In Bondage Daughter
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of 
war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins 
forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide 
them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience. 

In IN BONDAGE DAUGHTER, Christina Jamison finds herself in just such a 
situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual 
acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of 
character she never realized she had. 

Christina suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes 
through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Leave me alone!" 

Donna Jamison backed away, both hands covering her mouth. She never should 
have come here, never should have given in to her curiosity. 

"You don't want that, baby! Come on, you wanna be friendly with us, 
don'tcha?" 

Mike Faddis was crumbling a beer can in one hand, laughing at the attractive 
thirty-six-year-old blonde who was stumbling over her own feet. His broad 
chest and hairy belly were slick with perspiration as he kicked aside a 
small table and started for the frightened woman once more. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Donna gasped, her scalp crawling 
while chills rushed up and down her spine. She had been curious about the 
three men who had moved in next to her and her daughter. For two weeks no 
one had really seen them. Cars came and went. But that was usually late at 
night. What did they do? None of the neighbors seemed to know or 
particularly cared. 

But curiosity was killing Donna. Once or twice she had spotted Mike and his 
brothers Jack and Jeff. They were working on something in the garage and 
Donna watched them from her kitchen window. Three men-three handsome men 
moving in next to her. It was almost too good, too tempting to be true. It 
had been nearly four years since her husband Greig had passed away, leaving 
her with an adolescent daughter to raise. It had been difficult, but Donna 
had never complained. Of course, she had thought about dating. But with 
Christina around, it would have been too complicated. 

During the last year, Donna had felt the loneliness of not having a man 
around the house. Christina had her own set of friends and was spending less 
and less time with her. Donna had a part-time job at the library, something 
both to fill her time and bring in some extra cash. But there was still a 
void in her life, an abyss which only a man could fill. How many times did 
she lie in bed, her hands smoothing over her flat belly, rubbing over her 
stiffened nipples, touching her fur-edged cunt as juice bubbled out? She 
would think of men then-faceless bodies chasing her, catching her and 
mounting her. Those were wicked, wicked daydreams. But they were becoming 
more and more frequent as time passed on. 

"Baby, you got that hungry look in your eyes. I can spot something like that 
a mile away," Mike said, throwing the beer can to one side. "You probably 
been spyin' on me and my brothers all along, huh? Bet you been sittin' there 
by the kitchen window and rubbin' your cunt while we was workin' in the 
garage." 

"Let me out of here!" Donna screamed. 

When the Faddis brothers had moved in, Donna had been at the peak of her 
frustration. She had watched the three handsome, rugged men move around the 
yard for the first few days and found herself fantasizing about them. She 
thought of them in her bed, one of them holding her, fucking her. At night 
her dreams were filled with Mike or Jack or Jeff chasing her, their long 
thick cocks sticking straight out from their pants, dripping with cum while 
she thrashed on the bed, waiting for them to mount her. 

But, of course, she had done nothing ... until today. When Donna saw two of 
the brothers leaving in their pick-up, she had decided to be bold. Christina 
was at school and wouldn't be home for another four hours. Gathering her 
courage, Donna crossed the yard, making sure none of the neighbors spotted 
her. At the rear door she made up some cock-and-bull story about wanting to 
borrow some fuses. 

Mike had stood there, beer in hand, peering at her through the dirty screen 
door. Nodding, he let her in, foraged around in several drawers and came up 
with the required fuses. It was at that point he stopped, studied the 
nervous woman, then decided she needed something more than what she'd come 
for. 

"You'll get outta here ... when I've finished with you." 

"No!" 

Donna tried running around him. But Mike was faster. He grabbed her wrist. 

"Oh, you're hurting me!" she wailed. He was twisting her wrist around, 
bending her arm back behind her. Pain shot up her arm to her shoulder, 
taking away her breath. 

Donna winced, her face blanching as she felt her knees giving way. 

Mike snorted out a laugh, giving her arm another hard twist and sending her 
to the floor. 

"Ohhhh..." 

Bright lights popped in front of her. Gasping, the attractive blonde begged 
him to let her go. 

"I've got a daughter. Please, please don't do anything to me!" she begged, 
tears welling up in her eyes. Her fantasy was exploding into a nightmare. 

"You want me to fuck your daughter too? Seen her once or twice. A little 
snot, but bet she's got one hell of a hot, tight cunt," Mike said, releasing 
her hand. 

Christina! They've been watching her daughter! The idea they might harm her 
daughter sickened her. Again Donna tried scrambling up from the floor. 

"Not so fast!" 

Mike was unbuckling his belt, sliding the black leather through his pant 
loops. For a moment he hesitated, tapping the leather against his dirty 
Levi's. Donna saw the belt and cringed back. Was he going to whip her? 
Already she could feel the leather stinging her flesh. 

"Sit up." Mike's tone of voice was authoritative, demanding. 

Donna shook her head, covering her tits with both hands. 

"You heard me," Mike growled, peering down at her with slitted eyes. 

Donna trembled, sorry she had ever come over here. She should have been 
satisfied with her fantasy. 

"Dumb slut!" 

When she hesitated, Mike pressed his lips tightly together, narrowing his 
eyes even more, reaching down to her long blonde hair. He grabbed the 
strands, curling them around his dirty fingers and yanked up. 

Donna yelped, her head snapping up. She thought she could hear bones 
cracking in her neck as the big man pulled her hair. He jerked her close, 
her mouth striking the side of his riding boot. Her lower lip cracked from 
the force of the blow. She could taste blood!" 

Desperately Donna tried to wriggle away. She pushed him, curling her fingers 
and digging the nails into his wrists. Mike laughed, tugging her hair, 
threatening to snatch her bald if she didn't cooperate. When the pain in her 
scalp became unbearable, Donna fell limp, her arms dropping to her sides. 

"Better. I ain't gonna hurt you ... too much, anyways," Mike said. He pulled 
her by the hair to the center of the kitchen, pushing her down to the floor. 

Donna cried out, her head striking one leg of the kitchen table. 

"Gonna give you what you been wantin' for a long time," Mike said, raising 
one hand over his head. 

Donna saw the move and flinched. He was crazy, drunk and crazy. He was going 
to hit her. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. 
Instinctively, she cringed. 

"No, oh no!" she whimpered, covering her face with one hand and sliding back 
against one wall. 

She saw his hard-on pressing up against the front of his Levi's. Donna could 
well imagine how big his cock was. She felt a spasm pass through her pussy. 
Even in the middle of her terror, she couldn't deny there was some positive 
arousal involved in all this. Still Donna wasn't ready to place her head on 
the chopping block simply for a little sex-play. 

"Come on, baby, come on. We're gonna party ... really have a good time 
before my brothers get back. And then, if you wanna, they'll show you one 
hell of a fuckin' good time," Mike said, his lips curling into a cynical 
smile. 

"No!" 

Donna heard his heavy breathing, saw his eyes-those eyes, that looked like a 
sewer rat's! He was going to beat her, beat her, then fuck her. Some men 
were like that. And she had stumbled onto three of them living right next to 
her! "Yeah, baby, yeah." 

Donna trembled with terror the more he smiled down at her. Her hands slid 
along the dirty kitchen floor. 

Then he raised his hand again, his fingers fanning out. It was too late for 
her to scramble under a table, to protect herself. Even as she drew herself 
into a ball, his hand came down, slicing through the air. 

There was the sound of the slap followed immediately by her quavering 
scream. The force of his blow had jerked her head to one side, forcing her 
to roll half over on one side. 

"Come on." 

The big man's breathing was heavy, raspy. She felt his hands gripping her, 
pulling her away from the wall. Donna cried out, her hair curtaining her 
face. She could still feel the stinging marks where his fingers had slapped 
her cheek. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as Mike dragged her 
from the kitchen, his hands around her waist, her legs trailing out behind 
her. 

Carpeting. They were in the living room. Donna caught half-glimpses of old 
furniture and tables scattered around. Ashtrays were filled with cigarette 
butts while beer cans lay in various corners. The house had never been one 
of the best in the neighborhood. But now it was a first-class slum. 

"Yeah, a good hot fuck. Man, I ain't had one in a couple of days. And I'll 
bet it's been a lot longer for you, baby." 

She whimpered. The smell of his alcoholic breath and the knowledge that he 
would be brutal terrified her. But it terrified her in an awful, 
inexplicable way. She was feeling a sexual thrill that intensified as more 
fear filled her mind. She shook her head, her thoughts becoming terribly 
confused. 

"Quit whining." 

Mike let her cry a little bit, resting his ass on the armrest of the sofa. 
Soon the excitement in the living room peaked. 

"I ain't got all day, man, and I'm gonna have a piece of your ass right 
now," he said, rubbing the bulge of his cock. 

Donna was on her back now. She watched as he unbuttoned his Levi's, pulling 
them open with one yank. For a moment she couldn't believe what she saw. 
Blinking, shaking her head, she stared at the big piece of meat that had 
sprung from between his legs! Huge! God, something like that didn't belong 
on a man. Certainly a horse or a donkey would have been more appropriate! 

Donna jerked back, her head striking the sofa. Digging her heels in, Donna 
scooted across the floor, her rounded eyes fixed on his long, fat prick. 

"Nice, huh?" Mike said, stopping for a moment and sliding his fingers along 
the ten-inch length of his prick. 

He spread the pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit, greasing down his long 
thick pole. Donna stared at his cock, at his low-hanging hairy nuts that 
slowly began to rise, pressing up against his cock root. This couldn't be 
happening to her! It was a dream, a nightmare! 

"No..." she gasped. 

The image of his cock burned into her brain. Cock! Dick! It was going to 
happen to her. This man was going to fuck her. She could see it in his eyes. 
And there was nothing in the world she could do. 

"Oh, no, no! Donna sobbed, her back against the wall. 

Clenching her fingers into two fists, she pressed them to the floor. She was 
dizzy with fright. 

"Gonna be good and hot." Mike smiled. 

Mike pushed his Levi's down to the tops of his boots. The sour smell of his 
unwashed groin washed over her. Donna wrinkled up her nose, turning her face 
away. She didn't want to admit that this odor was triggering her into high 
heat. She thought of her husband, of that same odor when he'd come home from 
work and wanted to fuck right then and there. There was no bathing before 
fucking. He took her from the kitchen, the dinner still half-made, Christina 
playing outside with her friends-he took her to bed, stripped her and fucked 
her with little ceremony. And Donna had loved that! She twisted and turned 
under her husband's sweaty body, the smells of the day seemed like perfume 
to her as she bounced her ass wildly across the bed. 

"No!" Donna screamed. 

He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking against his thighs. 

"Come on, baby, come on and take my prick." 

It was wrong, awful! But her tits were swelling, swelling with lust. A spasm 
passed through her tits, slamming into her cunt and taking her breath away. 
Her clit was tingling madly while cunt juice began seeping from her 
fuck-hole. She could feel her panties clinging uncomfortably to her outer 
cunt lips as she wiggled back. 

Mike came at her, his hand raised again. The watch on his wrist glistened. 
He stopped in front of her, his cheeks twitching. Then his arm came down 
fast. 

Donna screamed, her throat hurting from her cries. 

His hand came down on the right side of her head, stunning her. As she 
started to fall forward, Mike wrapped his fingers around her hair. 

When Donna groaned louder, he dragged her to the center of the room. She 
didn't try to get away. It was hopeless. Her only recourse was to remain 
placid, to let him do what he would and then crawl away when he was 
finished. 

Her eyelids fluttered as the pain in her scalp became horrible. And then he 
dropped her. She was resting against a chair. 

Suddenly Donna realized that Mike was down on the floor, pawing her tits. 

"Oh, oh!" 

His big callused fingers were struggling with her blouse buttons. Muttering 
a curse, Mike ripped the garment open, tearing it from her shoulders. 

The ripping sounds of the torn material made Donna more terrified than ever. 
Her eyes widened while she pleaded with him not to hurt her. 

"Bitch." 

Throwing the ripped blouse to one side, Mike found her bra strap and pulled. 
Donna cried out, feeling the elastic cutting into her flesh. He was swearing 
again, fumbling around the buckle. With another curse he un-snapped her bra, 
slipping it off her body. 

"Man, man, you've got real nice tits, baby. I've seen you outside some times 
and wondered about whether you padded your fuckin' bra or not. But, man, you 
got the real stuff." 

When her tits sprang free, Donna had yelped, instinctively raising both arms 
to protect her modesty. 

Mike laughed, knocking her arms aside. He forced her hands to her sides, 
twisting her arm around off the chair and back down onto the floor. She 
could feel his breath blowing against her throat and tits as he held her 
hands pinned to the floor. 

"No modesty here, baby. We're gonna have a good time ... my way, 
understand?" 

Donna nodded tentatively, wishing she could die right then and there. 

"And my way's gonna turn you on. I mean, really turn you on." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Ughhhhh!" 

Donna jerked her head away when Mike tried kissing her. She wouldn't have 
his filthy mouth covering hers! She would bite off his tongue if he tried 
something like that! 

"Playin' hard to get, huh? Hard to get when you're hot like a bitch. Man, 
don't it beat all," Mike said, chuckling as he hiked up her skirt. "And 
don't think you can get away from here 'til I let you go. Try it and I'm 
gonna bounce you off these fuckin' walls!" 

He didn't have to threaten her. Donna knew what he was capable of. 

"No, no, I won't try anything ... I promise!" Donna wailed. 

"Good. Now, I'm gonna eat myself a little muff pie." 

Mike reached up and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down over her thighs. 
Next came the panties. Donna resisted for a while, pressing her ass down 
hard against the carpeting. But it was hopeless. She felt his fingers 
curling around the elastic waistband of her panties, felt the material being 
tugged off her slender hips. 

She was crying out, clenching her fingers into fists and pounding the floor 
as she felt her panties sliding down. They slipped past her hips, down over 
her thighs, her ankles, her toes, then they were gone! Naked! She was stark 
naked now, completely vulnerable to the young man panting over her. 

"Nice body, baby. Shit, you look like a fuckin' teeny bop. It's gonna be one 
hell of a trip fuckin' the shit outta you." 

All that talk, all the waiting was working strangely on her mind. Mike was 
on his knees now, his thumbs and fingers spreading her thighs apart. She 
felt her cunt lips unsticking, peeling back as they filled with more and 
more blood. 

"Yeah, oh yeah. You got juice comin' outta you. You're really steamin' down 
there, baby." 

"I don't know ... don't know what you're talking about?" 

She could feel the juice, feel it slicking dowrt her cuntal walls, oozing 
down her ass crack and dribbling into her ass-hole. Yes, she was hot, very, 
very hot! And nothing she could do could disguise the fact. 

"Yeah. You keep foolin' yourself if it helps, bitch. I'm gonna start eatin' 
you out and you're gonna dig it!" 

As her fear mounted, sweat oozed out of every pore, slicking down her body. 
As he dropped down to her pussy, she could feel his breath blowing over her 
pussy hairs. It felt wonderful, yet horrible! Her thighs flexed, her ass 
raising slightly while she cried out. 

Her husband had tongued her several times on the pussy, wriggling his tongue 
in and out. But they had never really explored oral sex that much. He had 
been into fucking her cunt ... long and hard. And certainly Donna had never 
thought about changing his pattern. Fucking had more than satisfied her 
during their marriage. But now she was going to have the experience she'd 
often dreamed about-and from a man who was brutalizing her at the same time! 

"Ooohhhh!" she sighed. 

When his tongue touched her cunt for the . first time, Donna thought someone 
had touched her pussy with a live electric wire. Arching her back, wallowing 
her shoulder-blades against the carpet. Donna felt sparks showering into her 
cunt. 

"No, stop!" 

But it was the last thing in the world she wanted him to do. She didn't want 
him to stop. As she writhed under him, tried pushing him away, Donna 
secretly wanted more of his mouth. She wanted to feel his tongue touching 
her pussy, licking between her white shivering legs. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh!" 

There was a rough rub of Mike's lips as they forced her cunt lips apart. It 
was a furious sensation. She tried wiggling away. And then his tongue 
touched her clit. It was as if she were in an elevator crashing down-down 
from terrible heights! Having his mouth against her swelling cunt drove away 
whatever doubts she might have had about this man. He was awful, would hurt 
her if he could, but at the moment he was giving her such pleasure, the 
pleasure she had been searching for ever since her husband had died four 
years ago. 

"No, no, it's ... it's awful, horrible!" she whispered. 

But Donna couldn't keep her head from rolling from side to side. She 
couldn't stop the juices flowing from the seepy lining of her cunt. She knew 
she didn't have the willpower to make him stop. He had her pussy spread wide 
open there, completely helpless. He was forcing her to submit to him. 

"Uggghhhhh ... oohhhhhhh!" 

"Baby, I knew I'd have you beggin' for it. Man, you can't stop once you get 
goin', " Mike breathed, licking up and down on her inner thighs. His eyes 
brightened when he saw her flexing her thigh muscles, her tendons bulging 
against the white flesh. 

"Ohhhhh!" Donna gasped. 

Her tits heaved as Mike licked her cunt. He was moving his head from side to 
side, growling and burrowing deeper between her pussy lips. She could feel 
the flooding juices of her pussy seeping from her hot hole. The tickling of 
his tonguing was rough-but she loved it. 

Now he moved up a little higher, teasing her with the tip of his tongue, 
drawing it around the rubbery rim of her cunt. She stiffened, rocking her 
body from side to side. Donna felt her big tits slapping together, felt her 
nipples throbbing in time to her clit. Her clit was throbbing with lust. She 
couldn't deny the wild sensations pouring through her body now. 

"Oh no! Nooo!" 

He was holding her cunt lips apart while he scoured her wet pussy with his 
tongue. It felt wonderful. Greig had never been this exotic with his pussy 
licking. Mike was growling like a dog, licking at her drooling pussy as if 
his life depended on it. She felt the scratchiness of his unshaven cheeks 
against her thighs and went wild. His strong fingers cut into the muscles 
just above her knees. He was spreading her pussy farther apart. She felt as 
if she were being split in two. And yet that wonderful tension was somehow 
adding to the steady friction of his mouth and tongue against her slick 
cunt. 

Donna started moving her hips. It would have been impossible for her not to. 
She knew it was wrong to respond this way. Still she couldn't keep still 
under all that oral manipulation. 

Frantic, Donna dug at the carpet, tossing her head from side to side. She 
felt her hair tangling around her throat and ears. And then Mike was pusing 
his head up, up through her soaked cunt. At times she could feel his teeth 
touching her pussy. Now she wanted to be ravaged by those teeth, torn apart 
by them! Groaning, snapping her knees together and rubbing them against his 
face, Donna pitched and rolled under his tonguing. 

"Baby, baby, you're one hell of a hot fuck! Man, you're gonna be cryin' when 
I stick my cock into your snatch." 

"Oh, God!" 

Fucking! Fucking! He was going to fuck her! Even though it was rape, Donna 
was looking forward to the moment when she felt his prick sinking into her 
soft, warm moist pussy. It had been long, so long since someone had touched 
her there. And now she was making up for lost time! 

"Oh no, no-" 

"Go for it, bitch! Come on, go for it! Make it with my tongue!" Mike went 
back to eating her out. 

Donna realized she was straddling his head now, her cunt peeled wide open by 
the strain of her spread legs. He was stroking her firm ass. The tickling 
touch of his fingers brought shudders of delight from her writhing body. 

"Yeah, mama, come on! Go for it, baby! Yeah, move that ass around nice and 
easy." 

He was pinching her ass, tonguing her shitter, then moving back up to her 
clit and touching her pussy. When she heard her sopping cunt lips sliding 
against his chin, Donna thought she would go crazy. She was high, dizzy, 
still falling through a black abyss of touch, taste and smell. Her arms 
worked back and forth as she felt more and more cunt juice flooding out to 
his tongue. 

Now she was ready for him, ready for his fat cock. He would be sliding his 
prick up through a thick layer of her slick juices, his cock driving into 
her hole. 

"Fuck, fuck!" 

Donna felt his teeth cut along the edges of her delicate inner cunt lips. 
She threw her head back and groaned like a wild woman. His tongue was going 
back, back along her cuntal cleft. She felt it spearing suddenly into her 
cunt. It was so slick and hard and pointed like a cock. 

Mike was stabbing his tongue in, then pulling it back slowly, very, very 
slowly. He was tasting her pussy, sampling her as if she were his lunch! 

Donna cried out again as more of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks. 
She rolled her hips with a wild new freedom, something she hadn't done for 
so many years. And Mike was holding her body, licking hungrily at her clit. 
She moved her hips faster and faster, shoving her weight against him. His 
teeth cut deeper. And how she liked that sensation! How Donna enjoyed the 
touch of his tongue, his lips, his teeth all at once! She was whirling 
around in a wild storm of sensations. 

"Fuck it out, baby, come on, fuck my mouth, yeah, fuck it!" 

She was fucking his mouth. Tensing her thighs, shoving up with her ass. 
Donna was hunching like a sex maniac against his mouth, spearing her cunt on 
his wriggling tongue! 

"Uh ... uh ... uhhhhh!" 

Gasps broke from her throat. Mike's fingers were sneaking under her once 
more, cupping her ass cheeks, then searching back, back toward her ass-hole. 
For a moment she had the most burning desire for him to ... to finger her 
cunt while he licked. Mike seemed to sense this: Suddenly he put two finger 
together and slid them into her convulsing pussy. 

"Oooohhh!" Donna gasped. 

Donna almost went out of her mind. She was drooling, tossing her head from 
side to side. She was fucking his mouth, silently begging him for more 
sensation, for more thrills. 

Mike was fucking in and out of her with his closed fingers, sucking her clit 
between his teeth at the same time. Donna had never had this done to her, 
never! It was the best feeling she had ever had in her life. She could 
hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough oral friction. But when 
the tickle became too teasing, she forced herself to quit bucking so Mike 
could eat her cunt steadily. 

He dug against her cuntal lining, shoving his knuckles against her clasping 
folds. Donna felt the suction of her cunt trying to nurse on his fingers as 
if they were a cock. She had no control over herself any more. She was 
spinning out of control, feeling herself teetering on the brink of a wild 
climax. 

Just as she started hunching crazily against Mike's face, he pulled back, 
wiping his lips with the back of one hand. He was staring at her, his lips 
still curled in a mocking smile. 

"It's your turn now, baby. Feel my cock. Come on, rub it up. You're gonna 
rub it, get it good and hot and hard, then take it in your mouth. You know, 
just like I took your goddamned pussy!" 

"You're crazy!" 

"Don't sass me, you fuckin' slut!" 

He reached forward, grabbed her hair in both hands and yanked her head from 
side to side. 

Tears sprang to her eyes. "Yes, yes, anything. Just don't ... don't hurt me 
anymore!" 

Mike laughed, sliding up until his knees were pressed up against Donna's 
armpits. The woman stared up and saw his long, thick prick wagging several 
inches above her nose. The smell was nearly overpowering now. She felt his 
balls touching her chin, saw the opaque cum oozing from the long piss-slit 
at the head of his cock. 

"Oh, no, no!" 

"You know you want every fuckin' inch of my cock, baby. And that's what 
you're gonna get-down your throat first, then up your cunt. When I get 
through with you, you won't be able to piss for a fuckin' week." 

"You don't know what you're saying. Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell 
anyone, I promise!" Donna cried. 

But her body was encouraging him, her cunt juicing madly, as she wiggled 
like a whore in heat. 

Donna saw Mike was ignoring her. She felt her resistance weakening, the 
little bit of shame fading away under her rising sexuality. She was almost 
ready to stop fighting him. Her fingers were poised to wrap around his 
thick, hard cock. Already she could feel her pussy melting under his 
insistent sexual play. Her clit and tit-tips were hard. They were so 
sensitive with swollen tissues and raw nerve-endings that Donna thought they 
were going to explode! 

"Come on, baby, touch my cock. Come on, grab it and touch it." 

Donna felt her heart pounding like crazy. Slowly, moving one hand up, she 
opened her fist, then curled her fingers around his jerking cock. 

"Yeahh, baby, yeah! Oh man, yeah, like that. Start jerkin' it back and forth 
like that," Mike whispered, letting his head fall back while he started 
pumping his thick-muscled hips back and forth. 

Donna trembled, feeling the heat and power of his cock. She moved the outer 
skin up and down over the steely inner core. It was so exciting, 
exhilarating doing this! Thick streams of his fuck oil were running down his 
cock, coating her fingers with the slickness, making her heart pound faster 
and harder. 

As his hot, meaty cock throbbed, Donna squeezed down on it greedily. She 
thought of having this fat hunk of cockmeat steaming in and out of her cunt, 
and she moaned. She wanted his cock. Her hand started jacking up and down, 
up and down, making his fat balls rub against her knuckles. 

Mike sighed, pushing forward, his knees pressing hard against her shoulders. 

"Jerk it, baby, come on. Yeah, that's it, mama! Pump it real nice, get it 
good and hard so it'll drive you nuts when I fuck you." 

Donna felt shivers of delight rushing up and down her body. Whenever she 
moved, her cunt lips rubbed against one another, touching her inflamed clit, 
making her groan. It was wrong, terribly, terribly wrong! And yet laying 
there on the floor, her head resting against a cushion, she couldn't resist 
the overpowering force guiding her. She was a victim of her own sexuality. 
Years of frustration had led to this point. And now, lying there naked under 
this brutal stranger, Donna felt her cunt tighten with excitement while her 
mind buzzed wildly-she wanted this forbidden fucking! 

"Goddamned slut," Mike whispered, his voice sounding shaky and strained. 

"I'm not!" she protested through clenched teeth, making one last stand. 

"You bet you are, baby!" he growled. "You're one hell of a hot bitch, and 
you don't wanna be treated any other way. Just wait 'til my brothers get 
home. Man, we're gonna have one hell of a field day with you." 

He shoved her hands away from his groin, wrapping his fist around his prick 
and pointing it at her mouth. 

"Open up ... and if you try somethin' funny like biting, I'll knock the fuck 
outta you so bad you won't see straight," he threatened. 

Donna swallowed hard, watching as the fat, purple head of his cock inched 
closer and closer to her lips. Shutting her eyes, Donna opened her mouth, 
sticking out her tongue, readying herself. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Ohhhh, yeahhhh. Yeahhhh," Mike sighed, his fingers fanning out around her 
head, tightening as he pushed in deeper. 

Donna could taste the salty pre-cum as it oozed onto her tongue. She felt 
him slipping his cock into her mouth slowly, bending his knees, shifting his 
hips from side to side to revolve his prick around between her lips. 

She was trying to relax, breathing in short whimpery gasps. Sucking cock! 
She had done it many times with her husband. But it was something she felt 
only married couples should do. It was a very private, daring thing to do. 
And yet, there she was, sucking off this stranger's prick! 

"Ohh, baby, gimme head! Yeah, gimme that good head," Mike sighed.' 

He was pressing harder against the sides of her skull, threatening to crack 
it, as his body trembled mightily. With only the head of his cock between 
her lips, Mike started hunching back and forth quickly, his chest rising and 
falling hard and heavy as he fought for breath. 

"Come on, baby, move that tongue around. Don't be so stupid," he growled, 
pressing his fingertips in a little harder. "Yeah, that's it. Move it 
around, move it under my cockhead. Move ... ughhhoohhhh! Yeahh, you got it, 
bitch, you got it!" 

Donna swallowed, coating her throat with the salty, slippery stuff oozing 
from his piss-slit. She felt the meaty head brushing over her front teeth, 
pressing up against the roof of her mouth, then slowly, slowly entering. 

Opening her eyes, she saw dark black wiry cockhairs, the flat belly in front 
of her. Another inch of cock and then another slipped into her mouth as Mike 
kept groaning above her, telling her what good head she was giving. 

"Ohhh yeahhh, lick it, tongue it, suck it! Man, get it good, baby, Get my 
prick! Take my meat! Take it down your fuckin' throat!" 

Donna felt Mike's cock revolve around in her mouth, the fat head pushing out 
her cheeks, making them bulge. Her tongue started flickering at the ridge 
running along the underside of his cock. She flicked at the tight scar where 
his foreskin had been cut away. It was what the big stud wanted. He growled, 
humping back and forth, his balls swinging against her chin. 

"Ohh, baby, baby!" 

Donna felt the fat fleshy head of his prick moving over her tongue. It slid 
farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. Donna took a deep breath, 
then let the stud shove his prick all the way in until the head was lodged 
in her throat! 

Bit by bit the woman was getting into it. She wiggled her tongue faster and 
faster along the underside of his cock, sucking as hard as she could. 

"Ohhhh, suck me off!" Mike groaned as he rotated his hips. 

His prick twisted around in her throat while his hands held her head tightly 
against his crotch. Again and again he hunched his cock into her, calling 
her every name in the book. He hadn't fucked a mouth this hot in a long, 
long time. 

Donna wanted to keep his cock in her mouth. She liked the feel of that hard 
hot hunk of meat in her mouth, the sensation of his hairy groin pounding 
against her face. Instinctively she wrapped both hands around his hips and 
pulled herself tight against him. She let him fuck her mouth, groaning, 
sucking in air as best she could through her nostrils. She could feel his 
strong legs and thigh muscles tensing, tightening, growing harder and harder 
as he pistoned his prick into her throat. "Ohh, baby! Baby!" 

The two of them rocked back and forth until Donna started to gag. She 
couldn't take much more. She had to back away for a second. 

"Okay, baby, okay. Come on, I'm gonna pop if we keep doin' this. Shit, you 
probably could gimme head all fuckin' day," Mike sighed. 

Reluctantly he pulled his prick out. Donna sighed, feeling the big head of 
his cock slipping out of her throat, dragging back over her tongue, then 
finally resting on her lower lip. She breathed with wheezing sounds through 
flared nostrils, still keeping part of his prick in her mouth. Her tongue 
kept lashing over it, licking and tasting the head while Mike peered down at 
her. 

"Fuck, you're better than any slut we picked up all last week." 

Sucking his prick, tasting the warm salty jizz that had seeped from his 
piss-slit had been the final blow. Donna couldn't help the feeling rushing 
through her cunt now. Fucking. Good hard fucking. That's what she needed. 
That's what she wanted. 

"Come on, baby. I think it's time we get serious," Mike said. 

His words sent a shock of chills through her. They were going to do it. 
After all these years she was going to get on her back and ... and fuck with 
a man! It didn't matter that it was a stranger, that it was a man who would 
beat her as well as fuck her. She was living just for the moment now, and 
that moment entailed getting the fuck of her life! 

"Ohh, man, feel those tits," Mike sighed, climbing on top of her. 

Mike cupped her tits. He was pushing his fingers deep into the soft, silky 
flesh, kneading her tits as if they were dough. With his thumbs the big stud 
was flicking her nipples, touching and strumming the rubbery tips until they 
were beating a rhythm in time with her clit. 

"Oh, oh, ohhh!" Donna gasped. 

He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched the tips 
hard. 

Donna gasped, her eyes opening wide, her legs shooting apart while she 
writhed against the carpet. 

'You dig that, don'tcha, baby? Anything that hurts, anything that makes your 
fuckin' cunt hotter and tighter you dig," Mike growled. 

"Oh, you're wrong, wrong," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes once 
more. 

But he was right. The more he pinched her nipples, the more he rolled them 
around like tiny peas causing them to throb and ache, the hotter her clit 
was becoming. Twice she felt her cuntal walls spasming, buckling under the 
building heat and pressure. 

Mike squeezed her tits harder, making Donna shiver and throw her head back 
against the floor. She arched her body, rubbing her thighs and belly against 
his hips. She could feel his cock against her crotch. His prick was so long 
and thick and warm. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby, get on it. Get it on, you fuckin' slut! Beg for my 
prick, beg for it!" Mike whispered, flicking his tongue into her ear. 

"Oh cock, cock, cock!" Donna wailed, rocking her body from side to side. 

"Gettin' too much for you, baby? Gettin' too much to have your damned 
nipples pinched while I'm humpin' you?" 

"No, oh no!" 

He was crawling back on top of her again, his balls dragging over her belly, 
his knees spread widely on either side of her body. 

And then she felt his hands on her tits once more, milking her big tits, 
then pushing them inward until his cock was cushioned between their soft, 
rounded edges. 

"Ohhhh!" 

It was a new sensation, one Donna liked. Having his hot, long prick rubbing 
between her tits drove her wild. She hunched and groaned, rubbing her 
ass-cheeks against the carpet. She thought the sky was crashing in as Mike's 
prick rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them even more than before. 

"Baby, baby," he sighed, riding her tits, throwing back his head and letting 
out animal-like growls while sliding his cock back and forth between her 
tits. 

"Unnghh..." Donna groaned. 

Donna could feel his pre-cum slicking down her nipples, making them hot and 
greasy while his balls dragged over her chest. The tips of her tits and his 
cock scraping between them sent . hot chills rushing to her cunt. The tight 
pressure of his hands holding her tits in place and the constant pushing of 
his cockhead against her nipples had the woman moaning and clutching Mike's 
shaking ass. 

"All right, baby, all right!" Mike cried. "I could fuck your tits all night. 
Man, I could rub my prick back and forth 'til I shot my wad like that. But 
you got too much to offer between your legs. Fuck, if you're hot right now, 
you're gonna go nuts when I shove my cock into your pussy." 

"You want to humiliate me," she sobbed as he slowly backed down, rubbing the 
head of his prick over her belly. 

"Sure, why not? Anything I want, I'm gonna do. If you don't like it, tough. 
But, baby, the way you been hunchin' and moanin' here tells me you like it. 
You like it a whole lot!" 

Donna groaned. 

"So just lie still and take my cock, dammit!" Mike growled. 

Donna stopped moving and lay quietly on the floor. She kept her eyes closed 
and her legs spread. Remembering his command, she kept her ass flat against 
the carpet. But her head tossed from side to side as she felt his knees 
pressing against her inner thighs, forcing them open. His cock was jerking 
up against her asscrack. And then in a moment it was sliding up, up until 
she could feel the head of his prick pressing against her outer cunt lips. 

Donna moaned. It had been so long, so very long, since she had felt that 
delicious feeling. She thought she would piss from delight as Mike hunched 
up a little further, angling his cock so he could enter her cunt more 
easily. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh..." Mike gasped. 

Hot flashes raced through her pussy as Mike's cockhead spread apart her 
outer cunt-lips. She felt her blood-filled pussy lips peel back, caressing 
the sides of his cock as it slowly pushed aside the squiggly, wet tissues of 
her cuntmeat and began its long trip into her body. 

"Fuck, fuck..." Mike whispered. 

Donna felt free and wild the moment Mike started throwing his cockmeat into 
her. 

"Baby, you're gonna fry up my cock you're so damned hot down there," Mike 
growled. 

"No, oh no! No, nooooo!" 

Donna couldn't believe the feelings rushing through her mind and body now. 
His body hairs were tickling her, stimulating her more and more. She could 
feel his hot breath on her throat. Sweat dripped off his forehead and out 
from under his arms, sprinkling onto her body. 

Mike shoved forward, his thick cockhead working inside her pussy. Donna 
cried out again, scissoring her legs around the big stud while pulling him 
still more tightly against her body. She was on fire, her cunt burning as if 
someone had poured burning napalm on her clit! It had been too long since 
she'd had a man touch her like this, fuck her like this! How much she'd 
missed it! And now she was making up for lost time. 

"Ohyes, yes, yes!" Donna cried as she felt Mike working his cock deeper into 
her cunt. 

Mike twisted his body around so she could feel all of his cock. The fat head 
reamed out the tight meaty passage of her pussy, shoving farther and farther 
into her cunt. Donna could feel it entering inch by thick, throbbing inch. 
Deeper and deeper his cock went until Donna thought she would be spitting 
his cum out from her mouth when he shot off. 

"Dig it, bitch? Dig gettin' it on with me?" he growled in her ear. 

"Ohhhh!" 

She cried out again and again as she felt her cunt being stretched so wide 
for the first time in four years. 

"Fuckin', baby. That's what we're doing. We're fuckin' around, havin' one 
hell of a time. Oh yeahhh, yeahhhh..." 

"Fucking," Donna sighed, closing her eyes again and rolling her head from 
side to side. 

"Get it on, get it on," Mike growled, biting her neck, then slapping her 
from time to time as his excitement began to peak. 

Donna felt the flesh along her thighs and tits crawl with animal-like 
excitement. Never, even in the best of days with her husband, had she felt 
such arousal with a man! He was pounding her hard with his thighs now, his 
hips grinding against hers, his balls slapping regularly against her 
upturned ass. 

Donna's body shivered with each forward fucking thrust while her cunt 
stretched wider and wider. She could feel an explosion building deep in her 
body, making all her muscles tense and cramp until they ached. She was 
winding up, winding up for her first big climax in years! 

"Uhhghh..." Donna gasped. 

"Go for it, baby, go for it!" 

Her eyes were shut tight, tears of delight and terror oozing from under her 
lashes. Her mouth was a tight scar. Donna was concentrating on that burning 
sensation deep in her cunt, a feeling that was growing hotter and more 
intense with each passing second. 

She heard Mike panting against her ear and the sweet, slick sounds of 
fucking bouncing off the living room walls. Fucking. Fucking! 

Her tits were swollen, her nipples throbbing madly as Mike kept pinching and 
rolling them. Spasms of lust attacked her belly, then radiated down to her 
cunt. His weight pressed her down, forcing the air from her lungs. His 
fucking cock sent Shockwave after Shockwave coursing through her body! It 
was as if explosions, one more powerful than the other, were going off 
between her legs. 

"Take it, slut!" 

His prick was all the way in her fuck-hole now, imbedded to the base of his 
shaft. He lay there for several seconds, his cock throbbing against her 
slick, clutching cunt walls. 

"Noooo!" Donna begged. 

Donna wanted friction, movement. She slid her body from side to side, 
tilting her cunt up as best she could, rubbing her clit against his big 
cock. She was a mad woman, a sex fiend! All she cared about at the moment 
was satisfying the raging inferno between her widely spread thighs. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Donna screamed. 

He was fucking her harder, faster. As he ravaged her, the scalding pleasure 
corkscrewed, becoming something so wonderful she could hardly believe it. 
Donna fucked back, tensing her ass cheeks, heaving them up, impaling her 
cunt on his cock. Fucking! Wonderful fucking! She groaned and growled, 
spittle oozing from the corners of her mouth as she felt that whirling ball 
of sexual hunger explode deep in her belly. 

"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" 

Donna could tell he was about to shoot. He was going to spill his jizz into 
her sucking cunt-hole! She raked her fingernails over his broad shoulders. 
He had a wonderful cock, a marvelous prick! Her clit was sputtering, sending 
showers of sparks into-her pussy. Cumming-she was going to be cumming while 
this horrible man kept fucking her. "Fuck!" he shouted. 

As Mike fucked her harder, Donna's cunt tightened up, clutching his pounding 
prick. They collided over and over. Soon the cries coming from Donna's mouth 
were those of hungry greed. Her arms tensed, her legs spasmed as Mike 
slammed his cock into her cunt. 

"Fuck!" he cried again, this time his body shivering on top of hers. 

Donna screamed, feeling the gouts of his hot jizz burning into her snatch. 
Again and again jizz spat out from his piss-slit, filling up her sucking 
fuck-hole. Crying out, kicking out her legs, she beat her feet against his 
thighs while his big prick kept filling her up. She held on as he shoved 
forward, sliding his cock all the way up. Donna kept him prisoner that way, 
rubbing her body against his, listening to his groans mix with hers while 
the world exploded madly around them. 

"Ohhhh..." 

And when it was over, she released him, feeling all the energy seeping from 
her. The big man's cock slapped against her thigh as he pulled it out, 
rubbing the back of one hairy hand over his lips. 

"Good, fuckin' good. Baby, I knew you loved it," he said, sneering at her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Come on, Christina. Nobody's gonna see us," the young boy said, trying to 
push one hand under her blouse. The boilers behind them chugged and gurgled, 
steam rushing out in small sprays from various poor fittings in the system. 

"No, Donald! Come on, we were going to have a little ... fun. I didn't 
expect to go all the way," the pretty teenager said, pushing her boyfriend 
away. 

"Shit." 

Donald Farraday had been seeing Christina on and off for the past few 
months. This afternoon the two had slipped out of study hall by bribing one 
of her girlfriends who was the classroom monitor. Sneaking into the school 
engineering plant seemed exciting. And especially sneaking out for a little 
heavy petting. The thought of them making out under steam pipes and boilers 
excited Christina. She thought of her prudish mother and giggled some more. 
If she could only see her daughter now, sitting in the deserted basement 
with her boyfriend by her side kissing and touching! Again the girl giggled, 
pushing Donald's hand away once more. 

"Besides, there just isn't any place around here to ... well, you know," 
Christina said, modestly lowering her eyes. 

Christina had thoughts about fucking ... a lot lately, especially when she 
and her girlfriends got together in the school Johns and gossiped. They 
talked about guys, about how some of them were built. Christina had listened 
to the more experienced girls talk about their boyfriends, about how it felt 
having a cock sliding in and out while they jerked around under the guy. 
Christina found herself breathing hard, her panties clinging to her dampened 
cunt lips while her nipples itched and hurt. 

"Yeah, right there," Donald said, getting up from the metal stairs and 
pulling up Christina with him. 

"Where?" 

"Down there. I guess that's where old man Callaway sleeps when he's here." 

Callaway, that awful creep! Christina felt a shiver rush up and down her 
spine. He usually didn't come to work until after three. But there was 
always a chance he would show up early. He liked watching the girls in gym 
class running around half naked in the schoolyard. There were stories that 
he had a secret peeking place in the girls' locker room where he could watch 
them stripping and taking showers. 

"I ... I don't know. It's just so ... so scary and ... and I don't think I'm 
ready, and-" 

"Come on." 

"But it's so ... so public down here ... and hot." 

The boilers were still chugging away as they threaded their way down the 
stairs, past a brightly lit panel to a small mattress pushed to one side of 
the big basement room. 

For a moment Christina thought about that dreadful Callaway. He really 
wasn't all that old-about forty, or so. But the way he skulked along the 
corridors, eyeing all the girls with more than casual interest, made all the 
kids at school refer to him as the "dirty old man in the hole." He knew 
about their derision and he hated them for it. 

"That adds to it," Donald said, smiling. 

Donald pulled her around and kissed her hard on the lips. Christina moved 
against the kiss, finally letting him push his tongue between her teeth. 

"Mmmmmm ... quit!" 

"What's wrong with you anyway?" 

"Maybe you're just being a little too pushy right now, Donald." 

"I don't think so." 

He held her more firmly, pushing one hand under her dress, moving it up, up 
until he was touching her plump cunt lips. 

"Ohhhhh!" Christina sighed heavily, surprised at her response. 

He was rubbing her puffy cunt lip. And even as she tried to squirm away from 
him, she could feel her juice oozing out. She hadn't worn panties today. For 
some reason she had left them in the drawer. 

"Let's go," Donald said. 

They were by the mattress, standing face to face. Donald unbuttoned her 
blouse. He was so handsome-captain of the basketball team, a lean, lithe 
blonde. She had caught his eye several times in history class. And it had 
been so wonderful when he began talking with her. Once or twice he had tried 
to go further with her than she was willing. But he had respected her limits 
then. 

"Ohhhhh..." Christina gasped. 

Her blouse slid off, floating to the floor like a descending cloud. Then she 
felt his fingers unhooking her bra, slipping the straps off her narrow 
shoulders. She felt her tits spring free. Donald was breathing harder. 

"Now this." 

He tugged on her skirt, pulled it down and let out an appreciative sigh. Her 
cunt! She knew he would look at her cunt. Any guy would like seeing 
something like that. Instinctively Christina blushed. Her mother had raised 
her to be a good girl. And yet she couldn't help thinking about guys and 
what they could do to her. Laying in bed at night, she sometimes wished 
Donald would be there with her, touching her all over. 

"Am I-I pretty?" Christina whispered. 

"Christ, yes!" 

Donald circled her small waist, pulling her naked body against him. Then he 
let her go and started stripping off his clothes quickly. 

Christina held one hand to her throat, feeling her pulse racing, feeling her 
heart pounding so hard that she thought it would explode. She watched him 
tear off his polo shirt, then slip off his shoes and socks. Next came the 
belt, then the trousers. 

Her throat went dry when she saw his heavy-hanging cock slip out. She felt 
her cheeks blushing red hot! Donald's cock was a little bigger than the ones 
she had read about in the sex education books. Big, but not too big. And his 
balls! Christina for a moment thought about bolting away, gathering her 
clothes and rushing up the stairs. In a few moments he was going to be 
holding her tightly, rubbing his cock against her cunt and ... and fucking 
her! 

Christina swallowed hard, trying to be brave, trying to fight off that knot 
of fear clenching her guts. She knew that she was going to be changed in a 
few minutes, changed forever. She was going to let Donald break through her 
cherry and fuck his dick deep into her body. She was about to give her 
virginity away to his cock. 

"Come on." 

He held her hand, leading her to the mattress. 

Christina felt anxiety. She felt a little sick. She fought against the fear 
building in her. "Is it ... all right. I mean." 

"Come on." 

She let him hold her. In a moment her fear melted away, leaving only the 
heat that had begun to build quickly in her cunt. 

"I don't know if this is right. I mean ... I mean..." 

Christina felt the dirty mattress pressing up against her body. It was 
almost sickening to think that she was lying naked on top of the mattress 
where that old pervert slept. 

"Ohhhh..." she sighed. 

Christina kissed his throat as he lowered her onto her back. He felt gently 
along her cuntal slit with one finger, pressing in against the soft membrane 
of her cherry. 

Christina reached down and grabbed him around the wrist. "Wh-what are you 
doing?" 

"I think I should tear it a little first with my finger." 

Donald was pushing his finger in harder now. Christina felt a needle of 
pain. 

"Oh, oh!" she cried, clutching his back, arching her spine and trying to 
scoot away from his probing finger. Shuddering, Christina shut her eyes 
against the pain. 

"Don't wiggle around so much," Donald gasped. 

"But it ... hurts!" 

Christina guessed Donald's finger was knuckle deep. And yet her cherry 
stayed firm. She panted hotly against his cheek, wishing it would be over, 
wishing he would do it with his cock. 

"Ooohhh!" Christina jerked her ass away from the sudden feeling of jagged 
pain. 

Donald wiggled his finger around for a while, then slowly drew it out of her 
cunt. He had done it! He had popped her cherry with his finger. Christina 
shuddered. It was over. Her innocence was over ... right here in the school 
boiler room. 

Opening her eyes, Christina looked around her. Pipes, boilers, brick walls. 
Not exactly the honeymoon suite at the Plaza. 

"I'm bleeding. I can feel it." 

Donald rested his body onto hers. She felt his cock shoving against her 
cunt. He kissed her tits, sliding down to slip his cock into her. 

Christina felt dizzy, half crazy with what was taking place. She wanted to 
say something. But her mouth was as dry as cotton. She licked her lips, and 
Donald lowered his head, kissing her hard. His cock gouged slickly against 
her cuntal crack and soon the domed head of his prick was pressing against 
what was left of her cherry. 

He groaned, tensing his ass. With a quick lunge he pressed down. She cried 
out, feeling his cock split the remainder of her bleeding membrane. 

"Oooohhhh!" Christina wiggled her slim ass from side to side, her pussy 
pierced by his stabbing cock as Donald worked it in slowly, deeper. 

Around the edges of her cunt Christina felt pain still throbbing away. But 
she wasn't thinking about that any more. Christina was completely blown away 
by the way her slick cuntal walls were being stretched for Donald's 
pistoning prick. 

"Don ... I ... ohhhhh, God, it's ... it's like nothing in the world ... 
uuuhhhh!" 

"Christina..." he gasped. 

His teeth cut at her chin. She opened her mouth hungrily, wanting him to 
kiss her hard. Their mouths clashed, their tongues battling. She'd never 
kissed anyone like that. But now it seemed like the only way. She felt 
tender and weak, and yet at the same time passionate and demanding. Slowly 
the girl was starting to learn how her body could move, how it felt at 
different angles as Donald kept fucking her. 

"Oh yeah, yeah..." Donald said hoarsely. 

When she arched her back and tilted her cuntal mound down, she felt Don's 
cock gouging against her pussy walls. He grunted with approval, sliding his 
fingers down her waist until they were crawling all over her ass-cheeks. 

Christina raised her thighs, squirming against Donald's hands. When he held 
her like that, Christina thought she was going to cum right then and there! 
A man was touching her all over, all over, making her feel and do things 
that would have shocked her mother. 

His cock was all the way in her, his balls rubbing against her cunt lips. 
She cried out, biting at his lips and babbling something that made no sense 
at all. The feeling between her shivering legs was so overwhelming, so 
overpowering. It drove out all other thoughts, all other sensations. All 
Christina could think about was Donald and his wonderful, hot thick cock 
fucking out her hole. Now, she was no longer the virgin of a few moments 
ago. Now she was wriggling around, begging him to fuck her harder, to fill 
her cunt to the hilt again and again with his pounding, rhythmic fucking. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Her cries of delight sent shivers rushing up and down their 
spines. 

Christina tried looping her legs over Donald's back. It felt kind of snaky 
and nice. But she couldn't move her body as much that way. And Christina 
discovered shortly after having been fucked by his cock that she loved 
moving her body. It seemed best when she put her feet flat on the dirty 
mattress, bending her knees and keeping them wide apart. She could wiggle 
and tilt her hips that way, buck them up from the mattress and force more of 
Donald's cock into her cunt. 

Christina bit her lip, concentrating on controlling the strange new feelings 
teasing her cuntal muscles. She had never thought that she could make them 
contract, actually milk at a man's dick. But she could do it, commanding her 
pussy muscles to stroke his prick. She tried it again and again until she 
heard Donald gasping. 

Blinking her eyes and staring up, she saw her boyfriend giving her a funny 
look. 

"How do you do that, Chris? Shit, how ... do you do that? I've fucked around 
with some other girls, but none of them could ... ughhhh ... could do that." 

"Does it feel good for you?" 

"Oh yeah, yeahhh!" 

He pulled his cock back, back. His prick was almost all the way out of her 
cunt. Christina could feel the ridged tip just inside the ring of her cunt 
muscles. She bore down on him, tightening her pussy with all her might. 
Donald's face went slack as he closed his eyes. Christina smiled with a new 
kind of pride as she worked her ass around and around. She made her slick 
cuntal walls caress his hard prick, her hands tightening around his 
shoulders. 

"God, God, don't do that ... don't or I'm gonna shoot!" he warned. 

The teasing friction was getting to Donald fast. He rubbed his chest against 
Christina's tits, pumping his prick deep in again. 

Christina moaned, feeling his hips grating against hers. She felt the hilt 
of his cock tight against her flattened cunt lips. She felt crushed and 
helpless and yet, in an odd way, in control of what was happening. She 
touched Donald's smooth, hunching ass and felt him suck in air. He started 
moving differently as she petted him there. He was so hard-muscled, so eager 
in his fucking. 

"Ohhhh God, God, you're so tight ... so damned tight!" He dragged his cock 
out of her cunt. 

Christina shivered. She felt the walls of her pussy clasping and sucking in 
on his swollen cockhead. Then, with just the tip touching her outer cunt 
lips, Donald pushed in again. The muscles and velvety labia of her pussy 
parted for the slick head of his cock. 

"Ohhhhhh, God!" Christina cried. 

When she felt his body pressing hard against her cuntal mound, Christina 
drew her cunt up tighter. She wanted to see how much she could take, wanted 
to find the limits of ecstasy for her cunt. Now there was no sensation of 
being hurt or stretched too much. She held her breath, thrashing her ass 
round. 

"Ohhhh man! Man, you're gonna drive me nuts, baby," he moaned. 

Christina groaned, feeling his mouth pressing against her throat. The 
cutting sensation of his teeth, the wet suction of his lips, gave her a 
scary tingle. She clung like a weak kitten to his shoulders as he spread her 
cunt once more, drawing his cock back now, then spearing her once more. He 
was more forceful now, more intent with each movement. Christina's ass 
quivered with each forward thrust. Her clit burned more and more with the 
tickle of his cock hairs raking over it. She dug her heels into the mattress 
and shut her eyes. 

"Ohhhh, it's driving me crazy!" she cried. 

Christina's legs pushed against the mattress as she stretched them as far 
apart as she could. She was all the way open, her cunt lips peeled back as 
Donald fucked her. She wondered for a moment what it must look like down 
there, her cunt pierced by his cock. 

So intent were the two of them in their fucking that neither heard the creak 
of the upstairs door. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Uhhhhhh..." the young blonde teen moaned, shifting her ass from side to 
side. 

She was raking Donald's back with her fingernails, sensing that his 
breathing and movements had changed. Instinctively Christina knew that he 
was nearing climax. She hunched more frantically, feeling his prick 
pummeling her cunthole faster and faster. Christina felt something taking 
over his body, a driving need to let go, to cut loose with his jizz. It was 
scary. 

"Oh, oh, let me touch you ... down there, Donald, please," she begged. 

The young man made room for her hand between their bellies. Christina 
surrounded his cockshaft just as he started sliding it out. It was wet with 
her juice. Biting down on her lower lip, she traced the taut outer skin with 
one finger until the tip was clear of her cuntal mouth. It was a wonderful 
feeling. And how the head throbbed when she scratched a nail lightly against 
his spongy meat! Donald growled, shivered, then drove his cock back into her 
pussy again. Her cunt muscles spasmed, sucking at his invading prick. 
Christina kept her fingers there, feeling the spasming continue and build 
into a savage fury. She knew Donald was going to cum. She could feel it. 

"Slow down, slow..." 

Christina wanted the two of them to make it. If both of them came at the 
same time, it would be one of the best feelings in the whole world. 

"I ... can't ... can't stop ... too good!" Donald groaned into her 
shoulders. 

"Wait ... wait for me ... ohhhhh wait!" 

"Damn it, Christina!" 

He was fucking her faster instead of slower. It had been the touch of her 
fingers on his cock and balls that had set the young man out of control. 
Christina couldn't stop him now. She knew she couldn't. He was kissing her 
roughly. She liked that, liked that a lot. The feeling of being overpowered 
by him, trapped by this vital male drove her insane with sensation. Her cunt 
throbbed like a festering wound. The flesh around her clit was glowing as 
more juice seeped out to ease the friction of their rubbing flesh. Christina 
shut her eyes tight and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced on the 
mattress, shoving hard up against Donald's wild movements. 

"Fuck it out, baby, fuck..." 

It was the brutal stabbing of his prick that made the girl tighten her cunt 
muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cunt grip the base of Don's 
prick. His movements were becoming crazed now. She felt his toenails 
scraping over her ankles while his knees banged continually against her 
inner thighs. It was going to be so fine! She could feel that whirling ball 
of sexual hunger slipping a little as she neared her climax. She was going 
to cum with Donald!" 

"Ahhhhhh!" 

Donald was squirming helplessly on top of her. Blinking her eyes, she saw 
that his face was twisted as if someone had hit him squarely between his 
shoulders. And with her muscles so tight, she could feel the steady pulsing 
of his cockhead as his body unloaded the boiling cum in his balls. Christina 
knew she was shutting off the tube that ran along the bottom of his 
cockshaft. She was keeping him from blowing his cum by tightening her cunt 
around his shaft. Donald looked down at her strangely. 

I "No, oh baby, no! Let me do it!" he growled, throwing his head back. 

Christina knew now that she was different from most girls. She had something 
that she could control, using her hot pussy to control a man. But the 
trapped fullness in her belly, the gouging caught cock was ready to explode. 

Christina threw her head back, prancing her ass wildly from side to side. 
She still held Donald's cockshaft with her aching cunt. It hurt to hold him 
for a long time. But she was starting to cum now. She could feel the rushing 
tickles that maddened the red bulge of her clit. 

"Ohhhh!" she gasped. 

Christina kicked out her legs, flailing the air with her feet while she dug 
her fingernails into Donald's back. 

"Ohhh God, it's ... it's..." 

She released the tightness of her pussy, felt her cunt soften around 
Donald's cock again. He grunted and lunged forward like a maniac. She hadn't 
realized he could stab his cock so deep and hard as he was doing now. The 
friction exploded into a golden fireball. She jerked her head up, biting his 
neck hard and rubbing her ravaged cunt against him in a final, gasping rut. 
"Jesus Christ!" 

They rolled on their sides, their sweaty bellies grinding against one 
another. For a second Christina found herself on top of Donald. Then he 
groaned and rolled her over again. She felt so far away and dreamy and 
fucked finally and forever. She could smell their sweat mingling, the odor 
of her juices and his jizz. 

The young girl sighed, feeling how raw her neck was from the rub of his 
whiskers. She ran her palms along his back to feel the dying shakes of his 
orgasm. How good and lovely she felt right now! A warming glow was covering 
her flesh like a blanket. Christina could have lain here like this, having 
Donald's soft cock in her cunt all afternoon. 

Afer all the giggling talks, after all the long boring sex education 
classes, Christina finally knew what fucking was all about. And it was so 
wonderful! Now she knew, too, why the world seemed to turn around that one 
word-fucking. Now, she could understand why men pursued women and acted so 
foolishly. It was because of that one mad moment, that wild second when the 
world itself seemed to explode and crash in ecstasy. 

"Fuck..." 

The word had taken on a deeper, more mysterious meaning for her. Christina 
knew that one fuck didn't make her into a good lover. Donald was only one 
guy in the world. There were so many thousands more ... all with different 
cocks, different mouths, different hands. 

Then something terrible happened, something Christina would remember for the 
rest of her life. 

"That was a fuckin' good show." 

Christina froze, feeling as if someone had just shot her in the face. Donald 
twitched above her, his hands tensing against her sides. Someone had seen 
them! Someone had watched them fucking! Christina blushed furiously. 

Someone's arms grabbed Donald, suddenly tearing his cock out of the girl's 
cunt. Christina screamed, jerking up and covering her mouth with both hands 
as she watched her boyfriend hurled against a brick wall. All around her the 
steam hissed malevolently. 

"Stop it!" she cried. 

Then her hands flew to cover the sudden, sharper pain in her cunt. The 
sticky hot mess of cum and cunt-juice and blood flooded over her fingers. 
She tried squinting in the darkness. She saw two men, and one was that 
hated, feared janitor Callaway. The other was dressed in dirty green 
coveralls. But who he was she didn't know. 

"Ohhhh!" Donald was stunned, having struck his head against the wall. 
Sliding toward the floor he was kept propped up by Callaway's big hands 
pressing up against his throat. 

Christina could hear Donald breathing with a rattling sound. She felt her 
scalp crinkling with terror while her heart beat crazily against her rib 
cage. If only they would let her dress, cover her body with her torn 
clothing! 

"Fuckin' kids, fuckin' around on my bed," Callaway grumbled, moving one hand 
up to Donald's throat and tightening his fingers around his windpipe. 

Christina flinched when she heard Donald's breathing became labored, then he 
was choking. Her eyes rounded and she jerked forward, looking up pleadingly 
at the janitor. 

"Please, please don't hurt him. We haven't done anything, Mr. Callaway," she 
begged. 

"Mister Callaway, is it now?" he said, smiling mockingly down at her. 
Turning to his friend, he arched his eyebrows, keeping a cynical smile on 
those thick, ugly lips. "Now you call me Mister Callaway when you're in 
trouble. You should hear the little fuckers when they think I can't hear 
'em. Mister 

Callaway, is it?" 

Christina felt herself sinking into the floor. The man was a maniac. She 
could see that in his wild eyes, in his movements. 

"Now I said move your fuckin' hands! Give my buddy Jake here a chance to see 
your pussy up close. We been watchin' it gettin' fucked like crazy. But we 
wanna see it good and clean," Callaway commanded. 

Sobbing, Christina opened her fingers, trying to hide her tits with her 
upper arms. 

Jake bent down and picked up a long lead pipe that had been lying near the 
furnace. 

"No!" Donald shouted, coming out of his daze. He twisted past Callaway's arm 
and started for Jake. 

"Bastard!" Jake growled. 

With a minimum of movement, Jake thrust the pipe into Donald's belly. The 
young man groaned, pitching forward as he tried to grab for the pipe. He 
fell to the floor, doubled up, his hands pressing into his belly. 

Christina fought down the scream in her throat. She had to be rational, be 
calm. She knew these men wouldn't try to do anything here at the school. 

"Oh God, God," Donald groaned, bending over, his forehead nearly touching 
the floor. He was breathing with labored gasps. 

"Fuckin' little twit. Come on, Vic, let's pound the shit outta this one so's 
we can fuck his lady," Jake said, rubbing the toe of his boot along Donald's 
ass. 

"No!" Christina replied. 

But it was too late. Callaway turned around and drove the toe of his heavy 
engineering boot into the boy's crotch with a sickening thud. 

"Yaaghghhhh!" Donald fell, screaming still, his cries muffled by the hissing 
and popping of all the engineering equipment around them. 

Christina watched him crawling on the floor, moaning, as he writhed and 
retched at Vic's feet. 

"That's the way I like 'em. The little snots all should be treated that 
way," Jake said, kicking the young man again in the left side. 

Donald cried out, his face a contorted mask of pain. 

Christina felt another scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared 
wide. She sucked in air, elbowing backward on the mattress toward the wall. 
A trail of pink froth streaked the mattress cover under her. 

"Let's gag 'er," Jake growled. 

Jake moved around, clapping his palm around her mouth and pressing hard. 

Christina struggled, kicking at the men until an open-handed slap across her 
forehead stunned her for several minutes. 

She sank back, feeling the world spinning madly around her. It was just as 
it had been when Donald had been fucking her. The reality of the world 
around them slipped away, replaced by some dream. She felt herself floating, 
drifting in a golden world. 

"Leave her alone!" she heard Donald cry out from somewhere. 

Christina couldn't think properly. It was as if she were outside of herself 
watching her body on the bed. While Vic guarded the young man at his feet, 
Jake jammed Donald's jockey shorts in her mouth, using his socks to tie the 
gag. 

Christina groaned, feeling her head throb dully. The room was very, very 
quiet now, the only sounds being her boyfriend's groans and the sounds of 
the equipment around them. Christina felt another trickle of cum oozing from 
her slit. She felt so vulnerable, so dirty, as those awful men stared at 
her. She wanted to die right there and then! 

Jack and Vic observed the two teenagers writhing, and they laughed. 

"Man, she was movin' that ass around like there was no tomorrow. Why doesn't 
she move it now?" Vic asked, his hands on his fat hips and his beer belly 
shaking with his chuckles. 

"Yeah, she don't look so hot and heavy now. What's the matter, baby, you 
miss that prick in your hole?" Jake grinned. 

The two men were laughing at them, making all sorts of obscene jokes while 
Donald retched at their feet again. Christina turned away, blinking the 
tears from her eyes. It was awful, terrible! Something told her that Jake 
and Vic were going to have their own bit of fun before turning them loose. 
She could see that in their awful eyes as the two men rubbed their crotches 
and smiled at her. 

Vic began unbuttoning the tops of his green overalls. His head was shaved, 
glossy, and he had pale eyes and high cheekbones that made him look like a 
living skull. His belly swelled out from beneath his chest, supported by two 
stocky legs. He was a grotesque individual, constantly mocked by students. 

But now he was in a position to do the mocking. Years of hatred had built up 
to this point. And Christina suspected that those years were about to burst 
over her head like a thunderstorm! 

Vic smiled and Christina shrank back from his thick lips and yellowed teeth. 

"This here's Jake. He's janitor over at Paul Revere High on the other side 
of town. Came over to help me with some stuff. Looks like he's gonna help me 
with lots more." 

"Hey, won't there be someone comin' down here to check up or something'? " 
Jake asked, scratching his scuffy black hair. 

"Naw, ain't nobody comes down here for a long time. The fuckin' security 
guard, but he don't come on duty for ... for another three hours," Vic said, 
checking his wristwatch, then smiling down at the trembling blonde. "That 
gives us three hours to have a little fun with the little miss here. That's 
right, baby, we're gonna have ourselves a party." 

Christina could have vomited! They were going to rape her! They were going 
to shove their filthy cocks in her cunt and rape her! 

"Hold the bitch there," Vic said conversationally. 

Jake held her arms, telling her he'd knock her senseless if she tried to get 
away. Christina whimpered in compliance, feeling her courage slipping away 
minute by minute. 

Vic picked up some of Donald's clothes and checked them. For money? Dope? 
Christina didn't know. He muttered something, then threw the garments away. 
Christina twisted her head from side to side and watched the janitor examine 
the room, then go back up to Donald. 

"So, you little shits think you're somethin' else, don'tcha?" Donald was 
still trying to catch his breath. 

He held his belly with both hands, looking up at the janitor who towered 
over him. 

"Wh-what do you mean?" 

Jake smiled at his buddy, his fingers digging into Christina's wrists. 

Vic smiled. "You know, callin' me all kinds of names and that kinda shit. 
You didn't think I knew about that, did you?" 

Vic kicked Donald again, this time the toe of his boot landing right in the 
boy's diaphragm. He cried out, his body snapping to one side and falling 
near the mattress. Christina groaned in the gag, feeling the short material 
soaking with her spit. 

Casually Vic moved around to the boy's head, his eyes gleaming. Christina 
could see the big man liked doing this kind of thing, enjoyed pounding 
someone into the dirt, especially someone who had despised him for such a 
long time. 

"You ... you won't get away with this," Donald panted, spitting onto the 
floor. "They'll find out, someone will find out. And when they do..." 

Vic's lips trembled. He raised his left foot and planted the sole of his 
boot squarely on the boy's neck. Donald's voice cracked, becoming nothing 
more than a strange, strangled rattle. 

Christina cried out through the gag once more. They were going to kill him! 

"Hey, man, maybe you oughtta stop. The kid's gonna buy it," Jake said. 

"Yeah, yeah," Vic said, obviously struggling with himself. 

Christina sighed with relief, leaning against the big man behind her. She 
watched as Vic backed away, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with 
the back of one hand. 

"Need a cig," Vic said, fishing out a pack from his shirt and tapping out 
one. "Never thought somethin' like this would happen. Never." 

Christina watched him light the cigarette, take several puffs, then move 
over to her. 

"Hold the bitch down. We're gonna have us a party." Vic smiled. 

Christina watched the blue smoke curling up from the burning cigarette. She 
flinched. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Don't ... don't hurt her!" Donald cried, struggling to get up. 

But the blows had broken several of his ribs and left him helpless. 

Christina cringed away from the heat of the cigarette. Jake had pinned her 
arms back, digging his knees into her spine while telling her to hold still. 

Her eyes bulged, her fingers working against her palms as the heat increased 
terribly. He was going to burn her with that cigarette! He was going to 
touch the tip of his cigarette against her flesh. 

"Oh God, don't hurt her!" Donald gasped. 

Vic laughed, taking a long draw from his cigarette, then blowing the 
blue/gray smoke into her face. 

Christina jerked away, tears welling up in her eyes as she coughed violently 
into the spit-soaked shorts gagging her mouth. Her hair splashed over her 
face as she sucked in air desperately to feed her lungs. She could hear the 
men laughing around her. 

There was another puff of smoke and then a third. She couldn't get away from 
the torment of having her eyes blinded like that. 

"Let's see what kind of reactions she has," Vic said, taking another long 
draw from his cigarette. "I've seen this little bitch on the field ... 
cheerleadin', or fuckin' around, or something. Let's see how good she is at 
takin' heat." 

Christina looked at the cigarette, then at the big janitor. She writhed 
against the strong hands behind her. A sob was muffled by the gag. 

She felt the heat near her right thigh. Her body shivered. 

With a good deal of effort Christina strained. 

She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on something else. Footballs 
scores, the newspaper, her mother, anything except the terrible growing heat 
between her legs. He was going to burn her thighs, then move it over to her 
pussy. She could sense that, knew what he was going to do to get the maximum 
amount of pain from her. 

"What are you doing to her!" Donald wailed from the corner. 

"Shut up, bastard, 'less you want another boot in your belly," Vic snarled. 

"Yeah, or maybe this time we'll mash your fuckin' balls and you won't have 
to worry about pluggin' cunts. Man, you can join the fuckin' church or 
somethin', " Jake shouted. 

Both men laughed, then went back to the business of torturing Christina. 

The blonde teen strained once more not to scream. But Vic was touching her 
with the burning tip now, dragging it along her flesh up to her cunt. There 
was a chilling shock, followed by numbness, and that was followed quickly by 
burning pain. The girl shivered, her fingernails digging into her palms. 

"What are you doing to her! Dear God, what are you doing!" Donald's voice 
rang through the big room as the men continued torturing the girl. 

Christina jerked her ass off the mattress, feeling sweat oozing from every 
pore of her body. The awful line of pain was moving closer and closer to her 
cunt. Images of them burning her pussy to a crisp soared through her mind as 
she twisted against Jake's grip. 

Vic grinned. "Yeah, good pussy, good bitch. You're gonna have a good hot 
cunt ... just like you had when you was fuckin' around with that shit over 
here." 

There was a crackling sound. The first few hairs on her cunt lips burned 
down, curling back, blackened by the heat. Christina threw her head back, 
the cords straining from her neck. The smell of singeing body hair added to 
the odor of burning tobacco. For a second Christina thought she was going to 
pass out. 

"Oh yeah, baby, come on, take it, take it all." Vic was acting as if he were 
fucking her. 

She could tell that doing this sort of thing was a turn-on for the big man. 
He loved it, loved causing pain, humiliating her in front of her injured 
boyfriend. Again she cried out, her body jerking against Jake's as the pain 
increased horribly. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Vic chortled. 

Christina shivered. The gag held her mouth wide. With a tearing pain in her 
throat, she screamed. Christina felt her tears flowing. 

"God, you're burning her. Stop burning her!" Donald cried, scrambling to his 
feet and staggering toward the two men. 

"Had enough of you, kid," Vic said, getting to his feet and throwing away 
his cigarette. 

Christina screamed once more into the gag as she watched the big janitor 
sink his fist into Donald's belly again and again. The young man sank to the 
floor, holding his hands to his belly. That was all Vic needed. Clasping 
both fists together he jerked them up hard against the boy's chin, snapping 
his head back and knocking him unconscious. 

"That'll keep his mouth shut for a while," Vic said, rubbing his knuckles 
against his thighs. 

Christina felt a rush of terror go through her like a knife. They were 
savages, brutal savages! They were capable of doing anything to her. 
Carefully the girl worked her tongue against the bulky roll of underwear in 
her mouth, pushing it past the knotted socks. 

Vic picked up the cigarette and was touching the burning tip once more 
against her flesh. This time, however, he went right to her cunt. At first 
Christina couldn't believe it! He was actually touching the burning end to 
her pussylips. Then the shock of pain snapped her back to reality. Throwing 
her head back, tensing her legs and thighs the young woman let out a howl of 
agony, the cries sneaking past the gag. 

"Yaggghghghhhhhhh!" 

Her body shivered, rocked like a boat in a hurricane. The pain grew worse 
and worse. And then the ultimate happened. She felt him drawing the 
cigarette up, up to her clit. When the tip touched her clit, Christina 
shrieked again, her fingers fanning out and trembling while her legs beat 
against the mattress. It was too painful for her to stand! 

"Hey, she's gonna flip, man. Let 'er go," Jake advised. 

Vic drew the cigarette around her cunt once more, smirking as he watched her 
blonde cunt hairs blackening and curling back. Then, with a mutter, he 
flipped the cigarette away. 

"Ohhhhh..." Christina sighed. 

Christina sank in Jake's arms, her body trembling with tension and pain. 
Blinking her eyes open, she peered over Vic's fat body and saw Donald lying 
in a heap nearby. This thing had started so innocently. They were going to 
have a good time just by themselves. No one would know., And now Donald was 
beaten half to death and she was a victim of these terrible men. 

"Let's get the bitch strung up. Man, I always wanted to do somethin' like 
that, and now's the right time. Ain't nobody gonna be around here to hear 
her scream," Vic said, his eyes like two coals. 

"Okay, man, but let's be careful. I don't want the cops on my ass. You know, 
I got a record and..." 

"Shut up! Don't tell the bitch any more than she's gotta know." 

Christina lay huddled on the mattress, Jake standing close by on guard while 
Vic searched for several lengths of rope. 

"Take the gag outta her mouth," Vic commanded. 

Christina watched as Jake obeyed Vic, then took a long piece of half-inch 
line and threw it over a sturdy-looking pipe overhead. Checking it out for 
weak spots, he seemed satisfied. He motioned for his buddy to bring 
Christina over to him. 

"What are you going to do to me?" Christina whispered. 

"Just think, baby. Your friends are up there, playin' their stupid games, 
talkin' about me, maybe about you and the kid over there," Vic taunted, 
taking a short piece of rope and securing her wrists together in front of 
her. 

Christina winced as the janitor tied a double figure-eight, tightening the 
rope so hard she thought the circulation had been cut from her fingers. 

"They're up there, while you're down here with us," Vic said. Christina 
could have cried at that thought. 

Yes, it was horrible, awful! Freedom was so near. If only she could call 
out, scream out to the others for help. But they were too far away from the 
rest of the kids. No one would have thought to come down here for her and 
Donald. Vic was right. This was a perfect place to do this sort of thing. 
While the kids were studying and playing, she was going to be tortured! 

"Oooohhhhh!" 

The big man fastened the long rope to her wrists, securing it with a slip 
knot, then moving behind her. Christina twisted her head around, peering 
over her shoulder. Sweat broke out on her flesh as she heard Jake and Vic 
whispering. 

Then her arms began to rise. There was a rubbing sound. Looking up, she saw 
the long rope slipping back over the pipes. 

"No, oh no, no!" 

They were going to hang her up like a piece of meat! They were going to 
string her up and hurt her in some awful way! 

"Listen to her moan, man. Christ, it turns me on!" Vic admitted, pulling the 
rope down hard with his buddy, watching as the girl's arms jerked high over 
her head. 

Christina felt her tendons straining, her shoulder aching, as her body was 
being stretched. Slowly, painfully her toes left the ground. She was 
swinging, twisting slowly from side to side, her arms stretched to the 
tearing point. 

"Unnghhhh..." Christina gasped. 

"That's it, secure it to the pipes over there," Vic instructed, reaching 
down and pulling his belt from his overalls. 

Vic stepped in front of Christina, doubling the belt and tapping the leather 
against his fat thighs. 

"You're gonna pay, bitch, pay for everything I've had to take on this lousy 
job." 

Christina shook the long hair from her face, staring down at Vic with 
tear-stained eyes. It was no use telling him she had nothing to do with his 
personal pain and humiliation. She had never called him names, only shrunk 
away from him whenever he made his appearance during the day. Now she was 
going to pay for all the abuse he had taken these long years! 

"Oh my God ... you ... you're hurting me ... you're really hurting me!" 

It was like some nightmare come true! Hanging there, her wrists chafed by 
the rope, her fingers growing colder by the second, her shoulders aching 
from the weight of her swinging body, Christina stared at the two men below 
her. They were the scum of the earth, vile perverts who didn't deserve a 
rock to crawl under. And yet these animals were in control of her life. 

Twisting to the left, Christina saw her boyfriend still lying in a heap near 
the boilers. She could see his chest rising and falling, hear his regular 
breathing. Thank God, he was still alive. 

"You and them others, you all laughed at me a lot, didn't you?" Vic said. 

Christina could see he was trying to work himself up. Vic was trying to 
justify what he was going to do to her. 

"No, I swear it!" she cried, shaking her head from side to side. Her body 
swung with her movement. "I never said anything like that at all!" 

Sweat beaded her forehead as she watched the big fat janitor tapping the 
doubled strap harder against his thighs. 

"Liar! Lyin' bitch!" 

The next move took the girl completely by surprise. 

Vic lashed the belt across Christina's belly. Christina choked, her eyes 
bulging out while her knees jerked apart, her feet kicking to either side of 
her swinging body. It was as if someone had touched her with a torch. She 
sucked in a ragged breath, starting to cry out before stopping herself. 
These animals wanted to hear her scream, hear her begging for mercy. She 
wouldn't give them the satisfaction. 

Christina bit down on her lower lip, biting so hard she broke the skin and 
tasted blood. She was determined not to scream no matter what they did to 
her. The pain ebbed. Slowly she lowered her legs, keeping her knees pressed 
together. In vain, she tried to hide her cunt from the leering men. 

"You're like all the others-think your fuckin' cunt's too good for us. Man, 
when I get through with you..." Vic was so excited he was rocking back and 
forth on his heels. 

"Hey, take it easy, man." Jake warned. "You're gonna make her blow her 
brains out. She keeps screamin' and..." 

The rest of his warning Christina didn't hear. Christina wriggled her 
fingers, touching the rope that bound her wrists. She had to keep moving her 
hands or the circulation would stop. 

"Don't care, man, don't care," Vic said, pushing his buddy to one side. 
"Don't care what the fuck other people'll hear. I'm gonna pay this one back 
for everything she and her kind have done to me." 

"No, no, you don't know what you're saying! Please, oh God, please, don't 
hurt me again!" Christina begged, tears flooding down her cheeks. 

"Fuckin' slut!" 

He slashed the doubled belt next across her right cheekbone. 

The girl cried out, the force of that blow snapping her head to the side. 
Christina choked on a stifled scream. She had nearly forgotten her vow. 
Never, never would she give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out for 
mercy! Once more she bit down on her lower lip, grinding her teeth together 
hard. 

"Unnghhhh..." 

Christina tried to ignore the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her 
navel. Sudden hatred for the men who had trussed her up coursed through her. 
Filling her mouth with saliva, she spat at Vic in a rush of anger. 

"You animals! Bastard! We haven't done anything to you, and you do this to 
us! When we get out of here, we'll make sure-" 

"And who says you're gettin' out," Vic interrupted, with a sly smile. 

Christina stared at him, her flesh chilling. Surely he wouldn't try anything 
foolish enough to send him to prison! Christina shook the awful thought from 
her mind. It was just a bluff, something to add to her already mounting 
terror. 

"Bastard!" she cried but again, jerking her head up and staring at the pipes 
overhead. If only someone nearby could hear her cries for help. 

"Bastard?" 

Vic coughed, pulling himself up and staring heatedly at her. The belt 
trembled in his hands. 

"You're calling me names when you and your kind go around school bouncin' 
your fuckin' asses around, showin' your goddamned nipples through your 
blouses? You call me names when you're all nothin' but a fuckin' bunch of 
whores and sluts, animals that deserve to be fucked then thrown in the 
gutter? Bitch! That's what all of you are," Vic said, his face purpling with 
anger. "Nothin' but a pack of fuckin' bitches!" 

Cocking his arm, he slashed the belt across Christina's right nipple. 

"Yagagghhhhh!" 

The pain was just too much for her to bear. Swinging there, Christina prayed 
God something would happen, someone would come in and stop this insane 
madness. But nothing happened and the belt kept lashing at her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Another slicing blow, this one across her left nipple. 

Christina thought he was going to flay her alive right there in the 
basement. She screamed long and loud, her vocal chords hurting from the 
prolonged yowl. An involuntary spasm made her legs jerk up toward her belly. 
The pain went on and on. 

She ground her teeth, hating the janitor and his friend bitterly. Christina 
wanted him to come close enough for her to kick his crotch. She would get 
back at him the way he was getting back at her. "Bitch!" 

Slowly Christina managed to regain control of herself. She hung there, 
sagging in the ropes, wishing she could mash his cock and balls flat. 

"You got anything else to say, baby? You got somethin' that's gonna make me 
treat you any better'n before?" 

He was moving, drawing up to her. Just a few feet more and she would have 
her revenge. 

"You aren't worth ... worth anything I've got to say," she panted, testing 
her feet, wiggling her toes as Vic stood in front of her. 

"Slut!" 

He hit her again, this time the belt slicing across the flesh of her thighs. 
The blow surprised the girl. Screaming, she jerked her head back, feeling 
her long blonde hair sweeping over the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. Again 
her legs kicked out like those of a frog while her wrists twisted helplessly 
in the ropes. Her tits slapped together with her violent moves. 

"Bitch, fuckin' bitch! You gotta get fucked all the time, don'tcha?" 

"No!" 

Christina screamed out her reply, feeling her mind whirling around and 
around. Things were blurred for her now. She couldn't make Vic or Jake out 
too well, couldn't even see Donald without straining. What was happening to 
her? What were they doing to her? Shaking her head from side to side, she 
tried to overcome the racing pain from the belting. It was the only way 
she'd be able to kick that bastard. 

But for the moment she felt so tired, so exhausted. Groaning, Christina 
sagged in the ropes. She felt her toes barely touching the concrete floor. 

"She's gonna cum like that, man. You mark my words, man, she's gonna make it 
by the time I get through with her!" Vic swore, tapping the belt against his 
thighs. 

"Ohhh..." Christina moaned. 

Again the janitor drew the belt over Christina's tits, then he beat her 
around the ankles and feet before ending up with several blows to her belly. 
The girl cried out with each stroke, her fingers fanned out until they 
cramped while tears streaked her face. This was a nightmare, an impossible 
thing happening right here in her school! 

"Yeah!" Vic looked at her, licking his lips. Christina's twisting, tortured 
body in front of him triggered a spasm of lust. He looked at the helpless 
girl the way a vulture studies a carcass. His hands shaking once more, he 
came a little closer. 

Christina groaned, moving her foot around experimentally. She felt if he 
moved just a bit closer she could kick him. 

"Yaggghghhhhh!" she screamed. 

Vic grabbed at Christina's pussy, twisting the hairs and her cunt lips in 
his fist. Nothing could have prepared the young woman for this agony. She 
screwed her face up in a mask of pain, climbing on the ropes, her muscles 
and tendons bulging with the futile effort of escape. And still Vic held her 
captive by the cunt, pinching her pussy lips, pressing harder and harder 
until Christina felt herself teetering on the brink of collapse. No, she 
couldn't stand this much longer. 

"Cunt! Dumb cunt! You're gonna get what you've been beggin' for for months!" 

His fist moved up. In a moment she felt him sliding his jagged thumbnail up 
until it was up by her clit. In a moment he had the nail poised over her 
tiny sex organ, laughing at her. 

"Aggghghhhhh!" Christina screamed. 

Then he crushed her hard slick clit down under his thumbnail. It sent a shot 
of blinding agony rushing through the young woman's body. It was as if she 
were struck by a lightning bolt! Her face blanching, her arms tensing then 
spasming mightily, Christina felt herself rocketing to the moon. Then a 
dark, comforting blackness overwhelmed her, and she sagged in the ropes, 
this time unconscious. 

* * * 

"Hey, ain't that the cunt who lives next door?" 

"Yeah, she came over to borrow a cup of marijuana and got turned on 
instead." 

The two Faddis brothers laughed. Jack, the taller of them, came up to Donna 
and toyed with her blonde hair. The woman shrank away, covering her tits and 
cunt as best she could. 

"Where's Jeff?" 

"Still down at the parts store lookin' for the right size brake shoe. He'll 
be back," Jack said absently, tugging at her hair and smiling as Donna 
whimpered. "You had 'er, huh?" 

"Yeah, I had her," Mike said, rubbing his cock through his Levi's. He had 
already dressed, keeping Donna naked on the floor for his brothers. 

"She any good?" 

Jack was breathing heavily, his eyes focusing on her thunderous firm tits 
and her cuntal bush. 

"Yeah, pretty fuckin' good. She digs gettin' beat up. You know, she's one 
fuckin' good lay. But a little rough stuff sorta perks her up better," Mike 
said, leering at the terrified woman. 

Jack smiled back, rubbing his chin. 

"That's the kinda fuck I dig, mama. I like the rough stuff." 

"No, he's lying. I swear it!" Donna whispered, her forehead wrinkling with 
fear as she scooted back. "No, no, don't hurt me! Please, please." 

Donna whimpered as her pleas trailed off into a whisper. 

"Hurt you?" Jack laughed, rubbing his sweating palms on either side of his 
Levi's. 

She could see he was becoming aroused. It was just as it had been with Mike. 
Donna saw his cock stiffening, pressing against the faded front of his 
jeans. Soon there was a wet dark spot just to the right of his zipper. His 
cock was big, as big if not longer than his younger brother's. 

"No!" Donna darted her eyes from one brother to the other, still scooting 
back, stopping when her back came into contact with an end table. "Oh God! 
No!" 

Panicking, Donna scrambled to her feet, her hands spread out to keep her 
balance. Running behind the sofa, her tits and buttocks jiggling and 
slapping together, Donna slipped past Mike and rushed for the door. 

Behind her, she could hear Jack's pounding feet. The door! If only she could 
reach the door and open it, she would be safe in the streets! At that point 
Donna didn't care what the neighbors thought. Let them gossip, say what they 
would. The Faddis brothers wouldn't dare follow her out in broad daylight 
and drag back in. She would scream, cry rape, anything to get away from 
these awful men who were showing her a side of herself that she would have 
rather kept buried. "No!" 

Donna eluded Jack's hands by shrugging away, running to the left of the 
door. She stopped, her head spinning, her chest tightening as she saw the 
brothers crouched, poised for attack. Donna backed away slowly, her heart 
beating like a trip hammer! She looked around her desperately for an escape 
path. There was none! 

"Come on, baby, come on. We got somethin' really good for a fast slut like 
you," Jack said, his smile growing broader. 

It was obvious he was enjoying this pursuit, this little game she had 
suddenly thrust onto them. Donna whimpered, her throat and mouth becoming as 
dry as cotton. There was no way out! She had no plans. All that ran through 
the woman's mind now was sheer terror. 

"Oh, oh!" 

Jack rushed toward her, his fists raised. Donna screamed, covering her head 
protectively and running to the left. Her tits bobbed, her ass-cheeks and 
belly jiggled. Gooseflesh puckered up her skin. While running away from 
Jack, she felt a warm trickle of something on her inner thighs. She knew she 
was pissing on herself. She was so frightened she couldn't control her 
bodily functions. Stubbing her toe on another end table, then stumbling 
forward, Donna circled the sofa, dodged Mike, then made another desperate 
dash for the front door. 

"Ohhh!" she gasped. 

Jack spread his arms wide, blocking her path. She spun around, whimpering 
like a terrified kitten, not sure which way she should go. 

The men behind her roared with laughter, cat-calling at her, throwing 
pillows at the fear-stricken woman, laughing as she broke down in front of 
them. 

"Look, man, she's pissing on herself! Man, we've scared her that much! Fuck, 
this ain't real!" Jack laughed, obviously pleased at the way things were 
going. 

"Wait 'til you stick your cock in her. Man, you won't believe how the slut 
turns on!" 

Another moment later Jack was behind her, grabbing her hair, pulling it 
back. He held her tight, yanking on the strands until she thought he was 
going to rip it from her scalp. 

Screaming, her eyes wide, Donna felt her heart sinking. It was all over now, 
all over. There would be no escape now. The men had given her enough rope to 
hang herself. Now they were growing tired of the game and wanted it to end. 

"No!" she screamed. 

Jack gripped her hair more firmly while reaching around and sliding two 
fingers into her cunt. 

"Ohhh, yeah, nice and warm and wet," he moaned in her ear, rubbing his cock 
against her ass. 

Donna moaned, jerking her knees together. He was hurting her, ramming his 
fingers in and out like a fat prick. She begged him to stop. But that only 
added fuel to his perverted fire. 

She twisted around, snapping her head back against his broad chest when she 
felt his fingers sliding up, up to her clit. He touched her clit, brushing 
it with his knuckles. And then she felt his fingers pinching it, rolling it 
around as if it were a little pea! Again she screamed, her knees pressing 
hard against one another, buckling as the pain/pleasure became overwhelming. 

Donna felt her belly and cunt muscles contract, cramping under the 
excitement and terror. Another spasm of wild sensation rushed through her 
pussy. She yelped, grinding her thighs hungrily against Jack's hand and 
spearing fingers. Pleasure? Pain? Donna didn't know. She couldn't seem to 
separate them any more. 

While the men gloated behind her, she backed up against Jack, rubbing her 
ass-cheeks against his groin. 

"Man, hot little bitch," Jack groaned. 

His fingers were twisting around in her cunt hole. He was telling her all 
sorts of things, terrible, awful things that he wanted to do to her body. 
Her spine chilled while her flesh puckered up once more into goose pimples. 
She felt the rough brush of his Levi's against her ass while his fingers 
kept fucking her cunthole. 

"Nice, nice ass, nice everything," Jack whispered. 

Donna cried out when she felt one hand squeezing her ass hard, bringing 
tears to her eyes. She tried pitching forward, jerking away from the big 
man. But Jack was holding onto her tightly, his fingers still twisting and 
turning in her pussy-hole. 

"No!" Donna gasped. 

"No what, bitch?" 

Jack spun her around, gripping her by the shoulders and jerking one knee up. 
It caught her by surprise, knocking the wind from her and forcing her to 
stumble, her arms flailing wildly. Donna toppled back onto the sofa, her 
long white legs draped over the armrest. 

"Not bad, not bad," Jack said, sniffing his fingers, then wiping them on his 
Levi's. 

"Told you she was somethin' else. like I said, just wait 'til you fuck her." 

Donna choked, gasping in lungfuls of air. 

"Get up, baby, come on, get up!" Mike commanded. 

Donna knew it wasn't wise to disobey. Still holding her belly, she swung her 
legs carefully around and stood up, shaking several loose strands of blonde 
hair from her face. She heard Jack moving around behind her. Before she 
could turn around, she felt him slap her ass hard, making her full ass 
cheeks jiggle and bounce from the force of the violent blow. 

"Ohhhh!" she groaned. 

She jerked forward, twisting around and covering her ass with both hands. 
Outrage and anger showed on her face. 

Mike sneaked up behind her, knocking her hands away from her ass-cheeks and 
slapping harder then his brother. Again and again the brothers tormented 
her, spinning her around, slapping her ass until it felt as if waves of hot 
needles stuck into her ass right through to her cunt. 

While they struck, Donna felt her knees growing weak. "No!" 

It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe! She whimpered, gagging 
and throwing her head back, making her long hair sweep over her shoulders. 
With each slap Donna felt herself growing weaker. It wasn't the blows so 
much as it was the terror that mounted and the constant drain on her 
emotional strength. Her will was disintegrating, crumbling under their 
hateful assault! 

"Stop! Please, stop!" 

The blows stopped. 

Donna sank back, covering her face, feeling hot tears washing over her 
fingers. Then she heard footsteps again. She didn't find the energy to run, 
to fight back. She was about to faint. Let them do what they would with her! 
She just couldn't stop them. 

"Slut!" Jack grabbed her, pulling her back, her heels scraping over the 
carpet. 

Donna shivered. "Ugh!" 

Jack had deposited her in the doorway to the kitchen. She leaned against the 
molding, staring up at him as he unbuckled his belt. For an instant she 
thought he was going to fuck her right there on the floor. Then she saw a 
strange gleam in his eyes as he pulled the belt away from the loops, holding 
the buckle in a strange way-almost as if it were a whip. Whipping! 

The thought seared through her mind as she watched him wrapping the black 
leather around his knuckles. He was going to whip her as if she were some 
disobedient slave! 

"No!" Donna covered her face with one hand, wiggling away from the big man. 

Behind Jack she could see Mike sitting on the armrest of the sofa, one hand 
on his knee while the other was gripping a can of beer. He was watching the 
scene, smiling, as she scooted away from Jack with fear written all over her 
face. 

Jack smacked the belt against the wall to one side of her, the sound 
reminding her of a pistol shot. 

"Oh God!" she exclaimed. 

She thought she could feel the leather slicing into her smooth flesh 
already. Behind her, Donna felt the cold tiled floor of the kitchen. 

"No, oh on, no!" 

"Come here, baby, yeah, come here. I ain't gonna do nothin' you don't like." 

Donna eyed the belt, then stared back up at Jack. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Terror knifed through the numbing fog that had temporarily settled over her 
brain. Donna knew this was no dream, no idle fantasy. 

Donna knew Mike's brutality and could guess well at his brother's. She could 
see it in the older man's eyes, his face, the expression he wore now as he 
towered over the trembling woman. It was the expression of a conqueror, a 
predator who had finally cornered its prey. 

Shivering, reaching back, Donna begged him with her eyes for mercy, knowing 
in her soul none would be coming her way. 

"No, no," she whimpered, her cries growing louder, more frantic as the big 
man approached. 

"You'll be taught to listen to us, bitch. When we bark, you're gonna jump up 
like a little dog ... a little puppy dog," Jack said, licking his lips with 
his long pink tongue. 

"Please, oh please," she sobbed. "Oh God, please don't ... don't do this! 
Don't..." 

Nothing in Donna's past experience had prepared her for this. To be used as 
a whore was bad enough. But her mind couldn't fathom the depths she was 
sinking to at this moment. 

"No!" she screamed. 

Donna slid back, her terror-stricken eyes rounded, focused on his big 
advancing hulk. He gained on her, snapping the belt against his side. 
Purposely he stopped, laughing as Donna spun around, crawling away, on all 
fours, her tits jiggling, her nipples nearly touching the carpeting. 

Once more Donna tried rushing for the door, her only hope of escape! 

"No way, bitch, no way!" Mike shouted, throwing the half-filled beer-can at 
her head. 

"Oh!" Donna gasped. 

The beer can slammed against the wall inches in front of her face. She 
backed away, brushing the beer off her face, twisting her head around and 
seeing Jack coming up behind her with that awful-looking belt. Whimpering 
louder, Donna crawled and slipped, falling face down on the rug. She ducked 
behind the sofa, feeling her heart pounding harder and harder. 

Jack watched her trying to duck him, escape from the inevitable beating he 
had planned for her. 

He brought the belt down hard on the 'sofa in front of her, the pounding 
leather raising a cloud of dust. He was playing her, playing her the way a 
fisherman plays with his catch. He gave her ground, then moved in, slapping 
the belt in front of her, making her cry out, whimper, beg for mercy. 

Once more Donna had fallen. She saw Jack rounding the corner, coming at her 
now with determination in his eyes. Backing away, her arms behind her, she 
bumped into something. The refrigerator! She was trapped! There was no 
escape now, no place for her to run! 

Jack laughed, straightening his back and staring narrow-eyed down at her. 

"It's all over now, baby. You've had your run. Now it's time to pay up." 

"No, oh no!" 

She tried to turn away, her arms jerking protectively up to her face as she 
saw his arm jerk up, the long piece of black leather cracking in the air. It 
seemed like an eternity before she heard the whistling sound of the belt 
cutting through the air. Just as she covered her face, Donna heard a snap, 
then realized the sound was the belt smacking against her flesh. 

"Awww!" she screamed. 

The belt bit the flesh along her bottom ribs, just below her left tit. She 
jerked to one side, feeling as if someone had just touched a live electric 
wire to her body. Her ass and tits jiggled with her violent move. Looking 
up, Donna saw the belt swinging over his head again. She caught a glimpse of 
Mike sitting calmly behind his brother, laughing at her plight, drinking 
another beer! How she hated them both!" 

"Nooo!" Donna groaned. 

The belt came down again. She screamed in a torrent of shrieks, the leather 
chewing the flesh along her left thigh. 

The hot rush of sensations was too much for her to stand! Jerking forward, 
Donna scooted away only to run into the kitchen door. 

"Ohhhh..." 

She tumbled back, half stunned. She was helpless, and her expression 
registered terror. But she was unable to protect herself. It was all so 
useless anyway. What could she do? Where could she hide? The men had blocked 
all the entrances. It was a horrible game they had played with her, dangling 
freedom in front of her only to snatch it away! 

The belt came down again, chewing into her ass. Donna squealed, rolling 
away, exposing her ass to the panting man. The belt tore again at her 
ass-cheeks, leaving a long red mark in one of them. But instead of feeling 
sheer pain Donna was starting to experience something else, something far 
warmer, far more pleasurable than anything that had hit her since the 
belting. What was happening to her body, to her mind? She screwed up her 
face, concentrating on this strange turn of events. 

The belt swung in the air above his head again. The shadow was terrifying. 
As the leather snapped down, Donna wondered how far the sensation would 
travel and how she was going to react. 

The belt caught the lower full curve of her ass-cheek. The woman turned on 
her belly, shoving one fist in her mouth to prevent her from yelping ... 
with pleasure! 

She was feeling raw delight at this belting now, something far different 
from what she had felt earlier. The terror was melting, merging into another 
feeling that was strange to her. When Mike had been ravaging her earlier, 
calling her names, hitting her while pulling her hair, she had felt 
something inside of her positive responding to that brutality. And when he 
raped her while hitting her, the sparks had flown into her cunt, making her 
spasm all over! It was happening all over again, this strange combination of 
sensations. But now it was much stronger, far more overwhelming than 
earlier! She gasped, wondering how it would all end! "Oh!" she gasped. 

She felt panic swelling as Jack paused. Was he resting or changing tactics? 

Another grunting sound, then the sound of the belt whistling through the 
air. The leather came down, tearing across her resilient ass flesh. Donna 
recoiled. For an instant she felt dizzy. The belt brought her around. The 
needle-sharp heat that bit into her ass-cheeks radiated down to her pussy. 
When it reached her clit, the sensation changed into a pleasant, exciting 
warmth that made her clit tingle delightfully. 

Another slapping blow against her clit. Again the belt snapped at her clit. 
Once more Donna whimpered, then twisted her head around and let out a 
shriek. But the outcries had changed in tone. They were not cries of fear or 
screams of pain. But now a third element made its way into her voice. She 
was crying out with pleasure, almost begging Jack and his brother to be more 
brutal. 

He stopped again. Donna lay flat on her belly, sobbing into her hands. Her 
body was warm, hot with the lashing of that broad leather belt. And yet she 
found herself eagerly waiting for his next move. She lay there, her legs 
spread, her ass-cheeks flexing. She waited breathlessly as Jack towered 
above her. 

"Now it's my turn, slut." 

"No, oh no!" 

"Now I get you," Jack snorted. "Now I'll fuck you 'til you can taste my jizz 
in your mouth." 

He cursed, reaching down and seizing her hair. Donna yelped at that sudden 
pain, her head being jerked up. 

"Slut, bitch! My brother was right. Looks like you can't have enough of that 
kinda beatin' without juicin' all over yourself. She wants it bad, Mike. 
Man, she wants a cock real bad!" 

"Told you, Jack. She kept tellin' me she didn't wanna get fucked, then 
practically snapped my prick off with her pussy." 

He swore violently at her, twisting her around, then unzipping his pants. 
Donna saw his fat cock slip out, his hairy balls jiggling under his prick 
root. A wad of opaque jizz oozed from his piss-slit, betraying just how 
excited he was over the trembling woman. 

Mike was still sipping his beer, smiling at the two of them. Outside Donna 
heard dogs barking. A car passed by. It all seemed so normal out there while 
insanity raged inside this home. 

"Man, oh man, this is gonna be good," Jack gasped. 

Jack threw down the belt, jerking down his pants, then slipping them off his 
feet. He looked much bigger than his brother! Was it true, or was it her 
warped vision of reality, damaged by the beating she'd just received? 

Jack bent down, backhanding the woman across the mouth savagely. 

Donna shuddered, the force of that blow snapping her head back. The second 
blow left a large red print on her ass-cheeks. He turned her over on her 
side, reaching over and picking up the discarded black leather belt. 

"All the way over!" he shouted, grabbing her fleshy ass and forcing her on 
her belly. 

Donna tightened her ass-cheeks. He" was going to screw her in the ass. She 
knew it, expected it. It was as if she were some mindless slut whose only 
reason for existing was to satisfy his appetite for depravity. 

In a second Donna felt the big man crawling on top of her, smothering her 
with his weight. Then she felt his belt sliding under her throat. He pulled 
back, choking her with the belt, laughing quietly as her breaths turned into 
no strangled gags. 

"Uhhhghh ... no, no ... air ... need ... air!" she gasped in a whisper. 

Donna writhed under him, fighting to breathe, struggling to be free of his 
crushing weight and the belt choking the oxygen from her lungs. Brilliant 
lights popped in front of her, blurring her vision, while Jack kept tugging 
back on the belt. She was going to die! 

Jack continued to savage her, working his prick into her asscrack, loosening 
the belt around her throat so she could breathe more easily. 

Coughing, gasping in air to feed her thrashing body, Donna finally realized 
that Jack was shoving her knees apart, trying to force his cockhead into her 
shitter! 

"No!" she gasped. 

Fucked in the ass! The thought brought shudders of revulsion through her. 
She could feel his bulbous cockhead shoving up against her wrinkled shitter 
lips, demanding to be let in! 

Donna cried out, closing her eyes, squeezing her ass muscles tightly 
together. No one was going to get into her ass-hole, no one! 

"Come on, baby, relax, open up! Man, I'm gonna ream out your ass, then I'll 
fuck the shit outta you. When I get through with you, there ain't gonna be a 
virgin pore left on your body." 

There was a violent shock of pain. She felt Jack's body shivering on top of 
hers, felt the force of his cockhead pressing against her ass-hole. He was 
saying something about her ass, about her ass-hole. She wasn't going to ... 
to let ... let ... him... 

"Yagghghhhhh!" she screamed. 

He had done it! Donna couldn't keep her shitter clamped tight like that for 
long. Exhausted, she let her muscles relax. 

Jack tensed his thighs and drove in, burying the head of his cock in her 
bowels. It was as if someone had pounded a blunt-nosed stake up her 
ass-hole! Pain shot through every part of her body, making her shriek and 
shriek again. Surely someone outside would hear her desperate cries of 
agony, her cries for help. 

She thrashed from side to side like a speared animal, her fingers clawing, 
her knees digging into the floor. 

"Man, ughhh, yeah, tight, real tight. Don't think she's ever had it up the 
ass," Jack grunted, driving his knees hard against the backs of Donna's, 
holding her by the shoulders and pinning her to the floor. 

The helpless, desperate woman yowled in pain, her shrieks coming one after 
another as the fat head of his cock remained lodged in her ass-hole. He was 
going to rip her apart with that thing! Bright lights popped in front of her 
eyes as Jack wagged his hips from side to side, trying to corkscrew his 
prickhead deeper into her resisting ass-hole. 

"Take it out! God, take it out!" Donna cried, spittle flecking her lips and 
chin. 

"Come on, baby, take it all ... yeah, that's it, be a good little slut and 
take it all," the big man responded. 

He tensed his hips, pressing his knees harder against her body and jerking 
forward. 

Donna thought her ass was going to split in two. She cried out, her eyes 
bulging, her nostrils flaring. God, it was as if someone had set fire to her 
shitter! She fought back, tensing her muscles, shoving down as if she were 
taking a long hard shit. 

"Fuck this bitch ... ughhhh..." Jack gasped. 

Donna felt his cock slipping out. His cockhead was sliding out, her elastic 
bowel lining coming back together. With a hot shiver she felt his cock 
sliding completely out of her ass. 

"Damn it! Okay, bitch, you're gonna get it hot and heavy in the cunt," he 
muttered. 

Donna felt his big hands on her shoulders. Jack had backed away, resting now 
on his knees. With one rolling movement he had turned her completely around 
until she was resting on her back. Her knees were bent up toward her tits. 

"Damn you, damn you!" she hissed between her teeth, her ass-hole still 
fluttering from the recent invasion. 

"Go on, baby, go on and fuck the shit outta this number," Jack said, kicking 
her legs apart and mounting the woman. 

She could feel his breath against her throat as he pressed down. He took her 
hips in both hands, roughly edging her up until his cockhead fitted tightly 
against her cunt lips. 

"Man, you won't have trouble gettin' into the bitch. She's so fuckin' hot 
you'll slide in on her juice. Besides," Mike said, taking another swig of 
beer, "you got my jizz to slip in on." 

"Thanks, brother," Jack muttered, leaning forward. 

Donna groaned, her heart skipping beats. Instinct told the woman this was 
going to be a fuck that would be better than anything she had ever felt 
before. 

"Yeah, oh fuckin' Jesus, yeah!" Jack groaned, throwing his head back and 
shaking the perspiration off his face. 

Donna cried out, the itchy ache between her legs increasing as he drilled 
his cock into her clenching fuck-hole. The grip on her hips tightened. She 
could feel his fingers pressing against her flesh, pressing harder and 
harder until Donna was sure he was bruising her. 

Jack leaned forward, his hands sliding from her hips to her ribs, then up to 
her shoulders. 

Stars exploded in front of her. He was starting to fuck her, fuck her slow 
and steady, angling his body so his cock touched her clit all the time. 

"Oh no, no, no!" Donna whined. 

"Go for it, baby, that's it! Go for it, tell me you dig it, really dig it!" 
Jack whispered. He leaned forward a little more, sticking out his tongue and 
flicking it in her ear. 

Donna felt her body responding quickly to the fucking. She writhed 
helplessly, pinned to the floor by his cock like an insect pinned in a 
biology lab. In and out, in and out, with increasingly brutal speed until 
Donna was grunting like a pig. lis 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Hey, what the fuck's goin' on?" 

It was the third brother, Jeff, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide as he 
watched Jack fucking the shit out of Donna. 

"Close the fuckin' door, ass-hole!" Mike growled angrily. "She's the 
neighbor." 

"Oh, yeah, yeah ... the one with the daughter. Nice piece of ass," Jeff 
commented, narrowing his eyes and licking his lips. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she grunted. in 

Donna felt the world slipping crazily all around her. She was falling, 
tumbling end over end, while brilliant lights exploded all around her. She 
was going to cum soon. She could feel her body blowing up, exploding with 
delight as Jack pistoned his cock faster and faster into her hole! Donna was 
growing more and more frantic. 

Clawing, biting, scratching, Donna felt herself being swept up by lust. A 
powerful spasm shot through her cunt like a jolt of electricity. Her spine 
arched, her body jerking and wallowing against the floor. Then another and 
another shot blew through her cunt, making her pussy walls clench down on 
the big cock hammering into her. 

It was all Jack needed. He hit her several times across the face, then cried 
out something. His cock was expanding, the center tube filling up with jizz. 
In another moment hot gouts of cum spattered against Donna's cunt walls. She 
was being filled another time, her pussy reacting just as hotly as before. 

"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Jeff groaned, rubbing his cock through his 
trousers. He quickly caught onto what his brothers were doing and he wanted 
a piece of the action. 

"Oh, ohhhhh!" Donna gasped. 

Donna felt herself falling, falling into a black comforting abyss. The power 
of her climax was knocking her out. She fought for consciousness, afraid of 
what would happen to her if she blacked out. But the frantic woman couldn't 
help herself. Screaming out again, jerking her thighs up to meet Jack's 
savage rape, Donna fell back to the floor, a limp form. 

She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she awoke, she moaned, 
raising her eyelids just a bit and peering up through her long lashes. Lying 
there, she saw Mike and Jack drinking beer on the sofa. Jeff was standing 
nearby, talking softly to his brothers, then glancing down at her. 

"This cunt's gonna get us in trouble if she squeals to somebody," Jeff said, 
a worried look on his face. 

Mike downed another gulp of beer, wiping his thick lips with the back of one 
hand. "Don't worry about it. We've fucked the shit outta her. She says 
anything and all three of us will talk about the way she puts out. Man, she 
ain't gonna risk blabbin' to the cops and the neighbors. What's she gonna 
tell her fuckin' daughter when everybody starts callin' her mama a slut?" 

A tear oozed from under one eyelid. She didn't think she would have the 
courage to call the police, to tell the world what the Faddis brothers had 
done to her. Donna knew she had responded far too strongly to the rape. She 
had enjoyed the torment. 

"Hey, I think she's comin' outta it." 

"Ohhhh..." Donna groaned. 

Moving the backs of her legs against the dirty living room carpet, Donna 
felt a dull ache in her shoulders and back. They had been fucking her raw! 
Rocking her body to one side, she felt her cunt lips slipping against one 
another. Jizz! Wads and wads of wonderful hot, male jizz had spattered into 
her cunthole. And another Faddis was about to fuck her. 

"Yeah, a nice bitch. Used to watch her hangin' out some clothes and stuff. 
Always wondered what the fuck she looked like outta her shorts," Jeff said, 
stroking her inner thigh softly with one hand while the other kneaded her 
ass-hole. 

"Ohhhh, don't do this to me again! Please, don't! I don't think I could ... 
could take any more of this!" 

It was true. Donna felt as if every ounce of strength had been drained from 
her. 

"You don't have to worry about that," Jeff whispered, pinching her white 
flesh until she yelped. 

A shock of fear went through her. Glancing up at the young man, she could 
see that Jeff was the handsomest of the Faddist brothers. 

He was almost baby-faced, having a long shock of blonde hair that hung over 
his eyes. In a way she thought he was more Christina's type-young, innocent, 
fun-loving. But he was a Faddis. 

His brothers had schooled him well in the art of brutality and fucking. 
Donna shivered, knowing once more she would have to endure some kind of 
physical and mental humiliation. 

And again, in spite of that knowledge, she felt herself feeling thrills of 
pleasure that came from his touch. They spread to all parts of her body. Her 
belly tensed, then rippled. Her nipples became stiff, hot and rubbery. His 
touch became more and more insistent. 

This was awful! She was turning into some kind of nympho! They had put her 
through hell. And yet there she was, begging them, actually begging them for 
more! , "I don't know about this, man. You guys've fucked her all over. Man, 
there ain't too much for me to do," Jeff said, pushing back the hair from 
his eyes while continually stroking her. 

Donna wanted to tell him things, tell him how she felt right now. She wanted 
to say she was hot, would clean up, would do anything for him, if he touched 
her all over ... if he would mount her, stick his cock into her and take 
care of that awful itchy ache that had been troubling her ever since she'd 
awakened! 

"Ummmmm..." she moaned. 

"Yeah, you were right. She's a hot number, really hot," Jeff commented. 

Donna couldn't keep her body still. Her hips were slowly moving back and 
forth in fucking movements while her eyelids quivered and her shoulders slid 
from side to side. She moaned as cunt-juice oozed from her slit, washing out 
Jack's cum. 

Needles of incredible lusty heat dug at her nipples and clit. Her clit! How 
painfully it was vibrating! Biting her lip, Donna moved one hand up, her 
fingers touching Jeff's legs gently. She wanted to feel his cock, feel the 
strong thick cock she was sure he sported between his thighs. All the Faddis 
brothers seemed to be built like donkeys! 

"Not yet, baby, not yet," Jeff said, his voice tinged with lust. 

"Hey, baby brother. Watcha gonna do, fuck 'er in the eyeballs?" 

Mike and Jack laughed drunkenly, swigging down another beer. 

"Yeah, that's the only place we ain't stuck nothin', " Jack added. 

"Get up," Jeff said, grabbing Donna by the shoulders and hauling her up to a 
sitting position. 

Donna groaned, her head lolling from side to side. She shook the hair from 
her eyes and stared up at the big man. Power. She was trembling before an 
overwhelming tower of power. She could see that now all-too-familiar bulge 
pressing out against the front of his Levi's. 

Jeff was staring at her, his face now red with lust. Donna trembled, feeling 
the strength in his fingers against her shuddering shoulders. 

"Yeah, a real bitch. Can see that now," Jeff commented. He threw her back. 

Donna cried out, sprawling on the floor and knocking over a foot stool. The 
fall was so hard her jaws snapped together. 

Propping herself up, she watched Jeff approach her. The power radiating from 
him was overwhelming. It was the same power she had sensed in the other two 
brothers, perhaps even more. She could feel the flames of that power 
singeing her cunt, burning her clit, making her want to embrace this young 
man the same way she had embraced his brothers. 

Jeff took a step toward her. Drawing back, Donna twisted her body until she 
was crawling away from Jeff. 

"Come here, baby, come here. I got an idea to do somethin' my brothers never 
thought of," Jeff said. 

Jack and Mike smiled up in interest. 

"No, ohhhhh..." Donna replied. 

Another ordeal! It would be an ordeal, something she would have to overcome 
to have her cunt satisfied. Donna groaned. 

"Oh!" Donna scooted back, the carpet burning her ass as she pushed with her 
feet toward the kitchen. 

He came at her. She couldn't outdistance him. The others were there to kick 
her back into the living room. It was impossible to escape from here until 
the Faddis brothers were ready to let her go. 

Sobbing with terror, she stopped as Jeff stood in front of her, throwing 
down a grin that was the most evil, most horrifying expression she had ever 
seen. It was as if the devil himself had come up. 

"Come here," Jeff said, reaching down and grabbing her wrist. 

Donna didn't rise. Instead she let herself be pulled across the living room, 
her legs dragging behind her. 

"Don't..." 

"Don't what? Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you ... maybe. I know you want it bad, 
baby. But I ain't gonna stick my cock into you until I've taken some time 
showin' you what you are. And when I'm finished with you..." 

They went through the doorway, Mike and Jack drunkenly following, stumbling 
over the carpet, laughing softly and praising their younger brother for the 
spunk he was showing. 

"When I'm through with you, you'll wish you were livin' in the fuckin' city 
dump!" 

Jeff was getting excited, aroused, as he pulled the protesting woman down 
the narrow dark hallway to the bathroom. 

Donna moaned. Something horrible, something more disgusting than the ordeal 
she had been through was going to happen to her. She could feel the 
afternoon building to a violent climax. 

When Donna felt the cold tiled bathroom floor brushing over her body, she 
stiffened with fright. What next? What horrible thing next? She felt her 
skin pucker up into gooseflesh. 

Jeff cursed as he dragged her to the tub at the far end of the room. Her 
ankles kicked against the toilet, her feet knocking over a battered trash 
can. 

"Over and in," Jeff said. 

She felt his big hands up against her armpits, lifting her body over the 
cold porcelain edge of the bathtub. Stretching her arms forward, Donna 
cushioned her fall. 

"Ooooffff!" 

She tumbled in head over heels, straightening herself. It was so cold! 
Briskly the woman rubbed her fingertips over her upper arms, her teeth 
chattering while her ass rested on the floor of the tub. The faucet was 
leaking steadily, tiny droplets splashing on her ankles. Donna shivered, 
pressing her fingertips hard against her upper arms, waiting for Jeff to 
make his next move. 

"Stay where you are," he ordered, pointing his finger at her. 

"Yes, yes," she whimpered, feeling terror creeping over her like some filthy 
slime. 

Christina! Her daughter would be home soon. As she watched Jeff undressing, 
pulling his shirt off then unbuttoning the front of his trousers, she 
thought of Christina. How could she face her daughter this evening, talk to 
her over dinner while she thought of the Faddis brothers and what they had 
done to her? And how would she be able to guide her daughter in the years to 
come? How could she possibly talk about morality when she had been crawling 
in the slime and enjoying it? She would have to be very careful. 

Jeff slid his Levi's off, revealing a thick eight-inch cock that now dropped 
softly from between his legs. As he pulled off his socks, Donna contemplated 
his cock. He would be getting it hard soon. Whatever sick thing he was 
planning to do to her would be getting his cock good and hard in a moment. 
And soon she would feel that prick drilling into her, spreading apart her 
cunt walls and fucking her pussy while hot cum churned in his nuts. 

Just the thought of that fuck, the idea of having this youngest of the 
Faddis brothers fucking her, raised goose bumps on her cuntal flesh. Slowly 
the woman slid one hand into her lap, her fingers moving gently over her 
cunt flesh, She stiffened once more, her fingertips touching her clit. Soon 
she would feel his cock against that sensitive lump of flesh! 

"Hey, what the fuck you doin', brother?" Jack asked. 

"Watch," Jeff replied. 

"Hey, the kid's gonna teach us somethin', " Mike said, grinning at Jeff. 

The young man said nothing, opening the medicine chest while turning on the 
cold-water tap in the sink. The liquid splashed in the porcelain while his 
fingers gripped a dirty water glass. Donna watched as he started drinking, 
her forehead wrinkling as an inkling of what was about to happen spread to 
her mind. 

The blonde cringed, the cold porcelain sending shivers through her. There 
was plenty of room for her to stretch out in the tub. And Donna guessed Jeff 
would have liked her to do just that. But instead she curled into a ball, 
her knees pressing up against her tits. She wished at one point she could 
sink into oblivion before the Faddis boys had another crack at her. 

Jeff was drinking water while she sat there with a hot, itchy cunt in the 
middle of a bathtub. 

Now Jeff had finished with his drinking. He dropped the glass into the sink 
and turned to her, cupping his cock in both hands. His dick was getting 
larger and firmer now, the shaft turning a dark pink. 

Donna could see his balls tightening in their leathery sac. She let out a 
gasp, her knees slowly opening while her soles slid over the slick 
porcelain. She was warming the tub, feeling the hard surface becoming more 
comfortable. 

"Watch this," Jeff said, raising one leg, crawling into the tub. 

"This oughtta be good," Mike whispered. 

"Yeah, the kid's gonna be a real part of the family now," Jack exclaimed. 

Jeff stood in front of her, his long smooth legs spread widely apart, one of 
his knees touching the shower wall. "You listen to me and listen good. You 
don't do what I say and I'm gonna knock your head against the wall, 
understand?" 

Donna nodded her head up and down, too afraid to speak. 

"Don't move." 

"No, no, I won't," she gasped. 

She was panting, out of breath. He was holding his semi-rigid cock, aiming 
the piss-slit at her. 

Donna knew what he was going to do now and she felt her stomach tighten, her 
mind explode at the thought. Piss on her! He was going to piss on her! 
Staring up at him, she saw a clear droplet of urine ooze from the slit. And 
then it happened. 

"Ugh!" Closing her eyes, Donna sucked in a ragged breath. 

Hot yellow urine splashed over her belly. It made her sick! And it kept 
coming. It kept coming, splashing over her belly, filling her navel, 
spilling over into her cunt, slicking down the soft blonde curls, splashing 
onto her hips. She shivered, her eyelids blinking. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Don't move." Jeff's voice was cool yet forceful. 

Donna shook her head from side to side, then stared up at him. He was so 
young, almost as if he had just come from high school. And there he was, 
standing over her, pissing on her as if she were some kind of toilet! 

"Ohhhh..." She shut her eyes. 

He was doing it again. Coughing, then holding his cock with both hands once 
more, Jeff directed the thin, hot spray between her tits. She felt the awful 
liquid stinging her nipples, then move down to her belly, to her pussy Tiny 
droplets splashed against her clit. It was arousing her. That spraying 
effect was stimulating her clit all over again! 

"No, oh nooo!" Donna moaned. 

Her own body was doing this to her! She was turning onto this awful game! 
She was sitting there in a dirty bathtub acting out the part of their 
private sewer! Again the image of her daughter drifted back into her mind. 
Innocence! That was something she would never have again! 

"No!" she screamed. 

He was moving the stream up to her face. She wasn't going to let him do 
that-piss in her mouth! Gagging, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat, 
Donna clapped one hand over her mouth. 

"Come on, baby. You ain't gonna have no fun if you keep yourself back." 

He kicked her in the belly, hanging onto the wall for support. He jabbed her 
belly, knocking the wind from her. 

Donna gasped, pitching back, her spine hitting the side of the tub. There 
was no choice. 

"Sorry ... sorry," she said, her words echoing off the porcelain. 

Donna felt herself dangling over some awful abyss. She had to submit, let 
him do what he wanted. They would have to let her go soon, go back to her 
home. It was getting very late. 

"Ohhhh 

Ha hands came down. Donna forced her face to resume a mask of calm. The 
stream stopped. The stream of piss had stopped! 

Jeff looked down, then flicked off a droplet that struck her throat. She 
blinked, feeling a rush of relief. 

"Stay there," he commanded. 

Jeff got out of the tub, picked up the water glass and refilled it. Jack and 
Mike stood in the doorway still, amused at their little brother's act. 

"Didn't think you could be like us, man," Jack confessed. 

"Yeah, you've fucked around and all that. But not like this. Christ, you're 
one of the family ... really one of us," Mike said. 

Jeff smiled, then downed more water. 

Donna watched and trembled. Already the stink of his piss came to her. She 
didn't know if she could take more of this. What Jack and Mike had done was 
animalistic. This was something totally out of the realm of belief for her. 
Even while she sat there in the awful puddle of urine, Donna couldn't 
believe this was happening to her. 

Jeff climbed back in. His cock was much longer, much harder and thicker now. 
The image of her crouching down in the tub with piss all around her must 
have aroused his cock greatly. 

Turning her head, she saw Mike and Jack staring bemusedly down at her. For 
the first time Donna felt like garbage! 

"Okay, we're gonna start up again, baby. And it's gonna be real good." Jeff 
belched, bending his knees slightly while holding his cock again with both 
hands. "Open your mouth." 

What could she do? Feeling that sour taste in her throat once more, Donna 
took several deep breaths, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. Her 
clit was erecting once more. To her shame she knew she was poised on the 
brink of climax. 

"Yeah, that's right," Jeff remarked. 

The piss started. He directed the stream carefully, moving it along her 
lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes. 

"Uh! Uh!" she moaned. 

The smell was spreading. Awful, terrible! The disgusting heat spread. She 
wanted to draw back, to climb out of the tub and vomit into the toilet! It 
wouldn't have taken much to push her over the edge. Instead, Donna held 
back, swallowed down her outraged pride, and let Jeff piss on her as if she 
were a rock. For as much as she hated this-as much as she felt that she was 
going to retch-her clit was swelling up to the bursting point. Again she 
felt the pull of two forces, each one tearing at the other. 

"Closer, baby," he panted. 

Donna slid forward, drawn like a butterfly to its own destroying fire. She 
kept her mouth wide open, her eyes blinking, meeting his stare as she choked 
and swallowed his piss. Awful, awful! 

Donna gagged again, feeling some of the salty warm fluid trickling down her 
throat, most of it splashing over her lips and dribbling down her chin and 
cheeks. 

Heat spread behind her eyes, burning through her skull like fired pokers. 
The flames washed down to her belly and into her cunt. Her clit ached with 
the strain of another approaching climax. Just as he went dry, Donna felt 
her clit explode. Orgasm! She had a climax, cumming with piss all around 
her! She was a sick woman, a sick demented slut cumming in front of these 
men while one of them pissed on her! 

"Man, she's makin' it!" Jack commented. 

Jeff nodded his head, jerking his cock hard with one hand while cupping his 
balls with the other. 

Donna saw his fat cock stalk whipping back and forth between his sliding 
fingers and felt another twinge pass through her clit. Her eyes screwed into 
a squint, her hands cupping her cunt while with her thumbs she peeled back 
the lips of her pussy and flailed at her clit. 

"Yeah!" Jeff raised one foot, balancing himself carefully while guiding his 
big toe into her pussy. 

Through a mist of aroused sexuality, Donna watched him fuck her with his 
foot. His eyes were shut tight, his breathing becoming more and more rapid 
and strained. She jerked her ass back, then shot it forward. Cumming! What a 
sick way, what a wonderful way! 

"Fuck!" Jeff screamed. 

At that point Donna felt hot streaks of something against one cheek. He was 
shooting off! Looking up once more, the climaxing woman saw streaks of white 
arching from the fat prickhead. Most of them landed on her body, feeling 
like a hot, scalding acid while his toe kept rubbing against her clit. 

Finally it was over. Donna collapsed back, her head striking the wall behind 
Jier. She felt the piss cooling on her body and under her ass as some of it 
gurgled merrily down the bathtub drain in front of her. 

"Man, oh man," Jeff sighed. 

"That was one hell of a show, brother. Now it's time to get this bitch 
cleaned up and outta here. And," Jack said, brushing past Jeff who had just 
climbed from the tub, "you remember, baby, you ain't gonna say nothin' to 
nobody. You do, and you ain't gonna be able to live around here, 
understand?" 

Donna nodded her head, her cunt still convulsing, while her clit sputtered 
with the energy of a wild climax. No, he didn't have to worry. She would say 
nothing, nothing at all to disturb their freedom. 

"So, take a shower," Jack said. 

Jack leaned back, turned on the cold water and flipped the shower nozzle. 

The icy spray stung Donna into action. Screaming, scrambling to her feet and 
slipping several more times, she sprang back to life. 

"Ahhhhh!" she squealed, trying to climb from the tub. 

"Wash up, then get the fuck outta here," Jack growled, shoving her back 
under the cold water and slamming the sliding glass door shut. 

Donna screamed and sobbed, twisting around under the icy water, washing off 
the foul piss and cum. 

* * * 

Christina guessed she had been unconscious for some time. When she blinked 
her eyes open, she discovered to her relief that they had taken her down 
from the ropes. She rubbed her chafed wrists against her sides, breathing 
more easily. Perhaps they had gone! Perhaps she and Donald could escape from 
here and ... opening her eyes wider and turning around, she realized both 
Jake and Vic were there. Donald was still unconscious on the floor. God, it 
was all the same! Nothing had changed! 

"Hey, it's gettin' late. Somebody's gonna be comin' down here and ... and 
find us," Jake said, nervously glancing at his watch. 

"Old fuckin' woman," Vic muttered. 

Jake wrinkled up his forehead, feeling stung by the remark. "Man, it's just 
that ... shit, with the kids, it could wind us up in Soledad for a long 
time." 

Vic stared thoughtfully at Christina who had been laid back on the mattress. 
Scratching the back of his head, he nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, you're right. We gotta make sure this little bitch don't talk," he 
added, his eyes narrowing. 

"Oh, oh, I won't say a word. I promise, I promise!" Christina babbled, 
terrified at the possibilities Vic might have in silencing both her and 
Donald. 

"Yeah, that's what you say now. But when I let you go ... no, there's gotta 
be a way, man, gotta be a way." 

Christina cringed on the mattress, her body trembling as her mind raced over 
the possibilities. A gun? Would they slam a bullet in her brain? Already she 
could feel the hot, heavy weight of the blunt slugs slamming into her body. 

"Come on. We're gonna have us a little party and get some insurance as well. 
Get that old Polaroid I keep in the desk," Vic said to Jake, tugging down 
his trousers once more and rubbing his cock back up to its full length. 

Christina felt her cunt walls tightening all over again. The young girl saw 
the other man pulling a camera out of the bottom desk drawer and examine it 
for film. 

"Loaded," Jake said. 

"Good. Check the flash. We're gonna have some good shots of this bitch," Vic 
said, stepping up to the edge of the mattress while holding his cock in one 
hand. 

Christina trembled. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Suck it?" Christina gagged at the thought, her eyes crossing as she kept 
them fixed on the purpling cockhead in front of her. The sour odor of Vic's 
crotch invaded her nostrils once more. 

"Yeah, you know how to do it! Just put your lips together and kinda 
whistle," Vic said, laughing cruelly. He slipped one hand behind her head 
and guided her forward. "And get her face in the shot. People gotta see it's 
her, understand?" 

"Yeah, yeah," Jake said breathlessly, his dick tenting up the front of his 
Levi's. 

"Okay then, baby, take it in your mouth and have at it." 

Christina opened her mouth, tilting her head slightly back while sticking 
out her tongue. In a moment she felt the weight of his prickhead against her 
lower lip. The bulbous tip slipped in a little farther. Then there was a 
blinding flash. She grunted, pulling her head back in startled surprise. 

Vic tightened his grip on her skull, holding her firmly, then shoving her 
mouth back onto his throbbing cock. 

Blackmail! That's what they were going to use on her. She knew they would 
take several pictures, then threaten to pass them around to her family and 
friends if she said anything about what happened here. 

"Ugh!" Her cheeks puffed out. 

Vic was fucking her mouth, slipping at first only an inch or two of his cock 
in, then sliding in all eight inches until the head slammed against the back 
of her throat. 

Christina gagged, her hands sliding up, fingers pressing against his hairy 
thighs. She tried pushing herself away. But Vic still held her firmly, 
sawing his prick back and forth. Christina felt saliva drooling down her 
chin. 

And there was that salty taste coming from the head of his cock, making her 
swallow hard. Jizz! He was going to cum in her mouth! He was going to spray 
that white stuff in her mouth and make her swallow it! 

"Ohhhh, yeah, gimme that good head! Ohhh, fuck move that tongue around, suck 
it ... uuughhh, that's right! Fuck, do it, do it good, baby, do it really 
good!" Vic sighed, his eyes closing in ecstasy. 

Another flash, this time nearly in front of her face. Christina groaned 
again, feeling as if her life were coming to an end. She would be able to 
say nothing about what happened down here. The girl trembled at the thought 
of others seeing pictures of her and Vic-that awful janitor. They would tell 
everything. She would be laughed right out of the school. 

And her mother! Her prudish mother! What would she say? Christina groaned 
again, seeing herself being pitched out of the house and into the streets to 
make her living as best she could. She would say nothing about all this. And 
she would have to convince Donald to remain silent as well. 

"Okay, baby, okay, don't wanna waste the cum down your throat. You got a 
tight cunt. Gonna fuck it again. This oughtta be good for a couple of 
shots," Vic added. 

Throwing her back onto the mattress, Vic crawled on top of her, his hands 
fanned out on her tits, fingers pressing into the nipples. 

Christina cried out, flailing her fists against his chest, kicking out, 
wishing she could mash his balls with her feet. Outrage, anger, terror 
knifed through her once more. She hated him, hated him for having torn her 
cherry, for having shown her a part of herself that she wished had been left 
buried. 

"You're gonna remember this, baby, all your life. And maybe later we'll send 
you a few shots to remind you. You know, somethin' you can show your 
grandchildren when you're all dried up down there," Vic taunted, pinching 
her nipples cruelly until the girl squealed. 

Snapping her head from side to side, Christina cursed violently, not caring 
whether she offended the big ugly stud or not. 

"Good, she's still got some life in her. This oughtta spice her up too." 

Another picture, this one taking in her face and crotch at the same time! 

Christina groaned. God, it was happening again. Against her will, against 
everything holy she was feeling, the cockhead rubbed life into her cunt. She 
could feel the juices flowing from her cunt, wetting down her asscrack. She 
wanted the fuck as much as she loathed it! 

"Ohhhhhh..." she sighed. 

Vic rolled his hips, his cock shoving against the top of the girl's cuntal 
mound. His fingers tightened on her tits, pushing into the soft flesh. 
Christina found herself responding to his moves with moves of her own. She 
slid her thighs toward him, crying out when she felt his prick pressing over 
her clit. 

A fourth picture, the sound of the camera click filling her brain. She 
rocked her ass from side to side, feeling the janitor's cockhead bumping 
first one cunt lip, then the other. Her clit rolled under the steady 
pressure, sending more messages of sexual heat to her brain and pussy. 

Crying out now in a different voice than before, Christina grabbed at his 
face, pulling his head against her throat. He was biting her, tearing at her 
with his teeth and she loved it. She knew she was wallowing in her own moral 
filth, and loving every second of it! Depraved beyond salvation! Again she 
thanked God Donald was still unconscious and unable to see how she was 
reacting. 

"Fuck it, baby!" 

Christina squirmed down, feeling the greasy crack of her cunthole slide over 
his cockflesh. In, in, she wanted all of his cock inside her pussy! 

Vic knew what she wanted and slipped it to her. With a forward thrust of his 
hips, he shot his cock into her cunt, driving the girl half mad with his 
cock. "Ohhhhh!" 

Shards of glass-like delight cut her clit. Christina felt herself melting, 
melting under the big man's heat. 

"Man, gonna pop soon. Uhhhhh, this fuckin' bitch's too much, man, too ... 
too fuckin' much!" Vic groaned. 

A fifth and sixth light explosion blinded the girl. But she forgot about the 
camera, forgot about Jake and what he was doing. She arched her back, 
wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while squirming her ass. More 
cock! That's what her mind kept demanding. More prickmeat, more of that fat 
prick sliding in and out of her hole. 

Vic complied with her silent demands, grinding his hips against hers, 
filling her cunt to the hilt with his cock. 

Christina swiveled her ass, her feet banging against his lower back. How 
good it was to feel that long bar of cock reaching deeper and deeper, 
shoving her cunt walls apart, continually rubbing against her clit until she 
thought sparks were showering out from that tiny organ. 

"Fuck..." she groaned. 

"Work it, work it, bitch!" Vic was digging his fingernails into her ass. 

Christina cried out again. She felt her ass throbbing under his hands. 
Thoughts of the hanging, of the beating, of all the awful tricks he and his 
friend had used flooded her mind. The all seemed to merge in this terrible 
moment as her clit threatened to burst. 

"Ohhhhh ... nooooo!" she wailed. 

The young girl shut her eyes and rocked her body madly. Her ass-cheeks 
flexed, softened, then flexed again while her pussy shot up and down. She 
was fucking her body on his hot prick. 

Vic saw this and smiled, his smile fading quickly as cum churned up from his 
balls and packed down thickly in his dickhead. 

Christina tossed her hips around with wild abandon. She could feel the 
simmering heat climb toward her brain. She started holding her breath, her 
cuntmouth hurting from all the friction. Her entire belly seemed to bulge 
out with cock, swelling with excitement. The young girl grunted, ramming her 
cunt up onto the rock-hard cock as her climax exploded. 

Christina went wild, her mind blowing apart into millions of pieces. And 
then Vic came, his prick firing the white-hot jizz into her pussy. The two 
of them gripped one another desperately. 

"Aaagghghhh!" Vic screamed. 

Christina felt her cunt walls gripping at his cum-spraying dick. For a while 
the girl felt nothing except her cunt and the shooting cock trapped in her 
furry hole. Gasping, sobbing, laughing, Christina spun around and around, 
not caring that it was a loathsome individual fucking her. 

"Nice, nice," Vic said, smiling down at the girl. 

Christina turned her head away, too numbed by the power of her climax to 
speak yet. 

Vic tensed his thighs, pulling out his soft cock. He laughed, feeling her 
pussy clutching at the withdrawing dick. 

"Still can't have enough, huh? Hey, Jake, how'd the shots come out?" 

The other janitor was studying the photos as his buddy stood up and started 
dressing once more. From the corner they could hear Donald moaning. He was 
starting to regain consciousness. 

"Not bad. Last one's kinda blurry. But the rest ... well, pretty good." 

"Yeah, yeah," Vic said, tucking his shirt into his opened Levi's. He studied 
the shots, then walked over to Christina and knelt down. Fanning out the 
photos, he shoved them in front of her face. "Take a look at 'em, baby. You 
want your old lady to see how you work at school?" 

Christina saw the shots and turned away, her cheeks burning from 
embarrassment. They were clear-awful, terrible, sickening, clear shots of 
her getting it on with Vic. There could be no mistaking who it was in the 
pictures! Again she could hear Donald groaning. 

"Don't show those around," she pleaded, pushing the photos away. 

"You keep your fuckin' mouth shut and nobody's gonna know. Now get dressed 
and get the kid outta here. I gotta eat." 

Christina fought down the desire to scream, picking herself up and dragging 
herself over to Donald. It was over ... at least for now. 

Later that day Christina was at the dinner table, pushing the fork through 
her mashed potatoes, trying to keep up the spark of conversation with her 
mother. Thank God her mother was quiet this evening also. 

"Was it a good day at school, dear?" 

Christina felt a rush of horror and fought down the desire to get up and 
run. Squaring her shoulders, she put down her fork and dabbed the napkin 
over her lips. There was homework to be done, thank God. It would be a good 
excuse for her to get away from her mother and think this out. She had to 
figure out what had happened at school today and her reaction to it. 

"It was okay. Nothing much happened." 

Again she felt a rush of shame, feeling her cheeks burning as well. Thank 
God her mother seemed proccupied this evening. 

Outside the window, Christina could hear the Faddis brothers laughing about 
something. Then someone started a car, raced the engine, and squealed off. 

"They make me nervous," Christina said, glancing over her shoulder at the 
window. 

Donna shivered, rubbing her arms again. Christina must never know what 
happened to her that afternoon. She would put the house up for sale, get out 
of here before it happened again. Donna couldn't trust the Faddis boys, 
couldn't trust herself. 

"Well, I've got some history to read, Mother. I'll help clean up and-" 

"No, dear, you do your homework. I'll take care of this," Donna said, 
smiling weakly at her daughter. 

Christina smiled back, thanking God she had convinced Donald not to say 
anything about his beating and her torture and rape. She had kept the 
details about what had happened down there from him, just saying they had 
beaten her some more. Jake and Vic smiled at her explanation, tucking away 
the photos of her fucking and giving head. 

"Okay, Mom." 

Donna sighed, putting down the dishes and looking out the window. How could 
she understand what had happened today? Still she felt the piss stinging her 
face and cunt lips! Still she could hear their mocking laughter, feel their 
cocks sliding into her. And still she wanted ... no, no, she couldn't think 
of that. She would be different. She had to be! 

"Oh God," Donna sighed, clearing away the dishes. "Different. It'll be 
different." 

She rested her body against the sink, wondering if indeed it would be! 


THE END
