Lashed Honey Pots: Sex & Discipline
by Unknown 


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

Discipline is a deep part of the sexual activities of the world today. There 
is no use in denying it. People put ads in sex magazines, looking for 
someone who will dominate them and discipline them. 

All over the country, there are secret sex clubs in which women and men 
submit themselves to masters who abuse and put them through their paces. 
This is the way that some find satisfaction and sexual release, by giving 
themselves completely to another. 

It is unfortunate, however, that some people become victims of discipline. I 
am speaking of young women, between the Sages of sixteen to nineteen, girls 
that are still forming their sexual identities, and have them twisted by 
some dominant male who makes them nothing more than a slave for sex. 

This book contains six such case histories, real accounts of young women who 
were forced to submit, and were then disciplined by men, until they existed 
only to serve their masters. 

Vicky was thrashed and used by her own boyfriend. 

Sheila was forced to accommodate and be disciplined by not one, but seven 
men, until she was spent. 

Sonia was disciplined in her own office, by men that worked for her. 

Valerie was a very young girl with a big bust but a child's innocence. 

Alice was used and disciplined by her uncle and aunt, submitting to their 
sexual demands. 

Martha was a sexy, intelligent woman that was betrayed by her own lust and 
desire to be dominated. 



 CASE HISTORY NUMBER ONE 

SUBJECT: Vicky D. AGE: 18 

Vicky is a very pretty girl with short, red hair, green eyes, and a perky 
little nose that gives her the appearance of a little girl. She has a lithe 
body, that is already fully developed. 

Her problem stems from her boyfriend, who took to the practice of 
disciplining her so that she would do what he said. He wanted an obedient 
girlfriend, and since Vicky was not able to fulfill him in her own way, he 
began to train her, so to speak. 

When she came to me, she was quite distraught and frightened that she was 
losing all control of her own body and mind due to the things that her 
boyfriend was doing to her. What follows is a transcript of a taped 
interview with her. 

When I first started going out with Dale, he was very sweet and considerate. 
He used to pick me up at my house, and was always very polite and cordial to 
my parents. He would chat with them for awhile, and then he would take my 
hand and we would go to his car. 

He would open the car door for me and he would always let me go through a 
door first, pull my seat back for me and things like that. He was a perfect 
gentleman. That was the way my father described him, and I was in perfect 
agreement with him. 

Maybe I should describe what Dale looked like before I go any further. He 
was one of those all-American looking guys, with blue eyes, a firm jaw, 
dirty-blond hair and an open, toothy smile. 

It seemed as if no bad thoughts lurked in his mind, and he had always 
cleaned his plate after every meal. He had a good build, not really 
muscular, but well put together, with strong arms and a broad back. 

He was, to put it simply, a dream. That was, for the first six months. After 
that, things began to change. It wasn't really my fault, though he insists 
it was. I mean, we never made any sort of commitment to each other, we were 
just dating. I will admit that it was very regularly, and for awhile, we 
weren't seeing anyone else, but we didn't have any solid commitment. 

We had never gotten engaged or anything like that, we weren't even going 
steady. That was how it was, but I later found out that Dale had an entirely 
different perception of things. As far as he was concerned, we were just 
about married, and that was that. 

It all started harmlessly on one of our dates. We were sitting in his car, 
and I was sipping a soda while he munched on a taco. 

"I was talking to Ted Willis today," I said innocently, "and he was telling 
me..." 

"I'm really glad that you brought that up," interrupted Dale, "You seem to 
talk with Ted a lot. Is there something going on between you two?" 

"Certainly not," I laughed. I didn't like Ted at all, he was too tall, too 
thin and too ugly. "We just have a lot in common, that's all." 

"Well," said Dale, "It's hard to believe that when I see the way he looks at 
you. I don't want yow to see him anymore." 

"I'm not seeing him," I replied. 

"I mean," clarified Dale. "I don't want you talking to him anymore." 

I was shocked, and responded, "What do you want me to do if he walks over to 
me and starts to talk, turn my back and walk away?" 

"That would do just fine!" he replied, quite seriously. 

I was floored, I had never bad any indication that Dale was jealous, and in 
fact that he was trying to tell me what to do amazed me. 

I didn't mention Ted after that, but I still talked with him, until one day 
I noticed Dale standing at the other end of the hall, and watching us. I 
began to feel uneasy, and I found myself ending the conversation rather 
abruptly. 

"The next time he approached me, Dale was there again, and I made up some 
excuse why I couldn't stand around and chat, and left him quickly. It was as 
if Dale were exercising some sort of invisible control over me. 

I remember clearly when things really started to get strange, however. We 
were over at Dale's house. His parents were out for the evening and we were 
seated on the couch, watching television. The room was dark, and we were 
huddled against each other. I was resting on his chest, and he had his arm 
over my shoulder. 

Suddenly, I felt his hand slipping down and beginning to rub the front of my 
shoulder. His fingers were stretching and reaching, and I knew what he was 
looking for. Little by little, his hand moved down the front of my body, 
until it reached the top of my tits. 

I must say that I was always mature looking, and though I didn't have really 
big tits, they were full and round, and a pleasant handful for any boy. Dale 
was stroking the top of one of my jugs now, his fingers just reaching the 
firm globe and his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh. 

It gave me a tingle, and I relaxed more against Dale, waiting for more. We 
had made love many times, and he was always gentle and considerate. This 
night, I was in for a surprise. 

His other hand then reached up to the other side of my chest, and softly 
cupped my other tit. He just let it rest in his hand, feeling the weight of 
it and the roundness of it. 

As he did this, his other hand kept moving down, further and, further, until 
he was cupping both of my firm knockers. He had his arms wrapped around me 
now, and it felt very good, and then his hands began to press against my 
breasts, making me heave in delight. 

I twisted my head around and began to kiss his neck, and run my tongue along 
his hot skin. He was quite aroused already, and his hands began to show it. 
His fingers were beginning to push into my tits, kneading the flesh and 
pulling at the material of my sweater. 

Then his hand dipped down and grabbed the bottom of my top, and began to 
pull it up. His other hand was slowly gathering the material of my top, 
pulling it off my mid-section. Eventually, he had my sweater up over my jugs 
and was holding it there firmly. 

"Lift your arms up," he whispered in my ear. 

I smiled and complied, and he stripped the garment completely off me. Then 
he reached around and unhooked my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders 
and that was gone too. Now my firm boobs were simply hanging out in front of 
me, waiting anxiously for his strong hands. 

They soon found my jugs, and his fingers covered the pale globes and began 
squeezing. 

"Mmmmm," I sighed. 

His fingers dug into my flesh passionately, making the tits swell and harden 
with lust. I could feel my breathing becoming more irregular, and my chest 
was rising and falling erotically. 

Also, my nipples were getting hard. They were starting to jut out from my 
boobs, in an enticing manner that I knew would soon draw Dale's attention. 
The soft, copper tissue soon became as hard as rubber, and poked into the 
darkness. 

Dale shifted me in the gloom and pushed me back on the sofa. 

"Lay back," he told me. 

I did as he said, sticking my tits up into the air, and he rested on top of 
me, his hands finding my breasts and capturing them with his fingers. He 
began to massage them teasingly, taking the fat globes and yanking and 
twisting them, making them jiggle and bounce on my chest. 

Then his fingers slowly worked up to my nipples, and he grabbed the fleshy 
protrusions and pinched them rudely. I gritted my teeth in pleasure and 
pain, and he pinched again, making my cunt spasm slightly. 

He began flicking my nubs with his thumbs now, making them fly back and 
forth in the most maddening manner, until I felt the crotch of my panties 
getting wet. Then he applied his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking it up 
into the air, and then nibbling at it with his teeth. My panties followed 
shortly there after, and I was soon stretched out totally naked under his 
sweating form. 

Then his hands were undoing his own pants, as mine were yanking off his 
shirt, and in a short while, he was naked also. Now our naked bodies pressed 
together, and I could feel his throbbing tool pressing between my legs. It 
was rubbing against my swollen clit, and it felt wonderful there. 

I was already looking forward to the moment when he would shove his dick up 
my cunt and hump me until I cried out. I wanted him to start already, but he 
just kept chewing my nipples, until they were getting sore, and I was 
getting really hot. 

"Do me," I whispered to him, "Do me already." 

He let the nipples slip from his mouth. 

"I will decide what is done and when," he informed me, "You will simply lie 
there until I am ready." 

He had never talked to me like that before, and I was confused, but I did as 
he said, wanting to feel his cock inside me. 

He just kept rubbing and nipping at my tits, while his dick pressed and 
jerked against my thighs, making them wet with its pre-come. 

"Alright," said Dale, "Roll over. Get on your stomach." 

I did as he said, rather reluctantly however. I presumed that he was going 
to take me dog fashion, from the back, but I was afraid that he had 
something else in mind. I knew I was right when he began spreading my 
ass-cheeks with his fingers. 

"Dale," I gasped, "Not in the ass. Remember, I told you. I do not take it in 
the ass." 

It was an old story. Dale had tried anal intercourse a couple of times, but 
I had always stopped him. I had never had a cock up my ass, and it 
frightened me to even think about doing it. It was one of the few things I 
did not let Dale do. 

"I'm sure you'd let Ted Willis do it," he replied, as he kept spreading my 
ass-cheeks. 

Then I felt him smearing some of his saliva against the puckered hole, and 
my body shivered. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, "I told you I'm not 
interested in Ted." 

"If Ted, or some other guy told you to bend over, I'm sure you'd let them 
stick it in your ass," commented Dale. 

This insulted, me, and I tried to get up, he was not going to say that I 
would allow any man to hump me and get away with it. As I tried to struggle 
to my feet, he planted his hand in the small of my back and leaned forward, 
forcing the air out of me. 

"We are not finished yet," 'he said firmly, "I don't want any of your lame 
excuses or lies either." 

That was when I knew something was very wrong. Then I felt the tip of his 
cock touch my anus. 

"Let me up," I ordered him, "You're hurting me and I don't like this game. 
Get your dick away from my ass as well." 

Dale grabbed my hair and yanked, dragging my head back and making me writhe 
with pain. 

"Let's get some things straight," said Dale flatly, "I know all about you 
and Ted and the others. And I don't like it. You're mine, we're a couple, 
and I don't want you seeing any other guys. 

"Second of all, you had better get it through your head that I am the, boss 
in this relationship. I tried to put up with your childish ways, hoping that 
you would out-grow them, but I see now that you never will, so I'm going to 
have to educate you in the ways of my pleasure." 

"After all, you are mine, and you do have to do whatever I want, and right 
now, I want you to loosen those rectal muscles of yours and get ready for my 
cock." 

Saying this, he released my hair, allowing my head to drop to the couch, and 
pulled my cheeks apart and shoved forward with his dick. 

"Argh!" I screamed. 

His fat, bulbous dick head forced its way into my tiny hole, ripping apart 
the sphincter muscles, and popping into my virgin anus. He just let the head 
of the tool rest inside my poop-chute for a second, before he began feeding 
the rest of his prong into the tiny passage. 

"You will have to learn to like it," he informed me, "I like anal 
intercourse, and we will be doing it quite often from now on, so you better 
get that shit-chute of yours nice and loose." 

Saying this, he drove the last few inches of rigid prick into my tortured 
rectum, and made the head wiggle around inside my moist channel. It felt 
awful having the fat pole inside me, as if I had to take a terrible shit. 

It just sat there for a moment, and then it began to pump in and out of my 
quivering hole. My entire body shook slightly as he rammed me, forcing his 
cock in and out of my defenseless anus, stretching the walls and making me 
gasp with pain. 

"I can't take it anymore," I informed him, and tried to get up. 

This time he flew into a rage, and grabbed my two hands and pinned them 
behind me. 

Then he took one of his socks and tied my wrists together, trapping my hands 
behind my back. He stuffed my face into the big pillow on the sofa, so that 
I could not cry out, and pulled my ass up slightly, in order to give him a 
better angle. 

"Alright," he snarled, "If this is the way you want it, this is what you'll 
get. I suppose this is the way Ted gives it to you, all tied and gagged, so 
that you can't whimper when he forces his dick into your twat." 

I did not know what Dale was talking about, and I could not take the time to 
figure it out, for now he was ramming his cock into my pitiful ass at a 
terrible pace. His hairy, bloated balls slapped against my legs with each 
terrible stroke, and my face was driven into the sofa. 

It was no longer as agonizing as it had been, my ass had grown somewhat 
accustomed to the reaming prong, but now I was humiliated by my hands being 
tied and my cries stifled. I was also trembling at the awful accusations 
Dale was making about me and Ted. 

In and out of my rectum, his tool flew, my passage becoming wetter with his 
dripping dick head and looser as my tight muscles stretched to accommodate 
the huge cock. I could feel the fat cock forcing its way up into my bowels, 
poking into the dark hole and filling it with hot shaft could not even hear 
myself whimpering as he shafted me, due to the pillow, but I could feel that 
my twat was getting hot. It amazed me to think that I was growing wetter as 
he plowed my ass, but that was what was happening. 

Even with my hands tied, and the dick in my ass, I was getting hot. My cunt 
was twitching and leaking, and I could feel myself getting nearer to orgasm. 
The ramming meat in my rectum began to take on a sensual tone as it 
slithered in and out, in and out, keeping a steady rhythm, and filling me so 
completely with cock. By then I felt his glans swelling, and I knew that 
Dale was getting ready to come as well. His dick was slamming into me with a 
new ferocity, and his balls were tight and no longer bouncing so freely 
against my legs. 

"Now you're going to get it," he told me, "A nice big, fat wad of spunk in 
your ass." 

He gave me what he promised, and I felt his first squirt of semen fire into 
me like a sharp bolt of pain, as it clogged my channel with the thick globs. 

"Aaiiee!" I screamed. 

The sperm kept flying into my hole, allowing the stabbing dick to force its 
way deeper into my ass, pumping its jism all the way inside my bowels, 
making the walls of my anus wet and sticky. Again and again, the dick fired 
off inside me, until there was a fat wad of semen deposited inside me, and 
Dale pulled out in satisfaction. 

He stuffed his handkerchief into my ass, and climbed off. 

I had not climaxed, and I was wild with lust. I wanted him to fuck me in the 
cunt now, ramming his dick into me until I came. 

"Untie me," I muttered feebly, "Let me go." 

"Not just yet," he smiled, "I think you should lie there for awhile, and 
learn not to talk back to me. It is a very bad habit you have, one that must 
be broken." 

"You bastard!" I screamed, all of the abuse and sexual frustration exploding 
inside me, "Untie me." 

That was when he pulled his belt off his pants and doubled it over his hand. 

"I see that you will have to be taught the hard way," he stated. 

The belt left a stinging mark on my ass, as he cracked it down on the 
quivering half-moons. I grunted, burying my face in the pillow, and he 
struck me again. I could not believe what was happening. Here I was, tied 
up, lying face down on the couch, after having been force-fucked in the ass, 
getting beaten by my boyfriend. 

I felt as if I were in a bad dream, for this couldn't possibly be happening. 
Dale was always so reserved and polite, be couldn't possibly be subjecting 
me to this discipline. 

But he was, and the next stinging blow of the belt reminded me of this. 

I tried twisting and turning on the couch, tried getting my hands free and 
avoiding the punishing strap, but I could not. There was no way to escape 
the stinging, leather belt as it struck me again and again, making my ass 
cheeks tremble in pain, as the rectum itself quivered and made the wad of 
sperm inside me leak out into the handkerchief. 

All the time, Dale had a grim smile on his face. The all-American boy had 
turned into the all-American fiend, making the strap cut into the tender 
flesh of my soft ass-cheeks, leaving bright red marks where it struck me. 

"Now," he said, pausing for a moment, "Have you learned your lesson?" 

"Yes," I whimpered, tears running down my cheeks. 

"You will not refuse me any longer?" he asked. 

"No, no," I replied. 

"You will not let Ted or any of the others touch you anymore?" he queried. 

"But they aren't touching me," I insisted. 

The belt whistled down and stung my ass again. 

"No, no," I cried, "I won't let any of them ever touch me again. Just you, 
Dale, just you." 

"That's better," he smiled, laying the belt down, "Now relax and watch 
television for awhile." 

He sat down next to my head, staring blankly at the active screen, stroking 
my short hair as he did so, but he did not untie me. For awhile, I wondered 
if he had forgotten, but then I realized that this was just part of my 
lesson. 

I was too frightened to say anything to him, lest he would start beating me 
again, and so I twisted my head around and began to watch the television as 
he touched me. I tried to concentrate on the figures on the screen, but they 
seemed so remote, and the pain in my arms and ass and neck were all 
increasing as I lay there. 

I tried shifting my body, but it was just as uncomfortable any way that I 
lay, and the aching of my muscles just kept getting worse. My wrists were 
throbbing now, and I felt my fingers aching as well, as the flow of blood to 
them was impeded by my bonds. 

My neck hurt from the way it had been twisted, and my back ached as well. I 
was not lying in a very comfortable position. 

The pain in my ass, however, was the worst, for the sharp, stinging pain 
when he had been hitting me had turned into a dull, lingering one, and it 
seemed to crawl down my legs, as well as linger in my ass. 

I felt myself crying, and the tears trickled down my face, but I dared not 
utter a sound, for fear of being hit, so I swallowed my sobs and sputtered 
and choked softly on the sofa as Dale sat silently and watched the 
television. 

After a while, to my surprise, I must have dropped off to sleep, and when I 
awoke, there was an agonizing pain in my arms and back. I could barely move, 
the pain was so great, and I sobbed and heaved in silent agony. 

Dale was still seated on the couch, and was giggling at some comedy that was 
on the screen. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and lifted it up, making me 
grimace in pain. He put himself under my face, and I felt his tool resting 
under my cheek. 

It was sort of fleshy, and as he began to push my face back and forth along 
it, it grew to its full size, trapped in its lust under my neck. Then he 
lifted my head again, without even looking down, and grabbed hold of his 
pole and tried, finding my mouth. He stabbed his cock against my nose and 
eye before I twisted my head around and got my lips over his hot cock. 

The organ popped right into my mouth, and then he shoved my head down, 
forcing the dick into my unprepared throat. I gagged on the fat head for a 
second, and then adjusted to its presence in my mouth. 

The dick was all salty from the fucking in my ass, and it was rammed against 
the roof of my mouth. 

Dale still didn't look down, and it was almost as if he were unaware of the 
fact that he had his cock jammed into my mouth. He just rested his hand on 
my head and shoved it up and down rhythmically, forcing the dick in and out 
of my mouth. 

I let my tongue slip over the bumpy shaft, knowing that I would have to keep 
sucking on him until he was finished, and in some grim manner, I was 
beginning to accept the fact that he was my master. 

My head was moving up and down of its own accord now, shoving the dick in 
and out of my mouth, ramming cock deep into my throat, and making the 
muscles of my throat contract on heir own. All the time, he acted as if he 
were unaware of what was going on, as if I were simply part of the 
furniture, functional in that I could satisfy his sexual demands by blowing 
him. 

In and out, in and out it slid, running over my lapping tongue and smashing 
against my soft, upper palate. It felt obscene, more obscene than anything I 
had ever known, and my cunt was beginning to tingle with lewd satisfaction. 

I felt it getting hot even though my body was aching, and my hands were now 
numb. I could not help myself, the total use of my body in such a total in 
human fashion was somehow erotic to me, and I began to rub my cunt against 
the sofa, frying to make myself come. 

Abruptly, Dale dragged my grasping, sucking lips from his dick and stood up. 
He ran his hands along my trembling back and down between my legs, removing 
the scummy handkerchief and fingering my cunt. 

"As, I see you're all ready," he chuckled. Then he grabbed my hips and 
yanked my ass into the air again. He dragged my body back until my legs were 
dangling off the arm of the sofa, and my ass was jutting defenselessly up in 
the air. I knew then that I was going to get it up in the ass again, and I 
began to shiver with terror and anticipation. 

I wanted to beg him to stop, to plead with him to fuck my aching pussy, but 
I knew that that would only make him angry and might make him beat me again, 
so I held my tongue and waited for his entrance. 

It was not long in coming. 

I felt his dick head, slippery with my saliva, push itself against my anus, 
and then slowly force apart the already stretched muscles, allowing the fat 
head to nudge itself in, until it was lodged inside me and was followed by 
the fat shaft. 

It was quite an experience, getting reamed again for the second time in less 
than two hours, and it felt wonderful and horrible at the same time. This 
time, my ass was elevated, and this allowed the tool to sink into me all the 
more easily. Also, I had been widened by the first ass-fucking, so it did 
not hurt as much, but it felt just as degrading, feeling the hot pecker poke 
around inside my ass. Then Dale began his mad ramming, sending the hot tool 
shooting in and out of my puckered anus, stretching the tight walls, and 
making me writhe with passion. 

I felt my cunt getting hotter and hotter with each of his thrusts, as if he 
were shoving the dick into my cunt instead of my ass, and I just let myself 
go with the feelings, shivering each time the cock spread the walls of my 
ass. 

And in a short while, due to my excellent cocksucking, Dale was shooting a 
second load into my suffering rectum mixing it with what was left of the wad 
that had already been in there, and making me come as well. 

I was shocked to feel my walls exploding, and come dripping out of my twat, 
as Dale fired his semen into my other hole. I moaned and shivered, and he 
laughed as I did so, glad to see that I was beginning to enjoy ass-fucking 
so much. 

When he was done, he pulled out and wiped himself on me, and then he sat 
down. After I had stopped coming, he untied me. 

"See," he said, "It isn't all that bad. You're going to enjoy it, as long as 
you do as you are told." 

Alter I regained my energy, I dressed and, so did Dale, and then he drove me 
home. That was just the start of the whole thing, and since then, he bad 
been, getting more and more demanding of me. 

He tells me when we are going to have sex, and it is always to satisfy him, 
though I often get off as well. He usually fucks me up the ass, but lately 
has been demanding it in more public places. 

One day, we did it in the back seat of his car, while we were parked in the 
school parking lot in the middle of the day. Anyone could have seen us. 
Another time, he made me give him a blow-job while we were in a restaurant. 
I knew for certain that the man sitting next to us watched the entire thing, 
and snickered when I ate Dale's come. 

I have been beaten two more times, for being seen with another man and 
talking back to him, and his beatings are getting more severe. But what 
really frightens me is the fact that I am giving in to him more and more 
readily, even though his demands are getting worse. 

It is as if I enjoy the humiliation that his sexual demands force upon me, 
or that I no longer have a will of my own to resist him. That is the part 
that really scares me. 

 CONCLUSION 

In Vicky's case, we have a very severe case of stunted growth, emotional 
growth that is. Even though she insists that she wants her freedom, and 
wants the freedom of choice, her actions show otherwise. 

This split is often apparent in subjects of discipline, for they actually 
wish to escape the responsibilities of making choices and accepting blame. 
They want someone else to make these choices and direct their lives for 
them, and in Vicky's case, that person is Dale. 

He is the strong figure that she craves, and she finds sexual satisfaction 
in her abuse and discipline because she is free of any blame that might be. 
connected with her anal intercourse or public fellation. 

She can, in a sense, have sex without any of the guilt that so many people 
have attached to it. 

The first step in the solution of her problem, therefore, is getting her to 
want to make her own choices. This would get her out from under the thumb of 
Dale, and his oppressive ways, but in order for Vicky to do this, she must 
learn to accept her mistakes and take the responsibility for her actions. 

She must, in other words, learn to grow up. She will never truly be free 
until she does this, for even if she leaves Dale, she will simply find 
another man to dominate her. 

 CASE HISTORY NUMBER TWO 

SUBJECT: Sonia L. AGE: 19 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Sofia is an angry young woman who works for a large corporation. I suspect 
that much of her anger comes from the fact that she came from a poor, black 
family that had never been able to give her what she needed. 

She is a pretty girl, thin, lithe, with large brown eyes, big, beautiful 
lips, and light brown hair that she wears in a short Afro. She has a good 
figure, and would probably be popular men, if it were not for her with many 
personality. 

She is an abrasive woman, who is quick to jump on someone's smallest 
mistake, particularly a man's, and she always has a snotty, arrogant tone to 
her voice. It was these qualities that caused her so much trouble in her job 
and resulted in the incident where three men in the company disciplined her. 

First of all, let me say right up front, I did not provoke what happened. I 
did not cause it to happen, regardless of what the three men say. The fact 
of the matter simply was that they wanted me, I mean my body, and I wouldn't 
give it to them, so they forced me to do obscene things to them. 

It is sort of understandable, for I am very attractive. I have a great pair 
of long, tapered legs, a small Waist, round hips, tight ass and a pair of 
great tits. My face is good too, with every feature placed in perfect 
coordination with the rest, and I have the warmest eyes, and fullest, most 
inviting lips you could imagine. 

I think it was my mouth that started all of the trouble. I remember how they 
all looked at my mouth during the weeks before it happened, and now I 
shudder when I think back on how they used my mouth for their own pleasure. 

I guess I better explain exactly how it happened. 

I work for one of the largest retail stores in the world, and I have worked 
there for a long time now. I am very efficient and respected by my 
superiors, who always have a good word for me. 

I am kind and considerate to the workers under me as well, and they like and 
respect me also. I have the largest staff in my store, for I am the manager 
of the office, and that means that I have to handle the money, and customer 
complaints and the cash registers as well. 

That was where all the trouble started, at the damn cash registers. First of 
all, let me say that I am always fair, but that often leads to me being 
taken advantage of. I mean, the cashiers take twice as long on their breaks 
as they should, and they make stupid mistakes and they chew gum and talk for 
hours on the phone if I let them. 

But being a good office manager, I don't let them and some of them resent me 
for this. Plus of course, my good looks. They resent the way that all the 
men in the store look at me, a sexy, single, black girl, who has gotten to 
such an important position at such a young age. 

And so they make trouble for me sometimes, and when it happens on the floor, 
it invariably involves one of the other managers in the store. My quarrel 
with Toby started that way. He is manager of one of the departments where I 
was reprimanding a girl, and he stepped in and started to defend her, saying 
she was a hard worker, when I knew all along that she was a goof-off. 

He was probably laying her. Toby was one of those young, handsome black men 
who had gotten ahead in the company because he was black, rather than 
efficient, and he thought that he was a real lady's man. Many of the girls 
in the store were fooled by his suave ways, and he had 'laid more than a 
dozen of them. 

But he had never laid me, and that was what bothered him. It ate at him 
every day when he saw me, to think that this little black bitch wouldn't 
fall for his smooth lines made him crazy. He resented me for it, and made 
trouble for me whenever he could. 

And that's why we got into the big fight. 

"Now just wait one minute," said Toby walking over to us, "You shouldn't 
talk to the girl like that in front of all the customers." 

"Mind your own business," I told him politely. 

"She happens to be in my area, and that makes it my business," he retorted, 
"Besides, you have no right to be such a bitch about this." 

I was shocked to hear his abusive language and then I told him what I 
thought of him also. 

That was when he started making fun of my mouth. 

"Damn," he snorted, "You sure have some mouth, girl. With those big lips of 
yours and that fat tongue, I don't wonder that you can talk so fast. That 
mouth of yours is damn near big enough to swallow a bus. How'd you get such 
a big mouth, huh?" 

I could clearly read the lewd intent of his remark, and I simply, turned and 
walk away. As I did so, I heard him call me a "frigid bitch" under his 
breath. Well, I wasn't going to stand for that type of abuse, and I went 
right to the store manager and told him what happened. 

He, in turn, called Toby up into his office, and reprimanded him, warning 
him that it better never happen again. That started the war between us, and 
it soon involved two of Toby's friends as well. Their names were John and 
Rick, and they were two dirty white boys that hung out with Toby. 

I had often seen them goofing off, laughing and joking and making some rude 
comment about one of the female employees. I think that their comments were 
often about me, but they never had the nerve to tell me to my face. They 
were basically cowards and I knew how to handle them. 

Well, they started this war with me over Toby's reprimand. At first, I 
wasn't aware of what was going on, all that I knew was that things were 
beginning to go wrong, and I was starting to get caught up in errors of one 
sort or another. 

My boss began calling me in, asking what was wrong here, and what had 
happened there, and things just seemed to be all messed up. Everyone makes 
errors once in a while, even me, but I was usually able to correct my errors 
before anyone knew about them. Now, however, that boss knew about them 
immediately, as if someone were telling him. 

That was when I began to get suspicious. I realized that Toby and his 
friends were not above informing on me, in order to try and get me fired, 
and I recalled that Toby was screwing around with one of the white girls in 
the office, and that she was probably telling him what I was doing wrong. 

She was fired a week later, I saw to that, but I still kept getting caught 
in my errors, and my respectable position began to dwindle. Then a whole 
series of events happened, events I had no control over, that made me look 
bad. 

Toby and Rick and John purposely screwed around with schedules and time 
cards and things like that to make it look as if I didn't know what I was 
doing. They were even making me short tempered, so that I was yelling at my 
girls, and then they would get them to go into the personnel manager and 
complain about me, further undermining my position. 

I fought back, however, and made sure I screwed the three of them anytime I 
could. Toby was in and out of the store manager's office like a yo-yo, 
getting threatened more and more as he kept getting called in. 

I saw to it that the smallest infraction of theirs was reported, and as they 
were three workers who did not care about rules, that meant that they were 
reprimanded often. The war drew on and on, and it finally came to a head 
when I caught Toby using one of the cashier's machines, which was strictly 
forbidden. 

I went straight upstairs, Toby was called up in another few moments, and the 
fur flew. When the store manager had finished with him, Toby was suspended 
for one week, without pay. 

I saw him leaving the store right afterwards, and he shot me an evil glance. 
He knew that I was responsible, and I was glad. Now that I had gotten him, 
it would be easy to get his two friends. 

But they played it cool, and laid back while he was gone, and I couldn't 
catch them doing anything wrong, though they kept hounding me with mistakes 
and errors they made it look as if I had caused. 

Then, the week was up, and Toby was back, and an uncomfortable calm settled 
over the store. Toby no longer talked to me, not at all, not even the little 
cutting remarks he usually made, not even a sarcastic joke. 

Rick and John did the same, and I began to think that I had won the battle, 
when it happened. It was a Saturday night, I remember it well. I still get 
the shakes thinking about it. Everyone else in the office had gone home, 
except me of course, because I was so dedicated. 

I was sitting quietly at my desk in the large empty room, going over the 
cash receipts, making sure that everything had balanced. I was deep in 
thought with this, and due to that reason, I did not notice the door of the 
office being opened, and three figures furtively sneaking in. 

It was Toby, Rick and John, and they locked the door behind them when they 
entered and snuck up behind me. 

"We want to have a talk with you," announced Toby suddenly. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin, and my face grew pale as I turned around and 
saw the three men standing in the room. All of them were older then myself 
by a couple of years, and there was anger in their eyes. 

"Get...get out of here," I stammered, "You know you aren't allowed in here." 

"Always with the rules," commented John with a sneer. 

"We know we're not allowed in here," replied Toby, "But we didn't come in 
here to steal anything, just to see you." 

The statement made my blood run cold, for I could only think of one reason 
they wanted to see me and that was revenge. 

"What do you want?" I asked, trying not to sound afraid. 

"We want to know why you're on our case," blurted Rick. 

"Yes," said Toby, "We want to know why you are going after us, particularly 
me, and trying to get us fired. Tell us why, Sonia." 

"You know perfectly well why," I snapped, "You have been trying to get me 
for weeks now. You have been trying to get me fired.' 

"Bullshit," snapped John, "We haven't done a damn thing to you, other than 
talk back to you." 

"Oh, yeah," I replied, "I know that you've been telling my boss about the 
mistakes I have been making." 

"Nobody has to tell him," replied Toby, "They're so blatant that everybody 
knows about them. You're not the most efficient looking bitch, you know." 

"Or the best looking," interjected Rick. 

"That's it, isn't it," I snarled, "You three are just angry because I never 
put out for you like the other girls do." 

All three began to laugh, and I knew that I was, right. 

"Actually, girl," said Toby, "I think it's the other way around. You came 
onto me at least half a dozen times, and I turned you down every time, and 
that's what had you so ticked off. You want a couple of inches of my big 
dick, and I won't give it to you, isn't that it?" 

"That's sick," I screamed, and I looked at his bulging crotch, to see that 
he was kind of erect. 

This made me more frightened, for I knew that all three of these men were 
hungry for my body, and, here I was alone with them in the empty, locked 
office. 

"Are you kidding?" asked Rick, "Your ass is too big, your tits too small, 
and you've got the disposition of a rabid dog. You're the one that's hot to 
trot, Sonia." 

"Lies!" I yelled. 

"What about the time you tried rubbing my ass?" asked John, "Tell me you 
didn't want it then, Sonia. Why you would have pulled your pants down and 
taken it right on the floor." 

They were drawing nearer to me now, and I began to shake with their lewd, 
sexual references. 

"Don't touch me," I warned them, "Don't touch me. I know that all you want 
to do is rip my clothes off and force your big, hot dicks into my cunt, and 
then fuck me and fuck me over and over again, until my hot, black pussy is 
dripping with your come. Admit it, isn't that what you want to do to me, you 
bastards?" 

I began to cry then, I really don't know why, I guess I knew what was going 
to happen to me and the three of them just stood there. 

"Let's go," said Toby, "We can't talk with her. This bitch is sicker than I 
thought, if she thinks we want to stick it to her." 

Just before they reached the door, I yelled out, "You're all going to be 
fired!" I screamed, 

"I'm going to tell them that you were in here, and you were threatening me, 
and that you were feeling me up, and they'll fire all of you." 

That was when Rick rushed over and smacked me across the face. 

"You bitch," he snarled. 

Then he struck me again, and I fell down on the floor. It so happened that 
when I fell, the skirt I was wearing rode up to my waist, exposing my sleek 
legs, and the sexy black stockings and garter belt I was wearing. The three 
of them could also see my thin panties and my jugs were sticking up into the 
air. 

That was when they grabbed me and began to take my clothing off. 

I started to scream, but Toby hit me and I shut up, as I felt them stripping 
away my clothes. They were all over me as I lay struggling on the floor, 
holding me steady, as other hands yanked off my shoes, and unzipped my 
skirt. 

"Stop it," I moaned. 

But the hands undid the skirt and slid it over my round hips and threw it 
across the room. Then I felt my blouse being torn off, the buttons flying in 
all different directions, and my heaving, bra-covered tits were exposed. 

I was only wearing a flimsy lace bra, as my tits are very firm and round, 
and it was a simple matter for the men to tear it off, until I was stretched 
out between them wearing only my panties, garter belt and stockings. 

"There," hissed Toby. "Is that better? Is this what you want, Sonia?" 

As he asked me this, he grabbed hold of one of my firm jugs and began 
squeezing it, making me heave with passion. My nipples were erect in second, 
and I felt Toby running his finger over the heated nub, making my cunt 
tingle. 

"I think that we should give it to Soma," he told the others, "I think that 
she could really enjoy getting shafted by all three of us, one after 
another." 

The very thought made me sick. How could I possible endure the pain and 
degradation of getting fucked three times by the sleazy degenerates, but at 
the same time, I knew that I had no choice. I was going to be used and used 
again, until I was filled with their boiling come. 

"Stop it," I muttered weakly, but their hands were already swarming over my 
big, black breasts, grabbing fleshy handfuls and twisting and kneading 
sensuously. 

They had me pressed back onto the floor, and they were gathered about me, 
their faces looming over me, each one filled with a look of lust and 
vengeance that made me shiver. My, slim legs were kicking wildly, as they 
felt me up, working my helpless jugs in their fingers, tweaking the nipples 
lewdly, and making my cunt ache. 

"Go get some rope," suggested Toby. 

Rick began to rifle through the drawers of my desk until he found some 
strong tape that was used for tying large boxes. 

"Will this do?" he asked. 

"I think so," replied Toby, taking the tape. 

"It's plenty strong, and besides, after we start to give Sonia what she 
wants, nine inches of hard meat in her cunt, she won't be struggling 
anymore." 

His comment made my cunt twinge again, and I felt my juices beginning to 
flow as my' hands were taped behind me, forcing my chest to jut out even 
more obscenely, as the men continued to pull and twist my knockers, making 
them swollen and aching with pleasure. 

Soon, my hands and arms wire completely bound by the strong tape, and I 
could not free them. Then the men let go of my arms, and pushed me back onto 
the floor, allowing my jugs to shake and. bounce in front of them. 

"Not as bad as I thought," admitted Rick, as he began to pull and fondle my 
shaking tits. 

Toby and John both smiled and joined him, and I was forced to lie there and 
watch three pairs of hands kneading my pliant tit meat, digging their harsh, 
white fingers into my beautiful mounds, and working them like they were 
dough. 

Toby himself, took hold of my nipples, grabbing them between his broad 
thumbs, and pinching lightly. I could not control a groan from escaping my 
lips as he did so. 

"Like that, huh, Sonia?" he grinned, "And I thought that you didn't want us 
to do nasty things like this to your body." 

They all laughed at my degradation, and Toby kept pinching my hard bronze 
nubs as the other four hands fondled my squirming knockers. He took hold of 
the rubbery tips and began to pull on them as well, making them stretch out 
to three inches from my tits, and making them so distended and hot that they 
stayed like that, as he kept tweaking them over and over again, relentlessly 
making me hotter and hotter. 

"Oh, god," was all I could say, as I felt the fire growing in my loins. 

My entire body was shaking now, as they kept abusing my tits, fondling and 
tugging on them digging their fingers into the big, black mounds until I was 
squirming with passion and my cunt was dripping. 

"Okay, Sonia," said Toby, "Get ready for ..." 

"Please, don't!" 

Saying this, he released my tits, and I watched in horror, unable to breathe 
as I watched him fish about in his tight pants and finally draw out his fat, 
rigid dick. 

"Oh, my god," I gasped. 

"Nice, isn't it?" he leered, "It's just what you've wanted for months now. 
Is it bigger than you imagined?" 

"Yes," I replied. 

"It's going to feel even bigger once it gets inside you," he warned me. 

As he talked, he was stroking his black dick ever so slowly, waving it about 
my face, making my eyes follow the swollen monster as it moved. My mouth was 
wide open amazement, and I could see him looking lustfully at my fat lips as 
he stroked his hot meat. 

"Why don't you boys show Sonia what you've got ready for her," suggested 
Toby, "I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see your dicks too." 

The men laughed, and I felt my body shiver as I beard their zippers. Their 
hands released my tits, and then they were standing by my terrified face as 
well, with their swollen peckers hanging out in front of me. 

They were all so fat and long and hard, and I felt my cunt spasming slightly 
as they dangled in front of my face. 

"Look at them Teal good," directed Toby, "So that when they're crammed into 
that hot twat of yours, you'll remember what they look like. Let's give her 
a better look, guys." 

They grabbed me by the shoulders, and hoisted me up into the middle of the 
dicks, and began rubbing the spongy heads all over my face. The three cocks 
stabbed away at me, poking into my eyes, rubbing against my cheeks, and 
gliding over my wet lips. 

"Ohhhhh," I muttered. 

"Don't worry, bitch," grinned Toby, "You'll be getting them soon enough, 
every hot, stiff inch of them." 

I could not prevent my body from quivering, making my face rub and press 
against the lewd bouquet of pricks, due to the fact that my cunt was 
quivering and spasming wildly, as cunt juice wet my panties. 

"But you're going to have to beg us for it, bitch," Toby informed me, "We 
know that you want it, and you're going to have to learn your lesson. Now 
beg, Sonia." 

I found that I could not help myself, my body was in such a state that if I 
did not get shafted, and soon, I would go mad. 

"Yes, yes," I replied, "I want, them. I want your cocks. I want all of your 
cocks. I want you to take them and shove them into my body. I want to be 
crammed full of your hot dicks, fucking in and out of me, in and out of me, 
until I faint from pleasure." 

"And then what?" asked Rick. 

"Then, after you've shafted me good 'and hard," I begged mindlessly, "I want 
to feel you coming into me. I want all of your hot, scummy loads firing into 
me, completely filling me with your disgusting jism. I want cock!" 

"Let's give the lady what she wants," grinned John. 

That's when they gave it to me. I mean, I was really shafted by the three 
men, really used and fucked, over and over again. They didn't do it in 
turns, they did something far more intense to me. 

Toby grabbed my head in his strong hands, and as I struggled and squirmed in 
his grip, he forced his prick into my mouth, just as I knew he would. I 
looked at the expression of sheer bliss on his face as he felt and watched 
my fat, spongy lips slithering around his cock, engulfing the entire tool. 

Then, he was fucking it in and out of my mouth, making me choke as he rammed 
it all the way back into my throat. 

John and Rick took the lower portion of my body. I felt my silk panties 
being literally ripped off me, and fingers were delving into my steaming 
cunt. John worked himself under me, so that I was lying on top of him, and I 
shivered as he began to shove it into me, and there wasn't a thing I could 
do about it. 

Rick, in the meantime, plowed into my furry pussy, and I wondered how good 
it must have felt to him, to have his long, white cock sliding into a juicy, 
black twat. It was probably the first time he had ever fucked a black woman, 
and I was certain he was getting a real thrill about cramming his dick up 
into my twat. That was when all of them began getting me back for all the 
things I had done to them, by lacking my defenseless, willing holes, and 
laughing. If I could have screamed, I would have, for the sensations were so 
intense that I felt as if I were torn apart. There is no way to describe the 
feeling of having three cocks forced up into my helplessly bound body by 
three men that hated me and enjoyed nothing better than watching me writhe 
in pain to their frantic fuckings. 

That was all I could do, as the dick slammed into my throat, and another one 
pushed it way in and out of my throbbing ass and the final cock tore my 
pussy lips open with fast thrusts. 

I was sobbing silently in humiliation from this total abuse of my body, this 
complete stuffing of all of my bodily orifices with hot cock. As one rammed 
into my twat, making my cunt spasm, another was sliding out of my puckered, 
convulsing rectum, and the third debased me by tickling at my tonsils with 
the dripping head of his meat pole. 

And as I listened to their foul gruntings, and felt my sleek black body 
tossed helplessly among them, rocked back and forth by their hard dicks, I 
came. There has never been another orgasm like the one I experienced then in 
my whole life. My body seemed to evaporate as it was fucked mercilessly by 
the three men. 

All I could feel was your cunt throbbing, pounding, with my come dripping 
out of me like a river, wetting my legs. They kept on shafting me, over and 
over again, until I was unable to stop. Cunt juice was all over my cunt, my 
ass was wet from my own sweat and my own spit was running down my chin as I 
blew Toby. I felt his cock head growing even large, completely stuffing my 
throat, and he began to grunt loudly. 

"When a little girl says something bad," he groaned, as he rapidly fucked in 
and out of my mouth, "she gets her mouth washed out with soap. You've said a 
lot of bad things, Sonia, but you're too old to have your mouth washed out 
with soap. So I'm going to give you something else to discipline you and 
remind you to watch your mouth. I'm going to give you a wad of come, and I 
want you to wash your mouth out with that and then swallow it." 

He did not give me an opportunity to refuse, as his hands kept my head 
rammed onto his dick, and he began to come in my mouth. 

The thick sperm splattered against the back of my mouth, and clung there for 
awhile, until it dripped down onto my fat, licking tongue. The salty globe 
felt so good dripping and falling on my tongue, and as Toby shot more and 
more jism into my mouth, I began to swish it around just as he had directed. 

Finally, after several heavy, copious bolts of pungent sperm he was 
finished, and he pulled his huge dick out of my filthy mouth and smiled at 
me. I still had most of the scum in my mouth, and I was wiping it around the 
inside of my orifice, and then, in an act of total depravity, I opened my 
mouth and let him see the clotted strands hanging in my mouth. 

"Now swallow," he grinned, as he wiped his dick clean on the side of my 
face. 

I did, and the thick load poured down into my belly, and I smacked my lips 
in satisfaction. 

"I think she wants some more," laughed Toby to the other two, who were still 
shafting me in my ass and cunt. 

"Glad to oblige," said John, as he pulled his hot dick out of my aching ass, 
and ran over to me face. 

I parted my lips and allowed him to slip the shitty tool into my mouth. I 
had only begun to suck on him when he came, giving me another load to eat. 

His semen was not as thick as Toby's, but it fired with great force, and 
some of it blasted right down my throat before I was able to catch it on my 
tongue. It felt terrific splashing and firing against my fleshy spear, and 
when he was done, I parted my black lips and allowed him to see the creamy 
wad of scum that was sitting in my defiled mouth. 

I had it resting in a stringy puddle in the middle of my tongue. 

"Now remember why this is happening," said Toby, "and swallow." 

As I gulped down the viscid liquid, I felt a little sick, and I thought of 
all the times I had told on them, or said nasty things to them. It seemed 
only right that I would be forced to eat their come now. 

"Get ready for thirds," groaned Rick, and he unplugged from my cunt and 
rushed to add his spunk to that I had already swallowed heavily in my, 
stomach, and I could not possibly force down a third. 

"No," I murmured through my scummy lips, "I can't." 

"But you have to," replied Toby, and he pushed my jaw down so that Rick's 
prick could enter my mouth. 

I kept shaking my head from side to side, making the swollen, white cock 
press against my slimy lips, its fat head forcing it my mouth, already slick 
with jism. 

At the first shot of his scum into my mouth, I began to cough and gag, and 
knew that I was going to vomit. 

"Swallow it," snarled Toby. 

But I simply couldn't. The sperm began to build up in my mouth, as Rick 
pumped his tool off wildly into my open mouth. I was not swallowing however, 
and the thick scum began to run out of the corners of my mouth and over my 
swollen bottom lip. 

"Drink it," demanded Toby. 

The smell of semen rushed up into my nostrils, and I began to feel dizzy and 
nauseous. The room was beginning to swim, and I just let Rick keep emptying 
himself in my available orifice. 

"That's alright," grinned Rick, "I have a better idea." 

Saying this, he pulled the spraying cock from my hot lips, and simply began 
to pour his come out onto my face. The sight of his thick, white spunk 
sitting on my black face must have excited him, for he came again, and 
flooded my face with a fresh load of spunk. 

I recall whimpering in shame and disgust as I felt my smooth skin being 
covered with a layer of slimy scum, but there was 'nothing left to do but 
lay there and allow him to empty his balls on my face. 

Eventually, it was over, and the thick blobs of semen were sitting all over 
my eyes, and forehead, and cheeks and lips, while heavy rivulets of it 
trickled off neck and collected in puddles on my heaving breasts. 

"Boy, is she ever finished," Toby ran downstairs and got an instant camera 
and took some of my ecstatic face and chocolate bosom. 

I remember the flashbulbs going off again and again, as I begged him to 
stop, and that was the last thing I remember. The next thing I knew, I was 
at home, fully dressed, with scum drying on my face and chest. 

Now, I am unable to do anything about the three men. I was even unable to 
report my violent rape, for they have the lewd pictures, and if I tell 
anyone, they will send them to one of those porno magazines to be published. 

I have seen one of the pictures, and it is the most revolting thing I have 
ever seen. A picture of my face, looking quite happy and satisfied, with 
white scum sitting on it, and semen dripping out of my open and well-used 
mouth. 

 CONCLUSION 

In Sofia's case, there is no understanding on her part to see the way she 
really is. She believes that she was not doing anyone harm, and that they 
were after her, when, in fact, I have information to the contrary. 

It seems that she was, indeed, looking to get fucked by these three men, 
though she never dreamed that it would be at the same time. 

Further, there is the fact that she enjoyed her disciplining and 
degradation, showing a deep hatred of herself which must be rectified before 
anything else can be done. 

Lastly, there are the obscene pictures that the three possess. She has told 
me that with these pictures, they are forcing her to continue servicing 
them. She says that she has been the unwilling hostess of more of their 
"come" parties, and that they are blackmailing her into having sex with them 
through these photos. 

But I suspect that Sonia would like to have these pictures published, for 
everyone to see, so that her self-humiliation could be complete. She has 
never reported the crime because she wants to suffer and be used by these 
three men. 

It will take many years of intense therapy to cure her of even one of these 
problems, and even then, I do not know if she will be able to relate to men 
without being in some sort of disciplining or humiliating manner. 

 CASE HISTORY NUMBER THREE 

SUBJECT: Valerie B. AGE: 16 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Valerie's case is handled briskly, for she was disciplined in the most 
intense fashion, and by a man that could have been her father. It was her 
innocence and trust that allowed her to be so basely used, and makes her 
treatment so difficult. 

The shocking fact is that the man, an older, respected man in the community, 
knew very well what he was doing to the teenage girl, and yet continued to 
use her in the most vile fashion, even offering her to another mature man 
for his pleasure. 

I think it is best to let Valerie, in her own way, tell what happened to 
her. 

I knew Mr. Wells for a long time before he...used me. Mr. Wells is the man 
that owned the movie theater down the block, and as a little girl, I used to 
go down there every Saturday for the matinee. 

I remember him, standing by the open door smiling at me and all the other 
children as they went by, and patting me on the head and telling me how 
pretty I was. He seemed like a nice old man, and from what I know now, I 
wonder if he was secretly dirty even then, or if something happened to him 
to make him sick. 

Anyway, I used to sit in that movie theater and watch all of my heroines 
running around on the screen, and munch popcorn and smell the wonderful 
aroma of melted butter, and when I think back on it, this was the happiest 
memory of my young life. 

That was why, when I was sixteen, I went for a job there. 

"Why Valerie," grinned Mr. Wells, "What a big girl you've grown up to be." 

He meant grown up with a large, jutting bust. That is to say, I am overly 
developed, especially for my age. I should have been wearing a D-cup when I 
went for the job interview, but at the time, my mother thought I was too 
young to wear a bra, even though my young tits were jutting out a mile from 
my chest and bouncing all over the place. 

I wasn't aware of it then, but Mr. Wells must have been eyeing my %its like 
crazy, judging by what happened later. 

"And what can I do for you?" he asked with a big smile and wide eyes. 

"Well," I smiled, "I'm looking for a part-time job, you know, on weekends, 
and I thought maybe I could be an usher or something like that." 

"Well," he grinned, "That's just wonderful. I like seeing a young girl that 
has her feet on the ground and is already starting to get out in the world. 
Of course I'll help you, come into my office." 

The two of us walked into the deserted theater and to the back where Mr. 
Wells had his small office. I would get to know that office very well later 
on, but right then, it seemed new and exciting. 

"Why I knew you when you were just a 'little' girl," he laughed, "Now you're 
so ... big," he observed. 

He sat down at his desk while I stood in front of him, trembling with 
excitement. 

"What could I have you do?" 

His eyes ran over my body, lingering on my heaving chest and then moving 
down to my lean, shapely legs, which were quite visible in my short skirt. 

"Maybe we can make you an usher," he said as he rose. 

He went over to a closet and pulled out a bright red jacket, just like the 
ones the ushers wore when I was little. My heart raced as I looked at it, 
for they had been so special to me when I was small. 

With their bright red jackets, and gleaming flashlights, they seemed 
messengers from some other world, sent here to Earth to guide small children 
like myself. 

"Why don't you try it on?" he suggested. 

He walked over behind me and helped me slip it on. All the time, his gaze 
was on my huge knockers, as they stuck out in front of me like two 
watermelons. The jacket fit alright on my shoulders and back, but when it 
came to my chest, of course, it was much too small. 

"Hmmm, doesn't seem to fit," he observed. 

He walked over in front of me and grabbed the lapels and tried to pull them 
over my heaving mountains. At the same time, he had a good opportunity to 
press his hands against my big tits, rubbing against the pliant flesh, and 
undoubtedly thrilling to the touch. 

I didn't know any better, and allowed him to stand there for about ten 
minutes, struggling with the coat, making believe he was fumbling about, but 
in reality, taking swipes at my tits, pawing my jugs ever so cautiously, 
pushing his fingers into the meaty boobs and getting a thrill when they 
bounced and jiggled in front of him. 

"Doesn't seem to fit," he stated, "Can't make you an usher. Maybe a 
candy-girl. Yes, that's it, a candy-girl." 

He went back to the closet and pulled out a long, red and white striped 
smock. I pulled off the jacket with some disappointment and annoyance at 
being so ample up front, and prepared to put on the smock. 

"You have to take off your sweater first," lied Mr. Wells. "The candy-girls 
aren't allowed to wear anything underneath the smock, health reasons you 
understand." 

"Where should I change?" I asked, looking about the small room. 

"Right here, of course," answered Mr. Wells. 

I hesitated for a second but then I thought how old Mr. Wells was, and that 
fact that he was old enough to be my father, and with a shrug of my 
shoulders, I grabbed the bottom of my sweater and peeled it off. 

I don't know how I could have been so dumb, but I was, and in a minute, I 
was standing in front of him half-nude, with my mammoth jugs sticking out. 
He probably had a hard-on when he saw my naked tits, staring him in the 
face, quivering and shaking as I moved, with my pink nipples getting all 
hard an erect due to the cold. 

I'm surprised, in fact, that he didn't come in his pants, but somehow, he 
controlled himself, and just stood there for a moment, and then handed me 
the smock. I unbuttoned it, all the time of which his eyes were sliding over 
my fat knockers, mentally fondling them and pinching the rosy nipples. 

Finally, I got the smock on, and since it was so loose, it fit, my jugs 
pulling the top out in front and clearly showing a great deal of my 
cleavage. 

"Perfect," he muttered, "You've got the job. You can take that top off now 
and I'll give you the physical." 

"Physical?" I replied. 

"Why of course," he answered, "Every job requires a physical. Take off your 
top so I can hang it up and I will give it to you." 

I unbuttoned the smock and stripped it off my heaving bosom and handed it to 
him. 

"Don't doctors usually give the physical?" I asked, getting-a little 
suspicious. 

"Yes," he answered simply, "But I try to do it myself as a favor for the 
employees. If you go to a doctor for a physical it can run you anywhere from 
twenty-five dollars to fifty dollars. You don't have that sort of money to 
spend, do you?" 

"No," I replied. 

"There, so I've saved you money already," he grinned. "Now come over here 
and sit down." 

He pulled out a chair, and thinking how nice it was for him to be so 
concerned about the money matters of his employees, I sat down, my back 
perfectly straight, as I was taught to sit, making my enormous tits stick 
out invitingly. 

"Cross your legs, please," he told me. 

I did so, and he put his hand on my knee, as he pulled up a chair and sat 
down near me. The crossing of my legs made my skirt ride up well onto my 
thighs, and he was ogling my shapely legs as he caressed my dimpled knee. 

"Now this is to test your reflexes," he told me, as he began to squeeze 
along my leg. His fingers moved up higher and higher, until they were well 
on my soft thigh and getting near the hem of my skirt. 

I was a bit puzzled at his methods, but I assumed that he knew what he was 
doing, and I didn't even think twice when his sweaty hands slid up under my 
skirt and began to touch my hidden thighs. His fingers tickled along my 
legs, making me get slightly aroused, and I began to breathe heavier. 

All the time, my tits were hanging out in front of him, the heavy globes 
shaking and heaving, as his eyes followed them, and he licked his lips 
anxiously. After he had almost reached my panties, and was running his hands 
tantalizingly along the inside of my thighs, he removed his hand and smiled. 

I was pretty hot by now, after the way he had been touching my tender 
thighs, and I'm sure he could tell that by the fact that my big nipples had 
grown hard and erect. He was undoubtedly pleased with himself, and the fact 
that I was allowing him to use me in such a degrading manner. 

"Very good," he said, "Your reflexes seem to be fine. Now I will give you 
the breathing test. We must make sure you don't have to or some other 
disease." 

Saying this, he placed his hand underneath my left tit, just close enough so 
that the swollen jug was resting on his hand, and he could make it jiggle 
and bounce as he 'examined' me. 

"Cough," he directed. 

I did. My tit shook, and he held his face very near to my hard jug, the 
nipple almost brushing his cheek. Then he moved his hand, this time under 
the other hanging knocker. 

"Cough," he repeated. 

I coughed again, making that tit shake. This action was getting me hotter 
than I already was. It felt good to have my melons hanging loose in front of 
me, and though I didn't admit it then, I was sort of getting a charge out of 
letting Mr. Wells touch me as well. 

Seeing that I was not protesting his handling, he became even bolder and 
when he moved his hand again, it was directly onto one of my jutting boobs. 

"Cough," he said again, and I did. 

This time, he grabbed the shaking mound ever so lightly, making it bounce 
even more and sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh. I wriggled a little 
in the chair with pleasure, and I felt myself gasp a little as he gave 
another squeeze. 

"Hmmm," he said, and then applied his other hand to my right jug. Then he 
began to make my two, over-sized melons bounce on my chest as I sat there, 
unaware of the fact that he was fondling my tits with lewd intentions. 

His hands really started to go to work, and in a few seconds, he was hardly 
making any pretense of the fact that he was massaging my available jugs. He 
was really having a good time. I remember him grinning widely and harshly 
digging his fingers into my knockers, causing my soft flesh to squish 
between his fingers, and making the mammoth mound quiver and dance to his 
knead. "Mr. Wells," I gasped, as I began to squirm and fidget on the chair. 

I could feel my body getting warm, and there was a gnawing hunger in my 
cunt, that I could not account for at the time. I could tell my slit was 
getting moist, but I did not realize that this was due to Mr. Wells grabbing 
hands. 

I must admit, that until I began working for, or should I say working off, 
Mr. Wells, I was very naive, no one had ever even touched my tits before, 
though many boys had tried. My mother had always made a big thing out of the 
fact that any sort of touching of the body was dirty, and the only person 
that should touch you was a doctor. 

I never even rubbed my own cunt, and it was for all of these reasons, the 
fact that I was so sexually inexperienced, that Mr. Wells was able to take 
advantage of me and abuse in the terrible manner he did. 

But to get back to his 'physical.' 

He was getting hotter and hotter as he massaged my pendulous jugs, and his 
dick must have been tearing out of his pants. He was grabbing and yanking at 
the heavy melons, feeling their lovely firmness and hefty weight in his 
hands, as I simply sat there, a little fool, and allowed him to manhandle 
me. 

I was in no condition to stop him, however. My cunt was burning hot by this 
time, and I was panting and gasping, as each delicious squeeze made my 
passion greater. 

"Oh, oh," was all I could say. 

"You're moving about," he warned me, "I told you to sit perfectly still. If 
you don't sit still, you will have to be punished." 

I tried to regain my composure, and I grabbed firmly at the seat of the 
chair, trying to keep my back straight, and my breasts stabbing out for Mr. 
Wells greedy hands. But he just kept pulling and tugging on them, and now I 
was watching him as he massaged me, and I remember my eyes getting wide as I 
saw how obscenely he was stretching my tits, and making my hefty melons 
shake in his hands. 

"Ohhhhhh," I heaved, and my body shivered wildly, making the tits pull and 
tug against Mr. Wells grip. 

"The first thing you will have to learn, young lady," he responded to my 
movement, "is discipline. I demand discipline in my employees, and if you do 
not have it, I will teach it to you." 

Saying this, he slid his hands over the swell of my breasts, down to the hot 
points, and grabbed a stiffs pink nipple in each hand. 

"Prepare yourself for your punishment," he said. 

Then he pinched the rubbery tips, driving his calloused fingers into my 
soft, sensitive nipple flesh, and making me squirm with pain and pleasure. I 
could feel my cunt contracting as he pinched and tweaked the hard flesh, 
until my body felt like it was turning to water. 

He dug his nails into the tits, and pulled at the nipples, yanking them out 
to inches long, and then twisting them cruelly, as if he were stretching 
taffy. Then he released them, and picked up the stapler that was on the 
table. He emptied out the staples, and then, as I watched with horrified, 
but engrossed eyes, he placed one of the pink, rubbery tip into the stapler 
and clamped down on it. 

"Argh," I grunted. 

I just kept sitting there, however, for I assumed that if he was punishing 
me, it was for a good reason. After all, I had never worked before, and I 
thought that all his female employees were treated in this manner. I had no 
way of knowing that my sexual abuse was illegal and perverted. 

He clamped down again, making the cold metal bite into my hot knob, and 
making me squirm in passion. When he went to the other tit, and placed the 
nipple between the jaws of the stapler and ever so slowly pinched it, I 
came. 

I felt my body shake, and then there was a rushing heat that flashed up to 
my brain, blotting out the sight bf the elderly man torturing my nipples, 
and I felt my cunt grow sopping wet. It felt so good. The hot fluid dripped 
out of my hole and wet my panties, and my cunt walls were convulsing wildly. 

I had never had any orgasms in my life, and this one was, by far, the best. 
When it was over, I saw that Mr. Wells had put down the stapler and was 
getting up, pushing down a persistent bulge in his pants. 

"You have passed," he told me, "Now go home and report to me Saturday 
night." 

When I returned home, I told no one of what had happened between Mr. Wells 
and myself. First of all, I was ashamed and frightened to tell my mother or 
father, that I had gotten sexual pleasure out of a mere physical, and I 
think that on some deeper level, I knew that what had happened between me 
and the elderly man was wrong, and I wanted to hide it. 

Saturday, I was eager to get to work, and Mr. Wells had me come in his 
office, strip off my blouse and put on the revealing smock in front of him. 
It was always like that when I worked there. I always got undressed in front 
of the perverse man. 

He put me behind the candy counter with another girl, and it was a rather 
long and annoying evening. Guys were constantly trying to get a look at my 
tits, and many of them succeeded, for when I bent over to get popcorn, the 
front of the blouse would drop open, allowing them to see not only my deep 
cleavage, but most of my huge knockers as well. 

This brought a barrage of obscene comments and offers as well, and a few of 
the ruder men even managed to pinch and fondle my big tits when they handed 
me their money. By the time the evening was done, I was glad I was going 
home, and I was a bit aroused too. 

"Valerie," said Mr. Wells, "You stay and clean the counter. Gwen, you can go 
home." 

The ushers all left reluctantly, wanting to get a chance to make a pass at 
me, or try copping a feel, especially Marv, who was an old man, and had been 
with the theater for years. He had been there when I was just a little girl. 

But after awhile, they were all gone, Mr. Wells locked the door, and we were 
all alone. 

He stood by me as I cleaned, telling me to do this and that, and making me 
clean and wipe at the inside of the counter for a long time. Now I realize 
it was because as I bent over, he got a clear view of my tits, and in the 
tight counter, the huge jugs were pressed against the glass, making them 
look all the more obscene. 

If was when I was cleaning the popcorn machine, however, that it happened. 

"Be careful," he roared suddenly, and I spilled the melted butter all over 
me, especially on my chest. The smock was soaked, and clung provocatively to 
my tits. 

"Clumsy," he complained, "Look what you've done, and look at that smock. 
Take it off immediately." 

Since there was no one around, I pulled the top off, feeling my chest all 
slippery and wet with, melted butter. The jutting mounds were glistening in 
the dim light and he leered at me in a heated manner. 

"You will have to be punished for this," he told me, "So that you will not 
make that mistake again. Come over here." 

I walked over to him and stood at rigid attention. He reached up and scooped 
one of my buttery tits in his hand, hoisting it up into the air and bringing 
it near my face. 

"Look at all the butter you've wasted," he said, "I want you to eat it. Lick 
it all up." 

I looked down at my meaty knocker, and shuddered, but then I obediently 
stuck out my pink tongue and began to lick gently at my own breast. The 
butter tasted sweet and good as I ate it, but the sensation of my tongue 
striking my tits flesh was even better. 

Mr. Wells pushed the jug further up, so that it was pressed against my face, 
and my lips began to work at it, cleaning away the butter and making me burn 
with desire. My tongue was stuck all the way out of my mouth now, licking 
away at as much of the pliant boob as it could reach. 

All the time, Mr. Wells was squeezing and fondling the fat melon, making me 
shiver with even greater lust to the depraved manipulation. 

Then I felt something wet and slimy against my other tit, and I looked over 
to see that the old grey-haired man had his mouth on my other tit and was 
licking away the butter also. He lips slid all over the smooth tit-flesh, 
and his tongue was lapping at it like an animal, pulling at the flesh and 
making the entire tit shake. 

"Oh, god," I muttered in passion. 

Mr. Wells let the other boob fall down, so, that both jugs were now his, and 
he grabbed the two, fleshy, over sized boobs in his hands and buried his 
face in my cleavage. It was the most divine sensation he had ever felt, and 
I just stood their obediently and shivered, letting his tongue slither along 
my hot valley, cleaning off the butter but inflaming my cunt. 

"Mr. Wells," I said, "I can't." 

"But, you will have to take much more," he snarled, "You will have to learn 
to obey the commands I give you. That is what the business world is all 
about." 

Then he plunged his face back between my knockers and put his tongue to work 
once again. 

All I could do was shiver and shake, and let my cunt get hotter and wetter 
from his relentless tit-licking. He soon had my cleavage squeaky clean, and 
he began to apply his mouth to the individual boobs. 

He grabbed the jutting globe in his hands and began to slide not only his 
tongue over it, but his lips as well. They were sucking and grasping at the 
hot meat, pulling it up into the air and then letting it snap back. 

Every so often, he would look up at me, my tit-flesh still being held in 
between his lips, to see the hot, passionate expression on my face. Then he 
would go back to his sucking and licking making me wilder by the second. 

Finally, he got to the nipples, and my entire body quaked as he sucked the 
long, stiff nipples into his heated mouth. He was sucking away furiously at 
the rubbery tip, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth, making the 
flesh of the jug give way as he fed the nipple into his warm orifice. 

His tongue swirled around the hot point, making it even harder and more 
sensitive, making me grind and wiggle my hips with passion. There was 
nothing that I cared about now except my discipline. If this was the way I 
was punished at the job, I would not mind being punished. 

And then he bit me. He sunk his teeth erotically into my tender nipple and 
snickered as I shuddered and convulsed and came. I could feel my knees 
getting weak, and my cunt getting all hot and wet, and my love juices 
flooded into me. 

He didn't even seem to notice, and he just kept biting and licking away at 
my nipple, until it was perfectly clean, and then he moved over to the other 
jug and did the same thing to it. 

Then he told me to get dressed, and to go home. 

I could hardly walk, but I managed to get my blouse on, feeling my still 
erect and slightly sore nipples rubbing along the thin material, and sending 
slight ripples of pleasure into my cunt. 

I will not go into all of the little things he did to me, in order to 
discipline me, but he slowly reworked me, until I was exactly what he 
wanted, an obedient slave. He made me wear skirts, for he began to fondle my 
ass on the pretense of making sure I was clean, and he saw to it that he got 
his hands on my tits more and more during the course of a day or evening. 

He always kept me after work for some small infraction, and during those 
times, he really worked my chest over, tugging and fondling my jugs until I 
came wildly. It was inevitable, that he would think of some way to get as 
much pleasure as me, for though he enjoyed feeling up my huge, pendulous 
knockers, he always made me leave with a hard-on in his pants. 

That was until the night he made me the ticket taker on an extremely busy 
night. It was a very difficult and new thing to me, and I was very 
frightened giving the people their change and handling all that cash. There 
was a lot of money by the end of the night, and when Mr. Wells finally came 
and got it, I was relieved. 

Until he called me into his office, that is. 

"Valerie," he said, as he shut the door behind him and locked it, "We have a 
problem, a big problem, a one hundred dollar problem, as a matter of fact." 

"What...what are you talking about?" I asked in fear. 

"It seems that you are exactly one hundred dollars short in the ticket 
money," he told me. "I have checked it and then rechecked it, but there is 
no doubt about it. There is a hundred dollars missing." 

I felt, my body begin to shake violently, and I must have turned pale, for 
that was a lot of money. 

"Well?" he asked, "What have you got to say for yourself?" 

"I...I didn't take it," I responded, my body shaking, "I don't know what 
could have happened. It was so busy tonight, I was confused sometimes, but I 
didn't take it." 

"The normal procedure in this type of case is to call the police," he said 
flatly, "but since I've known you for such a long time, I feel that we will 
be able to settle this matter between us." 

I was relieved to hear him say this. 

"What I will do first, is to search you," he told me, "to insure the money 
was not taken. Take off your blouse, Valerie." 

That was becoming Mr. Wells favorite sentence, and I was becoming very fond 
of it myself, for whenever I stripped off my blouse, I always ended up 
liking it more and more. That night, however, I did not know that other 
articles of my clothing were going to follow. 

I sat there with my tits hanging out, as I had so often done before, and the 
old man began to run his dry fingers over my body, pulling and squeezing my 
jugs, as if the money could be hidden inside them. 

He went through his usual tit massage, making me shudder in the chair, while 
his fingers dug and pulled at my willing flesh, making his dick rigid in the 
process. 

"Nothing here," he surmised. "You will have to stand up now and removed your 
panties." 

I was a little shocked at his request, but when I thought about the hundred 
dollars and the police, I stood up and shucked off the flimsy briefs. 

"Now come over here and lean over my desk," he told me, "We will have to 
make a thorough examination." 

I should have noticed the gleam in his eyes, but I was young and innocent 
then, and I simply did as he said, resting my hands on his desk and leaning 
my body forward. This action had two effects. First of all, it caused my 
pendulous knockers to hang down in front of me in fat, swollen spheres, and 
it made my ass stick up in the air, my short skirt revealing a hint of the 
pale cheeks. 

Mr. Wells walked around behind me and said, "Now don't worry, I'm not going 
to hurt you. I'm just going to inspect you." 

Saying this, he put his hand on my ass, as he had done several times, but 
this time my cheeks were naked, and his rough hands felt all tingly running 
over the soft flesh. I shivered a little, and the slight movement made my 
flopping tits quake and wiggle about underneath me. 

His hand kept rubbing my ass, but I felt one of his fingers beginning to 
stick itself between the cheeks and against my anus. I began to breathe 
heavy, for my predicament and the petting hands of the old man were making 
my cunt hot. 

Then he lifted up my short skirt, and rested it on the jut of my hips, 
exposing my white ass mall its beauty, and giving him a clear mark where to 
sink his finger. He shot it up my rectum, doing it in one swift, painful 
plunge. 

"Ow!" I yelled, but I kept leaning there, like a mindless slave to this sick 
man's desires. 

His finger was inside my asshole now, and he began to slide it back and 
forth, in and out, making my ass jerk about and making my tits dance as 
well. His thumb was pressed against my cunt suddenly, and I almost collapsed 
on the desk top at the touch. 

My vaginal walls spasmed and twitched at the contact, and I thought that I 
might pass out. When he began to insert it into my cunt, however, I really 
went wild. 

"Oh, god, Mr. Wells," I moaned, "God, what are you doing to me? Oh, god!" 

"Be quiet," he ordered, "I did not tell you to speak. You need a lesson, 
young lady." 

He reached around in front of me and grabbed one of my hanging tits in his 
hand, yanking down on it mercilessly. I whimpered, and he pulled the other 
one, making them ache dully. Then he got hold of the fat nipple and 
nickered. 

"Please, don't," I begged him, I knew what this meant. 

"You are disobedient," he told me, and then pinched. 

His nails dug deeply into the hot flesh and I grimaced in pain. He did this 
to me often, tweaking the erect, hot flesh, and making stabs of white pain 
shoot up my jugs. He punched again, and again I groaned. 

In the meantime, he was inserting his finger all the way up into my twat, 
and I was unaware of it as he fingered my tits. Finally, he stopped, and I 
became, aware of the twin assault of my orifices. It felt awful to have the 
fingers shoved up my cunt and ass at first. 

It felt as if they were going to rip me apart, especially since Mr. Wells 
had my separating walls of flesh in the pincer-like grip of his thumb and 
index finger. It felt as if he were suddenly going to tear my flesh, but 
instead, he began a rhythmic pumping in and out of my two holes. 

"Unnngghh," I groaned, my cunt walls spasming at the new sensation of having 
something hard and long rammed between them. 

As he shoved the finger up my twat, the digit in my ass receded, and then it 
plunged back in as the thumb pulled slightly out of my wet pussy. He shoved 
and worked me like this for about an hour, and all the time he was watching 
my tits bounce wildly over his desk. 

"Seems like there's nothing here," he said, "but this hole's so deep that I 
can't really reach the end of it. I'll have to get something to check it out 
with." 

He was referring to my cunt, and he slid the fingers out of both my holes, 
making me take a deep sigh. Then, I heard a fly being unzipped, and I really 
should have suspected something, but I didn't. 

"Here," he said behind me, "I've found a stick. Now stay perfectly still 
and, this won't hurt a bit." 

I did, but it hurt anyway. It should have, what he was actually shoving up 
into my unsuspecting, virgin cunt was his cock. His fat, throbbing pole was 
shoved all the way up into my pussy, busting my cherry, before I even knew 
it. 

Once the monster was inside me, I seemed to change. I didn't care about the 
money anymore, or the pain, or Mr. Wells hands as they cupped my shaking 
tits. All I could feel lust. 

In and out, in and out, his hot tool slammed, driving me mad with each 
plunge, and making me get rid of all the passion that the other 
tit-massaging sessions had brought on. He didn't care how hard he slammed it 
into my virgin pussy, as he plunged the fat head into my hot hole with 
greater and greater speed. 

But my ordeal was just beginning, for the door was being opened and another 
figure was walking into the room. It was Marv, the old usher. He had a key 
for every door, and the manager's office was no exception. 

"Oh, my," was all he could mutter as he stepped in to see me getting fucked 
from behind, as my large tits hung down in front of me and shook wildly in 
Mr. Wells hands. 

Then he closed the door behind him and came over to me, staring intently at 
my passionate face. The first time I realized he was there was when he 
stroked my hair and smiled at me. 

"You're even younger than my own daughter," he commented, as he unzipped his 
fly. 

At the sight of the fat, throbbing cock, I felt sick, but as he waved it in 
front of my face, and the elder man shafted me frantically from behind, I 
began to desire the hot tool. 

Marv was glad to oblige me, and pulling my head down to the edge of the 
desk, hung the dick directly in front of my pretty mouth. 

"Open wide," he instructed. 

Like a drug crazed slut, I opened my mouth and allowed his steaming dick to 
force its way between my lips and press against the roof of my mouth. It 
felt strange but wonderful pushing against my tongue and filling my warm 
cavity, and then Marv began to stab it in and out of my face. 

"Suck on it," he ordered. 

"Suck on it," repeated Mr. Wells. 

I didn't even think whether it was right or wrong, I just began gobbling at 
the cock, pulling it further into my throat, making my lips slither across 
the bumpy shaft as it fucked in and out of my yielding mouth, ramming 
against the back of my throat with each thrust. I was really getting it now. 
The grey-haired boss was behind me, slamming his cock in and out of my 
spasming, sopping cunt, while the other old man grasped my pretty face and. 
forced his swollen dick in and out of my hot mouth. 

I had never even been with a man before, and now, here I was, stretched out 
over a desk, getting fucked in the mouth and cunt simultaneously by two men 
that were old enough to be my father. 

My big tits were being harshly and wildly manipulated by both men as they 
pushed my quivering body between them. 

It did not last long, however. 

Marv came first, sending his spunk shooting deep into my moist cavern and 
making me gag in revulsion and surprise. 

"Swallow it," demanded both men, "Swallow it." 

I did it automatically, allowing the salty spunk to splash down into my 
throat and slip into my churning belly. Wad after wad of the filthy sperm 
fired into my mouth, making my tongue and palate slimy and sticky. 

There seemed to be no end to it, and I just kept swallowing wildly, gulping 
down the old man's hot scum into my young, firm belly. And at the same time, 
Mr. Wells began to come in my aching pussy, and I uttered a muffled scream 
as the dick ravaged my throat. 

"Take it, Valerie," he grunted. 

And his semen began to spend itself into my twat, making it all wet and 
slippery with his scum, making me feel like a dirty little girl, and causing 
my cunt to explode in climax. Now all three of us were coming, as I lay 
there was allowed the men to empty their foul wads into either end of my 
lovely, heaving body, feeling their hands dig frantically into my tit-flesh 
as their dicks kept firing into my accepting mouth and cunt. 

After it was all over, the three of us collapsed on the desk, my body still 
jerking slightly and feeling the dick shrinking in my abused holes. After 
they pulled out, I could feel the scum dribbling out of my twat, and my 
tongue wiped around inside my used mouth, trying to get all the scummy blobs 
off my lips and teeth. 

It was from this violent assault, that I realized that Mr. Wells was just a 
dirty old man, but what a price I had to pay. My poor body had been used by 
these two men like the filthiest whore, and the worst part of it was that I 
had not struggled, I had not fought them at all. 

They had told me to suck, and I had sucked. They had told me to fuck, and I 
had fucked. I had even swallowed their sperm and received a bolt of it in my 
cunt as well. I was as dirty as they were. 

 CONCLUSION 

Valerie's case is very complex and most difficult to handle. She was so 
deeply affected to to her innocence about sex. 

This is due to the influence of her parents, who told her it was dirty to 
touch her own and did not allow her to mature sexually. Her body was that of 
a woman's, prone to all the attempts that might be tried on it, but her mind 
was that of a ten year old, or even less, when it came to sex. 

For this reason, also, her disciplining is so intense and thorough. In 
Valerie's mind, sex and abuse are now fused, one and the same. When Mr. 
Wells ordered her to do something, she did it regardless of what might 
happen, or without a thought of what she was doing. She did not know better. 

That was why she did not fight the double rape of her body. She heard them 
command, and she complied, allowing two men to fuck her violently to their 
heart's, and dicks, content. She will require and entire relearning of her 
own sexuality. 

Mr. Wells was sentenced to a suspended prison term, for he had never done 
anything like this before, and Marv was given an even lighter one, since he 
had not really been a part of the debauching of this voluptuous girl. 

It is Valerie, however, that is undergoing intensive psychiatric care, when 
the other two men should be undergoing it as well. They are just as sick, if 
not more, than the abused girl. They were working out some sort of sexual 
problem with their own young daughters, using Valerie's body to vent the 
sexual desires they felt towards their own daughters. 

 CASE HISTORY NUBER FOUR 

SUBJECT: Martha S. AGE: 19 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Martha is an unusual case. She is a very intelligent, strong-willed young 
woman, the type of woman that does not usually fall victim to any person. 
She is not the sort of woman that normally becomes involved in discipline, 
but yet, she did. 

She lost complete control of her life and mind, after she had been kidnapped 
and forced to submit to all the sexual games and desires of a man. No matter 
how strong her sense of identity was, no matter how well she believed in 
herself, it did not prevent her from submitting to the whims and desires of 
her master. 

She was used sexually, time after time, and eventually began to not only 
accept, but enjoy her submission and sexual humiliation. That is why her 
story is so frightening and interesting, and should be carefully analyzed. 

I'll start this by telling a little about myself. I am nineteen years old, I 
am going to college to become a lawyer and I have never shown any sort of 
mental problems or imbalance. 

That is very important, for it will later seem that there was something 
basically wrong with my psyche, but there was, and is, not. 

I am a. moderately attractive young woman, though many of my male friends 
have told me that I was very sexy and alluring. I think this sexiness comes 
from my body, and the way that I hold it. 

To start with, I am built very well, with good legs, and a narrow waist, a 
nice pair of round hips and a set of full, sensuous breasts, which hang 
perfectly round on my chest without the use of a bra. 

I am of average height, maybe a little short, with big, soft eyes, a petite 
mouth and chin, and an aquiline nose. I am, to put it bluntly, pretty. 

But the way I am, inside, alters my body as well, and makes me look even 
more alluring. I am a very easy going person, to a point, and believe that 
life flows around one, and I try to move in that ever-changing stream. I am 
a natural person, and I don't wear a bra, or a girdle or anything like that. 
I like leotards and loose, draw-string pants, and soft blouses. This attire 
adds a sexual tone to my supple body, and allows the curve of my bust, the 
jut of my hips and the roundness of my ass to be fully appreciated. 

Also, I have a very soft, sensual voice, that seems to drive men wild. 

I have known a fair share of men. I have not been sexually stunted or 
anything like that. In fact, I have even known one or two women. To put it 
simply, I am sexually experienced. It is important to know this as my story 
unfolds. 

I present all of these facts to you so that you might be able to understand 
what happened to me, and most importantly, why. I cannot, though I have 
tried to unravel the mystery time and time again. I simply do not understand 
why I first submitted, and then delighted in the sexual abuse and 
degradation that I was subjected to. 

My story starts with Harry Stien, a transit cop that I met at a bar one 
night. I was there with two of my girl-friends, and we were having a few 
drinks and he began to come on to me. 

Exactly how, is not important, but I will add that I found him attractive, 
he was dark, tall and muscular, but annoying. I didn't accept a date and I 
didn't give him my phone number. 

Later, I found out that he followed me home after we left the bar and that 
was how he learned my name and address. I started to get phone calls from 
him, which I hung-up on as soon as I knew it was him. 

Then the calls started to come late at night, and became quite obscene. He 
graphically told me how good I would look bouncing up and down on his cock, 
and how he was going to squeeze and fondle my perfect, round breasts, and 
how pleasant it was going to be to see my small, delicate mouth stretched 
over his swollen cock. 

He had a good imagination, but it didn't do anything for me. Finally, I was 
forced to change my phone number, and the calls stopped. I thought I had 
gotten rid of him, but that was my mistake. 

It probably would have been better to let him keep calling, for when he was 
no longer able to get off by telling me how nice my face would look with 
sperm dripping on it, he began to pent up his sick desires and formulate a 
terrible plot. 

I became aware of it late one night when I walked into my apartment, and was 
grabbed from behind in the dark room. I tried kicking and elbowing, as I had 
been trained to do, but before I could really get going, I began to feel 
drowsy. 

He had a rag over my mouth that had been soaked in ether or some other 
chemical, and it put me to sleep within minutes. I awoke in a rather nicely 
furnished apartment. 

"Where am I?" I asked feebly. 

"In my apartment," said the dark man, "Do you remember me?" 

He leered at me, and I vaguely recalled the thin face, the heavy lips, dark 
hair and sardonic smile. I was good at faces and names, and after a few 
seconds, it came to me. 

"Harry," I muttered, "the guy at the bar." 

"That's right," he grinned, "I'm glad to see that you remember me, because I 
couldn't forget you." 

He smiled and caressed the swell of my tit as I lay on his bed. I tried to 
turn away, and for the first time noticed that my hands were tied over my 
head. I pulled and yanked at the cords, but they did not come free. 

"Yes," he continued, "I just kept thinking about you, night after night, 
remembering that soft, sensuous body of yours, and that hot mouth. Your body 
just called out for attention. I knew your tits wanted to be squeezed and 
that your cunt was already dripping in anticipation of a cock be forced into 
it." 

"You have an over-active imagination," I told him. 

"Oh, no," he replied, "I know you wanted, and I know that you still want 
it." 

I was beginning to get a little frightened for it was becoming apparent to 
me that Harry was not at all well. He was liable to do anything to me, and 
in my position, I wouldn't be able to resist. 

"Why don't you untie me and we'll talk about it," I suggested calmly. 

"Sure he said, sitting down on the bed next to me, "After I give you what 
you want and you learn the game." 

Saying this, he began to unbutton my blouse. I shivered, as he yanked it off 
me. I was wearing a black leotard underneath, so I was not naked, but I knew 
that I shortly would be, and I began to panic. 

Then he untied the bow of my draw-string pants, and slid them down over my 
smooth, firm legs. He caressed my legs as he did so, and it made me shudder 
violently. 

"Stop it," I demanded, "Stop Tit! I'm not going to let you do this to me, 
you pervert." 

He reached over and took out a gag, which he must have had already prepared, 
and forced it into my mouth, tying it securely in place. Then he went back 
to his work, and stripped off my pants, and left me lying there in just my 
tight leotard. 

My shapely body was clearly visible under it and he ran his hand gently over 
the fiat plane of my belly, and then down along my quaking thighs, fondling 
the soft flesh, and touching nearer and nearer to my cunt. 

But he never touched it. Instead, his hands shot up to my shoulders and 
grasped the top of the leotard. For the first time, I was glad my hands were 
tied, for he would have to undo them before he could take of the garment, 
and this would give me a chance to escape. 

I was wrong, for with one fierce tug, he ripped the garment open and tore it 
off my body, leaving me there, quivering, clad only in my panties. 

"Mmmmm," he cooed, "Nice and soft and fleshy. I like a woman with meat on 
her body. Your figure is nice and full. You're tits are just like I thought 
they'd be." 

I was forced to lie there with my mouth gagged and watch him bring his 
hands, down on my jutting tit, cupping it firmly and squeezing. 

I was screaming, but through the gag, I couldn't even hear myself. My eyes 
were glued to his molesting hand, as it kneaded and pressed against my firm, 
round boob, pushing the pliant meat and digging his fingers into it 
passionately. 

"Like it, huh," he declared. 

Then he reached over with both hands, and I was forced to have my tits 
massaged, as I squirmed and fought against my bonds. It was useless, 
however, and I felt my nipples hardening under his persistent tit-massage. 

He was twisting and pushing my hot knockers, making them swell with lust, as 
his fingers pressed into the sensitive flesh, bring my nipples to rock 
hardness. 

"I knew you liked it," he smiled, "You're going to like all the things I'm 
going to do to you." 

Then he leaned over and began to suck and lick my nipples, until the rubbery 
points were burning with lust, and his rough tongue flicking over them 
brought an unwanted shiver to my bound body. 

He just kept sucking at the mounds, as he held them firmly in his hands, 
squeezing the bases as if he were squeezing tooth-paste out of a tube. His 
tongue lashed at my copper nubs, making them jump back and forth and causing 
my cunt to begin to tingle. 

He seemed to sense this, for one hand released my tit, and wandered down 
along my writhing body until it reached my panties. He did not go underneath 
the cotton briefs, but placed his hand over it and on my hot mound. 

I jerked lustfully and became angry with myself. How could I possibly become 
aroused from a strange man molesting my bound body? And yet, I was. There 
was no doubt about it, it relentless tit-sucking and cunt rubbing was having 
its effect, and I felt my passion mounting. 

He waited until my hips were gyrating under his hand, forcing my cunt up 
against his fingers before he pulled my panties down to my knees. I bent my 
legs and allowed them to slide to my ankles and then kicked them off. 

When I put my legs back flat, they had parted, allowing my attacker full 
access to my moist twat. I was shocked at myself, and tried to calm down, 
but I couldn't. The fire in my body was growing, and not the thought of my 
degradation nor the dull pain of my bonds could stop it. 

Then his hand was on my cunt, and he was rubbing away again, slipping his 
harsh fingers through my curly pussy hairs. The touch of them made me gasp 
with pleasure, and my nostrils dilated to taking more air. 

Over and over he rubbed, barely moving down at all, but teasingly working 
his way to my cunt lips. The first touch was like an electric shock, and he 
added a bit of my nipple as he touched my loose lips. 

His fingers pressed against them, moving them back and forth slowly, making 
my cunt get even hotter. There was no way I could control my passion, and 
even as I jerked, I could feel the ropes pulling against my wrists. 

I found myself staring at his crotch, studying the fat bulge that rested 
there and dying to see the naked cock, in all its throbbing glory. But he 
did not show any indication of taking his tool out, and he lifted his mouth 
from my aching tits and smiled at me. 

Then he kissed me along my face, on near eyes, over my nose and down my 
body. I shivered as I felt his warm lips kiss my flesh, and I trembled as I 
realized where he was going. Had my mouth been free, I think I would have 
begged for him to continue, but I didn't have to. 

His head was by my crotch now, and he was suddenly sliding his long, wet 
tongue along the inside of my quaking thighs. My legs shook even more 
rapidly, and he began to spread my legs further and further apart. I adhered 
to his wishes, and spread them as far as they would go. Then he moved 
between my legs and buried his face in my pussy. 

After the heated manipulation of my cunt and tits, it felt like heaven, and 
I think I swooned like a little girl. His fingers were rubbing my supple 
thighs, as his tongue licked passionately at my loose, outer lips. 

He flicked them back and forth, as he had done my nipples, and then began to 
force his tongue into my steaming twat. In the pit of my stomach, I could 
feel an orgasm mounting, and he slid the slick spear deeper and deeper into 
my twat. 

It lashed around inside the wet opening for awhile and then moved further 
in, causing me to convulse even more, as I felt the stranger violating my 
cunt. I do not know if it was the fact that he was doing it so well, or the 
fact that I was helpless to stop him, but it felt wonderful. 

He wiped his tongue all over the inside of my twat, making the walls tingly 
and wetter with each stroke. It wasn't just his saliva that was making me 
wet, either. My cunt was getting more and more lubricated as, he ate me out, 
and I felt myself getting nearer to orgasm. 

I was shuddering now, like a school girl, as be licked and sucked at my 
cunt, his fingers massaging my quivering thighs. And then, abruptly, he 
stopped, and pulled his head up and smiled at me. 

I pleaded with him with my eyes, for I needed desperately to come, and 
another few minutes would do it. Then he stood up and unzipped his pants and 
produced one of the most splendid looking cocks I had ever seen. 

It was nice and long, about nine inches, and fat, with a stout, red, 
mushroom head resting on his smooth, shiny shaft. It looked wonderful, and 
as he held the monster tool in his hand, he began to stroke it gently. 

All the time, he was smiling at me and looking at my dripping cunt, and I 
knew that I was going to get raped now, but instead of my legs flying 
closed, they stayed spread and I found myself eagerly awaiting his attack. 

I know this may disgust you, it disgusted me too, but I was unable to 
control my lust, and I knew that a short fucking with his fat tool, and I 
would come. He knelt between my legs and placed tire tip of his cock at the 
entrance of my cunt. 

He looked up at me, to see my lust-seared faced, and my begging eyes, and 
the fine layer of perspiration covering my body, and then he got up and 
walked out of the room. 

I wanted to scream. My body was burning up and he had no intention of 
finishing what he had started. He had just been playing with me, teasing me, 
getting to the point where I was nothing more than a lust-crazed animal, and 
then walking away from me. 

I grew, furious, at him and at myself. How dare he treat me like this, and 
how dare I get aroused by a potential rapist. With this firm resolve I was 
able to quell the fire in my loins, and after about fifteen minutes, my cunt 
stopped spasming. 

This was when I began to feel the effects of the rope as they cut into my 
wrists and made my fingers feel numb. The pain was awful and it grew worse 
by the minute, until I couldn't take any more, and I passed out. When I 
awoke, it was to the sensation of fingers caressing my jugs. I opened my 
eyes to see that Harry was back, this time completely naked, and he was 
fondling and using my tits once again. I flew into a rage and began yelling 
at him through the gag, and twisting a jerking my body in defiance. 

He just smiled, and held firmly onto my jutting tits as I lay there writhing 
in a mixture of anger, pain and humiliation. I was determined that he would 
not turn me on again, but after half and hour of his sensuous fondling of my 
firm knockers, I found my nipples getting hard again. 

There was some sort of lewd satisfaction in watching him pull and twist my 
dark, rubbery nubs, taking the jutting points between his fingers and 
tweaking them lovingly, as he yanked and stretched my round globes into the 
air. 

Then I felt my cunt getting hot again, and Harry was soon back down between 
my legs. This time, I pressed my thighs together, determined not to allow 
him to get inside my cunt, but he satisfied himself by finding my hidden 
clitoris and rubbing the sensitive bud just right, making my cunt get wet 
and leaky, making my thighs wet with lust. 

Slowly, but surely, my legs parted, until I willingly allowed him to insert 
his finger into my twat and began slipping it in and out, as if it were a 
little dick. I felt my climax forming again, very rapidly, and I was heaving 
and panting as he played with my bobbing tits with one hand and my hot twat 
with the other. 

I watched his erect dick jumping up and down as he did so, and all I could 
imagine was how it was going to feel inside me. 

It was all hot and hard. 

This time I could see that he was as excited as I, and there was no doubt in 
my mind that was going to fuck me blind with his hot cock. 

"Enjoying it?" he asked me. 

I looked intently at him, my body sweaty and my limbs trembling. His finger 
was still flying in and out of my twat, and my tits were getting a stiff 
massaging. I could not wait any longer for his cock to be in my cunt. It no 
longer mattered to me that he had forced himself upon me, or that I was his 
helpless prisoner. I needed to come, and his dick was the perfect tool. 

That was when he pulled his finger from my dripping cock, and climbed 
between my legs. I was craning my neck, watching as he positioned the head 
of his cock between my hot lips. He just held it there, and I forced my hips 
up to meet him, making the glans part my lips ever so slightly. 

Then he got up and walked away for the second time. 

I began to cry at this point. Not from pain, or humiliation or anger, but 
sheer sexual frustration. I needed to come! I had to have my orgasm, but 
with my hands tied, and his cock unavailable, I could not come. 

I hated him, I cursed him, but not for abducting me, not for stripping me 
naked and feeling me up, but for not fucking me. Yes, I was angry, wild, 
that he had not raped me! The thought still shocks me when I think about it, 
but it is the truth. I simply lay tied and gagged on his bed and prayed that 
he would come in and finish what he had started. 

I wanted him to rush back in, throw my legs open and ram his hot tool into 
my squishy cunt, and then rape me over and over again, fucking me for hours, 
filling my cunt to over-flowing with his hot semen. 

In about fifteen minutes, he came back. 

I was still in sexual torment, though my cunt had cooled off and I was no 
longer on the verge of orgasm, and we went through the whole thing again. 
For the third time, he stopped just at the entrance of my cunt, leaving me 
trembling and sobbing, as he refused to fuck me. 

He played this game with me all night. He must have had his dick poised in 
my entrance half a dozen times, with my cunt aching for relief before he 
walked away, leaving me limp and exhausted! My mind could not concentrate, I 
did not even think for a fleeting second about escape, all I could do was 
pray for deliverance, and that would only come from his ramming tool. 

The next time he came in, he removed the gag from my mouth, and thrust his 
tongue in my warm orifice. Out tongues found each other and began to twist 
and curl against each other. I could taste my own salty tears as we kissed, 
and I began to tremble wildly as he once again began to caress my body. 

I was out of my mind with lust, and I couldn't endure the thought of being 
teased another time. I had to have his dick! I had to be fucked! I had to 
come! Nothing else mattered except for these three things, and as soon as he 
took his mouth from mine I began to beg. 

"Please, please, Harry!" I sobbed, with my eyes wide and teary, "Don't 
torment me any longer. Please, don't do this to me any longer! Fuck me 
already. Fuck me! I've got to come. I've got to have your dick shoved into 
me. I'll die if you don't let me have your cock." 

As I pleaded with him, Harry sat there and wiped his tool along my smooth 
body, poking the fat head against my shaking jugs, leaving a sticky trail of 
pre-come on my tit as he did so. 

"Harry," I continued, "You've got to stop tormenting me. I need to be 
fucked, Harry, do you understand? I need to be fucked! I'm begging you, I'll 
do anything you want later, just fuck me, now, right now! FUCK ME!" 

I guess I had said what he wanted to hear, and with the lewd words still 
ringing in my ears, he lay on top of me and stuck his prick into my cunt. 

"YESSSS!" was all I could scream. 

With just the first stroke, I came, but it didn't end there. Harry had only 
begun, and he slammed his dick into my wet, spasming cunt with a terrible 
ferocity, making my body jump with each lounge. 

In and out, in and out he went, and I was whimpering and begging for each 
stroke, as I screamed and sobbed and heaved, and spread my legs wider and 
wider and wider, allowing him to jam his cock all the way up into my hot 
twat. 

It felt wonderful to have his balls banging against my ass, slapping it with 
their hairy sack, tickling me and making me beg for more and more cock. 

I pleaded with him to send it all the way into me to split me with his 
ravaging dick, to fuck me so deep, that he came out my mouth. 

And that was what he seemed to be trying to do, as he sent his shaft 
rocketing into me, the fat, spongy head parting my puffy cuntal walls, and 
banging over and over again against my cervix. It really did feel as if he 
would split me apart, and as he fucked me he reached down, and then took 
hold of my firm nipple. 

He bit into the fleshy nub, and that sent me into my second orgasm. My aunt 
exploded again, much more intensely than the first time, and my body quaked 
and rocked as if I were having an epileptic fit. My cunt seemed to turn to 
jelly, as my love juice flooded the channel, and I could feel Harry piercing 
me over and over again. 

He seemed not to notice or care, and he kept sucking at my trapped tit, 
biting into it and pinching the nipple mercilessly, as my body thrashed 
mindlessly underneath him. I felt his mouth working my tits, the sharp teeth 
nipping the rubbery nub, and at the same time, I tried to endure the 
exquisite pleasure of his cock spearing my inflamed cunt. 

I came four times before I was finished, and before he finished with my hot 
snatch. Each time left me more satisfied and exhausted than the previous 
time, and by the last orgasm, I was merely a limp body, that was bouncing on 
the bed underneath Harry, my hands still draped over my head, no longer able 
to feel my fingers, and my legs lying apart, letting the fat cock hammer 
away at my spent quim. 

That was when he unloaded, and the only part of me that moved were my cunt 
walls, as his searing load of spunk splashed against them and made them all 
hot and sticky. It was a wonderful and at the same time disgusting feeling. 

It felt good to have the hot sperm rocketing against my cooling walls, 
filling my well-used channel with his hot semen, but at the same time, I 
felt revolted by the thought of this strange man shooting his spunk into me. 

He was, after all, nothing more than a rapist, and I was his victim, the 
fact that I had enjoyed it so much only confused me further. 

Eventually, he was done, and he pulled his dripping pole from my sore twat 
and watched it dribble onto my dark aunt hairs. He left a few snotty globs 
of semen on my curly hairs and then climbed off me and went into the other 
room. 

I immediately fell into a deep and troubled sleep, during which time I 
imagined myself in a roomful of naked men, with no faces and huge, throbbing 
erections. There must have been a dozen of them, and I went over to each one 
of them and begged them to fuck me, to cram me full of cock, until I was 
sore. 

And each man complied, taking me in turn and lying me on the floor and 
screwing me and screwing me, until I was screaming and his thick scum was 
flooding my hole. Then the next men would fuck me, and then the next, until 
all twelve of them had .shoved their cocks into my obliging hole and flooded 
me with their hot come. 

When I awoke, it was the next morning, and I found that I was tied in a 
different position. I was seated, and my hands were tied behind me, about 
some sort of pipe. I think it was a water pipe, but whatever it was, it was 
very stout and there was no chance that I would be able to break free. 

My wrists were not tied, I guess to make sure I bad circulation in my hands 
after my ordeal, but my arms were, and there was a cord around my waist as 
well, insuring that I could not get free. 

I was seated on a small rug, and my legs were stretched out straight in 
front of me, spread apart, and tied securely. The ropes were about my pretty 
ankles, and they were tied, in turn, to the leg of the sofa and to the leg 
of the stove. There was no way that I could move them either, and I just sat 
there and wondered what was going to happen to me. 

In a lithe while, my captor, Harry, came in, rubbing his eyes and yawning. 

"Sleep well?" he asked. 

"Untie me," I requested. "My hands hurt and so does my back." 

"Oh, no," he grinned, "Not yet. Not until you're fully trained. You really 
liked it last night, didn't you?" 

I was too ashamed to answer. 

"Yeah, you certainly did," he said, "You weren't so shy of admitting it last 
night, when you were begging me to fuck you. You had tears in your eyes you 
needed it so badly. And boy, did you ever get off. I knew that you were a 
hot bitch. Anyone with a body like that has to be wild." 

I felt myself blushing, because everything he had said about me wanting it 
was true. 

How was I ever going to get away from him, and how was I ever going to face 
myself when I did, knowing that I had wanted to be fucked, wanted it more 
than anything else I had ever wanted in my life. 

"Listen, Martha," said Harry, "You better relax and learn to like it here, 
because you're going to be staying here for awhile." 

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. 

"Because," he replied, "I need someone, a bitch like you, to get me off when 
I'm horny. I need a slave to do what I want, the way I want, when I want, 
and you need a master. I could tell it the first time I saw you. That was 
why I came over to you in the bar. 

"You have a look about you that begs to be disciplined and made submissive. 
The way you talk, the way you walk. I knew from the start that you wanted to 
get banged, good and man! You want to really get the shit fucked out of you, 
and I'm just them guy to do it." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Every word he was saying was contrary 
to the way I viewed myself, but hadn't I acted like a lust-crazed whore last 
night? Hadn't I begged for it and submitted, gladly, to his demands? Could 
he possibly be right? 

"Hungry?" he asked. 

At the first thought of food, my stomach grumbled slightly. I was hungry. I 
had not even eaten dinner the night before, and all of the climaxes had 
burned up my energy. 

"Yes," I answered glumly. 

"Good," he replied, "because I've got something for you to eat." 

He walked over to me and opened his rope, to reveal his semi-erect cock. It 
was hanging like a fat sausage from his groin, and it was stirring slightly 
as he looked down at my trembling lips, 

He expected me to eat that! He wanted me to suck him off, right then and 
there. The very thought of it revolted me, and as I thought of his semen as 
well, I actually grew nauseous. 

"Never," I replied bluntly, and turned my head away. 

I knew that in my helpless position, he could force me, but at least I would 
put up a struggle this time. I would not beg for his dick in my mouth, that 
was for sure, and he would have to force me to suck him off "You'll only be 
asking for it sooner or later," he said confidently, "Why not save yourself 
the trouble and just blow me now. I just want you to put that mouth of yours 
to its proper use. Just eat my scum and then I'll make breakfast." 

I kept my lips tightly clamped and shook my head, staring at the fat, 
jerking monster and trembling at the thought of it being rammed down my 
throat. And the very idea that I would be asking for it almost made me 
laugh. 

"Have it your way," Harry shrugged, and walked over to the stove. 

I watched him make a meal of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon, and the three 
foods never seemed so good. I am basically a vegetarian, but I would have 
given anything, except a blow-job, for a strip of sizzling bacon. 

I felt my mouth watering as I smelled the food and watched him cook it, and 
my stomach was grumbling even louder as I did so. By the time it was done, I 
had a distinct pain in my belly, and I could feel it churning. 

He brought his breakfast over to the table near me and sat down. 

As he raised a forkful of egg to his mouth, he asked, "Are you sure you 
don't want some?" 

"Of course I do," I replied in hunger. 

"Then all you have to do is start off your meal with sausage," he said, 
shaking his dick at me, "And I'll give you all you want." 

"Go to hell," I snapped. 

"Damn," he said, "You're a spirited little bitch, but I'll break you, make 
no mistake about it, Martha." 

It made my skin crawl every time he used my name, like we were good friends 
or old lovers or something, and as I watched him eat, I tried to think of 
some way to escape. 

After breakfast, he gagged me again, and after checking that I was securely 
bound, he dressed and left for work. It looked so terrible to see him 
leaving in his uniform, thinking that this madman was supposed to uphold the 
law, and here he was breaking it. 

As soon as he was gone, I began to struggle against my ropes, to no avail. I 
tried screaming; but I barely made a whisper. After three hours of fighting 
and yanking and stomping, I realized that I was trapped. I would have to 
wait until Harry made some mistake or I had a good turn, of luck before I 
could escape. 

By the time he came home at seven, I was starving. He cooked up a TV dinner, 
and it was the first time my mouth watered for one. He held up a piece of 
chicken in front of my face, and removed my gag. 

"Want some?" he asked. 

The hunger in my eyes answered his question. 

"All that you have to do is take a suck on this first," he said, whipping 
his cock out, "It won't be so terrible. After that, I'll give you all you 
can eat." 

For the first time, I found myself looking at his limp dick and thinking, 
"How awful could it be?" Then I remembered the huge wad of scum he bad 
pumped into my cunt, and I shivered in disgust. I simply couldn't allow his 
sperm in my, mouth. I would die. 

"No," I whimpered, "I can't." 

He bit into the chicken and sat down, eating in front of me again. 

The next day he was off, so there was no hope of escaping. I slept 
restlessly that night, awakening several times to the gnawing hunger in my 
stomach, and the next morning, there was a constant dull aching, not only in 
my arms, back and legs, but in my belly as well. 

"Good, morning," he smiled, leaning over and kissing me on the mouth. 

Even the taste of his toothpaste made my stomach grumble, and I shivered in 
hunger as I watched him crack an egg open and listened to it sizzle. 

"Eggs, and sausage today," he told me, "Just let me know if you want some." 

I bit my tongue and refrained from speaking, until I saw the food placed 
down on the table, then all my willpower dissolved. After all, it would not 
be that bad, perhaps he wouldn't even come in my mouth. 

"Alright," I gasped, "Alright, for godssake. I'll do it. I'm starving, I'll 
do it." 

"Do what?" he asked. 

"I'll...I'll blow you," I murmured. 

"That's what I wanted to hear," he said as he dragged his chair over in 
front of me, "I told you you'd see it my way sooner or later." 

He pulled his seat right up to me, and spread his legs wide, so that they 
were on either side of my chest. It was clear to me now that the position I 
had been tied in was specifically for this purpose. I was destined to eat 
his cock. 

He stroked his meat in front of me for a few seconds, making it swollen, and 
partially erect. 

"Now I want you to suck on my dick," he told me, "I want you to force that 
lovely mouth of your down on my hot cock, all the way down, understand? I 
want this whole, fucking tool in that pretty little mouth of yours." 

Saying this, he lifted the tool to my face, and I parted my lips slowly, 
degradingly, and allowed him to slip his pecker into my warm orifice. It 
felt strange, having the half limp dick between my lips, but it was getting 
erect quickly, and I began to bob my head up and down along the cock, making 
my lips slide along the soft tool, while my tongue licked away at it wildly. 

I had decided that the best thing to do was give him a good blow job, making 
him shoot off quickly. The faster the better, it would be over with quickly, 
then I could eat. But right now, I had to content myself with eating dick. 

In just a short time, the cock was fully erect, and I was ramming my mouth 
down on it, forcing my lips to crawl along the shaft so that I swallowed 
every inch of the disgusting pole. It felt strange to move my body back and 
forth, my hands tied behind me, as my mouth swallowed inch after inch of the 
stranger's dick. 

I felt the spongy head pressing against the soft roof of my mouth, and I 
gagged slightly, but this only made Harry laugh. My tongue was slithering 
all over the sensitive underside of the tool, making it jump and push 
against the roof of my mouth. 

Then I felt the hairy balls slapping against my chin, and I knew that it was 
all inside me. That was when Harry held up a mirror, and I saw the depraved 
sight. 

"Just like I pictured it," he hummed. 

It was revolting to see my small, pale lips stretched tight around the shaft 
of the red, veiny monster. I felt sick as I watched the thick shaft slip in 
and out of my sucking lips, glistening with my own saliva. 

I closed my eyes in disgust, but then opened them again, to see just how 
humiliating it was, so that there was no way that I could begin to enjoy 
this gross act. The black hairs of his pubis were etched against my fair 
skin, and I could see my cheeks hollowing as I sucked ravenously on his huge 
cock. 

In and out, in and out, it slid, making my grimace and choke with the 
ramming head. My disheveled, curly hair hung over my eyes, and my lips 
bulged obscenely as they forced themselves down upon the cock. 

I was blowing him slowly at first, but then as his passion grew, as well as 
his dick, my head bobbed up and down along his dick more rapidly. I felt the 
balls tightening under my thin, and I knew that be was getting hot. 

My tongue was doing a wild dance all, over the prick now, and it plowed in 
and out of my mouth, forcing itself into the entrance of my throat. There 
was nothing for me to do but take it, and that was exactly what I did, 
faster and deeper, as Harry got ready to come in my accommodating mouth. 

"Enjoy the meal, Martha," he groaned, as he grabbed my head to insure that I 
couldn't pull away. 

The first bolt of scum banged against the roof of my mouth and slowly 
dripped down onto the back of my tongue, making me gag. Harry just kept 
ramming, however, and I began to breathe through my nostrils so that I could 
force the cock all the way down into my throat. 

Now the scum began spraying into my velvet passage, and I watched my cheeks 
rhythmically swell and hollow, swell and hollow, as he filled my mouth with 
his scalding seed and I ate it hungrily. 

To my horror, I found that as soon as the first wad of semen had entered my 
stomach, that I grew absolutely hungry for the rest of his load, and my 
sucking turned from forced resignation to one of greedy desire. 

I actually wanted his scum in my mouth, and I began to suck on it so 
hungrily, that I started to make a loud slurping noise, and my lips flew 
across his shaft, as my tongue tickled the kicking head, trying to milk 
every last drop of scum out of his dick. 

I was rewarded with load after load of the thick, salty, sperm, and I felt 
my stomach filling with it, to my delight. I actually found myself enjoying 
the pungent taste, and it was satisfying my appetite as well. 

To my great disappointment, it finally ended, and I was still sucking 
greedily on Harry's tool even after it had grown limp in my mouth. 

"That was great, Martha," sighed Harry. 

"I loved it," I muttered lustfully, "I loved every last drop of your thick 
sperm. I wanted you to keep coming and coming, forever. I wanted to eat all 
of your sperm." 

"And you thought you wouldn't like it," he laughed. 

As he made my breakfast and fed me by hand, I thought about what had 
happened and was aware that there was a subtle change going on inside me, 
brought about by the leering man, an that I would never be the same again. 

This relationship went on for weeks. He did everything for me, feeding me 
and taking care of all my needs, and keeping me tied up at night or when he 
was not around. He also used the same techniques on me over and over again, 
as far as the fucking and cocksucking goes, and each time I felt my 
resistance to them weakening. 

I found that I was enjoying his demanding fuckings more and more, and that I 
was agreeing to be fucked at his slightest whim. There was no question that 
I changed my attitude towards blowing him. In just a short week, I found my 
mouth watering at the mere mention of a blow job, and I savored the taste of 
his pungent spunk dripping into my mouth. I could never get enough scum to 
be satisfied. 

I became everything he had told me I would become. I was his little, 
obedient slave. His sex toy, that spread her legs when told to and screamed 
while getting fucked, or gobbled down all nine inches of his dick and sucked 
and sucked until she was rewarded with a heavy load of semen, which I rolled 
around in my mouth before swallowing. He was teaching me to catch it on my 
face as well, and I was beginning to love that as well, when it all ended. 

To put it simply, the police did their job, and I was rescued. They broke 
in, took Harry away, dressed me and freed me. Physically at least, but 
mentally, I am still a prisoner of hip small room, and his sexual demands. I 
still crave discipline and humiliation and there is no way I can control it. 

 CONCLUSION 

Martha is a sad case of the deep mysteries of the mind. This once liberated 
and free spirit has now been reduced to a mere sexual thing, willing to fuck 
on command, or suck a cock until it comes in her appreciative mouth. 

She will probably never leave therapy. Her reasons for taming into a 
submissive woman are so uncertain and involved that it is highly unlikely 
that they will ever be uncovered or resolved. 

The best that she will learn to do is accept her problem and learn to 
control it, so that she will not be subject to the whims and desires of just 
any man that comes along. She must unlearn what Harry taught her. She must 
close down that darker side of her personality, just as if it had never been 
exposed. 

But that is not simple. It is much harder than exposing it, as he did. She 
will always feel a tingle when she thinks of a cock slamming into her mouth, 
or hears an obscene offer by some strange man, but she must, and will, learn 
to control these impulses, so that she can lead a normal, productive life 
once again. 

 CASE HISTORY NUMBER FIVE 

SUBJECT: Sheila P. AGE: 18 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Sheila is another case of a seemingly dominant and aggressive woman being 
disciplined by a stronger personality. In her case, however, this 
personality was particularly sick and perverse, and subjected her to 
terrible obscenities. 

Let me first explain what Sheila looks like. She is a moderately attractive 
woman with long, brown hair, and angular face and full lips. 

This resulted in a greater awareness of what she is rather tall, and though 
she is not fat, she is a woman with a large bone structure, with wide hips, 
a big ass and a large bosom. 

Like other overly-developed girls, she was forced to grow up more quickly, 
as her body was much more mature than she was. Her big breasts, in 
particular, seemed to be an important part of her development, and were a 
very important part of her sexual disciplining. 

In her own words, she clearly, tells us how degrading and humiliating the 
sexual acts were for her, as she was forced to perform them on not one or 
two men, but several. 

It all started in my first year of college. I was always a bright student, 
and I wanted to continue this career into my college days, so I studied hard 
and always did all of the reading and things like that. 

But basically, I guess I was frightened, especially in my chemistry class. I 
found this subject particularly difficult, and the professor seemed to 
delight in making things hard for us. 

It was for this reason that I fell back on something I had learned to use a 
long time ago, sex. As a young girl, I was much more developed than my 
friends, and I was forced to cope with this problem at any earlier age then 
them. 

I had going for me, and that was plenty. I was very sexy looking and pretty 
and I found that it was a simple matter to manipulate men and get what I 
want from them without giving much of myself. 

So I fell back on this, and one day I came into class wearing a pair of skin 
tight jeans and a nice low-cut blouse. I also had on my scoop bra, that 
lifted up my jugs and pushed them together, giving me the appearance of even 
a bigger chest and deeper cleavage than I already had. 

I made sure to sit right up front, near his desk, and in the middle of the 
class, I began to put on my show. 

I waited until he was into his lesson, and then I dropped my books on the 
floor. The noise, of course, attracted his attention, and he looked down, 
just in time to see me bending over. His eyes almost fell out of his head 
when he caught sight of my knockers, and he just froze for a moment in the 
middle of his speech as he eyed my jugs. 

Then he regained his composure and went on talking, but all the time, he was 
ogling my bust. I was still bending over, slowly picking up the books, 
making believe I was unaware that I was giving him a good look at my more 
than ample bosom. 

He was able to see right down the front of the blouse, catch a glimpse of my 
bra, and get a look at almost half of my huge tits. I knew, because I had 
checked it out in the mirror before I left home. 

He just kept watching me, and as I scooped up the books, ever so slowly of 
course, I made sire to shake my chest a bit, making my jutting knockers 
shake in front of him. It was a real good show I was putting on, and he was 
eating up every second of it. 

I could almost feel his eyes sliding along the swollen mounds, probing down 
into my cleavage and raping me between my tits. I could feel him molesting 
me in his mind as I crouched there, right in the middle of the classroom. 

I giggled to myself, and then, as a finale, I turned around and stuck by 
round ass in his face, as I picked up the last book. The tight jeans made my 
small panties quite visible as they clung to my ass-cheeks and rode up into 
the crack. 

I could see that he had a hard-on by the time the class ended, and I knew 
that I had done. Well. I did this about once a week, letting him see my 
tits. one time, spreading my legs in front of him and vacantly rubbing my 
crotch another, and every once in a while, going up to him when he was 
sitting down and asking him questions, so that my heaving jugs would be 
sticking right in front of his face. 

A couple of times I thought he was going to grab hold of my tits right in 
front of the class, but he didn't. 

And as I had suspected, my marks began to improve. Little by little, but 
steadily, and I relaxed a little and knew that I had him hooked. 

The thing was, that as I teased him, I began to get really interested in 
him. Let me describe him to you. He was middle-aged, with dark black hair 
and lots of streaks of grey. He was prematurely grey. 

He had a handsome, sensitive face, and a moustache and a beard. He dressed 
in corduroys and flannels a lot, and I started to think that he was real 
sexy looking. That was why I began to put on more and more of a show for 
him, until one day he talked to me. 

"Sheila," he announced in class, "I want to talk to you after the class 
today about your paper." 

I knew that was just a story, and my heart began to race. The class seemed 
to drag on forever, but finally it ended, and I sat in my seat as everyone 
else left. 

He began with a few remarks about my paper, and then how bright and 
outstanding I was running his eyes over my wide hips and tight pants. He was 
hot to trot with me and it wasn't long before he got around to asking me to 
go for a cup of coffee. 

"Well, I don't know," I hesitated, wanting to make him squirm a bit before I 
gave in. "But I guess it's alright." 

We went out to eat and had a cup of coffee, and I gave him the same old act 
while we were sitting there. I waited until he was starting his pitch, and 
then I put my elbows on the table and leaned forward, as if I were listening 
to him intently. 

This caused the front of my blouse to drop down, and forced my huge jugs 
together, making my cleavage deeper and giving him a long look at my tits. 
My immense knockers were resting on the table, and I could see him 
appreciating the size of them, and the soft, pink flesh as he gazed down my 
blonde. Under the table, I imagined he was getting hot and hard, as he kept 
staring deeper and deeper down my blouse, his eyes plunging down my cleavage 
and checking out the swollen jut of my boobs. 

Eventually, he asked me out, and I agreed. 

We went to some fancy restaurant for dinner, and I was wearing a sheer 
blouse and a long, loose skirt. I let him appreciate my body as we ate, but 
I did not give him anymore free shows. I wanted the real thing now, not some 
cheap thrill by letting this professor look at my half-exposed breasts. 

After dinner, as he drove me home, he invited me up to his apartment, and 
after the proper amount of indecision, I agreed, and we were soon upstairs 
sitting on his couch. 

"Learning is simply the proper use of discipline," he told me as we chatted 
and sipped a white wine, "If one has discipline, one finds no trouble in 
learning chemistry or any other subject." 

"I guess I haven't any discipline, then," I replied. 

"Would you like to learn?" he asked me. 

"Sure," I said. 

"When I speak of discipline, however," he said, "I do not simply mean making 
yourself sit down and study, that is not discipline. When I speak of 
discipline, I mean a way of life, the controlling of every aspect of the 
body and mind. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes," I replied. 

At the time, I thought I did understand him, but I learned later that I only 
thought I did. 

"Let's start right now," I said, "Teach me." 

"Alright," he smiled, "If you want to be disciplined, I am happy to do it. 
First of all, come closer to me." 

I smiled and slid over next to him. 

"Now the first thing that you must learn is complete control of your body," 
he told me as he put his drink down, "And with your body, I think that is 
going to be difficult. You have such a voluptuous, sensuous form, one that 
has never really learned control. But you will, Sheila, you will. Now, 
remain perfectly still, no matter what I do." 

I had never heard this line before. It was original, and I liked it, and I 
put down my glass and sat there rigidly, sticking my chest out, my legs 
slightly parted. I was shocked when the first thing he did was place his 
hands on my tits. 

He didn't even make a pretense to do it, he just reached out and grabbed a 
handful of my meaty jugs. I sat there, and let him squeeze them, pleased at 
the change of pace. Most men held off from grabbing my tits until later, 
they were afraid of offending me. 

"Good," he grinned, "surprisingly good, but let's see what happens when we 
continue." 

He was making some sore of bizarre game out of it, but I enjoyed it, and was 
really thrilled when he began to unbutton my blouse, like I was some store 
window dummy. In a flash, he had the front of the top open, and he yanked 
it. wide and off my shoulders, leaving me sitting there with my jugs jutting 
out, covered only by my thin, lace bra. 

"My, they're just as big as they look," he said, "It will be a pleasure to 
discipline you, Sheila." 

Saying this, he undid my bra straps, and unhooked my bra, pulling it off my 
chest, and letting my jugs flop down into their natural, full state. They 
hung there like two, huge, ripe melons, hot and succulent looking, capped 
off with a pair of fat, bronze nipples. 

He reached out and cupped the two huge mounds, lifting them slightly and 
then letting them drop, causing them to shake and bounce erotically. He did 
this several times, obviously enjoying their massive weight and the sight of 
the fat boobs jiggling around. 

Then he scooped them up from underneath, while I sat there passively, and 
dug his fingers into the pliant flesh. He squeezed and kneaded the jugs, 
mashing them out of shape, twisting them left and right and in general, 
treating them in the most wanton manner. 

Needless to say, I was loving every second of his savage tit manipulation. I 
was sitting there feeling my cunt getting hotter and hotter, as he gabbed 
and worked on my massive tits, making my nipples pucker and grow hard. After 
he had done this for awhile, I began to breath heavily, and he seemed 
satisfied with this reaction. That was when he began stroking the tits, 
petting them with his flat hand, as if they were a pair of docile animals, 
running his hand down, towards my rigid nipples. 

He never went further than the fat curve of my tit, and he was making me 
sort of wild with his foreplay. Usually, I got my tits worked over a great 
deal, but not with the finesse and sensuality he was showing. 

Then he got to the nipples. He tightened his fingers into small circles, as 
if he were grabbing at invisible knobs, and began to run his fingernails 
lightly over my wrinkled areolas, eventually reaching the nipples and 
grasping them ever so lightly. 

"Ohhhh," I groaned in pleasure. 

"I told you to sit there without doing anything," he said, "And yet, you are 
moaning. That is not good discipline. And for every infraction of 
discipline, there must be punishment." 

With that, his fingernails sunk into my right nipple, capturing it in his 
steel grasp and then twisting the bronze knob so hard that I thought he was 
going to tear it off. 

"OW!" I yelled, my face contorting in pain. 

"I said no noise," he repeated, and then he savagely pinched the left 
nipple, yanking at it, stretching my tit taut. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I whimpered. 

"Teaching you discipline," he replied, "Just as you asked. Now shut up!" 

To emphasize his point, he grabbed my nipple once more and I clamped my 
mouth shut to prevent another scream. I guess I could 

have stopped the whole thing right there, but I was somehow already deeply 
involved in this game, and I was determined to show how strong-willed I was. 
He was not going to get the better of me, no matter what he did! 

He went back to the gentle massaging of my tits, grasping and pulling, 
squeezing and tweaking, just hard enough to cause new pleasure, but not 
pain. It was wild, he was very talented, and my cunt was getting wet. I 
could feel the moisture leaking from my walls, and I felt my chest heaving 
in desire. 

"Pull up your skirt," he commanded suddenly. 

To show him I was not afraid, I did as he directed, yanking it up and 
exposing my full, soft legs and the small pair of white panties stretched 
over my cunt. He stared at this sight for awhile and then placed his hand on 
my thigh. 

I shivered at the contact, and he abruptly smacked my leg with a stinging 
blow. 

"No movement," he stated. 

Then he stroked my thigh again, and I felt warm ripples in my cunt. 

"Remove the panties," he ordered. 

I stood up briefly, pulled the briefs off me, and dropped them to the floor, 
then sat back down, my skirt bunched up around my waist. He was not going to 
intimidate me. 

I sat back on the couch, with my legs still slightly parted, and my hairy 
bush sticking out between-my milky thighs. 

"That's the way," he smiled. 

Then his hand went back to my thighs, slowly stroking round and round my 
steaming bush. I no longer could have stopped him even if I wanted to 
because my passion had taken control of my body now, and I desperately 
wanted him to pet my hot cunt. 

He was on the verge of doing this as his fingers tickled and played around 
my furry bush, touching some of the stray hairs near my crotch, and making 
my cunt tingle as he did. 

Finally, his hand moved over my hairy bulge, and I quivered with excitement, 
until he grabbed a few strands of my kinky pubic hair and tugged at them 
painfully. 

"What did I tell you about moving, Sheila!" he asked as he pulled on my 
pubic hairs again, "You must learn your lesson, bitch." 

He yanked and lugged, and I felt my eyes getting teary as I endured the 
sharp pain of him tugging at my cunt hairs. It was a sharp, biting pain, 
which made me want to yell, but I did not. I was going to show him that I 
was disciplined. 

Once he saw that I was controlling myself, he stopped pulling at them and 
went back to petting my mound, rubbing his fingers along the curly hairs, 
and pressing down in the soft bulge. It felt so good to have his fingers 
pressing against my twat, it made my cunt walls leak all the more readily, 
and I wanted him to rub my clit next. 

"Spread your legs," he demanded. 

My thighs flew apart, giving him a wide entrance into my dripping cunt. At 
the time, it did not strike me how obediently I was responding to his 
depraved desires, like some sex slave of his that was there to have her body 
explored and punished by his strong fingers. 

He shoved his middle finger against my slit, and just barely pressed it into 
my hale. I restrained a lustful quake, and just say there rigidly while he 
fingered me. 

"Hot already, eh, bitch?" he laughed, "Oh, you are going to make a good 
servant. You're going to get plenty of sex for that lusting body of yours." 

Then he spread my loose outer lips apart, and began shoving against my wet, 
inner lips, poking away with his finger. Little my little, he shoved it into 
me, and I thrilled to the feeling of the digit sinking into me, knuckle by 
knuckle. 

It made my cunt walls quake, and my little clit grow hotter and hotter. He 
got his finger all the way up inside my splayed cunt, and then began to 
wiggle it around, smashing it against the smooth vaginal walls, pressing 
against my love channel and making me squirm with pleasure. 

As soon as I moved, I knew that my punishment would be coming, and it was in 
the form of a sharp pinch on my erect nipple. The rubbery flesh flattened as 
he drove his nails into it. He did not speak this time, for I knew why I was 
being punished. 

I understood now that my role in this sexual activity was to simply sit 
there and allow him to do whatever he wanted to me, whether I liked it or 
not. 

Right now, he had shoved two other fingers into my wet cunt as well as the 
first, and the fat wedge was ramming itself in and out of my twat wildly, as 
I sat there and tried to control my emotions, trying not to let my body 
respond completely to the frantic finger-fucking I was getting. 

In and out, his fingers slammed, driving themselves deep into my burning 
pussy, splitting my walls apart as they drove in, faster and faster. 

"Spread wider," he told me. 

I spilt my legs even wider apart, allowing him to drive even deeper. 

"Wider," he screamed. 

My legs were now driven as far apart as I could get them, and my tendons 
ached as they were stretched, and my cunt was growing wild with the furious 
plowing I was getting from his three-fingered phallus. 

My cunt felt as if it were being torn apart, the fingers wiggling and 
pushing, digging and forcing at my sensitive twat, as he smiled and watched 
my face grow flushed, my entire body trembling ever so slightly as he reamed 
me. 

"I see that you are unable to control yourself," he told me, "Now you will 
learn the finer points of discipline." 

He pulled his fingers from my twat and left the room, allowing my body to 
shiver and writhe with the repressed feelings he had aroused. I realized, 
somewhere deep in my mind, that I was far gone now, reduced to some sort of 
puppet for his lust, and that even more terrible things awaited me, but I 
sat there and waited for him to return, my tits jutting naked from my chest, 
and my legs split wide and, my pussy used. 

He came back with ropes, several of them and went about tying my body in the 
most uncomfortable manner, my hands behind me, a loop around my neck, and 
another around my waist. My legs were tied apart, hooked to the legs of the 
couch, and he even wrapped some coils of rope around my swollen boobs, tying 
them tight, and making the fat knockers stick out even more than they 
regularly did. 

"Now you will have no choice but to sit still," he observed. 

To this day, I do not believe that I simply sat there the whole time he was 
tying me up and allowed it to happen. I knew full well what he was going to 
do, and yet I allowed it, letting him bind me in the coarse ropes, tying my 
soft tits and legs apart, leaving me open for the most perverted sort 'of 
attacks, if he so desired. I knew that there was no turning back now, and I 
loved it. 

"Tell me," he requested, "Have you blown many men?" 

"A few," I replied. 

"More than a few, I think," he laughed. 

"Yes," I admitted, "I've blown many men. I sucked a lot of cock, swallowed a 
lot of semen." 

"I thought so," he smiled, "And what about this twat?" he asked, shoving his 
fingers up it rudely, "How many men have fucked your hot little pussy, eh, 
Sheila?" 

"More than I can remember," I replied honestly, "I love getting shafted, and 
sucking dick." 

"I thought so," he smiled, and then unzipped his pants and produced his 
cock. 

It was long and thick, like a pole, and the head was tightly screwed onto 
the throbbing shaft. I had never seen a dick so red before, and the blue 
veins bulging on it made it seem almost purple as he stroked it. 

"You're going to get this now," he informed me with a leer. 

I tried to tremble but the ropes held me too firm, and all I could do was 
gasp inaudibly in my lust. 

Then he stood up and leaned over me, pressing the tip of his dick against my 
slit, and I felt my cunt spasming, as if trying to pull the cock in. He was 
leaning over me and he let the sheer weight of his body shove his tool into 
my snatch. 

"Oh, god," I gasped. 

He smacked me with the back of his hand, leaving a red mark on my face. 

"You will not talk," he warned me, "a cunt does not talk, and that is all 
you are now, one fat, hot, dripping went cunt, that is going to be fucked 
and fucked again by my dick." 

Saying this, he went to work, and slammed his meat in and out of my willing 
hole, as my legs tried to tremble unsuccessfully and my eyes closed in 
sensual pleasure. 

He was a terrific lay, and he must have fucked me for about an hour without 
coming. Again and again, his dick slammed into my twat, making it jerk and 
grab at his tool trying to pull it deeper inside me, even though it was 
already banging against my back wall. 

At one point, the phone rang, and he picked it up and held it to my agonized 
face, and told me, "Tell them we're busy." 

"I'm sorry," I gasped in a lustful voice, unable to control my passion, "But 
we can't talk now, we're fucking." 

He hung up the phone and then dropped his head down, and began to nuzzle one 
of my bound jugs. The swollen, blood-red tit stuck up at him and sat there, 
the rope constraining it completely as he licked and sucked it. 

Then he pounded his stiff meat into me even faster and finally, he came, 
sending a wad of jism deep into my hot hole. I came also at that point, and 
our two juices mixed together with the aid of his stabbing prick. 

I could feel my cunt walls convulsing and shaking as his tool slammed in and 
out of me, making me dirty with his load of sticky come, using my twat as a 
simple receptacle for his sperm. 

I was like a waiting hole in the ground, available to any dick that passed 
by, glad to accept a thick, hot load of semen at any time. 

When he was done, he wiped his dripping tool on my stomach and looked at me 
for awhile, as I heaved and writhed, trying to get my breath after my 
climax. It had felt so good, and as I pulled against the tight ropes, they 
felt good also. 

Then I looked up at him, and a sudden rush of shame came over me, making me 
sob and shiver as I thought about all that had happened. I pictured my tied 
and spread body, tits jutting out in front of me, my legs tied, clearly 
exposing my wet, pink pussy, dripping with fresh scum, and I thought about 
all the sick things I had allowed him to do to me. 

"That was good, for a start," he said coldly, "After a few more lessons, you 
will be a very accommodating little bitch." 

At this point, Sheila refused to go on with her story. She insisted that 
that was the last she had seen of the professor, outside of class, and she 
had nothing further to tell. But I was acquainted with her case, and I knew 
that the really shattering event had not happened yet. 

I had to keep after her and press her for almost two weeks before she 
admitted that she had seen him several times-after that, and each time, her 
disciplining had become more and more severe, resulting in her submitting to 
more and more perverse and humiliating demands, until they culminated in a 
sadistic orgy of which she was the center. 

It was a terrible ordeal, and it is no wonder that she didn't even want to 
admit that it happened, but eventually she did, and her story goes as 
follows. 

 SECOND INTERVIEW 

I simply could not prevent myself from seeing the professor, it was some 
deep compulsion that I had no control over, that made me keep coming back to 
him, time after time, as. his training sessions got worse and worse, 
treating me more and more like a piece of ripe meat that was to be, fucked 
arid fucked and fucked and nothing more. 

Worst of all, I was beginning to believe this as well. He did everything to 
me in the next few weeks, fucking up my ass, cramming his dick into my ass, 
and forcing me to swallow all nine inches of his tool as well. Each stiff 
fucking was followed by a large wad of scum, of course, and I had my ass, 
cunt and mouth filled with his disgusting semen on several occasions. 

I had done these sorts of things with other men, but never in the same 
degrading way. I was referred to as "bitch" or "cunt" and I was sometimes 
tied down and always made to hide my feelings, allowing my emotions to burst 
upon me like a flood at the end. 

Not only that, but he sprayed come on my face, fucked me beaten, my bound 
tits and unloaded a sticky load of jism in my cleavage, splashed spunk all 
over my body, and even pissed on me once. 

It was disgusting, vile and humiliating, and I loved every second of it. I 
had never had such intense orgasms, and I found myself actually looking 
forward to our "dates." Then he decided I was ready for a big step, and he 
told me that he was taking me to a party, as a reward for my good services. 
Little did I suspect that I was going to be the only female among seven men, 
and that I was going to pay for my way with my voluptuous body, all night 
long. 

As soon as we got there, my ordeal started. There were no preliminaries. He 
simply told me to sit down on a large, comfy chair in the middle of the 
room. 

"Now spread those legs and stop moving," he ordered. 

I did as I was told, and he and the six other men all circled about me, 
pulling up my skirt, revealing my bushy twat. I had learned not to wear any 
panties by now. I never wore them any longer, because that was the way he 
wanted it. 

They immediately went to work fondling my bouncing jugs, rubbing my soft 
thighs and searching my roomy cunt. Then they stripped me, and I almost 
shivered as I saw them take out the ropes. 

I was tied securely into the chair, with ropes around my neck, waist and 
wrists. My hands were tied up, to the back of the chair, so that they were 
even with my head, but about seven inches away from it. 

My legs, of course, were tied apart, to the legs of the chair, around my 
ankles-and knees. There were even a few coarse strands digging into the 
bottom of my thighs. Needless to say, they did a number on my jugs, putting 
a noose around each base and drawing it tight, then putting a few coils 
around each heavy knocker as well, hoisting them up into the air and making 
them swell with trapped blood. 

I was a real bound bitch then, with ropes criss-crossing all over my soft, 
milky-white body, and ready for everything they could fuck me with. My eyes 
roved around the room as I listened to zippers being opened, and I watched 
the men pulling out their long dicks. 

Some of them were already erect, while others were only rubbery, and my head 
swam at the sight, for I had never seen so many dicks at once in my whole 
life. There were short ones, fat ones, long ones, thin ones, with swollen 
heads and sharp heads, but they all had two things in common. They all held 
scummy loads, and they were all going to be used on my helpless and 
cooperative body. 

I was frightened at the thought of being the sole object for seven steaming 
cocks, though I will admit that I was once taken by three men in the back 
room of a party once. I was a little tipsy at the time and they talked me 
into going into the other room and letting all three of them fuck me. But 
that was only three men, and they took me one at a time, fucking my ass 
until they came, and that was all. 

This was seven men, and they were going to force as many of their dicks into 
me as they could manage, and then some, and I was going to have to take 
seven loads of scum, rather than three. 

I felt like screaming, but before I could do so, he ordered, "Open." 

My lips parted, my mouth gaped open at the command, and he stuck his dick 
into my mouth. I guess he was afraid that I was going to scream or 
something, maybe he just wanted to get the gang-bang party started, but 
whatever the reason, he began to shaft me between my fully loose lips. 

I could hardly twist my head to meet his stabbing lunges, the rope around my 
neck was so tight, and he grabbed my chin and sent his dick jamming in and 
out of my mouth. 

The other men stood about and watched appreciatively for awhile, as my lips 
slithered along his hot pole, grasping and nibbling at the cock as it forced 
its way into my choking throat. 

My long, brown hair was tied back in a pig-tail, so that these men had a 
clear view of my face as I sucked off my professor. They had all been 
standing about with their cocks hanging out for awhile now, and as my 
sucking grew louder, they started my abuse. 

It was subtle at first, as they waved their cocks in a heated bunch around 
my face, rubbing the bulbous tips over my eyes, and nose and cheeks, 
tickling my neck with their cocks, and probing into my ears and nostrils. 

All the time, the dick kept pumping in and out of my mouth, as I sucked on 
it as hard and fast as I could. It was driving deeper and deeper into my 
mouth with each thrust, until I felt it banging against the back of my 
throat. 

Now the hands of the men went to work, as some of them kept rubbing their 
dicks around my face, reminding me that I was going to have to get it from 
them too, the others began to squeeze and jerk at my tied jugs and spread 
beaver. 

I could not tell how many fingers were being shoved up my open cunt, but I 
knew that it was more than four, and my hole felt as if it ;ere being ripped 
apart. Hands were all over my cunt, thighs and belly, stroking and petting 
me, making me hotter and hotter as I sat there, unable to move, unable to 
resist, unable to respond. 

Only my cunt was responding, as it was rammed and stuffed and pulled apart 
by the cruel hands, the walls shivering and contracting in passion. I was 
getting wetter by the second, and the hands began to make a lewd sloshing 
sound as they plunged and stabbed into me. 

I could feel them spreading my cunt juice all over my soft inner thighs, and 
someone pressed his dick against my slot for a moment, and then rubbed the 
cock along my face, leaving a cool trail on my hot skin. 

The professor was holding my head now, and I could not move at all as he 
stuffed his long prong unrelentingly into my throat. It was actually forcing 
itself into the velvet passage, and I was gagging as the men kept using me. 

My tits were of main interest, and I could feel them smothered in hands, 
sweaty, grasping hands. The ropes pulled and bit into my skin as they worked 
my jugs over, forcing their fingers into the hard flesh and laughing as they 
did so. 

My nipples were red and distended now, due to the binding of my knockers, 
and they were fully three inches long and as fat as my finger. They were ten 
times as sensitive too, so when the first man grabbed hold of one and 
pinched it mercilessly, I was glad to have the cock jammed into my throat, 
for it muffled my uncontrolled gasp. 

Then both of the nipples were taken and pinched. It felt as if two different 
sets of fingers had each one, and they were pulling and stretching the hot 
nub frantically, until all that was left was a burning throb from the tips 
of my huge jugs. 

In and out, in and out, the dick slammed, making my tonsils shake with each 
thrust, and causing me to gasp for air. My tongue was working under the 
shaft, sliding and lapping at the assaulting dick, trying to give it as much 
pleasure as possible. 

For even though I was being used in the most debased and vicious manner, I 
enjoyed it, and I wanted to please him by making him get off in my sucking 
throat. It actually thrilled me to be tied to securely and be the center of 
seven men's desires, as they grabbed and pulled and punished my squirming 
body. 

I was squirming now. I could no longer control it, and as the ropes cut into 
my fat thighs and soft boobs, I knew that this meant I had to be punished 
some more. Each punishment making me writhe even more in pleasure, and each 
twitch demanding more punishment, making a vicious circle of pain and 
passion that would drive me to orgasm. 

And the punishments came from all sides. I finally felt the hands leave my 
cunt, but now a stiff, hot dick was pressed against my slit and plunged into 
it, ramming all the way up my aching pussy. It felt wonderful to have the 
big intruder tearing into my quim, and I wanted to thank him for the stiff 
fucking I was getting. 

"Take it, Sheila," hissed the professor, as he forced his cock into my 
stretched lips and hollowing cheeks, "Take all the nice, big cocks, like a 
good little cunt." 

That was all I was to these seven men, and they used me like every part of 
me was a cunt. As the man filled my pussy with dick, and I sucked cock, I 
suddenly felt someone straddling my chest and sticking his pecker between my 
sore, knockers, poking into the wet valley and pumping into it as if it, too 
was a cunt. 

But that was not all. My hands had been hanging limply by my face all this 
time, but now a cock was slipped into each one, and someone whispered, "Pump 
us off, Sheila." 

I did as commanded, and my long fingers wrapped about both heated organs and 
squeezed them lovingly, as I began to pump on them with a passion. All I 
wanted to do was please them. I wanted all of their dicks slamming into my 
body, making me climb higher and higher into my passion. 

I only wished that I had more openings available, for even with a dick in my 
cunt, one in my mouth, one between my big tits, and one in each hand, it was 
not enough. That was only five cocks. There were still two more that were 
going unserviced, and I wanted them as well. 

Then my professor pulled his cock out of my mouth and I almost began to cry 
in frustration. I needed that long tool ramming my throat, banging against 
my tonsils and making me lust with even more excitement. But then I saw why 
he had done that, and I was relieved. 

Fingers dug into my mouth, as my head was tilted back, pulling my lips 
apart, stretching my mouth into a contorted shape. The opening was wide now, 
very wide, wide enough for two cock-heads instead of one, and that was when 
both of the men forced their cocks into my spread mouth and I was treated to 
the thrilling sensation of having two dicks in my mouth for the first time. 
It was strange, and wonderful as the two dicks pushed and plunged into my 
wet orifice, fighting for my wet hole, ramming a n pushing and shoving my 
head back and forth as they did so. 

It felt terrific to have my flat tongue licking at two swollen dicks, and 
one of them was dribbling its salty pre-come onto my tongue, making my 
licking even more rapid and urgent. 

My head reeled at the thought of two salty scum-loads blasting into my mouth 
instead of one, doubling the sperm that would be splattering on my tongue, 
doubling the amount of jism that I would have to swallow. I wondered if I 
would be able to eat it fast enough as the two dicks rammed my mouth. 

As one plunged in, the other drew back, allowing the dicks to really fuck 
quite far into my mouth. I could feel them spreading my cheeks, and I 
wondered how it looked to them to see my face, eyes wide, nostrils dilating 
in lust, and lips taut and stretched over the two cocks. 

I shivered at the thought, and then I felt myself coming. It was a heavy 
climax, but I knew it was just the beginning, for all the dicks were still 
hard and ramming me wildly. My pussy walls exploded around the dick in my 
cunt, and I drenched his tool with my hot come. 

He seemed delighted and slammed his meat into me even harder, making it seem 
as if he were going to rip through my back wall and split me apart with his 
cock. The entire chair was rocking now, as all parts of my body were 
twitching and writhing, frying to give these men exactly what they wanted, 
and aching for the loads and loads of scum that I knew' were waiting for me. 

And all the time, my professor was just standing back, his tool still wet 
from my saliva and watching the total abuse of my heaving, sweating body. 

There was no noise in the room now, other than the wet squishing and 
slurping sounds that my mouth made as I sucked two cocks. Dribble was 
running down my chin as the wet tools slid through my lips, their balls 
slapping me in the face, and making me wild with renewed passion. 

Even though I bad come already, I was not any less lusting, and I worked 
frantically to service the six dicks that were plunging into my captive, 
bound body. Beads of sweat were collecting on my body as I worked 
frantically to please the men that were abusing me. 

I was getting a fantastic, masochistic satisfaction out of the mere thought 
of how totally depraved my actions were. Here I was, tied to a chair, and 
willingly servicing six hot cocks at the same time! 

I only wished I could have seen myself, with the men smothering me with 
their naked bodies, stabbing their tools into my flesh, forcing their cocks 
in and out of me in and out, in and out. 

The two dicks were still ramming wildly o my obliging mouth, rubbing 
against each other and increasing their lust, as they watched me take the 
two slippery poles between my juicy lips and try to work them off into my 
throat. 

Meanwhile, my hands were pumping faster and faster on the other two cocks, 
stroking the meaty poles, running my fingers teasingly over the bloated 
heads and trying to make them shoot off. For I realized where the two cocks 
must be aimed, as I jerked them off, and I knew that when they came, I would 
end up pumping off the two dicks onto my own lust-crazed face, making me 
dripping wet with two loads of scum. 

At the same time, my hips were trying to thrust up to meet the dick slamming 
into my sopping cunt, as my come dripped out of my hole. I could feel his 
dick getting fatter and fatter, and I knew that he would soon be coming, and 
I needed to feel that searing scum pump into my twat. Perhaps the lewdest 
sensation was the dick that was buried between my jutting, swollen jugs. It 
was fucking in and out between the mounds of shaking meat at a terrific 
pace, and I thought that it was only right that my enormous tits were put to 
such a humiliating use. I knew that he would end up spewing his spunk all 
over my bound knockers, and I wanted to feel his slime dripping off them n 
the worst way. 

And so with all of these sensations flashing through my mind, with my body 
buffeted between the six lusting men and their demanding cocks, I sat in the 
chair and sucked and fucked and writhed, waiting and shivering with 
anticipation for my scummy reward. 

My cunt was the first to receive it. The dick in my twat exploded suddenly, 
without warning, and my already juicy channel was flooded with his semen. I 
could feel the sprays of jism burning my aching walls, making them feel as 
if liquid lead were dripping against them rather than semen. 

I tried to scream in passion and pain, but the two dicks plunging into my 
mouth muffled the noise, and all I could do was whimper. 

Then he was finished, and instead of six dicks using my body, there were 
only five. I loved every second of their ramming and probing, and as I think 
back on it, I shudder and grow sick at how demented I was, actually enjoying 
the assault of my body by six steaming cocks in the wild gang-bang. 

Next, I was anointed with scum from the dick of the man between my tits. I 
felt the cock kick a few times before it actually came, and the first shot 
hit me in the neck, leaving a scummy trail. Then he pointed his dick down, 
and the rest of his load was deposited copiously over my tied boobs. 

He did it so artistically, spreading his sperm all over my trapped tits, 
inside the deep cleavage, over the swell of each mound and a final, slimy 
coating over each nipple. There was not a spot on my two jugs that was not 
all covered with a blob of snotty scum, or a puddle of thick come. 

The blobs of semen quaked, as did my jugs, as the remaining four dicks 
prepared to deliver their hot loads as well. 

I was suddenly, and delightfully surprised with a spurt of jism down my 
throat. I put all my efforts into sucking the two dicks in my mouth, and 
both of them pulled back, and I could see both men pumping away at their own 
cocks, as they held the ends in my wide-open orifice. 

Then there were two streams of semen pouring into my mouth, and I wantonly 
swirled my tongue under the thick loads of spunk, making it all slimy and 
sticky with their twin streams, and then gulping it down into my churning 
belly. 

This seemed to be everything I had ever dreamed of, and as the double wad of 
scum dumped itself into my willing mouth, I came again. 

This time, my entire body shook wildly, and I ripped my skin pulling against 
the coarse ropes. I felt the scum stinging me as it dripped into the tears 
in the skin of my boobs, and I could not help from shaking like I was having 
a fit. 

All six men laughed as they saw me so helplessly caught up in my own lust 
and the utter abuse and humiliation of my body. I must have really looked 
degrading too, with my cunt dripping scum, my tits covered with a layer of 
white cream, and two dicks unloading into my mouth. 

And they were still coming. Over and over again, they squirted their spunk 
onto the roof of my mouth, all over my tongue and down my throat, as my 
cheeks kept swelling with sperm and then hollowing as I sucked it down into 
my stomach. 

And to top it all off, the two dicks I was pumping suddenly exploded in my 
face. 

The first shot of jism hitting my eye and cheek made me sob audibly, even 
with the other two cocks still stuffed in my mouth, and then it was 
absolutely raining come. Semen was splattering all over my face falling in 
thick, pungent blobs on my cheeks, and lips and eyes. 

Some of it even went up my nostril, and ran into my ear as it trickled down 
my brown hair. I swallowed and pumped frantically, enjoying every drop of 
sperm as the four dicks unloaded and used my mouth and face as a target, 
until I was dirty with their stinking sperm. 

And as soon as the cocks in my mouth were done shooting off, I plucked my 
lips off them, spread my mouth wide and tried to aim the still spending 
dicks in my hands into my mouth. I was rewarded with a few strands of hot 
scum, with I greedily accepted, and the rest of it kept splashing and 
dripping onto my face, covering my pale face with thick, clotted strands of 
spunk, and making it drip down my neck. 

Eventually, they too, were milked dry, and I regretfully, released them and 
let my self go limp. I was well-used now. I could feel my orifices dripping 
sperm, and I could feel the slimy layer of viscid, white liquid that covered 
my jugs and face and neck, as it slowly dried, to leave me sticky and 
stinking. 

My tongue was wiping the inside of my mouth, and along my lips, trying to 
get any last bit of scum that was resting in my reach. It tasted so good, 
and I had never felt better in my life than when I was sitting there, having 
been used by six dicks, and having been left dripping wet with scum. 

And as I contemplated my wonderful state, my professor walked in front of 
me. His dick was still rock hard, for he had not used my body to the point 
of orgasm. 

I felt my cunt convulse at the mere sight of a still rigid cock, and I began 
reaching out with my lips, and jerking about in the chair, trying to get to 
the last, remaining cock. He watched and drew near, his hot, red organ 
bobbing in delight at my scummy, writhing body. 

"Now I will finish you off," he told me with a smile, "What a perfect little 
cunt you are, Sheila," he told me, and then he stabbed forward. 

His dick went right into my sperm-filled twat, and he began to fuck in and 
out of me like a demon. His tool tore aside the swollen lips and made my 
cunt burn with fresh lust. 

In and out he slammed, while the others watched in pleasure at my 
spunk-covered body, jerking about against my ropes, my fat tits bouncing, 
all stiff and red and scummy, as the seventh dick pounded in and out of my 
cunt. 

I came for the third and last time, and it felt as if I were going to die. I 
thought my heart was going to burst, it was pounding so hard, and I could 
not breath. All I could feel of my cunt was the juice flooding out of it, as 
if I were pissing, and then with a final supreme shudder, it was over, and 
his dick was coming. 

It filled my hole with fresh spunk, and about half-way through, he pulled 
out, spreading come all over my black, bushy twat, and I was glad, for it 
made everything complete. Now my entire body was covered with the spunk-of 
the seven men, the spunk that had worked hard--for. And as I lay there 
thinking about my abuse, they all gathered about me once again, rubbing 
their cocks all over my slimy face and scummy chest, rubbing the semen into 
my skin. As the seven dicks pressed against my face and chest, spreading the 
cold scum around, I passed out. 

That was some time ago, but I still have nightmares every night about what 
happened. I never saw my professor again after that. When I woke the next 
day and realized how completely used and debased I had been, I was revolted, 
and never went back to my chemistry class again. 

The seven of them had used me far worse than the lowest whore, and I did not 
even know what they did to me after I passed out, for it was clear that they 
worked me over all night long, as I was only brought home at dawn. 

The worst thing, however, was the fact, that at the time, I loved every 
cock-pounding minute of it. I loved having the six dicks being used on my 
body, and I had been thrilled about being covered with spunk and having 
drunk two loads of semen at once. 

I knew that there was something very wrong inside me, and that was why I 
sought professional help. To this day," I still avoid groups of men, for I 
am afraid that at the slightest provocation, I could find myself the center 
of another gang-bang, satisfying ten, or even twenty hard, ramming dicks, 
and loving every shattering, sperm-filled minute of it. 

 CONCLUSION 

Sheila's trouble centers on her own self-image and that way that she has 
always used her sexuality and her body to get what she wanted. She was 
always the one that was in control, knowing that men would do many things to 
get at her luscious tits, or receptive mouth. 

But in this case, she was caught up by a man that used her. He turned all of 
her assertiveness and manipulative ways against herself, and used her in the 
depraved manner described above. 

Her problem stems from self-hatred. Looking back on Sheila's account of her 
brutal disciplining and the gang-bang, where she was used by seven men, one 
sees how glad she was to be punished. 

The word arises gain and again, and it makes it clear that Sheila's 
relationship with the unnamed professor was her way of punishing herself for 
all the times she had used men. Notice that right after the horrifying 
ordeal of being gang-fucked, and covered with sperm, she was able to free 
herself from the professor's grip. 

At that point, her punishment was complete. She had paid for all her past 
abuses of sex, and was now free to end the relationship. 

With a little intensive therapy, to make her realize her own self-hatred, 
Sheila will be fine, and she will be able to carry on a normal sex life 
without worrying about winding up the hostess for another gang-bang. 

 CASE HISIORY NUMBER SIX 

SUBJECT: Alice T AGE: 16 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Alice's case is a very delicate one, for it involves her, own aunt and 
uncle. She was abused by not one, but both of them, and disciplined in the 
most extreme manner. She was left in their custody when her parents moved to 
Europe. 

They did not want her to leave her school, so she was placed in her mother's 
brother's home, and there she had her sexual psyche twisted-by the two 
stand-in parents. 

It is not all that rare for parents or guardians to discipline their 
children, in fact, it is expected. One often hears how a child was 
disciplined, and that it did the child a world of good. But there is a world 
of difference between modifying anti-social behavior through discipline and 
making a young girl submissive, sexually, to her uncle and aunt. This is 
destructive to her for the rest of her life, especially if done in the way 
it was to Alice. 

Uncle Tab and Aunt Jill never really liked me or wanted me. I could tell 
that from the first day I moved in. They put me down in the finished 
basement so that they could pretend that I wasn't really in the house at 
all. 

I don't know why they told Mom and Dad that that they would keep me. It 
would have saved me a lot of torment and grief if they had simply refused, 
but they didn't. Maybe they hated me so much that they had planned on taking 
me in just so that they could punish me. 

It started from the first day I was there. The first thing that happened was 
that Aunt Jill went through all my clothes. 

"This is disgusting," she would announce, plucking out some favorite blouse 
or new skirt, "I will not have you wearing this sort of thing while you're 
living here. I'm not going to be forced to write your parents and tell them 
you're pregnant." 

She went through every article of my clothing, taking away from me anything 
she thought was too skimpy, suggestive or indecent. That was about half my 
wardrobe. I think she gave them to the Salvation Army or something, but I 
never saw them again. 

Then my aunt began to supervise the way I put on make-up and even the way I 
buttoned my blouse. She insisted that I button it all the way-up, even the 
top one. 

"Are you kidding?" I asked at the breakfast table. 

That remark got a fierce smack across my face from my uncle. 

"Don't talk back to your aunt," he warned, "We're not going to have a little 
teenage tramp running loose around here." 

I held back my tears, but this should have warned me of what was to come. 

After that, they began to regulate when I came and went, letting me out to 
go to school, and then picking me up immediately afterwards, as if I were a 
prisoner. 

"We're not going to have you running around giving your cherry to the first 
boy that comes along," my aunt told me. 

I guess they would have died if they knew that I had lost it last year at 
the exclusive summer camp I had been sent to by the head-master. But that's 
a different story. 

And this was how it went, getting worse and worse, and sicker and sicker, 
until I was pregnant over the phone. 

One day, I was in my room, getting undressed. I had already peeled off my 
top, and I was just taking off my pants, and getting ready to hang them up. 

Maybe I should describe what I look like. I'm kind of thin and lithe, but 
not too thin. I have long, graceful legs, a nice, flat stomach, round hips, 
and an ample bosom. 

I am basically fair in complexion, with a small, up-turned nose, reddish 
brown hair cut sort of short, a very sensuous mouth with full lips and 
large, green eyes. I am rather pretty, if I must say so myself, and I'm sure 
a lot of boys would agree with me. 

Anyway, I was walking around my room, in just my panties and bra, and I hung 
up my pants in the closet. I liked not wearing much clothing, and so I was 
walking around the room in just my under-garments, picking some things up 
and basically straightening up. 

I didn't know it at the time, but my uncle was watching me from the top of 
the steps, seeing me strutting around half-naked and enjoying it immensely. 
He didn't say anything, and just let me go about my business, until I 
finished cleaning up and removed my bra as well. 

Now my firm tits were exposed to him, topped of my the copper-colored, 
puckered nipples. My nipples always seemed to be partially erect, even when 
I wasn't in the least bit aroused. I guess it's just the way they are, but 
it makes my tits look very provocative. 

I was about to remove my panties when he strolled in the room. 

"What's all this now?" he asked in harsh tones. 

My mouth dropped open, and my hands flashed from my briefs to my chest, 
trying to cover my naked tits, but not being very successful. I could see 
him eying them too, and almost grinning as he saw my embarrassment and 
discomfort at being almost naked in front of him. 

He seemed to enjoy my upset state, and he just stood there and watched be 
fumbling about and stammering, until I was able to yank the cover off my bed 
and hide my body behind it. 

"What's the trouble?" I finally managed to ask. 

"I want to know what the hell's going on here?" he asked, "Do you think 
you're a stripper or something?" 

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

"Don't get snotty with me," he snapped. 

It was the first time he had ever smacked me, and the mere act of doing it 
hurt me far more than the actual impact of his hand across my face. 

"I want to know why you're doing a strip-tease for the entire neighborhood," 
he said. 

I held back my tears as my body shivered, and I clasped the cover close to 
my body. 

"I don't understand what you mean," I said. 

"I saw what you were doing," he told me, "I saw you take off your blouse and 
then your pants and walk around this room like a goddamn little tramp. I saw 
you swaying your hips and making your chest stick out, as you walked past 
the open windows, letting anyone who wanted to watch get a look at you. 

"I couldn't take it anymore when you took off your bra as well, sticking 
your tits right next to the window, letting everyone see your already erect 
nipples, and then you even prepared to take off your panties, and show your 
cunt to the world. You're a filthy little bitch." 

I was shocked by his words, for there were only two windows in the room, and 
they could not be looked through unless the person outside were on his hands 
and knees. 

"Who would see me down in a basement?" I asked him. 

"Don't talk back," he snapped, and struck me again. 

This time, I did start to cry, and I fell down on the bed, my body heaving 
at the mere thought that I was doing the things he had said I was. 

"I'm not going to have my niece making a spectacle of herself," he told me, 
"I'm not going to have her showing off her body to everybody in this 
neighborhood." 

Saying this, he left the room and went into the garage. While he was gone, I 
quickly pulled on some clothes, my body still trembling in a mixture of fear 
and anger. There wasn't even anyone to turn to, for I knew my aunt would 
believe every word he was saying. 

It was a good thing I did, for he was back in a little while, carrying a 
number of wooden planks, a hammer and nails with him. 

"If you have no respect for your body," he told me, "Then we'll teach you 
respect." 

Saying this, he pulled the curtain on the small windows shut and then nailed 
the wide boards over them, completely sealing them off from the outside 
world. The room grew dark as he did so, and I had the feeling of being shut 
up in a prison. 

Little did I realize how accurate this image was. 

When they were covered and done, and no light was coming through them, there 
was not the slightest crack to peek through, he turned to me with a 
satisfied smile. 

"There," he said, "That ends the life of an amateur stripper. Now clean up 
and get ready for dinner." 

I did as directed, and then went upstairs to the table and sat down. 

"I don't know what makes you so bad," started my aunt, "What makes you so 
perverse, Alice?" 

I assumed that my uncle had told her that I was stripping in front of the 
window, and there was nothing I could say in my defense. 

"I'm not perverse," I replied. 

"Don't give me this," snarled Uncle Tab, "You wear clothes that a whore 
would be ashamed to be seen in, you strut around the street just begging to 
get raped, and then you start undressing in front of the entire 
neighborhood. I would call that perverse, young lady." 

"No one could see me," I insisted. 

"Don't argue with us, Alice," said Aunt Jill as she spooned some more mashed 
potatoes on my plate. "We have eyes, you know. We know what's going on. 

"I read the papers and talk to people. I know how dirty and promiscuous 
girls your age are these days. Why, every other day I seem to be reading 
about some teenager that tricked a man into raping her, or was selling 
herself on the street. You children are like animals today." 

Your uncle and I are going to see that you aren't like that, Alice, no 
matter what steps we have to take to insure it." 

"Aunt Jill," I protested, with a forkful of vegetables in my mouth, "I'm 
sixteen years old now, I'm not a child anymore. I'm going to be going out 
into the world soon enough." 

"As a slut?" asked Uncle Tab, "A pretty young girl that gives it away to any 
man that wants it? Or are you going to make men pay for it? Is that how 
you're going to earn a living?" 

"I am not a tramp!" I exclaimed, "And I'm not looking to get laid by every 
guy with a hard-on. I'm just a normal, sixteen year old girl." 

"I will not have that sort of talk at my dinner table," snapped my aunt. 
"Don't think you can use that gutter-slang here, young lady. Now get up and 
go to your room. You will not have any supper tonight." 

"I don't want any," I responded, and dashed downstairs, slamming the door 
behind me. 

I lay there in the dark, crying on my bed, my face buried in the pillow. 

Why were they doing this to me? What had I done to make them think that I 
was so dirty and sick? I hadn't done anything wrong. I was trying to be 
especially nice to them so that they would like me, but it didn't work. 

I cried myself to sleep that night, and I woke late the next morning, 
rushing to get washed and dressed. I was glad there was a little bathroom in 
the basement, that way I didn't have to go upstairs and confront them. 

By the time I was done, it was time for me to leave for school, and I ran up 
the stairs and out the back door, happily avoiding any contact with them. 

By the time of my first class, my stomach was grumbling loudly. I hadn't 
eaten any supper that night, and no breakfast either, and I was starving. 
Between classes, I managed to grab a roll and some coffee, which would hold 
me until I got home. 

When I did get home that afternoon, I noticed that my door had a brand new 
lock installed on it, unfortunately, I did not notice something about that 
lock, which was going to cost me dearly later on. 

I went right downstairs, and got changed, then back up to make myself a 
sandwich in the other room. 

"I was only at college," I told her. 

"We thought you had run off," she said, "We thought you had been picked up 
by someone and had run off. What do you think you're doing?" 

"Making a sandwich," I told her. 

"You're not going to have a sandwich," she told me, "Go to your room." 

Saying this, she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me away from the 
refrigerator, causing me to grimace in pain. My arms flailed as I was 
dragged out of the room and almost thrown down the stairs of the basement. 

"Now go to your room and stay there," she told me, "Until your uncle gets 
home and decides what is to be done with you." 

She slammed the door in my face and left me standing there in the dark. I 
threw on the light switch and began to walk down the stairs, when I heard a 
distinct click. It was the lock, and for the first time I realized that the 
lock had been put in so that it locked and unlocked from the outside. 

I began to pound on the door. 

"Open up!" I shouted, "Unlock the door." 

"And have you run away again?" asked my aunt, "Oh, no. You'll stay there 
until Uncle Tab gets home." 

Now I was a prisoner in my room, and I walked dejectedly down the stairs and 
flopped onto my bed. I was locked out from the rest of the world, my windows 
boarded up, the door locked, and me frightened at what would happen when 
Uncle Tab got home ... 

His slapping me had made me realize that there was a violent side to his 
nature, and I was really afraid of getting hurt even more by him. Besides 
that, I was. hungry and my stomach was growling loudly. 

It seems like days passed, even though it was really only a few hours and 
then I heard the back door slam and voices upstairs. He was home and the two 
of them were discussing what to do with me. I could hear that my uncle was 
very angry. 

Then I heard footsteps coming to the door, and I ran back downstairs and sat 
trembling on the bed. 

"We'll just see about that," he snarled. He came stomping down the stairs, 
and over to me, glaring at my cowering body. 

"What's this I hear about you meeting some boy and taking off with him?" he 
demanded to know. 

"That never happened," I told him. 

"Are you calling your aunt a liar?" he asked as he towered over me. 

"No," I replied, "but she has it all wrong. I just went to school." 

That was when he hit me. The blow was much harder than the other two, and it 
slapped me back onto the bed and made me see stars. I just lay there for 
awhile, trying to regain my composure, and when I sat up, I saw that he had 
his belt off and was holding it in his hands. 

"You're not going to go off with some guy who's going to lay you and then 
leave you," he told me, "You're going to have to have some sense beaten into 
you, Alice." 

"No," I whimpered, looking at the belt, and still feeling the sting of his 
slap, "Please don't hit me. I'll be good, I promise." 

He didn't even listen, and grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, as he sat 
down on the bed. 

"Take down your pants," he ordered me. 

I remembered how he had looked at me when I was only in my panties and I 
refused. 

"You little tramp," he growled, "You drop your pants to get a dick shoved 
into your filthy twat, but you ,won't even take them down for your own 
uncle, huh. I'll teach you." 

Saying this, he grabbed the waist of my jeans and began to rip them off. 

"Nooooo!" I screamed as I struggled. 

The yell must have traveled all the way upstairs, for my aunt came running 
down. "What's going on here?" she demanded to know. 

"Alice is a bit reluctant about receiving her punishment," my uncle told 
her. "Help me hold her still." 

To my shock, she did. 

She grabbed my squirming arms and twisted them up in back of me, making me 
wince in pain and restricting my movements. At the same time, Uncle Tab 
grabbed my pants and ripping out the zipper, yanked them down around my 
knees. 

My tapered legs were shivering as I stood there, trapped by the two adults. 

Then Uncle Tab pulled me over his knees. My head was hanging over the floor, 
and my hands were still being held behind me, as I tried to struggle and 
stop what was going to happen to me. I could not do so, however, and I 
gritted my teeth and waited for the pain. I did not have to wait long. In an 
instant, the leather smacked down on my panty-clad ass, making my firm 
cheeks sting with the terrible blow. The pain was excruciating, and I 
squirmed and wriggled on my uncle's knee. 

Then he struck me again, the smack seemingly harder than the previous one. 
And then the blows were coming at a terrific pace, making me convulse and 
shake with sheer agony as I felt my ass growing hot under the beating. 

"Please, please, stop," I begged him, as tears rolled down my eyes, "I 
didn't mean to upset you, really I didn't." 

"She's just trying to get out of it," said Aunt Jill, giving my arms an 
extra sharp jerk, "Keep hitting her." 

My uncle was glad to oblige, but first, he pulled down the back of my 
panties, leaving my aching rump cheeks totally exposed to the punishing 
leather strap. Then he renewed his assault, making the belt strike my 
buttocks again and again. 

If there was a hell, this was it, for my entire body was aching and writhing 
in horrible agony as the two adults abused me. The blows across my tender 
ass-cheeks were making not only my rump hurt, but my legs and lower back as 
well. The pain shot through my body like fire, making each neuron quiver 
with pain. 

At the same time, my aunt was yanked at my arms, pulling them up behind me 
and making me afraid that she was going to pull them out of their sockets. 
The pain shot over my shoulders and across my chest as well, until my entire 
body was one, throbbing, suffering mass. 

It felt as if the belt were tearing me apart, though he was not breaking the 
skin, just making the cheeks bright red and sore from his harsh smacks. They 
kept it up for some time, until my face was dripping wet with tears and my 
body felt as if it had been tortured. 

Then Uncle Tab stood up, letting me fall onto the floor, and the two of them 
stood over me, scowling at me. 

"That is just a sample of what you will get if you disobey us again," warned 
my uncle. "You had better learn that we are the bosses here, and you must do 
as we say." 

"Is that clear?" asked my aunt. 

I shook my head. 

"Is that clear?" she asked again, giving me a sharp little kick with her 
pointy shoe. 

"Yes," I gasped in pain, as I rubbed my side. 

"That's better," she smiled. 

"We're going upstairs now," said my uncle, "but you will stay here. You will 
not be having dinner tonight." 

Then they left me, to throb and cry and whimper, as my stomach churned for 
nourishment and I tried to figure out what to do. 

Alice was unable to go on here, as she was forced to relive those terrible 
moments when she first realized that her life had drastically changed. She 
knew that things would no longer be the same in her world, due to the 
oppressing of her aunt and uncle. 

But this was only the beginning of her disciplining, and her later interview 
established even, more clearly, and frighteningly, just how terrible her 
ordeal was. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The days that followed my first beating were terrifying. I was no longer 
allowed out of my room. They kept the door locked, and I missed three days 
of college. No one missed me, however, and then a vacation came, and I think 
my aunt and uncle told the neighbors that I had gone to visit my parents. 

And so I was now a prisoner in my room, living like some sort of animal, 
with no glimpse of the outside world available to me, completely subjected 
to the will of my aunt and uncle. I did not eat for two days straight. I was 
able to get water easily enough from the bathroom, but there was nothing to 
eat, and I felt myself growing weak from lack of food. 

On the third day, my aunt brought down some stew, and placed it on my desk. 
She did not say anything to me, and as I went greedily for the food, she 
went into my closet and removed all my clothing. 

I noticed that there were no utensils with the stew and I sat there in 
confusion. 

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, "Eat this with my hands?" 

"If you don't want it," replied my aunt, "I'll take it upstairs." 

I could not believe her reply, but I didn't say anymore and just stared at 
the delicious food. 

"Take off your blouse and pants," Aunt Jill told me. 

"Why?" I replied. 

"Don't get snotty with me," she said, "Just take them off." 

Fearing that she might take away the food, or bring my uncle back down to my 
room with the belt, I did as directed, left only wearing my bra and panties 
now. 

"Now even if you do get out," said my aunt, "You will not be able to go 
anywhere." 

Then she left the room, and went upstairs, and discarding all my pride, I 
began to grab at the loose meal and stuff bits of meat and potato and 
vegetables into my mouth. I sucked and ate the stew like an animal, making 
my hands and chin all greasy, but at least filling my stomach partially. 

Some vitality returned to me, but I was still hungry. They were giving me 
just enough food so that I would not get ill, but not enough to stop the 
gnawing pains in my belly. I slumped back on the bed and fell into a deep 
sleep, as I thought about what was happening to me. 

I wakened from my sleep by the touch of a hand on my flat stomach. I jumped 
up to see my Uncle Tab sitting there on my bed, stroking my belly and 
smiling at me. I jumped back and pulled the covers around me as best I could 
and leaned against the wall. 

"I came down here to see if you've learned your lesson yet," he told me. 

"Yes, yes," I muttered frantically, "I have. Please let me out. Please let 
me come to dinner." 

He scratched his crotch. 

"I don't know if I can believe you just yet," be said, "You might just be 
saying that because you want to run away." 

"No, no," I pleaded, "I have learned my lesson, really. I'll do anything to 
show you that's true, anything." 

He grinned, and then I felt his hand on my bare leg. 

"I guess you got it a lot from the boys, huh, Alice," he said. 

"Got it?" I repeated. 

"You know," he said, "you must have gotten shafted by a lot of dicks. You 
can admit it to me, I was once young myself, You must have opened those 
lovely legs of yours to a lot of hot cocks, didn't you Alice?" 

My uncle's words revolted me, but I was too scared to push his hand from my 
leg. It was sliding further and further up, until it was on my thigh and 
then right near the leg of my panties. 

"Let's find out how disciplined you are," he said, "Unzip your uncle's 
pants, dear." 

I was shocked by his words, and I just sat there and looked at the fat bulge 
in his pants. I did not move an inch. 

"I see you still have a lot to learn," he told me. Then he got up and left 
my room, locking the door behind him, A short while later, the lights went 
out. He must have disconnected the power outside the house, and I was 
plunged into intense darkness. 

Being locked in that room day after day with just enough, food to live on 
was horrible, but sitting in the utter darkness, shivering with fear and 
isolation, was even worse. It is impossible for me to explain the total 
sinking of the soul and feeling of complete abandonment that I experienced. 

And I knew that the only way to stop this black hell was to do the sexual 
bidding of my uncle. But the very thought of touching his prick, and letting 
him do things to me as well, revolted me. 

I sat in the total dark and eventually fell off to sleep. When I got up, it 
was still pitch black, and I had no concept of whether it was night or day 
out. I had no way of knowing how much time had passed, whether it was 
minutes or hours or days. 

I sat and slept, sat and slept, until my mind began to tilt and become 
erratic and I realized that if I sat in the dark any longer, I was going to 
go mad. I found my way to the stairs and climbed up them. Even the crack 
under the door had been blocked, as I started to pound on the wooden portal. 

"I've learned my lesson," I whimpered, "I'll do as I'm told, I'll do as I'm 
told." 

Then I dropped to my knees on the steps, sobbing and shaking hysterically, 
as I gave my spirit to the two people on the other side of the door. I fell 
asleep again, that seemed to be the only thing to do, and then I felt light 
stabbing into my closed eyes. 

I lifted my head, to see that the door was open, and even through my 
squinting, blinding eyes, I could tell it was my uncle standing there. 

"Are you ready to do as you are told?" he asked grimly. 

"Yes," I sobbed, "Anything, just turn on the lights." 

He closed the door and locked it, and then the lights were back on. I 
stumbled back to my bed, and removed my bra and panties and lay there, 
shaking and waiting for him to return. 

He was back in a few minutes, and he walked over to me and sat down on the 
bed. 

"Now that's better," he smiled. 

His hand ran over my firm tits, and he squeezed each one teasingly, before 
he began to really massage them. He worked each mound in his hands, grabbing 
and tugging on my pliant meat, making my already erect nipples form and hard 
with his ceaseless manipulation. 

"Unzip me," he said. 

I sat up and pulled his fly down, and then I reached inside and found his 
already hard cock. It was huge, far bigger and fatter than any dick I had 
ever seen, and I grew frightened as I handled it. 

"Get it good and hard," he told me, "So that it will be ready to slip into 
that sweet twat of yours." 

His words disgusted me, but I knew better than to resist, and my hand pumped 
up and down my uncle's dick, until it was rock hard and ready to fuck. 

Then he pushed me back on the bed, and crawled over me. My legs spread 
automatically, having learned that disobedience meant suffering, and he 
pushed his cock head against my slit. 

"Mmmm," he sighed. 

He began to shove forward, and I felt his fat head splitting my moist lips 
apart, allowing the shaft to slither into my unresisting hole. 

"Oh, baby," he grunted, "No wonder all the boys want to fuck you. What a 
sweet hole you have." 

Then he began to ram it in and out of me, as I lay there, writhing, in shame 
and agony. His fat prick was literally tearing my pussy apart as it shoved 
mercilessly in and out of me. He did not even pay attention to my 
discomfort, all that mattered to him was that my pussy lips were wrapped 
around his cock, and that he could slam his spongy head against the back of 
my cunt, getting him hotter with each stroke. 

Then, out of nowhere, my aunt appeared. She was only wearing some sort of 
corset, that lifted up her large, flopping tits, and gave her a deep, 
provocative cleavage, and pulled her waist thin. 

She smiled at me, and then climbed onto the bed with the two of us, 
spreading her legs over my face, so that her cunt was fully exposed to me. 

"Eat me," she directed. 

I began to whimper, but I knew cunt and I began to eat her out. My tongue 
slid up into her wet hole, and lapped at her soft lips, while my lips sucked 
at her swollen clit. 

There I was, stretched out on my own bed, willingly servicing my own aunt 
and uncle, allowing him to fuck me between my young, unyielding legs, while 
my sweet mouth ate out her cunt. This went on for some time, until I was 
sweating and exhausted, and I was finally rewarded with the sticky come 
juice of my aunt's cunt in my mouth. 

My uncle shot his load at the same time. It splashed and fired all over my 
wet walls, making me tremble in total humiliation. 

 CONCLUSION 

Alice lived like this, at the call of her aunt and uncle for months, until 
her parents made a surprise visit home and found the girl shivering and 
naked in the basement. 

They had no way of knowing then how she had been abused by the couple, until 
weeks later, when Alice began to admit that she had been forced to eat Aunt 
Jill's cunt, and suck on her huge tits. 

And she told how Uncle Tab had fucked her on numerous occasions, sometimes 
shooting the scum into her cunt, other times all over her smooth, young 
body. She had been forced to blow him as well, and could not remember how 
many times she had swallowed his scum. 

They were the ones that brought Alice to me and she will require years of 
therapy before she can escape from the terrible memories of those months. 
And it will even take longer before she breaks from the grip of the 
disciplining that she was subjected to. Right now, she is still an obedient 
sex slave, and it will take years before this problem is solved. 

 GENERAL CONCLUSION 

It is quite clear from the cases mentioned above that all women, no matter 
what their age or intelligence, can become a subject for discipline. 

However, young girls, particularly teenage girls, are more deeply affected 
when sexually abused. They become true-slaves to their master, using their 
body to fulfill any of his demands. They are at his disposal. 

All, of the lithe teenagers that were studied were quite willing to allow 
themselves to be fucked over and over again. 

They willingly gave multiple blow-jobs, craved scum shooting into their 
mouth, or pouring on their body, and, in general, loved to be humiliated and 
degraded in the grossest ways. 

Why this is so must be carefully examined and studied, so that such abuse 
cannot happen, again. 


The End
