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Unwanted: Part 8

Tiffany has left school early after getting her clothes dirty while having sex with her brother in the bathroom.

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the girl across the street part 3

AUTHORS NOTE: i’m glad you’ve all enjoyed the series i’m still new at this whole writing thing but i’m getting better. but for those of you who keep telling me about my grammar. almost every story I’ve read on this site doesn’t do that. so quite your bitching and just read the fucking story. thank you and enjoy
i watched my parents walk into Emily’s house. i was worried about them. her dad tried to kill me what if he tried to kill them too? i waited a half an hour before they came out again. they didn’t look hurt at all. they sat me and Emily down on the couch to tell us what had happened
“what happened?” i asked
“well they weren’t happy if that’s what your asking.” my dad said
“well then what did they say?” Emily asked
“your father was more then mad that we had you stay last night… but after a little bit of discussion your father said that if you didn’t want to deal with him then he doesn’t need you…” my mom said sadly
“wait… what? did he just disown me? like kick me out of the house?” Emily looked at me
“i think that’s what he meant…” my dad said.
“oh man… what am i going to do…” she asked
“why don’t you stay here.” i said.
“son i know you would love for her to stay bu—” my dad started but my mom butted in
“that’s a great idea we can have you live here! you can stay in the spare bedroom” she smiled. Emily looked at me and smiled. i didn’t know how this would turn out but i knew Emily was now living in my house.
“um… yeah that’s a great idea.” i said bashfully
“you hesitated…” Emily looked at me sadly.
“no! no no no!” i stuttered. Emily smiled.
“your so cute when your nervous” she giggled. i smiled back. the next day my parents went back to Emily’s house to collect her things.
“thank you soooo much for letting me stay here” she thanked my parents over and over again as they brought in her stuff. she had so much things. i even went over to help after about 3 hours we were done packing, moving, and unpacking her stuff. the next night she came into my room.
“hey Jake?” she whispered
“yeah Emily?” i asked waking up from a light sleep
“can i sleep in here? i’m kinda scared.” she said. i sat up and smiled. she smiled back. i opened up the blankets and she climbed in and snuggled up against me. after about 5 minutes of cuddling she turned over and kissed me passionately. i looked at her in the faint light and smiled. she smiled back and kissed me again. i couldn’t believe she was now living here. in my house. we hugged and kissed for a while then she broke the kiss and whispered into my ear.
“i want you inside of me. i want to be your little bitch for the rest of the night.” i looked at her and smiled again. she smiled back. these smiles were not like the innocent smiles we give each other every day. they were naughty smiles. she grabbed my cock through my boxers and moaned a bit
“he’s awake” she giggled. i laughed a little. she gave me a little peck on the nose and then started to trail down my body wanting me more and more. finally she reached my boxers and took out my erect cock. she started off by licking the head then she started licking the shaft and twirling her tongue around my entire cock. i started to moan softly
“oh you like that?” she giggled like a naughty school girl. then went back down as licked the head some more. she finally took the head of my cock in her mouth and twirled her tongue around lightly. i started to moan more and more until she stopped. i was a bit disappointed. she came up from under the sheets and smiled. i looked at her a bit frustrated.
“why’d you stop?” i asked. she winked and then grabbed my cock. i felt something very wet touch it lightly. i could hear Emily moan. i knew then that that was her pussy. she moaned more as she let my cock go deeper and deeper into her. she was so hot tonight. hotter then she usually is. once she reached the hilt of my cock she role on top of me and started riding me slowly at first then getting faster and faster. she moaned more and more. i could tell she was going to cum soon. i grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of her until she came all over my bed sheets. she looked at me then kissed me as i continued to thrust in and out of her.
“you like that?” she gasped. i smiled and nodded. she started to grind on my cock and then she started to bounce. her pussy started to get tighter as she moaned louder until she came again. this time her pussy getting tighter drove me over the edge. i came into her pussy harder then i ever have before. she looked down and saw the cum dripping out of her pussy. she looked back up at me.
“i cant get pregnant! i’m only 15! and my parents would kill me if they found out. here eat me out so i don’t.” she jumped off and shoved her pussy in my face. i didn’t want to taste myself but i didn’t want to be a dad at the same time. so i started eating her out until all of my cum was either leaking down onto my bed or in my mouth. i got up and kissed her giving her all of my cum that i had just gotten. she moaned and kissed me until she was sure it was all out. she got off of me and laid next to me.
“why are you so nice?” she asked
“i dont know. i guess its cause i love you.” she blushed. we both snuggled up and went to sleep.
i woke the next morning to my alarm clock ringing. time for school i guess. i got up and noticed Emily wasnt in bed with me anymore. i walked into the hallway and saw the bathroom door shut. i guess Emily was in there. i didn’t mind her staying here. i knocked on the door. she opened it in nothing but a towel.
“yeah?” she seemed pepped up today. like something was about to happen. i looked at the towel and how close it was to her nipples. she snapped and me bringing me back to reality.
“yes?” she asked again.
“oh well… uh… i need to get ready for school too and uh… this is my time for the bathroom.” i told her bashfully. it wasn’t the first time i’d seen her naked. or even half naked. but i was so caught up in the idea of us before school that… ah forget it. i needed to get ready for school and soon or i was going to be late. she smiled and giggled a little bit. she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.
“i haven’t taken a shower yet. why don’t we–” she winked and dropped her towel.
“save water.” she turned on the shower and got in. i was still hard from my morning wood but i needed to get ready.
“ok but i need to get ready so i cant have sex with you right now.” she grabbed me right after i was done removing my cloths. she pulled me in and gave me a kiss.
“who said anything about sex?” she said as she started to wash her body. i did the same. i was just about to rinse off when she stepped in the way and bent down. she was already wet and slippery that my cock accidentally went into her pussy. she moaned and then turned around. she smiled and started to grind on me.
“oh! no! we need to get ready for ah!” i was interrupted by her pushing me down and riding my cock. i wasn’t in the mood for sex but she put me into it in a hurry. i watched her tits jiggle as she bounce up and down on my cock. we never really got to have sex in good lighting. we both came in a matter of minutes. then we both finished washing and getting ready. we were both out of the bathroom by the time my parents even noticed we were in there together. i grabbed my bag and finished my breakfast. me and Emily walked together to school.
“so are you happy i’m living with you?” she asked
“well yeah of course i am.” i said scratching the back of my head.
“i’m sorry if it was too fast…” she trailed off. of course it was too fast but i didn’t want to admit that to her. i grabbed her and hugged her. i had my arm around her the rest of the walk to school. when we got there we both went to our individual classes. i was bored most of the day. other then when my friends started a food fight in the lunchroom and got a months worth of detention. i was more then happy when school was over. i saw Emily walking out of the school and i went to meet her. my friends were with me so there were a lot of snide comments about us being together. it ended with me punching one of my friends in the gut because she called her a slut for already living with me. but that was the usual things me and my friends went through. me and Emily left campus and walked home hand in hand.
“so I’ve been thinking…” Emily started
“about?”
“well its just… its weird and all that i’m only 15 and i’m living with my boyfriend… do you think im a slut?” she asked
“of course not! im your boyfriend. if i did do you think id be with you?” i asked her
“well… no… your right. your friends are jerks though” she smiled
“thats them.” i joked. she stopped and kissed me passionately. we stood there kissing for a few minutes until one of my friends from school drove by in his car and screamed at us.
“love birds!” he called
“at least i got a girl!” i called back. he just flipped me off and then drove away. me and Emily laughed for a second and then started walking again hand in hand. i could tell that she was happy with me and i with her.
as the months dragged on i started to feel stronger and stronger about Emily. once her 16 birthday came in me and her went out and made love in the mountains by a camp fire. i got a car so it was easier for us to move around. after about a year of Emily living with me and my family here family moved away. we dont know where. they never told us they just up and left one day. i watched them pack their shit and get out of town Emily was sad to see them leave without her but she was happy that we didnt have to be so cautious about what we did around the house with them watching.
the months started to turn into years and before we knew it i was turning 18 and i just graduated high school. i started a year early so it gave me some props. and also some downers. i couldnt spend my days with Emily because she would be at school but she knew we both needed a little time to ourselves.
on the night of my 18th birthday i found Emily on my bed waiting for me. there were candles lit and the room wasn’t lit very well i could see her but not every feature on her. i walked over to her and sat on the bed. she smiled and leaned up to kiss me. it started out as just kissing and then she finally pushed me over onto my bed and ripped off my shirt. every time she wants something to be special she usually does something kinky at the start, this time she ripped off my shirt as started to softly kiss her way down to my pants
“happy birthday baby” she moaned as she took out my cock and slowly licked the shaft from bottom to top and then vis-versa. she had really improved on skills in bed. she took the head of my cock in her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it. i felt her warmth from her mouth and breasts that were now at least a low D-cup. i was never a fan of huge boobs. i liked C-cups at least small D-cups worked too but that’s just my opinion. she grabbed her tits and started to let me fuck her boobs. she licked the head of my cock every time it came out from in between her tits. i started to moan more and more until i came all over her face. she licked it all off and then got up and laid next to me.
“i’m sorry that we couldn’t fuck tonight… its not a good time of the month for me.” she whispered then kissed me.
“i gotta admit i am a little depressed that i don’t get any sex on my birthday. but spending it with you is enough” i kissed her back and we cuddled up together and went to sleep.
i woke up the next morning to see Emily still snuggled against me. it was the summer so she didn’t have school. i got out of my bed and got into the shower. after washing off i got ready for work. i got a part time job at Wendy’s doing the cleaning. it was a job so i was happy. after work i came home to see my sister back from her community collage. she started going to school all the time even on weekends and summers. she was starting to shape up. i hugged her and walked into the kitchen to see Emily making dinner.
“hey beautiful” i hugged her
“hey sexy.” she said then kissed me. my sister pointed her finger at her mouth and made a puking sound.
“your just jealous you don’t have anyone to love” Emily teased. Emily and my sister got along great. they were like best friends.
“yeah because that’s totally the problem” my sister walked away laughing. she was always picking on me for living with my girlfriend before either of use were 18. i didn’t care. my parents were the one to take her in anyway. i left Emily to finish with dinner and i walked into the living room. my parents were on the couch making out.
“mom! dad! why here?!” i asked
“well because–” my mom started but i stopped her and sent them both to their room so we didn’t have to see it. 5 minutes later the ceiling was shaking and my mother screaming. i could hear my sister say ‘they’re at it again?’ my parents fucked like rabbit’s it was weird coming home to it from school or work. i sat on the couch and started watching TV and work on my computer. putting in job applications and such. i was working on a job application for a car dealership when Emily called us all for dinner. at the dinner table we were all eating in silence until my sister started to talk
“hey daddy? since Jake has his girlfriend living here can i have my boyfriend move here too?” she asked in a high pitched childish voice. she always did that when she wanted something
“we that depends. does he have anywhere else to go? is he a good kid?” my mom asked
“oh yeah hes a great kid he never did anything wrong. but his parents just got divorce and his mom doesn’t have a job and his dad moved to Florida. can we?” she asked.
“ill consider it darling.” my dad said. we all went back to eating. i didn’t want another person living here. i mean i’m happy with Emily here but another guy? and with him being a guy and with how my sister is. he would be having sex with Emily no matter what time of the month it is. i tried to stop thinking about it and continued eating. i finished and excused myself. i went into my room and started watching TV while laying n my bed. Emily came in and looked a bit worried she walked over and sat on the bed down by my legs
“hey baby? whats wrong?” she asked. i shrugged letting her know nothing was. she laid next to me and we watched TV together until Emily noticed the time and went to bed. it was early but Emily didn’t have anything to stay up for so she kept her school sleeping schedule on track. i turned off the TV and went over to her room. she was just getting into bed when i walked in. she turned around and smiled
“baby i’m sorry but this isn’t a good time of the month for me.” she was about to say something else when i kissed her and hugged her. she broke the kiss and fell onto her bed. she looked up and smiled
“i love you. you know that right? i would do anything for you.” i told her. she smiled again and pulled me down onto the bed. we kissed for a few minutes then i left because it still wasn’t a good time. i went to bed.
a few weeks later my sisters boyfriend moved into her room. Emily and i talked it over with my parents and i got Emily to move into mine. we all lived together happily until one day my sisters boyfriend and her got into a fight. i don’t know exactly what happened but i think he hit her. i walked in after hearing the slapping noise and my sister was on the ground crying. i grabbed her boyfriend and punched him in the face until he was bloody. he was on the ground and crying. i picked my sister up and brought her out to the living room.
“he needs to leave.” i told her
“i know. i thought it’d be easier for me to have a boyfriend living here instead of 25 minutes in the other direction of the campus but that isn’t working out.” she started to cry again. we both sat on the couch until her boyfriend walked out with a backpack and a suitcase. it was silent but we all three knew he was leaving. he walked past me and out the door. i heard his truck start and drive away. my sister was mad about not having anyone for her living here but it didn’t matter. this was a family home. i got up and left to work. Emily kissed me goodbye and then she went to comfort my sister.
after a few months i had finally got a new job and was making enough to get my own place. Emily was finally starting to make her own friends so Emily and I moved into a small 1bedroom apartment and had a small party for our friends. after a few more months of living there Emily finally graduated so her and i were stuck together again. we figured living in our own place and neither of us in school then we could become more intimate. we both were really horny because Emily had just finished her period. so we skipped anything romantic and just went to kissing like animals. we formed a 69 and we did that until both of us came into eachothers mouths. she got up and started to jack off my cock until it was hard again. she aligned it with her pussy and slowly sat down on my cock. she was kissing me while she did this.
“i love you so much.” she moaned into my ear.
“i love you too” i moaned into hers. she started moaning more and more until she came onto my cock. i moaned and started to suck on her nipples. she started to lactate. wait… what? Emily got off of me and rushed to the bathroom to make sure she was really having milk come out of her nipples. she got scared. the next day i bought her a pregnancy test. it read nagetive so we stopped worrying.
as the months passed Emily’s belly started to get bigger. we knew now that she was pregnant. we didnt know what to do so we packed our things and moved back to our parents place. we were hapy to be having a baby but not when we were both so young. i am really worried about what might happen within the next 9 months…

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When In Rome – 06

Author’s Notes Sorry Chapter 6 took so long – I’ve had some pretty annoying computer issues and it took longer to fix than the computer guy estimated. Plus, this chapter is 8,000 words long, so it took a little longer and I couldn’t find an acceptable way to split it.
If you’re a fan of this series, but rape isn’t something you want to read – just skip scene one. The next two are perfectly consentual. (For now, this rape scene looks like just a random, gratuitious act of violence – but I assure it, it will end up being a key part of the plot. I didn’t write it for “fun”).
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Julia – Sex? Rape.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________JULIA
Julia laughed as the drops of water spattered against her face. She spun to face her husband and pointed a teasing finger at his face. He was still leaning over the tub, smirking at her.
“Splash me again, and I promise, my love.. I will make you late.” She dropped her robe to the floor and reveled in the expression that crossed his face.
He glared at her, mock-fury on his face, but he couldn’t hide his smile for long. She loved that a smile, so unguarded on the face of an ex-soldier who had seen far too much for several lifetimes. She pressed her lips against his mouth, and then he kissed her nose and her eyelids.
“I must go.” He yanked her robe off the floor and tossed it to her, the smile never leaving his face. “Now put that back on or I’ll never make it out the door.”
He was a good man, her husband. The best she’d ever known. When she’d turned twenty, the man who owned her, Lykos, had auctioned her off, and she’d thought she’d be dead in days. But her Titus had shown up, and he’d bid every coin he had to his name. He’d gone broke to save her. To buy her freedom. To make her his wife.
He kissed her forehead before walking out the door. “I’ll be home by sunrise. I love you, Julia.”Not as much as I love you.
She was still smiling as she curled into their bed, a bed she’d taken so long to get used to. Now she couldn’t imagine ever going back to sleeping on a dirty straw covered floor in Lykos’ slave pens. She fell asleep, and dreamed of the beautiful, blond God of a man who had saved her life.
And she woke up to a nightmare.
She had felt the bed move, but she’d thought it was Titus, home early to sleep beside her. But the scarred man hovering over her was not blond like Titus. The knee forcing her legs wide open did not belong to her husband. The hand covering her mouth smelled like spices and sweat, not the wood her husband used to build homes.
She jerked her entire body, trying to fight off the strange body on top of her. She tried to scream. She moved her head just enough to sink her teeth into his fingers, but his hand moved only long enough to strike her across the face, and then it was on her throat, catching her frantic cries in a closed off throat.
“Please,” she tried to beg. She wasn’t a whore anymore. She wasn’t a willing body to be used by strangers. Her Titus had bought her freedom. “Get off me.”
The stranger laughed, and her blood ran cold. She was not blind or deaf to what was happening in Rome, and she cried out as he licked, licked, the side of her face.
She tried to rock her body upward, but her held her too tightly. One arm was around her throat, and she tried to dig at his face. Her nails raked at his skin, and she could see the blood welling in the tracks and was rewarded with another slap that somewhere closer to a punch.
His lips pressed against her ear and she felt her stomach turn as he forced his hand between her thighs. “Don’t fight it, Little Whore. The first time I fuck you will be in your husband’s bed.”First time? No, not if she could help it. There would be no ‘first time.’ Her heart pounded in her chest, ice flowed through her veins. She felt like she’d awoken from a nightmare and had yet to shake off the last vestiges of terror from the things she’d seen. But tears pooled in her eyes, because the nightmare was real.
His hand freed her throat, and she gasped for a breath just long enough to take in enough air to scream, but before she could make a sound, cloth was being shoved in her mouth. She clawed and punched at his chest as he tied the cloth gag firmly in place with rope. She could feel the coarse material chafing at the sides of her lips.
Her attacker was solid. Large. But he wasn’t young. He was an older man, perhaps she could fight her way free. She had to. She had to try. For Titus. She wouldn’t allow her husband to come home to find that his wife had been violated by another man.
She froze, waiting, and then she slammed her head forward and felt the sickening crunch of bone as her forehead hit him square in the nose. He howled, and blood -his blood- dripped onto her face just before his fist connected with her cheek. Pain bloomed just below her eye, and her attacker snarled at her like a vicious hound.
He dug his teeth into the side of her face before he whispered to her softly. “If you desire to live, let that be the last mistake you make, Julia.”
How did he know her name? Tears burned on her face, hotter on the left side where he’d punched her and she sagged against the bed as straddled her chest. He was so heavy, and she could feel his cock pressing between her breasts and it made her sick to her stomach. He had no right to touch her. She gasped for air as she realized what he was doing. What she was powerless to stop. He was tying her right hand to the bedpost. She whimpered around her gag. He’d said ‘if you desire to live.’ She tried to stop the panic seizing her body. What would be worse for her husband? Finding her alive and slightly damaged, or finding her dead in his bed? She took another breath. She’d been a whore for over half her life. This would not be the first cock she’d taken that she didn’t want. She could survive it. Titus could too.
She surrendered against the bed. She didn’t fight as he restrained her, but she didn’t look at him either. Giving up made her chest ache, and she sobbed around her gag as he rendered her immobile. He stroked her face, right where he’d hit her and she flinched away from him.
She looked up at him, her eyes flat and nearly as dead as she felt. Get it over with.
He laughed as if he could read her mind, and pressed her legs open. She shuddered as she forced her body not to fight him. She’d been trained for this. Lykos and his guards and friends had seen to that. She wanted to gag she she spread her own legs for him. Her body shook violently, her mind screaming her her to stop, as she spread herself wide open for this man.
She did gag as his fingers touched her slit. She was bone dry, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could think of Titus, but she would not dishonor her husband that way. She would suffer through this. And she would do nothing to ease her own discomfort.
“That’s such a good girl,” he cooed down at her as his fingers tried to press into her cunt. She closed her eyes against the pain and loathing she felt as this stranger’s fingers violated what didn’t belong to him. She didn’t see the next slap coming.
Furious brown eyes stared into hers when they flew open. He rammed his fingers back in her hole. He slapped her again, and stared at her in unabashed disgust as he spat on his hand as rubbed his fingers against her hole. She winced, every nerve of her body screaming at her to fight as he pressed the head of his cock against her. She narrowed her eyes, anger and terror pounding through her veins as her tried to work his way in. It fucking hurt, and she whined around her gag as she felt the first inch of his cock force inside her.
He drew in a sharp breath and she didn’t let herself look away from him. One of his hands moved up to squeeze on of her breasts as he stroked his shaft. He grinned down at her.
She didn’t even try to keep from screaming as he forced the rest of cock inside her in one stroke. No one could hear her anyway. She was bound and gagged and in the middle of nowhere. And her screams seemed to please him. His cock felt like it was tearing her apart as he forced it inside her tight cunt. She felt every movement, every small thrust, every second of his swollen cock spreading her open. She could barely keep her eyes open as he finally filled her completely. He felt foreign inside her, too big, too deep. She just had to endure it for a few moments, then her body would adjust. It would help her through this, grow wet despite what her mind wanted. She knew this from experience.
He leaned back and pulled his cock out until just the head remained inside her. He spat again, this time it landed on his shaft and this thrust was less painful but no less of a violation. And it seemed he was done with pleasantries.
He collapsed on top of her and wrapped his hand around her throat as he timed his next thrust. She couldn’t stop screaming around her gag. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fight, but she’d overestimated herself. She couldn’t do this, not anymore. She struggled against him as his cock slammed inside her again and again. Her body was doing what she’d known it would; her cunt was starting to get wet around him, and instead of comforting her, it disgusted her and she pulled hard at the ropes holding her in place and bucked against the heavy body on top of her.
“No, I c-can’t. I thought I could.” She tried to speak around the fucking gag but she couldn’t. Her words were twisted, all jumbled vowels. “I don’t want it.”
He licked his lips, and depraved smile on his face, his cock jerking inside her cunt as he watched her cry and struggle to speak. He slammed deeper, and she knew he was feeling what she was – a wet cunt. He groaned as he violated her. Soft moans from a man were something that turned her on, something she loved about her husband, and the man inside her now was ruining that with the noises he made as he raped her.
His hands gripped her tits, tugged at her nipples. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard little buds on her breasts and she winced as she felt hr hips involuntarily rock up to meet his. He laughed.
“Once a whore, always a whore. Right, Julia?” He gripped her hips as he drove his cock deeper inside her; he didn’t pull out. He moved his hips in slow circles, pushing inside her from every angle, sliding deeper and harder until she cried out. It was from pain. At least that’s what she told herself.
He pulled her leg up off the bed, brought it around him and rested her calf against his chest and she gritted her teeth around the rope as her cunt tightened around him. He leaned forward, laying against her leg as he pushed it closer to her chest, and pounded forward again. His sighs were louder this time, his breathing harder, and she knew why. She could feel it too. The angle of her leg made her cunt squeeze so fucking tightly around his cock, and he took full advantage. His breathing was ragged as he violated her, muscles taut, face twisted in the pleasure he was taking from her unwilling body.
She winced, and shook her head. No. The way he filled her, the angle of her leg and his body. She could feel the friction on her clit, feel every single stroke of this strangers cock, the cock her pussy had grown so fucking wet around. He slammed inside her cunt as if he owned it, and she had been trained too well. She hated herself as her hips rocked up to meet him. Hated him as the tone of the screams against her gag changed from screams of pain to something else. She wanted to kill him as she felt the pressure building deep in her and she wanted to kill the man who had owned her. The man who had thrown her to his soldiers and let them use her body sometimes for days. Left her locked in with them until she orgasmed.
And now some man had broken into her husband’s house. Some sick stranger had forced his cock inside her against her will, and she was going to cum around it. This was Lykos’ fault, not hers. The things he had done to her had made her this way.
He gripped her jaw and forced her to look in his eyes. “That’s a good whore, push against this cock, Julia. Show me how mow much you want it.”
She shook her head. No.
He slapped her again. “Squeeze your cunt around my cock, bitch. Unless you’d rather have it in your ass.”
She froze. Panic consumed her. He would do it. He must have watched her, waited for her husband to leave. Lurked in the shadows until she was alone and entirely at his mercy. She didn’t like to be fucked in the ass. Some of the whores did, but not her. It hurt so fucking badly, left her with an ache made her feel disgusting for days. Her husband was the only man who’d ever understood that. He’d never asked her for that and she’d never offered.
She closed her eyes, hot tears thick in her eyelashes. She obeyed him. She felt him jerk so deep that she would have sworn he was in her belly as she tightened her cunt around him, squeezed her legs and forced her own hips up to meet him thrusts. She sobbed as she pushed herself to meet every one of his violent thrusts as he toyed with her embarrassingly hard nipples.
He yanked her legs around his back, and she gripped him tightly. She forced the voice inside her head to silence as she dug her heels into his back and pulled him closer. He muttered his approval and his stokes grew harder, deeper as her thighs started to tremble against his hips.
He felt it too, and he laughed. A cruel, triumphant laugh as he pulled his knife back up to her throat.
“I’m going to remove your gag, Julia. No one can hear you, but if you do anything other than beg for this cock while you cum.. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded furiously. Maybe he would cum, too. If he came, if she made him cum, then it would all be over. Maybe he would just leave and she could pretend this was just a nightmare.
He buried his cock deep in her cunt as he yanked the rope out of her mouth. She gagged as he pulled out the cloth, and she had to force herself not to scream as he slapped her again.
“Now, Julia. Be a good whore. Tell me how good this cock feels in your cunt.”Oh Gods, she couldn’t.
“P-please, please fuck me.” She stifled a cry and stared back up at him, hoping the terror in her voice wouldn’t enrage him further. She pushed her hips against him – that was the easy part. She could allow her body to feign willingness, but she couldn’t put a voice to it. Titus.
He slapped at her tits, and she could feel like hot imprint of his hand long after it had been pulled away. She couldn’t focus on the words she was forming, but they disgusted her. She moaned, and writhed and begged for more as he continued to assault her cunt. And she felt like something inside her brain broke into a thousand pieces when she came around him. Pain warred with pleasure, guilt and grief sparred with lust. She sobbed even as she screamed for more.
His hand covered her face, his fingernails dug into her cheeks as she felt him slam inside her and stay there. Still except for the smalled stokes and he groaned as he came deep inside her body.
She shuddered as he collapsed on top of her, her skin was raw, her throat hoarse from screaming. Her eyes burned from river of tears they’d cried. He came inside her, the thought wouldn’t leave her head. She was still terrified, terrified at what might come next, terrified of what her husband would say if she lived through this. She was going to be ill. She was going to – she gagged hard against his shoulder, and he moved instantly to hold her head by her hair and guide it over the side of the bed.
He laughed as he watched her. When she was finished, he jerked her back on the bed, and she collapsed against her husband’s pillow, too numb to even cry.
*CALLIA
She’d never left her father’s compound before. Now here she was, on horseback with Cassius’s arms around her waist and she was going to the market. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited. Their four brothers were riding around them. They’d also picked up a few stragglers, men who’d assumed it would be safer to ride in their group.
It was cold, but Cassius had wrapped a blanket around their shoulders so that no one could see just how tightly he was holding her around the waist. She was dressed in a peplos, a modest garment that she didn’t like. But once she realized her brother wasn’t going to let a simple skirt impede him, she didn’t mind so much. She grinned as she felt his hand pulling her skirt up around her hips and then snake between her thighs.
His lips pressed against her ear. “Don’t make a sound. One word, one moan, and I stop.”
She bit her lip and leaned her head back against his chest as his fingers brushed against her clit. She heard him groan softly behind her as his finger trailed slowly down her slit. She bit her lips together as he worked a finger inside her. She arched her hips to meet him as she glanced around.. She wondered if anyone had any idea what they were doing. She almost hoped they did. She hoped one of her brothers (or even better, one of the strangers) was watching her face as her brother slid a second finger inside her cunt.
He pulled his fingers out and pinched her clit between his fingers and she choked back a moan. Her back arched as his fingers worked a circle around her little button only to pinch it again.
“You have no idea how badly I want this between my teeth,” he breathed in her ear as his fingertip swirled around her clit. She hissed in a breath and he laughed under his breath. Her back arched against him and he let his teeth barely graze the curve of her neck.
“And this, little sister,” He told her quietly as he drove his fingers back inside her cunt. “This is what I think of any time I’m inside another whore. This soaking wet, deliciously tight little cunt. Those big eyes rolled back in your head, the way your voice breaks when you scream my name as you cum.”
She arched her back, terrified that she wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet.
“Looks like we have an audience, Sis,” he whispered. He pulled her hard against his chest and pressed his chin against the side of her face to turn her head.
She grinned as her eyes met the gaze of one of the strangers. His mouth dropped open as she smiled at him. She licked her lips and arched her back as the man watched her. Her mouth dropped open in a nearly silent gasp as Cassius’ thumb pressed against her clit as he finger-fucked her. She kept her eyes locked on the man, her body shaking against her brother’s chest, and she couldn’t stop the gasp as his teeth sank into her shoulder.
His lips pressed against her ear. “That’s it, I know you wanna scream Cal. Do it. Scream for me, my love. Show them how hard you cum for me.”
She sucked in a relieved breath, and pushed her back against his so she could arch her back up to meet his fingers. She moaned as he shoved his fingers deeper inside her, spreading them open and closed as drove them deep inside her. Her second moan was louder, and a few of them men stopped their horses in their tracks to glance back at her. She laughed as she saw the surprise -and lust- on their faces.
Cassius stopped his horse as well, and wrapped his other hand around her waist. The fingers of one hand pounded in her cunt as he worked at her round little clit with the other. She whimpered, watching the men watch her as her brother brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She gritted her teeth and hissed his name as her titght little thighs started to tremble.
“Oh, Cassius.” She whispered in between loud, frantic cries. His fingers worked her clit in furious, expert strokes as his fingers pounded harder and harder until her body bucked against him, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she came screaming around his fingers. His breathing was hard, shallow, and hot against her neck as she came screaming his name in the middle of the clearing as their brothers and the strangers looked on. He pumped his fingers inside her, just a few thrusts after her orgasm subsides, and then he pulled his fingers out of the blanket that surrounded him and shoved them in her mouth.
A few of the men’s mouths dropped open as she sucked her own cum greedily off her brother’s fingers.
One of them men looked up at Cassius, confusion on his face. “I thought you said that was your sister.”
All of her brothers laughed.
Cass flashed him a crooked, satisfied grin. “She is.”
Cassius snapped the reins of his horse and they trotted off in front of the men. As they passed them, Callia heard one mumble, “Wish I had a sister like that.”
They rode ahead of the men, and She peered behind her as Cassius turned down a different path than the rest of the group. They rode for a moment down a desolate path and pulled up in front of a small home. Behind it stood a barn or stable, and off in the distance there was smoke and the sound of a hammer clanging against metal rising from another building.
“I thought we were going to the market.”
He kissed her neck. “We are, but I have something I need to do first.”
“Who are we here to see?” She asked her brother, puzzled.
“Not we, Little Sis. You.” A slow smile spread across his face. “I have an errand to run, and I need you somewhere safe. The man inside is a friend of mine. When I get back, I expect to see that you’ve been a very gracious guest.”
She bit her lip to hide her excitement. “I’m to please him, then?”
He pressed her body against the side of the house. His lips brushed softly against her neck. “Yes, Callie. You’re to please him. And when I return, I expect to see his cum covering that pretty little face. I don’t care how long I’m gone, you leave it there so I know you were a good girl.”
She arched her back and pressed her hips against his. His cock was pressing hard against her and she grinned up at him. “Is he expecting me?”
Cassius shook his head. “No. But I have no doubt you’ll manage to persuade him to let you stay. If you need to, tell him I sent you. His name is Albus.”
He bit at her bottom lip, and then mounted his horse. He glanced back at her as he rode off and took a deep breath before heading for the hammering sound she heard in the distance.
The old man looked up as she entered the stable. He didn’t wear a toga, or even a tunic, but strange trousers like the barbarians she’d seen in her father’s paintings and scrolls. He was shirtless, and built exceedingly well for a man who’d probably gone completely gray at least ten years ago. She could see the faint gleam of sweat on his skin as he threw down his hammer and tilted his head at her.
“You lost, child?”
Nerves pooled in her stomach and she smiled up at him. “Are you Albus?”
He frowned suspiciously. “Whose asking?”
She slipped past the doorway and studied the table he was working at. “My brother sent me. Cassius. He said-”
“I know more than one Cassius, girl. Be specific.”
She hesitated. “Um. Lykos is our father.”
“Ahhh,” he laughed and winked at her. “You’re the little whore. Ca.. Cal..?”
“Callia.” She nodded to him politely.
“Yes. Callia.” He stepped over towards her and circled her slowly like he was examining a statue. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you? And why did Cassius send you to alone to see some old man?”
She smiled at him wide-eyed and feigned innocence. “He said you’d look after me.”
“Is that all he said?”
She bit her lip and grinned at him as she shook her head. “He told me to be a gracious guest.”
He smiled and she could see the lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He stepped closer to her slowly, as if he expected her to shy away. She stood her ground as he stroked her face with the backs of his knuckles and inhaled a soft breath as he cupped one of her tits with the other hand.
“And just how gracious to you intend to be?”
She ran her tongue over her top lip as she reached out to stroke his cock through his his clothes. She giggled as she felt him already growing hard.
He laughed as his hand covered hers and pressed her palm harder against his cock. His other hand was at her waist, and he loosened her belt. He ripped her peplos over her head and she sighed in relief, she’d wanted rid of that damn thing all day. She reached for his pants but he slapped her hands away.
“Stand back. Let an old man look at you for a minute, child.”
She laughed as she backed away, and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. She traced her fingernails lightly over her breasts as he studied her body. He stepped forward and massaged one of her tits with his fingertips, flicked at her nipple as his other hand moved lower to cup her little cunt. She purred up at him as the tip of one finger dipped slowly into her cunt. He exhaled a ragged breath as he prodded her wet little hole, just the tip of his finger sliding in and out.
“Get on your knees, baby. Put your mouth on it for a minute.”
She never took her eyes off his as she dropped to her knees. She watched him, enjoying the way the lids of his eyes lowered and his chest rose and fell sharply as she placed soft kisses on the head of his cock. She licked slowly, teasingly up the shaft before taking him in her mouth. He stroked her cheek softly as she swallowed his cock, her little cheeks hollowing as she fucked his cock slowly with her pretty little mouth.
“That’s such a good little whore, baby.” His fingers skimmed over her cheekbone. “You know I’m old enough to be your father. Does your Daddy know what a good little cocksucker you are?”
She giggled around him and then tightened her lips, so that when she pulled him out of her mouth, they both heard the loud ‘pop.’ She grinned up at him as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She flicked her tongue along the head and smiled up at him proudly.
“‘Course he does. Who do you think taught me?”
“Sucks her own fathers cock. I’ve never heard such a thing.” He let out a low laugh as he gathered the hair that had fallen in her face in his fist. He held her hair in his hand as he feigned shock. He arched his hips to shove his dick deeper in her throat. “Come on, then. Show me, Callia. Show me how you suck your daddy’s cock.”
She took a deep breath in through her nose, and then guided his cock swiftly down her throat. Her little cunt tightened, her clit throbbing as she felt his shaft stretch out her throat, felt the fullness of him inside her. He hissed as she pulled him out, just barely enough to take a breath and guided him back in. He pushed deeper every time she deep-throated his cock, fucking her face intently.
He breathed loudly as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she grazed her lips against his balls gently before she sucked him back in her mouth.
“That’s enough for now. It’s been too long since I saw this cock buried balls deep in a sweet little teenage cunt.” He fisted her hair and pulled her off his cock. He picked her up off the floor and sat her on top of a table that seemed to be the perfect height. She grinned up at him as she perched her ass on the edge and spread her legs wide open for him.
Albus grinned back at her. She liked him, and he could tell. He grinned as he stroked a finger up and down her soaking wet slit, from clit to hole. She rocked her hips against him as he teased her little pussy, moaning softly as he touched her. He took his cock in his fist, slapped it against her clit and laughed as he watched her writhe underneath him.
“Look at you.” He mused as he rested the head of his cock against her entrance. “Such a pretty little thing, so wet. So ready for some strange old man’s cock. Do you want me to fuck you, Callia?”
“Gods, yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips against him, trying to shove her cunt down on his cock. “I want to feel your big cock so deep inside me, Albus.”
He chuckled, but it turned into a strangled groan as he shoved himself inside her. She threw her head back as she felt the first stroke. That was one of her favorite parts of getting fucked; that first thrust of a brand new cock, the sound a man made the first time he drove inside her. His fingers traced the line of her bottom lip as he rested his cock so deep inside her. He pulled out and thrust deeper, slow powerful thrusts that made her clench her cunt tight around him. He slipped his thumb inside her mouth and she sucked greedily.
“Pretty little mouth on a pretty little whore. Does your father spill his cum inside those lips, Callia?”
She giggled as she stared up at him. He stroked his cock inside her, and it jerked as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his thumb. She nodded. “Sometimes he cums in my mouth. But sometimes he makes me lay back and open my mouth. He likes to see his cum all over my face. Will you cum on my face, Albus?”
His next thrust was so fast and so hard that she cried out and her little tits shook from the force.
“Do you want my cum on your face?”
It took her a minute to catch her breath, he was pounding her cunt now. Deep, fast thrusts that shook her entire body. He gripped her jaw in his hand and repeated his questions.
“Y-Yes, Albus.” She screamed out his name and felt his fingers tighten on her jaw and his cock throb in her cunt. She faked a sad little pout. “Cassius said I would be punished if he didn’t get to see your cum on my face.”
Albus wrapped his arms under hers, his fingers gripping her shoulders to pull her down harder on his thick cock. He leaned until is face was level with hers and she could watch his eyes while he fucked her.
“Now why would Cassius want to see his little sister’s face covered in my cum?” Again he faked a surprised confusion. “Don’t tell me you fuck him too, Callia. I mean, sucking your father’s cock is one thing. Are you really such a dirty little whore you fuck your own brother?”
She laughed, and her thighs trembled. Her little cunt was so fucking wet, and his cock felt so good inside her. She rocked her hips in slow circles as he pounded her pussy, and he murmured his encouragement.
“I have five brothers, Albus,” She told him with a sweet little grin. “They all fuck me. So does father.”
He laughed as she could see his face darken as he slammed his cock back inside her, his thrusts so hard and so fast now that she could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her.
“What bad girl you are Callia. A filthy, wet little slut.” He bit at her jaw and his fingers worked down her belly and lower to tease at her clit as he filled her cunt.
She nodded happily, in perfect agreement and gasped in disappointment as he yanked his cock out of her cunt.
“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” he laughed as he climbed on the table, straddled her chest, and guided his cock to her mouth. “I just want to see you taste your own own cunt.”
She could feel the weight of his body on top of her, and she rocked her hips up, fucking at empty air as he guided his cock between her lips. She licked her own juices off his shaft; she loved the way she tasted on his cock. He stroked her hair as he fucked her mouth slowly. Then he grabbed her under her arms and pulled her farther onto the surface of the table so that he could guide his cock back inside her. He knelt over her and gripped her ankles. He pulled them up in the air, forcing them out to his sides in a wide V as he slammed back inside her. He pulled them closer into his body and nibbled at her ankle as he rocked his hips to drive his cunt inside. She gripped at the sides of the table for leverage as she pushed her cunt back against him.
“Faster, please, Albus. Please, oh Gods, fuck my little cunt.”
He pushed her legs up to her chest as he obliged her, driving into her with hard, furious thrusts. His eyes were trained on her young little tits bouncing below him as he fucked her cunt.
“Yes,” she breathed as she felt her pussy start to tremble around him. Her voice was ragged, high pitched, breathless. “Gonna cum.. Feel your big cock inside my cunt when I cum around it.. Fuck my pussy while I cum for you.”
He literally growled at her as his strokes grew more powerful, hard enough to bruise her little pussy lips and she threw her head back, screaming for him. She squeezed her tits as she came, violently trembling against him as her cunt spasmed around his body. She moaned his name, begging for his cock harder even as the orgasm tore through her tight little body.
He pulled his cock out as soon as her shudders subsided, and slapped his cock against her overly sensitive little clit and laughed as he watched her gasp and arch beneath him.
“Open your mouth wide, baby, and I’ll make sure you get to taste a little.”
She giggled an excited ‘thank you’ before she opened wide.
“Ahhhh,” She vocalized as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and he straddled her chest again and jerked his cock hard and fast with it pointed at her face.
He groaned and arched her back just before she felt the hot, thick cum his her face and tasted it in her mouth. He stroked just a few more times, and she kept her eyes open to watch his seed pump out of his cock and land on her face. She felt it on her nose, her cheek, her lips.
She let out a soft, satisfied little moan as she licked the salty cum off her lips. He sighed as he watched her.
When he’d stared at her cum covered face for a moment, he led her into his kitchen and served her what he claimed was his finest wine.
They talked at first about his life. Apparently he was the finest weapons-smith in Rome, which explained why Cassius was on such good terms with him. But the conversation quickly turned to her early training. He listened, engrossed, as she dazzled him with stories about her life: the dirty things she loved, the first load of cum she’d ever tasted, the men who paid her father to use her body. He sat back and stared intently at her through the first few stories, but it took a surprisingly short time for his cock to get hard again. He made her ride him slowly as she told him the story of the first time she’d ever taken a man’s cock in her little cunt.
By the time Cassius arrived, there was a second load of cum on her face to match the first.
*CASSIUS
He walked in the house without knocking, and there his little whore sat. She was sipping from a cup of wine, naked except for the dried cum on her sweet little face.
“So she wasn’t any trouble then?” Cass laughed as Albus stood to greet him.
His friend clapped him on the back. “If only I had tiny little teenage sluts showing up in my workshop more often. I’d be a much happier man.”
He slipped his hand around Callia’s throat as he studied her cum-stained face. “I see you were a good girl. Lot of cum, Callia. I’d say you made him cum more than once, didn’t you?”
She beamed as she nodded and he noticed a few stray drops of seed on her tits.
“If you ever bring her into the city again, and need someone to ‘look after her,’ I’d be happy to be of service, my friend.”
He didn’t take his eyes off Callia. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing between his legs. He’d intended to wait until they returned home, but why bother? He pulled her out of the chair by her hair, as she moaned as he spun her around to shove her over the table.
He traced a finger against her little hole. “He fucked you good, didn’t he, sis? Look at that little cunt.”
“Yes.” She pressed her hips back against him, and he pressed his middle finger against her tight, puckered little asshole. She gasped.
Albus moved over to lean against the doorway for a better view. “Can’t get enough, can she?”
“Never. She’s always ready.” Cass slid one finger slowly to her ass and his cock twitched as she moaned his name.
He tossed his sword on the table and stripped slowly, staring at his sister’s tight little body bent over the table. He slid a second finger into her ass, spreading them open as she stretched her out as much as he could. Her ass was tiny, always so fucking tight, and he was not a little man. He could stretch out her cunt enough to make her scream, and he rarely fucked her ass for that reason. But today her ass had not been used, and he wanted that hole to himself.
Her legs were already shaking as he slid just the head of her cock past the entrance of her ass. She was tiny, and he could see how far he had to stretch her to get it in. He inched in slowly, feeling her jerk around him as she struggled to relax her muscles. She whimpered in pain before he was even halfway in.
“Your clit, Callie.” He groaned as we warred with himself not to just force himself the rest of the way in in one quick stroke. Her ass was like a hot little vice, gripping his cock so tightly he could barely control himself. “Rub it, sis. Play with your little clit for me.”
He saw her nod, and her hand slid down her body, and she whimpered, and he felt her body spasm around his cock. Her muscles unclenched and this time she moaned as he inched himself farther in. He watched the swollen, rock hard shaft of his cock disappear into his sister’s ass, his balls already heavy. Her body clenched and unclenched around him as she toyed with her clit. He could hear her soft, sweet little moans, and the scream as he finally rested deep inside her. He fisted her hair as he eased out, and back in. Two, then three, then four slow thrusts as her body got used to his size. He head was turned toward the doorway, and when he glanced over, he saw Albus in the doorway, watching intently as he stroked his own cock.
He slapped his sisters ass and she gasped, part pain, part lust, part surprise.
“So fucking rude, Callia,” he chided. He heard her cry out as she slammed his cock back inside her. “Look at what you’ve done. And now you’re sitting here, watching him stroke a cock that you got hard, and you didn’t even offer to help him. Who trained you? I’m disappointed in you.”
He grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her off the table with his cock still deep inside her ass.
“Pull up a chair,” he told his friend. “Her mouth’s empty.”
Albus pulled up a chair and sat down, still stroking his cock.
Cassius forced his sister’s head down in the man’s lap. “Now, show me that you remember how to be a good girl.”
He heard it when she took the man’s cock in her mouth; greedy, wet sucking sounds, and then a strangled moan. He gathered all of her hair into his fist and held it away from her face. He pounded her ass as she deep-throated the cock in front of her. He could feel her ass tighten hard around him every time she choked. Her screams were muffled by the cock in her throat, but he could hear them. He fixated on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, the way her tiny ass stretched wide around his shaft. He slapped her ass, over and over, leaving deliciously red hand prints on her soft skin.
She was so fucking tight around him, gripping his cock like no other whore ever had. He gripped her hips as he pulled her hard against him, loving every scream as she came up for air. Her legs were trembling against him, her knees shaking together violently. Albus’ hand was on the back of her neck, pushing her down harder on his cock as his hips drove up to meet her face.
When Cassius slid on hand between her legs to run her clit, she was practically dripping wet against his fingers. The lips of her cunt were soaked, her juices spreading nearly to her thighs. She whimpered as she rocked against his hand and his cock and he felt every muscle in her body tighten and start to shake as he slid two fingers inside her cunt. Three perfectly timed thrusts of his fingers and cock later and he felt it when she shattered around him. Her ass tightened, released, tightened, released – it vibrated so fast, so tight around his cock that he couldn’t keep the slow even pace he’d been using. He slammed inside her, any thought for her comfort gone. He gripped her slight little hips, and drilled her. Violent thrusts, so fucking hard that he could hear her screaming as Albus’s cock filled her throat.
Albus slapped the table hard with his hand and sounded a sharp gasp. His hips arched up and he forced Callie’s head down hard. He felt -and heard- his little sister choke and sputter as the man pumped his cum deep inside her throat. Her ass tightened as she gagged, and her body shook – and that was all it took.
He slammed into her so hard that he body moved forward a few inches. The legs of Albus’ chair scratched backward against the floor as he pumped his little sister’s ass full of cum. He dug his fingernails into her hips, grinding deep into her body as his balls emptied and her little hole filled with his seed.
The other man pulled his cock out of her throat, just before he pulled his cock out of her ass. She gasped for air, and Cassius helped her sink gently to her knees. She swayed like she was dizzy, and she grinned up at him, dried cum all over her pretty face and fresh cum and saliva on one side of her mouth and chin.
She looked dazed, but perfectly content. Satisfied.
He fucking loved her.
She kneeled on the floor, swaying slightly as he washed them cum off her face and tits and rocked on the balls of her feet as he helped her dress. He made a mess of it.
When she’d left their home this morning, her dress was ugly and modest, but perfectly draped and tied. Her hair had been perfectly arranged.. and she’s looked like a beautiful little noble girl.
Now her garment was sloppy, tied improperly, and her hair looked.. Well, it looked like she’d just been fucked – hard. Her eyes were sleepy and sated, her lips red and swollen.
When she’d left their home she’d looked like a beautiful little noble girl. Now she looked like a perfect little whore. It suited her much better, in his opinion. She looked far more beautiful to him like this – because this was who she truly was. And he loved who she was.

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Payback is a Dick

WARNING… this story contains a lot of rape.. punishment. This story is about one girl that gets to payback those that have abused her

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A new day, a new me part 11

I know it takes me a bit to put these out; I either put out small bursts or a longer chapter. In case people don’t understand the whole work/family/obligations thing it keeps me from writing most of the time. Anyway back to work.
Buzzer goes off at six and I’m out of bed as quietly and quickly as my body will move me. I get into my work out shorts and a tank top and creep through the house and bypass anything not resembling the garage/gym. I stretch out a bit then it’s all heavy bag, it takes about ten minutes for my body to wake up when I really start to feel my bruises. As much as it hurts I keep remembering the kick that broke my nose, the last bat swing, getting blinded and held down so some Indian fuck can tell me why he hates the fact that I have a big enough cock to fuck his fiancé and he doesn’t.
I don’t know how long I’ve been hitting the bag but it’s not moving like it was when I started. I stop and pull back from the body shots I’m giving ‘gigantor’ number 1 to see my dad holding the bag. I move into kicks and I never understood that fucking Rocky movie and breaking ribs in a side of beef until now.
“You going to talk to me about it or should I just tell your mother that you’re having serious issues,” Dad asks me still holding the bag.
I shrug and let off another kick and take the tape off my feet to check. Dad points me to the bench and sits me down to do the check himself.
“I have to tell your mother something boy,” Dad asks again.
“I want pain, I want to give pain and I want to lick the blood and tears off their faces and have their families watch me do it,” I reply angrier than I was that first day when I found Heather and Derek in the music room.
“Okay, so tell her you’re working things out and will be fine,” Dad says smiling.
I look at him with a puzzled look, did I just get a blessing or an alibi. Dad rewraps my foot and we get back to me and the heavy bag. We’re at it for I don’t even keep track of how long before he stops me and directs me to the shower. I pass Mom in the dining room who smiles weakly to me and gets back to making breakfast.
I’m out of the shower and see that it’s about eight in the morning; I get dressed and watch as the girls pile out of their rooms for breakfast. I get through my second plate and realize that Mom, Liz and Katy are all staring at me while Dad eats and reads the paper.
“Am I interesting this morning,” I ask downing my last piece of bacon.
“Are you feeling okay honey,” Mom asks.
I shrug and clear my plate in the sink then head off to my room to look at facebook and I decide to update my status. ‘Up and fighting mad, good breakfast and time to fuck people up’ I leave on the page. I read the post and get to site surfing.
I cool off after a bit and see it’s eleven when I get a knock on my door. Jun steps in and freezes when he sees my face.
“Holy Christ did you get into a fight with the football team,” Jun asks closing the door.
“Nope but I really want to meet up with them again,” I reply letting him have the chair.
He takes the seat shaking his head and plugs my phone into his laptop then both of them into my computer. I let him work and get a book and hop onto my bed to read.
“Okay so what did you say to my Mom the other day,” Jun finally asks me.
“Why man, does it matter,” I reply remembering his mom.
“Dude she is calmer than I’ve ever seen her, she is taking Natsuko out for shopping and lunch, they are buying me clothes while they are out, and my Dad apparently got lucky for the first time since before Natsuko was born cause he’s smiling,” Jun tells me looking up from the computers.
I shrug and head over to the computer/cable thing Jun has assembled. He runs over all the technical babble about phone book, sim card and salvageable info. He uploads my phone numbers to my address book on my computer when Katy pops in.
“Hey Jun, Guy your Mom says she’s gonna go get you a new phone and I’m getting some clothes,” Katy hesitates on the last word,” We’ll be back later since you have company. Oh Jun, be here when I get back so you can walk me through my studies.”
“Alright, get yourself a tough hooded jacket,” I tell Katy as she heads out.
“Did she just talk to me like a person,” Jun asks me.
I chuckle and go over the whole story of what happened when I got jumped and that I knew one of the guys who did it. As we’re talking I notice he’s wearing blue jeans and a thin white T-shirt.
“So what’s with the shirt,” I ask.
“Only t-shirts I own are undershirts,” Jun tells me pulling at the thin white shirt.
“Here man, wear this and get it back when you get better ones,” I tell him tossing him a black JTHM shirt,” Also tell your sister or mom to get you a tough hooded coat.”
I watch him put my shirt on and send off a text message to one of the women. I get back to showing him my bruises on my chest and back.
“So you’re going to get even with them I’m guessing,” Jun asks.
“No, I’m going to make shit hurt,” I reply coldly.
“So what can I do man,” Jun asks me.
I pause for a second. He wants in, he’s known me for less than a week and he’s going to help me beat some ass. I start laughing till my bruises stop me and he’s got a puzzled and pissed look on his face.
“What the hell is so funny,” Jun asks hotly.
“When was the last time you were actually in a fight,” I get out trying to slow my breathing.
“Doesn’t matter, you can kick some people around and they’re just going to hit you back. If you really want to get payback you need to hit them with something that says ‘I can own your ass’,” Jun says calming back down.
“Okay consigliore, get me info so I can break them but I will kick someone’s ass for this,” I tell him pointing to my nose and the stitches on my head.
I tell him exactly what was said and let him do the networking with his friends. While he works we bullshit about school and girls, he tells me he couldn’t get the girl to come by the day he brought Katy to his place. I sit back and think about it for a few minutes. We discuss Katy being here and I explain the situation and have him save all the pictures on my phone. I walk him through how to talk to the girl he wants and what to do if she hesitates.
“Okay so what if she flat out says no,” Jun asks.
“Then you walk; don’t talk to her unless she finds you. Don’t hang out around her, and don’t speak to her friends about her,” I tell him,” If she’s interested she’ll come to you otherwise she ain’t worth the work you’ll do to get her to pay attention.
My facebook starts getting messages from Mathilda on it. Jun lets me have the chair and I respond that I’m here. She says she tried texting me, I tell her about my phone when I hear a clicking. Jun is taking pics of my nose and stitches with his camera phone. I get back to Mathilda and tell her what happened, she gives me the ‘wait that was you and you’re still alive’. Apparently the rumor is that a high school student was mugged and beaten to death. I ask her what she’s doing today and agree to meet up with her when she’s free in an hour; she says she’ll pick me up since I should avoid walking.
“Wait, you’re dating Katy and some girl named Kori, now you’re going to meet another girl from another school named Mathilda later today,” Jun says to me confused.
“Is there a question in there or just a statement of my life,” I ask Jun.
“Well I’m just wondering if you’re starting a harem or something,” Jun inquires.
I try to explain the situation with Kori and Katy, and then add to it some of the other women I’ve been with since this whole thing started leaving out Tracy and his mom.
“So what do I do if Katy tries to pay me for help with school work with sex,” Jun finally asks.
“Well since you’re not with the mystery girl then I say go for it if that’s what she’s doing,” I tell him calmly,” honestly since Katy and Kori know I’m having sex with other girls I figure that you’re safe enough.”
He nods and gets back to his friend networking; I start to hate this part of the game. I’m stuck watching other people gather information while I sit around nursing wounds and get angrier about not doing. The door opening snaps me to my senses, its Dad motioning me out to the living room. I round the corner and see all 6’4” Amazon build of Mathilda clad in blue jeans and a flannel shirt with a denim jacket.
“Are you heading out and is the Asian boy staying here,” Dad asks.
I head back and grab my coat, leaving Jun instructions for what I want with information and to leave me a message on my computer if Lajita wants to talk to me. I tell Dad everything will be fine I just need to clear my head and step out with Mathilda. We step out and I see she’s got her little car with her and I pile in the passenger’s side and we head away from my home.
“It’s been over a week,” Mathilda decides to break the silence,” and you haven’t called or texted or nothing. Now you want to meet up and you look like you’ve been beaten with a stick.”
“It was a bat,” I reply chuckling,” they hit me with a bat.”
“You got jumped and now you wanna hang out with me,” Mathilda asks pulling into a decentish neighborhood.
“I need someone I can talk to who isn’t everyday involved in my life,” I tell her as we pull into a single floor house’s driveway.
We get out of her small car and she unlocks the door letting me inside. It’s a little like true bachelors pad only a little cleaner, older furniture and random mail piled up next to one recliner. I pass the living room and follow Mathilda to her room. I never thought I would walk into the room my dad probably dreamed of for me as a baby but I just did. Sports posters on the wall, a damn weight bench in the corner and a twin bed up against the wall for space. I let Mathilda take a spot on her bench while I sit on her bed.
“So not many guys come over I take it,” I ask moving back up against the wall.
“I don’t get much company period,” Mathilda tells me looking at her hands in her lap,” I don’t have a lot of friends at school.”
“You are the captain of your basket ball team and you don’t have friends,” I ask slightly dumbfounded.
“I’m a freak, Dad raised me for years and now that I’m old enough he takes more work driving truck,” She tells me still staring down,” I got weights for my fourteenth birthday for fuck’s sake.”
“And I’m the product of a drunk and an ex-military combat junkie,” I tell her pulling back my hood,” You are a six foot Amazon, just figure out what you want and do it. I know why I’m here but do you?”
Mathilda finally breaks from looking at her hands and looks straight at me with a little fear and sadness. I watch her get up and motion me to stay put while she heads out of the room. I take my cue and strip down to my boxer briefs and lay down under the covers.
“Okay, if you laugh I swear to god I’m going to make what happened to you this weekend look like a trip to Disney land,” I hear Mathilda ask from the hallway.
I watch Mathilda come back around the corner, yellow lace bra and matching panties. I pull the blankets back and invite her over into her own bed. She walks over quickly and slides into bed with me, pulling the blankets over us.
“I’m really nerv…,” Mathilda gets about that far when I stop her talking with a kiss.
I start to wrap her up in my arms when I get pull by my hips and rolled onto my back. Quickly my shorts get yanked off and I watch Mathilda slip under the covers. I feel Mathilda take my cock in her hand, it’s rough and unfamiliar as I let her stroke me hard when I feel her lips on my cock. It’s warm and wet but not familiar take maybe 2 inches at a time.
“Okay, put your hand on what’s not in your mouth and work it up and down while you use your mouth,” I tell her pulling the blankets off her head.
I feel her put her hand back onto my cock as she follows my instructions slowing giving me her presumably first blowjob. Mathilda starts slow and almost methodical but it’s starting to feel good and I am fully hard now but I want more. I let her keep working while I move us to our sides and after some prodding have her facing me on her side in a sixty nine. I get her to spread her legs a little bit, I realize she could probably crush my skull with her thighs but I pull the nicest panties I’ve seen aside and start tonguing her clit. Mathilda reacts immediately with moaning on my cock and lets it fall from her mouth gasping; I wrap my arm around her hip and bury my face into her pussy.
I realize that she shaved for this since that night in the locker room as I take my tongue and run it in circles along the entrance to Mathilda’s pussy. I can hear her moaning loudly but nothing prepares me for the leg vice on my head, I can’t move so I shove my tongue as deep as I can get it into her pussy. I can feel Mathilda trying to put my cock back in her mouth but all I get are light licks when she locks up again and I take my first real taste of Mathilda as I get a rush of her juices in my mouth.
“Oh fucking shit I came,” Mathilda tells me gasping.
I muffle out ‘I noticed’ from between her legs, she lets go and I get some air in my lungs and roll onto my back. I feel movement on the bed and see Mathilda stripping out of her panties. I sit up and move to my knees, I let her get her panties off before pushing her down onto her hands and knees. I move up behind her pushing her knees together and slam the whole of my cock inside Mathilda’s pussy.
Mathilda’s pussy is tighter like this and it feels better with each thrust, I see trying to keep her face in the blankets on her bed. It’s good but I get that feeling like something’s missing; I’m not wanting a soft time with her. I grab Mathilda by her blonde hair and pull her face out of the blanket, the angle lets her squeeze me harder and I keep hammering in and out of her pussy. Finally I get her to stop gritting her teeth and starts moaning with each thrust.
“I’m gonna cum in you soon,” I tell her accentuating each word with a thrust.
“No, wait,” Mathilda tells me trying to stop,” I’m not on birth control.”
“Well you should figure something out soon,” I smirk down at her still watching my cock hammer in and out.
I slap Mathilda’s ass and get a quick gasp, I see her try to get her balance but I keep her head where I want it. More hammering and I can feel her tighten up like she’s coming again; I thrust fast in and out then just stop suddenly.
“What, why did you stop? I almost came,” Mathilda asks me.
“Well maybe it’s my turn,” I tell her leaving my cock buried in her,” Now you tell me why you should get to cum again if I can’t cum the way I want?”
I grind my hips against hers, Mathilda moans from the teasing. I watch as she starts bucking her own hips back onto my cock to get herself off. I smile a little at her attempts then slowly start to pull out of Mathilda’s pussy.
“No please don’t stop,” Mathilda begs me with half my cock still inside her.
“What’s in it for me,” I ask slowly pushing back inside.
“Ohhhhh, I’ll take it in the mouth or whatever just let me finish pleeeeease,” Mathilda begs me trying to keep her hips still.
“Okay,” I tell her, then letting go of her hair I grab her hips and start thrusting as fast as I can,” Does my new bitch want to cum now?”
“Yes, please make me cum,” Mathilda moans out.
“Tell me what you are and I’ll finish in your mouth,” I tell her thrusting deeply into her pussy.
“I’m your bitch, make your bitch come please,” Mathilda begs looking back at me.
It’s all the consent I need; I reach under her and start rubbing her clit while taking short thrusts in and out of her pussy. It takes a few seconds before Mathilda lets out a loud groan and I feel her squirt on my balls. I get that tingle and pull out of her pussy and lay down on my back, motioning her to my cock. I get her face over my cock and shove it into her mouth. She put her hands on the bed as I face fuck four inches in and out of her mouth. I feel the tingle again and holding Mathilda’s head in place shoot off into her mouth and throat. Mathilda panics for a little bit and gags but I feel her swallow as much as she can. I let her head go and she quickly lets my deflating cock fall from her mouth. I rest my head on her pillow while Mathilda steps out from the room for a minute.
After a couple minutes I see her come back in from the bathroom, she sits down next to where I’m laying on the bed in her nice lingerie.
“So I’m your bitch now,” Mathilda tells me smirking.
“Well I have two girlfriends who know I’m having sex with other girls, might as well just round it out to three,” I tell her checking my stitches on my head.
“Let me see those,” Mathilda takes my head in her hands and turns it to look,” That was defiantly better than the first time by the way. I just wish some of the bitches at my school could have seen me fucking like a porn star. It’d make them jealous little bitches.”
“Wait a minute,” I bolt up from the bed,” What did you just say?”
“It was better than the first time we had sex,” Mathilda says puzzled.
“No, the other thing,” I ask her.
“I figure if the girls who think I’m a freak at school saw us having sex like that they’d be jealous,” Mathilda says again more puzzled now than before.
It hits me like a bolt from on high, Lajita’s ‘fiancé’ was the ringleader. I warned Derek but he talked him into it. I can get to Derek and the other’s but that asshole needs a real lesson in payback. And now thanks to Mathilda I got the best idea I’ve had all weekend. I take Mathilda by the head and kiss her deep and softly till she relaxes up against me. We stop kissing after a few minutes and she rests her head in my lap as I sit against the wall on her bed.
“So are we going to even see each other again,” Mathilda asks me quietly.
“Yes, you’re the tough girlfriend,” I tell her smiling,” and you’re brilliant. But I don’t like you being at another school so I think you should transfer at the beginning of next year.”
My not-so-little Amazon girlfriend perks up to the thought and I have her and I start getting dressed, it’s been about an hour and I know I’ve got to bring Jun and Katy up to speed. We head back home in Mathilda’s car and I promise her I’m not playing around with her as my third girlfriend.
I get back inside at home and am greeted by a new cell phone and Jun is walking Katy through math at the table. I text Kori and Mathilda immediately with my phone to let them know I’m back in communication and decide to chill out in my room till dinner.
The rest of the evening goes fairly well. Dinner happened with Jun joining us and his mother and Natsuko coming by to pick him up after dinner. Jun’s Mom recognized me immediately but simply smile and greeted me like we’d never met before confusing the hell out of her children. After they leave I head back to my room. It takes about ten minutes before I have Katy coming into my room unannounced.
“Okay so what is the deal with the giant your Dad was talking about,” she ask me sprawling out on my bed.
“Tough girlfriend,” I tell her sitting down at my computer,” she kinda rounds it out to a good number for me. Plus I am pretty sure you and Kori aren’t the jealous types.”
“So Jun is really wanting to help with your whole revenge thing and I’m wondering where I stand in all this,” Katy tells me changing the subject.
I start to lay out some of the details for my plan and stress that if I don’t get Lajita to speak to me it’s gonna be more fighting and less fun. We talk a little more before I decide that I need some sleep and kick Katy out so I can get up tomorrow.
I have my first Monday with Katy in the house and it goes about as well as expected. I’m up sore, showered in pain and eat breakfast while mom checks my stitches and nose. Tracy shows up on time to take us to school. I get in the back with Kori and sit in the middle so Katy can sit on the other side of me. I’m gently cuddled on the way to school.
My arrival at school is met by staring and people whispering, probably about what happened to me. I exit the car and pull my hood up to see Katy wearing her black and green tripp pants with a ‘Slipknot’ band t shirt and Kori has her brown Capri pants and a blue sport tank top on. What catches my eye more so is once out of the car both Katy and Kori , Katy a denim one with some studs in the shoulder and some different patches and Kori a bright green hoodie with angel wings on the back in fake stones. I smile about the coats and they flank me as we head off to class, I watch Kori and Katy head off to their classes after getting a kiss from both and I get to my first period.
Not much happened in classes and Kori, Liz, Jun, Natsuko and some new Asian girl sit at the table ‘my’ lunch table. I can hear people talking while I eat but a poke from Liz draws my attention to Lajita sitting at a table with an Indian boy and two larger guys, one black and one islander I think.
“Liz, I want their names and either I meet with Lajita today or I swear you’ll have to live with the stigma of ‘my brother killed people during lunch’,” I get out of my mouth growling.
Liz pats me on the shoulder and I watch her head over Lajita’s table and after some talking her and Lajita get up and leave the cafeteria.
“Hey Guy are you doing okay,” Jun asks from his seat at the table.
“I’m wonderful,” I tell him finally noticing the girl with glasses next to him,” Who is she, and why the fuck is she at my table.”
“Dude, this is my new girlfriend Lilly,” Jun gestures to his girl in glasses.
I take a second to actually acknowledge this girl, a little heavy set but cute, shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. I nod to her and finish my meal when my phone goes off, it’s Liz and she says to meet her in the by the library.
“Meet me in the Gym during homeroom,” I tell everyone at the table and head off to the library.
I get to the library and see Liz talking to a scared Lajita. Both turn to greet me but it’s Lajita who looks nervous. I nod to Liz and she heads back to the cafeteria leaving us alone.
“Did I do something you didn’t like,” I ask Lajita from my hood.
“No,” Lajita answers sheepishly.
“Then why did your ‘fiancé’ get his goons to do this,” I say pulling my hood back and letting her see my broken nose and stitches.
That’s when the waterworks start, Lajita starts crying and speaking in her language. I let her calm down and have her sit on one of the benches.
“He’s not my fiancé, my parents didn’t want to let me marry him and he’s taken it very personal,” Lajita tells me wiping her tears.
“Well then I need your help getting him back,” I tell her kneeling down.
“But he’ll just have his friends come after you again, fighting won’t fix this,” Lajita tells me quietly.
“I have a plan but you need to help me, either that or I get to use some gratuitous violence,” I tell her smiling.
“Okay but what is it you have in mind,” she asks me.
“During homeroom meet me in the Gym,” I tell her helping her up then heading off to class.
Fifth period is the point I have been waiting on since Saturday when I enter the classroom and see Derek and Heather sitting and talking at their old seats. I enter with my hood back and watch them get quiet as I take my seat. Class goes well aside from the creepy quiet in the seats behind me. At the end of class I turn to Derek and smile.
“Is something wrong Derek, did you want to say something to my face,” I smile at him coldly.
“Man are you okay or something, we can talk if you want,” Derek asks nervously.
“Sure, what did you do last Friday, you two go off and have some fun,” I ask still cold.
“Ummm, Derek was hanging out with his family Friday because I had practice,” Heather says wondering what I’m talking about.
I just smile big and head out to homeroom with my hood up. It takes a second to get a slip for the Gym and I head out. Girls are having basketball practice and I see that I’m the last one to show up for my meeting. Kori and Katy are quiet while Liz, Lajita, Natsuko and Jun are chatting amongst themselves.
“I know some of you are with me in what I have planned but I am going to need everyone’s help to pull this off,” I start telling them,” Liz I need information from you, I want to know who the goon squad is with the guy who’s stalking Lajita. Katy and Natsuko I need to meet with whoever heads up the punk groups in school soon. Jun you’re my right hand on this, I need eyes in the back of my head and you have your ‘geek’ squad to make it happen.”
I start to lay out different details on my plan to everyone, I learn that the ‘fiancé’ is called Kamran and his goon squad is with him for four classes and his homeroom. I let everyone figure out their parts when I get pulled aside by Kori and Katy.
“Okay, I think you need to calm down babe,” Kori tells me,” your plan isn’t going to work.”
“What part,” I ask half heartidly.
“Okay, I don’t know what you’re going to do about Derek or Kamran, but the other two guys you’re just going to lead into a field and beat with a bat,” Kori says with a ‘really’ expression.
“I’m waiting for the negative on this Kori,” I reply.
“You follow my plan then and I’ll get rid of the goons,” Kori tells me heading off to where Tracy is practicing with her team.
I start to follow when Katy sits me down on the bleachers. I watch her move behind me and pulling my hood back she checks the stitches on my head. I close my eyes and just enjoy her hands touching my head when she starts talking.
“I can take you to talk to John today,” Katy tells me,” but he’s either gonna fight you or want to fuck me to get whatever you’re asking for.”
“Okay, so I get to fight him. Is he like a martial arts god or something,” I ask Katy leaning back into her lap.
“Wait, you want to fight him. I could just have sex with him,” Katy says with a level of disbelief.
“Katy, maybe I didn’t make it clear when I said you were MY girlfriend,” I tell her smiling,” now where the fuck do I find Johnny boy?”
She gets up from behind me and leads me out of the Gym to the parking lot. At the far lot I get to a black station wagon with a group of punks sitting around it. I motion Katy to wait and putting my hood up approach alone.
“Which one of you is John,” I ask loudly.
I watch the crowd part and get to look at Johnny, about six foot tall black guy. He has a short Mohawk and is wearing torn up tank top and olive green cargo pants. I see enough piercings in his face to make one Swiss army knife.
“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck you want,” Johnny rudely asks.
“I’m Guy, I was told you were the one who didn’t need to live at home because you have flop houses,” I tell him being annoyingly polite.
“I got my own places yeah, why the fuck do you want to know,” Johnny asks me again.
“Well I want to use one to really fuck up this preppy kid,” I tell him still with the ultra polite tones.
I hear Johnny and his friends laughing, not sure why but he places his hand on my shoulder I’m guessing to help with his joke.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Johnny tells me walking away.
“Really want me to leave,” I pull my hood back so Johnny and his friends can see my face,” What about after I get back to the office bleeding from my stitches after you assaulted me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, you’re not…,” is about as far as Johnny gets as I reach up and pull the first stitch out of my head.
Seeing that I have their attention I start walking forward and remove the second stitch. Its amazes me that as much as it hurts I’m still marveling at people with amateur tattoos and piercings looking like they’re going to vomit. I back Johnny up to his car by the time I get the third stitch out.
“You’re hyena’s, you look really tough and as a group you are very scary looking,” I tell Johnny wiping some blood on my hand,” but aside from that what do you do? Nothing, now either you or I come to an agreement or we find out how much blood can leak out of my head before people call the authorities.”
I place my bloody hand on his shoulder and watch him just stare at me in a level of disbelief. The other punks have cleared a circle around us and aren’t really moving, just standing wondering what I’m going to do next.
“Okay, I’ll help but seriously are you going to kill this guy you’re after,” Johnny asks me.
“No, that would be too easy, I’m going to ruin his dreams,” I reply smiling.
I take my hand off Johnny’s shoulder and walk back over to Katy who as soon as I get close just kisses me on the spot. I enjoy the moment till she pulls back and marches me to the nurse’s office. I get my head wrapped and tell the nurse it was itchy and I didn’t realize what I had done till too late. School ends and I catch the bus with Katy, Kori and Liz home.
My afternoon and evening are pretty normal; Mom is upset about my stitches. I’m sitting at my computer when I get a chat message from Lajita asking me what I’m planning for Kamran and her. I tell her it’ll happen soon and it’ll be after school if she can get free, she replies that she’ll help but doesn’t want to be a part of any violence. I make no promises and end the conversation with that.
Tuesday morning is another uneventful start to a fairly boring day. I get up out and to school like normal. It’s the start of third period when my phone buzzes in my coat. Tracy texts me to say to get out of class as quickly as I can. I head up to the teacher and say I’m feeling dizzy and ask to see the nurse.
I head to the office but get stopped along the way by Hanna, the red head from the basketball team.
“Tracy told me that you need to get to the Gym and hide behind the bleachers till she texts,” Hanna tells me heading off to the gym.
I’m confused but I head over and get behind the bleachers, quietly avoiding the teacher running the class through volleyball. About fifty minutes of co-ed volleyball and I watch the teacher dismiss the class to the locker room. It takes a minute before I see some of the students talking, a couple girls and the two ‘bodyguards’ for a few minutes before the girls head off the their locker room.
“Kori told me you needed those two gone so we did you a favor,” Tracy says nearly scaring the shit out of me.
“What the fuck is going on,” I ask Tracy getting a hold of myself.
“Wait till the guys go into the girl’s locker room then go get my dad at the office,” Tracy tells me leaving the Gym.
Sure enough it takes a few minutes and I watch the guys look around for a minute then sneak into the girl’s locker room. I let the door close and head out to the office and catch Coach Campbell in Mrs. Jackson’s office.
“Coach Campbell, I don’t mean to interrupt but I was coming here when I saw some guys sneaking into the girl’s locker room,” I them groggily.
“Mr. Donnelly are you okay,” Mrs. Campbell asks me taking me from the doorway and sitting me down in a chair.
I watch Coach leave the office in a hurry and one of the female teacher’s follow him out. Mrs. Jackson gets me a glass of water and what happens next is pure priceless art. I watch Coach Campbell walk two boys in their underwear across grounds during lunch time to the office and sit them down in the lobby. At Mrs. Jackson’s request he helps me to the nurse’s office, I let both of the guys see my face and smirk lightly.
I get a clean bill of health from the nurse and get out just in time to get a quick bite for lunch. I see Kori and the gang all sitting at the same table and head over. Sitting down all of them just kinda look at me smirking.
“Okay what’s so funny,” I ask trying to eat my crappy pizza.
“Two down man,” Jun tells me holding up his phone.
I see the video feed on his phone of both guys from the locker room being marched across the campus. I look at Kori who is smiling big; I shake my head and march out of the cafeteria without a word. I head to the Gym and sure enough she doesn’t miss me this time when she follows me.
“What the hell did I do,” Kori asks rounding the corner.
I shrug and put her back up against the wall, kissing her deeply. She’s stunned for a second but warms up to the kiss quickly, wrapping her arms in my coat. I bring my hands inside her shirt, rubbing them on her warm skin I trail my left hand down her stomach and slowly back her up against the wall of the Gym.
“Didn’t we do this before,” Kori asks me breaking the kiss.
I smile and shake my head no then slide my hand from her stomach down her capri pants and inside her panties. It takes a second for her to open her legs but as soon as they get apart I find her clit and rub my fingers on either side of it slowly. Kori’s head rests on the wall with her gasping lightly as I rub her clit and start to kiss her neck. She puts her arm around me and pulls against her side giving me better access down her pants. I speed up my rubbing when I get another body pressed against me, it’s Katy licking my ear and grabbing my cock through my jeans.
I’m getting hard but I can feel Kori getting wet so I speed up my fingers on her clit eliciting a deeper moan from her. Katy is not letting up off my cock and has moved onto the other side of Kori placing her free hand up Kori’s sweater and onto her breast. Kori is writhing as we both work her over, her hips bucking against my hand and fingers.
“Ohhhh fuck I’m gonna cum,” Kori moans before going rigid.
Katy and I hold Kori up and keep playing with her body as she orgasms hard and grips me against her. Gasping she regains her balance and I remove my hand from her pants and Kori grabs my face and kisses me causing Katy to have to let go of us both. After the kiss Kori adjusts herself and both girls stare at me for a second grinning.
“Oh I know that look but I am saving it for later,” I tell them both,” Katy, tell Johnny boy that I need that place by the time homeroom starts. And Kori?”
“Yeah Guy,” Kori responds.
“Gonna need you to get your Mom’s van and bring some toys,” I tell her smiling.
We head back to classes and the rest of the day the school is buzzing, apparently some guys got it in their head that the girls in third period Gym were gonna have some sort of sex party with a couple guys but when the guys got into the girls locker room and stripped down they found they weren’t invited. After that it took the timely intervention of Coach Campbell and some screaming girls to get the ‘perverts’ out of the locker room. I’m defiantly going to make this up to Kori.
Derek and Heather on the other hand look really off during fifth period. Heather is quiet and but trying to be nice but Derek is avoiding eye contact and mumbling a lot. I let him stew; I’ve got something planned for him later. I get a pass out of homeroom and text Lajita; she’s waiting in the parking lot with Johnny and Katy.
I get out to them and see Lajita in a pink skirt and blouse, and Johnny has a vest on with Hyena patched on the back. I chuckle at the patch as I approach.
“Hey if we’re hyenas than what are you,” Johnny asks me.
“I’m a tiger, I don’t need a pack but I can use one,” I tell him from my hood,” And if you don’t kill me I’ll come after you and everyone who looks like you.”
Johnny shakes his head,” Okay Katy, we hang out but this guy makes really wonder if I’m gonna get jail time for doing this.”
Everyone looks at me for a second and I just shrug and get into John’s car with Lajita, I give Katy a kiss and tell her to meet us once her and Kori are ready.
“So what is it we’re doing,” Lajita asks me.
“Do you want Kamran to be bothering you for the rest of your life,” I ask her.
Lajita shakes her head no and I explain the part that she’s going to help me with. Johnny even starts looking at me in the rearview as I describe how it’s going to play out.
“Okay but if he’s not broken then I want him gone,” Lajita tells me with a very serious look.
“Done, won’t be the first time John has had to gang beat a prep kid, right John,” I say smirking at him.
“I got half my crew waiting man, I’ll be ready if you need me,” Johnny tells me pulling up to one of the abandoned office buildings downtown.
We all exit the car and Johnny does a meet and greet with his crew, a chubby Goth/punk girl waves me inside the building. I lead Lajita inside and on the third floor we are a bedroom which is basically a few mattresses on the floor and some broken furniture. I get a sturdy chair and put it to the side for Lajita to sit in and set myself down on the mattresses while I wait for Katy and Kori to do their work.
“So how is Kamran going to get here,” Lajita asks me.
“Kori, her and Katy are jealous that I’m spending time with you so they’re going to get Kamran and bring him here to get you. And then we get to have some fun,” I tell her smiling.
I can see she’s tense and really nervous about this so I decide to lighten the mood.
“Why did you come into my room that night during the slumber party,” I ask Lajita to kill time.
“You were nice to me. Guys I deal with at school weren’t because I had Kamran around me all the time so they treated me like he did,” Lajita tells me.
“Okay but I’ve never talked to you before the sleep over,” I reply wondering what she’s talking about.
“I’ve been over with Elizabeth before, you were always polite and didn’t talk down to me, you even got the door for me when I was over,” Lajita regales me with my apparently very chivalrous nature.
“Okay so you wanted to repay me for being a nice guy with sex,” I ask a little confused.
“Well I didn’t want sex to be with someone like Kamran so I just took the opportunity,” Lajita tells me,” My mom knew what I was doing and she was fine with it. It’s not like you didn’t want to.”
“No I was very much wanting too… Wait, your MOM knew,” I ask bolting up from the mattress.
“Yes, my culture is very open when it comes to sex. You westerners are really kinda prudish, and why anal sex is a fetish I’ll never know,” Lajita tells me as I sit in stunned silence.
After about 20 minutes I get a text from Katy on Kori’s phone saying they’re here and heading up. I motion to Lajita to go hide in the corner as I take off my coat and move into the hall. Loud footsteps from the stairs. Quickly enough I see Kamran get to the top of the stairs and slow down when he sees me.
“How’s it going Special K,” I call to him from the hallway.
“You give me back my fiancé and you do it now or I swear,” Kamran says covering the distance.
“You swear what, you’ll get your bodyguards and Derek to help you jump me,” I tell him standing my ground,” Funny thing, I don’t see your boys here, and Lajita came here with me. So who brought you here?”
I watch him freeze for a second so he can take it all in, my girlfriends got him to come here, drove him here and he walked in on his own with no help he can trust. He starts to look around then focuses on the open door behind me.
“You give her back to me now,” Kamran tells me weakly.
“I didn’t take her, she came here with me. Now you got a choice, I’m hurt and you’ve got no backup this is your shot Special K,” I tell him reveling in my new nickname,” you want to prove you’re a real man or just a spoiled kid with money?”
I can see Kamran get angry and watch him rush me the remaining fifteen feet between us and take probably the best swing he’s had in his life at me. Problem is only way to not see this haymaker is to be blind and deaf. I step back letting the swing go past my face and as Kamran goes off balance I lock my arm under his swing in a half nelson and bring the other around his neck in a choke. I let him struggle before kicking his leg out bringing him to his knees.
“Now I wonder where I’m going to leave your body,” I tell him applying pressure to knock him out.
As soon as he’s out I call for Katy and Kori, the rush up the stairs with a small bag in tow. Johnny quickly follows and helps me move Kamran to the room. Lajita looks on as we strip Kamran down and duct tape him to the chair naked, Katy gets a ball gag into his mouth. I strip down to my underwear and watch as Johnny heads out.
“Okay I’ll be waiting downstairs when you need me man,” John says heading out.
I watch him leave and take a seat on the bed. My attention turns to the girls, Kori has purple panties and a matching bra with black lace where as Katy by contrast is wearing a black sports bra with a plain thong. Finally turning my attention to Lajita white bra with little pink flowers on it and just some regular white panties.
After we are all ‘dressed’ I let Katy do the honors smacking Kamran awake. It takes him a few seconds but as soon as he sees me on the bed he starts struggling. The girls sit down next to me except for me Lajita who is standing behind Kamran.
“Hey Special K, enjoy your nap,” I ask him once he’s stopped struggling so much.
“He looks like he needs an explanation and I think ‘someone’ should tell him what’s going on,” Kori says looking to Lajita.
I watch Lajita step around the chair and into his field of view, I can’t see his face but I’ve got a pretty good idea what his expression is.
“Kamran, I hate you. You treat me like I’m property and I’m not. I’m not your fiancé and I’m not your girlfriend,” Lajita tells him,” Now you are going to watch me do things with Guy that I will NEVER do with you.”
Lajita turns around and takes her bra off in front of me releasing her breasts before crawling across the bed and pulling my shorts down. I move myself off the wall and the girls move off the bed leaving me and Lajita alone on mattress. As soon as I’m lying down Lajita goes to work giving me a not so amateur blowjob. She does a wonderful job working four inches in and out of her mouth; I lay my head back and relax. I look over to see Kamran struggling with his bonds and grunting into his ball gag. I help pull Lajita’s hair out of the way so Kamran can watch Lajita work my cock with her mouth.
Katy and Kori on the other hand have some ideas of their own as I see them going through the bag Kori brought. I watch the girls’ fish out two small pearl vibrators and move over to Lajita’s rear, slipping her panties off I hear the vibrators kick on. Lajita starts moaning on my cock as the Katy and Kori use the vibrators on her, I watch Lajita whip a hand back grabbing Katy’s wrist and moving it.
“Up there and you better have something bigger in there for later,” Lajita says putting my cock back in her mouth.
“Katy I think she’s done with giving Guy oral,” Kori says moving away from Lajita’s ass.
I watch Korinna head back to the bag when she stops and looks over at Kamran then starts laughing. We all stop and look from Kori to Kamran when Katy starts laughing too.
“Oh fuck he’s got a hard on, you can see it there in his mountain of pubic hair,” Katy blurts out laughing.
We all start chuckling except Lajita who gets my attention by moving her mouth faster on my cock. I lay back and let her work enjoying the sensation of Lajita’s mouth working even faster now. Suddenly she stops and starts moaning loudly letting my cock fall from her mouth as a small orgasm hits her. I watch Katy move away from Lajita as the orgasm ends, I watch Lajita get up and stand in front of Kamren.
“Look at me,” Lajita says moving his Kamren’s face to look at her,” He is going make me cum again and you’re going to watch me let him cum inside me you asshole.”
I can see Kamren still trying to struggle but he’s fixed on Lajita as she moves back over to the mattress and me. Lajita straddles my hips for a second when I see Kori stop her and stand her back up and motion me up. As soon as I’m standing I see what Kori was getting out of the bag, a six inch black strap on fixed to her hips. I watch Kori lay down on her back pulling Lajita on top of her, it takes them a second but I watch as six inches of strap on disappear into Lajita’s pussy. I watch Lajita’s pussy bounce up and down on making that squeaking noise she made our first night together, Katy gets on her knees in front of me and starts taking my whole cock in her mouth covering it in her spit. I move behind Lajita and push her hips down on to the strap on. I take my cock line it up with Lajita’s asshole; it takes a second but after a little pressure I slide balls deep inside her ass.
I don’t know who’s face had more shock to it, Lajita’s or Kamren’s. Lajita moves her hips a little but stops and tries adjusting with the two of us inside her. I hear her grunt but not in the ‘having a good time’ way.
“Please fuck me, I can’t move so you two need to fuck me,” Lajita whispers to Kori and I.
I use my hands to hold Lajita’s hips in place as start sliding my cock in and out of her asshole; quickly I feel something moving with me inside Lajita. I pull back and notice Kori is thrusting in and out of Lajita’s pussy fast. I decided to take a cue from my good girlfriend and move onto one knee propping my other leg up and taking a handful of Lajita’s hair in one hand and the other on her hip start pounding my cock into her ass.
Lajita isn’t squeaking anymore now she’s just moaning with her head back. I see Katy watching us as Kori and I make Lajita into a puddle of orgasm. I hear a new moaning and shift my gaze down to see Kori starting to have and orgasm of her own. I don’t know what is going on with that strap on but with the two of them moaning and the noise of our bodies slapping together I can feel my own orgasm coming on. Lajita turns her head back to me then looks straight at Kamren as she gets quiet then I hear liquid slopping around then get a moan from Kori as she lunges up and latches onto Lajita’s nipple while cumming herself. I watch them a little then get that tingle in the base of my cock, I let go of Lajita’s hair and grab her shoulder pushing her down onto the strap on while slamming my cock in her ass as the first shot of semen fills her colon. We all lock up and I feel the rush of my orgasm as Lajita clamps down on my cock finishing her own orgasm.
We sit in silence till I back out of Lajita’s asshole, I take deep breaths and watch her get up and go over to Kamren. I watch her take his head and whisper something in her language before walking away. The rest of us start to clean up and get dressed, packing up the bag and cleaning up my cock and Kori’s hips, apparently Lajita came so hard she squirted on her.
While the girls finish everything I wave them out of the room and as soon as they’re gone grab a piece of glass from a broken window. I walk over to Kamren and pull up a chair in front of him and sit down.
“Wow, you know man you aren’t looking so good,” I tell him looking at the glass in my hand,” you feeling alright?”
He shakes his head weakly and I can see he’s been crying, I must have missed that. I reach over with my free hand and undo the ball gag letting it fall from his mouth. He sits there looking at the floor and I can’t figure out what else.
“Hey Special K, are you there,” I ask him again.
“Why did you do this,” he asks me back weakly.
“I didn’t know you had a thing for Lajita when it happened, and it was nice when we had sex the first time,” I start to explain,” But you couldn’t just come to me like a guy and say something, you couldn’t talk to me like a man. So you find Derek and decide to hunt me down and ambush me. I’m really having a hard time understanding that.”
“She was mine, you took her without my permission and you defiled her,” Kamren tells me starting to get angry.
“No she belongs to herself, maybe she would have liked you if you weren’t such an piece of curry based shit but that’s what happens when people rely on old ways,” I tell him pulling my bandage back from my stitches,” You think this scar is four or five inches long?”
“I don’t know what you’re AAAGGGGHHHHHHHH,” Kamren gets out as I lunge forward with the glass taking the edge and dragging it across the side of his head leaving a gash about five inches long.
“Now we match pal, don’t worry a couple stitches and you’ll be fine,” I say taking the glass and cutting him one hand free,” Lajita is done with you now, I hope you understand that. Now here’s my word on this, you got jumped, you can walk your ass to the road from here and get some help.”
I watch him pull his hand free and grab the side of his head where I cut him. I walk around him and place my hands on his shoulders.
“Now just remember this, I’m not going to see you again and you’re going to leave Lajita alone otherwise this will seem like a day out with your family,” I tell him.
I watch him nod, then start to walk away and remember one last thing. I storm in front of Kamren and taking the bottom of my boot smash him in the nose. Kamren hits the floor on his back and holds his nose and face, I can see blood coming out between his fingers.
“Hey, we’re even man. Use this and you might get out of here in time for dinner,” I say to him wiping off the piece of glass and dropping it next to him.
I exit the building and see the girls talking with Johnny. They all look at me kinda freaked out as I walk up.
“Anything we need to know about Guy,” Kori asks me.
“Oh nothing, just an eye for an eye,” I tell her smiling,” I am hungry, let’s go get dinner.”
I take my phone out and text Mom asking if we can have company over, Lajita declines and asks if Kori can drop her off at home first. We get her back home and I walk her up, she gives me a hug and smiles heading inside.
I get back to the van and we get about five minutes down the road when Kori stops the van and both girls look at me.
“Okay, we need to know if you’re going to go get jail time for what you did after we left,” Katy asks.
“No, I just gave him a cut and a broken nose like he gave me, aside from that he’s kinda feeling like he can’t please the woman of his dreams and now he’s gonna leave her alone,” I tell them both from the back seat.
“How much more are you planning to do to them all,” Kori asks me.
“Just Derek left, after him I don’t need to do anymore,” I tell them both as Kori heads back down the road to my home.
Just one more, one more and I’m going to have fun with this.I had to do some rewrites due to the story not making sense in some parts after proofreading and a small case of blue screen on my computer. One more chapter for this installment. Comment at your leisure and please feel free to PM, they are preferred.

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Agatha Allbut & The Bimbo Squad Ch 01 The Backstory

© 2012 by Salacious Scribe.
Authors Note:
This chapter of the story contains NO SEXUAL ACTS AT ALL! But plenty of sex is cumming. If you don’t enjoy this kind of unsmut, please choose another story.
The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77

Fiction

Sequel to Eve and the Peeping Tom

Several people commented on my story of “Eve and the Peeping Tom”, saying that I set the story up but didn’t have enough sex and abuse. Accordingly, I’ve written this story more or less as a continuation of my previous.
It will probably make better reading if you go to the first story before reading this one, however it is not necessary if you just wish to continue reading this one now that you’re here.
I’ll just once again warn that this story has extremely cruel and sadistic passages, so if you are going to be turned off by that sort of thing, stop now and look for something more playful.
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During the first few days after her meeting with the Peeping Tom and his friends, Eve was terrified that they would phone her while her husband was at home. This didn’t happen though, and after the first week had elapsed, she began to relax and settle back into the normal flow of life.
Indeed the second and third weeks also passed by without any word from the men who had used her so roughly and so crudely. Up until this point, Eve had been happy not to have heard from them, but towards the end of the fourth week, when she knew that her husband’s night shift was imminent, she began to have regrets that the men had seemingly treated the event as a once only occasion, and that it seemed she would never have any further such wild and debauched experiences.
Perhaps that was just as well too. She had needed to be so careful for her husband not to see the marks of the whips that had so decorated her body after that last session. She’d worn shirts buttoned up to her neck, long nighties at bedtime, she’d made sure the door was locked whenever she’d taken a shower, and had needed to feign a minor illness to keep her husband at bay until her bruises and abrasions had disappeared.
Eventually the day came around when her husband, Rob, was due to go once more onto night shift for a couple of days. There had been no further news of the Peeping Tom who had been active in the town, and Rob now felt less worried about leaving his wife alone for the couple of nights.
Eve, for her part, assured her husband that she would be safely inside the house with the windows closed and the doors locked.
That evening, as the time approached eight o’clock, Rob got himself ready to leave for work, and shortly later Eve was kissing him goodnight and watching the car drive away. She was about to close the front door and go back inside the house when it occurred to her that they hadn’t brought in the evening newspaper.
Lightly skipping down the path, Eve extricated the newspaper from where it was jammed in the gate, and as she did so she glanced each way along the road. A car was parked just a couple of doors along, and with a fright she saw Tom step out and begin walking towards her.
Eve was transfixed and stood waiting with a turmoil of mixed emotions racing through her brain.
“Is your husband back on night shift?” the man quietly asked as he came face to face with Eve.
“Yes,” Eve murmured, with feelings of sexual excitement now beginning to overwhelm her.
“Come and get in the car,” the man commanded, and Eve opened the gate and, newspaper still in hand, followed the man and got into his car with him.
“We’ve got everything ready and are all waiting for you,” the man laughed with a slight mocking tone as they drove away.
Eve was scared but also tremendously excited. It was so very, very wrong what she was doing, but she couldn’t help herself.
The journey took just a few minutes before they pulled into the driveway of a house. Eve and the pervert were just alighting from the car when the door of the house opened and the other two men, who she recognised from that torrid sex session of a month earlier, came to excitedly greet her.
All three men kissed her lovingly, their tongues slipping into her mouth and meeting Eve’s own tongue which responded with lustful love.
Being led into the house, Eve gasped to find two other men waiting for her. “We’ve got extra cocks for you this time,” Tom laughingly told her, then addressing the extra two men, he told them that “this is the fucking slut we told you about. She loves sucking cock and being fucked, and best of all the slut loves it rough.” To demonstrate this latter point Tom told Eve to lift her chin, then when she had done so he gave her a resounding slap across her face.
“You filthy fucking bitch,” he sneered at her as Eve gasped.
The blow had stung her face but Eve felt the same conflicting emotions of sexual lustfulness along with some element of fear.
“See, the fucking whore loves it,’ Tom laughed as Eve docilely stood before him, and he gave her a couple more playful slaps.
All five men were now stripping naked and Eve’s clothes were half taken off and half ripped from her body so that in just moments she was standing naked amidst the five men whose massive cocks were all hard and swaying out in front of their bodies.
Eve now began to be fucked and fucked and fucked, pussy, mouth and ass, with the five men constantly swapping positions because, with five of them, two were at any one time, missing out and were eager to get their cocks inside Eve’s body.
After some time of heaving Eve’s body this way and that, and fucking and mauling her all over, it was suggested that it was time to have a bit of fun hurting her. Accordingly, all five men took up short leather whips and, completely surrounding Eve, they began to viciously flog and lash her body.
Eve was soon howling and screaming. She could do nothing to protect herself, if she moved away from one sadist she was only moving in range of another, and if she turned from one lash it was only to face others.
The men flogged and thrashed her, urging each other on, and being urged on by Eve’s screaming and her obvious suffering.
The cruel leather whips bit and stung Eve’s soft, pale flesh, leaving glowing red welts all over her body. Soon her entire body was disfigured with fiery red stripes criss-crossing her ass, her belly, her breasts, and her thighs.
Eve’s screams were becoming frantic and uncontrollable as the horrendous and ghastly pain raged through her body. Her pretty little face was contorted with pain and the tears ran freely, running down her cheeks and adding to the men’s desire to cruelly hurt this soft, tender, and very lovely woman.
Eventually, but not before Eve had collapsed on the floor in a state of semi-consciousness, the flogging ceased and the men now fussed over her in order to restore her enough for the next onslaught of cruel, sadistic abuse.
Eve’s body was so sore and still stinging and aching as she was helped to her feet and had her face sponged with cold water and was given something to drink.
“We’re going to burn you next,” she was told as her wrists and ankles were all secured with leather straps securely wrapped several times around her limbs and fastened with sturdy buckles.
Her arms were first stretched out above her head and the straps secured to fastenings on the wall, then her legs were stretched wide apart and she was lifted into the air as these latter fastenings were attached to further fastenings on the side walls. She was now stretched out in a horizontal spread eagled position suspended in the air by her arms and legs.
The men then emptied out a bag of large, wax candles onto the floor and taking matches, began to light up two candles each.
Soon the hot flames were beginning to melt the wax of the candles so that the hot, molten wax pooled around the hot flame.
The guys waited until all candles were holding a good pool of the boiling wax. They surrounded Eve and carefully held their candles over her body, one directly above her small, round breasts, one over her belly, one right above her gaping and wet pussy, and the last two poised above the stretched out inner thighs of their victim.
Every area that the sadists aimed for with the boiling wax, was the softest and most tender places on Eve’s body.
The men were laughing and chuckling with glee, fully aware of the ghastly pain which Eve was about to experience.
“OK, ready,” one of the guys laughingly asked the others as he glanced around at their grinning countenances.
“One, two, three – burn you fucking bitch!” he cried happily and the ten large candles all tipped in unison, pouring the hot, searing wax onto Eve’s naked and helpless body.
The screams that Eve gave out were ear piercing and gave a good indication of the hideous pain that she was experiencing.
“Ha, ha! Listen to the fucking bitch!” one of the guys exclaimed with great delight. The others laughingly agreed and were thrilled at Eve’s frantic screeching and lurching about as she hung there suspended on the straps, her eyes wide and her her mouth wide open as her howls and shrieks pierced the air.
The men were laughing and filled with great satisfaction as they stood commenting on the extravagant reaction that they’d inspired in their victim.
Of course at the same time the men were all holding their candles upright again in order to let more of the cruel, burning wax pool about the hot flames.
The boiling, and burning, molten wax was soon being randomly dripped over Eve’s body, each time producing lurching struggles to get free, along with gasping, crying, howling, and always tearful, screams and shrieks of pain.
That horror for Eve, and pleasure for the men, continued until the candles were almost spent, and Eve’s body was caked with the now solidified wax.
Snuffing the candles out, the men took up a number or riding crops and beat the wax from Eve’s body until it was all gone and her flesh showed through red and blotchy from the burning of the hot wax. Looking at her, and remembering how soft and pale and tender her skin had appeared before they started work on her, the men felt very satisfied at the red and beaten look that Eve’s flesh had now taken on.
Soon Eve was ready for the next torment that the men had prepared for her. They brought out a simple timber chair that they had worked on and made a couple of significant additions to. Eve gasped when she saw what they had done. In the middle of the seat towards the front, the men had bored two holes and mounted two huge, fat, rubber dildos, strategically placed to line up with Eve’s vagina and anus when she was seated upon the chair.
“Oh my goodness!” Eve gasped, and protested that the dildos were way too large.
Her protests were ignored as one of the men smeared a liberal amount of grease, first on the dildos, and then on and in Eve’s pussy and ass.
Men stood either side of Eve, and each with a hand behind her back and the other under her thighs, lifted her up in a sitting position.
Holding her over the special chair, the men moved her into position so that the two dildos located into her two holes. They then slowly, and at the same time jostling her body slightly to aid penetration of the huge, fat dildos, released her weight so that she slowly sat down and the dildos pressed into her two cavities under the weight of her own body.
“Ah!, Oh! Ooo! Oh my God!” she gasped as the dildos stretched her holes so very wide as they pressed further and further into her body.
The dildos, while being huge in diameter, were not excessively long; the one in her pussy was perhaps eight inches, while the one up her ass was somewhat longer – perhaps ten inches. Being of a nice flexible rubber the dildos took up the correct angles and flexed as they pushed all the way into the depths of Eve’s body. Finally her bottom coming down onto the seat of the chair, indicating that the monster cocks had stretched her to the maximum, and had forced their way right the way up her two cavities.
Eve sat there panting and, to tell the truth, feeling very pleased with herself as she sat there feeling stuffed full both up her pussy and up her backside.
This position seated on the stretching chair was only half of the fun. The men produced a high efficiency vacuum pump connected by tubes to two clear plastic suction cups which were about twice the size of Eve’s modestly proportioned breasts.
A smear of grease around the perimeter of her breasts helped establish the initial seal as the mechanism set up a low and regular pumping sound and the connecting tubes vibrated slightly.
It only took a minute before Eve began to feel the strange sensation in her breasts as the air was evacuated in the cups and her body’s own blood pressure began to swell her breasts.
The five men were all huddled around her watching her breasts intently, as was Eve watching with great interest herself.
“You can see them starting to swell now,” one of the men commented. The other men murmured their agreement as they continued to peer into the clear plastic cups at Eve’s now swelling breasts.
Brr..brr.brr.brr… the pump continued working.
Eve, her head pressed forward as she looked down and studied her ever swelling breasts with as much interest as the five men, commented that it made her feel decidedly strange.
“Wait until you see what we do with your nipples, once your tits can go no further,” one of the men laughed.
“What, what!” Eve exclaimed with undisguised excitement.
The men teased her more but wouldn’t explain further.
The rate of swelling in Eve’s breasts had now slowed up as the pump, having rapidly produced a vacuum in the cups, now worked to gradually increase the vacuum more and more.
After almost half an hour of pumping, Eve’s breasts had reached immense proportions relative to their normal size. They now in fact filled the entire cups and her nipples pressed into the removable caps which were situated at the apex of each plastic cup.
These two caps were now removed by the men and her nipples, which were normally relatively large but were now even more swollen, poked out allowing the men to quickly screw on two large and long containers. Already, Eve’s breasts were beginning to slightly decrease in size, however the operation of swapping the caps had been so rapid, and with the vacuum pump now working to evacuate the two new containers, they soon began to swell again and pressed up to once more fill the breast cups.
Eve now watched, along with the fascinated men, as her nipples began to swell and swell and swell to huge, unnatural, and obscene size, eventually attaining a length of some two inches and perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter.
“Oh my dear God!” Eve muttered for the twentieth time, so amazed and fascinated was she with the bizarre things the men were doing with her breasts.
Next, Eve was told to stand up and the men, one on either side of her, took her hands. She began to lift herself off the chair but the dildos were so large and firmly inserted up both pussy and ass that the chair lifted off the floor with her.
The men all laughed uproariously and Eve grinned and laughed along with them.
Sitting down again, Eve placed her hands down on the edges of the seat and again, slowly, began to lift herself off the seat. This time she felt the huge dildos slowly easing out of her two fuck holes, and heard the oozing slurp sound as they pulled out of her body.
Once off the two dildos she was made to bend over, and the men bending and squatting behind her, marvelled at the two huge, gaping chasms of her pussy and ass. She looked so fantastically used with her gaping holes and with her two fantastically stretched breasts with the bizarrely huge teats hanging down with the vacuum pump still working relentlessly on them.
One man smeared some of the grease remaining on the chair, onto his hand and almost immediately was able to work all four fingers into Eve’s pussy. A little more twisting and pushing and his thumb tucked in alongside his fingers in her juice oozing hole. Moments later, with a little pressure, and lots of sighing and lustful moans from Eve, his entire hand disappeared up into her vagina.
The man then began to slowly drag his hand out, stretching her hole obscenely.
In again, out again, in once more. Eve was moaning in delight at this treatment.
In the man’s hand plunged, easily now as her pussy stretched to accommodate this fist fucking.
Inside her body, the hand formed into a fist which the man slowly dragged out of Eve’s hole, stretching the flesh even further and coming out with an obscene slurping pop.
“I wonder if the fucking whore can take a fist up her ass,” another of the men mused.
Greasing up his hand, along with Eve’s already dildo stretched ass, he began by inserting three fingers in that opening.
Slowly, slowly Eve’s anus was stretched and stretched. Four fingers now were entering into her anal passage and twisting, turning, pumping all the time.
Tucking his thumb between his fingers, Eve’s ass was now made to take that extra digit. She moaned and groaned in an ecstasy of lust with the fist continually pumping and pumping in and out of her lusting and juice dribbling pussy, and the fingers beginning to be pressed, with some pressure, further into her ass so that eventually, with an extra shove, the skin around her anal hole stretched and stretched sensationally so that her asshole began to engulf the main knuckles of the man’s hand and moments later the entire hand entered her body and slid up into her intestinal canal.
“Oh my God!” Eve panted and gasped. It had hurt her but the pain was all a part of her lustful desire to be abused.
The two men then both dragged their clenched fists, in unison, from Eve’s body.
“Ah!, Oh!, Ooo!” Eve panted and moaned.
Soon the two fists were pumping and fucking into her two incredibly stretched holes. Vigorously. Rapidly. Squelching. Slurping.
Another of the men positioned himself before Eve’s head. She needed no encouragement and began sucking and licking and devouring his fabulous, gorgeous big, hard cock. The man grabbed a handful of Eve’s glossy, black hair and thrust her head down hard onto his lusting, rampant cock so that it plunged down her throat.
The automatic reaction of Eve’s body was to try to vomit the cock out. Her throat and stomach muscles heaved in a reaching action. Her eyes stared and tears ran down over her cheeks as she flailed about with her arms and slowly choked and suffocated.
The man had no care whatsoever for her well being, she was simply an object for him to fuck and abuse, and so her just kept vigorously fucking her mouth and throat.
The other men all laughed and cheered him on as he fucked and fucked, almost viciously now, down Eve’s throat. The two fist fucking her had not for a moment let up on their work as their fists continued to plunge into her, by now, fantastically gaping holes.
Eve, on the verge of losing consciousness, was saved by the man reaching his climax and pumping his semen deep down into Eve’s throat.
He then pulled his cock from her head and Eve gasping and choking, gulped mouthfuls of air into her lungs.
Eve soon recovered and continued to stand in her bending position while the two men continued on and on, fisting her pussy and ass, more and more vigorously and, in the case of her ass, deeper and deeper until the mans forearm was disappearing more than half of its length up into Eve’s intestinal passage.
“I thought that we were going to stretch the fucking bitch,” one of the men asked questioningly.
“Yes,” a couple of the others agreed, and there was general consensus about the next game for which they’d subject Eve to.
The men stripped Eve’s breasts of the vacuum equipment, and she stood there with breasts twice their normal size, and with obscenely distended nipples protruding out in front of her like a couple of pegs on which to hang hats or coats.
“What time do we need to get you home cunt?” one of the men asked Eve as he gave her face a couple of slaps.
Eve flinched and replied that her husband was on a twelve hour shift so there was plenty more time for them to use her. The man glanced at the clock and saw that they’d had her for just over three hours so he knew indeed that there was plenty of time yet for torturing and abusing this slut.
The men had prearranged this torture for Eve, and had earlier secured two heavy hooks into the ceiling.
Eve was told to hold out her hands for the men to fasten leather straps around her wrists; she willingly complied and stood there holding her arms out and watching as the men fastened the straps.
Next, ropes were secured to the straps and looped up over the hooks in the ceiling. That done, two men, one either side of Eve, easily lifted her small weight off the ground and up onto their shoulders while two others took up the slack in the ropes and tied the ends off also to Eve’s wrist straps.
Eve lurched a little as she balanced up on the men’s shoulders. She giggled and bade them to be careful and not let her fall. Any chance of her falling was only momentary though, as moments later the roped were secured and held her steady.
The two men holding her aloft then crouched slightly so that Eve’s weight was gently taken up onto the ropes so that she was left hanging in mid air suspended and hanging by her outstretched arms.
Eve felt the immediate ache of her arms and shoulders as she hung, some three or four feet off the floor, like a side of meat in an abattoir.
“How’s that,” one of the men asked with a laugh.
“Not too good,” Eve replied, pulling a face as her arms hurt her already.
The men quickly secured a spreader rod to Eve’s ankles, and once that was in place, hung several small sandbags over the bar.
The weight of the sandbags was enough to really strain Eve’s arms and wrench constantly at her shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. “A-rr,a-rr, a-rrh, she gasped and groaned in anguish.”
One of the men began to fist fuck her pussy as several more sandbags added to the weight dragging through Eve’s entire body.
Eve was panting and gasping with pain. “No more! no more! God, I can’t take this!” she gasped out a word at a time in a staccato fashion as she struggled to breath and take the awful pain that was driving viciously through her body, making her feel as if her arm, legs, indeed her entire body would disjoint and come to pieces.
Putting on a rubber glove, and taking a paste of chili powder which the men had earlier mixed, one of the men began smearing the burning paste over Eve’s still abnormally distended breasts so that she was soon screaming frantically and writhing and twisting with the ghastly pain which made her breasts feel as if they were on fire.
Eve’s frantic screaming filled the room. “Fuck!” the men exclaimed. “We’d better shut the fucking bitch up,” and they stuffed a large, red, plastic ball-gag in her mouth and tightly buckled the straps behind her neck.
Eve’s eyes were staring in a panic of terror, her head heaved from side to side, her body was lurching about to the small degree that her ropes and the substantial weight dragging on her body would allow.
The men took up the leather lashes and the man who had been constantly fist fucking Eve’s pussy now pulled his fist from her body with a loud slurping noise and stood well back.
The lashes began to strike viciously and savagely all over Eve’s horribly suffering body.
More and more, harder and harder the terrible biting lashes of the leather rained down upon the soft flesh until Eve’s head lolled forward in a completely senseless state.
The weight of the sandbags was removed and Eve’s limp body was unshackled and lowered to the floor. One of the men then easily lifted her small body and the other men followed in his wake as he took the still limp body and sat it in the shower recess.
The cold water poured over Eve for some half a minute before, with shuddering tremors she regained consciousness and simply broke out into uncontrollable crying and sobbing.
Eventually Eve regained her senses and was allowed to adjust the warmth of the water and spend some considerable time showering and washing as she tried, largely unsuccessfully, to ease the pain that still racked her body.
The men left Eve to her own devices while they retired from the bathroom to go and make coffee. They were still sitting around drinking and discussing the nights events when Eve finally appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel.
The men were relieved to find that, other than limping slightly, being red and puffy all over her body and literally covered in red stripes and abrasions, Eve seemed to have survived their sadistic onslaughts. She was soon divested of the towel and was kneeling on all fours as the men took turns in fucking the hole of their choice – either pussy, ass or mouth, and indeed in some cases alternating between all three.
Eve, in spite of the aching and extreme tenderness that she experienced, was soon gasping and panting lustfully as her own sensual sensations were driven higher and higher until she was madly gasping and moaning in the delights of almost continual orgasm, either sucking lovingly and deeply, or pumping her body in unison with the fucking motions of the men who were continually fucking her.
Finally the last of the men gushed his sperm into Eve’s body to add to that of the four men who had preceded him. Eve then slumped to the floor panting and sighing with delighted happiness.

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Sequel to Eve and the Peeping Tom

Several people commented on my story of “Eve and the Peeping Tom”, saying that I set the story up but didn’t have enough sex and abuse. Accordingly, I’ve written this story more or less as a continuation of my previous.
It will probably make better reading if you go to the first story before reading this one, however it is not necessary if you just wish to continue reading this one now that you’re here.
I’ll just once again warn that this story has extremely cruel and sadistic passages, so if you are going to be turned off by that sort of thing, stop now and look for something more playful.
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During the first few days after her meeting with the Peeping Tom and his friends, Eve was terrified that they would phone her while her husband was at home. This didn’t happen though, and after the first week had elapsed, she began to relax and settle back into the normal flow of life.
Indeed the second and third weeks also passed by without any word from the men who had used her so roughly and so crudely. Up until this point, Eve had been happy not to have heard from them, but towards the end of the fourth week, when she knew that her husband’s night shift was imminent, she began to have regrets that the men had seemingly treated the event as a once only occasion, and that it seemed she would never have any further such wild and debauched experiences.
Perhaps that was just as well too. She had needed to be so careful for her husband not to see the marks of the whips that had so decorated her body after that last session. She’d worn shirts buttoned up to her neck, long nighties at bedtime, she’d made sure the door was locked whenever she’d taken a shower, and had needed to feign a minor illness to keep her husband at bay until her bruises and abrasions had disappeared.
Eventually the day came around when her husband, Rob, was due to go once more onto night shift for a couple of days. There had been no further news of the Peeping Tom who had been active in the town, and Rob now felt less worried about leaving his wife alone for the couple of nights.
Eve, for her part, assured her husband that she would be safely inside the house with the windows closed and the doors locked.
That evening, as the time approached eight o’clock, Rob got himself ready to leave for work, and shortly later Eve was kissing him goodnight and watching the car drive away. She was about to close the front door and go back inside the house when it occurred to her that they hadn’t brought in the evening newspaper.
Lightly skipping down the path, Eve extricated the newspaper from where it was jammed in the gate, and as she did so she glanced each way along the road. A car was parked just a couple of doors along, and with a fright she saw Tom step out and begin walking towards her.
Eve was transfixed and stood waiting with a turmoil of mixed emotions racing through her brain.
“Is your husband back on night shift?” the man quietly asked as he came face to face with Eve.
“Yes,” Eve murmured, with feelings of sexual excitement now beginning to overwhelm her.
“Come and get in the car,” the man commanded, and Eve opened the gate and, newspaper still in hand, followed the man and got into his car with him.
“We’ve got everything ready and are all waiting for you,” the man laughed with a slight mocking tone as they drove away.
Eve was scared but also tremendously excited. It was so very, very wrong what she was doing, but she couldn’t help herself.
The journey took just a few minutes before they pulled into the driveway of a house. Eve and the pervert were just alighting from the car when the door of the house opened and the other two men, who she recognised from that torrid sex session of a month earlier, came to excitedly greet her.
All three men kissed her lovingly, their tongues slipping into her mouth and meeting Eve’s own tongue which responded with lustful love.
Being led into the house, Eve gasped to find two other men waiting for her. “We’ve got extra cocks for you this time,” Tom laughingly told her, then addressing the extra two men, he told them that “this is the fucking slut we told you about. She loves sucking cock and being fucked, and best of all the slut loves it rough.” To demonstrate this latter point Tom told Eve to lift her chin, then when she had done so he gave her a resounding slap across her face.
“You filthy fucking bitch,” he sneered at her as Eve gasped.
The blow had stung her face but Eve felt the same conflicting emotions of sexual lustfulness along with some element of fear.
“See, the fucking whore loves it,’ Tom laughed as Eve docilely stood before him, and he gave her a couple more playful slaps.
All five men were now stripping naked and Eve’s clothes were half taken off and half ripped from her body so that in just moments she was standing naked amidst the five men whose massive cocks were all hard and swaying out in front of their bodies.
Eve now began to be fucked and fucked and fucked, pussy, mouth and ass, with the five men constantly swapping positions because, with five of them, two were at any one time, missing out and were eager to get their cocks inside Eve’s body.
After some time of heaving Eve’s body this way and that, and fucking and mauling her all over, it was suggested that it was time to have a bit of fun hurting her. Accordingly, all five men took up short leather whips and, completely surrounding Eve, they began to viciously flog and lash her body.
Eve was soon howling and screaming. She could do nothing to protect herself, if she moved away from one sadist she was only moving in range of another, and if she turned from one lash it was only to face others.
The men flogged and thrashed her, urging each other on, and being urged on by Eve’s screaming and her obvious suffering.
The cruel leather whips bit and stung Eve’s soft, pale flesh, leaving glowing red welts all over her body. Soon her entire body was disfigured with fiery red stripes criss-crossing her ass, her belly, her breasts, and her thighs.
Eve’s screams were becoming frantic and uncontrollable as the horrendous and ghastly pain raged through her body. Her pretty little face was contorted with pain and the tears ran freely, running down her cheeks and adding to the men’s desire to cruelly hurt this soft, tender, and very lovely woman.
Eventually, but not before Eve had collapsed on the floor in a state of semi-consciousness, the flogging ceased and the men now fussed over her in order to restore her enough for the next onslaught of cruel, sadistic abuse.
Eve’s body was so sore and still stinging and aching as she was helped to her feet and had her face sponged with cold water and was given something to drink.
“We’re going to burn you next,” she was told as her wrists and ankles were all secured with leather straps securely wrapped several times around her limbs and fastened with sturdy buckles.
Her arms were first stretched out above her head and the straps secured to fastenings on the wall, then her legs were stretched wide apart and she was lifted into the air as these latter fastenings were attached to further fastenings on the side walls. She was now stretched out in a horizontal spread eagled position suspended in the air by her arms and legs.
The men then emptied out a bag of large, wax candles onto the floor and taking matches, began to light up two candles each.
Soon the hot flames were beginning to melt the wax of the candles so that the hot, molten wax pooled around the hot flame.
The guys waited until all candles were holding a good pool of the boiling wax. They surrounded Eve and carefully held their candles over her body, one directly above her small, round breasts, one over her belly, one right above her gaping and wet pussy, and the last two poised above the stretched out inner thighs of their victim.
Every area that the sadists aimed for with the boiling wax, was the softest and most tender places on Eve’s body.
The men were laughing and chuckling with glee, fully aware of the ghastly pain which Eve was about to experience.
“OK, ready,” one of the guys laughingly asked the others as he glanced around at their grinning countenances.
“One, two, three – burn you fucking bitch!” he cried happily and the ten large candles all tipped in unison, pouring the hot, searing wax onto Eve’s naked and helpless body.
The screams that Eve gave out were ear piercing and gave a good indication of the hideous pain that she was experiencing.
“Ha, ha! Listen to the fucking bitch!” one of the guys exclaimed with great delight. The others laughingly agreed and were thrilled at Eve’s frantic screeching and lurching about as she hung there suspended on the straps, her eyes wide and her her mouth wide open as her howls and shrieks pierced the air.
The men were laughing and filled with great satisfaction as they stood commenting on the extravagant reaction that they’d inspired in their victim.
Of course at the same time the men were all holding their candles upright again in order to let more of the cruel, burning wax pool about the hot flames.
The boiling, and burning, molten wax was soon being randomly dripped over Eve’s body, each time producing lurching struggles to get free, along with gasping, crying, howling, and always tearful, screams and shrieks of pain.
That horror for Eve, and pleasure for the men, continued until the candles were almost spent, and Eve’s body was caked with the now solidified wax.
Snuffing the candles out, the men took up a number or riding crops and beat the wax from Eve’s body until it was all gone and her flesh showed through red and blotchy from the burning of the hot wax. Looking at her, and remembering how soft and pale and tender her skin had appeared before they started work on her, the men felt very satisfied at the red and beaten look that Eve’s flesh had now taken on.
Soon Eve was ready for the next torment that the men had prepared for her. They brought out a simple timber chair that they had worked on and made a couple of significant additions to. Eve gasped when she saw what they had done. In the middle of the seat towards the front, the men had bored two holes and mounted two huge, fat, rubber dildos, strategically placed to line up with Eve’s vagina and anus when she was seated upon the chair.
“Oh my goodness!” Eve gasped, and protested that the dildos were way too large.
Her protests were ignored as one of the men smeared a liberal amount of grease, first on the dildos, and then on and in Eve’s pussy and ass.
Men stood either side of Eve, and each with a hand behind her back and the other under her thighs, lifted her up in a sitting position.
Holding her over the special chair, the men moved her into position so that the two dildos located into her two holes. They then slowly, and at the same time jostling her body slightly to aid penetration of the huge, fat dildos, released her weight so that she slowly sat down and the dildos pressed into her two cavities under the weight of her own body.
“Ah!, Oh! Ooo! Oh my God!” she gasped as the dildos stretched her holes so very wide as they pressed further and further into her body.
The dildos, while being huge in diameter, were not excessively long; the one in her pussy was perhaps eight inches, while the one up her ass was somewhat longer – perhaps ten inches. Being of a nice flexible rubber the dildos took up the correct angles and flexed as they pushed all the way into the depths of Eve’s body. Finally her bottom coming down onto the seat of the chair, indicating that the monster cocks had stretched her to the maximum, and had forced their way right the way up her two cavities.
Eve sat there panting and, to tell the truth, feeling very pleased with herself as she sat there feeling stuffed full both up her pussy and up her backside.
This position seated on the stretching chair was only half of the fun. The men produced a high efficiency vacuum pump connected by tubes to two clear plastic suction cups which were about twice the size of Eve’s modestly proportioned breasts.
A smear of grease around the perimeter of her breasts helped establish the initial seal as the mechanism set up a low and regular pumping sound and the connecting tubes vibrated slightly.
It only took a minute before Eve began to feel the strange sensation in her breasts as the air was evacuated in the cups and her body’s own blood pressure began to swell her breasts.
The five men were all huddled around her watching her breasts intently, as was Eve watching with great interest herself.
“You can see them starting to swell now,” one of the men commented. The other men murmured their agreement as they continued to peer into the clear plastic cups at Eve’s now swelling breasts.
Brr..brr.brr.brr… the pump continued working.
Eve, her head pressed forward as she looked down and studied her ever swelling breasts with as much interest as the five men, commented that it made her feel decidedly strange.
“Wait until you see what we do with your nipples, once your tits can go no further,” one of the men laughed.
“What, what!” Eve exclaimed with undisguised excitement.
The men teased her more but wouldn’t explain further.
The rate of swelling in Eve’s breasts had now slowed up as the pump, having rapidly produced a vacuum in the cups, now worked to gradually increase the vacuum more and more.
After almost half an hour of pumping, Eve’s breasts had reached immense proportions relative to their normal size. They now in fact filled the entire cups and her nipples pressed into the removable caps which were situated at the apex of each plastic cup.
These two caps were now removed by the men and her nipples, which were normally relatively large but were now even more swollen, poked out allowing the men to quickly screw on two large and long containers. Already, Eve’s breasts were beginning to slightly decrease in size, however the operation of swapping the caps had been so rapid, and with the vacuum pump now working to evacuate the two new containers, they soon began to swell again and pressed up to once more fill the breast cups.
Eve now watched, along with the fascinated men, as her nipples began to swell and swell and swell to huge, unnatural, and obscene size, eventually attaining a length of some two inches and perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter.
“Oh my dear God!” Eve muttered for the twentieth time, so amazed and fascinated was she with the bizarre things the men were doing with her breasts.
Next, Eve was told to stand up and the men, one on either side of her, took her hands. She began to lift herself off the chair but the dildos were so large and firmly inserted up both pussy and ass that the chair lifted off the floor with her.
The men all laughed uproariously and Eve grinned and laughed along with them.
Sitting down again, Eve placed her hands down on the edges of the seat and again, slowly, began to lift herself off the seat. This time she felt the huge dildos slowly easing out of her two fuck holes, and heard the oozing slurp sound as they pulled out of her body.
Once off the two dildos she was made to bend over, and the men bending and squatting behind her, marvelled at the two huge, gaping chasms of her pussy and ass. She looked so fantastically used with her gaping holes and with her two fantastically stretched breasts with the bizarrely huge teats hanging down with the vacuum pump still working relentlessly on them.
One man smeared some of the grease remaining on the chair, onto his hand and almost immediately was able to work all four fingers into Eve’s pussy. A little more twisting and pushing and his thumb tucked in alongside his fingers in her juice oozing hole. Moments later, with a little pressure, and lots of sighing and lustful moans from Eve, his entire hand disappeared up into her vagina.
The man then began to slowly drag his hand out, stretching her hole obscenely.
In again, out again, in once more. Eve was moaning in delight at this treatment.
In the man’s hand plunged, easily now as her pussy stretched to accommodate this fist fucking.
Inside her body, the hand formed into a fist which the man slowly dragged out of Eve’s hole, stretching the flesh even further and coming out with an obscene slurping pop.
“I wonder if the fucking whore can take a fist up her ass,” another of the men mused.
Greasing up his hand, along with Eve’s already dildo stretched ass, he began by inserting three fingers in that opening.
Slowly, slowly Eve’s anus was stretched and stretched. Four fingers now were entering into her anal passage and twisting, turning, pumping all the time.
Tucking his thumb between his fingers, Eve’s ass was now made to take that extra digit. She moaned and groaned in an ecstasy of lust with the fist continually pumping and pumping in and out of her lusting and juice dribbling pussy, and the fingers beginning to be pressed, with some pressure, further into her ass so that eventually, with an extra shove, the skin around her anal hole stretched and stretched sensationally so that her asshole began to engulf the main knuckles of the man’s hand and moments later the entire hand entered her body and slid up into her intestinal canal.
“Oh my God!” Eve panted and gasped. It had hurt her but the pain was all a part of her lustful desire to be abused.
The two men then both dragged their clenched fists, in unison, from Eve’s body.
“Ah!, Oh!, Ooo!” Eve panted and moaned.
Soon the two fists were pumping and fucking into her two incredibly stretched holes. Vigorously. Rapidly. Squelching. Slurping.
Another of the men positioned himself before Eve’s head. She needed no encouragement and began sucking and licking and devouring his fabulous, gorgeous big, hard cock. The man grabbed a handful of Eve’s glossy, black hair and thrust her head down hard onto his lusting, rampant cock so that it plunged down her throat.
The automatic reaction of Eve’s body was to try to vomit the cock out. Her throat and stomach muscles heaved in a reaching action. Her eyes stared and tears ran down over her cheeks as she flailed about with her arms and slowly choked and suffocated.
The man had no care whatsoever for her well being, she was simply an object for him to fuck and abuse, and so her just kept vigorously fucking her mouth and throat.
The other men all laughed and cheered him on as he fucked and fucked, almost viciously now, down Eve’s throat. The two fist fucking her had not for a moment let up on their work as their fists continued to plunge into her, by now, fantastically gaping holes.
Eve, on the verge of losing consciousness, was saved by the man reaching his climax and pumping his semen deep down into Eve’s throat.
He then pulled his cock from her head and Eve gasping and choking, gulped mouthfuls of air into her lungs.
Eve soon recovered and continued to stand in her bending position while the two men continued on and on, fisting her pussy and ass, more and more vigorously and, in the case of her ass, deeper and deeper until the mans forearm was disappearing more than half of its length up into Eve’s intestinal passage.
“I thought that we were going to stretch the fucking bitch,” one of the men asked questioningly.
“Yes,” a couple of the others agreed, and there was general consensus about the next game for which they’d subject Eve to.
The men stripped Eve’s breasts of the vacuum equipment, and she stood there with breasts twice their normal size, and with obscenely distended nipples protruding out in front of her like a couple of pegs on which to hang hats or coats.
“What time do we need to get you home cunt?” one of the men asked Eve as he gave her face a couple of slaps.
Eve flinched and replied that her husband was on a twelve hour shift so there was plenty more time for them to use her. The man glanced at the clock and saw that they’d had her for just over three hours so he knew indeed that there was plenty of time yet for torturing and abusing this slut.
The men had prearranged this torture for Eve, and had earlier secured two heavy hooks into the ceiling.
Eve was told to hold out her hands for the men to fasten leather straps around her wrists; she willingly complied and stood there holding her arms out and watching as the men fastened the straps.
Next, ropes were secured to the straps and looped up over the hooks in the ceiling. That done, two men, one either side of Eve, easily lifted her small weight off the ground and up onto their shoulders while two others took up the slack in the ropes and tied the ends off also to Eve’s wrist straps.
Eve lurched a little as she balanced up on the men’s shoulders. She giggled and bade them to be careful and not let her fall. Any chance of her falling was only momentary though, as moments later the roped were secured and held her steady.
The two men holding her aloft then crouched slightly so that Eve’s weight was gently taken up onto the ropes so that she was left hanging in mid air suspended and hanging by her outstretched arms.
Eve felt the immediate ache of her arms and shoulders as she hung, some three or four feet off the floor, like a side of meat in an abattoir.
“How’s that,” one of the men asked with a laugh.
“Not too good,” Eve replied, pulling a face as her arms hurt her already.
The men quickly secured a spreader rod to Eve’s ankles, and once that was in place, hung several small sandbags over the bar.
The weight of the sandbags was enough to really strain Eve’s arms and wrench constantly at her shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. “A-rr,a-rr, a-rrh, she gasped and groaned in anguish.”
One of the men began to fist fuck her pussy as several more sandbags added to the weight dragging through Eve’s entire body.
Eve was panting and gasping with pain. “No more! no more! God, I can’t take this!” she gasped out a word at a time in a staccato fashion as she struggled to breath and take the awful pain that was driving viciously through her body, making her feel as if her arm, legs, indeed her entire body would disjoint and come to pieces.
Putting on a rubber glove, and taking a paste of chili powder which the men had earlier mixed, one of the men began smearing the burning paste over Eve’s still abnormally distended breasts so that she was soon screaming frantically and writhing and twisting with the ghastly pain which made her breasts feel as if they were on fire.
Eve’s frantic screaming filled the room. “Fuck!” the men exclaimed. “We’d better shut the fucking bitch up,” and they stuffed a large, red, plastic ball-gag in her mouth and tightly buckled the straps behind her neck.
Eve’s eyes were staring in a panic of terror, her head heaved from side to side, her body was lurching about to the small degree that her ropes and the substantial weight dragging on her body would allow.
The men took up the leather lashes and the man who had been constantly fist fucking Eve’s pussy now pulled his fist from her body with a loud slurping noise and stood well back.
The lashes began to strike viciously and savagely all over Eve’s horribly suffering body.
More and more, harder and harder the terrible biting lashes of the leather rained down upon the soft flesh until Eve’s head lolled forward in a completely senseless state.
The weight of the sandbags was removed and Eve’s limp body was unshackled and lowered to the floor. One of the men then easily lifted her small body and the other men followed in his wake as he took the still limp body and sat it in the shower recess.
The cold water poured over Eve for some half a minute before, with shuddering tremors she regained consciousness and simply broke out into uncontrollable crying and sobbing.
Eventually Eve regained her senses and was allowed to adjust the warmth of the water and spend some considerable time showering and washing as she tried, largely unsuccessfully, to ease the pain that still racked her body.
The men left Eve to her own devices while they retired from the bathroom to go and make coffee. They were still sitting around drinking and discussing the nights events when Eve finally appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel.
The men were relieved to find that, other than limping slightly, being red and puffy all over her body and literally covered in red stripes and abrasions, Eve seemed to have survived their sadistic onslaughts. She was soon divested of the towel and was kneeling on all fours as the men took turns in fucking the hole of their choice – either pussy, ass or mouth, and indeed in some cases alternating between all three.
Eve, in spite of the aching and extreme tenderness that she experienced, was soon gasping and panting lustfully as her own sensual sensations were driven higher and higher until she was madly gasping and moaning in the delights of almost continual orgasm, either sucking lovingly and deeply, or pumping her body in unison with the fucking motions of the men who were continually fucking her.
Finally the last of the men gushed his sperm into Eve’s body to add to that of the four men who had preceded him. Eve then slumped to the floor panting and sighing with delighted happiness.

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Sequel to Eve and the Peeping Tom

Several people commented on my story of “Eve and the Peeping Tom”, saying that I set the story up but didn’t have enough sex and abuse. Accordingly, I’ve written this story more or less as a continuation of my previous.
It will probably make better reading if you go to the first story before reading this one, however it is not necessary if you just wish to continue reading this one now that you’re here.
I’ll just once again warn that this story has extremely cruel and sadistic passages, so if you are going to be turned off by that sort of thing, stop now and look for something more playful.
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During the first few days after her meeting with the Peeping Tom and his friends, Eve was terrified that they would phone her while her husband was at home. This didn’t happen though, and after the first week had elapsed, she began to relax and settle back into the normal flow of life.
Indeed the second and third weeks also passed by without any word from the men who had used her so roughly and so crudely. Up until this point, Eve had been happy not to have heard from them, but towards the end of the fourth week, when she knew that her husband’s night shift was imminent, she began to have regrets that the men had seemingly treated the event as a once only occasion, and that it seemed she would never have any further such wild and debauched experiences.
Perhaps that was just as well too. She had needed to be so careful for her husband not to see the marks of the whips that had so decorated her body after that last session. She’d worn shirts buttoned up to her neck, long nighties at bedtime, she’d made sure the door was locked whenever she’d taken a shower, and had needed to feign a minor illness to keep her husband at bay until her bruises and abrasions had disappeared.
Eventually the day came around when her husband, Rob, was due to go once more onto night shift for a couple of days. There had been no further news of the Peeping Tom who had been active in the town, and Rob now felt less worried about leaving his wife alone for the couple of nights.
Eve, for her part, assured her husband that she would be safely inside the house with the windows closed and the doors locked.
That evening, as the time approached eight o’clock, Rob got himself ready to leave for work, and shortly later Eve was kissing him goodnight and watching the car drive away. She was about to close the front door and go back inside the house when it occurred to her that they hadn’t brought in the evening newspaper.
Lightly skipping down the path, Eve extricated the newspaper from where it was jammed in the gate, and as she did so she glanced each way along the road. A car was parked just a couple of doors along, and with a fright she saw Tom step out and begin walking towards her.
Eve was transfixed and stood waiting with a turmoil of mixed emotions racing through her brain.
“Is your husband back on night shift?” the man quietly asked as he came face to face with Eve.
“Yes,” Eve murmured, with feelings of sexual excitement now beginning to overwhelm her.
“Come and get in the car,” the man commanded, and Eve opened the gate and, newspaper still in hand, followed the man and got into his car with him.
“We’ve got everything ready and are all waiting for you,” the man laughed with a slight mocking tone as they drove away.
Eve was scared but also tremendously excited. It was so very, very wrong what she was doing, but she couldn’t help herself.
The journey took just a few minutes before they pulled into the driveway of a house. Eve and the pervert were just alighting from the car when the door of the house opened and the other two men, who she recognised from that torrid sex session of a month earlier, came to excitedly greet her.
All three men kissed her lovingly, their tongues slipping into her mouth and meeting Eve’s own tongue which responded with lustful love.
Being led into the house, Eve gasped to find two other men waiting for her. “We’ve got extra cocks for you this time,” Tom laughingly told her, then addressing the extra two men, he told them that “this is the fucking slut we told you about. She loves sucking cock and being fucked, and best of all the slut loves it rough.” To demonstrate this latter point Tom told Eve to lift her chin, then when she had done so he gave her a resounding slap across her face.
“You filthy fucking bitch,” he sneered at her as Eve gasped.
The blow had stung her face but Eve felt the same conflicting emotions of sexual lustfulness along with some element of fear.
“See, the fucking whore loves it,’ Tom laughed as Eve docilely stood before him, and he gave her a couple more playful slaps.
All five men were now stripping naked and Eve’s clothes were half taken off and half ripped from her body so that in just moments she was standing naked amidst the five men whose massive cocks were all hard and swaying out in front of their bodies.
Eve now began to be fucked and fucked and fucked, pussy, mouth and ass, with the five men constantly swapping positions because, with five of them, two were at any one time, missing out and were eager to get their cocks inside Eve’s body.
After some time of heaving Eve’s body this way and that, and fucking and mauling her all over, it was suggested that it was time to have a bit of fun hurting her. Accordingly, all five men took up short leather whips and, completely surrounding Eve, they began to viciously flog and lash her body.
Eve was soon howling and screaming. She could do nothing to protect herself, if she moved away from one sadist she was only moving in range of another, and if she turned from one lash it was only to face others.
The men flogged and thrashed her, urging each other on, and being urged on by Eve’s screaming and her obvious suffering.
The cruel leather whips bit and stung Eve’s soft, pale flesh, leaving glowing red welts all over her body. Soon her entire body was disfigured with fiery red stripes criss-crossing her ass, her belly, her breasts, and her thighs.
Eve’s screams were becoming frantic and uncontrollable as the horrendous and ghastly pain raged through her body. Her pretty little face was contorted with pain and the tears ran freely, running down her cheeks and adding to the men’s desire to cruelly hurt this soft, tender, and very lovely woman.
Eventually, but not before Eve had collapsed on the floor in a state of semi-consciousness, the flogging ceased and the men now fussed over her in order to restore her enough for the next onslaught of cruel, sadistic abuse.
Eve’s body was so sore and still stinging and aching as she was helped to her feet and had her face sponged with cold water and was given something to drink.
“We’re going to burn you next,” she was told as her wrists and ankles were all secured with leather straps securely wrapped several times around her limbs and fastened with sturdy buckles.
Her arms were first stretched out above her head and the straps secured to fastenings on the wall, then her legs were stretched wide apart and she was lifted into the air as these latter fastenings were attached to further fastenings on the side walls. She was now stretched out in a horizontal spread eagled position suspended in the air by her arms and legs.
The men then emptied out a bag of large, wax candles onto the floor and taking matches, began to light up two candles each.
Soon the hot flames were beginning to melt the wax of the candles so that the hot, molten wax pooled around the hot flame.
The guys waited until all candles were holding a good pool of the boiling wax. They surrounded Eve and carefully held their candles over her body, one directly above her small, round breasts, one over her belly, one right above her gaping and wet pussy, and the last two poised above the stretched out inner thighs of their victim.
Every area that the sadists aimed for with the boiling wax, was the softest and most tender places on Eve’s body.
The men were laughing and chuckling with glee, fully aware of the ghastly pain which Eve was about to experience.
“OK, ready,” one of the guys laughingly asked the others as he glanced around at their grinning countenances.
“One, two, three – burn you fucking bitch!” he cried happily and the ten large candles all tipped in unison, pouring the hot, searing wax onto Eve’s naked and helpless body.
The screams that Eve gave out were ear piercing and gave a good indication of the hideous pain that she was experiencing.
“Ha, ha! Listen to the fucking bitch!” one of the guys exclaimed with great delight. The others laughingly agreed and were thrilled at Eve’s frantic screeching and lurching about as she hung there suspended on the straps, her eyes wide and her her mouth wide open as her howls and shrieks pierced the air.
The men were laughing and filled with great satisfaction as they stood commenting on the extravagant reaction that they’d inspired in their victim.
Of course at the same time the men were all holding their candles upright again in order to let more of the cruel, burning wax pool about the hot flames.
The boiling, and burning, molten wax was soon being randomly dripped over Eve’s body, each time producing lurching struggles to get free, along with gasping, crying, howling, and always tearful, screams and shrieks of pain.
That horror for Eve, and pleasure for the men, continued until the candles were almost spent, and Eve’s body was caked with the now solidified wax.
Snuffing the candles out, the men took up a number or riding crops and beat the wax from Eve’s body until it was all gone and her flesh showed through red and blotchy from the burning of the hot wax. Looking at her, and remembering how soft and pale and tender her skin had appeared before they started work on her, the men felt very satisfied at the red and beaten look that Eve’s flesh had now taken on.
Soon Eve was ready for the next torment that the men had prepared for her. They brought out a simple timber chair that they had worked on and made a couple of significant additions to. Eve gasped when she saw what they had done. In the middle of the seat towards the front, the men had bored two holes and mounted two huge, fat, rubber dildos, strategically placed to line up with Eve’s vagina and anus when she was seated upon the chair.
“Oh my goodness!” Eve gasped, and protested that the dildos were way too large.
Her protests were ignored as one of the men smeared a liberal amount of grease, first on the dildos, and then on and in Eve’s pussy and ass.
Men stood either side of Eve, and each with a hand behind her back and the other under her thighs, lifted her up in a sitting position.
Holding her over the special chair, the men moved her into position so that the two dildos located into her two holes. They then slowly, and at the same time jostling her body slightly to aid penetration of the huge, fat dildos, released her weight so that she slowly sat down and the dildos pressed into her two cavities under the weight of her own body.
“Ah!, Oh! Ooo! Oh my God!” she gasped as the dildos stretched her holes so very wide as they pressed further and further into her body.
The dildos, while being huge in diameter, were not excessively long; the one in her pussy was perhaps eight inches, while the one up her ass was somewhat longer – perhaps ten inches. Being of a nice flexible rubber the dildos took up the correct angles and flexed as they pushed all the way into the depths of Eve’s body. Finally her bottom coming down onto the seat of the chair, indicating that the monster cocks had stretched her to the maximum, and had forced their way right the way up her two cavities.
Eve sat there panting and, to tell the truth, feeling very pleased with herself as she sat there feeling stuffed full both up her pussy and up her backside.
This position seated on the stretching chair was only half of the fun. The men produced a high efficiency vacuum pump connected by tubes to two clear plastic suction cups which were about twice the size of Eve’s modestly proportioned breasts.
A smear of grease around the perimeter of her breasts helped establish the initial seal as the mechanism set up a low and regular pumping sound and the connecting tubes vibrated slightly.
It only took a minute before Eve began to feel the strange sensation in her breasts as the air was evacuated in the cups and her body’s own blood pressure began to swell her breasts.
The five men were all huddled around her watching her breasts intently, as was Eve watching with great interest herself.
“You can see them starting to swell now,” one of the men commented. The other men murmured their agreement as they continued to peer into the clear plastic cups at Eve’s now swelling breasts.
Brr..brr.brr.brr… the pump continued working.
Eve, her head pressed forward as she looked down and studied her ever swelling breasts with as much interest as the five men, commented that it made her feel decidedly strange.
“Wait until you see what we do with your nipples, once your tits can go no further,” one of the men laughed.
“What, what!” Eve exclaimed with undisguised excitement.
The men teased her more but wouldn’t explain further.
The rate of swelling in Eve’s breasts had now slowed up as the pump, having rapidly produced a vacuum in the cups, now worked to gradually increase the vacuum more and more.
After almost half an hour of pumping, Eve’s breasts had reached immense proportions relative to their normal size. They now in fact filled the entire cups and her nipples pressed into the removable caps which were situated at the apex of each plastic cup.
These two caps were now removed by the men and her nipples, which were normally relatively large but were now even more swollen, poked out allowing the men to quickly screw on two large and long containers. Already, Eve’s breasts were beginning to slightly decrease in size, however the operation of swapping the caps had been so rapid, and with the vacuum pump now working to evacuate the two new containers, they soon began to swell again and pressed up to once more fill the breast cups.
Eve now watched, along with the fascinated men, as her nipples began to swell and swell and swell to huge, unnatural, and obscene size, eventually attaining a length of some two inches and perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter.
“Oh my dear God!” Eve muttered for the twentieth time, so amazed and fascinated was she with the bizarre things the men were doing with her breasts.
Next, Eve was told to stand up and the men, one on either side of her, took her hands. She began to lift herself off the chair but the dildos were so large and firmly inserted up both pussy and ass that the chair lifted off the floor with her.
The men all laughed uproariously and Eve grinned and laughed along with them.
Sitting down again, Eve placed her hands down on the edges of the seat and again, slowly, began to lift herself off the seat. This time she felt the huge dildos slowly easing out of her two fuck holes, and heard the oozing slurp sound as they pulled out of her body.
Once off the two dildos she was made to bend over, and the men bending and squatting behind her, marvelled at the two huge, gaping chasms of her pussy and ass. She looked so fantastically used with her gaping holes and with her two fantastically stretched breasts with the bizarrely huge teats hanging down with the vacuum pump still working relentlessly on them.
One man smeared some of the grease remaining on the chair, onto his hand and almost immediately was able to work all four fingers into Eve’s pussy. A little more twisting and pushing and his thumb tucked in alongside his fingers in her juice oozing hole. Moments later, with a little pressure, and lots of sighing and lustful moans from Eve, his entire hand disappeared up into her vagina.
The man then began to slowly drag his hand out, stretching her hole obscenely.
In again, out again, in once more. Eve was moaning in delight at this treatment.
In the man’s hand plunged, easily now as her pussy stretched to accommodate this fist fucking.
Inside her body, the hand formed into a fist which the man slowly dragged out of Eve’s hole, stretching the flesh even further and coming out with an obscene slurping pop.
“I wonder if the fucking whore can take a fist up her ass,” another of the men mused.
Greasing up his hand, along with Eve’s already dildo stretched ass, he began by inserting three fingers in that opening.
Slowly, slowly Eve’s anus was stretched and stretched. Four fingers now were entering into her anal passage and twisting, turning, pumping all the time.
Tucking his thumb between his fingers, Eve’s ass was now made to take that extra digit. She moaned and groaned in an ecstasy of lust with the fist continually pumping and pumping in and out of her lusting and juice dribbling pussy, and the fingers beginning to be pressed, with some pressure, further into her ass so that eventually, with an extra shove, the skin around her anal hole stretched and stretched sensationally so that her asshole began to engulf the main knuckles of the man’s hand and moments later the entire hand entered her body and slid up into her intestinal canal.
“Oh my God!” Eve panted and gasped. It had hurt her but the pain was all a part of her lustful desire to be abused.
The two men then both dragged their clenched fists, in unison, from Eve’s body.
“Ah!, Oh!, Ooo!” Eve panted and moaned.
Soon the two fists were pumping and fucking into her two incredibly stretched holes. Vigorously. Rapidly. Squelching. Slurping.
Another of the men positioned himself before Eve’s head. She needed no encouragement and began sucking and licking and devouring his fabulous, gorgeous big, hard cock. The man grabbed a handful of Eve’s glossy, black hair and thrust her head down hard onto his lusting, rampant cock so that it plunged down her throat.
The automatic reaction of Eve’s body was to try to vomit the cock out. Her throat and stomach muscles heaved in a reaching action. Her eyes stared and tears ran down over her cheeks as she flailed about with her arms and slowly choked and suffocated.
The man had no care whatsoever for her well being, she was simply an object for him to fuck and abuse, and so her just kept vigorously fucking her mouth and throat.
The other men all laughed and cheered him on as he fucked and fucked, almost viciously now, down Eve’s throat. The two fist fucking her had not for a moment let up on their work as their fists continued to plunge into her, by now, fantastically gaping holes.
Eve, on the verge of losing consciousness, was saved by the man reaching his climax and pumping his semen deep down into Eve’s throat.
He then pulled his cock from her head and Eve gasping and choking, gulped mouthfuls of air into her lungs.
Eve soon recovered and continued to stand in her bending position while the two men continued on and on, fisting her pussy and ass, more and more vigorously and, in the case of her ass, deeper and deeper until the mans forearm was disappearing more than half of its length up into Eve’s intestinal passage.
“I thought that we were going to stretch the fucking bitch,” one of the men asked questioningly.
“Yes,” a couple of the others agreed, and there was general consensus about the next game for which they’d subject Eve to.
The men stripped Eve’s breasts of the vacuum equipment, and she stood there with breasts twice their normal size, and with obscenely distended nipples protruding out in front of her like a couple of pegs on which to hang hats or coats.
“What time do we need to get you home cunt?” one of the men asked Eve as he gave her face a couple of slaps.
Eve flinched and replied that her husband was on a twelve hour shift so there was plenty more time for them to use her. The man glanced at the clock and saw that they’d had her for just over three hours so he knew indeed that there was plenty of time yet for torturing and abusing this slut.
The men had prearranged this torture for Eve, and had earlier secured two heavy hooks into the ceiling.
Eve was told to hold out her hands for the men to fasten leather straps around her wrists; she willingly complied and stood there holding her arms out and watching as the men fastened the straps.
Next, ropes were secured to the straps and looped up over the hooks in the ceiling. That done, two men, one either side of Eve, easily lifted her small weight off the ground and up onto their shoulders while two others took up the slack in the ropes and tied the ends off also to Eve’s wrist straps.
Eve lurched a little as she balanced up on the men’s shoulders. She giggled and bade them to be careful and not let her fall. Any chance of her falling was only momentary though, as moments later the roped were secured and held her steady.
The two men holding her aloft then crouched slightly so that Eve’s weight was gently taken up onto the ropes so that she was left hanging in mid air suspended and hanging by her outstretched arms.
Eve felt the immediate ache of her arms and shoulders as she hung, some three or four feet off the floor, like a side of meat in an abattoir.
“How’s that,” one of the men asked with a laugh.
“Not too good,” Eve replied, pulling a face as her arms hurt her already.
The men quickly secured a spreader rod to Eve’s ankles, and once that was in place, hung several small sandbags over the bar.
The weight of the sandbags was enough to really strain Eve’s arms and wrench constantly at her shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. “A-rr,a-rr, a-rrh, she gasped and groaned in anguish.”
One of the men began to fist fuck her pussy as several more sandbags added to the weight dragging through Eve’s entire body.
Eve was panting and gasping with pain. “No more! no more! God, I can’t take this!” she gasped out a word at a time in a staccato fashion as she struggled to breath and take the awful pain that was driving viciously through her body, making her feel as if her arm, legs, indeed her entire body would disjoint and come to pieces.
Putting on a rubber glove, and taking a paste of chili powder which the men had earlier mixed, one of the men began smearing the burning paste over Eve’s still abnormally distended breasts so that she was soon screaming frantically and writhing and twisting with the ghastly pain which made her breasts feel as if they were on fire.
Eve’s frantic screaming filled the room. “Fuck!” the men exclaimed. “We’d better shut the fucking bitch up,” and they stuffed a large, red, plastic ball-gag in her mouth and tightly buckled the straps behind her neck.
Eve’s eyes were staring in a panic of terror, her head heaved from side to side, her body was lurching about to the small degree that her ropes and the substantial weight dragging on her body would allow.
The men took up the leather lashes and the man who had been constantly fist fucking Eve’s pussy now pulled his fist from her body with a loud slurping noise and stood well back.
The lashes began to strike viciously and savagely all over Eve’s horribly suffering body.
More and more, harder and harder the terrible biting lashes of the leather rained down upon the soft flesh until Eve’s head lolled forward in a completely senseless state.
The weight of the sandbags was removed and Eve’s limp body was unshackled and lowered to the floor. One of the men then easily lifted her small body and the other men followed in his wake as he took the still limp body and sat it in the shower recess.
The cold water poured over Eve for some half a minute before, with shuddering tremors she regained consciousness and simply broke out into uncontrollable crying and sobbing.
Eventually Eve regained her senses and was allowed to adjust the warmth of the water and spend some considerable time showering and washing as she tried, largely unsuccessfully, to ease the pain that still racked her body.
The men left Eve to her own devices while they retired from the bathroom to go and make coffee. They were still sitting around drinking and discussing the nights events when Eve finally appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel.
The men were relieved to find that, other than limping slightly, being red and puffy all over her body and literally covered in red stripes and abrasions, Eve seemed to have survived their sadistic onslaughts. She was soon divested of the towel and was kneeling on all fours as the men took turns in fucking the hole of their choice – either pussy, ass or mouth, and indeed in some cases alternating between all three.
Eve, in spite of the aching and extreme tenderness that she experienced, was soon gasping and panting lustfully as her own sensual sensations were driven higher and higher until she was madly gasping and moaning in the delights of almost continual orgasm, either sucking lovingly and deeply, or pumping her body in unison with the fucking motions of the men who were continually fucking her.
Finally the last of the men gushed his sperm into Eve’s body to add to that of the four men who had preceded him. Eve then slumped to the floor panting and sighing with delighted happiness.

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