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The Kennel Master Part 2

More, very dark, taboo, nonconsensual stuff – DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’t ENJOY THIS SORT OF THING. It is not my intention to upset or offend anyone.

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Katy’s Late Night Project

Katy’s Late Night Project
By rutger5 (An Original Story 2011)
Katy looked down at her phone as it vibrated on her desk. Her well manicured finger pushed a button and she saw that it was her friend Anne answering her text message. At least she wasn’t calling, where not only would Katy be forced to stop her working but to also argue with Anne about her plans for tonight.
[ What a surprise. Cancelling plans yet again to work late. You, my friend, need to get out some and spend time with people and Mark told me some of his cute friends would be there. Your loss Katy. Call me when you can and for God’s sake don’t work all night this time.]
Katy knew Anne was right to a point and she had been looking forward to going out dancing for a change but when her boss Gary came to her desperate to get the project done she had agreed to do whatever was required. The fact that he was the most gorgeous man on the planet and he had the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen always made it hard to turn him down. Plus the fact that he was in line for a promotion and hopefully would reward those who had helped him get it was also a factor in her thinking.
Her ex Phil had been jealous of Gary she knew although that had been her fault for confessing once while drunk how attractive she found him. But he was married with two beautiful little girls she protested futilely but Phil didn’t want to hear it. That was only one factor in their breakup and in reality it was fun while it lasted but they never had a real future together. Be that as it may since they split four months ago Katy was no longer getting sex on a regular basis. One reason she had stayed with Phil as long as she did was the fact that Katy was a sexual person and she knew with her work schedule as it was that there wasn’t the time to date and find someone suitable for such things. Her vibrator had certainly picked up the slack but it wasn’t the same as a warm body next to you, nor could it laugh at your jokes or cheer you up when something went wrong.
Stop wasting time moping about things she thought to herself or you will be here all night with nothing to show for it. She started working earnestly now, compiling the various statistics and findings from a variety of material in order to make the case that Gary would be bringing to the board for approval. Katy worked nonstop for a couple of hours and had made great headway when her stomach growled sending her a message that now was the time to take a break and get something to eat.
She opened her top desk drawer and removed a number of take out menus from previous late nights. What did she feel like tonight? She immediately decided that Thai and Chinese food were out and she really didn’t feel like pizza. But the pizza place did make a nice Caesar salad and with some buffalo wings it was a nice combo. She called and placed her order for delivery and gave her cell number as a contact before resuming what work she could manage before the food arrived.
Some more work was accomplished before her phone rang indicating the food was there. She grabbed her purse and headed out to the elevators. When she arrived in the lobby a scruffy looking individual was waiting there with her order. Katy didn’t like the look of him or how he stared at her like he wanted to eat her but she paid him, including a nice tip, and headed to the elevator with her delivery. She wondered why there was no concierge in the lobby like usual but she figured he must have been using the restroom or something. She looked back as the doors opened and noticed the deliveryman watching her while licking his lips. Katy shuddered when she got on the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief as the doors closed.
Once she got back to her cubicle she ate the salad first before digging into the wings. She dipped them in the sour cream sauce and felt a twinge of guilt because she’d been working so hard lately that her trips to the gym had become infrequent at best. Still she knew she was in good shape in spite of that. Until graduating high school she’d been a member of the gymnastics team and though her skill wasn’t good enough for the college team she had continued doing it some with running and other activities to stay in great shape. Since college she had slacked off a bit while still exercising regularly and at twenty five her metabolism was still fast enough that she could indulge on occasion. Her dinner was just about finished when Esperanza, the cleaning woman, made her appearance.
“Senorita you are here late again. You are always working, you are young and should be out having fun” she told her.
“Well what about you Esperanza, you’re working as well so who are you to talk.”
“Yes but my job is to work nights, but you work day and night. Also I am married and have found my love unlike you.”
“They’ll be time for that once I get ahead at the job. The work I do now will pay off in the future” Katy said defensively.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you. It is just that people work so hard to get the corner office that they can forget the little things in life are the real joy. Like time with my children – that is worth more to me than all the money in the world. But I’m sorry for bothering you.”
“No I’m sorry also and I know you mean well. Believe me my friends tell me the same thing. Hopefully I’ll be out of here in a little while.”
The woman resumed her cleaning but Katy couldn’t shake the feeling that though she said no more that in her mind Esperanza pitied her. A little while later the woman said good night before she left the office suite as Katy was really cracking after her meal break. At the rate she was going the project might be finished tonight so she really bore down. An hour later she stopped and stretched, then rubbed her neck and shoulders.
Hunching over the desk while staring into the screen certainly wasn’t helping her posture, that was for sure. Tomorrow she really had to get to the gym and get some of the kinks out but with a feeling of satisfaction she knew the report was almost done. After a trip to the ladies room she would finish up and call it a night. Katy took her I.D. badge and the restroom key and headed off. On her way she passed the closed conference room as well as a number of private offices. Well once Gary was promoted and she had someone who knew what she could do on her side it would only be a matter of time before she had her own office. The thought of that made her smile.
First she left the company suite and went to the ladies room in the hallway where the key gained her entry. She was just finishing wiping after tinkling when she heard a faint sound like the door opening quietly. Though she strained to hear more no further sounds came when suddenly the lights went out leaving her in pitch blackness.
“Hello is anyone there? Someone is in here, can you please turn the light back on. Esperanza is that you?” she asked though the cleaning woman was usually gone by this time.
In fact no one answered her plea and the light remained off but she heard nothing else. After a minute as her heart raced Katy stood and pulled up her thong panties and let her knee high navy blue skirt fall into place. By feeling her way out she managed to make it from the stall to the door which she opened sending light into the bathroom. Peering out she saw the corridor was empty and silent. Her hand flicked the light switch back on and she hurriedly washed her hands before heading back to the office.
She was on the watch for anything out of the ordinary but things seemed normal. Still she decided to just get her things together and head out. The project she could finish first thing in the morning. Swiping her card to gain access to the suite she swiftly headed toward her cubicle. Katy had just passed the conference room when her ear registered the faintest noise like the rustling of fabric when suddenly someone seized her from behind.
One arm circled her waist while another went around her neck cutting off her air supply as she felt herself literally lifted in the air. Her feet kicked helplessly as they futilely tried to find some traction while her hands attempted to pry the arm off her throat. Though she was very fit the arm holding her was much too powerful for Katy to budge and with horror she realized that she was being carried into the conference room.
Once they were in the room her attacker pushed his body against the door forcing it closed. Katy was beginning to feel a little light headed from lack of oxygen when she felt a bulge growing against her posterior as the man rubbed into her. She redoubled her efforts to escape but he held her as easily as a rag doll before suddenly dropping her onto the carpeted floor.
She wound up on her stomach when a heavy body landed on top of Katy knocking the wind out of her. First one arm, then the other was pulled behind her back as the intruder tied her hands quickly and efficiently with what felt like a scarf or some other strip of fabric. Once her hands were secure Katy felt the body get off her prone figure. Not wasting any time she rolled onto her back to see her attacker. Standing over her was a hulking figure dressed head to toe in black including a black ski mask and black leather gloves.
After seeing the masked figure the cry Katy was about to make died in her throat stillborn. He dropped to his knees straddling the pretty brown haired young woman and it was then she noticed he had a wicked looking blade in his right gloved hand. His free hand reached out and traced the line of her jaw before moving onto the pale skin of her neck. Katy shuddered as for a moment he squeezed but he released her as fast as he grabbed her with his hand now working further down her body.
Lightly it moved over her white button down shirt until it reached the slight swell of her breast where it explored. It squeezed gently to start until the thumb and forefinger managed to take hold of her nipple through the two layers of her clothing. It pinched so hard that Katy winced from the pain before releasing her. The reprieve was short lived as the intruder now rapidly unbuttoned the shirt from neck to waist revealing her pale, flawless flesh and white Maidenform brassiere.
Without warning the hand with the blade moved and as Katy flinched it cut the material between the cups freeing her breasts from their bondage. Just as quickly the man leaned in and his mouth took as much of the tender flesh into it as could fit. As befitting a gymnast she had small, firm little titties and they also were exceptionally sensitive. When his teeth gently closed on her pointy nipple a gasp escaped Katy’s lips.
He continued suckling on her breast and his tongue repeatedly flicked her erect nipple sending signals straight between Katy’s thighs. When his mouth switched to her other breast his free hand took the first in hand and kneaded the flesh. With both her breasts receiving attention Katy felt herself start to moisten in spite of the circumstances. When the man worked one of his knees between her legs and pressed it to her awakened mound Katy had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
After a couple of minutes of this with the man repeatedly switching his mouth and hand back and forth on her breasts and his knee rubbing against her she was becoming very aroused. Realizing this the man started to kiss his way down her flat tummy while his hand continued massaging her succulent breasts. He then yanked her skirt up over her waist and again using his knife he cut off her black thong revealing her treasure. A low whistle escaped his mouth as he beheld her shaved nether region. Katy left just a tiny landing strip of dark, brown hair above her perfect pussy.
It was small and pink with barely protruding inner lips which glistened from the moisture which was seeping from her. Her little clit stood erect and defiant as it peeked out from its hood and the man’s gloved thumb reached down and touched it. Unable to prevent it Katy responded with a low moan making the man smile in reply. Sometime after cutting off her thong the man had dropped his blade and now using both hands lifted her toned lower half up to meet his hungry mouth.
When his tongue first grazed her lips Katy squirmed around but was unable to escape his clutches. Once he started licking her in earnest, his tongue tracing her from her clit to the bottom of her lips, she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape. Then he plunged his tongue inside her wet hole as far as it could reach. He licked the inside walls which were sticky from her delicious juices and drank down as much as he was able to.
Her head, neck and upper back remained on the floor but his hands securely held Katy by her perfect ass keeping her pelvis and legs in the air where he continued to hungrily eat her delicious pussy, her bent knees resting on his broad shoulders. In spite of the circumstances Katy felt a massive orgasm building in her and when his tongue slipped out and began licking her erect clit it proved too much for her neglected pussy.
Katy’s full lips emitted a drawn out wail as her whole body trembled from the force of her orgasm. Her muscles contracted the length of her body and more of her clear nectar flowed from between her swollen lips. The man ignored this and continued his oral attention on her until her muscles relaxed after cumming. Only then did he slowly lower Katy to the carpet and release his hold on her. Next he reached down and unfastened the buttons on his fly before removing his semi-erect cock.
Katy’s eyes widened as she saw the stiffening meat swelling before her eyes. It was thick with prominent veins running its length while the large mushroom head was purplish with pre-cum dripping from the hole. The man stroked it a few times as his body moved into position over Katy’s prone figure. He placed one knee besides her head while his opposite foot rested on the other side of her head.
Holding his cock with one hand he pulled Katy up by her brown pony tail so that her face almost touched his erection. Her pink tongue emerged and licked the clear liquid off his red engorged head before she opened her mouth and swallowed the head deep into her mouth. He gasped from the feeling as her tongue swirled on the sensitive underside of his cockhead and shifted his hands to support Katy’s head. She began to bob her head up and down, taking more of his thick shaft into her warm mouth.
She was practically impaling herself now, violently swallowing his turgid tube to the back of her mouth with each movement of her neck and head. Katy’s saliva was escaping the corners of her mouth and running down her chin before dripping to the carpeted floor below. After one particularly deep swallow Katy began to cough from his head triggering her gag reflex.
The masked man lowered Katy to the floor as she recovered from her coughing fit. His eyes hungrily devoured her from the light brown hair of her head to her muscled, sexy legs as he moved his body lower so that he now knelt between her thighs. He grasped his erection and began rubbing it against the outside of her wet lips until it was coated by both her saliva as well as her pussy juice. His other hand reached out and for the moment gently took her throat between his thumb and fingers. Katy felt the power of his hand as he squeezed for a moment before relaxing his grip. All the while his hard cock slid back and forth along the furrow of her wet pussy, on occasion touching her erect, little clit.
“Do you want my big, hard cock in your wet little pussy slut? Hmm, I think you do but I want you to tell me so” the man spoke for the first time. His voice was deep and sounded hoarse with lust and desire for the sexy office worker.
“Yes oh God I want it so bad. Please put it in me and fuck me hard” the bound woman said in reply to his query.
Immediately the man worked his head to the entrance of her pinkness and pushed it forwards so that it stretched to receive the thickness. Katy moaned as it slowly penetrated her canal, her muscles gripping it tightly as it inched deeper. He lifted her legs and rested them against his torso while he continued sliding deeper into her. Finally he felt his full, hard length inside Katy at which point he paused and just enjoyed the feeling of her muscles squeezing and contracting along the length of his erection.
It was the mewing sounds that Katy was making that caused him to start moving his hips. Slowly he pulled back so that only a few inches remained in her paradise before driving it all the way back in. With each thrust Katy whimpered as he filled her with his cock, sending her senses reeling. His gloved hand rested on her landing strip now and he began to rub her clit with his leather clad thumb.
His body was like a machine as it thrust and rubbed with a steady rhythm pushing Katy once more to orgasm. Even as she cried out from cumming he continued his relentless assault, his cock and thumb not slowing at all. Before long he forced yet another climax from her aroused body but the strain was beginning to affect him as well. His rhythm became erratic as he felt his own body being overwhelmed with pleasure centered on his driving shaft.
With a moan he pulled out of Katy and scrambled to kneel by her face. She brought her mouth up and forward and he just managed to slip his head between her lips before a large shot of cum exploded into her mouth followed by one after another. His hand pumped his shaft coaxing all his fluid into Katy’s hot mouth. She swished the thick, white spunk around her mouth until no more came from his cock. Only then did she swallow it down her throat after which a smile appeared on her face.
The man remained hard and in fact lightly smacked her cheek with his prick a few times before again moving. Once he was kneeling besides her he rolled Katy to her stomach at which point he helped her move her body so that she was on her knees with her firm, round ass in the air while her chest and head rested on the floor. Then he moved behind her in the kneeling position at which time he again drove deep until his balls rested against Katy’s soft skin.
His hands grabbed her hips and guided them back and forth as he watched his cock disappear and then reappear with each movement. Her body was soon bathed with perspiration giving her skin a sheen as she continued her movement. Soon he joined her thrusting forward to meet her hips moving backwards as the smell of sex permeated the conference room. He managed to move into a crouching position now with his legs widely spaced while his hands continued guiding her back and forth.
Katy was again moaning as each thrust of his erection slammed her hard sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from her pretty pussy. Both of their breathing was becoming rapid as their bodies continued to push the limits of desire more and more. When Katy climaxed again her pussy muscles contracted hard on his shaft and with a low cry he felt the jism flow upwards into his shaft before emptying inside her pinkness.
Both their bodies sank forward with his resting on top of hers as they came down from their orgasmic bliss. With a gasp he pushed his body up and off hers, in the process his softening shaft slipping from her well exercised love muscle. As she rolled onto her side he again brought it within reach of her willing mouth. Not for the first time did she open wide and suck the juices from it making him gasp as the sensitive flesh was massaged by her pink tongue.
When it was clean he pulled it away and put it in his pants. Katy continued resting on her side allowing her heart to resume its normal rhythm as the man stood. He picked up both her cut lingerie and the knife from the floor and slipped them into a pocket. After that he helped Katy stand and grasping her by her ponytail pulled her to the door. Next he opened it and led her into the main office. Once they reached her cubicle he untied her wrists and spun her so that she was facing him. Her arms twined about his neck and their lips met sending a current through both their bodies.
A few seconds later he broke the kiss and turned to walk away. Katy sat in her chair and started to button her shirt when the man paused and turned. His gloved hand was in the process of pulling his mask up when he spoke.
“So Katy will the project still be completed on time even with this delay?”
She turned and smiled at the handsome and now unmasked man.
“Of course Gary. I should be done in less than fifteen minutes. And thank you I really needed that – both the break and the fuck as well. See you tomorrow, and by the way you owe me a new bra and thong for the ones you destroyed.”
“Worth every cent and more Katy. Besides I just plan on doing the same to the next set anyway. I just haven’t decided whether it will be here at the office or somewhere else. I want it to be a surprise.”
On hearing that Katy felt herself starting to get wet down there again and her smile became even bigger.
THE END by rutger5 2011
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KRISTI’S FAMILY 7

Chapter Seven Three more times that night, Roger fucked Kristi. Each time, he would put Vaseline on and inside her raw rectum which he had found under the sink in the bathroom. Kristi didn’t’ object, kneeling submissively as her father’s fingers toyed with the most intimate opening of her body. She was sore, but she had cum several times, and she knew that she would be prepared for whatever the men did to her the next day. Finally, about 2am, father and daughter fell asleep. Kristi’s hand was wrapped around her father’s prick and he was holding her, his hand cupping one of her naked tits. When they awoke, Kristi’s father told her to go turn the shower on and to get it nice and warm because they were going to shower together. Kristi happily did what her father told her, easily falling into the new relationship. She didn’t resent him ordering what to do. She wanted to please him! After they showered, her father put her on the bed. She thought he would fuck her again, and she dutifully lifted her hips, putting her head on her arms, closing her eyes and waiting for the hot thrust of his cock. She jumped when she felt a warm wetness, and she mewled happily when she felt her father begin to lick between her asscheeks. He pulled her mounds apart and the tip of his tongue started rimming her asshole. For almost a half hour, her father knelt behind her licking and laving her anus, sticking his tongue inside and relaxing the girl. She barely noticed when he began pushing Vaseline inside her asshole. When he finally stopped, Kristi got off the bed. She felt very very wet, and knew that whoever would fuck her ass first would be in for a surprise at how hot and moist it would be. Roger slipped his clothes back on and he and Kristi kissed deeply before leaving the bedroom. They arrived at the living room to see that everyone was already there. Erica and Erin were, of course, naked. They were kneeling before the couch, giving Bob and Bill blowjobs. Tom and Charlie were setting at the breakfast bar. “Well look who finally got up. Damn Roger, you had the little bitch screaming all night long! I think she must love having her ass fucked! Tom said, laughing and looking at the naked Kristi. Roger just blushed. Erin looked at him, but didn’t sat a thing, turning and taking Bob’s cock back in her mouth. “Charlie, why don’t you take sweet cheeks here and try out her asshole. Roger and I have an appointment with the bank this morning!” Tom said. Charlie walked over to the petite teenager and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder, making her squeal. Slapping her on her naked ass, Charlie said “Shut the hell up, bitch. Thanks Tom, I think I’m going to sit in this chair and have the little slut ride up and down my prick using her asshole. Charlie was naked in seconds, pulling Kristi into the recliner with him. She was pulled back against his chest as he swept her thighs apart, pulling her up and peeling her cheeks apart. The whole room stopped and watched as Kristi’s asshole was pushed down on Charlie’s cock. Slowly the girl slid down Charlie’s long shaft. She was moaning, but it was obvious that it was the moan of pleasure. “Shit, you should feel this, boss!” Charlie said to Tom. “She’s all oiled up of something. And its like a furnace! DAMN, what a luscious Fuck!” He said as he began lifting the girl up and down over his cock, using her body to masturbate, his prick slipping in and out of her ass. “Let’s go!” Tom said. It took two hours for Roger to withdraw 25,0000 from his savings. He had to pretend that Tom was his friend and he was lending him the money. The whole time, Roger kept thinking about his family and what was being done to them. Roger thought about alerting someone or trying to overpower Tom. But he knew that would be a mistake. He wasn’t willing to risk the death of his family. And deep inside, he also knew that when this was over, that things were going to be very different around his house. When the two men walked in the door, they were met by the sight of all three women kneeling on the pool table on all fours facing them. They were shaking and shuddering, waving their hips as their breasts swung back and forth, crying and sobbing out in pleasure. The three men were behind them fucking them and making obscene comments about what whores and sluts the women were. It was like walking into a Bordello, Roger thought. The phone rang. Everyone froze. After a heartbeat, Tom grabbed Roger. “You know what to do. Make it good.” He lifted the phone and placed it between the two men so he could hear. “Hello, Winters residence.” Roger said in a normal tone of voice. “Hi Mr. Winters. This is Nicole. Is Kristi around?” Tom heard a teenage girl say. “Sure, just a minute.” Roger said. Tom pointed at Kristi. “Come here bitch, and if you make ONE mistake, I blow the fucking head off of your old man, you got it?” he said viciously. Nodding and white faced, Kristi nodded. She walked over and Tom held her, both their ears pressed against the receiver. “Hello?” Kristi said. “Hi Kristi! Shannon and I are bored to death! Is it OK if we come over and hang with you this afternoon?” Nicole said into the phone. Covering the receiver, Tom paused and then said “Tell them its OK, that you’ll be waiting for them.” “NO, I can’t do that. I-I KNOW what you’ll do to them!” Kristi whispered in horror. “Listen you stupid cunt. You tell them right now or I kill everyone in your family! Now tell them!” He uncovered the phone. Kristi had tears in her eyes. “Sure.come on over” she said. “Kewl! We’ll be there in about 20 minutes. Later, girl!” And the phone clicked. Releasing her, Tom said “OK Boys, it looks like we’re going to have some fresh pussy. Let’s get Mrs. Winters and Erica into the Master bedroom. Tie them up and gag them. I don’t want any sounds made.” The men quickly obeyed. Tom had everyone put on clothes. He made Kristi put on jeans and a tee shirt. “But no underwear. It will just get in the way later.” Kristi had a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. She loved Nicole and Shannon. But what could she do? Kristi met the girls at the door, smiling as she led them inside. They stopped as she saw that there were a group of men sitting in the living room. They relaxed somewhat when they saw Mr. Winters. Tom crossed to the girl’s. Speaking to them, he said “Hi girls. Which one of you drove?” Nicole and Shannon looked at one another as if to say “what’s up with THIS guy!” But they were polite. “I drove.” She said. “Very good. Please give me your car keys now!” Tom said, holding out his hand. Nicole said “Now just a minute. What’s going on here. Kristi?” She and Shannon turned to face their friend. They were shocked to see tears filling Kristi’s eyes. “Oh Nicole, I’m so sorry. Please do what he says. Give him your keys!” she cried miserably. The two girls were rapidly becoming terrified. “What’s going on?” Nicole said backing away. “Give me your fucking keys, you stupid bitch!” Tom shouted. Nicole trembled as she pulled a set of keys from her pocket and handed it to the big intimidating man standing in front of her. Taking the keys, he tossed them to Charlie. “Charlie, move their car around behind the tool shed by the van.” Timidly, Nicole said “B-But that’s my car!” Smiling, Tom said “Well girl, I’m taking your car. In fact I’m going to take any damn thing I want. And I think we’ll start with that cute tee shirt you are wearing. Take it off and give it to me!” Nicole couldn’t believe her ears. She took a step back, almost stumbling. “W_What? W-What did you say?” Tom smiled and followed her slowly. “I said take off your fucking tee shirt, you stupid bitch, and give it to me.” His voice was smooth but very menacingly. Looking at her friend, Nicole said to Kristi “Kristi? What’s HAPPENING!” Kristi was openly crying. “Nicole, I’m sorry. They’ve kidnapped my family, and.and we have to do what they say. Oh Nicole I’m sorry. But if you don’t do what he says.he’ll kill you!” Trembling, Nicole looked at Tom as he pulled a gun from behind his back where it was tucked. Chambering a round, he said “Maybe we need a little demonstration.” Shannon started screaming as Nicole began babbling “No, NOOO oh god NOOO Don’t shoot me, Please!” Frantically, Nicole pulled her tee shirt up and over her head, holding it out to Tom as he pointed the gun at her head. Almost without looking, he backhanded Shannon, crying out “Shut up, Bitch.” Shannon was shocked. She had never been hit before. But it was effective, for she simply stared at the man, gently rubbing her reddened cheek. “Now listen up. I’ll say this one time.You will obey us, and do everything you’re told or you will die. And if I have to kill one of you.then I’ll kill ALL of you. Like I told the Winters, you cooperate, and you’ll live to see Monday. If you don’t, then you’re as good as dead.” He tore the shirt from Nicole’s hand and tossed it to the side. “Now both of you, get out of those jeans and tee shirts. You can keep your bras and panties for the moment. But get it done NOW!” He smiled as the two girls hurriedly began stripping their jeans and tee shirts off. He made them sit on the couch. They tried to hide their semi-naked bodies, flushing with embarrassment and crying. Tom told them to shut up as he turned to Charlie and Bob. “I’m thinking that maybe a demonstration is in order. Charlie, you and Bob use Kristi and show the girls what they have in store for them. Kristi, get out of those fucking clothes and get up on the pool table on all fours.” Tom smiled as he walked over and sat on a bar stool. Kristi was mortified. She couldn’t believe that she was going to be humiliated like this in front of her friends. Enough had happened to her that she wasn’t upset at what the men would do to her. But doing it in front of her best friends was intensely humiliating. A look from Tom made Kristi tremble and slowly walk across to the room. She closed her eyes as she pulled her tee shirt up and over her head. Of course, she had no bra on. She unsnapped her jeans, pushing them down her legs, showing that she also had no panties on. Tears were dripping from her cheeks as she climbed up onto the pool table, kneeling on all fours cross wise, assuming the position she knew they wanted her in. She glanced over to Nicole and Shannon as Charlie and Bob quickly shed their clothes. Her two friends look shocked to the core as they stared at the two men’s naked pricks swinging between their legs. Bob walked over and pulled Kristi to the edge of the pool table. “Open your mouth bitch, I’ve got a load of cum for your sweet mouth.” Kristi obediently opened her mouth, taking Bob’s cock inside. She was still sobbing from humiliation as she began sucking his cock. She heard Charlie climbing up behind her. “Hmmm, let’s see, do I fuck her pussy or her asshole. You know, I think I fucked her up the ass last time. I think I’ll get some of her cunt this time!” he said, smiling nastily and looking at Kristi’s’ two friends who were white faced. Within several minutes Kristi was in a battle with her body. She had intended to be as unresponsive as possible. But the silky texture of Bob’s prick fucking in and out of her mouth and the huge log of Charlie ramming in and out of her cunt was driving her towards orgasm. She realized that she was moaning. She willed herself to stop moaning, to stop pushing her hips back at Charlie. But her resolve failed as she fucked her young body on the two male pricks invading her wet orifices. She was unaware that her friends had stopped crying. They were watching intently. They could hardly believe that it was their best friend who was fucking on the table. They tried to imagine that it was themselves, but they simply couldn’t relate. They watched as Kristi began madly humping and bucking. Charlie cried out “Damn, the bitch is cumming around my prick again. I can’t wait. TAKE MY CUM, BITCH! YESSSSSSSS!” and he began grunting and huffing as he filled Kristi’s pussy with his hot sperm. Within seconds, Bob began bellowing. The girls watched Kristi’s throat contract over and over. They realized that she was swallowing and knew that Bob was cumming in her mouth. Kristi weakly collapsed onto the table, the wet pricks slithering from her holes. Tom began clapping his hands and laughing. “Well done, boys! I think you’ve fucked her out. Bill, I think that you and I now get a turn. Kristi’s all fucked out, so I think its time for our guests to have a bit of fun as well. So Bill, you and I will fuck the Brunette. You get on your back on the table and we’ll have her fuck you while sitting on your prick. I’ll get behind and have a go at her asshole.” Bill was grinning and Shannon felt on the verge of fainting. She knew what a prisoner must feel when sentenced to death. Turning to Roger, Tom said “And Roger. You’re going to fuck the Blonde!” Roger’s eyes opened widely and he looked at Nicole. She had a shocked look on her face. “N-No, I can’t do that!” He choked out. “Damn, Roger. Do we have to go through this again? You don’t have a choice.” Tom said. They both watched as Charlie and a now naked Bill approached the couch. Shannon was whimpering as they grabbed her arms and pulled her up off the couch. She started openly crying as they pulled her over beside the pool table. “Let’s do her on the floor” Bill said, and the two men pulled the pretty Brunette down to the carpet. She struggled and screamed but they ignored her, ripping her bra and panties off. Soon She was writhing and sobbing, her hands pinned over her head. Bob was sucking her fat titties, biting her nipples and enjoying her squeals of pain. Tom was half lying on her legs, pinning her legs wide and lewdly licking up and down the girl’s cunt. Charlie said “Come on, asshole. Tom said to fuck the bitch, now get to it!” He was grinning evilly. Roger looked down at Nicole. He’d had a number of fantasies about his daughter’s friend but had never dreamed that he would make any of them come true. “Nicole, I-I’m sorry.” he said. Nicole looked at him and then at Shannon. Shannon wasn’t screaming any longer, but was writhing and moaning. It was hard to tell if she was resisting or becoming aroused. She stood up. “O-OK Mr. Winters. I-I know you don’t have a choice. Just be.be gentle.” Roger felt his prick begin to swell in his pants. He led the girl to the corner. “I promise I’ll be gentle” he said. He leaned down and kissed her. She was trembling, making him want her even more. She didn’t resist as he began undressing her. Ten minutes later, Shannon was busily fucking her pussy on top of Bill, who was lying on the floor on his back. She was in shock for she had just had an orgasm. Bill was sucking on her swinging tits, capturing one nipple and then the other to suckle and bite it. She had screamed and tried to escape when Tom had fingered her asshole. When he had actually fucked her asshole, she had lay between the two men, feeling incredibly stuffed, aching at the twin penetrations. They had begun fucking her and within minutes she began moving with them, pushing her hips down to fuck Bill and then back and upwards to drive Tom’s cock up her asshole. Shannon had never thought that she could feel such things. She felt like the most desirable woman in the world. Roger was on top of Nicole. He had lifted her legs and her ankles were on his shoulder. He was slamming deeply inside her as she moaned and groaned. The two girls were being thoroughly fucked. Roger felt his balls contracting and he looked deep into Nicole’s eyes. Gritting his teeth, he said “I’m cumming, Nicole. I’m Cumming!’ Nicole looked up into his face. She felt his cock beginning to pump sperm inside her. She had been having a crush on this man for years, and now he was filling her young pussy up with his lewdly spurting sperm. She shuddered as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had began wracking her body. Seeing her cum so powerfully made Roger kiss her brutally. Nicole thrust her tongue inside his mouth as her pussy went wild over his cock. For the rest of the afternoon, the two girls were fucked over and over. Kristi was also fucked once again. After releasing Erica and Erin, all five naked women were ordered to service the men in various ways. They were required to make supper. After supper, Tom made all the girls kneel as the men stood, dressed. All except Roger. Charlie and Bill put Roger on the floor, hogtying him. “We’re going to leave now. We’ve had a fucking good time. You can call the police later. However, I have to tell you that we are not from this part of the country, that we selected the Winters entirely by random, and that you will never see us again. If you call the police, you will all be interrogated. Each of you will have to endure being examined by a doctor with a rape kit. Everyone will know what went on. And you will be humiliated in this community. I’d suggest that you simply chalk it up to life’s unfair events.” The men tied the women up, lying them gently on the floor as well. “Sooner or later one of you will figure out how to get out of the ropes. Then you can let the others go. Thanks for a great weekend!” And then the men walked out, closing the door behind them. They all struggled against their bonds. Though tied the most thoroughly, it was Roger who got his ropes off first. Quickly, he went and got tee shirts and jeans for his wife, daughters and friends. He gently untied his wife, and then the girls. They all dressed and then Shannon tearfully said “W-What are we going to do?” They all looked at one another. They had a decision to make.
Epilogue
Three weeks later on a Friday, Roger got home from work. Life had returned to normal. The fears and insecurities he had felt had slowly abated. They had all decided to not go through the humiliation of reporting the rapes. The women had all been checked surreptitiously. Miraculously, none of them were pregnant. The Winter’s family had made every attempt to return to normal. Kristi didn’t hang with Nicole or Shannon anymore. They were simply too embarrassed to get over having seen one another rut while being brutally fucked for them to put their friendship back together. They weren’t angry, they just couldn’t get past it enough to spend time together. Roger was going crazy. The images and memories of that weekend floated around his head. He avoided looking at his wife and daughters whenever possible. He was constantly blushing. Erin had seemed to take everything in stride. After several days, she had stopped sleeping on the edge of the other side of the bed. They had both cried when his arms went around her and they cuddled, holding on to one another. They had made love tenderly. Things seemed fine with them. Erica and Kristi also seemed fine. They had acted with enforced cheerfulness for a few days, but had relaxed since then. Roger was in the house by himself. He had grabbed a beer and after changing into gym shorts and a tee shirt, he was sitting in his recliner. He closed his eyes and remembered how it had felt fucking Kristi. Soon his hand was in his shorts, wrapped around his erect cock, slowly stroking himself. He could almost see the passion in her eyes and the look on her lust contorted face as he had fucked her. Roger froze when he felt his shorts being pulled down over his hand and cock. “Let me do that Daddy!” he heard as he opened his eyes to see his beautiful daughter kneeling at his feet in her Cheerleading outfit. Pushing his hand away, Kristi wrapped her cool fingers around his cock. Leaning down she kissed the head, taking it into her mouth as with her other hands she began working her clothes off. “K-Kristi.are you sure?” Roger asked as his suddenly naked daughter straddled his hips lifting up and steering his prick to her wetly gaping pussy. As she lowered herself on top of his hard prick shaft, she half groaned as she said “Yesssss Daddy. That feel’s SOOOO good. I-I’ve wanted to do that for three damn weeks. Daddy, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me now, Fuck me tomorrow. Fuck me whenever you want to. I LOVE you Daddy. OHHHHHH Yes.YOUR FINGER!” The girls rounded asscheeks were squirming wildly as Roger shoved a fingers inside her asshole as she pounded up and down on his cock. Her mouth was locked to her daddy’s and as she screamed into his hot, wet mouth, she felt his cock begin to shoot up inside the wet cauldron of her cunt, his sperm bubbling lewdly to pool deep inside her body. She didn’t know what the future held, but she did know that she belonged to this man and that she would do anything that he wanted.

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Train Ride

Train Ride
The alarm sounded to get me out of bed to face another day, not that I needed it I was already awake and getting ready to head off to work after being woken by my daughter Sophia practising her piano. I did not mind, she was a great kid and she had a real talent on the piano. I heard Lina, my wife of 10 years preparing breakfast in the kitchen as I rose and made my way into the shower. Some may have called my life humdrum but I was happy with my routine and more than content with my life. I was an executive in a large toy company with a gorgeous wife and a very smart daughter waiting for me when I got home every night from work.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed the sandwich Lina had prepared on my way out of the house.
“Hey” Lina called
“Where’s my kiss?”
I turned and pulled her tiny frame up against me and kissed her hard on the lips, turned and hurried for the door.
“If I get caught by Mrs Sarno it’s your fault” I yelled as I closed the door behind me. Laughing to myself I turned and ran down the stairs only to see Mrs Sarno standing at her gate waiting for me. I cussed under my breath and then greeted her.
“Good morning Mrs Sarno”
“Well hello dear boy” she replied “it looks like the late train for you this morning Bello”
The dear old woman did not realise how much I resented that frequent statement of hers. You see there was the 7:45 train that was an express from my station to the city with only 2 stops on the way that took 15 minutes to get to work. If I missed this train the next was at 8 and stopped all stations taking 45 minutes to get to work, standing up and getting me there just in time to start work with no coffee or time to relax before I started. Sure the 7:45 got me there to early but I didn’t mind catching up with work mates over a coffee after having a comfortable trip into work but on average this happened once or twice a week if lucky and I owed it all to Mrs Sarno. She had made a habit of catching me nearly every morning for two years since we moved in to tell me all manner of stories. I didn’t have the heart to tell her she was making me late and keep moving and so most of my days began in a rush.
After hearing all about her eldest sons visit in the coming fall and all the plans they had made I ran to see if I could still make the 7:45. As I flew down the subway stairs I was just in time to see the 7:45 speeding off into the distance. I couldn’t help but cuss and take a seat to catch my breath for a couple of minutes before taking my place on the front of the platform with the slim chance that front position may get me a seat for my 45 minute trip.
The train arrived and I moved effortlessly into the carriage being pushed by the crowd more or less. As suspected I did not manage to be rewarded with a seat for the trip and so grabbed the overhead rail and tried to come up with a topic to occupy my mind until I arrived in the city. I closed my eyes and thought about the upcoming holidays and the snow trip I had organised for my two beautiful girls. I had to be careful that the trains rocking and swaying did not put me to sleep as I planned the trip in my head.
It was just after the train’s second stop that i became aware of something pressing into the front of my pants. I was used to being squashed in between strangers and also quite accustomed to otherwise awkward situations being the norm on these trips into work as there was a severe lack of space and nothing anyone could do about it. No one seemed to care much as they understood the situation and usually I did too. However this was different. I distinctly felt a fingertip running along the length of my penis on top of my trousers and then tracing it again before squeezing the now slightly firm tip between a finger and thumb.
I looked down but being a tall man of 6’5 could only see the tops of heads. I could not even put my arms down as I had a head nestled firmly under each armpit and was that tightly packed amongst the crowd that I was temporarily powerless do anything about the situation. I began to panic. What should I do? Who was doing this? What were they thinking? I was a happily married man who had always been faithful to my wife and now someone other than her was groping at my genitals. My body began to betray me as the rubbing continued and then to my disbelief I felt my trousers being unzipped and my penis bobbed out of my pants into the cool air. I felt my eyes bug out of my head and my heart began to race. I struggled to move away, to escape but to no avail. Then in one paralysing move I felt the now swollen head of my penis slip into the warmth of my assailant’s mouth. I closed my eyes and dropped my head so as to not make a spectacle of myself.
My head raced with thought after thought. Who was doing this? Was it someone I knew? Was it a young person or old? Was it even a female? What if it was not? Was the guy that was looking at me from in front of the door two 5 metres away aware of what was happening? Was the fact that somewhere deep inside I was enjoying this indication that I was gay?
My assailant moved clumsily licking and sucking my rebellious member as it grew to full erection. I hoped and prayed that it was not a male mouth wrapped around my throbbing knob. I hoped it was a lady, a beautiful lady. Perhaps a supermodel that was longing for a sexual encounter that was out of the public eye so to speak. What was I thinking? I was trying to make this betrayal of my marriage vows acceptable. I was enjoying being fellated by a complete stranger, what kind of monster did this make me?
I pressed my eyelids down harder and tried to imagine that it was my wife with her mouth around my cock head. Sure it was, I mean it was our anniversary in 3 weeks and this was her present. Never mind that I had left her less than quarter of an hour ago in our kitchen and she had no way possible of making the train before me to set this up.
A delicate little hand massaged my balls as the mouth now began sliding up and down my length, exploring my genitals. Gently touching and teasing it and then become bolder with every move.
It felt fantastic then horrible then marvellous then perverted. I was experiencing a once in a lifetime encounter that others only dream of but at the same time betraying my wife and family, betraying even myself if I admitted to even an ounce of pleasure from this attack.
It seemed to go on for hours as my assault continued. Panic and guilt gave way more and more to pleasure as my assailant grew bolder and more skilful in their assault on my trembling shaft. I felt a pair of small hands on my buttocks as my abuser increased their intake of my penis and pulled me into their mouth. I bottomed out in their throat but they continued to thrust my cock in and out of their hungry mouth. I could not help but make comparison with my wife’s oral skill and was ashamed to admit that my attacker would be my preferred fellator if ever faced with the ridiculous choice.
My attacker increased the intensity of their assault stroking my shaft vigorously at the same time as sucking ferociously, hungrily on my throbbing cock head. Defenceless my body gave way and my treacherous cock exploded in my assailant’s mouth. Temporarily I thought that this was at least some payback for the disorder they had brought upon my life until I realised it was more reward than punishment as they sucked and swallowed every drop of my seed down their hungry mouth.
Had I let go of the overhead rail I would have collapsed in a heap over the crowd. Just then I faintly acknowledged the name of my station being announced over the speaker. My assailant had returned my disloyal member to its place within my trousers and now I would find out who the perpetrator of this unwanted attack was. As the crowd poured out of the carriage doors I looked down and then left followed by right but my desperate search revealed no clue as to who my attacker had been. There were many suspects but in reality everyone I laid eyes on could have been a suspect.
It could have been the beautiful blonde that no doubt was a model or if not could be if she wished or it could be the young man with the impeccably matched attire that had been lost to his my vision as soon as the ride had started. For all I knew it could have been the old Italian Lady that hurried away from the carriage looking back over her shoulder frequently as she left.
I sat on a chair in the subway trying to come to grips with the events of the last half an hour. I tried hard to convince myself that it was all a bad dream the more I tried the more it seemed like a dream come true.
All day I struggled foolishly to get work done with no avail. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I go to the police? What would I tell them? Would they believe me? Why would they? Had I done something to somebody to encourage this attack? Was it after all a loving yet perverted gift from my wife?
Over the next few weeks I got no answers and my questions became overpowering. I frequently thought that I must have been attacked by an experimenting youth or a lonely housewife and that it was a closed chapter. I wanted to believe that it was my wife but after more and more snooping that option became more and more unlikely. Part of me wanted to know who and why so I could place myself in their path of attack again and feel the soothing warmth of their lips upon my aching cock once more.
I chose not to go to the police and had all convinced myself that it was a one off event when it happened a second time.
I was late like the first time but had managed to get a seat. I sat between two old ladies with both of their husband’s big old asses in my face wishing I had not got a seat and doing my best to breathe. The train ride started and then stopped just as suddenly throwing everyone on the train forward with a jolt. As the train was so packed there was not much of an impact I imagine however I myself was thrown onto my knees on the floor. When I went to return to my chair someone had stolen my seat.
I was livid, I could not move and so would have to remain on my knees for 45 minutes until we arrived in the city and I had banged myself up against someone’s knees in the fall. The train started and I did my best to get m ore comfortable when all of a sudden a hand gripped the back of my head.
“What the……” I murmured as my head was drawn toward the knees that had been the cause of my throbbing headache.
Is my head drew near the knees parted and my face was drawn deeper and deeper in between the parting thighs until my face was hard up against this stranger’s pussy. Once more I struggled to free my hands and brake free but I was trapped by the crowd.
It was question time again. Was this the same attacker? Why would someone wear no underwear on the train? Was this person stalking me? What had I done to them?
My thoughts went back to the first encounter. I had struggled unsuccessfully and had missed some of the thrill this situation had to offer. I began to look at the situation from a different angle. If this was in fact my wife I owed it to her to satisfy her to the best of my ability and if not……….. Well I convinced myself that it was and dove in hungrily.
If this was my wife she had shaved since I had last seen her pussy. I could not see much but my attacker was soft and sweet smelling, she was clean and tasted delicious. She tasted of berries and was very small and tight. I knew it was not my wife now but chose to believe it was. I circled her lips clockwise and then back in the opposite direction with the tip of my tongue. My reward was nectar purer and sweeter than any I had ever known. I drank of it and then went in for more. I could tell that my assailant no matter how young or old was not use to the service I provided as she came easily again when I thrust my tongue in and out of her sopping wet slit. I sucked on her turgid clitoris and flicked it with my tongue bringing about her final orgasm before we reached the city.
As I clambered out from between her legs I caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on her ankle that was a heart with a name on it. I guessed it may be a friend or a relative that had passed away and tried to rise and see her face before she escaped but one of the fat assed Italian men got in my way and again my assailant escaped. But I had narrowed it down to a blonde airline stewardess obviously making her way to work, a nerdy looking college girl in a letterman jacket and a small woman with long silky black hair down to her backside with a hat on. They were all attractive in their own right but what was I doing? I was becoming more comfortable with this mystery mistress. I was becoming less of a victim and more of an adulterer.
At work all my thoughts were dominated by this mystery assailant, at home I grew more distant from my wife and daughter. I arrived late at work after taking an extra train ride hoping to bump into my mystery lover one more time. I was forced to take a couple of weeks off to sort out my affairs which I planned to do without my wife’s knowledge. I caught trains all day and all night and got home later and later. I told my wife work had picked up but the extra hours would not be forever. My deceit was my obsession and my obsession was becoming my downfall. I wasn’t eating but was drinking heavily. I had lost weight and looked like a wreck.
Then it happened as before, I was on the morning train that would normally take me to work. I was standing in the doorway surveying the crowd on board. There were many women that could have been my anonymous lover but none of them looked suspicious. The train moved off and I made sure my hands were above my head as was my practice these days. I did not want them to be pinned at my side. Although I was jammed tightly amongst other passengers I was sure I could not be trapped as before. There were only male passengers around me which frustrated me as I knew it meant nothing would happen today. The train reached the first of many stops and the doors opened. A few more sardines squeezed into the can and the doors closed tightly. This was the biggest crowd for a while and I was finding it hard to breathe. One of the men in front of me turned side on and his ass pressed against me, or so I thought.
Like the first time I felt a hand rubbing my cock through my trousers. My heart felt relief and my cock began to rise. My unknown lover freed my cock from my pants but who could it be? I looked about and realised that again my hands were trapped above my head and my assailant was not visible to me. This is what I told myself, this is what I believed. My cock was now resting on the soft smooth skin of a stranger’s ass. A hand grabbed and guided my cock between their cheeks. A silky smooth pair of pussy lips kissed the tip of my prick and hesitated. The train whistle blew and the train slowed suddenly at the next stop. Unexpectedly my attacker was impaled on my cock and her ass dropped as I felt her legs buckle and her body shudder. She composed herself and our bodies rocked back and forth in time with the movements of the train. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. I filled my assailant with my seed once and then continued. I barely began to shrink before the thought of what was happening and the feeling combined made me rock hard again. My lover came many times and refused to stop pumping.
Then as quickly as it happened the doors flung open at the last stop before the city and she was gone. I quickly zipped up my pants and ran out of the carriage. I was just in time to see a familiar hat and long black hair disappear off the top of the escalator and tried to run but was stopped by the crowd. I went to wipe the sweat from my face but noticed the blood on my hands before quickly exiting into the first bathroom I came across. I cleaned myself up and then sat in a cubicle.
How old was this girl? Why me? This had gone far enough and would only end in disaster it thought. I decided to head home and tell my wife everything and then I would go to the police and report it to. I headed across the platform and caught the first train back home very shaky and scared. I had been a fool but it was over now. I even felt better as I neared my house and walked up the steps.
When I went inside no one was home so I went upstairs to clean up. I put on some washing then showered and went to put on some fresh clothes. As I walked past Sophie’s room I caught sight of something that sent a chill up my spine. I walked in and across the room and from under her bed I saw part of the same familiar hat. I pulled it out and attached to it was a long black silky wig. The tattooed ankle flashed in my mind only this time I could see what was written clearly. It read ‘Daddy’. Om my god what had I done. I sat on the edge of her bed with my head in my hands but did not know she had come in until I smelt her………’berries’.
She walked across the room and pressed my confused and grief stricken face between her beautiful perky naked tits and said
“It’s ok Daddy, I will look after you. Everything will be fine”

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Rachels little secret 02

Rachel knew she had been a naughty girl and absolutely loved it. Last night she had ridden Mark cock, giving him two orgasms and herself several. And the best part, the most delightfully delicious part, was that he had slept through the whole thing. Woken up this morning none the wiser, and hung out with her as always. Treated her no different from how he always did.
Rachel on the other hand had predicted correctly when she had cuddled up to him the previous night. She was totally climbing the walls today! She just had to have a second round, and he had to be asleep for it! She just couldn’t wait. Most of her day was spent in a state of intense sexual arousal. Many times she had been tempted to find some place private and finger herself to orgasm, but each time she decided to save it for Mark.
Today he seemed totally different to her too like when watching him eat, which was something that would usually gross her out, had a very different effect on her. At Taco Bell, she was totally mesmerized while watching him eat a taco. The way he leisurely devoured it, occasionally licking loose drops of cheese, and nibbling away at his favorite bits. She’d never realized what a long tongue he had. Or how well suited his entire mouth would be to giving pleasure.
Sitting right there across the table from him, she started fantasizing that he’d finished his taco, and dropped under the table for a little desert. Her panties were down, his head was under her cheerleader skirt and once again he was leisurely devouring his meal. Licking at the loose drops, and gently nibbling away on her tastiest bits. God those big ears would make fantastic hand holds as she ground her pussy into his face, and demanded more and more! Rachel was almost ready to cum just thinking about it, before she was cut off by Mark.
“Rachel?”
She blinked out of her trance. “Hm?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Snapping out of it and regaining her composure, she blushed. “Oh. Sorry Mark, guess I was day dreaming.”
Good old gullible Mark accepted that, and didn’t inquire any further about her strange look. They had to head to go to Comic-Con now anyway. Sadly Rachel found that she didn’t stay composed for long, and again her hormones started to take control of her. Their best friend Drake had whipped up a villain’s outfit for each of them, and Rachel went dressed like Cat Woman.
As she looked at herself in the mirror of the public bathroom she had changed in, she decided she looked really sexy. It hugged her figure so well it looked painted on, and the tail and the cat ears gave her a real sultry look. She wondered if Mark would find it sexy. And how long it would take him to make her purr…
“Mmmm…” she moaned out loud, as her mind started to wander. She was a bad kitty, a very, very bad kitty and she wanted Mark to stroke her until she purred! God she needed it! She was in a public bathroom, but if he locked herself into one of the stalls she could easily give herself a nice orgasm within a few minutes. Especially when she was turned on as she was.
But that would be such a waste! She knew cumming on Mark’s cock would be so much more satisfying that doing it herself, so again she decided to save it for him. Besides, he was waiting for her outside the Convention Center; she’d better not keep him waiting.
The time she spent at the convention didn’t help her state of mind much either. She was getting really grumpy by now, as well as horny, but things were about to get worse. There were a couple of things she never told anyone, not even Mark. And one of those things was that after a good fight, especially a fight with Amy who was probably the best fighter Rachel knew; she would get horny, very horny. One of the main reasons she kept a vibrator in her bedside drawer, was that after a mission where she fought Amy she always had some vigorous masturbating to do.
But the fact that she had been way hornier that usual going into today’s fight, things were much worse once Amy and Bob (Amy’s boyfriend) escaped. To be precise, she was so mad with lust, she was about ready to jump Mark then and there in the convention center. Tear off his clothing and hers, and ride his cock until she orgasmed over and over… In front of everyone at the convention.
Fortunately she managed to stifle that urge… Barely. Mark got knocked out by Bob who had been dressed as Darth Vader, and he seemed to have hurt his head. So she then took Mark home with her, where they hung out until it started to get dark.
“It’s getting dark. Maybe we should go to bed,” Rachel suggested, ready to burst after a day of waiting.
Mark frowned. “Rachel. It’s only 6pm!”
“Oh… okay.” ‘Damn!’
A few minutes later, Mark started complaining that his head still hurt from the fight and that he felt weird. Again Rachel jumped at a chance to get what she wanted.
“Really? Maybe you should have an early night.”
Again Mark frowned at her. “But Rachel it’s too early.”
“No buts Mark, if you hurt your head you should sleep it off,” she said, pretending to give a damn about his stupid sore head. “You’re going to bed right now, and that’s that!”
Pouting childishly he stood up and Rachel followed him up stairs to her loft bedroom. “Man! You’re worse than my Mom!”
Smiling widely, Rachel waited for him to change into his pajamas as she changed into hers. Why was he taking so long, he had been in the bathroom changing for thirty whole seconds! He was too slow! At second thirty two though, he finally came out in his pajamas and headed to the bed, rubbing his head again.
“Man I’m feeling way weird.”
“Just go to bed Mark, you’ll probably feel better in the morning,” she suggested. ‘I know I will,’ she added to herself, with a wicked smile.
He climbed under the covers on Rachel’s bed, and then laid down. “I mean something’s going on in my head. Thoughts are going through my mind that don’t usually. Like I want to do something bad, or naughty or something.”
Rachel smiled widely, at that moment not really giving a shit. ‘Oh I’ll be doing enough naughty for the both of us, don’t you worry,’ she thought. “Yeah whatever, Mark. Good night.”
She climbed into her side of the bed, and he looked at her. “You’re coming to bed early too?”
Why wouldn’t he just shut up and go to sleep already?! “Um… Yeah Mark, I’m really tired. Now go to sleep!”
He rolled back over so they had their backs to each other, and he grumbled under his breath. “Geez, someone’s cranky tonight.”
He had no idea. But when things finally started to quiet down, and Rachel was about ready to start jumping for joy. Finally, that wonderful cock was all hers again! She was going to be cumming all night long!! Better check to see if he’s asleep first though.
“Mark?”
“Yeah?”
‘DAMMIT!!! STUPID FUCKING INSOMNIAC BASTARD!!!’ Taking a moment to calm herself, she answered through clenched teeth. “Um… Nothing Mark. Just checking to see if you were asleep.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I will be, if you give me more than twenty seconds before asking again.”
Biting down her frustration, she forced a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.”
Had it really only been twenty seconds? Man, she needed it bad! If he didn’t go to sleep soon, she’d just jump him and fuck him silly while he was awake, whether he wanted to or not. The thing was she really REALLY wanted him again while he was sleeping. Call it what you want, a fetish, an obsession, but Rachel wanted it. Now!
This time she stared at her digital clock to make sure she waited longer. Once Mark got to bed it didn’t usually take him long to doze off. She decided to give him five minutes, before she checked to see if he was asleep again. But as she watched the clock she came to realize something.
One minute was a really long time, let alone five! Barely two minutes had passed before she started to get frustrated. Was her stupid clock broken or something?! It hadn’t even reached three minutes yet, but it felt like she’d been watching it for hours! Oh wait there was minute number three. But could she really wait two more that was a long time! She needed to cum right now! Maybe if she slipped her hand down the front of her pants and teased her clit a little that would take the edge off?
No, no! She had waited all day do give it to Mark, she could wait two more minutes. Besides while she was thinking, the five minutes were probably already up, so she took another glance at her clock. Nope, hadn’t even hit minute four yet! … OH FUCK THIS, THREE AND A HALF MINUTES WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH!!!
“Mark?” She paused and there was no answer. Smiling she called a little louder. “Mark?!” Still no answer, so she rolled over and he still had his back to her. She grabbed his shoulder and shook it, and he still didn’t respond.
Jumping up onto her knees, she excitedly bounced up and down on her bed. Finally! Time to whip out that monster of his and put it somewhere nice and warm. In seconds her clothes were gone, her tracks and tank practically vanished. Now completely naked she pulled back the duvet from Mark, and pulled him from his side and onto his back.
This time she pulled his shirt open to reveal a surprisingly well muscled torso. Seems that big cock wasn’t the only thing he’d been hiding under those baggy clothes of his. And rather than pull his pants around his waist, this time she pulled them all the way off and tossed them over her shoulder. He wasn’t going to be needing those again anytime soon.
There was no hesitation tonight when she knelt down next to him and grabbed his cock. No erection tonight, but that was easily remedied. So she did one of the many things that she had fantasized about today, by stroking his length a few times then eagerly taking it into her mouth.
“Mmmm!” He started to harden immediately, and the feeling of power she got from that delighted her. He tasted so good, and it wasn’t long before he was rock hard and leaking pre-cum into her mouth. That just added to the delicious flavor and she came to a decision right there. She wasn’t going to stop.
Initially she had planned to suck him until he was hard enough to enter her aching and yearning young pussy. But now she remembered just how much she had enjoyed making him cum last night. And she found herself getting tremendously turned on by the prospect of making him cum, and having her face nice and close to witness and taste his pleasure.
That thought had her slurping away with even more enthusiasm and both her hands got in on it too. One hand running up and down the length of his shaft, the other cupping and massaging his balls; as she slurped vigorously on his cock head. It was so tasty, but she knew it was going to be even tastier once she got the creamy treat she wanted.
Mark sure had some staying power though. Rachel was pretty certain most guys his age would have cum by now under this treatment, but Mark just groaned and held back. He was such a stud. But whether he held back or not, she was going to get that cum. As she slurped harder dirty thoughts went through her mind. That cum was hers by right, but selfish Mark wanted to keep it from her. No matter though, he wouldn’t be able to hold back forever and soon that cream would be in her mouth where it belonged, getting swallowed.
In time she felt all the tell tale signs she had learned last night. His breathing got louder and quicker, his body started to tense up, he grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath him and his toes started the curl. Then the last most critical sign had her moaning anxiously and sucking harder than ever, when she felt his balls tightening in her hand.
The first shot of cock cream she’d ever had in her mouth hit the roof of her mouth and then pooled all over her tongue. Delicious! Many more spurts followed, and she kept massaging his balls and stroking his shaft to make sure it kept coming. And she moaned with pleasure as she gulped down everything he gave her. The truly shocking thing though was that she was cumming too, without even touching herself. And she was cumming hard. She’d never had an orgasm without at least touching herself before, and was shocked what a good one it was. She had been craving that first orgasm all day, and she knew there were many more to follow.
Mark had a lot of cum to give, but despite this Rachel knew it would never be enough. Proof of that was her disappointment when the spurts died down and her meal came to an end. She slurped his softening cock for a little longer for good measure, then sat up, swallowed a few more times than smacked her lips.
“Damn that was good,” she sighed. Smiling widely, she then crawled up the bed until her face was right next to his ear, then whispered, “your cum is sooo yummy, baby.” She giggled and pretended to listen to him as she grabbed his cock and stroked it until it started hardening again.
“What was that Mark? You want me to do that again? Well how about we slip this big cock of yours in my pussy for a while, and then when you’re ready to pop again I’ll finish you off with my mouth. Would you like that?” She pretended to listen again, and smiled evilly. “I knew you would.”
By now his penis had gotten a second wind thanks to Rachel’s diligent hand, and she didn’t waste a moment mounting him. She lowered her dripping wet pussy onto the hard tip of his cock, and then groaned as it slowly started to sink into her. Noting that there was absolutely no discomfort like there was last night; just pure pleasure.
She took her time sliding the full length in again, and just relished in the feeling of penetration as he gradually got deeper and deeper. It felt so good, she’d been wanting this all day, more than she’d ever wanted anything! Nothing could be better than this. As soon as she had every inch inside of her, she didn’t hesitate to start bouncing her hips so he started sliding in and out. And as horny as she was, it didn’t take long before she was approaching her second orgasm of the evening.
“Be a good boy and hold back that cum for me! Please! Rachel’s so horny tonight she needs to cum a lot on this big fat cock! Think you can do that for me, lover?”
Like last night her own naughty words got her even hotter, and moments later her inner muscles were tightening around his rod, and she was releasing her pleasure juices all over him. “Ohhh, yeah baby! More! I need more!”
She continued riding him, her hands running up and down his chest, and several times over the next half hour or so Rachel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her toes curled as she orgasmed. More than a few of them were intense multiple orgasms, that nearly had her passing out. But she wasn’t going to pass out; she was going to keep going until the whole day’s sexual tension was completely and utterly satisfied. And that was probably going to take all night.
Thankfully Mark, the big stud, was still holding off on cumming. And she was very excited by the knowledge that she was probably going to get to play with this nice hard cock for quite a while longer, before he came again. This was good because she’d only had eight orgasms so far, and only half of them were multiples. She wasn’t even close to being done yet.
She giggled at those thoughts. Most girls would give anything to have a guy that could give her eight orgasms in one sitting. And not only could Mark do that and more, he did it all in his sleep. Now how many girls could say that about their lovers?
Smiling she went on riding, twisting her hips every which way to heighten her own pleasure and his. She may have asked him to hold back, but what was the fun in making it too easy for him? She enjoyed a few more climaxes, but soon came to the most intense and prolonged orgasm of the evening. She groaned long and loud, biting her tongue to keep from screaming, and moving her hips in a blur to further prolong her own pleasure. Absently she gripped his shoulders and dug her nails in as she continued to cum.
“Rachel?”
She kept her eyes closed as she came down. Mark talked in his sleep a lot while she rode him, so she thought nothing of it. “Ohhh Mark, that was the best one yet!”
“Am I dreaming?”
Her eyes shot open and she looked down to his face. His eyes were half open, and he was sleepily looking up at her. Not quite fully awake yet, but almost. She had broken the skin with her nails when she had squeezed his shoulders just now. What was she going to do?! Thinking quickly she pressed her thumb gently into a pressure point in the side of his neck.
She had learned this trick from a Cosmo magazine, from one of the articles. If this point is pressed hard it will render a man unconscious, but more gentle pressure would cause a more sleepy and disoriented state. Looking down into Mark’s confused, sleepy eyes she smiled as a naughty idea crossed her mind. Keeping the pressure on his neck with her thumb, she resumed her riding.
“Yes, Mark. You’re dreaming,” she purred, huskily. “Do you like this dream?”
Disoriented and confused, Mark went with an instinctive answer and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Mmmm!” she moaned still riding and smiling down at her semi conscious lover. “Would you like to do something for me Mark? Something I’ve always wanted but never had? Please, I would enjoy it so much!”
Still on the edge of unconsciousness he answered without thinking. “Sure Rachel… Sure.”
Moaning in anticipation, Rachel lifted herself up off his swollen penis, and then shuffled forward on her knees. With a quick move of her hand, she moved it behind herself and put her thumb back to the point on his neck. Then she slowly lowered her dripping wet crotch onto his mouth.
“Lick my pussy, Mark. Please! Lick me out; I wanna feel your tongue sooo bad!”
Without any questions from him, he simply started licking as he was asked. And before long the most incredible pleasure rose up though her body, followed by the sounds of his slurping.
“Oh God, yes! I knew you’d be good Mark, keep licking! It’s just like a taco, never to be eaten in-Ahhh!!-in… haste! And if you keep it up it’s going to get very, very tasty! I promise! Mmmm!”
Rachel and Mark both groaned as he worked away at the offered meal. She had fantasized about this so many times, always knew a tongue would feel wonderful down there. But she never dreamed it would come close to being this good! She wasn’t going to let him stop, it was too good. Even if he wanted to stop, too bad! She’d eaten his cum, now it was his turn to eat hers!
“That’s it baby, sooo good! Now my clit, my… Ahhh, yesss! So close, I’m sooo close!! Nibble it, really gentle, nibble… Yeah! Yeah!! That’s it!! Cumming!! I’m… Cuuummiiinnnggg!!”
Rachel shuddered and her juices flowed into Mark’s mouth, which was followed soon after by more of his slurping. But she was just getting started; no way was he going to stop yet!
“You like that yummy pussy? Rachel loved that! And she wants more baby, more! Don’t stop!” And to her delight he didn’t stop. He continued to eat with gusto, and five more times that night there were sounds of Mark slurping as he made Rachel cum. She was in heaven. She was also going to be delighted the next time they did this, when she discovered that Mark was one of those people who ‘ate in their sleep’.
Climbing down from his face, she lowered herself onto his cock and returned it to its warm sheath. Then she looked into the still dazed eyes of her lover, smiling.
“That was sooo good Mark. Did you enjoy licking that for me?”
“Yes,” he replied groggily.
“Did it taste good? Would you like to do that for me every night?”
“Yes… God yes…”
“Good boy! Now its time to go back to sleep, baby.” Applying more pressure into the side of his neck, his eyes fluttered shut and he returned to his usual deep sleep. Then she started riding his cock again.
The total sex machine of a man managed to make Rachel cum three more times on his cock, before he started showing the warning signs of his own climax. She moved back until she was kneeling between his legs then took him into her mouth to finish him off. She noted that being coated in over an hour’s worth of her pussy juice made him even tastier than last time.
After receiving all that attention from her tight pussy, making him cum for the second time didn’t take too long. She stroked him with one hand while she sucked, and used her other hand to play with her pussy. And within moments she was cumming right along with him, and gulping down a second helping of her new favorite treat. This load seemed bigger than the last one, yet it still wasn’t enough, and she found herself disappointed when the flow started to stop.
She allowed his limp and completely drained dick to flop out of her mouth, knowing she wasn’t going to get much more use out of it for a while. Last night after she’d drained him for the second time, she’d tried to get it back up for a third round but it had stayed soft. Not that it mattered tonight though, she was thoroughly satisfied. It had been even better this time.
Wanting nothing more than to just curl up next to him and go to sleep, she took a few moments to pull her PJs back on, then slipped Mark’s pants onto him. She did however leave his pajama shirt open so she could cuddle up to him and rest her cheek on his bare chest. Then as she slowly drifted off to sleep, she came to a decision.
She was going to throw out her vibrator. She didn’t need it any more.
***
Again Mark awoke the next morning to the sun shining through Rachel’s bedroom window. And again he found his best friend snuggled up next to him, with her cheek rested on his chest. Only this time his shirt was wide open and his chest was bare.
“Um… Rachel?”
“Hmmm?” she asked, without opening her eyes.
“Should I start wearing a Teddy Bear outfit to bed, because this is the second time we’ve woken up like this.”
She smiled. “That sounds sexy.”
“Wait. What?!”
Finally she opened her eyes and looked up at him, still smiling. “Relax Mark. Kidding.”
He smiled back now. “A bit different from how you normally kid.”
She shrugged at that, and just closed her eyes again and lay back down. “I’m usually different this early in the morning.”
“Oh, okay.” He climbed out of bed and stretched. “I’m going to take a shower,Rachel. You catch some extra Zs if you need to.” Before leaving he grabbed Rachel’s Teddy from his perch on the bedside table and handed to her. “Here, to keep you company until I buy that outfit.”
She giggled at the joke, and cuddled the toy. “Thanks Mark.”
Mark walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him with a frown. He had felt weird last night, but now things were just getting freaky. He’d had the most intense and realistic wet dream of his life last night! And he thought the night before was good. Rachel had climbed onto his face and practically begged him to pleasure her with his tongue.
And boy did he ever! It was so real, and so vivid. He could actually smell her, and taste her delicious juices… Still could actually… Damn, must’ve been a good dream to leave a nice taste in his mouth. The weird thing thought was that after a dream like that he would have expected to have cum in his sleep, or at the very least woken up with a huge boner. But neither had happened. Stranger still, he didn’t even have the desire to masturbate.
He decided to just forget about that and count his blessings. If he had messed up Rachel’s sheets having a dream about her like that, he would’ve been so humiliated when he woke up. And if she’d woken to find his boner making a tent in his duvet, forget that! He didn’t even want to think how she’d react to that sight!
So yeah. He’d just count his blessings. He’d had hot vivid sex dreams two nights in a row, and no embarrassing after effects to explain to Rachel. Except he was really sweaty and… kinda sticky now. Mostly around his groin and face, but he chalked that up to sweating because of the sexy dreams. He’d jump in the shower to clean himself off, brush his teeth, and everything would be as good as new.
As he climbed in though, his thoughts went to something unrelated and completely weird. The plans for a new Xbox 360 game formed in his mind. Yeah! Zombie killing time!
***
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Adulteress’ Punishment – Part 3

Miranda’s cruel husband brings her forbidden bodyguard-lover to join the ‘party’ of torments he has planned for them. Will Miranda survive? Will Matthew? Or will Jake’s sadistic sexual torments be too much for them to bear?

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Broken Birds, Part 18, Full Circle

Part 18
Full Circle
They found her on a fairway of an exclusive golf course.
She lay where she had fallen, curled in a fetal position, her face resting in a pool of vomit. Duct tape wrapped around her head, eyes and ears prevented her from most sensory input. It had some writing on it. One earlobe hung down, ripped when they had used her earrings to impale her mouth. She still tasted the female juice, semen, feces and piss. She smelled foul. Her hands were taped behind her back. Dried blood caked her knees and one of her nipples. Fresh blood dripped onto her hideously bruised inner thighs. Dark, angry lines crisscrossed her ass, thighs and breasts.
The message written across the duct tape said, “Tell Robert how it feels.”
Mercifully, she would never remember the ride to the hospital or the horror of her examination.
Her first conscious memory was of her father yelling into his cell phone about castrating the bastards.
The nurse touched his arm, nodding to the bed. He quickly terminated the call and went to her bedside where his wife sat, holding her hand.
The girl lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, one eye covered with a patch where her eyelid had ripped when they removed the duct tape. Caked blood lined one nostril.
Her mother spoke in soft, gentle tones, trying to reach her. It was no use. The girl was reliving a nightmare she could not understand.
Finally a nurse came in and injected a liquid into the drip and the girl closed her eyes, never having moved an inch or uttered a sound.
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“I’m sorry Senator,” the graying female trauma counselor said softly, “She’s trying to process it all. She’ll begin reacting when she’s ready. I have no idea when. When she does come out of it, she’ll need a lot of love and help.”
“But she’ll be OK, right?” asked her mother.
“I don’t know, Mrs. McDale. I hope so, but there are no guarantees.”
He took his wife in his arms as she started sobbing uncontrollably. Senator McDale’s blood pressure caused his face to redden and bulge, but he comforted her.
A State Police Captain approached him.
“Do you have the bastards that did this to her?” he demanded.
The Captain looked unhappy. “They apparently used condoms, so there’s no DNA. They washed her down, flushed her colon and douched her thoroughly, so most forensics are gone. No fingerprints that we could find. They used common tape and marker. She walked quite a way based on her foot cuts, so we don’t even know where they put her out. No fingernail scrapings. They apparently came up from behind and used an electric prod to subdue her. She’s not able to tell us anything. This was a planned attack. Based on the message, it was by someone angry with your son. We’ll look into other complaints against him. There were a number of girls that came forward after that Shannon girl’s message. We’ll check them out.”
“In other words, you have nothing.”
The Captain nodded.
“Do you think it has anything to do with the Shannon girl?” he asked reluctantly.
“I don’t think so. It would make no sense. That was several years ago. If her family or friends wanted to hurt Robert, they had a perfect opportunity. Instead, she helped him. She’s a rape victim. After what she went through, I doubt she could even think about hurting another woman that way,” he thought a minute, “I think it is probably the brother of a victim. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing if the victim is one of those that came forward.”
Actually the Captain had a pretty good idea of the attackers, or at least two of them. He also knew he would never prove it. Sons of the rich almost never got charged. His sister had not been raped, but his girlfriend had.
The nurse scuttled in, asking the McDales to come with her.
The doctor sat with them. She was a younger version of the trauma counselor, slender with kind eyes.
“Physically, your daughter sustained a number of injuries. First, when the cops ripped the tape off, they damaged her eyelid. That needs to be repaired immediately as those nerves and muscles are pretty complex and can be permanently damaged easily.” They nodded. The doctor signaled to the nurse. “Get the room ready.”
“Second she has sphincter and vaginal tearing that we’ll need to repair. Fortunately, her cervix and uterus are OK. She has esophageal bruising, but not so severe that we needed to do a tracheotomy.”
“She has jaw bruising and possible ligament damage from having her jaw stretched too far by some sort of dental device. She also has some lung damage from ingesting urine or vomit.”
Mrs. McDale sobbed uncontrollably. The doctor patted her hand. “All of that we can fix, but I can’t promise anything about her emotional health.”
Senator McDale was famous for holding composure when others lost theirs. His mind raced, knowing there was something that had been said that might help.
His eyes tightened at the thought. The Shannon girl had come through her hell. He wondered how. He knew Peter was dead, but Senator McDale had many friends. He had to find out, completely forgetting his word to Peter.
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Two days later Tim called on the sattelite phone, never a good sign. He explained what had happened and what the Senator wanted for his daughter.
The last thing Michael wanted was to help McDale again. Beth had nightmares for weeks after giving her statement. Now he wanted her to break cover and expose herself.
First he went to Alice and explained. Alice knew Beth well. It had to be her decision.
They found Beth in animated discussion with Maria. Maria had blossomed in the days since they made love, becoming quietly confident rather than insecurely cocky. She had been right after all. Even Alice agreed. They had fixed her, after a fashion.
After explaining that the McDales wanted Beth to come to them, she looked at Michael. Inside she fought her natural empathy with her own needs. It was a testament to her recovery when she said, “No. I won’t be away from you or the girls for months helping her.”
Alice put a hand on Michael’s arm. “Would it be safe to bring her here? We have Alice and Jennifer.”
“I’ll have to think about that one,” Michael said trying to buy time, his mind racing, slowly shaking his head. Rafaela and the Walsh women were still too vulnerable.
He phoned Tim. “Tim, what if we brought the girl to a neutral place or here? Beth won’t be away from us and, I Goddamn well don’t want to be away from her. What about the safe house in South Australia?”
“Let me check if we can get some surrounding houses.”
“Don’t commit to anything yet, I just want to know my options.”
He returned to Beth and Alice and explained the possible option.
Tim called back and said he could make it happen, though it would be expensive, but the Senator would pay.
Tim contacted a friend who, in turn, contacted the Senator. It was weak security at best, but Tim also saw the upside. If he helped the Senator’s daughter, his security work would double or triple.
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Senator McDale took his laptop into his daughter’s room, her refuge from the world since being discharged from the hospital. The doctors were hopeful that her eyelid repair would work, but privately they doubted it. The tear had cut major nerves.
The trauma counselors were concerned with both Kat and Robert who blamed himself for her rape.
She had been lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. She rolled away from him, hiding the bandage over her eye. She gasped as the movement ripped new scar tissue from the stitches in her vaginal floor.
“Come on Honey. I wanted to show you something.”
He opened the laptop and played the message from Beth.
A lovely blonde woman was on the screen, “Hello Kat,” she said softly, “my name is Beth, and yes, I was raped by your brother.” She paused as a brief flashback of Robert on top of her sent chills down her back.
“I won’t lie to you. I still remember that terrible night and will for the rest of my life. But with the help of an incredible man and my family, I’ve learned to live, love and laugh again.”
“I’ve been told you’ve seen my before and after video, so you know it can be done. I can’t promise it will help, but if you like, we’d like to try to help. But I will not abandon my family, even for you, so it will mean leaving your family for a time, maybe a long time. I know, I am still healing.”
“So it’s really up to you. Reach out to people that have been through the hideously painful hell you’re in or sink ever deeper into it.” Beth paused.
“If you’re coming, Honey, come soon. You won’t be sorry.”
Kat looked up at her father, her lower lip quivering. The pain in her eyes ripped his soul.
“Do you want to go, Honey?”
She nodded many times, over and over, “it can be done…” For the first time since her rape, she slept without pills that night, clinging to the hope of salvation from another tortured soul.
Robert came home from his University two days later to say goodbye. He and Kat had always been close. Kat was preparing to leave. He looked into her eye and saw the unbearable agony, understanding for the first time the terrible impact of the rapes. He reached out to her. She just looked at him, her face blank.
“Now do you understand?” She walked away, tears filling her eyes.
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Tim had arranged the trip so Michael, the harem and Michaela would be settled into the safe house in St Kilda before Kat arrived in Melbourne. It was far smaller than the main house, but comfortable nonetheless with three stories. The difference between Queensland and South Australia in winter was, however, quite large.
Michael began to regret the trip. The girls were uncomfortable and snappish being away from their home for a total stranger.
The moment Kat walked in the door, however maternal and empathic instincts kicked in.
Beth hugged her first, feeling Kat shaking, then handed her off to Rachael who stroked her hair, telling her it would be all right. Each of the girls hugged her. Finally she stood in front of Michael who held Michaela.
He put one arm around Kat’s shoulders and spoke to Michaela, “Meet your aunt Kat.”
Alice watched with open admiration as Kat began to relax, “Hi Michaela,” she cooed putting out her finger to be grasped. Alice thought wryly that she should just give up and let Michael sort things out.
After three days, Kat was part of the family; after seven, she knew the basics, but no last names or geographic information about each of them; after two weeks of intensive therapy she had stopped descending into her private hell. Now she had to climb out.
Unfortunately, her eyelid nerves had been damaged and the lid drooped disconsolately, so she was reminded of her rape every day. It became the center of her hell until one day, feeling sorry for herself, she wailed, “I’m ruined” in front of Shoshana and Beth. Shoshana slapped her. Not hard, but it was a slap. Shoshana was so kind and gentle that you could have heard a pin drop.
“Don’t say that. You’re not perfect, but you never were! Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Beth my mom or I would trade places with you in a New York minute! You can create life. We can’t. What’s more important, holding your child to your breast or a drooping eyelid? We gave up our lives to help you and all you can do is feel sorry for yourself!” Shoshana stormed off.
Time seemed to stand still.
Slowly, as if in slow motion, Kat’s face seemed to come apart, tears of shame streaming down her face, as she repeated, “I’m sorry.”
Alice took her into her arms. Shoshana had played her part perfectly. Not even Michael knew, but his eyes suspected.
That night was a harrowing trip through hell for both Kat and Alice. By taking away her sight and sound, her rapists had intensified her other senses, indelibly printing each and every moment in her brain. As Michael rose early the next morning, he found Alice sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine.
“Shoshana slapping her was a set up wasn’t it?”
Alice nodded, “Kat was stuck. I didn’t want you to un-stick her, so Shosh and I worked out the little play.”
“Now?”
“A couple more weeks and she’ll at least be functional.” Alice hesitated, “She could use a change of scenery. We all could. Can you see what Tim thinks about us going home?”
Kat slept till noon, coming out as they were eating lunch. She looked different. She went over to Shoshana, pulled back her hand as if to hit her and, seeing Shoshana’s eyes widen, threw her arms around her. “You’re a pretty good actress.” Giggling.
“I think I would have liked Michael’s way better,” she said smiling.
As they ate, she interacted with the family as an equal, not a victim.
“Kat, I have a big question to ask. Can you keep a secret? I mean really keep one, no matter what?” Michael asked, searching her face.
She looked at him a bit fearfully, but answered with conviction, “If it’s important, I swear I will.”
Each of them looked her in the eye, “then I think you better pack. We’re leaving tomorrow. We’re going home. A home you can never tell anyone about. Deal?”
She nodded firmly.
Their relief was obvious when they entered the main house. Within hours, they were in the lap pool with Michaela cooing happily in Kat’s arms.
Whereas the focus had been on helping Kat at the safe house, the focus in the compound switched back to the Michael and his harem. How a woman could share her man puzzled Kat. She approached Beth and asked, knowing that it had been her decision.
“Two parts to the answer. First, I had come to love Rachael, Lynne and Shoshana while we were in hiding. The others came one at a time. Rafaela, Alice, Jennifer and Maria joined. It’s a little sad for me, but they all need my Dad and they make sure I am happy. When I get down, he makes sure to refill my love bucket, and I don’t mean my pussy.” She grinned, knowing she had shocked Kat.
“The other part was practical. I can’t make a child. God knows, I would give anything to hold a baby I had made with Dad, but it just wasn’t possible, so I will be the aunt who looks great in a bikini!”
Kat realized just how much Beth meant to her. “Do you think your Dad would let me give him a child?
Beth shook her head slowly. “He could never live apart from his child and you have a world to return to. Besides, any sharing has to be agreed by his entire harem.”
“But you come first. Everyone knows that.”
Beth just smiled and left the room. In the bedroom, she wept for happiness. Dad was right, he’d loved her longest and would never leave her.
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That night, Kat had a nightmare reliving her rape in vivid detail.
She felt a jab of something with two points. Her body exploded as the stun baton discharged into her back.
The strong arm across her throat, while others grabbed her arms, quickly taping her hands behind her back. She tried to kick, but her legs would not obey. Each leg was caught, effectively immobilizing her. Then the tape across her eyes and ears. She was on the ground, twisting and trying to get enough air to scream…”
“Get it in her Goddamn mouth,” she heard faintly through the tape. Something metallic tasting was jammed in her mouth, the lips of the device folded over her lower and upper teeth. Two strong hands pried her mouth open wide. She could hear and feel it clicking by her ears as it ratcheted open, holding her mouth obscenely stretched open. A rag was stuffed in to prevent any sound escaping.
Her captor twisted her around and slammed her face first into the ground, knocking the wind out of her. Other hands picked her up and she felt herself being thrown in the trunk of a car. She tried to kick, but her body wouldn’t obey her. As the short circuits calmed, she tried to make enough noise to attract help, but they had chosen their route carefully.
She heard and felt the trunk open and kicked out hoping to catch one of them unwary. A hand slapped her face hard.
She was carried down a flight of stairs and dumped on a bed. As she continued to struggle, something with points was pressed against her pussy with only her thin thong as protection. Unimaginable pain shot through her body as electric shock passed through her clit into her body. Whoever used it, knew how to cause a woman unbelievable pain!
She could hear faint mumbling, but the center of her being was her clit. They stripped her, cutting her shirt and bra clear so her hands remained bound. Once naked, strong hands pulled her into a kneeling position. She felt the bed sag near her head. The rag was pulled from her stretched mouth and was replaced by a man’s shaft. She had performed a few blow jobs, but this penis tasted and smelled funny.
Behind her a man fumbled a bit and slid his condom clad cock along her opening to part her inner lips, finally finding his target. He grasped her hips and thrust forward brutally. The condom insulated his cock from the brutal chaffing of her dry tunnel. As she tried to scream, the cock in her mouth slammed against the back of her throat. The man in front pinched her nose, forcing her to gasp for air and open her throat. On the next thrust into her pussy, his cock entered her throat.
Her mind reeled at the double penetration. The man in front pulled her forward violently by her ears, ripping an earring out as it tore through her earlobe. His cock started to pulse, sending jets of semen down her throat. She desperately pulled back, trying to clear her air passage. His hands let her go and she violently impaled herself on the rapist behind her. In her dark, silent world of pain, another pair of hands pulled her face up and another cock shoved roughly into her mouth.
She felt the man behind pulse and shoot his cum into the condom. Another man took his place, but aimed higher. He at least used a lubricated condom, but she felt her sphincter rip as he thrust forward without preparing her in any way. She felt every bulge and vein of the impaling cocks. They hammered her in rhythm. The man at her head shot his cum into her mouth.
The man behind began circling his hips, ripping her sphincter a little more with each movement. A thin wooden switch slashed across her back. Her muscles tightened involuntarily, her damaged ass contracted. Again and again the switch found her back and ass. After an eternity of pain, he shot his semen into his condom.
They used it on the back of her thighs, then her feet.
They flipped her over. A woman lowered her dripping pussy over her mouth, rubbing her slit on her nose and lips, brutally twisting her nipples. She screamed into the wet folds, unintentionally extending her tongue. The pain in her nipples subsided. She understood and began to lick the slick labia above her mouth. Another man pushed her legs high, the woman on her face pulled them further, locking them behind her back, effectively bending her in half. The position exposed her violated ass and ravaged pussy.
An enormous cock slammed into her ass. Mercifully, she had passed beyond pain into numbness. After him, another man slid into her pussy. The woman moved and a man’s ass replaced her pussy, twisting her nipples until she extended her tongue and licked his ass hole.
Six men and one woman used her. Finally they released her legs. They picked her up and laid her on a cold tiled floor. A woman’s hands pushed her down. She lay on her back as they began to urinate into her open mouth. Female fingers pinched her nose closed so she had to swallow the pee to breathe. She vomited. More pee poured into her stretched mouth. She swallowed and vomited again.
A feces covered cloth was finally shoved into her mouth to keep her quiet. Soft, female hands spread her pussy lips. The cold prongs pressed again and Kat’s world exploded into a universe of pain.
She remembered being in a cold shower and then being back into the trunk of a car. She curled into a ball n the trunk, in part from cold, but more because she was broken. They pulled her from the trunk. She could feel them writing something on the tape, removed the rag and mouth device and kicked her to the ground. Someone delivered one final kick to her solar plexus to immobilize her as they escaped.
She heard them drive off and began to crawl and stumble away from the car noise. She could feel the blood running down her leg, smell their urine and taste their feces.
She was screaming, feeling the pain and humiliation. She violently shoved away loving arms until steely arms engulfed her. She slashed with her nails and connected. Then her arms were pinned to her sides. She tried to knee him, but he easily dodged. He lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes snapped open. Her first thought was that Michael was raping her. But she saw the other women.
“You back in control, Honey?” he asked with genuine concern in his voice.
“God, you’re strong,” he felt the deep scratches on his face now dripping blood, “and good with your nails,” he chuckled.
“Why’d you kiss me?”
“You were out of control. We were afraid you’d hurt yourself. When that happened with Beth, I kissed her. She snapped out of it. I took a chance you’d wakeup too.”
Kat surveyed her room. Broken glass from broken picture frames littered the rooms. She looked at her hand and saw blood.
Jennifer had been riding his cock in a reverse cowgirl position when they heard Kat’s screams. She looked sadly at the retreating harem. Now she was their doctor.
“We’ll clean it up in the morning. Use the spare bedroom.”
“Go with them,” Kat said to Alice and Jennifer. Kat felt very guilty. Both shook their heads.
“Michael, you better come too. Those are pretty deep,” Jennifer said as she looked carefully at the scratches.
They led Michael and Kat to the infirmary.
As Jennifer treated her hand, Alice listened as Kat detailed her rape. After detailing the use of the taser on her clit, Jennifer put on a band with a magnifying glass. She had Kat lie with her feet in the stirrups. She found a tiny burn scar with a little blood clot beneath on the underside of Kat’s clit.
“Fuck!” Jenifer spat, “What kind of an OB/GYN missed this?” Turning to a frightened Kat, “Sorry Honey. Why didn’t you tell me you hurt?” Kat looked near to tears.
“I was afraid I’d been ruined.” She wailed, sitting up.
Jennifer gently pushed her down. “I’ll fix you up.”
Then Jennifer went to Michael. “Dueling scar or stitches?” Normally Michael really didn’t care, but he thought about Kat. “Better stitch it up, Honey. I don’t want Kat looking at my mug and remembering her rape.”
Jennifer went to work.
Twenty minutes later with Michael stitched up, they slowly walked back with them to the main house, to home.

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