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Victorious part 3

The next day for Victor and Meredith was a continuance of all the previous days for a few hours.
“Carmine? Meredith needs you in her office for a word about the numbers before lunch.”
Carmine didn’t do well for the week, and it was past eleven thirty.
“Oh great. Well let’s go office boy.”
She led the way in her tight designer dress. Carmine was an extreme extrovert like most salespeople, and was of the thought that the office was the place to be beautiful. She wore a dress that could get her past the V.I.P. rope in a club. It was white and very tight with a short skirt. Several gold necklaces covered more of her chest then her open top. Some women wore that type of dress as a stylish shirt over jeans or leather pants.
They stepped into Meredith’s dark office. Her windows were shaded and the lights were off. Most of the light in the room came from the glass wall. In the back of the dark room, only the computer’s screensaver and the charging lights for her cell phone were casting light.
Meredith sat waiting at the desk. She wore a black dress suit with only a hint of white blouse over her lapel.
“Hello Meredith, you should get some light it’s unhealthy.” Carmine said in greeting. Like most office workers, she was afraid being in the dark room. Unlike most, she faced her fear by crossing into the depths of the room to stand over Meredith at her desk.
Victor stood quietly by the windows.
“How are your numbers for this week?” Meredith said coolly.
“I’ll have them by the end of the day. I hope to finish a few things.” Carmine avoided.
“How are your numbers so far for the week?” Meredith was like an army laying siege, Carmine could only look on as systematically, and methodically Meredith plugged along through excuses and twisted ambiguity.
“Five including the new Tarsus model.” She said trying to add a good ring to it.
“You did ten last week and those five were finalized extras that went through on Monday and Tuesday. Now, this week, you’re behind the twelve you needed.”
“Well I…” Carmine struggled.
“How do I punish you?” Carmine straightened. “Fifteen in two weeks is not good enough.” Carmine rightly feared being fired. It was a Friday at lunchtime, the perfect time to clean out the desk. It seemed these talks were fairly common, and no one likes their money played with.
“Well I…” Victor watched the gears start turning.
“I have a way to help you.”
Carmine nearly missed that as she thought about her excuse. “I… uh what?”
“Victor says it’s a mental thing, making lots of sales one week and being sluggish the next. Something about not being hungry.” Behind them, the office emptied for lunch at Chili’s. “Are you hungry?” Meredith asked perhaps meaning literally.
“Ah no..ah yes.” Carmine answered perhaps meaning figuratively.
Victor could guess by Carmine’s face she had lost her appetite with the conversation.
“Well, after this you should be able to go eat where you want.” Carmine stiffened further Victor could see waterworks getting ready. “Will you be hungry to sell next week?”
“Yes Meredith, next week will be great.” She blurted.
“What do you do that puts you at ease? Can I relax you for you too do better? What do you do with your money? You don’t have to answer.”
Carmine felt she couldn’t not answer. “I go out. Pay bills. This is a good job.” She nodded to herself.
“Where do you go? Do you wait, or look for acceptable men at fun places at night, or do you have an… other with you?”
Victor was amused how she seemed to have asked Carmine if she was a whore or a lesbian.
Carmine wasn’t thinking too clearly about what was said or its meaning, and was just of blurting what ever she thought. “I go out and have fun with friends, yes.” She said unable to hide her frantic confusion.
Meredith arched her fingers in front of her. Victor taught her to use it as a device to distract people from her chest when they were about to ask for the sale. “Are you satisfied?”
“Huh?” Carmine looked at Victor for understanding.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith leaned in.
“With going out?” Carmine said slowly. “I guess, it’s hit and miss.”
“It’s a waste of time. I am unable because of my schedule to consider that type of life.” Meredith turned and stood from the chair. “I think there is away to make you more satisfied spending time here. I feel that would center your life and allow you more success.”
Carmine nodded quickly thinking she was making progress. “I understand. I’ll make the company a larger part of my life.” missed Meredith’s meaning completely.
“You have to see it as the center Carmine. Not the car, the bills, or the friends. Without the job, you lose all the others.” Meredith said coming around the desk and sitting on it next to her. “You know you’ll lose it all without it right?”
Carmine seemed to pale and blush at the same time. “Yyyes.” She said fearfully.
Meredith looked deep into her. “Stable relationships make people happier at work do you know why?”
Carmen nodded gravely. “They do their business and go home without all the stress of trying to please other people all the time.”
Meredith paused trying to understand if that was an acceptable answer.
“Are you in a relationship?” Meredith continued.
“Umm no, not for a while now.” Carmine looked down and snuck an embarrassed look at Victor.
Meredith stiffened watching her. “You’re looking to get one?” She accused.
Carmen rolled her shoulders. “Umm yes, but I’m not able to find the one for me though. Many men act nice, but they all just take what they want and never call back. I’m sure you know how it is. They just want you cause your pretty but they’re not there for you. They just want well…they won’t cry with you. The guys I find don’t share my dreams or last long enough to hear them.” She said hanging her head.
Meredith looked over at Victor thoughtfully. Perhaps that was her feelings put to words.
“I have found one for myself.” Meredith said
Victor choked loudly at how hugely insensitive she was sounding.
Carmen literally was taken aback at the words. “Oh that’s…”
“You will have to be satisfied as I am. I want you not to be distracted.” Meredith looked her right in the eye. “I will help you.”
Meredith grabbed her head and latched onto her cheek with her teeth. Carmine gasped but Meredith caught her wrists. She brought her hands to the sides and slide up Carmine’s skirt.
Victor watched the two silently struggle. Carmine was helpless and made only little gasps under Meredith. The larger woman had trapped her hands down to her sides and her feet were in between Carmine’s. Controlling Carmine’s wrists, Meredith slide the helpless woman’s panties down slowly.
Meredith released her and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said made Carmine stop struggling her arms as she writhed.
She turned her head. “Come, Victor.”
He already had moved in next to them and now he moved behind Carmine. Victor wondered what she said to make her calm, and hoped charges weren’t about to be pressed. His cock leapt out and flopped along grazing Carmine’s bubbly ass.
She jumped feeling it but Meredith kept her from moving.
“Get down, a real relationship is give and take.” Meredith pushed Carmine by her shoulders to her knees. She stood over her and used her hip to push the back of her head over and onto him.
Carmine seemed to be in shock as she started to numbly give him a blowjob. Victor thought if anyone ever was shocked to find themselves sucking someone off, they would look like Carmine. Her style was uninspired. She used more of her lips then tongue and bobbed her mouth like a pussy.
“That’s why you can’t keep a man! Use your throat. Let him have your body. That’s exactly what your doing is using your body on his. You’re not good enough for Victor this way.” Meredith said pushing her in harder.
She ruthlessly backed off Carmine and threw her onto his cock. Tears flowed down her face wrecking her carefully applied makeup. “This is the pleasure of giving.” She said after ramming them together for a few minutes. Victor was already quite hard and his cock was covered in the thick saliva found in Carmine’s throat.
Meredith pulled off Carmine and bent her over the desk. “This is the pleasure of receiving.” She bent in and pushed her nose into Carmine’s ass as she sloughed around and burrowed her face into her forcefully.
Carmine danced on her face panting open mouthed. Meredith had picked her feet off the floor with the force of her face pushing in. Carmine started to slap the desk and finally with a keening wail she let out a gush that flowed out on Meredith.
She sagged and limply fell across the desk in a heap as Meredith untangled herself and stood.
“What did you tell her?” Victor asked curious.
“I told her if she relaxed she would enjoy it and keep her job.”
“Wow that’s pretty bold of you. They call that coercion.” He added.
“It was important, and I feel it will make her better.” Meredith replied as she stroked Carmines ass. Carmine shivered and sobbed but didn’t move. “Are you satisfied? Do you want more Carmine? Can you take more?”
“Please, be gentle with me.” She said quietly and tried pulling up her knees onto the desk and raising her ass.
“This is what you want?” Victor asked taking off his pants and pulling her to the side.
“Yes.” She hissed as he slid her up on the corner of the desk. He had her squat so her knees were straddling the desk and her clit bore the weight of her body on the corner of the desk. He pulled her arms back bending the elbows and bringing her hands to the back of her neck. He interlaced a few of her fingers, and with one hand he held them there, with his other hand, Victor brought his cock up to her drooling hole.
“Carmine, you want this cock?” He asked to be sure.
“Yes Vic, please.” She pleaded hoarsely.
He pushed into her and was surprised at her tightness. After the usual struggle, her body took his width fine, but he bottomed out less than halfway inside her. Her pussy was not as hot as Meredith’s was, nor as snug and accommodating, but it was wet from her earlier explosion and let him glide in and out fairly easily. He shoved against the back wall of her pussy claiming more space for himself inside her. Carmine started wriggling under him and her feet slid out from under her as she tried to move off of him.
“Aww, what the hell Carmine? Do you want this dick or not?” He hissed pushing further into her struggling body. Her legs straightened behind him and her ass clenched.
He paused and leaned into her ear. “Hold still.” He soothed and pushed her down on the desk as she started panicking.
He heaved into her pushing harder and deeper in a building rhythm. He had the ability to fuck her for days and showed it by setting a brutal speed that left her flopping on the table like an electrocuted fish. Behind him, Meredith shut the office door and turned back to watch.
Carmine bucked her head up and froze with a quiet orgasm after a few minutes as Victor continued to slam her. After ten minutes, she silently arched onto her face and hips as her body locked up and he felt another liquid explosion douse his cock and balls. Meredith watched her pupils dance in drunken circles under her wrecked makeup and half closed eyelids. After she came down, the once proud Latina loudly hyperventilated trying to get down her oxygen deficit.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith asked almost cruelly.
“Oh god, you’re gonna kill me.” She moaned.
Victor chuckled at her still keeping up his pace. “Mercy, Carmine. Do you want mercy?” His voice was flat, even, and sounded bored despite his Herculean effort. Her spasming pussy was wet as ever but he could feel it starting to swell around him from the abuse.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Vic, you’re the man! Mercy.”
Victor pulled back and Meredith came to him immediately. Meredith quite transparently, was checking to see if he came. Satisfied, she stood and hugged him tightly, pressing her full body into him.
“How long will you be able to concentrate with that level of satisfaction?” Meredith asked from Victor’s side. Carmine huffed and didn’t move as twitches ran up and down her body.
She slumped over trying to right herself before replying. “I’ll work late tonight, I’ll come in this weekend, and I won’t go out. Is he going to do me like that again?”
“Likely. This weekend won’t work however.” Meredith said from behind him as she walked around to her desk. She paused looking at Carmines face in the light from the computer. “You should really clean yourself up.”
“Right, I just need a little moment.” Carmine pulled herself back onto the floor and sunk down to squat at the front of the desk. Her pussy made a burp as it was compressed and released air. “Damn, how long has it been?”
Outside the hooting, giggling, and murmurs of returning coworkers came through muffled from the work area outside. Some of the girls had large bags of family sized servings from their favorite restaurant and a nearby deli. The group set them out and scattered the boxes on a conference table.
“Shit.” Carmine said watching her co-workers serve themselves. She was trapped in.
“You’ll have to hurry. Perhaps you can be clever.” Meredith chided.
Victor noticed a budding smile.
Carmine rose and skulked to the door. She straightened what she could of her dress and looked at her reflection in the glass. She lowered her head and dashed out past her eating laughing co-workers. Only Misty the receptionist got a good look at her, the others only saw her flee holding her face.
“Oh my god! Was she fired?” a voice in the gaggle wondered aloud. They impotently repeated what they saw and eulogized their supposedly sacked comrade as they continued to eat. Carmine joined them in a few moments without makeup and heartily dug into the food spinning a story between bites.
In the shadows of her office, Meredith stood behind Victor and had swung her arms around his waist and softly chewed at his shoulder blade while looking at her employees.

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House Slave on Hopkins Plantation

near the hay bales stands Hanna, in her usual position…waiting for me patiently. Her burlap dress drawn up about her waist and her leggings drawn down and laying on one ankle. Barefoot, her legs splayed wide, eyes staring ahead.

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Dan-NowBitch

The evening was cool as Dan made his way down the deserted park path. It ran parallel to a park
street, which was hidden behind a set of trees. He adjusted his backpack, hoisting it up higher on his back.
School had been rough today. Ben Hanes had picked on him again. The sixth grader loved to pick on him,
Dan Freeman, a fifth grader.
Dan reached up and touched the swelling bruise that surrounded his left eye. His parents wouldn’t
be happy to see it. His mother would sigh and look disappointed that he wasn’t standing up for himself,
and his father would shout at him about how he was such a coward.
Footsteps sounded behind him, and Dan glanced over his shoulder, seeing two men walking
behind him. He turned back around, only for a man to jump out from the trees, shoving him backwards.
Immediately the three men were on Dan, grabbing him and yanking his backpack off him and throwing it
into the woods. Dan opened his mouth and screamed, but it was cut off by a plastic ball being shoved
into his mouth. Leather bands wrapped around his head from the ball and one of the men fastened the
straps behind his head. His hands were pulled painfully behind his back and Dan watched as the man who
had pushed him handed one of the other men a pair of leather handcuffs.
The cuffs were tightly snapped around his wrists and the men put him on his feet before dragging
him off the path, through the trees to the deserted road where a van was stopped on the side. The side of
the windowless van slid open and Dan was tossed in, jarring his shoulder slightly as he landed. The men
jumped in after him, slammed the door shut and yelled at the driver to go. The van burned rubber as it left
the side of the road.
Dan looked up at the men. They weren’t wearing masks, two of them had brown hair and the
other had black. They were wearing sturdy, but dark clothes, and they were grinning at each other. Grins
that sent shivers up Dan’s spine.
“Look at him,” the black haired man said. “So pretty.” He ran a hand over Dan’s leg, and Dan
jerked back. The men laughed and the driver glanced at them through the rearview mirror.
“He is a pretty one,” the driver commented. “Lucky for us you happened to spot him, yeah,
Steve?” Steve, one of the brown haired men, chuckled and ran a hand over Dan’s face.
“I have an eye for the pretty ones,” Steve said. He picked something up and dangled it in front of
Dan. “Do you see this, boy? This is your new collar. Do you like it?” Dan shook his head and struggled to
put as much distance between him and the men, but he backed up against the side of the van and the three
men surrounded him.
“Sit him up, Phil,” Steve ordered. Phil, the last brown haired man, grabbed Dan’s smooth blond
hair and yanked him into a sitting position. Dan moaned into the ball gag and Steve wrapped the collar
around Dan’s neck, cinching it snuggly and padlocking it on.
“This collar,” Steve said, “means you belong to us now. You’re not your parents, or yourself.
You’re ours. Got that little bitch?”
“Look, we even put your new name on it,” the black haired man, whose name was Gage, said. He
flicked a small dog tag. “It says BITCH. You’re our bitch now.”
Dan blinked and tears fell down his cheeks. He squealed and fought against his handcuffs as
Gage unzipped the boy’s pants and put his hand down his underwear. Dan closed his eyes and a muffled
sob escaped. He gasped as Steve grabbed his hair and shook him.
“Open your eyes, Bitch!” Steve hissed. “We want you to watch everything we do to you.” Dan’s
eyes flew open and he was forced to watch as Dan fondled him. Dan kicked at the men, but Steven and
Phil sat on his legs, keeping them spread.
“Undress him!” The driver, Aaron, cried. He looked at them through the mirror again. “I want to
see his ass.”
Dan screamed against the gag as his shoes, socks, and jeans were pulled from his body, and his
shirt ripped to shreds. His underwear was torn from his body, and Dan sobbed as Gage continued to play
with his penis.
“This is a good size for someone so small,” Phil said. “What do you say, Gage? Four inches?”
“Four,” Gage agreed. “It’ll get bigger.” He continued to stroke it. “A bigger dick means this boy
will get taller. And get a bigger dick.” Dan moaned as something moved through his body, something
electrifying that went from his penis and up and down his body. His penis slowly started to get harder,
and the men started to laugh.
“He’s enjoying this,” Steve cried. “I knew you were a whore, the moment I saw you.” Gage
started stroking faster and faster and Dan felt his hips involuntarily buck. Gage stopped immediately and
Dan moaned at the lost contact, while more tears of fear and humiliation ran down his face. He didn’t
want any of this, but why was his body do this? Phil pulled something out of his pocket, and stretched it
around Dan’s cock, moving it to the base.
“There!” Phil slapped Dan’s penis. “Now you’ll stay hard.” Dan cried in pain at the slap and the
man shoved him to the floor, laying him there while they pulled out cigarettes and lit them.
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What seemed like hours later, the van stopped in the driveway of a large house in the middle of a
forest. Dan was pulled from the van, and a leash attached to his collar. More tears streamed down his
face, joining with the drool that had fallen from his open mouth. The men brought him into the house and
down into what was supposed to be a basement, but to Dan, looked like something from the pictures in
his history book from the Middle Ages. There weren’t stone walls, but there were chains on the cement
walls, and other large objects that looked like torture instruments.
“This will be your new home, Bitch,” Aaron said. “Let’s get him set up.”
Dan’s hands were uncuffed and a large bar was brought forward. His hands were forced through
two small holes on either end of the bar, and his head forced through a central large hole. The bar was
tightened and Dan bent over. A chain attached to his collar from the ceiling, keeping him from falling
over. Another bar was put between his legs, attached to his ankles, and the men began to pull his butt
cheeks apart, and poke at his ass hole. Dan squealed and yelled through the gag, trying to make them
stop. He tried to move, but couldn’t move very much, and a sharp sting settled across his back. Dan
screamed and Phil sauntered in front of him, lazily swinging a whip. Dan cringed as he cracked it.
“You will not fight us,” Phil said. “Everything will go much quicker and easier if you cooperate.”
The ball gag was removed from his mouth.
“Please!” Dan cried. “Please let me go! I won’t tell anyone!”
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“Shut up, Bitch!” Gage shouted, slapping Dan’s ass. “Who’s first?”
“I drew the largest straw this morning,” Aaron said. “Me. Whoever’s in the hole can use his
Aaron moved behind Dan and Dan heard a zipper be pulled down, and felt spit hit his ass.
“No!” Dan cried as he felt Aaron’s cock push against his ass hole. “No! Please stop!” He
screamed as Aaron shoved in, and felt his balls hit him. Dan screamed again as Aaron began to pump in
and out, moaning.
“I got the second largest,” Phil said. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a large cock, nine or so
inches, that was rock hard and leaking precum. “Open your mouth, Bitch.”
Dan shut his mouth. Phil used the whip again, causing Dan to scream, and he shoved his cock
into the boy’s mouth.
Dan couldn’t breath as the cock moved into his throat. He struggled against his bonds and
gagged. Phil tipped his head back and sighed.
“Oh this is amazing!” Phil cried. “That’s it, Bitch. Gag on my cock!” He bucked in and Dan
gagged, his mouth closing on the cock. Phil yelled in pain and pulled out, slapping Dan hard, splitting his
lip.
“Bitch just bit me!” Phil growled. He lifted the whip and brought it down across Dan’s
back. “You’re going to pay for that!”
“I’m sorry!” Dan cried. “I didn’t mean—,” he screamed as Phil began to whip him mercilessly,
the whip snapping and snapping with no rests in between. Aaron continued to rape him from behind,
gripping his hips and making Dan scream harder along with the whips. Suddenly, Aaron sped up and
yelled.
“Oh . . . that’s it!” Aaron shouted. Dan sobbed as he felt hot, wet liquid-like stuff enter him.
Aaron patted his ass and Phil stopped whipping him.
“Bitch’s got a tight ass,” Aaron said, pulling out. “And look, the little cunt whore’s a bleeder
too.” The men gathered around Dan’s ass and stared as cum and blood tripped from his hole. Dan sobbed.
“It’s my turn now,” Phil said. “And you’re going to pay for biting me, Bitch!”
“I’m sorry!” Dan cried again. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry I won’t do it again.”
“You better not,” Gage said, moving to Dan’s mouth, holding his rock hard cock in his
hand. “But I think I’ll help you a bit.” Dan sobbed harder as Gage pushed a metal ring into his mouth,
pulling the leather straps around his head and buckling it tightly. Now he couldn’t close his mouth. More
drool ran down his chin, mixing with his tears.
Gage shoved his dick into Dan’s mouth, instantly choking him. Phil gripped the boy’s hips and
rammed his cock up Dan’s ass, making the boy scream. Phil began to brutally pummel the boy’s ass,
making him move back and forth on Gage’s cock, letting the man stand there enjoying the sensation.
Finally Gage grabbed Dan by the hair and held him still while he stabbed his cock further down his throat
and stopped, pressing his stomach against Dan’s nose. Phil continued to thrust, but it hurt more now that
Dan couldn’t move.
Dan tried to struggle against the cock in his mouth. It was hard to breathe. He could feel the
man’s pubes against his face, scratching at him slightly. He couldn’t breathe! He opened and shut his
hands to try and signal that he couldn’t breathe, and he looked up as best as he could. Gage’s head was
thrown back and his eyes were closed.
“Better pull out, Gage,” Steve said. “Don’t want Bitch passing out.”
Gage pulled all the way out and Dan gasped in air, screaming as Phil cummed inside him. Phil
sighed and patted the red welts appearing on Dan’s back.
“What a good bitch, Bitch,” Phil murmured. Gage hurried behind Dan and was slamming himself
into Dan the moment Phil had stepped aside. Steven appeared at Dan’s face. He held his cock forward.
“Put it in your mouth, Bitch,” Steven said. “Now!” Dan sobbed and shook his head. Steven
grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. “Put it in your mouth now!” Dan sniffed and yelled in pain as a
vicious cock stab by Gage, but stretched his neck and took the head of Steven’s cock in his mouth. Steven
push himself in farther, but not all the way.
“Now, suck, Bitch!” Steven ordered. “And don’t stop until I say so.” Dan cried as he sucked, the
taste of the man’s precum salty and bitter, the smell of the man’s cock disgusting with stale piss.
“That’s it . . . ,” Steven murmured. “Just like that.” He pushed more cock in, entering Dan’s
throat. The boy gagged, and stopped sucking. Steven slapping him.
“Keep sucking!” Steven shouted. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” Dan started sucking as best as he
could and Steven patted his head. “Good whore.”
Gage yelled out as he cummed in Dan.
“I won’t use his ass right now,” Steven said. “Put a butt plug in.” Dan couldn’t see the others
move, but he felt something cold and big press against his hole. He moaned against Steven’s cock, trying
to talk. Steven yelled.
“Oh! That’s amazing! You’re a natural cock-sucker, Bitch!” Dan felt the object pass into his ass
and stay there. It hurt. It felt too big. Dan could feel the cum still in him.
“I’m close!” Steven cried. He grabbed Dan’s hair again. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, Bitch.
When I do, you’re going to swallow it, understand?”
Dan whimpered.
“Good. Here . . . here . . . !” Steven shouted and Dan felt hot salty liquid-like stuff enter his
mouth. He started gulping, afraid that he’d drown in it if he didn’t. Some leaked out the sides of his
mouth and he sobbed.
Steven pulled out, wiping his wet cock on Dan’s cheeks, mixing the cum with saliva.
“I think he’s had enough for now,” Steven said. “Let’s get him settled.”
“Look, he’s still hard!” Aaron said, flicking Dan’s dick. “That ring worked really well.”
“Perhaps we should relieve him,” Gage said, removing the ring. He began to stroke Dan. “What’s
your name, boy?” Steven removed the metal ring from Dan’s mouth.
“D-Dan,” Dan whispered. He was slapped and Gage pinched his balls.
“Wrong answer,” Phil said. “What is it? We told you earlier. We’ve been calling you it. Tell us
your name and we’ll let you cum.” Dan moaned at the feeling of the hand stroking him. He involuntarily
bucked his hips.
“What’s your name?” Aaron asked.
“D-Dan.”
Gage stopped stroking him and Dan whimpered. He didn’t want it, he didn’t! His body just
wasn’t listening to him!
Aaron began to gently massage the head of Dan’s dick and the boy whimpered, his muscles
clenching as he neared completion. Aaron stopped before he could come and Dan sobbed.
“Please!” Dan cried. “Please! Help me!”
“We will, but you have to tell us your name,” Steven said. Dan lowered his head. “What’s your
name?” Aaron continued to gently massage Dan’s head, stopping when he was close to cumming.
Dan whimpered.
“B-Bitch,” he whispered. He gasped as Aaron began to wildly stroke his dick and suddenly Dan
fell over an edge he’d never fallen over before. It was the more beautiful feeling in the world, it was like
he was on top of the world!
“Not much cum at this age,” Phil commented. “But he’ll get there.”
Dan sobbed and Steven grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into the man’s eyes.
“You’re name is Bitch,” Steven repeated. “This is your life. Your purpose is to please all of us.
You will forget your old life. You’ll forget your parents, your friends and teachers, and everything that
you’ve learned in school. You belong to us and you will always belong to us. We will use you, and we
will let others use you. Do you understand, Bitch? This is your life now. Embrace it.”
Dan sobbed and closed his eyes.
“Look at me!” Steven shouted. Dan opened his eyes, face paling in fear. “Good. From now you
will either call us Sir, or Daddy. You will do everything we say or you will be punished.”
“Yes,” Dan whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And the other one.” Dan sniffed and whimpered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Steven smiled, a sinister, leering smile and he released Dan’s chin, allowing his head to drop.
“Let’s tie Bitch up for the night,” Steven said. Dan was unlocked from his position and he
crumpled to the ground. A penis gag was shoved into his mouth, the rubber cock falling into his throat.
Dan choked and panicked as the gag was locked in place.
“Relax the throat and breathe through your nose,” Gage instructed as they hogtied him, cinching
his back into an arch. “You better learn the technique quick or we won’t be happy.” The man laughed as
they left Dan on the floor, went upstairs, and turned the lights off. Dan was plunged into darkness, and his
new life.

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Angel: Destroyed by Dad parts 5, 6, and End

Part 5
After all the men had dumped their seed during my first ever gang bang, they took a break and went to the living room to watch more porn and drink some more. I fell into a fitful sleep on the bed while the strangers’ cum oozed out of my holes. I’m not sure how long they were gone for, but after awhile a few of them came back into the room, rousing me from my light sleep. I felt starved and thirsty; immediately the pain in my restrained arms came back. The masked men stared down at me as I awakened, fear coming right back to me. I recognized my dad by voice as the men talked amongst themselves.
“Jack, do we have to keep her tied up? And what about her mouth, I want her mouth, too…” said the guy with the red mask on.
“Hmm, well Eddie, I guess there are enough of us here to keep her in the room if we unbound her. I don’t think she could escape us. As far as cock sucking, she may try to bite your dick off. Unless you have a gun you’re hiding up in your naked gut somewhere?” My eyes widened as I heard my dad say that. He was horrible! Even Eddie’s eyebrows raised at that. My dad left the room, and to my horror, came back with a handgun. I froze in fear.
“Now Jack…” said Eddie.
“It’s fine, Eddie,” said Dad. “Angel, if I untie your arms and mouth, are you going to cooperate?” Dad asked. I nodded, eager to be free from my restraints. Dad walked over and began releasing my arms from the bed. He pointed the gun at my head. “Now. I don’t want you saying a single word. Do you understand? Not one. I have this gun here. You don’t see a bullet, right? ‘Cause the bullet is in the gun. Okay?” my father said to me. I began crying hard but staying very quiet as I nodded. A few more men walked into the room.
“This is gonna be great,” said Dad, still aiming the gun at me as I rubbed my sore wrists and struggled to my feet only to be pushed down on my knees on the carpet. “First, some cock sucking lessons. Angel, get on your knees in front of Eddie. Look up at him. See his cock? You’re gonna put that inside your mouth. Do it, now. Start with the tip.”
I gingerly moved in front of Eddie, my teary eyes looking up at his, which were on my jiggling tits with lust. My hands were shaking, wrists and arms so sore as I raised them to his sweaty cock and balls. The balls were soft in my hands, and fuzzy. He sighed a little at my touch. Dad backed up a little as I raised the cockhead to my lips and tasted the nasty stranger’s prick. I shrieked when I felt the cold metal of the gun on my wet pussy lips. I turned around to see Dad putting the barrel of the gun in my cunt. Eddie grabbed my hair roughly, forcing my attention on his cock. My mouth was so dry, the only lubrication was my tears.
Eddie’s prick was salty in my mouth, not a bad taste, but not a good one either. I inserted another inch, holding the base of it, stroking him and sucking him like I’d seen in so many pornos. Soon I was swallowing his cock down to the base while cupping his balls. He began moaning and fucking my face, forcing his prick into my throat. Several other masked men stepped up around him, their own hard dicks out in my face for sucking. My dad kept the gun in my pussy as Tom grabbed me off of Eddie’s dick and forced me on my knees in front of his own. I was breathless, terrified, feeling chills through my entire body.
Through my tears, I looked up at Tom while I choked his cock down. He looked away while he began building up a pace within my mouth. I was then pulled away from his dick, and another cock was forced in my face, I don’t know whose. My hair was disheveled and completely in my eyes. I sucked blindly and grabbed balls and stroked cocks while Dad kept the cold gun barrel inside my wet pussyhole.
I was choking on Jim’s cock when he said, “Damn, somebody get this bitch a glass of water. I can feel how thirsty she is, her mouth is so dry on my cock!” Somebody left the room and got a glass of tap water for me, which I chugged down immediately. Jim forced his cock back in my mouth after I drank the water. It went in easier now, and wasn’t quite so difficult with some lubrication.
Pretty soon Jim was being pushed away and another cock was stuffed in my mouth. I felt my dad remove his gun from my poor pussy and replace it instead with his cock. He began fucking me from behind while I was on my sore hands and knees sucking various pricks. The men were groaning with my oral and manual attention.
Dad began fucking me with a rapid pace, his balls swinging against my asscheeks while he thrust into his daughter’s cunt again and again. His hands hard on my hips. He started slapping my asscheeks, alternating between the two, as he fucked me fast and hard. I felt sore, and so tired, so hungry… Very soon I was thirsty again, sucking the cocks of all of these men simultaneously was tough work and totally non-consensual.
Pretty soon I felt Dad shoot his load into my womb again, his meat pulsating deep within me. He stayed still for a few moments and then pulled out, his prick quickly replaced with someone else’s, I couldn’t tell whose it was since they were behind me. The new fucker pounded me hard and fast as well– I knew they had all taken some of Dad’s “little blue sex pills.” I choked on the cock in front of me, it being forced down into my gullet. Looking up through my messy hair I saw it was the purple masked man, Joel, I think. He was staring down at me, burying his prick in my throat, his balls against my chin.
Joel was shoved out of the way by Bob, who rammed his hard prick into my mouth and fucked my face hard while tugging on my hair. His balls slapped against my face with the force of his thrusting into my throat. I gagged and sputtered, feeling dizzy. The pounding in my pussy from behind continued. I could feel the cock inside me erupt, and quickly it was pulled out and another replacing it in seconds. I felt cum dribbling out of my pussy.
While Bob’s cock was in my mouth, another guy tried forcing his prick in there too– I looked up, it was Tom, with his long prick pointed upwards at my face. Bob withdrew his cock from my throat a little so Tom could get his meat in my mouth along with Bob’s. There were two pricks in my mouth, another fucking my pussy. Soon the pussyfucker shot his load and Bob stepped away from my mouth and went up behind me.
Tom continued fucking my face hard while I felt Bob rub his cock all up and down my slit. I was out of breath and completely parched. Bob was pounding into me forcefully, his rod as hard as steel. The men were roughly jamming their cocks into my mouth and pulling on my hair. Bob started spanking me while he fucked me from behind. My small tits bounced against my chest with his thrusts.
Several minutes later, Bob was still fucking me and I could take no more cocks in my sore, dry mouth. My upper body collapsed against the floor, my face flat in the dirty carpet, and I passed out as I felt Bob pull his cock from my pussy and jam it into my ass.
When I came to, I was on my back on top of someone, surrounded by the crowd of masked men in Dad’s bedroom. I became aware of a hard dick up in my asshole as I was forced up and down on it, my pussy bulging open and oozing sperm. Jim was standing in front of me, holding his cock in his hand. He was about to fuck me while someone else was in my ass! I was about to be double penetrated!
“No…” I said, my voice scratchy and a whisper. Jim paid no attention as he aimed his prick at my pussy. The hard meat parted my wet slit and slid in a few inches. I gasped, he was so thick and long! Meanwhile whoever was fucking my ass slowed down so Jim could get himself inside me. Tears began welling up in my eyes again with the brutal assault. My ass felt split, full of man meat, and now Jim was stuffing his uncut prick in my poor teen pussy!
Jim was inside me about halfway, both men groaning as they pushed themselves in me. My stuffed asshole made my pussy feel even tighter around Jim’s large cock, and Jim stuffing my pussy made my ass feel tighter around the cock lodged up in my bowels. I moaned with the pain of being double stuffed. Jim bent down and began kissing my neck, then to my horror, kissing me on my lips. I tried tossing my head around to prevent him from kissing my face, but he held my head in his hands so he could forcefully kiss me.
The man underneath me groaned while fucking my ass. He and Jim began alternately fucking in and out of my used holes. I could feel previous sperm deposits oozing down my legs. Everyone else in the room were jacking their hard cocks to the sight of me getting double penetrated on the floor. Double raped. There was my dad, staring evilly at me from the corner, his hard meat in his hand as he rapidly wanked it. The asshole winked at me as he saw me glaring at him.
Jim began pounding my pussy hard, groaning on top of me, sweat glistening on his hard body. I could only see half of his face since he had the black mask on. He closed his eyes in obvious ecstasy as he fucked me hard, enjoying the feeling of his cock buried in my pussy while another prick was stuck secure in my ass. I closed my eyes too, wishing the assault would soon end.
Suddenly Jim went still inside my womb. He was unloading another dose of cum up inside me! I groaned with the feeling of my insides being so stuffed. Jim’s cum oozed out of me as he withdrew his cock. The man in my ass fucked me hard for a few minutes while the other guys debated which one would step up to fuck my cunt next.
I closed my eyes as someone else stood over top of me and straddled my body, cock hard and ready for my unprotected hole. My breath caught in my throat as my pussy was immediately filled up with one hard thrust. I could tell from the cock that it was Tom; his cock pointed upwards and I could feel it stimulating me in areas where the other men’s cocks didn’t reach. A moan involuntarily escaped my lips as Tom fucked me hard, his balls swinging wildly as he grunted with the efforts.
“Fuck, you are an amazing cunt, little girl…” Tom said through clenched teeth. He was fucking me deep, his pubic mound grinding hard against mine. I cried out as he began squeezing my tits hard and then tonguing them and sucking my nipples. “Ugh, God, I love fucking you while Joel is buried up in your ass, it makes your sweet pussy even tighter!” he laughed.
The men groaned as they fell into a smooth rhythm fucking my holes. Soon both of them were grunting as they unloaded their cum in my asshole and pussy almost simultaneously. Tom quickly pulled his dripping cock from my cunt and Eddie was pulling me over to him as he lay on his back on the floor. He forced me to sit on top of his prick, and bounced me up and down on his cock for a few minutes. My face was smashed into his chest as he held me down tightly to him.
I felt someone step up behind me and press a cock to my ass again. Eddie held me hard against him as I squirmed with the force of my ass being split open once more. My ass was slapped while my asshole was being filled up. I cried as I lifted my head slightly, the eyes of all the men in the room on me lustfully while they observed my torment and couldn’t wait to get back inside me. My father, the instigator, one of them. Jacking his hard prick at the sight of his daughter’s forced gang fuck.
Eddie’s cock went further up in my womb as my ass was stuffed with meat. The cock in my rectum was soon buried fully, balls pressing against my ass. Whoever was fucking my ass began pounding me hard — Eddie couldn’t even fuck me, he had to stay still in my cunt while the assfucker pounded away at me from behind. Eddie just closed his eyes with the bliss of being in my teen cunt.
The guy in my ass pounded hard and fast for a few more minutes before I felt his cock pulse in my bowels and spurts of cum began shooting into my bowels once more. My insides were coated with cum. There was groaning as the cock spermed inside me. Eddie remained still underneath me while the man in my ass finished dumping his load, then pulled out of me abruptly. I moaned as another man stepped up and started fucking my ass immediately.
This went on for what seemed like eternity. I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness and my body was pulled around in all directions and stuffed with numerous pricks. My body felt too weak to endure much more. At some point, after what seemed like dozens of loads of cum were injected into my body, I felt myself being lifted onto the bed. The room had emptied.
There was a pause, then my father appeared over my body, again about to fuck my young, destroyed pussy. I was so out of it that I was hardly aware of the feeling of his prick sinking back into my warm, cum-soaked hole. There was the weight of his body on top of me once more. His prick easily fucked in and out of my wet cunt. He was grunting with the effort, his body sweating atop mine as he stared hard into my eyes.
A few minutes later I felt my dad slam as deep into me as he could, his cock pulsing once more as he released his sperm in his daughter’s womb. While his cock throbbed inside me, I hatefully glared at him.
“You know, Dad, my dog is a much better fuck than you,” I said. And then he hit me hard in the face, and everything went black as I passed out again, this time for hours.
Part 6
Dad had me locked back up in the cage, leaving me shivering in the basement, feeding me bread, pudding, water, and apple juice occasionally, and fucking my pussy every night for hours. My subsistence had become a hellish extreme; enduring daily rapings while being held captive like an animal at the hands of my father. I was now uncertain how much time had gone by since I was first restrained in the basement that fateful, warm summer night.
My belly had become swollen, and I knew it was most likely my father’s child developing inside me. I cried myself to sleep every night after Dad was finished depositing his seed in my pregnant womb. It had probably been a few months since he caught me fucking the dog out back and began holding me captive as some kind of punishment. I didn’t know how much more I could take…
He had been arranging weekly gang bangs with masked men, charging them to do whatever they want to me the whole night long. The men fucked my ass and pussy and forced their cocks in my mouth. One night they ended the gang bang by pissing on me and actually inside my pussy. During the last one, I recognized some of my male relatives by voice: Uncle Donald, sperming again and again in my ass, he didn’t fuck my pussy once. My older male cousin Peter, who sucked my nipples the entire time he fucked my cunt. My grandfather– my dad’s dad, another drunk asshole like his son. His horrible, wrinkly body pressing down on his teen granddaughter, making me gag into my gag.
Since my body was now clearly showing signs of pregnancy, Dad was now more frequently lining men up to fuck his teen daughter. I overheard him saying how it was so easy to find men who’d pay to fuck a pregnant girl. Apparently a lot of men were turned on by the thought of fucking a pregnant pussy. Dad began arranging for a few different men to have sex with me every night, charging them hundreds of dollars each. He had to be accumulating a small fortune by prostituting his daughter. I felt I had become a sex slave in my own childhood home.
The men ran their rough hands all over my swollen belly as they plunged their cock in and out of my pussy and ass. Squeezing my sore tits, suckling my nipples, trying to encourage milk to spurt out. Each time, I was restrained on Dad’s bed with a ball gag in my mouth. Dad would escort the man to the room and then leave him to do whatever he wanted with me. If there was a gang bang, Dad would join in of course. The men seemed to fuck me more passionately knowing I was full of child.
One night Dad decided to do something a little different. He put a dog collar on me with a leash and some handcuffs around my wrists and forced me to the bedroom floor. A group of men were standing around, all wearing cheap colored masks. I heard my beloved Golden Retriever Beefy down in the basement barking. But I could hear the barks of other dogs, too, coming from outside somewhere…
“Manny, go get your dog from your truck, man,” said my dad. “Let’s get this bitch fucked!” he laughed. I raised me eyebrows. Dad was going to let me get dog fucked? My heart began beating fast– this I would actually enjoy! Not the rapings I’d been enduring at the hands of men!
“I want to fuck her first, come on let us fuck her first before the dogs do,” said the one called Manny, rubbing his cock. All the men were nude except for the masks, all sporting hard cocks for me.
“Alright, yeah, that’s fine — fuck her preggo cunt all you want,” said Dad with a chuckle. The men queued up over me as I sat handcuffed on the floor. One of them pushed me to my back and quickly spread my legs, caressing my hard belly while he pressed his prickhead to my cunthole. I gasped as he shoved himself hard up in my womb. He grunted like an animal as he quickly worked up a sweat over my petite body. Someone else was holding the leash. Men were jacking their cocks in my face as I looked up blankly.
The man fucking my cunt unloaded the first dose of sperm to my pussy for the gang bang, and within seconds of his cock being pulled out it was replaced with someone else’s. I could tell from the voice that it was my Uncle Jason! His body hairy, covering mine as he shoved his prick into my hole and moaned on top of me. His cock erupted jets of sperm within minutes, lubricating my cunt very well for man #3 of the evening.
My cunt was quickly stuffed again full of meat, this man now sucking my nipples hard and holding my hips firmly as his rod plunged in and out of my wet pussyhole. He kissed my neck while fucking me, making me squirm underneath him. My handcuffed wrists were being held up over my head as I was being pounded on my back. His prick began spurting deep in my womb several minutes later.
The rest of the men took a turn, a dozen of them in all plus my dad. My pussy oozed with all of the loads of cum inside. Finally one of them walked out, and when he came back in he was holding the collar of a strong looking brindle-colored pit bull. I was forced onto my knees and elbows on the floor, ass in the air. The dog was excited. He was led behind me where one of the men instructed him to lick my ass and pussy slit. Immediately the dog slurped his long tongue out at my cum filled cunt and I moaned loudly.
The long tongue felt like heaven on my abused pussy. All this time I’d been raped repeatedly and none of the men were thoughtful enough to eat my pussy out to give me some pleasure before rutting away inside me. I shuddered as the dog began licking my entire slit, covering from asshole to clit in a single long slurp. My ass was raised voluntarily in the air for the dog to eat me as intensively as possible. I moaned with the pleasure of the animal’s oral attention.
“Come here, Bull, up, up,” said one of the men, calling the dog to jump up on my back. After a few playful circles around me, the dog followed command and jumped upon me, weighing me down with its muscular body. The dog was panting already as he started humping at my backside. I wiggled my ass around, feeling the hard nub of the dog’s cock starting to come out of his sheath.
The dog started humping wildly, stabbing his prick into my asscrack and at my asscheeks. I was on my hands and knees like a bitch, trying to get the beast to insert his prick into my cunthole. Men I hated– dogs I loved!
Unfortunately, the tip of the dog’s prick felt the warmth of my asshole, and feeling my orifice around his knob he immediately began thrusting hard to get more of himself inside me. I grunted as I felt his hips press hard against my butt, struggling to stuff his meat in my asshole. The men were laughing as they watched the dog about to fuck my ass on the floor.
The dog, called Bull by the men, started humping me with an intensely rapid pace, reminding me of the night Beefy fucked my ass and Dad found me tied to him in the backyard. I moaned as the prick began growing inside my asshole. The dog’s forceful pounding was pushing me all around the carpet, rug-burn beginning to make my knees hurt.
Meanwhile, as Bull fucked me fast, I felt his prick getting even longer up my ass, reaching for my bowels to unload his cum. I was whimpering below him while being dominated by the big, strong dog. The men were laughing and cheering as the dog was effectively making me his bitch. I could feel the knot swelling up inside me, making me feel even more bloated and pregnant. One of the assholes was filming the ordeal.
About 10 minutes since the animal started fucking me, his knot felt impossibly swollen, filling me to capacity. Then the dog went still over top of me, panting hard in my ear. His cock suddenly twitched deep in my rectum and I felt it explode with cum up in my guts. I groaned as I felt the hot liquid gush out of his prick and into my ass.
“Yeah! I think he’s cumming in her! Yeah Bull, sperm up inside that bitch of yours!” yelled one guy.
“Fuck that ass, yeah, fuck that ass, fuck that pregnant whore…” another was hissing through clenched teeth as he jerked his prick hard.
“That’s fucking hot, ugh, look at that slut, knotted to that fucking big dog. Roger, make sure you zoom in close up on her stuffed ass! Fuck!” said another guy as he also masturbated his cock furiously at the sight of me tied to the dog. The guy filming walked behind me to get an up close shot of my stuffed asshole and bulging pregnant belly.
A few minutes later and the dog began struggling on top of my back, trying to get his prick and knot out of my ass. I shrieked as he turned ass to ass with me and tried to pull away, his knotted cock tugging on my insides. One of the men walked up and slapped my ass and the others laughed. Another one came up and unloaded his cum on my asscheek, then slapped my ass hard where his sperm puddle was, making the cum he deposited splatter all over me and the dog.
While the animal was still in my ass, one of the men slid underneath of me and began trying to stuff his prick in my cunt while the dog was in my ass! This made the dog struggle more to get out of me. I screamed as he pulled again, his knot still lodged inside me. The man who was underneath me now was holding me close to him while his prick searched around for my cunt under my hard pregnant belly. I felt the man’s cock push into my cunthole and stab up into my womb. Again, the pit bull struggled to pull himself out of me. The man groaned with pleasure as he felt the pressure of the dog’s cock and knot in my ass.
Shortly after though the dog was able to finally pull his cock and large knot from my ass — I turned around to see the animal’s long red cock dripping cum, coated with sperm, with a huge knot about the size of my fist. I moaned as the cum began gushing out of my asshole.
“Fuck, the dog cum’s leaking all over my balls!” the guy below me exclaimed. All the men in the room laughed hard. Someone led the dog out of the room and in a few minutes another large dog was brought into the room — this was a Rottweiler, big, shiny, and black. This dog seemed to instantly get excited at the smell of sex in the room, tugging on its leash to get at me.
The man underneath me grunted as he spermed inside me and pushed me off of him roughly. I toppled over onto my back and the man holding the Rottweiler’s leash let it drop. The animal immediately bolted over to me and shoved its snout into my warm crotch. I squealed at the coolness of its nose on my pussy. The dog began licking at my cunt and I laid down on my back to give him better access. It began feeling incredibly pleasurable as his tongue lathered my pussy up good. This animal was very efficient at eating human cunt.
My moans grew louder in the room as the dog lapped my cum filled pussy steadily for a few minutes. He didn’t seem like he was interested in fucking me, though. I reached down near his cock and began rubbing his sheath as best as I could while manacled. When I saw a small red tip emerge from his belly, I spread my legs wider and one of the men encouraged the dog to jump up, placing its forepaws around my shoulders. The animal began humping at air, and I spread myself open a little wider to encourage the beast to fuck my pussy. Two men stepped up to hold my legs open wide and guide the dog’s prick to my pussyhole. I felt the hard prick stab at my slit and clit and gasped as it poked near my asshole — not again!
The men held me apart and I tried grinding my pussy at the dog’s emerging dick to get it inside me. I wanted to feel the dog prick in my cunt, not my ass! I wanted my cunt to be knotted for once! Another guy stepped up to help push the dog meat to my slit, encouraging it to fuck me. Then the dog suddenly felt the wet warmth of my pussy and lurched forward to pound into me. His front paws wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to him while his prick began entering my hole. I started moaning instantly, the prick was so hard, and I was so wet. The cum from the previous dog was leaking out of my ass, and I was being fucked now by the Rottweiler while laying in a pool of dog sperm.
My moans grew louder as the cock inside me grew, reaching for my womb. It felt so hard, like a bone. The man filming the dog sex got down on his hands and knees to film the prick filling me up. It was an intense pace, my back pressing hard against the rug as the animal struggled to get as much of himself in me as possible. I could feel the knot forming at the base of his cock, seeking to seal up my womb with the dog’s fuck juice.
I grunted as I raised my hips to meet the Rottweiler’s thrusts. The men were still holding my legs wide open, letting the dog reach deep into my hole. Small drops of drool were falling on my breasts as the animal panted over me with his incredible efforts. It seemed the prick had grown further still, reaching to my cervix, trying to deposit seed into my already pregnant womb! The dog pounded rapidly, its pace manic, the prick about to explode. Its knot felt incredible within my pussy walls. I loved it! Flashes were going off as some of the men were taking pictures of my dog prick filled pussy.
The guy filming was getting a close up of the dog about to unload sperm in me. Everyone was silent as the dog went still, its head resting on my breast. I began moaning as the cum flooded up inside me. The feeling was amazing, a hot gush of liquid coating my insides as the animal spurted inside of me for what seemed like several minutes. The cock pulsed inside me, the knot sealed most of the cum in my hole but I heard the guys exclaiming that they could see dog cum starting to ooze from me.
“Damn, this bitch will take any dog, I bet!” said one of the men. They all agreed. The Rottweiler was still on top of me, its breathing slowing now. The knot held the prick firmly in place deep in my hole. I could now feel cum trickling out of my overloaded pussy and dripping down my asscrack, joining the existing cum puddle underneath my ass. My pussy felt good so stuffed up. The meat filled me to capacity. I grinded my cunt as it was knotted to the dog, trying to make myself cum. The dog started struggling on top of me, now trying to break free as his objective of filling his bitch up was accomplished. I moaned as he tried to pull his cock and knot out but failed. He whined a little, more of his cum starting to ooze from my hole. A few minutes went by and his knot had deflated enough for him to pull it from my cunt, releasing a copious amount of semen from my hole. The men collectively gasped, laughed, and hollered when the sperm began gushing out of me.
Someone stood me up on my feet, and they took pictures and video of the cum running out of my holes and down my legs. I stood unsteadily while the men examined my stretched out holes. The Rottweiler, who had been licking his deflating cock, was soon led out of the room. I was pushed back down on my hands and knees on the cum soaked floor, and heard another big dog being led into the room several minutes later. This one was a Great Dane! The dog was huge and a light gray color; a very handsome animal.
“Come here Hercules, lick her preggo cunt, boy!” said one of the men, pushing the dog’s nose into my cunt from behind. I shivered at the cold nose touching my warm sex. Cum was still flowing from my holes. The Great Dane began licking the juices flowing from my ass and cunt. Someone spread my asscheeks to allow the animal easier access to clean my asshole. I moaned as the long, warm tongue covered my wet gash, effectively cleaning the previous cum loads from my holes to the best of its ability.
The dog was called up on my back, its huge body draping over my entire back. Once on top of me, someone pressed the dog’s hips against my ass to encourage him to hump me. I could feel the beast’s hard prick starting to twitch and rouse from its hiding place. A few minutes later and the animal was humping my backside, its balls swinging wildly at my pussy and ass. The prick was stabbing all around my holes, trying to get inside me. I wiggled my ass, trying to get the prick in my pussy.
The prickhead dug into my asscrack and slid down into my asshole, making me gasp. As the animal’s prick found a hole, he thrust his hips hard into me and began humping me rapidly. The force of the huge animal’s thrusts began pushing me around on the carpet, my knees getting further rug-burned. I cried out as I felt the massive cock growing in my shithole. The beast was huge, weighing me down as he forcefully pounded me. I didn’t like anal sex, I wanted to be fucked in the pussy! There was nothing I could do now as I was being penetrated rapidly by the large Great Dane. The animal panted loudly in my ear as he banged me hard.
My asshole stretched as its knot grew in my chute, the prick searching to unload inside me. I started shrieking as I felt the knot rammed further into my rectum, the prickhead reaching to my guts. It felt like a searing hot rod had been inserted in my asshole, tearing up my insides. After minutes of intense fucking, the dog became still, its prick could reach no further, the knot was buried in my asshole. Balls swung to a stop, and then the cock exploded inside me. Hot gushes of cum made me cry out. The cock spurted again and again, cum flooding my insides while I moaned. The dog stayed still after its cock was done erupting, knotted securely to my ass. The men were all jerking off as they watched the dog tied to its pregnant teen bitch, faces contorted as they pleasured themselves to the sight of the dog sodomizing me.
Cum was escaping my knotted hole and starting to drip down my thighs. I wiggled my ass a little, trying to encourage the dog to get off me now. He stayed still over my back for several more minutes, calming after fucking me wildly. More camera flashes were going off as the men took pictures of my stuffed asshole. I felt someone walk up to my pussy as I was tied to the dog on my hands and knees, and a cockhead was placed within my pussy slit, parting my lips just a little. Then I felt human cum spurting into my pussy while the dog was knotted to my ass. Whoever was unloading their sperm in my pussy from behind was moaning as they did so. This caused the dog to begin stirring, and the man’s cock was soon pulled away from my oozing hole and the dog started trying to pull away from me.
I moaned as the huge knot bulged in my asshole, the long prick secure in my guts. Someone started calling the dog over and the animal began dragging me behind him while trotting over to the man. I squealed as I was dragged by my asshole across the room. The men were laughing and filming away. Some of the guys started pulling my blond hair and squeezing my tits. One of the guys jerking his cock in my face suddenly spurted ropes of cum all over my face, all in my eyes. I was still knotted to the Great Dane. The other guys followed suit jerking their cocks in my face, and my face was soon covered with loads of cum. They spermed in my hair and everything, and it dripped down my forehead into my eyes and down my cheeks. I felt a load shooting into my ear and tried to pull away but was roughly held in place by my hair. Soon my entire head was covered with loads of cum.
The Great Dane pulled out of me soon after the group of men unloaded their cum all over my face. The copious amount of dog sperm that had been injected into my bowels was now flowing freely out of my asshole. Somebody reached behind me and stuck a few fingers in my ass, scooping up dog cum and then wiping it on my lips, forcing me to taste the ass-flavored dog cum. I squirmed as my asshole was being pried open for the cameras, capturing my hole filled with cum.
One of the men pulled me on top of him and started fucking my pussy and held my asscheeks wide while he did so, making globs of dog cum more effectively ooze from my ass. He bounced me up and down while the Great Dane was led out of the room. I couldn’t even feel the guys cum up in my pussy since by that point my cunt was so used up and spermed in. I was pulled off him and pushed to my back again on the floor. Another dog was brought into the room. I looked over, and my heart soared!
“Beefy!” I exclaimed weakly. As soon as he saw me he dove right between my legs– I had trained him to be an excellent cunt-eater. I moaned and writhed as he licked my pussy and cleaned my asshole with his tongue. I could feel my face crusting with the loads of cum, and felt a couple more guys unloading their cum onto my chest as Beefy ate me intensively. My moans filled the room as my beloved Golden Retriever tended to my sore holes. I hoped he’d finally fuck my pussy and unload his cum inside me!
He continued lapping me up as I grinded my pussy into his snout. I shivered as he started licking my thighs and then my bulging belly, moving up to lick the cum puddles off my chest. He licked some of the cum from my face as I petted him as best as I could with my handcuffed wrists. I reached down to rub his sheath and his tail wagged excitedly. He was as happy to see me as I was to see him! My fingers rubbed near the pink prickhead that was dancing in and out of the sheath. Beefy went back down to my crotch to lick my cunt again. I could feel an orgasm building as he efficiently stimulated my clit with his long tongue.
My moans got even louder as I got close to cumming, but before I could Beefy stopped licking me. I called him to jump up on me and he did so; I spread my legs wide for my beloved pet. To my delight he soon started humping as I grinded my crotch at his sheath. His front legs wrapped tight around me, holding me close while his cockhead poked around at my slit. My legs were open as wide as they could go, inviting the dog to make me his bitch.
“She loves the dog cock, doesn’t she?” one of the guys said. Fuck yeah I do– a dog’s cock isn’t attached to some asshole man who could get me knocked up! A dog could fuck so much better, faster, and harder than a man, too! I felt Beefy’s cockhead stabbing around my clit and I wiggled underneath him to try to get the prick into my pussyhole. Beefy began humping at me, trying to get his prick inside his human bitch. His prick was so close!
I felt his hard meat jab into my pussyhole suddenly, and once the head went inside a little Beefy started humping me hard. My moans grew louder as his pace increased. His cock started growing once inside my hole, reaching for my womb. He pounded me harder and harder, all the while holding me tight to him. My small breasts were heaving wildly with the dog’s frenetic pace. I couldn’t help but fuck my hips back at the dog, encouraging his cock to delve deep into my hole, having craved my pet’s meat for so long now. We fucked hard, Beefy’s cock extending into my cervix after several minutes of intense penetration. His knot had began swelling at the base of his long cock, pleasuring my pussyhole which was stretched tight around it. It didn’t seem he could get any further inside me, but I felt the knot go in a little deeper.
The feeling of being filled by my beloved Golden Retriever was intensely pleasurable. He kept up his jackhammer pace for several minutes, steadily stimulating my cunt. My orgasm was building in my loins, beginning to surge through my body. I began moaning even louder, almost screaming with the pleasure as my orgasm grew stronger. Beefy didn’t stop his intense pounding as my body convulsed below him on the floor. Oh, how I loved my dog! I wanted no other, just my Beefy! My eyes rolled back in my head, mouth agape as the waves of pleasure crashed over my petite, young, body.
As my orgasm was fading, Beefy became still on top of me with his cock stuck securely in my hole. His prickhead reaching my baby-filled womb. I felt the cock pulse, then the cum began gushing. The cum was so hot, it felt so incredible as it flowed inside me and trickled out of my stretched cunt. It felt like a gallon of sperm had filled me up! Beefy panted happily on top of me, his cock erupting its final spurts of cum in his human bitch.
“Good boy,” I said to him as he stayed still. I grinded my cunt harder against him, feeling yet another orgasm start to stir in my well-fucked body. As I grinded hard, stuffed so full of dog meat, another orgasm surged from the tips of my toes to my nipples, making me scream loudly under Beefy. The men’s pricks were still hard. As Beefy was knotted atop me, the group of guys began dispersing, some of them coming up to my face to release one last load of sperm on me before leaving.
Beefy stayed knotted to me for 15 more minutes while I told him how much I loved him and cooed at him for fucking me so well. The room had emptied, it seemed the men had gone home. Beefy eventually started pulling his knot out of me, and the feeling of his prick and knot tugging on my insides was making yet another orgasm build up in me. As Beefy pulled some more, the orgasm surged through me, still running through my legs as I felt the cock finally tearing from my insides, releasing a momentous amount of sperm from my pussyhole. Beefy licked his cum from my cunt as my orgasm still sizzled in my body, and I moaned as I came down from my intense climax. I patted him on the head, loving him more than ever. My breath was returning back to normal. The house was silent as I fell into a brief sleep sprawled on the floor, my beloved pet back by my side.
Part 7
All was still quiet throughout the house when I awoke. My gang bang and night of dog sex was over. I rose to my feet after Beefy was done licking his cum from my hole. My legs were sore from being fucked constantly for months on end and often being held wide open. And my wrists were sore, too, so often restrained. I looked around the room and suddenly noticed the handcuff keys on the top of the dresser. My dad’s handgun was near the keys…
My heart started beating faster as I walked over to the dresser. I grabbed the handcuff keys and after some struggling was able to get myself free. Then I picked up the gun. Beefy was panting happily and looking up at me. I patted him calmly on the head. Walking out of the room, there was silence everywhere. The men were gone. I walked into my old bedroom, untouched since the last time I’d slept in it, and retrieved a dress. The first time I’d worn clothing in months. I had to pick a loose dress since my belly had gotten larger and I had no maternity clothes. Leaving the bedroom, I took the gun with me and tiptoed down the hall.
Then I saw my dad — he was naked and laying on his stomach in the kitchen near the basement stairs. The small carpet nearby was in disarray, like he had possibly slipped on it. There was an open bottle of tequila on the kitchen counter, so I figured he probably gotten drunk after the other guys left, slipped on the carpet, and passed out. My pulse quickened as I contemplated what to do next. I held the handcuffs and gun in my hand. Beefy had followed behind me. I walked up to my snoring father on the floor, resisting the urge to stomp on his head right then and there. He had put me through a tremendous amount of torment, and so far I had survived and intended to get out of this alive!
There was a choke chain on the table with a matching collar, and some clothesline. My mind was racing. I bent down and gingerly slid one of the handcuffs around Dad’s wrist and snapped it closed, holding my breath. He didn’t wake. I gently took the other wrist and slapped the other cuff around that one, successfully handcuffing his wrists together. Taking the clothesline, I then tied the rope around his wrists and tied it to the banister at the top of the stairs, securing his arms out above his head. Then I slipped the choke collar and leash around his neck, but first held it in my hands to warm the metal, not wanting the shock of the cold metal to rouse him. Once the choke collar was around his neck and he was tied securely, I jerked hard on the leash and he began to stir. He turned his head and looked up at me, confused.
I pointed the gun at his face. His eyes met mine, surprised. He realized he was tied up, and I was holding the leash to the collar around his neck. I began to laugh at the surprised look on his face. Walking closer to him, I put my foot against the back of his neck and stepped down hard, smashing his face to the floor. I pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. Beefy was watching me calmly. I chuckled madly.
“Fucking piece of shit ,” I said through gritted teeth, keeping my foot on his neck as I straightened up, removing the gun from his head. I spat at him, covering the back of his head and shoulders with my spit. My foot pressed harder into his neck and he groaned. I stepped off of him and again pointed the gun in his face as he looked up at me.
“Angel, what do you think you’re gonna do?” said my dad. “You think you can kill a man?” I glared down at him hatefully.
“Yes, yes, Dad, I do,” I said, aiming the gun at him.
“Well, I’m not gonna beg you to spare my life, you dog-fucking slut,” said Dad.
I kicked him hard in the head and he turned away from me, his face against the kitchen floor. Still holding the choke collar, I pulled on it again, raising his head off the floor so I could kick it again. His head collapsed to the ground with the impact of my foot on his skull. Then I walked to the stove and grabbed some cooking oil. He began squirming as I poured the oil down his back, into his asscrack.
“What the fuck are you doing, Angel?” my dad said hoarsely, feeling the oil oozing over his ass. I called Beefy over to me and petted him lovingly on the head. My dad turned his head to watch me rub Beefy’s sheath, coaxing the dog’s cock to come out once again. Dad began to struggle, and I stopped caressing Beefy to shove the gun in my dad’s mouth, breaking his front tooth in half as I did so. I laughed again as he spat blood and the broken tooth out.
“Stop moving, asshole,” I said. Once again I turned my attention to my dog and rubbed his sheath, encouraging the pink prickhead to come back out. Beefy was getting excited and started trying to jump up at me to hump, but instead I instructed him to jump up on my dad. As Dad was sprawled on the floor, tied up to the banister, Beefy jumped up on his back and started humping his ass.
“No, no, Angel, no…” said my dad. I just laughed and pulled hard on the choke chain, cutting his air off. Beefy was wrapping his legs around my dad’s waist as he humped at his ass. The dog’s pink prick had come out a few inches and was now searching for a bitch hole. My dad squirmed some more and I again yanked the chain hard. Beefy thrust his hips, his prick rubbing Dad’s asshole while I smiled. The cooking oil had lubricated Dad’s ass crack very well. Suddenly Beefy’s prick felt my dad’s tight asshole– I could tell because he immediately began fucking the shit out of my dad once he had found the hole. Dad began groaning on the floor.
“Shut up, you old fuck! You like that?! You like that Dad? You fucking old perverted piece of shit! You like that dog cock raping your asshole? I hope he destroys your ass! And if he doesn’t, I’m gonna take this gun and shove it in your ass and blow you away, you old fucker!” I screamed. Dad was writhing as Beefy fucked his asshole with a rapid pace. I held the choke chain all the while, pulling on it to choke Dad’s breath away. He deserved it.
I encouraged Beefy to fuck him harder, harder, harder. The dog was doing a great job, his cock becoming lodged securely in dad’s asshole. I knew the cock was growing inside him. I knew the knot was expanding now in my dad’s rectum. I laughed again, hard, and again yanked hard on the leash. Dad struggled against the restraints, making me laugh even more. Beefy was beginning to slow his pace. Any moment his cum was going to gush into my dad’s ass.
When dad began groaning I knew the dog’s knot was securely stuck in his hole and the prick was spewing cum. Beefy had become still, his nuts swinging to a stop against my father’s ass. It was a wonderful sight. While Dad was tied up and the dog was knotted in his ass, I went back to my room and began packing up some clothes. My heart continued beating hard. I was going to steal his car, the dog, and any money I could find.
While I looked through his drawers, I found a book with records of the payments the men had given him to fuck me. It contained names and addresses. There were the names from my first gang bang– Jim, Tom, Eddie, Joel, etc. There was a camera with various recordings of the men raping me. I took the address book and camera, and in another drawer I found a huge wad of cash, money Dad got for letting other men fuck his daughter’s teenage holes. Quickly counting it up, it added up in the thousands. I stashed the money, address book, and camera in my suitcase and went back to the kitchen to get the car keys. Beefy was tied to Dad still, so I began calling him to me, resulting in the dog trying to roughly pull his meat from my dad’s asshole.
Dad cried out as Beefy’s cock and knot tugged on his insides. I laughed again. A few minutes later, Beefy pulled out of Dad’s used up asshole and cum started gushing out of him. I took a handful of cum and rubbed it in his face, forcing him to taste it. When he spit it out I jerked the chain hard. I was packed and ready to go, ready to leave this asshole and this house of horrors.
Taking the car keys, I loaded Dad’s car with my suitcase and Beefy. Then I went back inside and began dumping the cooking oil all over my dad. I took a book of matches, and lit a match on fire. Then I dropped it on his back. He screamed as the flame hit his skin. I just laughed again. I took another match and threw it at the curtains. Then another one in the living room. The house was beginning to burn. Dad was screaming as the flames began rising around his bound body. While he was scrambling around on the floor I kicked his balls hard, making him wail painfully. He struggled against his restraints.
“Fuck you, old man,” I said, spitting at him once more. Then I got the fuck out of there. I turned to look once more as I pulled out of the driveway, watching flames enveloping the house. Finally, I was free, and I made it out alive with my beloved pet, Beefy.
Later, I used the address book and camera evidence to blackmail my dad’s friends out of hundreds of thousands of dollars. If they didn’t give me the money, I told them I’d turn them into the cops for raping an underage girl. I then used this money to eventually build a comfortable life for myself far, far away from home. When I had the baby a few months after escaping, I was delighted to see she was a light brown color — she wasn’t my dad’s baby after all! She was mixed black and white. I thought back to all the sex my dad forced me to have, and only remembered one black guy out of all of them — Jim.
So I blackmailed Jim into taking care of me and the baby for life. I began looking forward to his generous monthly checks. Eventually I began receiving enough cash from my dad’s asshole friends to live comfortably in a sprawling place in the mountains– fucking my dog whenever I wanted!

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READING ALLOWED, Part 4
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He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling the collar with her hands and getting used to its weight. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she’d just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.
He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt feelings. “Just making sure it works, princess,” he said in reply, smiling cruelly. He pulled steadily on the leash and she followed him, crawling, over to a padded spanking bench assembled in the middle of the store. He sat down and she settled at his feet.
Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she’d made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn’t assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he’d so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.
For she was horny again, almost unbearably so. The way he’d manhandled her, the feel of the slave collar around her neck, the crawling, all had their inevitable effect and by now she could feel her wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her nipples, still recovering from having been clamped for an hour or more, were hard and throbbing. How badly she wanted him to touch her again, to hold her like he had before… She rubbed her head against his leg, instinctively seeking comfort.
“Sit up and look at me,” he snapped, sounding irritated. Marie rushed to obey him, remembering to spread her thighs, hoping he’d notice and be pleased.
But his voice was cold as he went on, “Now for your punishment.”
She looked so dismayed it was comical. He would have laughed if this hadn’t been an important moment. He had to make good on his promise to make her suffer right away, or she might not take him seriously.
Marie felt her stomach sink. She’d been so hoping he’d take her in his arms, hold her down and fuck her thoroughly. Hadn’t he punished her well enough for her two transgressions? She’d thought the panties over her face and in her mouth, the clamps on her nipples, being left uncomfortably bound and alone in the bookstore hallway had been her punishment. What had she done now?
As if reading her thoughts, he was saying, “I think you learned your lesson about following my directions precisely, and maybe even about coming without permission.” He paused for effect. “But you’ve completely neglected to thank me for your gift.”
Marie’s hands flew to her collar and grasped it tightly, afraid he might take it away from her. An instant later, however, she threw herself down, her forehead touching the tips of his shoes and her palms to the floor on either side of him. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she said to the floor, “I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.” She raised her face to look up at him. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, “for the most wonderful, precious gift I’ve ever been given. I know I don’t deserve it, especially now when I’ve been so thoughtless.” She rose up onto her knees and seized his hands. “Please, please punish me, Sir, as I deserve.” She released his hands and prostrated herself before him again.
He was glad she wasn’t looking at him, because he was a little shocked. He never expected her to attain this level of submissiveness this soon. He didn’t know if she was just being clever, trying to think of the right things to say to mollify him, or if she really meant it—but either way, it was an impressive apology. It also made him hard as a rock.
He stood up and said, “Get up,” and to his relief his voice sounded disgusted. She rose shakily, keeping her eyes downcast. He studied her face for a couple of seconds but he still couldn’t tell if she’d been sincere in her apology or what she was thinking. Well, in a few minutes all her thoughts would be focused on the pain of her ass.
In truth, he wasn’t angry with her, or even really disappointed—she’d learn. But he’d been waiting all evening to really enjoy his new little submissive, and now his body was straining to possess her. “All right, princess,” he said finally, indicating the spanking bench. “Climb aboard.”
Marie looked at the contraption with trepidation. He had been sitting on a cushioned platform, about three feet off the ground. To one side of it, about a foot lower, were two skinnier, longer platforms, about two or three feet apart and angled outward. On the other side were another two platforms, a little shorter and about shoulder-width apart. An intimidating collection of straps and cuffs dangled from several points.
Satisfied that she’d figured it out, Marie gingerly approached the bench. Kneeling carefully on the long padded rests, she aligned her hips with the middle platform and bent forward until she could place her forearms on the arm rests. As soon as she was in place, her instincts screamed at her to jump up and get off this thing. She’d never felt so exposed, even when she’d been bound and naked in the parking lot earlier. She started to tremble. Why, once he strapped her down he’d be able to do anything he wanted to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
He, on the other hand, was delighted with the way she looked on the bench. His friend Theo had adjusted it to his specifications earlier that evening, and her petite frame fit perfectly. Her arms were supported from her hands to her elbows, her legs from her knees to her ankles, while her small bare feet hung in the air off the end of the leg rests, her toes pointing at the floor. The main platform supported her hips and stomach, but her breasts hung free, almost beckoning him to do things to them. The arm rests were low enough that her ass was pointed enticingly upwards, while her legs were kept spread and angled apart, giving him access to her crotch and inner thighs. His heart pounded at the sight, and he knew she’d look even sexier when she was strapped down.
With that thought in mind, he began to efficiently fasten the straps and cuffs to her body. There were cuffs for her ankles and wrists, pinning them securely to the arm and leg rests. Additional straps went around the backs of her knees, her arms near the elbow, and her waist. He pulled them all very tight, knowing that when he was done she wouldn’t be able to so much as wiggle. When he was done he stepped back and looked at her, slowly circling her helpless form. The black cuffs and straps contrasted delightfully with her pale skin, the dusky pink color of her nipples and pussy also standing out. The angle of the leg rests pulled her buttocks and pussy lips apart slightly and tightened the skin over the whole area, making it more sensitive to punishment. He swore he could see her pussy twitching, clear moisture seeping slowly and steadily from it, making her plump labia look shiny and enticing. It was a vision.
He stepped around to her front, where she kept her head down, her hair falling around her face. “Look at me,” he commanded and she did, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness and her arousal. “Do you remember reading me your favorite book last night?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her stomach tightening as she wondered where this was leading.
“In that chapter, what happened to the princess?’
“She—she was sp-spanked, in the tavern in the inn,” Marie stammered.
“Spanked with what, princess?”
Her heart pounding, Marie struggled to get her voice to cooperate. He reached out and pinched one of her sore nipples. When he started twisting it, she finally cried, “A—a paddle, Sir!”
He released her nipple, saying, “That’s right.” He smiled wolfishly, adding, “I’m sure you can guess what’s going to happen to you.”
He took a step towards her, adding, “But not just yet.” He reached out and smoothed her hair away from her face with his hands, pausing to massage her temples gently with his thumbs, soothing her. “Not…just…yet,” he repeated softly, as if to himself. He opened and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he took his cock in his hand and began to rub it across Marie’s face.
“Mmmm…” His eyes were intense, his expression deeply focused as if he was an artist and her face the canvas he was painting. Sometimes he used just the very tip to make delicate little patterns around her eyes and other times he would press its entire length against her face, seizing her head and grinding it roughly back and forth against him. Marie knew she had to be utterly still, to continue to meet his gaze, even though she was dying to take him into her mouth, especially when he began to rub the head across her lips.
She got her wish, although not in the way she had hoped, when he used his hands to pull her jaws apart and shoved his cock into her mouth–as if she were not a person at all, nothing but a convenient hole for him to fuck.
His face was as cold and dispassionate as his movements were brutally lustful. He pushed his cock down her throat and held it until she began choke and gag, then withdrew just long enough for her to gasp for breath before pushing into her again, over and over.
Marie whimpered, tears running down her face, as she choked and tried desperately to relax her throat enough to accommodate him. Her body of its own accord writhed helplessly against her bonds until she felt as if every muscle was about to be torn loose. And her pussy…oh god, her pussy was dripping!
At the very edge of her peripheral vision she could still make out his face during those few seconds when her head wasn’t being forced up and down on his cock. She saw his eyes blaze and his jaw tighten and knew instinctively that he was about to come. So when he pulled out of her mouth and released his grip she raised her eyes to his, holding his gaze as he reached his orgasm and with no more than a single grunt of pleasure began spurting his come onto her face.
Thankfully, he missed her eyes, but Marie could feel the globs of come sliding down her cheeks and forehead. Bound as she was, she couldn’t wipe it off. But he had no intention of it coming off, she realized as, recovering himself, he used his thumbs to gently, carefully smear the deposit across her face, rubbing it into her skin.
“Maybe this time you’ll remember not to wash your face.”
Tears filled Marie’s eyes at the thought of having the sticky residue of his come on her face for hours, days maybe, but she reveled in his cruelty—now only wishing he’d get on with it and fuck her as roughly as she was longing for him to do. But he was going to paddle her first.
He had refastened his pants and walked away, out of her sight. She could hear him touching something on one of the store’s racks. Her body tensed at the sound of wood knocking into wood; her muscles struggled in vain to close her legs. He came back, holding three different paddles by their handles. He thrust them toward her face, saying gruffly, “Choose.”
The sight of the frightening instruments had Marie flexing involuntarily against her bonds again. All three paddles were made of wood, but their properties varied otherwise. One was long and skinny, about an inch thick, with holes bored through it at intervals. The second was broader and shorter, with a long handle. She looked at the third one with distaste. It was dyed a lurid purple color and the paddle at the end of its long handle was shaped like a heart. She remembered vividly her spanking from last night, so she had some idea now of how painful a spanking could be, but that had just been with his hand. This had to be much worse. She wished she had some idea of which would hurt the most. She wished she could read his mind. Was there one he wanted her to pick?
It was taking her too long, she realized suddenly, frantically, just as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and back. “Didn’t I tell you I expect instant obedience?” he growled, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry… the middle one.”
Without releasing her hair, he brought his face close to hers and said, “Beg me to punish you. Be specific.”
Marie gulped. She squirmed nervously against the straps. “Please…” she whispered, then paused and took a shaky breath. “Please punish me, Sir, for… for forgetting to thank you for my gift.” Her eyes closed as she braced herself for the rest. “Please paddle me, Sir.”It hardly gets better than this, he thought as he watched her pretty, expressive face, still shiny with his come; saw the eager, apprehensive look in her big green eyes as she begged him to hit her bound, defenseless body with a wooden paddle. He was glad he’d fucked her face just before; otherwise, it would be a struggle not to take her right now. She was so tempting when she begged.
But first things first. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, murmuring, “Good girl,” then released her hair and stepped around to her rear. He dropped the other two paddles and hefted the one she’d picked in his hand. He wondered if she knew that the longer handle would allow him to swing with more force.
Marie hoped he wouldn’t make her wait forever like he had the night before… but as soon as she completed the thought she felt the smooth wooden edge of the paddle stroking her inner thighs, which were spread and stretched by the spanking bench.
He slid the side of the paddle up against her pussy, making sure to stroke it over her clit, then back up between her buttocks and over the little star of her asshole. He loved the way she gasped and squirmed in her bondage. He’d pulled the straps so tight she could hardly move, only her head remaining free. He stopped teasing her with the paddle, stopping only a moment to notice the gleam of moisture on its surface, and said loudly, “Now, since you obviously need some instruction in manners, princess, I think it’s appropriate for you to thank me after each swat. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” came her quiet, strained voice.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a yelp of pain– “OWWwww!”–followed by the hiss of her breath through clenched teeth. He had given her no warning whatsoever beyond the whoosh of the paddle just before it struck and she’d been completely unprepared. Oh christ, it had hurt much more than any of his previous spankings. And he was just beginning.
Even though she was still gasping with pain and shock she forced herself to speak. “Th-thank you, Ssssir,” she whispered. “Thank you for p-punishing m-” The second blow cut her off before she could finish, making her head jerk back, and before she could lower it he had seized her by the hair again, yanking it tightly in his fist. “Speak up, you lazy fucking whore!” he yelled.
“Y-y-yes…YES SIR!” She spoke so loudly that her voice echoed in the empty store. She sobbed a couple of times, then continued. “THANK YOU FOR PUNISHING ME, SIR!” Her scalp was on fire, her ass…her…oh god, her pussy was literally throbbing, she could feel it! Then, before she knew what she was saying she burst out, “PLEASE PUNISH ME SOME MORE, SIR!”
If he’d had any remaining doubts about her sexual nature, they were eradicated by her surprising plea. He’d been a little unsure about how she’d take those first couple of blows—they were delivered at about eighty percent of his strength, hard enough to slam her hips forward into the padded bench. The skin on her ass was already glowing a lovely shade of red. But she was enjoying it—glorying in it, even. She looked so incredibly sexual right now. Her eyes were closed so that her long lashes fanned out over her cheeks; her head was drawn back by his grip on her hair, exposing the smooth lines of her throat and accentuating the slave collar she wore; her breasts with their swollen tips were thrust forward as her back arched. There were little beads of sweat at her hairline. His innocent little submissive—she was lost in pleasure as he punished her.
He released her hair, taking a step back for better aim. “You greedy slut!” he growled, a touch of humor in his voice, but she didn’t notice it, too busy absorbing the blow that followed his words. And then another, before she’d managed to choke out a thank you. As she started to gasp out the words, he swatted her again, and she lost her breath. Finally he paused and she cried out, “Thank you, sir, thank you thank you!” She didn’t know if he was counting, but Marie wasn’t taking any chances.
He dropped the paddle and put his hands on her ass cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin. He ran his fingernails lightly over them and watched her struggle in her bonds, her feet flexing helplessly. “Tell me you’re my slut,” he ordered, his voice roughened by his burgeoning arousal. He looked at her asshole, exposed and surrounded by the bright red skin of her ass. He eased his thumb into it, unable to resist.
Marie moaned at the invasion, her ass clamping down on his thumb as her pussy clenched involuntarily, grabbing at the empty air. She’d die if he didn’t fuck her. “God, yes, I’m your slut, Sir, I’m your slut!” She almost screamed the last words. “Please, please fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Sir, PLEASE!” She pictured him standing behind her, between her helplessly spread thighs, looking at her, casually raping her ass with his hand. She heard him unzipping his pants again and strained against the strap, trying to push her ass back towards him in invitation.
He positioned his cock, leaned over her and got a grip on her hair again. “Don’t you dare come,” he snarled close to her ear, then drove into her in one hard thrust.
It was impossible. Marie screamed as his cock filled her all at once and she tumbled into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body thrashed against her restraints as of she were having a seizure or receiving a huge electrical shock. She screamed again and again. It was too much and it went on, wave after wave, for so long that she was almost afraid that he had somehow triggered an endless orgasm; that she would continue to come like this until she died from it.
He held himself perfectly still, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she jerked and gasped and screamed beneath him. He had been reasonably sure that she would be unable to stop herself from coming, given how utterly, mindlessly aroused she was—which was why he had told her not to, of course. But he was slightly shocked by the how quickly it had happened and by the incredible intensity of her orgasm.
Eventually, though, she settled beneath him and became still. Her breath, still coming in sobs at first, slowly quieted and her head hung down as if she had fainted. Only then did he withdraw his now somewhat softened erection and stand. He tucked himself back into his pants and closed them up again.
He stood for a moment looking down at Marie, pinned like a butterfly on the bench. His. He leaned down and, even though he was fairly sure she wouldn’t feel it, placed a tender kiss at the base of her spine before turning and walking out of the room, returning moments later with a cup of water.
He walked to the front of the bench, where she still lay only semi-conscious, her head lolling slowly back and forth, her sweat-soaked hair hanging in limp strands around it. He let her rest a little longer, waiting until she showed signs of stirring before seizing her hair again, lifting her head up and dashing the water into her face.
As she gasped and spluttered he leaned down, put his face to hers and said harshly, “I told you…not…to…come!” He waited until her still-startled eyes focused on his before adding, “You are going to learn to do as you’re told if it takes all night!”

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Slave-Complete

This is the complete version of my story Slave. Hope you enjoy it, please feel free to comment!

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The Degradation of Janey – Part 1

Part 1
Janey Miller didn’t really know why boys and men did so many dirty things to her. It all began when her stepfather Martin walked in on the 15yr old girl fucking his 12yr old son, Corey. Enraged, Martin pulled his cock out and forced the naked, petite Janey to her hands and knees on the bed. She squealed as his big hands pulled on her blond braids, jerking her head back. Small titties with puffy pink nipples swung beneath her slender body. Martin let her hair go, her head falling abruptly to the mattress. Janey cried, her sobs muffled by the blankets. Martin gave her ass a sudden slap, taking the base of his thick shaft in hand after spitting into his palm. “Slut!” he shouted into her ear, making her jump.
It took her a few moments to assimilate the situation. Martin’s cockhead poked further down into her asscrack, centimeters from her puckered orifice. Suddenly Janey realized she was about to be raped by her stepfather! The man’s fat, 9″ prick was now seeking to penetrate the girl’s tender hole, to fill it with seed! But Janey thought her stepdad was going to fuck her womb, and braced herself for pussy penetration.
Instead, Martin abruptly thrust his purple mushroom cockhead into the girl’s anus, splitting it open it a single savage stroke. Janey lifted her head up and screamed until she was out of breath. An inch of her stepfather’s raging meat impaled her shitter. The walls of her rectum choked the tip of Martin’s dick. He gasped at the impressive constriction of the girl’s asshole. Without warning, he gave her asscheek another slap, making it turn pink with his handprint. Janey yelped and shrieked again. Martin held her asscheeks apart, plunging a couple more inches of his dick inside the teen’s bowels. He fucked her up the ass for punishment, pulling her hair and squeezing her small tits and slapping her clit, making his son watch all the while.
Janey cried at the intense pain – it made the rape feel so acutely, agonizingly real. Martin kept thrusting despite the restrictions of his teen stepdaughter’s tight sphincter. He grunted, breaking out with sweat, forcing the entire length of his big dick inside the girl’s asshole until his dangling balls finally pressed against her flesh. She sobbed beneath him. Brad, his son, watched in shock. Though stunned, the boy still sported a 5″ boner. Martin groaned and grunted again, making bestial noises the entire time he stuffed Janey’s tight ass full of his cock. Suddenly Martin put an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her on top of him as he lay on his back, his prick still stuck securely in her rectum. Janey wailed and tried to climb off him, but he pulled her back to his chest and held her there securely, her legs flailing.
“You don’t have to cooperate, you know,” Martin said in the girl’s ear. “It feels good when you struggle. Brad, come over here.”
The boy shuffled his feet, slowly dragging himself back over to the bed. Martin held Janey’s chest with one strong arm, and one of her legs up with the other, exposing the girl’s puffy pink pussy gash. Beneath Janey’s shiny pink pussy gash, Brad could see the base of his dad’s dick buried deep inside her asshole. It was an incredibly lewd, arousing sight. Janey looked up at him with big blue eyes, pleading for help.
“Brad, Brad, help…” she moaned.
“Put your cock in her pussy, Brad,” Martin suddenly commanded. He held Janey’s leg up, keeping her pussy open.
“What? Dad, what…” Brad stammered.
“Do it! Now! Before I beat your ass!” shouted Martin. “Fuck her! Now!”
Janey closed her eyes and cried. Then she felt Brad rubbing his cockhead on her bald pussy gash, timidly poking around at her entrance. He pushed his mushroom-tip into her tight gash, but with Martin’s big cock lodged in the girl’s ass, her pussyhole couldn’t take much meat. Brad got only the head of his dick inside the girl. He kept it there though, letting his dad do all the fucking from below. Martin thrust powerfully, forcing Janey’s ass to take his cock. His nuts were tightening, ejaculation now imminent. Janey screamed, clawing at Brad’s back. She felt like she was being split open, almost like she could pass out between this depraved sandwich of cock. Suddenly, in the midst of all of the pain, she felt her stepdad’s cock begin pulsating inside her rectum!
He growled in her ear as his cock throbbed and began depositing a massive load of cum deep in Janey’s bowels. She gasped, tears falling down her face. Brad pulled his cock out, his erection in hand. He watched the base of his father’s thick, veiny shaft pulsing, a copious load of semen now erupting inside his stepsister’s shithole. Martin kept his dick buried in Janie’s rectum until it milked every final droplet of cum from within his nuts. He then pulled his cock out just as savagely as he’d jammed it in. Janey screamed, feeling the walls of her ass tugging on the big cock as it exited her insides. Martin took her by the hair, forcing her back to her hands and knees. He pointed at Janey’s gaping asshole. Brad stared hypnotically at the shiny pink flesh and the deep, dark hole his father’s cock had just come from. His father’s cum was so far up in her ass that it couldn’t be seen.
“Put your prick in her ass, boy,” said Martin, still pointing with one hand and holding Janey by the hair with the other.
“Dad, I –”
“Do it! Now! Fuck her ass! Fuck her fucking asshole til you cum in it, hear me?!” shouted Martin.
Brad swallowed hard and pressed his groin against his stepsister’s ass. He directed his cockhead into Janey’s gaping asshole, feeling the hot walls of her ass swallowing him up in an instant. The boy shivered, the entire length of his dick now immersed in Janey’s tight asshole. Her orifice was now lubricated by Martin’s cum, this second dick less painful for Janey. She still felt degraded nonetheless. Brad gripped her slender hips until his knuckles were white, stuffing as much of his prick into her as possible. He bucked at her wildly, building up a frantic pace. Janey sniffled and groaned into the sheets.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the boy went still over her back, gasping into her ear.
She could feel her stepbrother’s prick pulse inside her shithole, and knew he was also flooding her guts with cum. Janey shivered, feeling so disgusting, so used. Martin laughed sardonically. Brad shuddered, the last spurts of sperm now shooting from his cock. Janey lay there crying, her head buried in the mattress, ass in the air with a clear view into her gaping rectum. Martin walked out of the room. She thought her cruel punishment was over, but Martin was back in her bedroom momentarily. This time, he had with him the family dog, a big Golden Retriever named Boomer. Janey looked over her shoulder, eyes widening. Brad also stared, his jaw hanging open.
Martin pushed her face-first into the bed, keeping her ass up in the air. He held his hand to her back, pinning her down. Janey kicked and struggled until she felt Martin call the dog up on her back. The animal clumsily obliged — he was always trying to hump people, now they were finally allowing it! Boomer’s claws scratched up her sides, his forepaws hugging her waist tightly. Janey gasped, trying to pry the the dog’s paws off her in a panic. Martin laughed. Instinct took over; the large dog was haunching manically at her ass in seconds. A hard pink prickhead began emerging from the animal’s sheath, stabbing into Janey’s flesh. Martin made Brad get out his cellphone and take video of the degrading scene.
Boomer panted noisily in Janey’s ear. She was putting up a valiant struggle, managing to pull herself off the bed and onto the floor with the dog attached to her. But the dog remained locked to her waist, thrusting his prick manically at her ass, its cockhead poking into her asscrack now. Janey screamed for help. Her cries went unheard. Martin watched the family dog humping his teen stepdaughter’s backside and laughed. He could see the pink prickhead stabbing lower, inches from her asshole. Then the dog lurched forward, its thrusts suddenly quickening to a jackhammer pace. Janey squealed. Martin knew the dog’s cock had found its intended target. Surely its prick was growing inside Janey’s stretched out asshole and would keep growing until she was inundated with dog cum!
Indeed the big Golden Retriever’s cock was growing in length almost instantaneously once it felt Janey’s moist human asshole. Janey shrieked, clawing at the carpet. Boomer’s powerful thrusts were pushing her painfully around the floor. Brad aimed the camera lens at the rutting dog draped over his stepsister, his own cock standing hard at the scene. They began to hear the squelching sounds of the dog’s cock penetrating Janey’s sperm-filled asshole. The big Golden Retriever had a tapered 8″ cock with a big, fat knot growing at the base. Janey didn’t realize the beast was sealing its meat up in her rectum. The fiery red prick emanated constant jets of semen inside the bitch’s shithole during the penetration, adding to the previous cum deposits. Boomer’s prick unloaded far more sperm than a human male ever could, now flooding Janey’s guts. She was overstuffed with dog cock and semen, though not a single droplet of cum had leaked out of her yet. Janey felt it sloshing around in her guts!
The dog’s dick had grown to obscene lengths inside her — now the knot was filling her asshole to the brim! Boomer kept humping her with an impressive jackhammer pace, pushing her clear across the bedroom. The sound of the dog cock penetrating her sperm-filled hole practically drowned out Janey’s quiet moans. Martin and Brad stood there watching, jacking their own dicks, entranced by the depraved sight. Janey felt like her asshole was torn apart; she figured it was so stretched that it would gape open forever.
Finally, the dog went still atop her back. Boomer’s weight pinned her down helplessly to the ground. Janey cried. Then she felt even more jets of hot dog cum spurt into her inundated asshole, her guts flooded with cream. Her jaw fell open. Never in her life had she felt so full — she thought she’d explode from the pressure! The dog knot sealing it all up inside her. Janey put her hand on her belly, her abdomen feeling so full! She swore she could feel the cum filling up beyond her intestines and into her stomach.
Boomer let out a whimper, his cock releasing its final blasts of cum into Janey’s bowels. Martin held the dog’s tail aside so Brad could zoom in on Janey’s plugged up arse. Janey was knotted up good! She winced from the pain. Boomer panted contentedly in her ear. Janey sobbed and shouted for somebody to help her. The big Golden Retriever remained tied to her asshole, forepaws still hugging her tightly. Her waist burned from the claw scratches. Martin walked over to her face and pumped his dick, looking down on his knotted stepdaughter and the lolling dog. Janey looked up at him tearfully. Then her vision was blinded with ropes of Martin’s cum shooting into her face. Martin grinned, shaking every droplet of sperm onto her forehead, eyes, and mouth. Janey cursed him, wiping the semen from her eyes.
“Slut. I just want you to know that now you are nothing but a slut,” he said, patting her on the head.
The first drops of dog cum were now seeping from Janey’s knotted asshole down to the carpet below. Martin stuffed his cock back into his pants and took Brad by the arm, escorting the boy out of the room and shutting the door. Janey was still sobbing and stuck to the family dog, its big cock and knot staying inside her for nearly an hour. Martin was pleased with his creative punishment, but he knew it wasn’t over yet — he was looking forward to fucking her pussy next!
To be continued…

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