Cruelty

Dante’s Inferno

Tied for second in the Calling All Writers 26 writing contest based on movies. I draw heavily on my real life as a firefighter and some of the events that have punctuated my career. A lot of people helped straighten this up and I am always grateful to them for their help.

Living with Uncle Jim pt. 3

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A STORY, I DO NOT AGREE WITH THINGSLIKE THIS HAPPENIN IN REAL LIFE.
IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY DONE SO PLEASE READ THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS
Saturday morning I wake up excited and looking forward to the day ahead, I jump out of bed and head down to the kitchen, it’s only 10am but after a glass of orange I start cleaning up and making sure everything is perfect for Jim’s party.
Jim comes down around an hour later already washed and dressed in the usual light blue stonewash jeans that’s have a hole in the left knee and a blue tee shirt
“Morning baby” he says smiling at me
“You looking forward to later?” He asks surprising me with a kiss to my cheek and a squeeze round the shoulders
“Yes Uncle very much, I’m almost done in here” I say motioning with my arm around the kitchen and living room “then I will wash up and mop the floors before I start cooking the party bits”
“Good. Well
 I’m going to pop down the pub with Tony, there is something I need to get from the landlord there, then we will be back to give you a hand with everything”
“No problem Uncle you just have fun, oh hang on” I say running upstairs and grabbing his present and card
“Here happy birthday I hope you like it” I breathlessly add as I run back down the stairs and jumping the last four steps
“Wow Jane” he says as I hand him the big box wrapped in light blue paper with happy birthday printed all over it.
“I haven’t had a wrapped present in years” he laughs as he sits down on the sofa and rips it open
“Oh my god” he gasps lifting the box off his lap and examining it closely letting the paper fall to the floor
“Wow this is perfect” he adds looking up at my smiling face
“I’m glad you like it. The man in the shop said it has everything you need for a fishing trip” I say planting my bum next to him on the sofa, too excited to stand.
“It does. it’s amazing baby thank you so much” he smiles pulling me into his arms. I miss this, having an adult proud and happy with me. It shocks me as for the first time since being brought here the tears filling my eyes are tears of happiness.
“Jane? What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” he asks confused
“Sorry Uncle” I laugh
“I’m just so happy you like it” I say as I stand up wiping my eyes with the back of my hand
“You’re amazing you know that?” he smiles standing up and ruffling my hair
“And tonight with you here it will be the best birthday ever. You will make it perfect”
Maybe things are turning round now. Jim has been nice to me for two days now and he seems to really want me there tonight. About half hour later he gets a calla and leaves to meet Tony while I clean the kitchen and put some snack bits for the party into the oven. I put some rice to boil for the coronation chicken that is already done and waiting in the fridge.
‘Everything is going well so far’ I think to myself as I make my way up stairs to clean the bathroom and change the beds.
Not that the beds matter so much but with people coming round I doubt if Jim will want them seeing a dirty bathroom and I might as well do the beds while I’m up here.
About six I climb out of the shower and sit in front of my vanity mirror to start getting ready, I can hear Jim and Tony down stairs talking loudly and the sound of furniture being moved around. They have been back since four and helped me with the rest of the decorations. I start applying cream to my skin like I usually do making sure it’s rubbed in properly I pull my hair curlers from the draw and get to pinning my hair up as I curl it, lastly I put on my new French knickers and dress. As I clip the necklace into place I gently remove the clips letting each curl fall softly from its restraint down to my shoulders where they bounce gently before settling. I look in the mirror shocked at how beautiful I look, the black dress holding me firmly and swaying softly around my legs, the sparkly necklace tight around my throat and dangling down my chest stopping just between my breasts, the matching earrings sparkling behind my hair as I move. As a last touch I apply some cherry lip-gloss pick up my camera and take a quick picture of myself looking in the mirror before I head downstairs.
I find Jim in the kitchen pulling a can from the fridge; he looks quite handsome when he tries, the black leans and dark blue shirt a big difference to his usual clothes and not a rip in site. The place looks good as I look around the big kitchen. The table filled with food while Jim and Tony have filled the kitchen side and the bottom shelf of the fridge with grown up juice and beer, I see that Tony got his own way on the tequila front as my eyes all on the large bottle. I pick a sausage roll from the table and start to nibble it
“JESUS CHRIST” Jim yells as he turns round seeing me for the first time, making me jump and drop the roll
“What?” I ask looking around as Tony comes in
“Look at you, you look amazing” Jim says, his eyes traveling up and down my body, before slowly reaching my face.
“Is it too much” I worry as I bend at the knees to pick up the food I dropped
“Wow” I hear Tony whisper
“you look so god damn sexy Jane” he continues, the way he looks at me makes me slight uncomfortable, shuffling from one foot to the other, his hands resting on the top of his jeans.
“I wouldn’t say sexy” I giggle trying to make light of it but still moving away and over to the other side of the table
“I’m only twelve, it’s what you bought me Uncle it’s not too short is it?” I ask pointing out what I thought the other day and hoping it doesn’t annoy him
“No! It’s perfect” he says moving towards me and sliding his hands round my waist, he pulls me firmly to his chest, his hands resting on my lower back
“Can I have a birthday kiss?” he asks leaning his face down to mine and covering my lips with his.
I try to pull away as his tongue slides into my mouth but as I do I feel myself come up against the firm warm chest of Tony. His hands slide up the back of my thighs and up my dress as Jim continues to kiss me run his big hands over my chest. Placing my hands on Jim’s chest I try to push harder but I’m trapped between them and I begin to panic just as the doorbell rings. Tony steps back away from me and heads down the hall with a frown on his face to answer it, Jim pulls away too but he holds me close for a second before moving his hands to my face and using his thumbs to wipe my lower lip then leaning down to kiss my forehead he ushers me to the front door to greet his guests.
Jim doesn’t have as many friends turn up as I thought he would, it’s only a group really and they all seem to be men, why wouldn’t he invite women? Or maybe he did, and they couldn’t make it. They all seem nice though and they all keep saying how beautiful I look especially Mr Jones who stops me every time I walk past with a tray of food or a drink to comment how I amazing I look.
“Come. Sit down with us Jane” Alex calls as he grabs my wrist and pulls me down next to him; he starts again telling really bad jokes to the men around us while Johnny pushes a shot glass into my hand
“I can’t drink this” I say shyly
“Course you can. Hey Jimmy, you mind Jane having a drink with us?” he shouts over his shoulder to Jim
“Why not, it is my birthday” he laughs back loudly as he moves away from a man he’s talking to and walks towards us, he takes another shot glass filled with a yellowy liquid from Johnny and sits with us
“Bottoms up Jane. Come on it’s my birthday.” He adds winking at me and knocking back the liquid, not wanting to look stupid I copy him and gulp the whole amount at once. A bitter taste fills my senses and I cringe as they all laugh
“Way to go Jane” they cheer making me giggle as they pass me another.
They only let me have two which actually suits me since I really don’t like the taste. As I sit there watching and listening to them my mind starts to become muddled and I have to really concentrate on what people are saying.
“Here baby drink this water” Jim says as I take the glass and gulp the cold refreshing drink
“Don’t want you crashing out on us” he laughs
After a short while I start to feel like everything around me is funny and I can’t stop giggling, I try to walk to the kitchen to get another glass of water but almost fall to the floor before someone catches me round the waist, looking behind me I see Tony smiling down at me
“Thanks” I slur at him giggling, his face starts to come towards me and I feel his lips gently press against mine. Without thinking I open my lips, allowing his tongue to caress the inside of my mouth while his hands move to my hips and lift me onto the kitchen side.
“She’s mine remember” I hear Jim’s angry voice say as I feel myself being pulled back to the living room, things are becoming hazy as Jim sits me on the sofa beside him. Feeling dizzy I lay my head against the back of the sofa and try to concentrate on my breathing. Jim’s arms slide round me and pull me towards him; he lifts my face until I can feel his lips against mine. Just like before I open my mouth allowing him to kiss me. I forget that we aren’t alone and don’t realise everything has now gone quiet as everyone around us watches.
Cold Hands run up my legs causing me to open my eyes again and see Tony sitting there on his knees in front of me, lifting my dress and pushing my legs open. I try to concentrate on my breathing as things start to spin slightly; I feel myself being stood up and someone whispering in my ear
“It’s time to unwrap my present”
I open my eyes to find Jim holding me up and unzipping my dress at the side, he slides the thin straps over my shoulders so it slowly falls and pools at my feet leaving me standing there in just my knickers. He leads me to the glass table and tells me to lie down on my back.
‘maybe I should, it might help my head’ I think as I lay down, the cold glass now sticky with spilt drinks presses against my naked skin. My legs are lifted high as someone begins to pull my knickers slowly over my hips and down to my feet.
Low moans fill the room as my legs are pushed open and placed flat against the floor either side of the table allowing cool air to blow over my now naked body and private place. The sounds of zips follow,
‘It’s a strange sound Zzzzippp who would call it a zzzzippp?’ I think to myself giggling.
“Jesus Jim she’s perfect” someone says from my left side
“Hell yeah” a deep voice I think belongs to Mr Jones adds from near my feet
Voices around me continue to say things as I feel something warm and wet moving slowly from my belly up to my chest, making me giggle again. I look down to see Mr Jones running his tongue over my body and someone I think might be George kneeling between my legs as he starts to lick my private place.
Suddenly Tony leans over my head and starts kissing my mouth while another mouth moves over my breasts.
“Jane baby open your eyes I have your present”
‘Oh my present, I want my present’ I think trying to move whatever’s on me away but there’s too many things. Opening my eyes I see Jim’s friends.
‘What are they doing? And why am I on the table? Is it bed time?’ I wonder
“Jane comes taste your present.” I hear Jim say.
‘Oh my present’ I think smiling and looking up. I see Jim standing there upside down with something big in his hand it looks hard and funny with little lines going up it, why is Jim standing on the ceiling? I giggle. I manage to turn round with the help of various hands to find Jim has come back to the floor and standing the right way up which gives me a better look at my present.
Wait
 No that can’t be right. Why is Jim not wearing trousers?
I look up at him confused as hands grab me and pull me up off the cold table, pushing me to my knees in front of him. Johnny stands behind me holding my wrists against my lower back while Jim grabs my hair hard causing me to grasp. All of a sudden Jims private bit is forced in my mouth making me gag, I try to pull away but his hand in my hair pulls me back towards him with a moan on his lips. Something slips in my private place making me gasp again in pain.
Whatever it is moves in and out between my legs like Jim’s finger does when he’s checking me, after a while someone says something about me being ready. I’m lifted up again and pulled toward the kitchen. All smiling and laughing together they lift me onto the table knocking plates and food all over the floor, that’s when I notice they are all naked;
Tony lifts and holds my hands above my head as Johnny and Mr Jones take hold of my legs to keep them open. I see Jim stand between my legs, his eyes directly connected to mine. I’m scared now fear and confusion over whelming me, I don’t know what’s happening but whatever it is I want it to stop.
“Uncle please
 what are you doing?” I slur at him begging him with my eyes to stop whatever is about to happen, something deep inside me tells me it’s going to be bad and there is no going back. No stopping this

“Since the day you got here I wanted this. Wanted you! and now
 it’s time, from this moment on you are mine, mine to take when I want, do what I want with, you are my slut” he says shocking me with his crude words, I look down to see his private bit coming towards me,
‘God no, he isn’t is he? Oh my god he is’ I think to myself as everything clicks into place. ‘The way Tony has made comments about me, the way they look at me, oh my god the checking me, it was all lies. All of it was leading to this
 my own Uncle wanting to have sex with me’
I feel like I’m about to be sick as I realise he’s moving closer towards me, his private place in his hand as he aims it towards me
“UNCLE N….” Something soft and thick is shoved into my mouth before Tony’s hand follows covering my lips
“Shut it bitch” he growls at me as I look up at him, his face contorting into something dark and beast like making me want to cower and hide
I feel a sharp pain unlike anything I felt before. It travels through my whole body, making me scream with all my energy and floods of tears to slide down my face.
“OH FUCK” Jim screams
I look down thinking someone must have stabbed me to find Jims private bit buried deep inside me.
‘Oh god no’ I think as I carry on screaming but the thing in my mouth and Tony’s hand stop any noise coming out.
As Jim moves his body back and forth between my legs I try to kick my legs and to hit whatever I can but I’m held firmly, it feels like I’m being torn and everyone is laughing or touching their private place, I want to be sick I can taste it in the back of my mouth but I’m unable to spit it out
“Oh fuck baby you’re so tight, tighter than the others. God you’re perfect and you’re mine, I can feel your pussy squeezing me hard, it feels so good” Jim pants as he moves faster inside me, the pain is not as bad as it was but it still hurts, he pushes my legs up ordering Mr Jones and Johnny to hold them as he grips my hips and pulls me towards him with every one of his forward motions,
Tony leans over my chest moving both my wrists to one hand, his mouth captures my nipple as he sucks hard and reaches down to rub his free hand into my private place against my little knot
I try to beg them to stop but It just comes out as a mumble, closing my eyes I try to forget what’s happening to me, the shock of it as Jim pulls away from me and pushes me to my stomach before pushing my legs open again and thrusting hard and fast back into me. In this new position Tony removes whatever he shoved in my mouth and tries to push his private place in there instead but I manage to close my mouth quick
“Open your mouth slut” he says as Jake slides his finger between my lips and pulls hard causing a pain that makes me open them,
I’m pulled forward by my hair again as Tony fills my mouth with his large angry looking private bit
“Look at me” he growls at me, I can’t see clearly through my tear filled eyes, but I make out his smile before his head falls back in pleasure. With hands everywhere I just want it over, I want them to leave me alone.
‘How could Jim do this to me? Let his friends do this?’
The pain between my legs gets worse as I feel Jim’s private bit getting bigger before a hot flood of something shoots inside me
“Move over my turn” I hear Tony say with glee as he pulls away from my mouth and starts to move behind me
“No” Jim says firmly
“What do you mean no?” Tony growls at him
“I mean NO, she’s too tight. I’m not doing this like the rest! We take our time. Jane is mine. She is my niece; you don’t touch without my permission. You don’t get her unless I say. You got a problem you walk away now!”
Even on the table sobbing and my back to them I can hear the order in Jim’s tone. Loud and clear. There is no doubt in my mind these men hear it too and they won’t go against him.
“Fuck sake James I need her pussy” Tony whines
“Take her mouth or use your hand”
“Fine not her pussy let me take her arse then” he tries to argue
“I won’t tell you again Tony. Hand or mouth your choice. Ask again and you leave now”
Moaning Tony moves back to my mouth. Taking his anger out on me, he grabs my hair hard and pulls my head hard towards him
“Open your mouth bitch. You better suck me good or else” he growls
As I feel the same warm salty liquid thing I felt with Jim the other day coat my tongue I can’t help gagging, I try not to swallow but the sudden drops of hot liquid pattering over my back and bum shocks me enough I swallow without thinking.
As his private bit slides from my mouth I look behind me to see Jim standing against the counter his arms crossed over his chest and watching as the others pull on their parts spilling their strange white stuff all over my naked body. I want to get up but he catches my eye and with a smirk on his lips gives me a shake of his head. After each one finishes they either step back or sit around the table,
“Perfect” I hear someone say from the corner, looking over I see Jake Jim’s youngest guest, lowering something big that looks like a camcorder. He can’t be more than twenty-three I think as he walks towards me and runs his hand over my body smearing in all the thick liquid that covers me before coming to stand in front of me
“You’re going to make a great subject Jane, you are an amazing actress. Playing the rape victim well but I could see how you enjoyed it” he laughs pushing his wet fingers into my mouth;
‘He can’t be serious can he? He thinks I liked this?’
“Well at least that’s how it will look once I have edited the film” he winks at me
“If anyone finds out about this, the video will show a girl begging us to fuck her.” Jim pipes up from the back of the room,
“No one will believe you” I look at him tears still in my eyes
“M
may I go to bed?” I ask just wanting to get out of here and shower
“No! you will sit with us for a while, just as you are” he answers taking my hand and leading me back to the living room having to hold me up as we walk, my legs now too weak to hold my weight.
My dress had disappeared and I have to sit there naked, I’m told to sit down and keep my legs open at all times. Tears fall from my eyes but no one notices or cares as they go back to talking and drinking only this time I seem to be the main topic as each pair of eyes flicker to me every now and then, moving all over my body and between my legs. Jim hand me a small glass of the same yellowy liquid I had earlier, I don’t think about it I just knock it back hoping it will help some way or another.
Every now and then someone will move to me and touch me or sit beside me and whisper something nasty and crude in my ear making me cringe, as Mr Jones does this he laughs telling me he is planning to have me every day at school some way or another
“It will be fun Jane, eating your pussy and you sucking my cock” he says making me cringe and feel sick all over again,
“Hey James think your little slut needs to get used to words like cock and pussy” he laughs looking at me
“She cringes every time someone says it”
Has Jim walks over to us I look at him realising that Mr Jones’ comment has caught everyone’s attention, he stops in front of me looking down at me smiling before sitting beside me and pulling me over so my back is against him and my legs are pulled up onto Mr Jones’ lap. He pulls my head towards him and loud enough for everyone to hear says
“Tell John you want him to eat your pussy Jane”
Fear builds inside me as everyone listens,
“Do it Jane” Jim adds as his hand covers my throat and gently squeezes warning me
“If you don’t I will send this video to all your friends”
“P
please, e
eat my
” I can’t get the last word out as Mr Jones opens my legs
“Say it Jane all of it, say ‘eat my pussy Mr Jones’”
“E
eat my p
p
pus
pussy mm
Mr J
Jones” I stammer out closing my eyes, I feel his finger enter me
“I would love to Jane but I need to know you really want me to, look at me in the eyes and ask me properly” he smiles
“I
I can’t” I whisper
“SAY IT JANE AND LOOK AT HIM NOW” Jim’s angry voice forces my eyes open, I look at Mr Jones as I ask him to eat my pussy only slightly stumbling over the words at the end, he lowers his head and starts to lick me, I close my eyes again but Jim growls making me open them again and look at him
“Watch him Jane, watch Jones eat your pussy like you asked him to, watch his tongue slide into your pussy, feel him pushing it into your tight hot cunt, does it feel good? I bet it does doesn’t it. Do you want him to use his fingers as well like Tony and I did? Do you want him to make you cum like we did? You want it to feel good? You told me Tony made you cum that day in here, on this sofa. You enjoyed him licking your pussy,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear and make me feel embarrassed
“John use your fingers, make her cum she wants to” he adds to Mr Jones. As his fingers slide into me his thumb rubs over my little knot and my back arches, I don’t want it to. I hate that my body suddenly feels good
“See you like that don’t you Jane? You like him touching you, what else would you like?” he says laying my head onto his lap, “what about Johnny sucking your nipples? your big beautiful tits? Would you like that? Do you want it?” he asks stroking my face softly
I don’t know what’s happening but as Mr Jones continues to rub me and lick my private place I remember how good it felt when Jim and Tony did it before and I realise I want that again,
“Yes”
It slips out and I hate myself for it but as Johnny’s hot tongue sides over my cool nipple I don’t care,
“Tell him then Jane tell him to suck your big tits” Jim says
“Suck my big tits Johnny” this time I don’t think I just do as he says and as Johnny does I lose all control I had over myself
“What else would you like Jane?” he leans down his lips inches from mine and I feel and smell his warm, alcohol filled breath move over me
“Kiss me Uncle” I beg pulling him the rest of the way until his mouth covers mine just as my body explodes with pleasure, it course’s through me starting in my stomach and spreading through every inch of me.
My back arches and I moan continuously feeling the warm liquid spilling from my private place,
‘Is this what Jim meant about making me cum?’ I wonder as white lights of pleasure blind me behind my tightly closed eyes. I barely feel Jims mouth moving over mine but I can feel his hands gripping me firmly and a hard pressure on my upper back as it presses against his private bit.
As I start to come down my sense floods me as quickly as it left, filling me with the need to be sick at what my body just did and how it reacted to these men, disgust at myself for letting it, how could I enjoy these men doing this to me, how could I beg Jim to kiss me? My parents would be so disgusted and disappointed in me I realise making me feel even sicker than I did before.
I lay there panting, trying to get my body back under control as Mr Jones leans up over me smiling hard
“See Jane, you loved that, look at all this cum you covered me in.” he says lifting his face so I see it glistening in wetness. His mouth moves to mine and I taste the tangy sweet taste of the juices that cover him.
As the party winds down and Jim’s friends start to leave I’m kept on the sofa with my legs up and open for everyone to see and touch. By 4am it’s just Tony left and he shows no intention of leaving, he sits at my feet pulling my legs onto his lap and running his hands up and down my legs
“You know you can’t keep her to yourself all the time James” he says sliding his finger into me and sucking it into his mouth while looking at me
“I know, and I don’t plan to you can all share her but you have to see the reasons we couldn’t all do it tonight” Jim sits on the table watching my face
“I understand the others but you and me have been mates forever, why not me?”
“Tony this time is different, we won’t be able to explain it away if something happens to her, and we can’t just drug her.” Jim replies with a sigh, his eyes moving to Tony as he tries to explain
“I know, I know it’s just
fuck man I need some young tight pussy it’s been too long” Tony’s fingers push into me all the way emphasizing his words as I gasp in pain
“Why not call Janice for now?” Jim smiles
“God man I said young not wide open and saggy” Tony stands up letting my legs fall to the sofa
“Well I suppose I better go, I will have to watch something for now. When?” he adds looking at me then Jim
“Soon I promise maybe tomorrow see how she is” hearing this I start to get worried as he heads to the door, as Tony leaves reluctantly Jim comes over to me and picks me up cradling me in his arms
“You will sleep with me in my bed tonight Jane and you will do so every time I want you to! You won’t have a shower tonight I want you exactly as you are. I’m going to fuck you again tonight and make you come over and over. Know this though, you are mine. You will not let anyone touch you unless I say, if I tell you to fuck someone you will do it. Or I will make your life a living hell here” he says not looking at me and carrying me to his room.
As we pass the bathroom my eyes stare at it longingly but he doesn’t notice, when we get to his room he opens the door and lays me on the bed
“Tomorrow we will go to see Johnny and get you put on the pill so you won’t fall pregnant” at my confused look he continues
“Johnny is a doctor at the hospital, he will be checking you over every month so that we can keep an eye on you, don’t want you getting too damaged, and it’s not as enjoyable”
He lays next to me and pulls me towards him, I know there is no point in fighting this I have no way to get away from a thirty-five year old man especially in the state I’m in, though I am aware of everything now my mind is still muddled and hazy, I just want to sleep.
“Open your legs Jane” he says as he lifts me on top of his naked body, my legs slide down each side of his waist as he sits me on to his stomach
“Lift up” he tells me as he lines his private part with my now open private place, he lowers me down on to him and I moan in pain. He doesn’t care as he lowers his hands to my hips and slides me up and down on him hard and fast
“Oh fuck Jane you feel so warm and tight, I’m going to fuck this little pussy every night and you’re going to love it, my own personal slut.”
His hands grip my breasts as he talks over and over about what he plans to do to me, as his right hand slides down my left side and over my flat stomach reaching my hip and pulling me back and forth on him, his thumb presses against my little nub making me moan and my back to arch again
“You love your clit being rubbed don’t you baby” he whispers as he presses firmly in little circular motions, again my back arches as he flips us over, my back now against the cool sheets. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and presses deep into me, holding there while he leans down and kisses me. Pumping deep, hard and fast the pleasure builds fast and explodes inside me with hardly any warning. I moan loud as the pleasure stays with me and builds again
“Come for Uncle Baby” he says as he pushes deep and I explode again. Not giving me time to come back down he throws me round and lifts me on my hands and knees “my turn” he says as his hand slides round my waist and presses my clit seconds before his private part fills me again, he rubs me near where he fills me before moving his hand and bringing it round to my bum, I gasp and try to move away as his finger rubs over my little brown hole but his hand hold me tight
“Don’t move” he growls as he spreads my juices from his finger around my hole, using his thumb he presses hard until it slides into me making me shout out in discomfort
“I will take this too, not today, but soon” he says as he thrusts into me and continues to press his thumb in and out of my bum. As I feel him getting bigger he moves his thumb away and pushes his hands firmly on my shoulders until my face is pressed against the pillows hard and almost suffocating me. He pounds harder as he screams his release finally falling on top of me.
Lying on his back he rolls my back to his chest and he slides his semi hard private part back into me, keeping us connected his right arm traps me to him.
“Sleep now baby we will continue this when we wake”
I don’t think it will be possible to sleep as I silently sob my pain and anger out, I can hear his slow soft breathing turning into snores, I want to make a run for it but part of me is scared. Where will I go? This isn’t just my uncle raping me this is a group of very intelligent upstanding men, Johnny being a doctor, Mr Jones a secondary school head master, Alex is a vicar at the local church and George is a policeman
 these men are respected and they have a video of me that Jake plans to make look like I wanted this
 no one is going to believe a twelve year old girl over these men. If anyone finds out they will be excused, me I will be hated and called names for the rest of my life. Amazingly with the help of the last drink I had I manage to fall asleep.
The next morning I wake to find myself pressed tightly against Jim’s hot sweaty body, my head hurts as I try to move his arm and get up to use the bathroom. My body aches all over especially between my legs which feel hot and sore.
“Mm where do you think you’re going?” Jim’s sleepy voice says
“I
I need the toilet”
“Fine but come straight back here,” he says lying on his back and releasing me “just use the toilet that’s all”
I make my way to the bathroom, desperate for a shower but Jim has made it clear I’m not allowed one yet. I walk to the toilet and sit down. Pain moving through my body feeling like I have been to the gym all day. A Slight burning feeling moves through my private place as I use the toilet but I try to ignore it.
I make the mistake of looking in the mirror as I wash my hands, I can see slight red marks all over me as well as being covered in the same white crispy stuff I found the other day,
‘Oh my god, that’s what that was, Jim must have cum on me when I was sleeping’ I realise feeling sick again,
This must have been going on for ages without me realising, Ben was right
 how could I be so naive? All this time. I look down at my body and notice big hand shaped bruises over my hips.
I make my way back to Jim’s room fuming at all that’s happened,
“How could you?” I say as I get to the door, he looks up and over at me
“I’m your Niece, how could you pull that thing over me with your hand and spill your cum on my body while I sleep?” I say raising my voice, not sure where this confidence is coming from.
He gets up and sits on the side of the bed
“Come here”
“No! How could you? I’m twelve and you do that to me, I trusted you and you let your friends do it while you RAPED me” I shout.
He stands up and stalks towards me anger covering his face
“YOU ARE MINE JANE! YOU WILL DO AS I SAY” he screams, reaching me he grabs my upper arms
“GET OFF ME YOU SICK PERVERT!” I scream back,
his hand comes flying at me and slaps me hard making me fall to the floor, I look up at him with anger and hatred as I put my hand over my now red cheek. He drags me up and pushes me over the bed his hands gripping my bruised hips and pressing his fully hard cock into me making me scream in pain
“You are mine and nothing you say or do will change that!” he growls as he thrusts in and out of me. I try to claw my way over the bed and get away but it’s no use he just holds me tighter on my hips. All I can do is sob as he uses my body like a rag doll, pulling me anyway he wants, however he wants. Pushing me in every position he can think of and thrusting onto me
“Tonight I will take this hole too” he warns me as he presses his thumb deep into my bum
“No
 please Uncle don’t do this, you can’t do this
 it’s not right!”
“Nothing I want is right Jane, since I was fifteen I have always wanted to fuck young girls. I found Tony and other friends that liked it too and since then we have done just that, each time drugging them and dropping them at their door after we are done with them, careful not to leave traces. Then I met your mum, and she was so beautiful, I wanted her straight away. But she was always with that prick of a brother of mine; she never did like me no matter what I did. Then they got married and you were born, that first and only time I met you when you was Ten I realised something, I wanted you more than I have ever wanted any other girl including your mother. The fact you was my niece and it would be incest was so much more appealing. I told all my mates about you that day. I told them what I wanted to do to you; we had fun looking at the picture I took of you. Then when you turned up at my door I thought all my dreams had come true. I knew I had to take it slow so much more riskier than the others, but you also have so much more to lose if you tell anyone” he laughs hard as he finally comes deep inside me
“Go shower” is all he says as he leaves the room and makes his way down stairs,
I stay where I am for a while digesting what he has just told me,
‘I’m not the first they have done this to. I know he mentioned something like that before a few times but it never registered in my mind. And he wanted to do the same thing to my mum! I’m grateful she stayed near my dad but why would they send me here if they knew? They can’t have known, not completely. Nan would have still been alive when they wrote the will she only died last year maybe they planned to change it but no one thinks something like that’s going to happen to them’ I think to myself
‘Wait
’ I think pulling myself up and walking round the bed while holding on to keep myself up as I open the wardrobe I take a closer look at the videos on the top shelf that I found the other day.
‘Megan, Rose, Kate, Lucy, Mary, Marie, Amy, Sarah, Lisa, Claire
’ the names go on for two shelves but I’m too weak to stay up realising what I have found, other videos, the other girls. I manage to pull one down with the name Alice on it; I open the case to find a DVD and a piece of paper that says “Alice Johnson
Age: 15
Place: Forster Park (night)”
‘oh my god’ I think as I feel sick fill my mouth, I climb up and make it to the toilet just in time as I empty my stomach into it, tears running down my face I lean my hot forehead onto the bowl before sitting up and rinsing my mouth with water from the sink
“Found the DVDs I see” I hear behind me making me jump and fall back to the floor, Jim stands there holding the DVD in his hands and looking down at it with a smile on his face.
“You better have a shower,” he says as he walks away leaving me there on the floor.
I manage to get up and climb in the tub but I have no strength to stand, I pull the hose down and turn it on holding the hard spraying water over me as I sit there on my knees crying. I manage to wash myself a few times all over before I have the strength to climb out and make my way to my room.
I have to do something about this; does Alice remember what happened to her? Does she know what happened? Does she remember the men that did it? Does she have nightmares of them doing the things they did? All those girls, all that pain they had to go through. I try to think of something I can do before I remember that I’m now one of those girls.
I lay on my bed crying, not moving just snuggling up with my teddy and trying to make sense of everything that has happened all the things I have heard and seen since the weekend began. Jim ignores me most the day which suits me, but it also worries me, with his half promise to Tony last night about maybe having me today I wonder when he will come to find me.
I want to shut my door and hide under the covers but I know that will make things worse, it will give Jim an excuse to do something to me not that he seems to need an excuse to do what he has done so far, I have to face the fact this is happening. I can’t keep being dumb like I have all this time, I need to wise up.
I need to find a way out of this.

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Club Fatale, Pt. 9

As the Commodore’s machinations come to fruition, Evan finds himself reunited with his daughter in time for his final test.

Right or Wrong

When a couple just graduated from college and burdened with debt decide to appear on the BDSM-themed game show “Right or Wrong,” interesting things happen.

Living with Uncle Jim pt. 4

Monday morning I woke in Jim’s bed still in pain, more so after what he spent hours doing to me the night before. After taking me to see Johnny and making sure I had taken the morning after pill and putting me on a regular pill he told me I would be spending the night in his room. Finally at 4am I was able to go to sleep so now I was aching all over and really sleepy. I climbed slowly into the shower making sure to wash every inch of myself at least three times before I felt barely clean enough to climb out and get dressed.
“When you get home you will come to my room and wake me.” Jim tells me as I head to the door “make sure you have your uniform on and nothing under it” he adds as I put my hand on the handle trying hard not to be sick, when I open the door I come face to face with the other half of my night mare. Tony’s hands move to my hips with the pretence of steadying me
“Woo Jane careful there” he laughs while I cringe at his voice, lowering my eyes and looking down, my skin crawling I’m desperate to get away from him. As I move to the side he squeezes slightly and moves past me giving me a clear view of his son standing at the end of the path.
“Hey Jane” he calls to me smiling like he’s so happy to see me, for just a second I want to run to back inside and hide. I know it’s ridiculous this isn’t Ben’s fault he doesn’t even know what happened. I take a step forward closing the front door behind me when Jim calls me, looking back his index finger moves to his smiling mouth signalling not to say a word.
“Jane are you ok? You’re really quiet.” Ben asks when we get to school
I look up at him not even realising that we have walked all this way without me hearing a word he has said
“How was your uncle’s party?” He smiles “dad says you looked so beautiful in your new dress I wish I could have seen”
“It was ok” I mumble looking down feeling sick all over again, I hate the look in his eyes, I know he’s wondering why I’m so quiet and is worried about me, but honestly I just can’t make myself care at that moment.
At midday I start to make my way to the lunch hall but I’m stopped by Mrs Cano calling my name seemingly in a rush with her dark grey curls blowing wildly around her cubby face as she waddles into the field towards me
“Ah Jane at last I found you, I need you to come with me to Mr Jones’ office” she says breathlessly in her Spanish accent
I look over at Ben wishing somehow he would stop this, I know it’s stupid. He doesn’t know what John said he was planning, he has no reason to believe I would be in danger of our head master why would he? People like John are respected and trusted. I lower my head and follow Mr Jones’ secretary back to his office.
“Don’t worry you shouldn’t be long he just said he has a message for you from your Uncle” Mrs Cano smiles misreading my face thinking I’m worried that I’m in trouble, I try to smile back but just can’t manage it knowing what I’m about to face as I walk through the closed door to Johns office.
“Ah Jane please take a seat and close the door” he says as he closes a program on his computer and turns to me, I’m uncomfortable his deep voice still has a calming effect on me after all that he did to me that night
“Your uncle has asked to me let you know that he has had to go into work so he won’t be home until late tonight. He asks that you go straight home and make yourself ready for when he gets in” he smiles at me as he passes on the last part of his message
“I have something I would like you to see, come stand here I’m sure you will find it interesting” he adds pointing at the space beside him.
I stand and walk around his desk not able to think of a way to get out of standing within touching distance of him. His right hand moves to the mouse connected to his computer and clicks on the folder closed at the bottom of the screen, suddenly the screen is filled with the image of my blonde hair falling over my face, my mouth filled with Tony’s cock as he looks into my eyes his face contorted with pleasure. Disgust fills me as I realise I can’t see any evidence of the tears that were in my eyes when this was actually happening no red blotchy eyes or pain in my face I actually look like I’m smiling up at him with my eyes, my hand moves to my mouth as I start to feel like I’m about to throw up when I feel a hand slide up my thigh and under my skirt. I turn to look at John but his eyes are glued to the screen as his right hand clicks the mouse bringing up another picture this time a close up of my legs spread wide apart and my uncle between them. I gag holding my hand harder against my mouth trying hard not to allow the vomit now filling my throat to come any higher
“You look so beautiful don’t you think?” Mr Jones asks me pulling my thoughts away from what I’m seeing; my hand flies down to my thigh to stop his hand moving any higher as I look at him disgusted
“No I don’t! I think these pictures are disgusting and are just proof that you are all just dirty perverts having sexual intercourse with a minor”
His smile makes me want to slap him as he replies
“I thought by now you would be able to say the word fuck Jane. We fucked you and as much as you say you didn’t we all know you loved it. Now either you place your hands on the desk and watch the screen or I will have to call your uncle.”
I place my hands flat on the desk and look at the corner of the screen so I don’t actually see the folder full of pictures which he has now put on slide show so he has both hands free
“Ramona please hold my calls and tell the maintenance team that someone needs to check the forth stall in the girls toilets please” he calls through the intercom to his secretary before turning it off, I hear the click of Mrs Cano’s shoes as she waddles off to do as he asked before his right hand reaches over and easy slips open the button holding my shirt over my bra covered breasts and slides in to caress them.
His left hand continues its route up my skirt reaching the top of my thighs and brushing against my private place
“Mm you feel so warm” he breaths into my hair pulling his chair closer to me and leaning in to me, my body starts to shake and my eyes start to well up
“Look at the screen my favourite picture is coming up”
Against my better judgement my eyes move up to the middle of the screen as a picture comes up of me laying on the sofa, John’s head is buried between my thighs, my legs are wide open, my left hand is holding his head seemingly holding him in place as my back arches and I pull Jim’s mouth down to mine. The picture was taken at the exact moment I came; John’s fingers slide my knickers to one side allowing him to slide his middle finger into me. I gasp at the intrusion but he just pushes his finger deeper
“God you are still so tight, I love it” he moans pulling me to stand in front of him “Get on your knees I want you to watch something with me” he adds opening a new file labelled James birthday video. As he clicks play he pushes me to my knees
“Get my cock out and suck it while we watch” he demands, the screen is filled with the sight and sounds of what was happening when his so called favourite picture was taken.
My moans fill the room as his hands grip my hair tight letting me know this isn’t the time to mess around, I pull his private bit from his trousers and suck it into my mouth. I remember from Jim what he liked me to do so I suck him harder as I move my head up and down his shaft. His moans fill the room mingling with mine still playing on the computer screen, the sound of high heeled shoes distracts us as they move closer
“Stay down there and be quiet” he growls pulling his chair towards the desk causing me to shuffle back, “keep sucking, I didn’t tell you to stop!” I take him back in my mouth my heart beating wildly I hear him click off the sound to the video just as the door opens
“Sorry John I spoke to maintenance and they are fixing the broken toilet, also you have a meeting in half hour with Matthew Rose’s parents about his behaviour” I hear her pause “Is Miss Bows gone?” I feel Mr Jones lift his hips pushing himself further into my mouth a silent warning to carry on
“Yes Ramona, I told her, her Uncle called and she seemed upset. I didn’t want her leaving like that and having other children question her so I let her stay a while until she got herself under control” he replies calmly although I feel his cock expanding in my mouth
“Such a shame a child that young has to go through losing her parents. It’s a good thing she has her Uncle to stay with”
“I agree, I know her Uncle well and he is taking good care of her don’t you worry” he smiles back his voice a slight moan as he releases his seed into my throat “let me finish this email and then we can go down to that meeting”
As she closes the door he pulls his chair back
“That was very good, now
 before you go I want you to sit on my desk and open your legs wide. I want to taste that pussy again”
“Please Mr Jones can I just go to lunch now I haven’t eaten yet and I will have to go back to class soon” I say trying to get round the other side of the desk and to the door
“Don’t be stupid child Mrs Cano is just outside and I told her you have left already, you will have to wait until she leaves her desk and in the meantime you will get your arse over here and do as you are told” his tone changing dramatically, becoming dark and scary enough that I hurriedly push myself up onto the desk.
At first he just sits there looking at me, just as I start to shake with embarrassment a smile spreads over his mouth
“I want to hear you say it Jane” he sighs leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. his eyes roaming over my body, moving slowly from my eyes down my chest and resting between my legs, I know I don’t have a choice and the quicker I get this over with the quicker I can get back to class and forget it
Looking him straight in the eyes I lift my chin before saying
“Mr Jones I want you to lick my pussy”
The look on his face is pure satisfaction as he leans in towards me and spreads my legs wide, placing my feet on the back of his chair and bending my knees so they fall open. His hand runs up the smooth skin of my thighs reaching the top and pushing my knickers to one side once again as he bends his head.
I jump slightly as his nose moves slowly through my lips parting them as he takes a deep sniff, his hot breath releasing on the top of my thighs and slightly caressing my anal hole. I scrunch my eyes closed as he reaches the little nub at the top, moving over it quickly with the tip of his nose before following with his tongue I concentrate hard on my breathing trying hard not to let what’s happening affect my body and repeating over and over in my head ‘do not come’,
I realise it’s not working as I feel my body start to heat up and my breathing shorten as his tongue slips as deep as it can reach into my private place. His right hand comes round caressing my thighs and reaching his thumb round to caress my nub, unable to stop myself my back arches and before I know it my body tenses and pleasure fills me. As my body comes down I open my eyes to find Mr Jones staring at me with a wide grin on his face
“You know if you just give in to it Jane you will find you will enjoy it even more, maybe so much that your juices will be squirting all over my face”
I pull my legs down off the back of the chair feeling them shake with the effort,
“I will never give in to what you and my Uncle are forcing me to do,” I say with the strongest tone I can manage, the quiver in my voice caused by the aftershocks of pleasure still running through my body not helping.
His laugh catches me off guard as I push my feet to the floor and straighten my skirt
“Well the choice is yours but believe me with the amount of people you will be fucking you might as well enjoy it” he says as he pushes me back against the desk and kicking my legs apart, “Ramona would you please go to the lunch room and get me a coke before the meeting? I am nearly finished here” he calls through the intercom his right hand pushing my skirt up again and forcing his fingers into me
“No matter what you do little girl you belong to us, just you remember that” he says making me gasp in pain as he forces a third finger into me and pushes them all the way in, as we hear the tell-tale clicking of Mrs Cano’s shoes he pulls his fingers from me and places them in his mouth while spinning me round and forcing me out the door
“Remember what your Uncle said be sure to be ready and waiting for him when he gets home” he whispers in my ear before closing the door on me.
Somehow I manage to make my way all the way to the hall just before the bell rings signalling the end of lunch
“Hey Jane,” I hear Ben call behind me
I stop to wait for him not really in the mood to talk but I know that it will be suspicious if I don’t
“Where were you?” he asks as he catches up to me
“I wasn’t feeling well so I stayed in Mr Jones office for lunch” I say looking at the floor as I force my feet to move again, making myself head to class.
At the end of the day Ben and I walk home together as usual but this time accompanied by Carl and Terry who are both going to Ben’s for the night. The conversation seems full of typical teenage boy topics, girls and computers mainly but my attention span lacks the interest where I would use to be interested.
“You’ll be there won’t you Jane?”
I look up confused
“Hey earth to Jane” Carl laughs putting his arm round my shoulder, the sudden contact makes me jump causing his arm to slide from me and a hurt look to come over him “Hey I’m sorry” he tries to laugh it off holding his hands up in front of him in surrender
I stop in my tracks causing the three of them to stop and look at me
“No I’m sorry Carl I was miles away and wasn’t listening, you scared me but that was no excuse to flinch like that” I say slowly forcing myself to place my hand on his shoulder and removing it as quickly as I can without it looking strange
“What was you saying Ben? I will be where?” I ask moving down the road again
“I was just saying about my birthday next week” he says, I can feel his eyes on me watching me closely
“Sure I’ll be there what do you have planned?” I say plastering on a smile to make them feel better. As they start to laugh and joke again about the party Ben wants to have I feel myself slowly going back into my own mind and thinking about the last party I attended and how it changed my life, I know that Ben’s won’t be like that, he wouldn’t do that to me but then I thought that my Uncle would never do it.
As we reach my house I walk towards the door, reaching it before feeling a hand grab my wrist. Again I flinch before I realise its Ben
“Jane look at me” he says ignoring my flinch and reaching up to my chin, his hand gently holding me in place so I can’t look away
“Something is wrong, and I want to know what it is, I won’t push you because you clearly don’t want to talk about it but I will say no matter what it is I’m here when you’re ready to spill. You can trust me” he adds looking me right in the eyes as they start to spill over.
As he releases my face his head slowly bends giving me time to move. Although I flinch again and lower my head I don’t move completely, his lips touch my cheek pressing slightly before moving back
“Don’t” I whisper, he looks at me before stepping back and allowing me to turn and escape inside my Uncles house.
As I close the door on my three friends tears spill down my cheeks, I feel sad that I can’t be around them without starting to feel uncomfortable, I head to the bathroom feely letting the tears fall,
‘normal girls are out flirting and having fun’ I think to myself ‘my parents would say I’m too young for that and I would have agreed, I didn’t want to do things like that before but maybe it would take my mind of everything going on,’
I shake my head as I hold my hand out testing the running water from the shower
‘That would be stupid, and just plain mean I wasn’t raised like that’
I step back and look in the mirror over the sink, leaning my hands on the bowl I look closely at my eyes; they look big, red and puffy. The blue of them looking darker than usual when I’m happy and smiling, turning away I head back to the shower and start to peel away my clothes before stepping in.
The hot water cascading down my naked body I lean my head against the cool tiled wall of the shower letting my thoughts go through my head, not making myself feel any better but I’m no longer able to control them as they turn to the night ahead and what Mr Jones said that Jim wanted me to do. Every inch of my body wanting to scream, to grab my clothes and leave, even to call Ben and tell him everything but the truth is I’m scared what that will cause to happen next. Where will I go? With all the men involved who can I trust? I climb from the tub and walk to my room throwing myself onto my bed.
After calming down and making myself some cheese and bacon pasta bake I head back to my room to get dressed again in the uniform I had not long taken off, not sure what time Jim will be home I head back to the living room to watch TV.
Heading past the kitchen door I change direction and move toward the kitchen cupboard above the sink to the left, inside I find the leftover bottles of vodka, brandy and tequila, without thinking about what a bad idea it is I take the tequila bottle and pour myself a shot glass of it, I knock it back quick and follow up with another glass.
Just as I cringe from the taste of the second glass I hear Jim’s keys in the door. With the Dutch courage of the two tequilas I don’t bother to move instead just fill another glass, as he turns through the door and looks at me I smile and hold my glass up to him daring him to moan about a twelve year old drinking before knocking it back. I instantly regret it as the drink washes through me and starts to affect my senses
“Looks like I came home to a party” Jim smiles walking towards me
“Well you like parties” I sneer at him losing balance and clinging to the kitchen side
“I’m not sure I like you in this state though,” he frowns “though you did do as I asked and you are still in your uniform I will let it slide, next time if you plan to drink don’t drink so much I want you to remember what I do to you!” he continues bending down to kiss me
“I very much doubt will ever forget what you have done to me” I say filling my words with the hatred I have for him
His smile infuriates me so much that I have to look away turning my head to the side
“Oh I hope so little niece I hope you never forget I took your innocence, who this perfect body belongs to. You are mine Jane!” he whispers in my ear as he traps me against the side, his left hand coming up to my chin not unlike how Ben touched me earlier but his grip is a lot tighter almost painful as he holds my head to the side and begins to kiss his way down my neck
“I hear you had some fun at school, I want you to tell me all about it as I fuck you” he says spreading my legs and pushing his fingers into my uncovered private place
My mind beginning to become fuzzy I tell him what Mr Jones made me do at lunch, having to stop and restart every time he growls at me for details, finally getting to the part with him licking my private place Jim lifts me onto the kitchen counter and pulls my head back by my hair
“Tell me again Jane, what you said to him?” he growls licking his way up my neck and using his right hand to unbutton his jeans
“I
I told him to lick my pussy” I mumble back gasping at the end as he pushes his cock ball deep into me
“See what you do to me? The thought of my little niece being a good little slut and getting my friends to lick her pussy while someone is just outside is so hot. I bet you loved it knowing someone could have caught you, mmm his cock spilling in your mouth with Ramona just inches way talking to him”
As he thrusts into me I’m suddenly grateful for the drink, feeling numb I can easily forget what’s happening, as he lifts me up and pushes my chest over the table he pounds deeper and harder into me, causing a pain to shoot through my stomach
“OW UNCLE PLEASE IT HURTS” I shout but his pounding just continues, I grit my teeth wishing I could have another glass of drink to take away the pain and help me forget what’s happening, next time I will remember to drink enough that I’m about to be sick I think to myself
“Ah fuck you feel good baby,” he screams pulling me harder towards him so he is buried as deep as possible before releasing his seed deep into me, as his thrusts slow down and he finishes he pulls himself from me seconds before I find myself sprawled on the floor.
“Get me a beer” he says pulling his jeans up and heading towards the living room, realising he pushed me to the floor like a piece of rubbish, I slowly get back up and head towards the fridge, quickly knocking back another shot of tequila before grabbing him a beer and heading to the living room
The TV plays the scene that shocked me the day Ben came round, I quickly go to make my way up stairs when he grabs me and tells me that he hasn’t finished with me.
Just then his phone rings
His smile gives away who is on the other line straight away, dread fills me quickly.
“Tony just the man I was hoping to talk to, got a favour to ask you and to sweeten the deal come round now” he grins at whatever his friend says “Trust me man this favour won’t need sweetening” hanging the phone up he smiles at me
“Strip naked” he demands of me as he opens his can. Taking my clothes off, he sits on the sofa sideways facing me and watching me lowering my skirt.
“Good girl now put your knees on the arm rest and spread them wide,” he continues, as I do what he says I have no idea where this is heading until he adds
“Now
 put your hands both sides of my hips and suck my cock like you sucked John this afternoon”
As I comply it clicks into place, just at that moment the front door opens and Jim’s right hand lands on my head stopping me from moving
“Jesus” I hear Tony mumble as he closes the door behind him, the cool breeze caressing my bum as it clicks shut, I realise he has had a clear view of both my holes as soon as he opened the door
“Whatever the favour man you can have it” he adds as I hear his zip open and feel his hands reach my hips,
It doesn’t take long and soon Tony is filling my pussy as Jim comes in my mouth, both of them thrusting into my holes hard and fast ignoring the moans of discomfort and pain coming from my mouth. As Jim’s body comes down again he pulls my hands making me slip and fall on his chest
“Hey” Tony calls behind me as he slips out of me
“Sorry man” Jim calls back lifting me up and moving off the sofa to sit on the arm rest that I was just kneeling on, his cock slides into me, his mouth claiming mine. As he pulls back out he orders Tony to sit down on the arm rest and pushes me towards him, as Tony pulls me up and slides back into me he throws his head back in pleasure
“Hold her still” Jim says behind me, I start to get that bad feeling again that I got just before he took my virginity I try to look behind me but Tony’s arms clamp round me pinning me to him. I feel Jim’s hands pulling my hips up slightly before something big rubs over my little brown hole
“NO
NO PLEASE” I scream as loud as possible
“Shut her up” Jim growls as he pushes harder into my bum. My struggling becomes wild and determined as Tony removes one hand and blindly fails around looking for something to make me be quiet
“Fuck it man ill shut her up with my fist” he growls
“NO” shouts Jim “NO BRUISES” he says stepping back and grabbing a pillow from the arm chair. Handing it to Tony he moves back up behind me, as Tony thrusts the pillow into my face and holds it between us his hand moves to the back of my head burying my face in it and muffling my protests.
Jim pushes harder into me again the tip of his private bit finally managing to pass the resistance my body was giving causing pain I have never felt before to shoot through me, my eyes leak consistently while I scream as loud as I can. Through the agony I feel Tony moaning loudly
“Fuck James I have never felt anything so tight, I think I’m falling in love” he laughs
“Oh Jesus Christ believe me If you was this end you wouldn’t be saying that”
The two of them continue to thrust and pump into me, every now and then one of them will use my hair to pull my head back and comment on how great I look filled with both their ‘cocks’ I closed my eyes against it grateful at least that I knew I wasn’t going to come with the amount of pain I was in.
Tony’s mouth was around my boob sucking it into his mouth when I felt the warm sensation filling both my holes letting me know it will soon be over, they thrust a few more times making sure to empty themselves completely before pulling out of me and letting me fall on the sofa
“Looks like you took that hole good and proper” Tony laughed pointing down at Jim’s private bit. Opening my eyes I look over at Jim as he sits on the arm rest of the chair and notice that his lower half is covered in blood, my left hand gently reaches back and softly touches my sore bum, coming against something wet I look down at my and seeing my blood. Panic builds inside me as I sit up.
Jim looks over at me and smiles
“Don’t panic I just ripped you a little should have prepared you more but I couldn’t be bothered to wait, we will visit Johnny tomorrow” he adds
The pain still coursing through me says it’s more than a little, my tears still falling as Tony pushes me to my back and slides his fingers back into me. I can’t believe they really don’t care what they just put me through, my hands fly up as I begin to punch every inch of him I can reach the pain shooting up my back fuelling my anger and actually helping me to think through it.
Seeing what I’m doing Jim comes running round the other side of the sofa and grabs my hands but not before I shock them both with a swing that connects firmly with Tony’s nose. As if in slow motion I hear a crack and feel warm liquid spray over my face. He climbs off me screaming and shouting all kinds of words even the devil himself would blush at, it doesn’t take him long though to recover and come stomping towards me with painful intentions in his eyes, my anger still burns inside me and I struggle against Jim’s hands wanting to punch them both
“Tony stop” quicker than I thought possible Jim stands in front of me with his hands against Tony’s chest
“Move out of my way James that little bitch needs a lesson in respect” he growls trying to push against Jim
“NO BRUISES” Jim shouts pushing him hard making him stumble and fall to the ground
“Are you fucking kidding me? Look what she fucking did” he points to his nose now streaming steadily with his blood
I can’t help myself as a laugh builds up and escapes my lips bringing both men to stare at me
“You think this is funny bitch?” Tony yells over Jim’s shoulder causing my hysterics to start all over again as his anger comes out in a roar Jim still stands between us
“Jane if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m going to hurt you in a way that won’t leave any marks” he shouts over his shoulder at me making me laugh even more
“Y…you already d…did” I manage between breaths finding it strange myself after what’s just happened I can’t stop laughing, but as they say you either laugh or you cry and I have been crying enough lately come to think of it who are they?
The strange though slows my giggling as I climb from the sofa a sob following the last giggle as I accidentally press against my bum
“Can I have a shower?” I ask sitting on my knees on the floor
“A salt water bath would be better” Jim replies not looking at me as I crawl the stairs on my hands and knees.
The bath water stings against my broken skin making me grit my teeth and grip tightly against the sides. When I finally manage to get under the water the door bangs into the wall beside me making me jump
“What the fuck what that?” Jim growls at me “don’t you start to think that cause I don’t want you bruised I won’t hurt you in other ways” he adds coming towards me and gripping my neck with his hand, instinctively I let go of the sides of the bath and grip his hand trying to pull him off me. He pushes me back into the bath and releases me causing another shot of pain to go through me
“Sit forward” he growls again and pouring half the tub of salt that he’s holding into the hot water behind me, using his hand to swirl it around till it dissolves he adds “the salt will help your muscles relax and also help you start to heal”
It becomes clear that he has no intention of leaving as he sits on the toilet seat and watches me sit there in the water, I decide to get on with it hoping that the salt will ease some of the pain but it doesn’t seem to be working as I lean back slowly
“Why did you hit him?” he asks, I can’t believe what a stupid question it is and that he really has to ask
“You both just hurt me really bad Jim, and then he pushed me back on my bum to stick his fingers in me” I said looking at him
“I don’t care what he did you had no right to touch him like that” he stands up and bends over me “and I have told you before not to call me Jim”
“No right? I had no right? Are you joking? You have no right to rape me over and over, you have no right to hurt me the way you have yet you stand there and say I have no right to defend myself?” I shout at him
Quicker than I could have seen it coming his hand catches mine and pins them against the tiled wall while his right hand moves under the water, spreading my legs and pressing into my bum
“I. Don’t. Care. How. Much. It. Hurts. You. You. Are. Mine!” he says slowly emphasizing every word while looking at me in the eyes, his biggest finger sliding in and out of my bleeding hole, sending blankets of pain all over me. He releases me just as quick again,
“You better find a way to apologise to him. I have to go away for the night for work and I asked him to watch you,” at my confused look he smiles “you will be staying at Tony’s house the night”
‘Oh my god,’ I think to myself ‘how am I meant to survive the night alone with Tony?’ then I realise I won’t be alone, Ben will be there and hopefully Tony’s wife Kerry will be there too.
“When?” I ask as he leaves the bathroom
“Thirteenth” he says walking down the hall
When I climb out I head to my room until I hear a cough coming from the end of the hall, looking up Jim is standing in his door way looking at me. Shaking his head at his room he turns round disappearing from sight and expecting me to follow, for a second I entertain the thought of ignoring him and continuing to my room but I know the consequences wouldn’t be worth it in the end. Sighing I head to his room to find him laying on the bed waiting for me
“Please Uncle, let me sleep tonight surely you have hurt me enough and can’t possible want sex again?” I plead with him too tired to argue
“Get on the bed Jane” he demands ignoring my protest. To my surprise as I lay down I see that his clothes stay on “turn around I want to check that you’re not ripped” not sure if this is another trick but wanting to know the answer myself I turn away from him so that he can see my back passage clearly
Gently his fingers probe the sensitive area only causing slight pain enough to just make me gasp quietly
“No, you aren’t ripped,” he says from behind me before moving away and laying next to me
“Jane I want you to know that I do care for you” he continues shocking me as he pulls me into his arms
“I don’t want to hurt you, but you won’t do as I tell you without me forcing you. I want you to enjoy it like we do. I want you to enjoy giving other people the pleasure you bring me and letting me watch or tell me about it, of course that’s only with people I want you to fuck not boys at your school.” He adds looking my in the eyes,
I’m not sure where this is coming from part of me is glad that he seems to be being gentle but the other part knows that’s how I fell for his trap before.
“Jane in time you will learn the pleasures you can bring a man and even a woman, I will teach you if you just stop fighting our love” as I look up at him confused where he gets the idea love has anything to do with this his mouth lowers to mine.
The kiss is soft yet demanding as his tongue presses against my lips his hands run through my hair stoking me softly, I can’t help think that it would be quite romantic if it wasn’t my Uncle kissing me, if he hadn’t of done all the things he has. Maybe if he was just a normal boy my age, maybe if he was Ben I would have enjoyed it.
He brings me from my thoughts as his heavy weight lowers into my chest, I try to prepare myself for what’s about to happen but again I’m shocked as his clothes stay on and he makes no attempt to remove the towel that is the only thing between our bodies.
“You are perfect Jane, just what I always needed. With you I won’t need anyone else, just you” he says rolling back on to the bed and pulling me tight towards him,
“I won’t harm another girl if I can just have you” he mumbles closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep,
my head filled with pressure and guilt, how can I say no when he says he won’t hurt anyone else, but how can I trust him? How can I say yes and spend the rest of my life being a sexual slave to a bunch of dirty old men? And women? He mentioned women, I hope to god he was just using it as some kind of example and not really intending to force me into some kind of gay sexual thing.
As these thoughts so through my head another thought comes flying at me ‘Jim mentioned that I will be staying with Tony on the thirteenth that’s Ben’s birthday, the night of the party he wanted to have, maybe with all those people there it won’t be so bad but then saying that it could make things worse.’ My head starts to become fussy again with all the thoughts, pressure and the aftermath of the tequila
Before falling asleep I decide I will talk to Ben tomorrow
 about the party at least


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The principal.

The Principal.
My name is Sofia. I am 5’7, 16, and a junior at High school. With fiery red naturally straight hair and big wide emerald green eyes I am quite a hit with the guys. Not to mention my pale flawless skin, skinny physique, big C cup beasts, and wide rounded butt. It was a typical Monday morning, I was late to first period because I was egging my math teacher’s car. Oh did I not mention I am a trouble maker..Little did I know that was to change soon. Not listening to a word Mrs. Jackson said the bell rang and I left the class. I go to a catholic school and we have uniforms, a white button up blouse (So that my black bra was showing through quite clearly) and a very short, or at least mine is, plaid skirt.
I was passing in the hallway and saw Mr. Owens my math teacher. Smiling knowing what he was going to drive out of school I bent over in front of him, lifting my skirt up and waving my butt in his face, showing my black thong. Watching him go pale and rush into his class was good enough for me and I turned around to head to second period. Somebody was right in front of me and I backed up saying in a annoyed voice, “Excuse Me!” and I looked up at my 6’3 principal Mr. Greene or Kyle as everyone else knows him as. “Oh!” I exclaimed realizing he had saw all of my teasing and I tensed knowing Mr. Greene has an anger problem. “Well Well I was coming to inform Mr. Owens his car was egged.” Seeing my face go even paler must have given me away. “But I think I already know who did it.”
Grabbing my arm roughly Mr. Greene led me into his office giving his secretary a nod. Mr. Greene is a fantasy for most girls at my school. He is 32, tanned and muscular, also his jet black hair and icy blue eyes help too. For some reason he’s not married, and most girls in school would kill to be alone so they could try and seduce him. “Don’t think I also didn’t notice your inappropriate undergarments and your slutty bra showing quite obviously through that shirt.” Covering my arms over my chest I scowled at him. “So, Egging a car, flashing, and breaking dress code. Plus I was informed of your tardiness in first period..I wonder how your parents are going to react.” That got a reaction from me, “Please no don’t tell my parents just give me detention or something!!” Laughing in a cold way Mr. Greene said, “ I think this is far worse than detention. But I do have another form of punishment that would keep this from your parents, you have to say yes now or lose your chance.” Fisting my hands worried about what I was agreeing to I nodded quickly, “Yes of course”
Opening his door Mr. Greene Nodded to Mrs. Hudson saying quickly,“Take your lunch break Betty, I have this handled.” She nodded understanding, grabbed her purse and left. Closing, and locking the door Kyle turned around looking down at Sofia, “Would you like to know what your punishment will be?” He asked sweetly.
“Yes Please”
“Well bend over the desk and lift your skirt up and you will find out” He smiled as he walked over to grab a cane. Looking at him in disbelief Sofia realized he wasn’t kidding and decided it would be better to go along and her punishment would be over quicker. Bending over his desk so that her ass was raised quite high she lifted her skirt blushing because of her skanky underwear. Mr. Greene decided on a wooden cane, thin but painful. Turning around he saw Sofia’s wide but creamy ass raised for her punishment and he gasped realizing he had an erection and his secretary wouldn’t be back for and hour and a half. I’m going to have fun with this, he thought smiling. Walking until he was right behind her Kyle said in an icy tone, “Jump up and I will give you extra.”
Raising his hand above his head Kyle brought the cane down hard in the middle of her ass, a loud crack could be heard. Sofia jumped up and her hands immediately went to her ass rubbing quickly. “I was going to give you ten but now that doesn’t count cause you jumped” Kyle tapped the cane impatiently, “Get back in the position!” he barked. Tears ran down her face as she shook her head, “Please no I’m so sorry I won’t do anything bad again!” Whipping the cane quickly and landing on her soft upper thigh he yelled, “I said get back in position!” Crying out Sofia did as she was told. Crack, Crack, Crack, He landed three quick blows to her blushing bottom. Sofia was gripping the edge of the desk sobbing loudly now as he punished her poor ass. Delivering seven more hits ranging from the top of her ass to the top of her thighs Kyle set the cane down and admired his work. There was red lines up and down her tanned naughty bottom and she was wiggling her ass quickly in pain.
Kyle looked down and saw his boner and sighed. “Turn around” He said in a voice that refused disobedience. Sofia turned around and her eyes automatically wandered down towards his straining crotch. “Such a naughty girl making her principal horny!” He scolded, “Come and give me a blow job or else I will use that cane again.” Sofia rushed towards him and kneeling in front of his crotch she undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. Kyle’s boner practically smacked her in the face, she pulled his boxers down and stared at his long, thick, 8 and a half inch dick. Getting impatient he grabbed her long scarlet colored locks and pressed his dick against her lips demanding entrance.
Opening her mouth Sofia licked the head seductively, she was hoping that a blow job was all he wanted. Taking half of his dick in her mouth Sofia swirled her tongue around his dick and grabbed his balls, she squeezed slightly.
Kyle loved the feel of her tiny moist mouth enclosed around his dick but it only made him want her more. Grabbing Sofia by the hair he lifted her to her feet roughly. “Take off those panties!” He barked. She complied believing he wanted to spank her again, that’s just what he wanted her to think. “Turn around, lift up your skirt, and grab the edge of the desk!” Again Sofia sighed and obliged.
Kyle looked at her with pure lust in his eyes. Her red hair tousled and her green eyes teary as she looked back at him. Not to mention her flipped up skirt and scarlet ass and some of her thighs. Walking forward he landed a hard slap on her butt with his hand and said angrily, “Look at the floor!” She did and he stepped out of his pants walking towards her with his massive erection. “Grab the edge as tight as you can” He commanded as he touched his dick to her slick pussy lips. Parting the with his dick Kyle quickly rammed his cock as fast as he could, he was surprised when he felt her hymen break.
Sofia let out a brief yell and tried to get up but couldn’t because Kyle was putting all his weight on her, pinning her to the desk. He continued plowing into her tight pussy, feeling the total ecstasy and not caring the trouble he could get into. Sofia was making quiet moaning sounds, and blushed when she realized that her body was betraying her. Kyle gabbed her breasts and squeezed hard, “Enjoying this you little slut?” he had noticed her getting wet.
Sofia shook her head, “Please stop, I swear I won’t tell just stop!” Kyle chuckled evilly, the he did one last thrust. He grunted, and Sofia felt his warm cum coating her insides. Her eyes watered as his dick slid out of her and she slid off the desk. Looking up at him pitifully Kyle thought to himself, “Hmm, for all the bad things you’ve done I’m not sure that was enough punishment..” His eyes glittered as a idea came to him..
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Fucking Mr. Scone

Former Employee and witch Sharon McLuster finds herself lusting after her former employer, Mr. Arcutus Scone. He tries to accomodate her and at first she refuses. Then she finds out that if she doesn’t ease her need for him, her life is going to be hell

Used and abused in my first foursome.

My previous stories have all detailed terrible beatings. In this one I have explored fantasies of myself being used in a group sex scene. I have kept up the idea of being used and abused, and have kept a degree of BDSM in the story.
At the insistent suggestion of one reader, I have introduced something rather dirty which may turn some readers off, but presumably, might excite others. I will be interested in receiving some feedback on that issue.
Anyhow, I hope that, for men and women alike, you all masturbate while reading my story, as I did while writing it.
For several months after her last beating, Yvonne’s husband made no further attempt to involve her with any other men. It seemed that his perverse desire to see his wife suffer, had at least temporarily been satisfied.
It was certain that Yvonne’s own bizarre need for such cruel dominance had well and truly been sated.
At times when she thought back over her experience, Yvonne considered herself to have been so stupid to have submitted to such violent treatment. On the other hand though, another stronger train of thought gave her a sense of deep, personal satisfaction that she had undergone such treatment and that she had excited such lustful violence in the men who had used her.
The months slid by with Yvonne and Rob’s sex life having reverted to one of normality. Lately though, Rob had once more had lustful desires to see his wife being beaten and abused by another man. With these thoughts in mind, he began to consider that it was time that she should be used by several men at the one time. Accordingly, he began to seek out sadists on internet porn sites. The few that he found living relatively local to him, were treated to full and explicit descriptions of his wife and of the perverted sessions of cruelty that she had previously undergone.
Now, one night as he fucked his wife, he began telling her of the several men that he’d been in contact with. Instinctively, Yvonne immediately knew where this talk would lead. She felt a tremor of emotion through her body, but it was a tremor of lustful excitement rather than of fear.
Rob spoke generally, not being specific on any detail, as he tested his wife’s reaction.
Yvonne just very momentarily hesitated, but then, unable to help herself, she enthusiastically took the bait.
“How many men?” ……. “huge cocks, you say!” ………… “love being cruel – you always seem to talk to those types darling.”
Her husband, knowing his wife’s mind so well, at once knew that she was ripe for more cruel, sadistic use.
Once he might have led her on very slowly, all the time testing and easing her further and further into his scheme. Now however, he went straight to the point and told his wife, “three guys together will be a whole new experience for you.”
Yvonne’s mind was in a turmoil – she thought back to her previous sessions and imagined what terrible treatment might be in store for her if she let herself be led into the hands of these men. Those thoughts told her to resist, but perverted lustful feelings led her further and further on. She knew that it was madness to once more submit to such horrors of cruelty, and yet she couldn’t help herself.
What a strange marriage theirs was. Yvonne’s husband obviously loved her very dearly, and yet he had this need to see her degraded, abused, and suffering. Indeed the more they spoke of this new scheme, the more loving and tender he became towards his wife. She on the other hand, thrilled that she could stir such debauched lust in her husband, and be the cause of leading men to do such appallingly cruel things to her.
Rob had often marvelled at his wife’s willingness to submit to the cruelties of the men he had set her up for. It was not as if she could easily bear the pain – she sooked like a baby if she should happened to bump herself or to get a scratch.
He felt great satisfaction with his achievements. Yvonne had been so innocent and pure when they had married, indeed she still appeared that way to her family and friends – they would be amazed if they knew her true feelings and if they knew of the activities she got up to.
Shortly after their marriage, Rob had introduced his bride to pornography – soft core at first, but rapidly escalating to the crudest that could be found. He delighted that Yvonne had immediately shown such interest in the filthy magazines and videos that he had shown her, and that she was so willing to experiment with the new ideas to which she was introduced.
She had baulked a little when introduced to BDSM, but soon agreed to try being spanked. She surprised both herself and her husband the way that she had rapidly progressed from wanting no more than just some playful slapping on the bottom, to being enthusiastic in being genuinely hurt and wanting her husband’s leather belt to inflict some serious pain.
Yvonne wondered about her lust and believed herself to be perverted and abnormal because of her bizarre and unnatural desires. She thought back to the constant fantasy she’d had as a child, when she would lay in bed touching herself and imagining that she was displayed naked in some public place, with dozens of men stopping to view her. At that stage she had never imagined any physical abuse, she had only revelled in the idea of being degraded and humiliated.
Over the next couple of day’s, Yvonne’s husband got busy with his emails. Soon all was set. The three men would meet together, then come and use Yvonne in her own house.
The time came. Yvonne had spent a long time preparing herself, and was beautifully made up and all ready to be given to the men. She couldn’t keep still, so tense was she with nervous anticipation. First she would sit, then get up and look out of the window. Then into the kitchen to get a drink, but then leave it untouched as she went back to the window. No sooner at the window than she would go to check that her hair was right. She was fired with sexual anticipation, but also so very, very nervous and a little scared.
Finally, as she glanced out of the window for the fiftieth time, Yvonne was transfixed as she saw a car pull up. She watched the three men get out and stand talking as they looked towards the house.
“They’re here,” she excitedly told her husband, her voice filled with conflicting emotions.
The men walked towards the house, one middle aged, short, swarthy, and powerfully built; another taller and athletic looking; the third quite a bit older than what Yvonne would have expected, somewhere in his sixties, with small cruel looking eyes.
Rob opened the door and greeted them as he would someone who was extremely welcome.
The men seemed a little apprehensive, perhaps thinking that this all seemed too good to be true and wondering if it were some sort of bizarre joke. These thoughts seemed to be confirmed when Yvonne was introduced – she was altogether too lovely, with too pretty a face to be someone involving herself in this sort of thing.
Rob sensed their suspicions and, to put them at ease, asked if they would like to have his wife suck their cocks.
The old man with the cruel eyes was the one to jump at the offer. “Come on then slut,” he sneered as he unzipped his pants and took his big, heavy, rapidly swelling cock out.
Yvonne, wanting to ease her own tension and nervousness, immediately knelt down and took the base of the man’s large cock in her soft hands. She kissed his big, heavy cock, licked the hard, swollen head, then engulfed it with her lips and slowly lowered her mouth down over the thick, pulsing penis.
“Arrhhh,” the man half growled and half sighed. He reached down and screwed up Yvonne’s hair in two fistfuls and dragged her head so far onto his cock that it pushed right to the entrance to her throat, causing her to gag and choke.
“Ha! Listen to the fucking slut,” the old guy sneered jubilantly as Yvonne struggled and coughed and choked with gurgling, retching sounds emitting from her as her head was held tight and deep fucked right back to her throat. She struggled and reaching up with her arms tried to push the guy away. He simply tightened his grip on her dark hair and shoved his cock right into her epiglottis, causing her to wretch violently as her body tried to vomit out the cock that was invading her throat and blocking off her airway.
The other two men, seeing Yvonne’s husband simply grinning and standing by watching this physical abuse of his wife, now undid their pants and took out their large, thick, hard cocks.
The two rubbed their cocks over Yvonne’s face, unable to do little else while the old guy was fucking her mouth so savagely.
Yvonne’s eyes were staring and she began to thresh about wildly as she slowly suffocated. The old guy, seeing the need to perhaps let her have a few breaths, pulled his cock out and gave her a hard slap across the cheek. “You stupid, fucking, cunt-whore,” he snarled, and then once more plunged his cock into her mouth.
One of the other guys glanced across at Yvonne’s husband, thinking that such abuse might be too much. One brief glance though, told that the husband approved entirely of this perverted use of his wife. Accordingly, this second guy now wrenched Yvonne’s head around in preparation for also fucking her throat.
The old guy, having been displaced from Yvonne’s mouth, now got down and half ripped her blouse from her shoulders, revealing her small breasts with their large, firm nipples. Opening his mouth he bit into one, causing Yvonne to buck about and give a muffled, gurgling yell as her mouth and throat were, at the same time being fucked.
Leaning back, the old guy admired the teeth marks that he’d left on the soft, white flesh of Yvonne’s breast. Now, with the flats of his hands, he began to viciously slap her tits so that they lurched from side to side and to rapidly glow red.
Yvonne was gurgling, choking, retching, grunting as her throat was fucked and her breasts were slapped and beaten.
“Stand the cunt up while I get her skirt off,” the older guy ordered in a way that had to be obeyed.
Yvonne dragged up by her hair, struggled to her feet and stood submissively while the old guy fumbled with the catch and zipper of her skirt.
“Let me do it,” she said after a moment as she saw the guy struggling to get the hook undone. She then deftly undid the catch, slid the zipper down, and let her skirt fall to reveal lovely lace top white stockings and the sexiest little pair of bikini panties.
Yvonne made no hesitation in sliding first one, then the other stocking down and playfully kicked them from her feet. Her delicate, slender hands then slipped the panties down over her belly, down her naked thighs, to fall around her ankles. She then stood there stark naked for the three guy’s lustful inspection.
The three men stood gazing for a moment, transfixed by the sight of Yvonne’s lovely body, her lovely unblemished skin, her firm, shapely figure with the small white breasts surmounted by her quite large nipples.
Once more it was the old guy who took the initiative. “Fuck! I’m going to ruin that fucking beautiful body,” he sneered cruelly.
To put his promise into action, he grabbed a handful of Yvonne’s hair and forced her down onto her knees. He then proceeded to once more fuck her mouth while at the same time, having dropped his hands to her throat, began to half strangle her by pressing both thumbs against her windpipe, just occasionally releasing them only to give her a few firm slaps across her face.
The other two guys, not being slow in taking advantage of what one laughingly described as a piece of free fuck-meat, dragged Yvonne into position on all fours so that one could get up behind her and plunge his massively hard cock deeply into her wet, dribbling cunt, while the other began to tightly bind her small tits with a substantial length of cord.
Yvonne’s husband, having stripped naked, stood by gloating at his wife’s abuse and alternately urged the guy fucking her cunt to “really sink your cock into the fucking whore,” then prompting the guy with the cord to “bind her tits so tightly as to nearly cut them off,” then promptly turning his attention to the guy fucking his wife’s mouth by telling him to “strangle the slut while you fuck her throat.”
Each of the men were constantly hurling verbal abuse at Yvonne as they went about their business of abusing her body. “Filthy little whore, stupid fucking bitch, dumb-ass fucking harlot, dirty fucking cunt,” the abuse was continual and washed over Yvonne in torrents of degrading ideas as she felt her tits aching and throbbing from their bindings; as she gagged and choked and gasped for air from being mouth fucked and strangled, and as her body lusted and filled with thrilling sensations as the huge cock plunged back and forth, back and forth in her wet, slippery pussy.
The guy slid his cock from Yvonne’s squelching cunt. The cock was massive at perhaps nine inches in length and the thickness of Yvonne’s slender wrists. It was glistening with the combined juices of its own oozing cum along with the copious quantities of juice which Yvonne was dribbling from her lustful cunt. The veins along the length of the guy’s cock stood out like whipcords, the pressure of which pumped his cock to its huge, swollen size.
He leaned forward and slid his tongue across Yvonne’s tightly closed asshole. He then dribbled saliva onto it and began to press the ball of his finger onto her hole, opening it slightly and working his saliva in as a lubricant.
Yvonne spread her knees a little more and slightly pushed her bum further upwards. She knew what was coming next and she lusted for that dirty and unnatural form of fucking.
Yvonne’s hole was loosening. Two fingers now probed and pulled and stretched at her anus. The guy’s saliva dribbled in. The fingers slipped about now, becoming easier to slide in and out. The fingers came out and the cum oozing head of the huge cock now pressed against Yvonne’s hole.
Pushing and pressing forwards the cock stretched the opening to Yvonne’s anal canal until it entered into her body, causing her to emit little gasping moans of delight.
The guy’s large hands gripped Yvonne’s soft ass cheeks, spreading them apart as his cock began to ease up into her body. In, in, further and further, stretching her until the guy’s pubic hair pressed firmly against the flesh above her asshole. His cock now deep within her, hugged firmly by her anal tube.
In and out the guy slowly pumped his cock. Her intestines felt warm and slimy on his pulsing, lusting cock. He eased his cock half the way out and looked down at its hardness, glistening with slime . How degrading to make her suck it, the thought occurred to him.
He pulled right out, his huge cock swaying out in front of his belly.
“Let the slut suck this,” he said to the old guy as he tried to push his way towards Yvonne’s gagging, gasping mouth.
The older guy seeing the value in giving way, let the guy push his smeared cock between Yvonne’s lovely lips, swapping position so that it was now the old guy fucking her ass as she sucked on the cock which had previously been deep within her now well stretched bowels.
The two set up a rotation, each of them alternately fucking Yvonne’s ass and then her mouth.
Yvonne’s husband, so worked up at watching his wife being abused in this way, knelt beside her and reached his hand into her now vacant cunt. Three fingers easily slipped into her slippery wetness, and moments later he had four fingers exploring her sloppy fuck-pit, and pushing in until her cunt stretched enough for the fingers to enter right in past the knuckles of his fist, with just his thumb sticking out.
Rob worked his wife’s cunt in this way for a moment or two, then lay his thumb alongside his fingers and began to push his hand forward with the intention of inserting his entire fist up inside his wife’s cunt.
Yvonne had had her husband’s fist inside her on several occasions and soon her husband had all fingers and thumb in her cunt and was pressing forward and twisting his hand back and forth so that his knuckles were stretching, stretching, stretching her hole.
Yvonne’s cunt was literally dribbling her juices so that they trickled down the insides of her thighs. Suddenly her cunt, having stretched so much, engulfed her husband’s entire fist and it slid totally inside her body.
Rob had a definite intention in getting his fist up inside his wife’s cunt. He straight away twisted his hand so that his fingers could press against the thin flesh membrane separating cunt from shit tunnel.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, as he actually felt the guy’s cock moving up and down at the other side of the separating wall inside his wife’s cunt. He pressed on the separating flesh within Yvonne’s cunt, and then the old guy, who happened to be the one fucking Yvonne at the time, exclaimed that his cock could feel the husband’s hand pressing against him inside the slut’s body.
Yvonne was going crazy with the treatment which she was receiving. A cock in her mouth, a cock up her bum, a fist inside her pussy, and her breasts swollen and being slapped around, was just heaven to her. Her whole being was filled with fabulous sensations of lustful desire.
She had totally surrendered herself in every way to the men who were using her so crudely and pervertedly. She was so thrilled that she had abandoned every scrap of decency, every shred of morality. She was at that moment the absolute antithesis of purity, chastity and decency.
Fleetingly, her marriage vows came to mind, something about honour and fidelity, something about being true and faithful to her husband. Her lust revelled in the thought that she had so totally violated those vows.
At the odd moments when her mouth was not full of cock, she moaned and gasped softly in her unbridled lust. “Oh God,” she moaned at one of these moments, “you can do absolutely anything you want with me.”
The guy in the process of transferring his cock from her ass to her mouth, laughed and said, “we already are you stupid fucking cunt.”
Yvonne giggled at his retort but her laughter was immediately stifled by the cock stuffing into her mouth right to the back of her throat.
Meanwhile, having Yvonne’s tits firmly bound, and by lots of slapping and nipple twisting and pulling, the third guy had her tits in a state of hard, bulging firmness with a colour somewhere approaching a deep purplish red, her nipples standing hard and protruding perhaps half and inch or more from the round curvature of the swollen breasts.
Bending his fingers into a claw shape, the guy slowly dragged his nails across Yvonne’s bulging breast, leaving a red, scratched abrasion. Yvonne gasped at the pain, along with her gasping for breathe as the other two guys continued rotating their fucking from her ass to mouth.
The guy continued with his scratching, slowly moving around each tit until they were both lightly lacerated with his claw marks.
Yvonne, busy with being ass and mouth fucked, wasn’t sure just what was being done to her breasts, she just knew that whatever was happening, it was extremely painful and her breasts not only hurt from the sharp pain being inflicted, but they also ached and throbbed agonisingly.
The guy working on her tits, next slipped across to where he’d tossed his pants onto the floor. He’d come well prepared for such an eventuality and, reaching into his pocket, he took out half a dozen large safety pins. He smiled as he undid a pin and looked at the cruel, sharp point.
Back to Yvonne’s swollen breasts, he, rather than just stick the pins through her flesh, amused himself by spiking her tits all over by sticking just the tip of the spike into her flesh.
Yvonne gave squeals of pain whenever she had her mouth free of the two cocks. She jumped and flinched at each painful protrusion of the pin into her flesh.
Each little prick resulted in a red dot of blood on her skin. The guy kept on and on and on, pricking and laughing at each gasp and each little lurch or twitch of her body as she felt the pain of the pins penetrating her flesh.
After a half an hour of tormenting Yvonne’s breasts in that way, the guy suddenly felt a surge of cruel, spite, and he suddenly grabbed one nipple and savagely drove the pin into it, then pushed viciously until the pin had driven right through and out the other side. One pin, two pins, three pins through one nipple. Yvonne was squealing and whimpering in pain.
Next two pins viciously driven, one after the other, through her other nipple.
The guy hesitated in driving the last of the pins through Yvonne’s nipples. Instead he used the sharp point to drag it all over her breasts, leaving horrible deep scratches that wept little beads of blood.
Yvonne had struggled to get up and free herself as the horrible painful scratching of her breasts was taking place. The two guys alternately fucking her ass and mouth had no notion of stopping their filthy game though, and they slapped her face hard, a half dozen times to make her be still. “Stay where you are, you fucking whore,” the one snarled at her as he gave her a particularly hard slap which sent her head jerking backwards.
This last blow took Yvonne by surprise and she gave a yell of pain and dismay, but then enthusiastically submitted once more to the perverted game of having the two cocks rotate from her ass to her mouth, and mouth back to ass. The blows had done nothing to dismay her, they in fact made her more and more satisfied with the abuse of her body that was going on.
Yvonne was crying now as the last of the pins was gleefully stuck through her nipple. The tears streamed down her cheeks. She wanted all of this to happen to her, but she nevertheless struggled to bear it.
Standing up, Yvonne’s tit torturer suggested to the other two guys that they get her into a sandwich with one up her ass, one up her cunt, and the third fucking her mouth. This suggestion was enthusiastically taken up and Yvonne was helped to lay backwards on top of the guy whose cock was firmly up her ass.
Having attained that position, Yvonne leaned back on her elbows so as not to completely squash her ass-fucker underneath, not that her tiny frame she had enough weight to do that anyway.
She brought her knees up and spread apart ready for one of the others to take up his position in her wet, slippery, and gaping pussy.
That position being filled, the remaining guy squatted astride her head and plunged his hard cock into Yvonne’s eagerly open mouth, jamming it first into her cheeks so that they bulged out with the shape of the cock, then plunging it straight in and dragging her mouth and throat onto his massively hard cock.
The three guys fucked and fucked Yvonne’s every sex opening all together. On and on, frantically and lustfully.
Yvonne was approaching a delirium of delight at being fucked in such a lewd, obscene way. Her husband, just as frantic in his lustful enthusiasm, began masturbating violently until he rushed to his wife to deliver his spurting cum all over her face as she looked up at him with a look of pure delight.
Looking at Yvonne’s face with the considerable quantity of white cum slowly dribbling down over her forehead and cheeks seemed to inspire the guy fucking her mouth. Taking a firmer grip on her head, his large hands held her face and fucked more and more frantically until the tears welled up in Yvonne’s eyes as she gagged and gurgled with the most fantastic choking sounds with the guy’s cock jammed tightly right down her throat.
These sounds in turn inspired the other guys and the one fucking her cunt began to plunge and drive his cock in and out of Yvonne’s cunt which was so slippery and wet as to squelch with the most obscene slurping sounds.
Yvonne’s body, in spite of her being half choked and throttled, was rapidly racing towards uncontrollable orgasm. Her body was lurching vigorously as she pumped her body, as best she could in her position, onto the three cocks which were fucking her.
Her lust was surging out of control. It was fabulous! It was gorgeous! It was sensational! It was more than she could bear! She would go mad with the wonderful feelings! She moaned, she groaned, she gurgled and grunted in a wild abandon of lustful orgasm.
The mouth fucking cock withdrew from her throat just in time for the cum to spurt into her mouth. She moved her tongue through the gooey stuff. She swallowed it greedily.
Cum pumped into her pussy, turning its already slippery wetness into an obscene, sloppy, slimy fuck pit.
Cum gushed up her bum, making that fuck hole just as sloppy as her cunt.
The fucking had stopped. Yvonne wanted more, more, more. Her hands went to her pussy and she masturbated like a wild thing, driving herself on to continuing frantic orgasmic delights.
Finally she began to calm down. The men stood over her grinning.
“Outside cunt!” one of them laughed as he dragged her upright by her hair.
Yvonne was led out into the back yard of the house, then roughly shoved down onto the hard, cold concrete path.
All four men stood around her directing their still half-hard cocks towards her.
Yvonne knew exactly what was to come but she still felt so lustfully and wantonly like the degraded slut that she indeed was, that she eagerly looked up into the men’s laughing, sneering faces.
The urine came in a spray. First one, then two, then all four spraying her with their warm, yellow fluid.
It splashed onto her belly, her breasts and into her face.
“Open wide,” the laughing order came.
She opened wide and tasted the tepid, disgusting urine as it splashed and gurgled in her mouth. She began to drink. It was revolting. She kept on swallowing and swallowing. Mouthful after mouthful. With four men all pissing there was plenty to drink.
The spray finally stopped.
“You dirty, disgusting, fucking cunt,” one of the guys said as they all stood looking down on her.
Yvonne felt dirty and degraded but she felt wonderful.

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Hunting Season-Part 1

Morgan Jackson. 18, cheerleader, beautiful, loner. Sometimes being alone isn’t what it’s all cracked up to be. No one to help you when you’re alone…

Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 5

As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

Titcage (All Chapters)

A lobbying group, Titcage, works to degrade women and educate them on how to be the sluts they really are. Long and very graphic, with something for everyone.

Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 3

As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

Boy Stud-7

I could tell that Greta wasn’t happy, even though she really didn’t say anything. Dad and I both ate two big, heaping-helpings of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and he also gave me my first full cup of coffee, rather than letting me have little sips of his. After Dad had sent Greta downstairs to clean-up, he said to me, “Maybe you should let your girl rest for the afternoon. Now, remember, they’re yours and you can do whatever you want, but after all you’ve done to her last night and this morning, I’ll bet that girl’s got one sore, little pussy. Besides, I’ll bet you’re itching to have some real fun with your boy.” As we were walking downstairs, Dad asked me if I wanted him to stay with me and Joe, but added, “I gave him a good talking-to this morning before you woke-up, and I don’t think he’ll be any trouble. Just make sure that you don’t back down. From anything. If you tell him something and he doesn’t do it, you need to make him do it. I don’t care how, but you can never back-down. And if it comes right down to it, call me. I’ll bet that just the threat of calling me will make him break.” I told Dad that I would like to try being alone with my boy, but asked, just to make sure, if pressing zero-zero-zero into the keypad would still bring him. He chuckled and said it would, “I’ll be right in the next room, I’ve been trying for two months to get Tina pregnant and I’m sure another couple loads up her cunt can’t hurt the effort.”
Greta was just leaving Joe’s room when Dad and I got there. The housekeeper gave Dad an evil look, but Dad calmly said, “Thank you, Greta, you can see to the girl now.” Then, with a wink that I saw, but the housekeeper didn’t, he added, “And make sure that you clean-up the piss all over the floor. We don’t need it to start stinking down here.” The door closed behind me and clicked. Joe was laying on the bed with his back to me. I could see his butthole, the hole I’d fucked the night before, and I also noticed that his butt-cheeks seemed quite red. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was there or not, but then he looked up at me. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his eyes were still quite puffy.
“Hi,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Hi,” he responded, and then rolled a bit, so that his bottom was pointing away from me. But now, I could see his shriveled little dick. Like I said, Joe seemed to have a bit more pubic hair than me, which I thought was a bit strange, seeing as I was a year older than he was. But, my dick was bigger, even soft. Although, after seeing his dick hard the night before, I knew that mine was still bigger. Although Joe’s dick was bigger than the only one I’d ever actually touched before, Billy’s. And after sucking on Billy’s little dick a couple times, I was wondering what it would be like to suck on something bigger. Actually, if I’m being completely honest here, I really wanted a taste of my dad’s huge cock. Although, if I had to settle with sucking on Joe’s, well, so be it. But, before I was able to work-up the nerve to tell my boy what I wanted, he blurted-out, “Are you going to hurt me again?”
I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts flew back to the last thing I remembered before falling asleep the night before. Marie, Joe’s twin-sister, saying to me, “I love you, Adam. Even when it hurts.” My dick throbbed. I’d felt bad about hurting Marie. But it felt so good… And when I knew that I was hurting Joe, well, I think it turned me on even more to hear his screams, as I forcefully sodomized him the night before. And the first thing to pop into my head, I said; “Suck my dick.”
Joe’s eyes went wide and he looked at me a moment, then my boy crawled over to me and, opening his mouth, he did. It felt good. Better than when Billy had done it. And I remembered something my father had said to me the night before, “…but you’ll surely figure it out here in a few months, getting sucked isn’t the same as fucking.” So, while I thought about it a moment, I felt my boy’s mouth on my dick. But just thinking about fucking him again and feeling his hot, wet, slurping mouth, I was starting to get close. I grabbed Joe by the head, wrapping my fingers in his hair like Dad had done, and started to fuck his mouth. I thought about Dad, earlier, when he’d stuck his dick deep inside Joe’s mouth and pissed right down his throat. So, that’s where I put my dick. I felt him cough or gag, but I held him firm. I could feel his tongue and lower-lip along the bottom of my dick and even on my balls. His teeth scratched the top of my dick a bit, but I remember thinking that it couldn’t hurt as much as having a dick shoved down your throat. But topping it all off, was the way the head of my dick was being squashed, over and over. It felt unbelievable. And the longer I left it in there, the better it felt. So much better. Then Joe started to hit me. His face was tight against my belly, my dick as deep as I could get it down his throat, and suddenly, his fists started pounding my hips and lower abdomen.
The second I remembered the night before, my dad telling me that he’d pulled Joe off my dick just before he passed-out, I pulled my dick out of my boy’s throat. He sucked-in a deep breath and tried to pull away from me. But I was so close to shooting my load, there wasn’t any way I was going to let that hot, wet mouth move away. I tightened my fists in his hair, his fists still hitting me, though not so hard now that he’d gotten a breath. When he started to take his second breath, I started to put my dick back into his mouth. Just before I got it there, he slammed his mouth shut and, with my dickhead pressing at his lips, he finished inhaling through his nose.
“Open it,” I said; wanting to feel the intensity of his constricting throat again and feeling the extreme urge to come. His head didn’t move much, but I could feel him shaking it back and forth. “Open up!” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. In the back of my head I heard my father telling me, “…don’t back down. From anything. If you tell him something, and he doesn’t do it, you need to make him do it. I don’t care how you make him, but you can never back-down…. Don’t show him any mercy… If you show him any weakness, he’ll never learn.” And while I didn’t understand it in the same terms that I do today, I’d just gotten into my first power-struggle with my new boy. I couldn’t back down, yet, I didn’t know how to make him do it. I stood there a bit, getting madder and madder, wishing Joe would just open his mouth. I even thought to myself, ‘just open, and I won’t stick it in so deep,’ but I stopped myself from actually saying it. I was pushing my dick at his lips, sometimes bouncing it off his nose, or cheek, and even a couple times, I poked him in the eye with it. He was panting through his nose and occasionally making a closed-mouth coughing sound. There were tears were streaming from his clenched-eyes. I hated to see him like this. “Suck it, Bitch! Suck it now!” I didn’t have to try and make my voice sound mean, I was so mad I didn’t have to. His head shook again. Now I was getting pissed-off. But I still wasn’t sure what to do. He was hitting me a bit harder again, but I didn’t let-go of his head. In fact, the harder he hit me, the more I tightened my fists and pulled his hair.
I was just about to snap. I was full of anger and lust, frustration and desire. It was only a second after I felt the first pops of hairs being pulled from his scalp. I guess I squeezed my fists just a little too tight, although I got what I wanted. I’d just pulled my dick back from his face (or, maybe I pulled his face away from my dick), when I felt his hair coming out in my fingers. Only then did Joe finally open his mouth. The cry he let-out lasted only a fraction of a second before my dick was deep in his mouth again, pressing against the back of his throat. I pushed my hips and pulled his head and I was once again getting my dickhead massaged by my boy’s throat. I didn’t realize how close I was. I started to shoot. He started to struggle, which made it feel even better and I had another pissing-orgasm, my cum spraying right down Joe’s throat. Just like my father’s piss had earlier. He’d stopped hitting me and his hands were clenched on my thighs, digging into my flesh, which did hurt, although for some reason I think it made me come even harder. And when he really started to thrash, I finally pulled my dick from his mouth, but didn’t release his head, keeping him right in front of me. The moment my dick was out of his mouth he let-out a huge cough, pelting my torso with a big, gooey wad of his saliva and my cum. His second cough covered my dick and plastered the slight amount of pubic-hair I had at the time. I let him take a couple breaths, and then tilted his head so that I could look into his face. Seeing him there, on his knees before me, his face covered in a gooey mixture, primarily consisting of my cum, tears flowing from his puffy, though still beautiful blue eyes, I felt like I wanted to lean down and kiss him.
That’s when I saw that Joe’s dick was hard and at first, I wasn’t quite sure why I thought it was odd. Then, realizing what I’d just done to the boy, for all intents and purposes I’d just raped his mouth; I couldn’t believe that he was hard. I remember wondering if I’d get hard from having a dick force-fed to me. But, before I had much time to think about it, I was nearly scared out of my skin by my dad’s voice.
“Adam, I am so proud of you, son.”
I turned and my father was standing there, a huge grin on his face and he was still naked and still hard. Somehow he’d gotten into the room and closed the door behind him, and I never knew he was there. I felt Joe’s body jerk too, when Dad first spoke, then he started to shiver and sink-down. I loosened my fists, releasing his hair, and my boy crumbled to a sobbing, coughing heap at my feet.
“You made your boy do what you wanted. You didn’t back down. And you didn’t show that little bitch any mercy. Way to go, Adam.”
I think I mumbled something like, “Uh, thanks, Dad.”
“So now, son,” Dad said, as the grin left his face and he looked down at the crying boy at my feet, “your boy needs to be punished.”
I looked down at Joe. By the way his body was trembling; I could tell that he was crying even harder. I did feel bad for him. If he’d only done what I told him. When I’d punished him the night before, Dad held him down and I fucked him. My dick was still mostly hard, even after shooting my load down Joe’s throat, but the thought of fucking my boy’s butt again got me fully hard in seconds. “Should I fuck him again, Dad?”
“If that’s how you want to punish him. Or, you could spank him, like I did this morning. Or you could use a belt, or a whip to give him a few good lashes.” Dad went on for a bit, giving me all sorts of ideas for punishing my boy. Close-pins pinched all over his body. Dripping hot candle-wax on him. Tying him down and poking him with a hot curling-iron. “And this one time, I had this boy who seemed impossible to break, I tried everything I could think of, but I think he liked it all. Sometimes, I’d be beating his ass raw, and he’d get a big ol’ boner. So one day, I chained him down, and shoved my whole hand up his ass. My god, you’d have thought that I was killing the boy. He howled like crazy. But he only disobeyed me two more times, and both times he got my fist in his ass again.”
I could actually hear Joe’s sobs now. He was quaking at my feet and I could feel my toes being encompassed by the slowly expanding puddle of his tears. That was the moment when it really sank-in. I realized the situation for what it really was. The weeping boy at my feet was mine. Mine. My pet. And I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that. I mean, I knew that it wasn’t right. But… Well, Joe and his twin, Marie were my birthday presents… Presents from my dad… And he had a girl of his own, several maybe, and boys too… And I was a man now. I’d fucked my boy once, and I wanted to do it again.
“I want to fuck him, Dad,” I said, looking up at him, from the quivering heap at my feet.
“Don’t tell me, son, do it. Tell your pet what you want him to do,”
I looked down and Joe was shaking ever harder, his sobs slowly getting louder. And very softly, under the sobs could hear his chants of, “…no, no, no, no…”
I remember feeling myself start to shake, and suddenly feeling cold. I closed my eyes and stretched, my head back and arms out, as I took a deep breath. I relaxed and exhaled, my chin falling to my chest, my arms to my side. I opened my eyes and realized that my dick had gone halfway soft. But I’d worked up my nerve and I wasn’t going to stop now.
“Joe,” I said, not mean, but I wasn’t nice about it either, “I want you to get up and bend over that bed and I’m going to fuck you.” I gave it just a second, before giving my boy his second choice, “otherwise I’m going to have my dad help me tie you down to that bed, and I’m going to stick my whole hand up your butt.” His body quaked and I heard one, “No!” over his sobs. But he started to move. He moved slowly, but it wasn’t far to the bed and by the time he got there, my dick was rock-hard again. And when he got there, he just stopped moving again, other than the quivering.
“Now get up and lay down, so that your butt’s hanging off the edge,” I said, trying to put a little force to my voice. In the all-male porno-magazine Dad had given me, there was a scene, maybe a dozen photos, of a particular couple. One guy was young and dark, much like Joe, I realized. The other guy was bigger, a bit older, and blond, like me. And, among other things, the big blond guy fucked the dark-haired kid, bent over a bed like that. And that was how I wanted to fuck my boy. I was surprised when he pulled himself and laid his upper-body on the bed.
I’m sure I had a goofy look on my face when I looked back to my dad. He smiled and then beaconed to me. When I got to him, he whispered in my ear, “Tell him to stay, not to move a muscle,” then he turned and started entering his code into the keypad. I said, “Joe, don’t move, stay right where you are, we’ll be right back.” Dad opened the door and took me out into the hallway, then closed the door behind us. “Adam,” dad said and I was struck-odd that there I was, in a secret tunnel talking to my dad, and we were both naked. “This morning, I had a little talk with your boy, in there. And I also spanked his little ass good and hard.” I remembered noticing how red his butt-cheeks were earlier. “And I told him that if he didn’t do exactly as you said that you would beat him even worse. So, at the least, I need you to go in there and spank him until your own hand hurts, or, if you look in the top drawer of the bureau, you’ll find some paddles and things that you could use.” I don’t know what my father saw in my face, but when he continued his voice was a bit softer and I could tell that he was serious about making me understand. “That boy in there belongs to you Adam. And you have to be the one to break him. I’ll do what I can, but from now on, it’s all up to you. I shouldn’t have put him over my knee this morning and from now on, I won’t touch him without your permission.” Dad’s last phrase echoed in my mind. “He’s yours now, they’re both yours. She’s gonna be easy for you to…”
Now, I knew my father’s mind was drifting. I could tell by the look in his eyes. Then he looked up and down the corridor, like he was looking for someone to walk by. Now, seeing as we were standing there naked and considering everything that had happened down in the tunnel, I was becoming a little frightened…..
This is the last chapter I’ve written in this series, though I have big plans for it, including a trip to the ‘cabin’ up-north, with the pets of course, so Adam can meet the rest of the clan. I’ll try to get writing as soon as I can. I’m also planning on posting a few more stories I’ve already written, so keep your eye out.
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The Price of Losing

This is Pokémon, hypnosis, tentacle erotica. Read at the peril of your soul. As always, any comments welcome, especially those making fun of the premise.