon wave jet out of them; glazing her internals with their baby making slime.

As they empty their balls, her eyes rollback into her head, her body seizes up, and she tries to kick out once, twice, but she cannot stop the flooding inside her. These dirty men have filled her perfect little body with evil hot sperms, her mind screams. Al’s heavily salted cream sears Loli’s wounded bowels like a brushfire in her tummy; his continued pumping is douching every inch of her intestines with his sprog; despite this, red-brown lumps have worked their way out of her and hang from her exposed ass in thick stings, occasionally dropping with a splat to the hardwood beneath her. She had just begun to be horrified by Al’s efforts, when Mr M flushed her throat with his own cock-vomit; he rode her face; grinding her nose into his asshole, while pushing the thickened cream into her stomach; filling her little belly. With one horrific gulp after the next, your pretty little thirteen year old daughter must accept this mans cock in her throat, sucking and wheezing for any wisp of oxygen, she battles against his oncoming tide that has washed the inside of her face and neck with his bitter love. She can taste his cum mixing with the metallic taste of her own blood on his cock; she can feel excess cum backing out of her mouth, being pushed over her braces, out past her lips to dribbling down over her cheeks to pool in her eye sockets.

Her face twitches between his thighs, as she tries to shake the stinging slime out of her bloodshot eyes. The child sobs against Mr M’s asshole, what was once an unbearably innocent and pretty little face; is now drenched with bloodied cock cream, ass-slime, and tears; smeared mascara frames her petulant eyes and the sparkling hot-pink lipstick is smudged all around her swollen mouth. Her neat little strawberry blond pig-tails are dishevelled and thick with coagulated effluent. Her scrawny body hangs limp; exhausted by the continuing torture, tight between her two attackers. Her neck is swollen black and blue, as are her ankles, arms, rectum, vagina, and larynx. Her mind is a battlefield of terror and crumbled humours, she begs herself to just die, to lose herself and never find her way back to consciousness ever again, but all she can do is curse herself for being as strong willed as her mother, a curse that will see her witness every last cruelty that is to be inflicted on her, and so she crumbles once more, a sobbing, heaving mass of thirteen-year-old fuck-toy impaled of the business ends of two rabid rapists, who do nothing more than laugh at her muted sobs, and spit green lumps on her still silky untouched torso.

After cumming inside her, Al simply left himself inside Loli’s ass; keeping it sealed tight. With an audible ‘pop’, Mr M unsheathed his cock from her throat, and then wipes it clean on her hair. Loli looks up at him with those perfect jade eyes, imploring him to feel something, anything, for her. Her pitiful tears begin again in earnest; the hot spittle that slaps her face speaks louder than any words. This is complimented by a quick backhanded slap across her cheek, and Mr M tells Al to bring her to the other side of the stage. Al lifts the rag-doll upright; still impaled on him, and hugs the child’s body against his chest, while her head lays-limply on his shoulder. One could mistake his gesture as one of chivalry, that is, until they reach the bloodied mess that used to be Mae’s face. Al then knelt down behind Mae’s head, and very slowly slides Loli’s anus off his shaft; gently enough that her ring gingerly contracts to seal the pink-blood/cum soup behind her sphincter. Mike and Tony take her arms and legs, holding them high in the air, to aim her ass at Mae’s face. Once in place, Al punches Loli hard in the gut, forcing her to disgorge the quickly thickening flux of cum and congealing blood into Mae’s broken mouth and over her face. Loli has snapped to attention, gasping for air after her second winding, she looks down and sees her best friend, barely recognisable for the torn and broken jaw, choking on her creamed and bloody effluent. Loli’s strength leaves her and she drops limply in the boy’s arms; as she fades to black Loli notes four more boys walking towards her with wild eyes and toothy grins.

Meanwhile.

After receiving Tony’s boot, Maes head had had barely hit the floor when he was stepping forward, beckoning three boys to follow.

Mr E, sitting back in his chair has called for his pet, which gingerly steps up onto stage, hands him a smoke, lowers to her knees and places her trembling lips around him; to clean the filth from his softening cock-shaft. The boys have picked up Mae’s limp form by the wrists and ankles, to drag her to the edge of the stage so all the students in the crowd could see what they were to doing to her. After securing her legs wide with the help of some conveniently placed metal rings and some rough rope, Tony jumps off the stage and shows Mae’s new class-mates what her cunt looks like after the so far-brief mauling. The little girls shrieked and cry hysterically at this horrific sight, some try to run for the door but the prefects had already secured the little treats in their chairs; the best these children can do is squeal and turn away.

To emphasise his point, Tony punched his hand inside Mae’s guts, then rips it out just as quickly; spattering the blood all over these girls. Laughing, he turns his attention back to the little Asian fuck-hole. The stage is low enough that Tony simply leans forward and his dick is back inside her ass again. As she had lost almost all elasticity in her sphincter, he puts a hand in her cunt and jacks him self off through the thin wall of skin that remains. At this point the only signs of life left in the girl are the shallow breathing and the choking sounds bubbling out of her shattered mouth. Tony points to Pete, the boy on her left wrist, and nods towards her face; Pete straddles her chest and lifts the bloody opening that was her lower face to meet his eagre dick. Pete carefully eases his dick past the shards of bone, to navigate into her blood-slicked trachea. Briefly, some life sparks back into her, as she begins, once again, to struggle for air. Mae has been reduced to her base animal instincts, it is doubtless that she can even regard what is now happening to her; but all animals need to breath, and this one is no different.

Pete cradles Mae’s skull in his hands, his fingers lace at the back of her skull and he presses himself into her twitching throat. Her blood continues leaking to the floor; torrents of it cascade out of her maw and congeal on her flat chest and her belly. The stick thin legs are cramped in their braces; she twists and buckles, but Tony only jacks himself off inside her even faster, and builds to a groaning crescendo. With each thrust of his fist he is brutally punching her cervix. When he sees the bruising spread out from under her stomach, he whoops in delight, and calls the other boys over to check it out. The wide-eyed audience urges him on, as each thump brutally bulges her black and blue stomach. To compound the torture Tony has taken a hold of her insides, so that each back thrust forces her face to fuck onto Pete’s blood soaked dick. They go at her like this for some time, listening and laughing at the whimpers and groans filtering through the crowd. They made idle jokes, likening Mae to a soft little pinata; wondering what presents she will eventually spill, as they continued to rape the beaten little girl.

Finally Tony tensed and punched his fist right through her cervix, hearing the flesh audibly tare inside her was too much, and he lets out an almighty roar, unloading his white cream into her body. Pete reciprocated and ejaculates a cup of boy-love into her gullet.

No doubt, this is not to be the last soaking of this little girl’s internals, as evidenced by the queue formed behind these two. First in line are the team mates that have not already set their sights to having a go on Loli; before she is too fucked up, then the prefects, followed up by the ‘vultures’: the rest of the lower form boys. Some of these fellows have various invasive holds on the other fuck toys, these girls are already broken, others; the younger ones, still try in vane to pull away.

Inside the crazed mind of this thirteen year old child, as she is bloated with fresh cum, is not a pretty place to be. The little girls’ character, her personality; perhaps her soul, retreats away from the innate sentience of her body. So it is this sentience that must bear the brunt of the facts book-ending her, the knowledge and sensation of each hot splash as it is flung from the sweaty balls of an unknown male, into each end of her lithe trunk. Squirt, after heady squirt makes itself known to her, from the bitter, thick droplets that stick, and hang in a foul web, on the inside of her throat; to the torrential hosing that varnishes her bowels, and dribbles out from around Tony’s pulsing penis. She regrets it all, each time her shattered head rocks forward with Tony, she reels in agony, and she curses Loli; before cursing herself for blaming her friend. Each time Pete pulses with another glob, her brain swells, and her lungs heave to fight for a wisp of oxygen, but he is relentless; determined to milk every last droplet into her, because he knows that once he is finished he will not get another ride; the queue is just too long. The child can hardly fight against this oxygen restriction, and with a shudder it resigns itself to its fate, eventually Pete and Tony grind to a standstill; panting like rapists who have just filled a young child’s ass and stomach with a whole lot of cum, they give each other a high-five, glance at the rest of the new girls and slip out of her; a move that results in no small amount of fluids to leak out of her each end. Mae simply lies still, then twitches and coughs out a lump of congealed blood and semen, which slaps her left and rolls back into her hair. She inhales gratuitously as her airways have cleared, finally, but then she is immediately suffocated by a hot flood of feculence from her best friends arse.

Chapter 7: And on… and on.

Loli’s eyes flutter open; she is lying on her side, forced to witness the queue of boys waiting for Mae’s ass. She is startled by four boys, who take her wrists and ankles, to drag her back to the middle of the stage. She prayed they would be finished by the time she woke up. But her body betrayed her; it had only blinked out, she has not missed a beat of the action.

After having kicked Loli onto her back, Dan and Max, the two fullbacks, each take an arm and a leg, and draw the bitch into quarters. With their already-bloody dicks in hand, Tiny the goal keeper and Dean the mid-fielder, advance on the splayed child. She raises her head, to see Tiny’s purple and red cockhead plunge between her lips. She gasps in shock, inadvertently allowing him into her throat deeper than he had intended.

Dean’s 10-inch member homed in on her colon, ripped into her bruised asshole and begun hammering away inside the little girl. This new explosion of pain forced her breath out; as if trying to push Tiny away. Such abject rudeness on her part makes Tiny more than a little bit angry. The 110Kg Goalie raises his hand slowly and dramatically allowing Loli a chance to look up. Then, quick as greased lightening, her face is snapped down; a sharp but short lived yelp bounces off the hall’s ceiling and walls.

Time stands still; Loli’s nose drips blood, in a soft pitter-patter, to the floor.

Her hoarse breathing rasps over every nerve in her swollen throat.

The white glow in her eyes fades back into a vision of scowling madness; Tiny glaring down at the insolent little fuck bag as it looks back with childish bewilderment and innocence.

Loli’s favourite white blouse hangs, blotched and stained, from her wrists as her arms swing limply beneath her. Her tears evidence that her mind and body refuse to accept her place; as it drifts for moments, to the world she used to live in, where Mae and she would skip to school; where she could fantasise about Mr Meyer, and dream about touching his sensitive side, or his bulging muscles, in short; a world that no longer exists. She can play no more childish games, no more ring around the rosy; just this. A twisted parody of human life; innocence debauched, a vision of the perfect child pack-raped and depredated.

Her pink chest heaves as she sobs around Tony’s dick.

Her reverie is short lived, as Max and Dan violently tug on her limbs; splaying the little frame for their team-mates. Dean scrunches her slicked skirt in his fist and jerks her waist up to introduce his eagre fuck-pole deeper into her. With this grasp he rocks her ass backwards and forwards onto himself, in an even but determined meter; the sickly, wet sounds of Dean’s scrotum slapping against her bloodied, cum-soaked ass, plays a sombre ambiance. The two fullbacks pass the time by taking turns to spit on her nubbins, so the little mounds are quickly streaked with white spittle. Dan makes a sick rasping sound and then grins as his thick green spit slaps her puffy nipple.

“Bullseye,” he grins over her.

However, Max is not a gracious loser, he repeatedly wrenches angrily on her leg; a loud wet thud finally announcing the femurs dislocation from its socket. Loli’s eyes bulge and her mouth gapes, the child simply roars; a battle hardened, gravel-road rash of a roar that snarls out around Tiny’s dick as he continues to abuse the bloodied throat. The violent gurgling around his shaft sends bolts of electricity through his dick, zapping his brain. He laces his fingers behind our heroine’s skull, crushes her face against his pubic-bone, and brutally crushes his manhood into her slobbering inlet. Still; she struggles, with nothing more than hopeless shudders, as her mighty efforts will not purchase any more than that. The convulsions though, are too much for Tiny, who has wrapped her strawberry plaits around his fists; he ruthlessly grinds himself inside her neck. Occasionally tightening his grip, to rip her head back with a sucking pop, and then punch back into her. As he does this; long strings of slime trail out and delicately lace themselves across her freckled facade, then; when he quickly slams it back home, a wetted gulp, and slimy bubbles pop from between her stretched lips and his weapon.

Grinding back inside her again, Tiny simply cannot believe this feeling; being so deep inside a preteens larynx, that the little broken rings of cartilage tickle his knob end when he twists her skull. Soon, though, she is convulsing for breath again, so he angrily rips out of her; this time drawing thicker strands; bloodied, milky-pink stomach bile, which he takes special care to let roll into her eye sockets. The searing in her eye-sockets makes her kick out in defence.

They all laugh when she realises the error of her efforts. Max punctuates the error; letting her dislocated limb drop awkwardly to the floor. The unimaginable agony of this simple act, rocks the little girl to her core; unable to escape the terror, her soft pink lips simply curl back over the silver wires spanning her teeth and she unleashes a new blood curdling wail, stopping everyone in their tracks; the teachers, the prefects, the little sluts sucking their prospective boys; all stop to focus on Loli, spread eagled with one leg dangling unnaturally out to the side. Everyone gawps except Tiny, who at the sight of the little girls braces, grunts, roars and snarls at her while grasping at her skin; possessed by the desire to ruin something beautiful, he pumps into her skull mid-wail and mutes her to a stuttered gurgle. Again and again, he pumps her head, each thrust forces muffled gulps to pulse out of her neck, driving him to invade the thirteen year olds trachea harder and faster. Pinkish brown slime rolls over her upturned face; further-smearing her makeup into blackened smudges around her wincing eye sockets. With one hand Tiny pulls her head firmly between his thighs; mashing her button nose up against his hairy asshole. Again, he twists her head slowly, so as to feel her swollen and bruised throat around his cock, while his free hand holds her between the nape and her collar bone. Like this, he squeezes and shakes her neck, jacking himself off with throat as he cuts off the blood supply to her brain. The child’s pink lips quickly turn blue, her jade eyes roll back and Tiny unleashes his seed into your near comatose baby daughter, wave upon wave of his stinking semen splashes down her neck and pumps into her boiling stomach. Tiny groans as he shakes the girls head around his cock, as his balls contract up off her face to push more of his sticky sperm into her twitching body.

After the final strings of baby juice dribble out of him, he slowly and deliberately slides out until his knob rests against her gag reflex; he rubs his knob lightly against it before raping his full length back into her; returning her face to his ass. Right on cue, her chest heaves, her stomach knots and then pulses as her whole body contracts around his cock and a torrent of blood and cum soaked vomit flushes out of her mouth and nose. It splashes over her chin splattering over her flat chest; it washes her face and soaks into her hair, imbuing chunks of her breakfast in her fringe, and dyes more stains into her already filthy blouse. Even Tiny can not escape the splashback (which does not please him one bit); he releases his grip on her and punches her in the centre of her soft chest, winding the little girl to a gasping stupor. Loli groans around him as the blood trickles back into her brain, she forces her eyes open despite the caked-in bile and starts to cry again, great heaving sobs of despair rack her tiny frame as Tiny shrinks out from her larynx.

The regular throbbing continues as Deans cock continues sawing into her raw asshole.

Tiny has not finished yet.

After wiping himself clean with one of her plaits, he asks the little girl, “Hey sweetness, are you ok? I hope we didn’t hurt you.” “Why are you doing this?” she whimpers back to him. “Because you are so cute we can’t help wanting to make love with you.” “You call this love?!” she squeaks
“Yes, we love doing this.” He grins at her, before relaxing his bladder. “Nnngh… Ooo” she gurgles, as a steaming torrent of piss begins bubbling out of her mouth.

He withdraws, and flexes his bladder muscles hard enough that the acrid yellow fluid stings as it hits her tongue and quickly foams up and out over her cheeks. She snaps her mouth shut hoping to avoid this new humiliation, but in response, he simply aims into her nostril and fills her sinuses with the foul acid; stinking and hot, it crashes up the unprotected vent, filing her facial cavities so she can feel the scorching behind her eyes and forehead. At once; her burnt sinuses can hold no more and the torrent is flushed, unobstructed, past the soft palate and down the back of her throat, into her stomach; to mingle with the rest of the foulness that the child has been forced to ingest. It does not take much of this till she is gagging, and coughing lumpy, pink and yellow mottled-bile over her own face; as she has not the strength enough to eject it with any distance. Tiny stuffs his duct back into her opened mouth and jets the last strains of his hot piss directly into her stomach.

“No more!” she groans around him, “please!!!” she bawls into Tiny’s crotch.

Tiny simply raises his hand, and with a disarming smile lays the back of his hand across her face. The white noise crashes into her mind again.

Loli’s attention fades back with the rhythmic pounding in her rear; her face, dropped back to the floor; is dragging back and forth in the puddle of her own slime. She is facing towards her best friend again, and the line of boys queuing up to have their fun. She wants to yell out, but the pain in her razed throat is too severe, even breathing is too much, so she forces herself to watch, hoping for a sign of life.

Dean; having disregarded her skirt, has stuck four fingers into Loli’s’ cunt and taken a firm hand-hold inside her pelvis, to guide the debilitated arse-hole onto his cock. Loli senses her gut bloating, and clenches her lower muscles, despite the pain, to push whatever is inside her out. Her sign of life is rewarded by Dean; who immediately wrenches the rest of his hand into the wound between her legs and seeks out his steely rape-stick through the thin veil of skin between her rectum and vagina. Of course; this should only have been a matter of pushing his opened palm down and grasping the first thing he finds that does not belong inside the anus of a thirteen year old girl; however, Dean is doing his best to hold off infecting her with his cum as long as his cock can withstand. So, in reaching inside her he has proceeded to take hold of any soft protrusion he can find, then torturing it till he feels like moving to the next piece. Her cervix is the obvious first target of his unsympathetic clutch; it is big, soft and obvious to his fingers; which quickly wrap around and strangle the swollen-nub with unwarranted hatred.

Loli’s body jolts violently off the ground and falls with the loud thud that could only be a child’s head dropping onto hardwood. Her swollen and bloodshot eyes throw white hot bolts of loathing at Dean, while her bleeding throat gargles hysterically, spattering blood on her chin and cheeks. The stud can only think to pull on her cervix and bury himself back into her rear; which he does with aplomb, stretching the little thing till it almost pulls out past her labia. He holds it like a vice and repeatedly rips on it, not entering her with the force he would have by gripping her non-existent hips, but the agony flowing out of the tortured little girl is more than compensation for him. Again and again he tugs the black and blue pink-bit from its roots, her lithe frame jolting in horror with every motion until her eyes roll back to hide her soul from his maniacal gaze.

He releases the now throbbing handful of vagina and hunts for a new submission-hold to subject her to. To his dismay, he can only find his see-sawing cock, and the mucosal folds inside her fuck-tract which he claws at for a time, but he wants more, much, much more. He rests himself in her ass while he prepares Loli, first whipping his fist out of her, warranting a flutter of comprehension from the angelic; albeit, fuck-soaked visage. Then, flicking a web of slimy strings from his fingers to her face. Her eyes flick drowsily as she turns her view to look up at Dean, he smiles lovingly into her eyes, she has to double take this; she thinks she can see genuine care there; of course the pounding 10 inch cock sawing her bleeding arse ring open, suggests otherwise.

As the steam train in her arse chugs back to life again, Loli drops her face to its side; she cannot bear to look at what Dean is about to do; experience has told her to expect something “not nice”. With her cheek settled back into the puddle on the floor, Loli watches Mae. Mae, on the other hand, cannot watch a thing, as her eye sockets have since congealed; solid with blood, cum and Loli’s’ faecal matter. So her rake thin friend just lays there twitching, while a rotating queue of horny school boys unload their sticky goop into her lacerated schism.

Loli is distracted by a creeping whistle, like a steam kettle, slowly; almost imperceptibly, growing louder. White noise is banking up all around her, surrounding her on all sides, grown from a whistle to air brakes on a lorry; until, soon she feels like a steam train is setting down inside her skull. She cannot hear her own thoughts; nor see in front of her for the blinding intensity of this screaming wave enveloping her. Eventually though, like hitting the ground from a 100 meter freefall; the wave breaks on her and she knows what the sound is, she can feel fresh blood, as the lesions in her gullet have cracked open; her gasping for breath and the excruciating hellfire in her gut tell an all to familiar story. A new torment, horror, humiliation, she knows what to expect; an avalanche of endorphins like the one she just had does not come cheap; nor does it last long. Before she can crack her own skull against the floor; she is seized by the full agony of Deans fingers plying her cervix open again, with each digit that is twisted and forced through the tiniest of the girls apertures, she feels as though her body is sawn apart by a rough hewn log. He can squeeze two fingers in there now, savouring the tacit tearing around his fingers; her vaginas structural integrity is in his hands, and he has no qualms at systematically ruining it. He hooks the two fingers already in her oven for grip and forcefully works the hole; tearing it enough to give his four fingers a hold, and squeezes; like a game show buzzer, he just need to press the right button and the child jumps, dances and coughs blood for his amusement. Too much amusement it seems, in all his amusement he has forgotten about his pummelling of her rear. The realisation is enough for him to forget his games and ride the preteen missy all the way home.

She knows his every movement, every wriggle of the four fingers in her womb, bracing the tiny frame that, she faintly remembers, once belonged to her. He wages war on her bowels with an over engorged cock, voraciously rubbing himself through the thinning membrane of her uterus as it swells in response. Pound after bruising pound bashes her limp skull against the floor, her sobs shudder in her throat, too weak to make themselves known. She retreats back into her mind, with eyes fixed in the distance, and her ass fixed on Deans Fuckstick. He picks up his pace for the run home, literally splashing her juice high up onto his abdomen with each push, it streaks red down his heaving body. The slapping of him against her-echoes around the halls, her squeals follow suit when he wraps the fingers inside her around his cock, lunges forward burying himself to the hilt and jerks wave after wave of cum into her.

The feel of his filth flowing into her, curls her toes, and the force on her body jerks her legs back, so her little baby doll shoes are flicked across the stage, coming to rest with a weak clatter; leaving her slime soaked socks sitting tight around her knees, remaining otherwise oblivious to her torment. Dean doesn’t even notice; as he is too busy laying the latest coat of lacquer onto her already heavily glazed insides. With a last indignant push, his balls squeeze their final drops, to pool with the rest. With the salted soup lazily seeping out of her, Dean slowly slides back and giggles at the bleeding, gaping and bruised passage facing him. He shakes a hanging string onto her buttock and kicks her over onto her side; she instinctively curls into a foetal position and cries. Her shuddering body is nothing more than a living, breathing, dripping and crying vagina. Unfortunately; it is all much too real for the cunt in question, but, she cannot let go, she cannot stop fighting; it is her pride, her arrogance, her mother’s sense of self worth ensuring your daughter will stomach every last humiliation that this day brings to her.