Kidnapped to be a Whore

By Powerone


The sexual slave trade is revealed in this hard BDSM novel that could only be told by Powerone. Filled with exacting details of the defilement of the girls as the men take the young girls in every imaginable way and some that the girls could never have fathomed.
Two American girls go to Mexico to enjoy their freedom, but others have plans for their beautiful bodies. Kidnapped as soon as they arrive in Mexico, they are drugged and whisked off to a remote location to be readied for a special auction where the rich and perverted will pay any price for American girls. One, a true beauty, a virgin, is intimately inspected by a doctor to check her maidenhood, while others watch her humiliation.
Sold to the highest bidder, the girls find themselves the personal property of a Russian, sought for his whorehouse where his clients would pay greatly for the chance to do anything they wanted to American girls, no matter how perverted or painful. Their owner, Micha would taut Samantha's father, sending him a video each day. Samantha forced to perform willingly or suffer the consequences like her friend, Lauren, Samantha giving up her virginities for three consecutive days of videos.
Her father unable to rescue them in time, the girls are taken from Mexico to Micha's homeland in Russia where his wealth puts him above the law. The girls are introduced to the most horrendous acts committed on the bodies, all for the pleasure of the perverts that paid dearly to rape and abuse the girls.
Samantha's father hires an ex-KGB agent to track down the girls, Boris going from whorehouse to whorehouse until he finally gets lucky and hears of American girls sold as whores. At a special show, he sees Lauren and Samantha paraded naked and forced to perform for a group of men to excite them to pay more for private pleasures with them. A plan is plotted to rescue the girls. Is Boris in time to save the girls, or will Micha foil his plan?
A must read for Powerone fans, "Kidnapped to be a Whore" is another great novel from the Master of BDSM, where girls are only playthings for the rich and powerful, the girls taking the pleasure and the pain until they merge into one, forced to submit for the pleasure of their Master.


Chapter 1


Sold to the Highest Bidder




Samantha wasn't sure where she was, her head clouded, her vision barely able to distinguish anything more than shapes. She wasn't really sure what day it was. Was it Tuesday or Wednesday? Lauren and she boarded a flight for Cabo San Lucas on Monday, planning to spend a week in the Mexican sun. They had finished their freshman year at University of San Diego and needed the break.

She was sure she was in Mexico, feeling the heat in spite of the lack of much clothes, her body covered with a wet sheen of sweat. She wobbled on her feet, trying to balance on heels that were way too high for her, but they seemed to be affixed tightly around her ankles, feeling the pressure where the straps dug into her flesh. She heard the man say Lauren's name.

"The next girl offered for sale is an American. Lauren is young and very attractive.

She has a body built for fucking. She has some experience with men, but she is untrained in the more perverted acts that would bring in top dollar from your discerning clients."

Sergei pushed the girl to the center of the stage, her feet shuffling along, drugged just enough for her not to be any trouble. He had enjoyed the nineteen-year-old blonde yesterday. Nice tits, firm ass and a tight pussy in spite of not being a virgin. He withdrew drugs from her, wanting her to realize all that was happening to her when he fucked her.

She fought like a cat, but he beat her until she complied with all of his demands. He put a ring gag in her mouth, never quite trusting her as he pumped his long cock into her mouth and down her throat. He took out the ring gag when he fucked her, enjoying her cries and pleading, his cock between her legs, half inside her. Two fingers up her ass made her ride his cock energetically until he spilled his sperm into her belly. He slapped her around some more, by then she was more than willing to take his soiled cock in her mouth and clean it until it glistened with her saliva.

The spotlight shined on Lauren, Sergei beside her, opening up the black silk robe until the light blazed brightly on her bra-and-panty-clad body. He let the robe slip to the floor, Lauren jumping in spite of the drugs when his hands ran over her body. He hefted her tits.

"Nice firm tits. Not an ounce of sag in them. Big nipples." Sergei's hands slid over her back, unsnapping the bra with a deft flick of his fingers. He pulled the bra down over her arms. His fingers went to one nipple, pinching it until she moaned softly. "She'll take nicely to pain. Can you image what you can do to such a nice body? What man wouldn't pay a small fortune to tie her up and whip her?" Sergei looked at the darkened glass rooms that each held a bidder, their anonymity guaranteed. So far, the night had been successful, but the two Americans would put them way over the top. Especially the next one.

"The bidding for Lauren will start at $100,000 and includes safe passage out of Mexico for your purchase." He did one more thing to guarantee success. His hand slid around her waist, pushing into the tiny white panties and pulling them down until her pussy was revealed to the bright lights. Lauren tried to stop him, her hands trying to move up but

they slumped back to her side. He revealed her shorn mound, highlighted by her puffy pussy lips. He put two fingers between them, exclaiming loudly. "She gets wet with very little stimulation," holding his wet fingers up into the air for all to see. The coup de grace was turning her around until her back was to the rooms. He slapped her ass, her body jerking, a pink handprint on her white cheek. He peeled back her buttocks, her muscles trying to fight him, but his fingers were too powerful. He revealed her anus, the tiny hole barely visible. "This is the tightest asshole I ever felt, and the muscles fight you every inch of the way." Not many men could resist the virgin ass of a young girl.

"One hundred thousand dollars, do I hear 150?" The lights above the rooms starting to light up as the men bid for Lauren. "One hundred fifty, 200, do I hear $250,000? I have 250, do I hear $300,000?" It was going better than planned. "I have $300,000, do I hear 350?" He paused looking up and down the row of ten rooms, not wanting to miss a bid, a small electronic bell going off when the red light lit up. "Three hundred, once, 300 twice, sold for $300,000 to bidder number eight." This was the first purchase for bidder number eight and the most expensive so far.

"I'll be right back with our final girl. You don't want to miss this one." He pushed Lauren slowly to the other side of the stage, Dmitri taking her away after putting her flimsy garments back on. Sergei walked around the back of the stage to come back to the other side again. Samantha stood waiting for him, swaying gently back and forth on the stiletto heels in her drugged stupor.

Sergei took out the black silk bag, sliding it over Samantha's head, drawing the strings tight until the bottom of the bag tightened around her neck. He heard her muffled cries.

She wore a flowing black robe that covered her, but that was meant to tease until he got her out in the center of the stage.

Samantha panicked when something went over her head, darkness surrounding her.

It became harder to breathe, sucking in deep breaths. She felt a hand on her side, pushing her along, Samantha trying to shuffle her feet, but every step was a major undertaking. It seemed like hours before she was allowed to stop, feeling something hot shining on her. Her head was pounding, dizzy as she swayed back and forth.

"Our final girl. This one is priceless, her innocence intact, tested by our doctor thoroughly to guarantee your ultimate pleasure. An American, barely eighteen, a rarity among them, has never been entered. Samantha has full breasts, a slim waist and full hips. While we cannot guarantee her other holes have not been used, her mouth does have an excellent gag reflex and her asshole barely took the pinky finger of our doctor."

Sergei praised Samantha.

Samantha heard all that he was saying but only understood part of it. She remembered a doctor, thinking she had been hurt, but she found herself in stirrups, being intimately inspected. She was sure others were in the room, not sure if it were men or women. Her legs were drawn up high, feeling a finger snaking up her backside as she tried to protest. The worst part was the fingers pushed into her mouth as though they were trying to be driven down her throat, her stomach turning as she choked on them.

Sergei could imagine the men behind the dark glass gasping as he pulled the hood from her head, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to grow accustomed to the bright light shining on her face. She was a beautiful girl, light brown hair that hung half way down her back, though it was slightly matted from the oppressive heat. She had a tiny, upturned nose and full lips that were painted whore red to highlight them, so the men could imagine

what they would do to their cocks. Her skin was smooth as silk, big green eyes that were now clouded from the drugs. The long, black flowing robe hung over her body, hiding it from the prying eyes of the men. He unzipped it, pulling the long zipper down until the robe began to slip from her shoulders. He blocked their view until he was ready to show off her wares to the bidders.

Samantha couldn't see, blinded by the lights shining directly into her eyes, squinting as she tried to focus. There was someone next to her, hands touching her inappropriately, but the muscles in her arms felt like jelly, unable to move them more than a few inches before they collapsed and hung uselessly at her side. She looked down, the black robe around her body opened up, Samantha not sure what she had on underneath. She couldn't remember dressing today. She felt the silky robe sliding down her skin and falling into a puddle at her feet. He was behind her, shivering in fear when she felt his calloused hands on her naked sides, looking down, surprised that her breasts were bare. Did I forget my bra and top? She felt a flush run over her body as she realized that he could see her naked breasts. The fingers crept across her stomach, slowly inching up until they cupped her breasts from below. She wanted to slap him, but all that she could do was cry out faintly. "No."

Sergei dressed her provocatively. She was naked from the waist up, but below her waist was a diaphanous wrap-around skirt that clung low on her hips. You could see the thin wisp of her panties that left more to the imagination than concealed. He grabbed her wrists and drew them up until they were behind her head, her breasts rising up majestically, her nipples hard and pointed, almost pointing to the ceiling. He laced her fingers behind her back, keeping them tight, pushing out her arms until they bowed out to the side submissively. She began to breathe rapidly, her luscious breasts heaving up and down.

Micha had never seen such a beauty as this one. He had bought Lauren, American girls sought out by his wealthy clients, especially young Americans. His clients tended to the more jaded perversities, and nothing was more exciting than to force a young American girl to perform the perverse acts. His cock was hard at the thought of this one, a virgin to be broken and trained.

Samantha couldn't move her hands, feeling as though her fingers were interlocked permanently. A hand pushed into the small of her back until she was forced to arch her back, pushing her breasts out provocatively. Hands crept up over her naked body until she felt fingers touching her naked breasts, shamed at how she must look. The fingers curled around her nipples, plucking at them until she felt them harden in spite of her shame.

"Look at these breasts. Like a goddess." Sergei ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, surprised when his fingers provoked them to spring to hard little tips. His fingers slid down over her stomach, feeling her sucking in her guts, pushing her breasts out farther. Her ass pushed up against his cock, wishing he could afford to be the first one inside her virgin anus. "See how well she responds. This one will be a sexual tiger when she is properly trained."

He moved away from her, his cock pushing out the front of his pants. "Opening bid for this virgin beauty is 250,000 American dollars." Three lights lit up immediately. "Three hundred, 350, 400,000 bid," the bidding becoming frenzied, five bidders joining in, some not even able to get a bid in before it went higher. "Four hundred, 450, do I hear

$500,000?" It was down to two bidders, the rich price driving the others out. "Five hundred thousand dollars, do I hear 550?" Finally, the light on room eight lit up brightly. "I have 550,000, do I hear $600,000?" He waited, the light on the other bidder dark, turning back to the brightly lit room eight. "Five hundred fifty once, 550 twice," pausing one last time before he exclaimed, "sold for 550,000 American dollars. I congratulate the successful bidder and hope he enjoys the pleasure of this American virgin."

Micha rubbed his cock, his eyes fixed on Samantha. He would stay in Mexico for three days before he took the girls back to his homeland. A perverse idea came to his head. It would be a cruel trick, and he would get such enjoyment from it. The lights went out on the stage, the girl taken away. He stood up, adjusting his cramped cock.

It took little time to pay for his purchases, $850,000 transferred by his cell phone in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you," Sergei shaking the hands of Micha. "I have made arrangements for you in the beach home for three days. I think you will find it amply equipped for anything you may wish to do to the young girls. Tell me when you are ready to leave the county, and I will ease the custom restrictions for your plane."

"You are very accommodating. Do you have the secondary location ready?"

"As you wish. Are you planning on trouble?" Sergei didn't know why he wanted a second location that they could move to in a moments notice.

"I am planning on it. That's what makes it so exciting." Micha would put his plan in motion as soon as he reached the mountain home.

"As you wish." Sergei never understood these men, living so dangerously close to the edge, their money not enough for their happiness, seeking out danger and intrigue.





Chapter 2


Kidnapped





Samantha never knew how Lauren and she had become such good friends in high school, finally going to USD together. They were the complete opposites. As much as she liked Lauren, she was a slut compared to Samantha. Samantha laughed as she thought that. Was she really that much of a slut, or was it just that I was a virgin and that made the difference between us daunting?

Lauren was beautiful, long blonde hair, blue eyes and a mouth with full puffy lips that made boys want to kiss her. Lauren flaunted her sexuality, dressing provocatively while Samantha always dressed conservatively as if she were ashamed of her body. They often went dancing, Lauren always going home with a boy while Samantha only teased them and left them hanging dry. For some reason, the two of them bonded, even becoming roommates in college.

The idea was almost ludicrous when Lauren suggested it. She wanted to go to Cabo San Lucas for a week as soon as school got out. Without chaperones. She didn't even know how to ask her father. Samantha received her conservative morals from her parents in spite of the prevalent consensus regarding sex among teens. It had only been since college that Samantha had learned of the pleasures of solo masturbation.

Lauren needed to know by tomorrow, so Samantha found herself sitting in the living room after dinner with her mother and father. They lived in a sprawling house along the

coast in Westerly, Rhode Island. While their house was on the beach, it was nothing compared to the beaches in Cabo. Especially for those under twenty-one where they could drink legally in Cabo and did so in excess. They were wealthy by most standards, her father an entrepreneur, chairman of a publishing house that had a large range of magazines and books for the more conservative United States population.

"I want to take a week off and go on vacation, Daddy."

James looked up from the newspaper. Samantha was their only daughter, James sparing her nothing. "Of course, honey. I can take a week off. Where do you want to go?" Samantha had done excellent at USD, a great Catholic school in spite of it being located in San Diego. She deserved a vacation.

Samantha fidgeted in her chair for a second. "I was thinking of Cabo San Lucas."

The words came out quickly, her mouth dry.

"Mexico?" Her mother replied.

"Yes. I've never been there." Samantha responded, still without saying it.

"If that's what you want, I will make arrangements." James was ready to go back to his newspaper when she said it.

"I want to go with Lauren. Next week." The words hung to her dry lips as she blurted them out.

"Alone?" James put the newspaper down when he heard Lauren's name. James never understood what Samantha saw in Lauren, her morals not up to what James would expect from a young lady.

"Yes, Daddy. For a week." Her heart was racing as her father looked at her.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sam."

Samantha knew she was in trouble when her father called her Sam. She was eighteen; it was time for her to experience the world outside of the strictness of her family.

It wasn't that she was going to run wild and have sex with the first boy that smiled at her.

It was almost more to see if her parents trusted her as an adult. "I'm a grown woman, Daddy. Don't you trust my judgment?"

"I trust you; it's Lauren I don't trust."

Alice saw the look in her daughter's eyes. She was growing up and wanted to spread her wings. She had never done anything to bring shame to the family, not like many other girls her age. "I think you should let her go, James. She's a levelheaded girl and a woman."

Samantha turned to her mother, never expecting her to say that. She whispered the words thank you, turning back to her father. "Plleeasse."

It seemed that James was the minority. He couldn't protect her all her life, though he would be willing to try. "Okay," surrendering to the women in his life. "BUT!" he interjected. "You'll call us as soon as you get there and every morning." He knew better than to have her call at night, the three-hour time difference and the fact that they would be going out making it early in the morning for them. As much as he would have stayed awake, he knew it wasn't practical.

Samantha rushed up and hugged her father. "Thank you so much, Daddy." She kissed his cheek, racing over to hug her mother. "Thank you, Mom. I have to go tell Lauren." She raced out of the room, leaving her parents.

"I hope we did the right thing." James had this uneasiness about it.

"We did, James. She's a good girl."

"Yes, she is, but there is a lot of evil out there."



* * *

Lauren didn't really think that Samantha could pull it off, but her excited voice rambled on the phone. "I have us at a villa at one of the resorts, a two bedroom on the beach."

Lauren finally interrupted Samantha long enough to tell her. Lauren wanted to make sure she had her privacy, sure that she would find more than enough boys to make love to her.

She loved sex, though she drew the line at some things. She would let a boy go down on her, but she refused anything more than her hand on their cocks, refusing to take it in her mouth. Lauren grew more excited as they talked, sure that she would masturbate tonight.

They made all the plans; Samantha to take a plane to Los Angles where she would meet up with Lauren and catch a connecting flight to Cabo on Monday. They talked for over an hour about the trip, both of them so excited. Samantha was exhausted by time she got off the phone.



* * *

Her father put her on the plane this morning, personally taking her to the airport. He didn't wait for her plane, kissing her goodbye at the boarding gate. "Remember, call every day. And have fun," he added.

"Thank you, Daddy. For everything." Samantha boarded the plane, sitting next to a grandmother that talked her ear off about her grandchildren until they finally landed in Los Angeles. She rushed for the international terminal, finding Lauren without any trouble.

"I didn't think you would pull this off." Lauren hugged Samantha. She looked at her, wearing a pair of jeans and blouse, not suited for where they were going. Lauren was wearing a pair of tight fitting shorts that hung low on her waist, her tanned abs naked, a small tee shirt barely hanging low enough to cover her breasts. She wore a bra begrudgingly but promised that it would be the last day she would. They were ready to check their bags, but Lauren had an idea. "Let's go to the ladies room."

"Can't you wait until we check our bags?" Samantha did not want to drag her two bags into the ladies' room.

"Come on," grabbing her bags and towing Samantha along behind her. She looked around, the ladies' room empty. "In there." Lauren grabbed one of her suitcases, pulling a puzzled Samantha into the handicapped toilet stall.

What was she doing? Samantha found herself cramped next to Lauren in the stall, a suitcase propped up on the toilet as Lauren dug frantically through it.

She picked the most conservative thing she could find, a pair of shorts and a halter-top. "Here, put these on. It's going to be hot by the time we land."

"I'm okay with jeans," Samantha tried to protest, but she was already sweating in the cramped stall.

"We're going to the beach for a week. You'll be in a bikini most of the time. You did buy a bikini, didn't you?" She saw the look on Samantha's face and knew she had some outrageous one-piece bathing suit. She wouldn't have been surprised if it had a skirt.

"I got a new bathing suit," she tried to protest, but she knew that Lauren understood already. She grabbed the shorts and halter-top. Lauren saw the look on her face, handing her a bra that she had to wear with it. Luckily they were both almost the same size. She was almost ashamed when she took off her blouse and jeans, harder when she had to take off her bra. Her face was red by the time she put on the shorts and halter-top, not sure why she was so bashful in front of another girl.

Samantha had nice breasts, Lauren almost wishing they were in the villa where she might have been tempted to kiss her. She was sure that she would have been shocked, but you never can tell what her reaction might be. She might just surrender to it, Lauren wondering what it would be like to feel their naked breasts pushed up against each other's as they kissed. Lauren found her pussy getting wet at the thought of sex with Samantha.

She never had girl sex before, but would have no problem with Samantha being her first.

Samantha felt more self-conscious when she looked into Lauren's eyes. It was almost like a boy looking at her, lust in them. She must be imagining it. She heard the first call for their flight. "Let's go." She rushed out of the bathroom but not before she saw her image in the long mirror next to the door. She couldn't believe it was her that was reflected back. The shorts clung to every curve and bump in her body, her breasts looking so much bigger in the halter-top. Even her ass looked nice, able to make out her twin buttocks and the gentle divide between them. The shorts were tight, pressing hard along her slit. It was almost as is she was masturbating with every step she took, the tight shorts riding up and down her slit so sensuously. By the time they took a seat in the plane, Samantha felt the familiar arousal in her body.

The plane was crowded with kids their age, very few families. Lauren was already scouting it for boys, smiling at a number of them. It took only an hour and a half before the plane landed, Samantha and Lauren giddy with excitement by that time. They were the first ones out of the plane, the boys letting them pass, Samantha able to feel their eyes on her ass as she passed them. They waited for what seemed like a long time before they got their bags, dragging them to the outside. The heat hit both of them at once, almost ninety, the sun beating down on the un-shaded sidewalk.

"Okay, you were right," thankful that Lauren made her change her clothes.

Lauren was looking for a taxi, most of them filled by the time they got to them. She turned to Samantha. "You just have to listen to me more often." She turned her head when she heard the voice behind her.

"Americans?" The boy's voice had a European or Russian accent.

Lauren looked at him, dark complexion, about twenty-five, the bad boy look in him on his face. He wore a pair of jeans that were too tight, the bulge in his pants showing he was not immune to her looks. "Yes." She smiled at him.

"Hard to get a taxi. And expensive. Where are you going?"

"Don't tell him," Samantha whispered to Lauren, but it was too loud.

"Your friend is right. You shouldn't trust strangers. I'm Petri." He held out his hand, Lauren pushing out her hand to shake his, gripping her hand tightly.

"Lauren," loving the way his hand held her so tight, imaging what he would be like in bed, hard and demanding. "Samantha," pointing, though her eyes never left his brooding eyes. "Fiesta American Grand," giving him the hotel where they were staying. "We have a private villa on the beach."

"You are lucky to stay at such a nice hotel. I work there as a waiter. I am just coming back from visiting my family, and I am afraid I am short of money for the taxi. Would you share one with me, I will pay half?" Petri gave his most sexy, convincing smile.

Lauren looked at Samantha, seeing her acceptance. She was always a sucker for a hard luck story. "Sure, we'd love to, but I haven't had much success in getting a cab."

"A beautiful girl like you should have no trouble. Just step off the curb and stand sideways so they can see that lovely figure. They'll drive through each other to get to you."

Lauren was flattered, Petri's eyes still on her as she strutted out to the street, shaking her ass sensuously to tempt the cab drivers. It took on a second before two cabs came racing over to them.

Petri leaned over to Samantha, eyeing her ass in the tight shorts. "You have a lovely body, also. I hope to see more of you this week." She didn't say anything, but he saw the redness cover her face. A virgin for sure, with a body like hers it was a shame that it was not used as God intended. He grabbed the girls' suitcases, putting them into the trunk but not before he snapped a picture of their luggage tags with their names and addresses.

Lauren had her cell phone out, ready to take a picture of Samantha getting in the cab.

"Let me get one of you both." He took the camera from Lauren, the girls posing provocatively like they were getting into the cab, their asses pushed back at the phone.

He snapped the picture. "Hold it, I want one, too," snapping a picture on his phone before they could protest.

It was about 30 miles to the hotel, Petri not sure where it was. He had never been there. Lauren talked all the way to the hotel, Petri sitting between them, turning back to look at Samantha, liking the way he could make her uncomfortable just with his looks. He loved the continual blush she had every time he looked at her long, lean legs in the tight shorts. He thought he could almost make out her pussy lips in the tight shorts, or maybe he was just hoping he could.

Petri paid his half of the bill, leaving the girls. "I hope to see you at El Squid Roe. It's the hottest dance bar in town." He left them, walking off as if he knew where he was going. He stayed in the shadows as the porters took the girls' bags inside. He waited until they came out, following discreetly down the secluded path to the beachfront villas. He watched behind the bushes as he saw them enter the last one. This would be too easy.

He walked back to the entrance, grabbing a taxi but not before he made a phone call. He spoke in Russian, sending the picture of the girls that he took with his cell phone.

Sergei saw the picture that Petri sent, knowing he had struck it rich. Petri had only become a spotter for him a month ago, but this find would make him a rich man. He looked at the pictures, two nice asses pushed back at the camera as if they were begging to be fucked from behind. Petri had said that he thought the dark-haired one might be a virgin. He looked again at the picture. She had to be at least eighteen. He didn't think any Americans that looked like her were still virgins at that age. If it were true, he would make lots of money from these two girls. Even if she weren't a virgin, his bidders would pay a high price for fresh, young, American girls.

He made two phone calls, making arrangements. "As soon as it gets dark. Make sure the other villas are empty. It should be dinnertime, so it wouldn't be much of a problem.

Take their belongings and dump them. Make sure no one will find them. Burn them if you have to. I don't want a clue left behind. You know where to take the girls; you should get there by morning. I will meet you there." Sergei hopped into his car for the short ride, wanting to be prepared when the girls arrived.



* * *

Samantha had just finished dressing, taking a leisurely shower before dinner. It was going to be more of a quick bite of food, Lauren more interested in going downtown,

dancing and drinking. Samantha put on a short skirt, shorter then she would wear at home, but Lauren's influence was eventually taking over. She wore a button-down blouse, but she didn't tuck it in, instead, tying the ends together to leave her stomach naked. She put on a pair of high heels, feeling unusually sexy. Was it the tight shorts that caressed my pussy lips all day that made me feel like this? She was about to go out to the living room when she heard the crash. She rushed to her closed door but stopped when she heard a man's voice and then Lauren's scream.

"Grab the bitch," the men able to get into the room, picking the lock with ease. They were confronted by one of the girls as soon as they entered, hoping to get both of them at once, so they had to work fast. They rushed across the room, tipping over the coffee table in their haste.

"EEEEEEHHH, HEEELP," Lauren suddenly confronted by four burly men wearing black, their faces covered by black stocking masks, their eyes, nose and mouth visible.

She almost peed her pants when she saw the guns in their hands, but before she could protest again, a hand came out of nowhere, striking her on her cheek, Lauren falling onto the coffee table with a terrible crash. She saw stars. Two men jumped on Lauren like she was a deer caught in a bright light, grabbing her arms and legs and hefting her up like she was a feather pillow. Someone shoved something into her mouth, Lauren fighting them until she felt fingers on her nose, finally forced to open her mouth as her lungs grew starved from air as she struggled to free herself. She felt something dry shoved into her mouth until her cheeks bulged out, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe in her heightened state.

"In there, get the other one."

Panicking, Samantha locked the door, running over to the phone on the nightstand.

She heard the sound of cracking wood just as she picked up the receiver, slammed into the wall by her unseen attacker, her nose bloodied as she sank to the plush carpets. She tried to kick out, but they pounced on her, one of them sitting on her stomach until all the air was pushed from her lungs. As she tried to breathe, a rag was pushed into her mouth, the foul-tasting rag shoved so deep she choked on it; afraid she would puke and choke on her own vomit. They grabbed her arms and legs, her short skirt riding up higher as she tried to kick and shake her arms, but they yanked her body so hard she was afraid they were going to pull her arms and legs out of the sockets.

Samantha caught a glimpse of Lauren, her arms tied together, ropes around her ankles, a black bag over her head, just as the same type of black bag cut off her vision.

The bag stuck to her nose as she tried to breathe, feeling her arms jerked high up in the air, ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles until she felt the tingling in the tips of her fingers and toes as the circulation was cut off. She was thrown over the shoulder of someone strong, her body bouncing as her assailant ran up the short walk. She heard a car pull up, Samantha thrown inside, smashing her head up against another head, sure that it was Lauren.

"Calm them down, we have a long drive." Samantha heard him talking, a foreign accent. She felt a prick on her arm, and then she felt the heat of something racing through her veins. She could almost feel it going to her brain slowly, suddenly feeling a euphoria sweep over her body. Her breathing slowed down, her body going limp, a strange tingling all over. Her mind began to float away, as if she was flying above her body and looking down at this girl that was bound.

Lauren couldn't believe this was happening to them. One minute they didn't have a care in the world, the next she was bound and gagged, driving along in a car. She was sure that it was Samantha next to her, but there were others in the car. She was flipped over onto her side, a sharp needle jabbed harshly into her arm. The next minute she felt the drugs racing through her body, sure they had given her something. She began to float, tingling in her body as she slumped into the seat, relaxed and at ease, in spite of being bound and kidnapped.

Lauren felt hands on her body, almost gentle now as she was turned over, and then she found herself on someone's lap. It must be a man, feeling the hard cock pushed into her butt. It was as though he was talking to someone else and touching someone else.

"This one must be Lauren." He sat the young girl on his lap, sliding her back and forth over his cock. Her short skirt was up so high, her panties visible. Just a small white thong he was sure. He rested his hand on her naked leg, the skin as smooth as silk. "Nice lean legs," his hand sliding between her tied legs. "Untie her ankles. I don't think she will put up much of a fight anymore."

Lauren felt the ropes on her ankles taken off, almost grateful, the feeling coming back into her toes. The hand was between her legs, feeling her legs being parted, a calloused hand sensuously running along the satin skin of her thighs. She was slumped up against the hard chest of a man, her skirt sliding up her legs higher and higher as the hand rubbed along her thighs. She felt a tremor of excitement as it moved closer and closer to her pussy, almost praying that he would touch her there.

"I can guarantee this one isn't a virgin. I think I could make her cum now." His hand slid up between her legs, his big hand forcing her legs apart, his fingers pressing together her pussy lips and squeezing hard. He was sure he could hear the muffled moan from her lips. She had nice, big puffy lips, and he could feel the dampness in her panties as he began to gently rub his finger up and down her slit. He could make out the outline of her pussy lips as he pushed the panties deeper into the tight groove. She was shorn, not a hint of hair on her pussy.

It felt so good, sure that it was her hand masturbating her pussy. She wished she could spread her legs more, but her muscles were not responsive. There was only the pleasure between her legs. She could feel the pressure as her lips were squeezed tight, but then her finger would return to stoke her slit until her panties were pushed deep between them.

He took his hand away from her pussy, sliding up over her naked stomach and pushing her tiny top out of the way. He wasn't surprised to find her naked beneath the top, her firm tits not needing any support. "Nice tits, nipples just begging to be abused."

He squeezed one of her nipples, forcing her back to arch to push them out to abuse.

She didn't remember any boys, so she must be masturbating. Lauren didn't understand why she was pinching her nipple so hard, but the pressure continued, the sensitive tip pulsating. She arched her back, but her fingers followed, stretching and pulling her nipple, her fingers pinching harder as her breast was stretched. She couldn't understand it, but she was sure that was a mouth on her breast, teeth biting just behind the nipple, sinking harshly into her areola, and then she felt the tremendous pressure as her mouth sucked her nipple so deep into her mouth that she was sure her nipple was being pulled from her body. How could I bite my own nipple? She could taste the rag in her mouth, soaked now with her saliva, the foul taste permeating every corner of her

mouth. The biting was harder, feeling like a knife was sticking into her flesh. It ground her nipple, back and forth as it yanked her nipple out into her mouth.

"I think this one likes pain. That's good; she'll get a lot of that." He released her nipple from his mouth, but his fingers plucked at the hardened tip, pinching it, feeling her squirm on his lap from the pain. "Spread your legs real wide, bitch." She complied so willingly, her body responding involuntarily. "She's going to make a nice pain slut for someone, getting off on being whipped and beaten sexually." His hand found its way inside of her panties, her body arching up from his lap as he found her bald, wet lips.

Laruen was glad that she put her hands back in her panties, feeling them on her naked pussy now. Her nipples still tingled, but it was more excitement now than pain. Her fingers felt rough, but she still enjoyed them, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as her fingers slid up and down her slit. She tried to rub her clit, but her fingers failed to respond, always stopping short of touching her pleasure button. She was curled up, enjoying the hum of the car on the road and her gentle masturbation. It felt like hours, not sure why she didn't make herself cum, but it always required her to touch her clit, and for some reason, her hands refused to move that high.

His fingers were soaked, pushing down her panties, her bald mound like a young teen.

He wanted to play with the virgin before he had to drop them off, so he pushed Lauren off his lap. First, one more thing. He pulled Lauren on his lap, this time her belly pushed against his cock. He pushed her bound hands out of the way, as his hand slid her skirt up over her ass, her panties pulled part of the way down. He pulled them down the rest of the way, leaving her lush ass naked. His hand ran over her cheeks, feeling the muscles of her buttocks fluttering beneath his touch.

Lauren was confused. She was on a man's lap, hands running over her ass. They weren't hers; that would be impossible. Who is doing it? Is it Professor Stanton, my Psychology Professor? She still remembered that day in his office, the door closed, the gentle click as the door locked. She stood in front of him, sitting in his large, leather chair his hands coming out to touch her hips. He turned her sideways, one hand sliding over her ass, Lauren not doing anything to stop him touching her inappropriately. In fact, she enjoyed it too much. One hand was on her ass, the other between her legs, her hips jerking back and forth between the two hands. Her panties grew drenched with her juices until he turned her around, bending her over his desk, her ass pushed out in his face.

Hands tapped at her inner thighs until she spread them so wide that they were to the edges of the desk. She felt her skirt sliding up over her ass, her panties pulled tight over her cheeks. His hands caressed her cheeks, finally feeling a finger sliding up and down her crack, Lauren tightening her cheeks in protest.

The men all wanted to see the girl on his lap; her cheeks were relaxed as his fingers found her sweat-drenched crack. He pulled her cheeks apart until he could gaze at her anus, the other men gathering around to see the tiny hole. His fingers, still wet from her pussy, ran over the trembling hole, teasing at the tight muscle, her buttocks clenching uncontrollably.

She didn't let Professor Stanton touch her back there, finally turning around, kneeling between his legs and taking out his cock. She refused to suck it, but she blew on the head as she stroked it expertly. He came all over her hands, but he wore more of the pasty, white sperm than she did. The fingers on her butt were back, this time Lauren unable to stop the finger that began to press her anus. No matter how much she tried to

clench her cheeks, the finger continued to press against her private hole until she gasped into the gag as the finger wormed its way inside her rectum.

"Damn, her asshole is tight. Nothing's been up this hole before." He skewered his finger into her anus, twisting and turning as he fought her muscles. She rubbed sensuously against his cock, but he knew it was because she was trying to avoid the probing, not accept it. He would tell them this fact, sure that it would make her give them a good ride if she was fingered in her anus as they raped her.

Lauren finally felt the relief as the finger pulled from her bottom. She was shoved back down on the seat, her panties around her knees. She was shoved into the corner of the seat, her body slumped down, wishing she could pull up her panties, but it was almost as if her hands were tied.

He put Samantha next to one of the other men. "Be careful with this one, I'm sure she's a virgin. She'll be worth a small fortune to the man that will pay to hear her final scream as he pops her cherry."

Samantha's arms were stretched over her head, her body pinned between two men, feeling their hard bodies pressed up against her. She still couldn't see a thing, but she really didn't care, her body floating peacefully. She felt the unfamiliar touch of man's calloused hands on her legs, trying to close her legs, but they refused to move. Her legs began to spread, wider and wider, hands rubbing along her inner thighs. The hands were up too high, sure they had to be under her skirt, a flush running over her body as she imagined how it must look. Her knees had to be spread at least a couple of feet, the hands almost to her panties. Her crotch ached, but she still cared little, the fondling hands almost feeling good. She felt wetness between her legs. What happened? She didn't understand why her panties were wet.

They untied her ankles so they could spread her legs, pulling up her skirt until her panties were revealed. He could see her bush beneath the black panties, the wide spread of her legs making the panties pull tight over her mound, the faint outline of her slit revealed. She had to be a virgin, her lips too tight, even when her legs were spread wide.

His finger slid over her mound, her body jerking suddenly from his unexpected touch, but she calmed down the longer his finger touched her, her panties growing damper. "She is very responsive for a virgin," his finger wet. He kept her legs spread, but his hands went to her breasts. He squeezed one tit, her back arching, a muffled cry beneath the gag as he pinched her flesh hard. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, his finger tracing up and down her deep cleavage, goose bumps appearing on her tanned bosom.

Hands were squeezing her breasts, Samantha confused. Her arms were over her head. Why aren't I stopping them from touching me inappropriately? It almost felt like her arms were tied. She felt a finger tickling along her cleavage, digging deeper until she felt it creeping along the inside of her bra. She felt a tremor of excitement, her nipple feeling sensitive and hard as it felt like a tiny snake creeping so close to it. Her arms were pulled back farther, forcing her back to bow unnaturally, her breasts almost pushed up into the air. Her blouse was strained tight, a sudden slacking as she felt the material sliding over her naked flesh. Did the buttons pop open?

He finally found what he was looking for, pulling her bra down until one brown nipple peeked out surrounded by a large areola the size of a half dollar. He rubbed his sharp fingernail over the tip until it grew large and red. He pinched it between his fingers, her back arching so much that her tits were almost pushed up to the sky. "You'll get a lot of

that. Men will love abusing those big nipples." He finally released her nipple, her body slumping back down in the seat. For the next thirty miles his fingers played over her mound, just as he had done to Lauren, Samantha equally aroused in spite of being a virgin.

They drove until they hit the secluded beach, a large house and a strange warehouse-type building out of place beside it, not a single window in the concrete structure. The large door slid open silently, the limousine driving in, the door closing as soon as it passed through. The lights snapped on in the loading dock automatically.

Sergei was waiting impatiently, the limousine finally arriving. He looked at the two girls as they were pulled out, short skirts sliding down over their naked legs, one of the men pulling up the panties of one of them so she could walk. The drugs were doing well, both girls shuffling along, the black bag hiding their faces.

"Go inside and you will be paid." He saw their suitcases in the trunk. "I told you to get rid of those. Take the bags inside and burn them in the furnace. They will have no use for clothes in the future." Sergei already had an auction scheduled for tomorrow; these additions will heighten the interest and his reward. First, he had arrangements to make and a physical exam to be performed on the virgin. He hoped he would have a chance to partake of the treasures the blonde had, a little more wear not downgrading the price he would get for her. The virgin would have to remain untouched, her innocence greatly increasing her price.





Chapter 3


Preparations





Samantha could feel the cool air as she was led inside. She heard lots of feet, most of them heavy. She heard a door opening, then closing, the feet moving away from her, though she could feel the presence of another.

"Let me take this off, Samantha, so I can see your beauty." Sergei untied the drawstring, pulling the black silk bag over her head. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light, but the drugs made them look distant. She was stunning, a look of innocence on her face yet with a sensuality that would drive men wild to possess her.

Sergei only hoped that she was a true virgin. He stroked her face, her skin as smooth as silk, running his fingers around her lips, imagining his cock slipping between them to feel the pleasure of her mouth on his cock. "I have a doctor coming to exam you, Samantha.

He will be here in a few moments. After that, you may rest. I will be sure that you will be comfortable, having just the thing to make you feel good."

Samantha didn't know what happened to her. Was I in an accident? She remembered loud noises in the villa, but after that, it was hazy. Was it a dream, men coming in and taking me away? She must be hurt, unable to move her hands as if they were tied, her muscles feeling like jelly, her head spinning uncomfortably. She was in a strange room, the objects clouded, but she began to gain some of her vision as if something was covering her eyes before. She heard the door opening, the sound of men's voices filling the room.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Doctor." Sergei sent for him as soon as he heard about Samantha. Four other men followed him in, early bidders that paid a

princely sum to attend this intimate physical examination. The men were in their forties and fifties, though one had to be at least seventy years old. The last time they gazed upon a young virgin like Samantha was decades ago. "Stand up, Samantha." He helped her up, untying her hands. The drugs were working well, keeping her submissive. He pulled the gag out of her mouth, drool running down her chin, wiping it off with his hand.

"You must keep quiet, or I will have to punish you, Samantha," he warned her. Her eyes were still gazing off into a distant land.

It was as though she was someplace else, not really happening to her. She felt something removed from her mouth, unable to stop the drool as it ran down her lips.

"Let me undress you so we can begin." Sergei began to unbutton the blouse, slowly teasing himself as he began to uncover her full breasts. He pulled the blouse off of her shoulders. "Keep your back straight, Samantha." He put his fist into the small of her back until she arched her back and her tits pushed out. "Yes, like that. You must always show yourself."

She felt hands on her naked back, turning her, the shapes of men in front of her.

Undress me? In front of them? They must all be doctors. Am I that hurt that I need so many doctors? Her regular doctor was a woman, never having been undressed in front of a man. She felt a flush of humiliation spreading over her body as cold hands played across her back until she felt the fumbling on her bra. She tried to push her hands up to cover her breasts, but she only got a few inches before they fell uselessly at her sides.

The bra went lose, feeling it pull away from her breasts. The cold hands moved to her shoulders, Samantha realizing that it was about to slip off her shoulders, leaving her bare to her waist. She felt a tingling in her nipples, her senses heightened, her bra slipping over them, stimulating the tips like she had never felt before. The hand was pushed into her back again, this time Samantha arching her back in spite of the fact that she knew she was displaying her breasts.

"Look at those tits. Have you ever seen anything so firm and youthful? Not an ounce of sag in them, and her nipples hardened without the slightest provocation." Sergei was praising her like a fine horse, not a whore. The men were eager to see the rest of her, Sergei's fingers working quickly on the side of her skirt, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down, but holding it on her waist until he was ready to unveil her like a fine piece of art. When he had all eyes on her crotch, he dropped the skirt, the short skirt falling on her feet, leaving her standing in the briefest of panties, though he was surprised that she wasn't wearing a thong like most girls. "Step out of your skirt, Samantha. You won't need it any longer. I have something much more provocative for tomorrow." He wasn't surprised when she instantly did what he asked, her feet picking up high enough so he could kick the skirt to the side. It was a good combination of drugs that left her submissive, but responsive. Sergei was sure that her owner would wean her off of the drugs, preferring to take her virginities when she was fully conscious of everything that was happening to her.

Hands smoothed over her abdomen, her skirt kicked off her feet, the cool air blowing on her half-naked body. Samantha shivered in a combination of cold and fear, an uneasiness spreading over her body as she was undressed in front of the doctors.

"You can make out a full bush," Sergei pulling her panties tight over her mound. "Can you spread your legs wider for us, Samantha?"

She didn't know why she did, but her legs parted as if she had no control over them, feeling the disconcerting touch of the hands on her mound at the same time. She pushed her ass back when she felt a finger running down her slit.

"I told you, Samantha, present yourself." Sergei got behind her, pushing his hard cock against her ass. He pushed harder, forcing her to stick her mound out, his hands ready to caress her slit.

She felt it behind her. It was a man, his organ hard, pushing against her butt. She tried to push away, but only succeeding in pushing her sex into his waiting hands. Every time she tried to move away, she was met with the unmistakable bulge of a man's organ against her ass or a hand on her mound when she tried to escape the organ.

He would cum if she didn't stop rubbing against his cock. "Now the panties, Samantha. Then the doctor can begin." His fingers slipped into the waistband and slowly drew them down over her womanly hips. He stopped with the first errant hairs of her brown bush was revealed. He drew them down, her lush brown bush popping free as he drew the black panties down her legs. The panties stuck between her pussy lips for a moment before pulling free, a wet spot where her arousal was apparent.

She felt the cold air rush over her body, her panties making her pubic hairs resonate down to the follicles like a tuning fork, a rush of wetness between her legs. Her panties were pulled down her legs, Samantha shamed to be standing stark naked in front of the doctors. She wished she could cover herself, but she was helpless to do anything but tremble in shame.

"Look at the pink flush on her body, the girl is truly humiliated to be naked in front of you, yet she is wet, a true paradox that only her beholder will be able to uncover. She is all yours, Doctor."

Doctor Sanchez walked over to the young girl, his hand around her naked waist.

"Over here, Samantha," bringing her over to the stainless steel chair, the gleaming metal stirrups trimmed in black leather, the same as the seat of the chair. Usually he would need straps to keep his reluctant patients in the chair, but Sergei made sure this one was compliant.

She could see it, a dread running through her body as the light blazed off the metal frame of the chair and the stirrups. Even with a woman doctor, she hated to be put in such a position, her sex spread open to be touched and intimately examined while she cringed in shame. She couldn't stop him as he turned her around, pushing her back until she almost fell into the chair. Her butt stuck to the cold leather seat, seeing the men gathering close to the chair as the doctor prepared her. "No," she cried out faintly, but no one paid attention to her. She was pushed up in the chair until she was in a seated position, the backrest going back slightly. The doctor was at her feet, feeling his hand on her ankle, dreading the next moment when he lifted up her leg and swung it up high until she felt if sticking to the leather of the stirrup. The stirrup was deep, almost enveloping her leg in it, keeping it secure, Samantha unable to raise her leg high enough to pull it out.

He moved to the other side quickly, feeling the hand on her other leg before she could even turn her head. She felt the ache in her crotch as he pulled out her leg, feeling like she was a wishbone being split up the middle. Her butt almost rose from the chair, the squeaking sound of her sweaty butt sticking to the leather seat. Her leg was placed in the other stirrup until she couldn't move it.

She looked between her legs, the doctor on a seat looking up at her exposed sex, the shame spreading over her body. His hands were on her thighs, Samantha suddenly realizing he wasn't wearing the rubber gloves that felt so impersonal when a doctor touched her. Why wasn't he?

"Such full lips, they barely open in spite of the spread of her legs." Doctor Sanchez's finger went to the row of buttons next to the chair. The low hum was barely audible, but the two stirrups began to move to the outside and slightly up, Samantha's lower body rising up slightly as her pussy blossomed open. She moaned a soft protest as the gap in her crotch widened, but he continued to open them until she cried out, tears running down her cheeks.

It felt like she was being split up the middle, the chair moving, Samantha unable to pull her legs out of the stirrups as the chair spread her wider and wider. Her ass rose up from the chair, feeling her pussy lips separating, the cool air blowing uncomfortably on her slick inner lips. She shook her head, crying out silently, humiliated as they spread her open so obscenely. She never felt as much shame as she did now.

Doctor Sanchez finally stopped the chair, her legs spread wider than necessary, but Sergei's customers paid for a show, and he provided it to them. "Notice the moisture between her lips, the nice pink inner lips. In spite of being a virgin, she is very amorous.

As soon as I confirm her virginity, I will test her responsiveness." He never wore gloves during these examinations, enjoying the feel of the girl's heat and wetness as his fingers explored her intimately. He peeled back her pussy lips farther, tugging the slick lips, tightening his fingers on the puffy skin to keep the slick flesh from sliding lose.

She felt a stretching between her legs, feeling like her pussy lips were being torn from her body. Some of the dizziness was leaving her head, the men's images become more vivid, all of them gazing at her spread body. She felt a pressure, something was running around the entrance to her vagina. Samantha panicked.

"Be careful, Doctor. You can't afford to bust her hymen. It's worth more than you make in years." Sergei warned him as he pulled open her lips so everyone could see her hymen.

Doctor Sanchez was nervous, but there it was. "She is intact," he exclaimed proudly as if he had something to do with it. They all gathered around closer, all peering intimately to inspect the virgin girl.

She couldn't believe what they were doing to her. Her pussy lips still ached from being spread, but it was the shame that overcame her, the peering eyes of all the men gazing at her innocence as if it were a prized possession.

"Let me check her responsiveness." Doctor Sanchez began to masturbate the girl, releasing her pussy lips but not before his finger slipped between the tight lips. They began to run up and down her slit, feeling the heat from her pussy, the first telltale signs of her arousal, as his finger grew damp. His finger slid to the top of her slit, peeling back her lips to gaze at her clit. "Nice big clit," he exclaimed loudly. His fingers pinched it low, squeezing until the blood rushed to the tip, a dark red and throbbing. His finger began to rub it back and forth, her body jerking from the unexpected touch.

It felt just like when she masturbated, the doctor running his finger up and down her slit, still disconcerting from the lack of rubber gloves. "EEwww," whistling through clenched teeth as she felt fingers touching her pleasure button. No man had ever touched her there, Samantha just discovering the pleasure it could bring her. Her butt rose up,

swaying from side to side, but the finger continued to run back and forth over the tip. She felt a rush of juices between her legs.

"Someone work on the nipples. Let's see how much we can arouse her."

Sergei was more than willing, moving to the side of the chair. His fingers plucked at her nipples, first lightly rubbing over the twin peaks until he could feel them stiffen beneath his touch. His gentle touch became more, snapping one nipple with his fingernail, the soft thud ringing out in the room, her body jerking from the unexpected pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips clenched as she tried to fight the pleasure racing through her untrained body. By the time they were finished, his fingers tugged her nipples until the rubbery tips were stretched more than an inch, her back arched provocatively. Her pussy lips were drenched when Doctor Sanchez finally stopped masturbating the virgin girl.

"She is very responsive. I can only imagine how she will be once she loses her virginity."

She could taste blood as she clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out he scene of the men watching her being masturbated, biting her lip as the pleasure raced through her body. The doctor was rubbing her pleasure button, but someone else was pinching her nipples, a masochistic pleasure racing through her body as she was manhandled roughly.

She found no relief when they finally stopped touching her, wishing she could clench her legs.

"Check the rest, Doctor Sanchez." Sergei wanted to finish with Samantha. He needed relief, and Lauren would be the one to give him all that he wanted. He liked his sex rough, and Lauren would do little to stop him from having his pleasure.

Doctor Sanchez got up from the stool, wanting to check her gag reflexes next, saving the best for last. He moved to the side of her head, turning her to the side. He traced his fingers along her lips.

The Doctor was next to her, but his fingers were on her lips. She couldn't believe it, but his fingers were still wet from her sex. Shouldn't doctors wear gloves or at least wash their fingers in between touching me? She could taste the faint salty flavor, never tasting her own juices. The fingers began to push into her lips, Samantha unable to stop him from forcing her mouth open. She had a doctor check her throat before, a wooden stick used to make her gag, but this was different. First one finger, then two entered her mouth, rubbing over her gums and teeth. They pushed deeper into her mouth, her lips spreading wider as a third finger pushed in. "MMMgggh," her muffled cries doing little to stop him, the fingers never stopping as they pushed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. They began to push in and out of her lips, sliding along, her lips stretched each time his knuckles tried to enter her mouth.

"She can stretch wide. She should be able to take a very large member in her mouth."

Doctor Sanchez pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth, pushing her head against the back of the chair, twisting his hand from side to side, five fingers shoved in her mouth.

"Relax, Samantha," he told her, but she fought him even in her drugged state as the tips of his fingers reached the back of her mouth. "Open your throat for me," shoving hard with his fingers, her head pulled back, panic in her eyes, wet with tears as the sound of a loud gulp filled the silent room Her cheeks bulged out, her throat suddenly opening, his fingers taking advantage and shoving down. His fingers fought her throat muscles, Samantha struggling, almost able to see his fingers in her neck as he shoved them down her throat.

Her stomach was turning, her lips feeling like they were tearing. Why was the doctor shoving his hand down into my stomach? She couldn't stand much more of this, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe, the hand clogging her throat. She began to panic.

Doctor Sanchez pulled his fingers from her throat, waiting until she sucked in some air, then pushed back down her throat, another urgent gag, her stomach heaving up and down. He kept them in her throat, feeling the muscles trying to push them out, finally pulling them out as she coughed and gasped, drool running down her chin. "A lucky man will get great pleasure of fucking her throat. The gagging and her tight muscles will make him cum repeatedly. She's a natural cocksucker; she just needs to be trained in technique."

She tried to breathe and fill her lungs, gasping, unable to stop the drool from running out of her mouth and down her chin. She looked down, the doctor now on the stool between her legs. She felt the gentle hum of the chair again. Wasn't this nightmare over with yet? What was he going to do to me now?

Doctor Sanchez took out the tube of lubricant, spreading it on his little finger. If she still had her hymen, he could almost guarantee nothing was every up her ass. Her new owner would certainly remedy that situation, most men enjoying taking a girl up the ass, especially unwilling ones. He pushed the button, the stirrups rising up higher, the back of the chair going down, forcing Samantha's ass to rise up. Slowly and dramatically, her ass began to appear, the spread of her legs leaving little of her crack visible, just a tiny speck of a brown hole in a sea of white flesh. He rubbed his finger around the tight hole, teasing it, feeling the muscles clenching from the unnatural probing.

He couldn't be doing that. Not her backside. She felt something cold and wet being rubbed on her anal ring. The pressure increased, her tiny hole beginning to spasm from the unnatural touch of his finger. It slipped inside her before she knew what happened. It didn't hurt, just a strange fullness, her anal ring snapped shut around whatever was inside her. It felt like a snake crawling around in her rectum, never stopping as it slithered from side to side, pressing hard against her muscles. She couldn't escape it, sliding deeper inside her.

"I think her asshole is squeezing all the blood from my finger. Tightest hole I ever felt, even with just my small finger. He twisted his finger, fighting her muscles that tried to force his finger back out. "How do you like having something back there, Samantha?" He gave one hard shove, then pulled his finger out, all the men peering deep into the dark, mysterious hole until her anal ring finally shrunk down and closed. Her brown hole was now slightly red from the rude probing. Doctor Sanchez stood back up, going to the side of Samantha's head. He turned her head to the side.

He did the unspeakable to her. She was finally grateful when he pulled his finger from her butt, but he stood up, his hand tilting her head toward him, Samantha panicking when she saw what he was about to do. His finger, the one that was in her butt pushed into her mouth and ran over her tongue as if he were washing his soiled finger on the tongue. The tart taste filled her mouth, choking and gagging as he ran it all over her tongue and gums, finally wiping it on her lips as he pulled it out.

"You'll learn to clean anything that's been inside you." Doctor Sanchez stood up.

"Sergei, you have a prize specimen, virgin all around. Good luck tomorrow." All of them filed out, leaving Sergei alone with Samantha. He helped her dress. He took her to one of the rooms, laying her on the bed. He took out a needle, pressing it into the vein in her

arm, watching her eyes as the drugs raced to her brain. She looked blankly at him. "See you in the morning. It's Lauren that will satisfy my lust tonight. You are too valuable of a commodity for me to violate." He turned off the light and shut the door, the lock closing automatically. They would check on her later.





Chapter 4


Pain as a Motivator





Sergei went back to his room, taking a shower before he would visit Lauren. He wanted the drugs to wear off a little first. He wanted her conscious of everything he would do to her. He gathered up the toys he needed, put them in the red box. He walked down the hall, his cock already hard as the thought of the pleasure she would bring him tonight.

Lauren was on her belly, her hands tied behind her back, her ankles tied together.

The fog in her head was finally clearing, vague recollections coming back to her, her sore face testament to where she was hit. She tried to get her skirt to slide back down, but no matter how much she squirmed, it barely covered her panties. She had been kidnapped, almost positive that Samantha was kidnapped, also. She wasn't sure why, but she suspected for ransom, both of their parents wealthy. She only hoped that her parents would pay quickly and she could get out of here. They must have drugged her, a lingering tingle racing through her body just as she felt when she did coke, but this was more powerful, Lauren barely able to comprehend what was going on while under the drugs.

She hated the feeling, sure that they molested her. She panicked when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She turned toward the door, watching the handle to see if it would open.

Sergei put the key in the lock, opening the door, not surprised to see Lauren staring at the door, fear in her eyes. She had every reason to feel that way. He shut the door, putting down his red box of toys. She was still gagged, Sergei sitting on the bed next to her, his fingers digging into her mouth until he could pluck the soaked rag out, throwing it to the floor, spit flying off of it as hit the floor with a wet thud.

Lauren spit out the bits of rag that still filled her mouth. She looked up at him, Russian or Balkan descent, late forties but in good shape, large arms and thighs. He wasn't exactly good looking, more hardened features and an evil glint in his eyes. She feared him, especially since she was bound.

"What do you want?" She never saw it coming, her face rocked to one side, a fist landing on her chin, stars in her head as she fought the nausea in her stomach. She spit out blood on the bed from her lip.

"I didn't give you permission to talk," Sergei spit out.

"III'm sorry," she said, another punch catching her on her chin again, her head shooting up straight, feeling like a tooth was broken when her teeth mashed together.

"You're not very bright. I hope you fuck better than you think." Sergei stood up, slowly taking off his clothes. "Keep your eyes open and stare at me," he said when she tried to turn away as he undressed.

Lauren feared for her safety now. While she loved sex, the thought of being raped never appealed to her. Not even in a fantasy. Her head was pounding from the two

punches, and she feared more of the same. She kept her eyes on him as he took off his shirt, not an ounce of fat on him, firm abs, thick arms and a hairy chest. He unbuckled his pants, Lauren look down, a smirk on his face as he was about to reveal his cock. His pants slid down, his shorts showing the largest bulge she had ever seen. It was a monster. He pulled off his pants, rubbing his organ before he slipped the shorts off. The giant cock bounced up and down before it finally stopped. It had to be at least ten inches long, a thick head that was an angry red, two, massive balls hanging down between his legs, covered in thick, crinkly hair.

Sergei was proud of his cock, stroking his cock in front of the frightened girl. He sat on the bed next to her, first untying her ankles, his hand sliding up her leg, feeling the silky skin, daring her to stop him. Her legs were clamped tightly together, but he was stronger than her, pushing between them, finding her soft, inner thighs. He grabbed some of the skin, pinching her thighs hard, bruising the flesh as Lauren cried out in pain, her ass humping up to try to escape.

He was running his hand up her leg, high up, her skirt pushed onto her ass as the hand slid between her thighs. She tried to keep them closed but the drugs still made her weak, his hand too powerful. "EEEWWWW," she screamed out in pain, feeling like her thigh was caught in a vise, his fingers pinching the flesh until she knew she was bruised.

Her body jerked in pain, his hand pushing her legs farther apart, Lauren afraid that he would pinch her flesh again.

"You don't learn quickly, do you, Lauren?" Sergei spread her legs wider, pushing her skirt out of the way so he could see her ass. He loved thongs, revealing so much, a tiny strip of cloth hiding the treasures between her cheeks. "SSSMMMACCKK." He hit her ass cheek with all his strength, his large hand covering one cheek, the skin turning pink and then red almost immediately. He loved her muffled cry, Lauren shoving her face in the pillow. "SMMMMAAACCKK." Another blow, this time to her other cheek, his handprint almost showing on her white ass cheek. He ran his hand over her ass, feeling the heat from where he had hit her, her buttocks clenched tight, not knowing if he would hit her again.

Her ass was on fire, hitting her so hard that she was pushed into the bed. She hated that she had a thong on, his hand running over her naked buttocks, Lauren struggled to control her muscles, unsure if he was going to hit her again. She didn't know what to think when he began to untie her. It felt better when her hands were lose, the ropes too tight, all the feelings gone from her fingers and toes. She stayed still when he took the ropes off, her legs still spread, her skirt on her back.

"Stand up, Bitch." Sergei wanted her stripped naked. He got off the bed. He watched her get up slowly, the drugs and the bondage making her body stiff and unresponsive.

Lauren got off the bed, her body tense in fear, the man standing in front of her naked, his cock jerking up and down, almost touching her. She didn't know what to do, afraid of being raped but more afraid of being hurt. He had already punched her twice and spanked her, sure that he had no qualms about hurting her more. She had heard about men that got their thrills from hurting girls, sure that he was one.

"I am Sergei. Tomorrow you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Most buyers will turn you into a whore. There is a big demand for young, American girls, men willing to pay large sums of money to do the most perverse things to your young body." He saw the

shocked look on her face, sure that she expected to be ransomed and freed to go back to her carefree life.

She couldn't stand it. She refused to be turned into a whore for perverts. "Never!"

Her voice was adamant.

Sergei punched her in the stomach, her body lurching over as she gasped for air. He grabbed her by the top of her head, yanking her up by her hair, a scream on her lips, tears in her eyes as he punched her in the face, letting her go to fall on the bed like a sack of potatoes.

"AAHH, AWWEE," Lauren trying to suck in precious air, her stomach turning over and over, fighting back the nausea. Her face hurt, blood dripping down from her chin. When she didn't think it could get any worse, it did. She felt her hair ripping out of her head as he yanked her back up, her legs unable to keep her up, almost dragged on the floor.

He loved the expression on her face, his cock jerking in pleasure as he held her with one hand by her hair, the other hand slapping her face from one side to the next four times before he threw her on the bed again. She landed with a thump on her back, Sergei on top of her in a second. A sharp kidney punch, a sharp cry from her lips and her body slumped on the bed, sobbing and crying. She had a frightened look on her face. That is the way he liked it. Now it was time to have his pleasure with her.

Sergei walked over to the table, opening up the red box and taking out the ring gag.

The large metal ring was covered with leather, but it was worn from use, the leather stained with the saliva and blood of the unfortunate girls that wore it before, the leather cut where teeth bit into it in defense. It was large, much too large for most girls, but he did that on purpose. Lauren would soon learn what pain was. She was still slumped on the bed when he walked over to her. He pushed the ring gag into her mouth, forcing her bloodied lips open and then shoved hard to fit the top piece over her teeth and then over the bottom row of teeth. Her mouth strained wide to open, a gaping hole that was made for his cock. As much as he would love to fuck her mouth without it, he didn't trust her enough to do it without the ring gag.

"MMMGGGG," Lauren struggling as Sergei shoved something into her mouth. It had a foul, leathery taste, banging painfully against her upper teeth, and then he pushed her mouth open wide, forcing the bottom part over her lower teeth. It felt like her lips were tearing as he forced it into her mouth with brute strength, almost grateful when it hooked over her lower teeth. Lauren was unable to close her mouth. Drool began to run out of her mouth and down her chin. Her hands started to move up to her mouth to push it out, but she was punched in the stomach again, her body slumped on the bed, gasping for air once again.

Sergei grabbed her by the hair, yanking her off the bed, forcing her to her knees but not before he ripped the blouse from her, the bra stretched until it finally tore apart, the straps leaving red marks in her flesh. Her naked tits bounced erotically. He slapped her tits, one then the other, making them bounce like Jell-O. She slumped to the floor on her knees, Sergei's hand twisted in her hair to hold her upright.

She found herself half-naked, her blouse and bra ripped off, Sergei doing the unbelievable and slapping her breasts painfully. She was forced to her knees, knowing what he wanted from her. He was going to make her suck his cock, and she couldn't do a thing to stop him. Even worse, she feared why he needed the strange contraption that kept her mouth open.

He looked at her bloodied face, her eyes filled with tears, spit running down her chin, her mouth opened wide, her pink tongue visible. Sergei hefted his cock, rubbing the head over her lips as if he were painting them with lipstick instead of the sperm that dripped from his overexcited cock. He laughed as he began to feed his cock into the gaping hole that was her mouth. "You don't have to do a thing, Lauren. I'll do all the work."

She felt the hot flesh of his cock on her lips, feeling the moisture, knowing that it was sperm. She never expected to ever let a boy put his cock in her mouth, but that was about to come to a crashing end. Sergei's hands on her head were too tight, feeling like her head was about to explode. She felt the cock slip into her mouth, pushing down her tongue as it pushed deeper into her mouth. She couldn't do anything as he rubbed his cock inside her mouth, over her teeth, pushing out her cheeks, all while it leaked salty sperm onto her taste buds. The hot flesh filled her mouth, the taste of his sperm coating her taste buds with the salty, thick juice. Lauren felt sick, fighting to keep from gagging as the thick cock began to plunge in and out of her mouth, his hands on her head holding her submissive, his hips fucking her mouth. The gag kept her mouth open, the pain overshadowed by the cock that violated her mouth.

"I wish I could enjoy you without the ring gag, but I don't trust you. Your new Master will train you to suck a cock willingly." Sergei began to pump his cock in her mouth deeper, powerful thrusts smashing the head of his cock against the back of her throat, hearing her muffled gasps. He felt the tremendous pressure as the thick, bottle-like head of his cock was forced into the tiny opening of her throat. He shoved hard, his cock slamming into her throat, her tiny opening forced to open, his cockhead crushed to get inside the small opening.

Her hands were at her side, afraid to move them, but he was pushing too far, the cock in her mouth slamming to the back of her mouth. "UUGGGH," her muffled gasp, the thick head feeling like a giant stopper placed at the entrance to her throat. He shoved, holding it against her throat, afraid of what he was going to do. It was too big to shove into her throat, but he didn't pull away, keeping the tremendous pressure.

Sergei couldn't contain his lust any longer, his hands gripping her head, a powerful thrust of his hips, and he felt the tremendous pressure around the head of his cock as it thrust into the tight opening of her throat. It felt like it was captured in a vise, the small hole compressing the flesh as he forcefully shoved it down her throat. She struggled but he continued, pulling out, but only far enough to give him more leverage to shove harder back in.

Her stomach heaved, gagging as the cock violated her throat. She sucked in precious air through her nose, struggling to fill her lungs. Her throat felt like it was being rubbed raw, the cock forcing her muscles into submission, her gagging only allowing him greater access to her throat as it opened wide in response. He kept pumping, feeling like a giant snake was being forced into her stomach, more and more of his cock shoved into her throat. Drool ran out her mouth, bathing her naked breasts. Lauren didn't know how much more she could stand.

Sergei still had a quarter of his cock outside her mouth. He enjoyed the way her muscles fought back, rippling up and down his cock, exciting it. He didn't think he could last much longer, the first of many cums with this young girl bubbling up in his balls.

Lauren's fingers dug into her palms until they were bloodied, suffering the cruel mouth rape, her lips feeling like they were torn, her throat filled with the pulsating cock. He

pumped it in and out, never taking it all the way out, her throat always forced open by the unyielding, hard cock. She felt it begin to bulge, hearing his frenzied breathing, his hands pushed into her head until she thought it would explode. He was ready to cum, and she couldn't do anything about it.

His balls ached, needing release, Sergei fucking her throat, seeing her tits dancing as he fucked her hard. "Take it, my little bitch," Sergei pulling out until just the tip of his cock was encased in her tight throat and then fucked hard, sending a quarter of his cock down her throat by sheer brute strength. He felt the tremors in his balls as the sperm raced up and shot out the head, pumping a powerful jet of sperm directly into her stomach.

"GGGLLUBB," his powerful thrust sending his cock deep into her throat, able to feel the sperm racing up the shaft and pump into her. At least she was spared the foul taste of his sperm, jetting into her stomach, the hot creme filling her. He pumped jet after jet into her stomach, finally pulling his cock from her throat. "EEEGHH," Lauren bending over, spit and sperm spilling from her mouth onto the floor.

Sergei looked at her, his cock still semi-hard in spite of cumming in her mouth. He yanked her up, grabbing a fistful of hair. "Hold still, Bitch." She trembled as he took the gag from her mouth. He let her go, Lauren bending over onto the floor.

"Get up. I want to see the rest of that body. We're going to fuck." Sergei's cock began to harden as she stood up, gazing at her breasts, covered with a thin layer of spit where she drooled all over herself. "Take off the skirt and thong. I want to see your pussy."

Even though she had sex with boys and didn't mind showing off her body, this was completely different. He was going to rape her. Her fingers could barely undo her skirt, finally falling to her feet. She kicked it out of the way, trying to prolong the inevitable. She was humiliated as she bent over and began to pull her thong down, her breast hanging down, his eyes on her as she pulled her thong off. She stood back up, fighting the urge to put her hands over her shorn mound, his cock growing longer and harder as his eyes raped her mound.

"A cunt just like a little girl, all clean and shaved. Spread your legs." She didn't hesitate, having learned her painful lesson. "Pull them lips apart, let me see everything."

Her inner lips were a pretty pink. Sergei began to stroke his cock, looking at her, seeing the dark, mysterious hole that he would soon rape. "On the bed and spread your legs."

He made her perform like a cheap whore; Lauren forced to expose her most intimate secrets to his raping eyes. The time had come now, lying down on the bed, forced to spread her legs. His cock jutted out in front of him as he walked over to the bed, his hand stoking it.

"Open your legs wide," Sergei slapping her thighs until she bowed out her legs, bending her knees until her pussy spread open like a ripe flower for him to pluck. He ran his hand up to her pussy, his large palm able to encase it all, squeezing her as he would a cantaloupe. He climbed on the bed, kneeling between her widespread legs, fisting his cock as he lay down on top of her.

She hated it when his naked body lay on her, his hairy chest feeling like steel wool on her nipples, his large legs between hers, forcing her to spread so wide that her crotch ached. She felt the blunt end of his cock rubbing up and down her slit, her lips forced open. She would never have permitted an older man to fuck her, but she had little choice in the matter now, and she didn't even want to consider her future. She first had to survive

today, positive that she would be rescued soon. She smelled his bad breath, his face inches from her, hoping that he wouldn't kiss her. His hairy chest rubbed up and down over her nipples, forcing the tips to harden in spite of her revulsion.

Sergei forced his cock against the tight hole, feeling the heat from the young girl's cunt engulf his cock. He kissed her, his tongue forcing its way through her lips to explore her gums and teeth. His began to thrust into her, the head of his cock breaching her tight opening, a gasp from her lips captured by his kiss. She was tight, as tight as her throat, his cock forcing its way into her dry hole. He didn't care about her pain, only afraid of skinning his cock with such a dry hole. He would fuck her no matter what. She could make it easier if she got wet.

His cock stabbed into her belly like a knife, first just the head, but he gradually opened her up under the onslaught, deep punishing thrust driving his cock so deep that it crashed against her cervix painfully. She felt like she was filled until she would burst open, stretching her tender membranes as she screamed into his mouth, his lips still covering hers. She felt his cock pull back, sucking her insides out with it, then ram into her with the full force of his hips as his thick organ stretched her insides.

It had been a long time since he felt something as tight and hot as this cunt, slicing his cock in and out faster, her insides clinging to his cock as though she was enjoying it. He wanted more, wanting her to join in. He released his mouth from hers, Lauren sucking in deep breaths of air, her chest rising and falling as she filled her lungs. His hands slid under her ass, his large hands each encompassing a firm cheek.

His hands were hard and rough on her buttocks, strong fingers digging into her cheeks, pulling her up to meet the raping thrusts of his cock in her belly. She had no choice, her pussy finally growing damp if she wanted to survive this terrible rape. He ground his cock from side to side, stretching her insides to accommodate the thick shaft and bulbous head. His fingers dug into her cheeks, her crack parted, Lauren feeling her anus stretched wide. Lauren wished it were over.

"You're going to ride me," Sergei threatened her. His fingers inched close to her crack until he found it, her tiny anus. Her ass crack was sweat drenched so it was easy, his finger wet with her sweat, pressed up against her anus, feeling the tight hole fighting to keep it out, spasms running up and down the tight muscles. He caught her unexpectedly, his finger forced into her rectum in a vicious stab, her hips shooting up in defense, only to fuck her pussy onto his waiting cock.

"NO!" She shouted out her defiance in spite of what he might do. His finger was in her backside, twisting and turning, forcing her to meet the punishing strokes of his raping cock. It hurt worse, his cock pounding harder and harder into her, his finger grinding inside her until it felt like they would meet in some dark, mysterious place deep in her body. His finger was pushing in deeper, sliding in and out, breaching her backside painfully, her muscles clenching uncontrollably to force the intruder out.

"That's what I like," sticking his finger harder up her ass, twisting and turning it while her body shook beneath him. He could almost feel his cock with his finger, shoved deep into her guts, pushing hard against the soft walls of her rectum, forcing her to jerk back and forth beneath him.

It felt like a spear was up her backside, always moving deeper inside her, banging painfully against places that shouldn't be touched from the outside. Her hips moved back and forth, trying to escape, fucking back as if she were enjoying being raped. Her anal

ring was stretched, a second thick finger shoved along side the first, the fat knuckles banging against the tight opening and then popping inside her. She bucked more as the twin fingers stabbed into her bowels. He was humping her faster and faster, his cock a blur as it shoved in and out, his body slapping against her, her breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her hard and fast. Her insides were rubbed raw by his cock and her backside burned as his fingers kept plunging in and out. She prayed that he would cum, even though she knew it would be inside her.

Her rectum sucked his fingers inside like a blast furnace, imaging what it would feel like to sodomize her, but he needed to save the tight hole for her new Master. He didn't want to sell her with a battered anus, swollen and red. It was time to cum again, her pussy clinging to his cock like a second skin, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft like hundreds of fingers massaging his cock.

His cock began to spurt thick wads of sperm in her belly, the hot fluid bathing against her soft insides like molten lava. Her belly gripped his cock uncontrollably in response to the squirting cock, the cock growing bigger each time just before another powerful jet of hot sperm bathed her insides. She could feel his sperm leaking from her pussy, running down between her legs and over his fingers. The fingers shoved deeper inside her, coated with his sperm they slid easier, slicing along her anal track. He pumped his cock feverishly until he finally finished cumming, her pussy finally forcing his cock from her raped hole. His fingers were the last to pull out, her anus feeling the relief as it was finally free of the impaling fingers. He finally got off her body, her skin scratched raw by his beard and chest hairs, her pussy battered and her backside felt as if his fingers were still in her.

"Over here, on your knees. You still have one job left. You'll clean my cock with your mouth." He was taking a chance of putting his cock in her mouth without the ring gag, but a couple of slaps to remind her of the consequences was all that was needed.

The slap ripped across her face, repeated again and again, her head thrown from side to side, sobbing as her face exploded in pain. He finally stopped, Lauren looking up at his sperm-covered cock dangling in front of her face. She knew what she had to do. At least her ordeal would be over when she finished this dirty job.

"Lick it clean." He was growing impatient. Finally, her fingers curled around the semi-limp shaft, her head moving closer. Her tongue came out of her mouth, taking a broad swipe with her tongue to lick it from his balls all the way up to the head. She paused, turning her head to begin licking the shaft, her hand holding it lightly.

She almost choked on the salty, thick sperm that coated his cock, but her face still tingled with pain from his slaps, her tongue obediently licking it from the base all the way to the head, her hand keeping it from jerking as her tongue ran all over the head until it was glistening with her spit.

"Kiss it; show me how much you appreciated your fucking."

She had no choice, kissing the head of his cock as though she should be thanking him for mouth fucking and raping her. Finally, he left her alone, Lauren sobbing on the bed.

She jumped when the door opened again, cringing in the corner of the bed as the man came at her with a needle in his hand. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong, pinning her to the bed with one hand. She felt the hotness running through her veins as he pushed the plunger on the needle. She began to drift away, her mind growing cloudy,

her senses dulled as she slumped to the bed. She didn't even hear the door closing and locking.





Chapter 5


A Lesson in Pain





It only became to come back to her slowly, the cloud lifting from her head. She was in a dark, hot place, moving, able to hear and feel the road beneath her. She must be in a truck. Samantha tried to move but she was bound. She was bent over, her arms thrust behind her, attached almost to her ankles. There was something that was binding her legs, spreading her legs as she tested it, hearing something metal banging on the floor. It held her body rigid, her back aching, sure that she must have been in this position for a long time. There was a gag in her mouth. She thought she could hear breathing in the space beside her. Was it Lauren? Her body was drenched in sweat, at least glad that she had clothes on. It felt like hours before she felt the truck stopping. She waited, scared when someone finally opened the doors, the bright sun shining into the back of the truck, blinding her as the oppressive heat that followed hit her.

They were just arriving after the auction, now Micha's personal property. Micha saw both of them, his cock hard at the sight of their firm, tight ass thrust up in the air obscenely, their spread legs leaving them defenseless. He loved the spreader bar between their legs, their arms thrust back behind him, arching their ass up submissively.

Their clothes were plastered to their body with sweat, outlining sexy, young bodies that were his to do as he wished. The other men joined him in the back of the truck. They had arrived at the destination, a secluded hacienda along the desolate beach.

"Take them inside." The men picked up the girls like they didn't weigh a thing, carrying them off inside the house. "Get that one ready for the demonstration," ordering them to prepare Lauren. She would be punished to teach Samantha the futility of disobedience.

He wanted Samantha to submit to him willingly. She would give up the innocence of mouth, pussy and even her ass to him.

Samantha found herself dumped in a lavish bedroom. It was huge, a large four-poster bed in the center, but the room was filled with other furniture, most of it Samantha refusing to acknowledge. They all had straps scattered around each piece, the furniture having only one purpose. It would keep someone bound and available to whatever perversions they would want to commit on her.

A man came into the room, Samantha trying to look up to see him. He was handsome, though he was much older. He had dark skin, but he looked at her like a piece of meat and that scared her more than anything else. She was grateful when he undid her from the strange contraption, pulling it away from her body, her muscles refusing to work for a moment.

"Get up, Samantha." Micha's voice boomed loudly.

Samantha was finally able to stand up, her bones cracking, her back aching. He overshadowed her, so much larger than she was, his arms as big as her thighs, but there wasn't a hint of fat on him. What did he want from me? Why was I brought here? She finally got enough nerve to ask the question, more afraid of the answer. "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice cracked as she said it.

"I bought you both."

"Bought?" Small recollections came into her head. She thought it was a dream or nightmare. What happens if they were true? She remembered being captured, but after that, it was all hazy. A strange room, Samantha paraded before bright lights, hands touching her inappropriately. All of it was shrouded in a haze. "You can't buy people."

"I did. You were sold at an auction, you and Lauren. I paid almost a million dollars for the both of you, so I intend to get my money's worth." His cock grew harder at the thought of taking all of her virgin holes.

"Your money's worth? What are you going to do with us?"

"With a lovely, young body like you have, do you really have to ask? I'm going to turn you both into teen whores for me."

"I'll never be a whore?" Samantha boasted defiantly.

"I think you will. Lauren has already seen the power of persuasion. I am arranging a demonstration of what will happen to you if you fail to cooperate. She will suffer so you can see what you can look forward to if you try to defy me."

"Don't hurt her. Please."

"I will enjoy the show. After that, we are going to make some video's to send to your father. Ransom videos."

Maybe she had a chance. If they were sending ransom videos to her father, he would pay them, and she could go home. She just had to do whatever was needed until she could be rescued. "My father will pay; just don't hurt me."

"I'm afraid that is not possible. We are going to show your father you losing your innocence to me. The first video will have you learning to suck my cock. The second one is where you will bust your cherry on my cock. The final one is when you will sit on my cock, driving it up your virgin asshole. He will have three days to find you. If he is unsuccessful, I will take you and Lauren, and we will leave this county and go back to mine. I have many very wealthy friends that will pay princely sums of money to do the most perverted acts with your young bodies, defiling them and abusing them in the most heinous manner. They will enjoy hearing your screams."

Samantha could never do that, especially for her father to see. She would refuse, no matter what. He couldn't make me, could he?

"You have half an hour to take a shower and put on the clothes I put out for you. Or I can send in one of my men to help you. Either way you will obey."

"I'll be ready," Samantha knowing he had no qualms about a man stripping her and throwing her into the shower. She could see the serious look etched on his face.

She took a shower, but she felt violated as she took off her clothes, looking around the room for cameras not really knowing what she should be looking for. She tried to cover her body whenever possible. She dried herself off, wrapping a towel around her, seeing the clothes laid out on the bed. There was a short, blue plaid skirt, pleated around the hips. A powder blue, cashmere sweater lay next to it. The bra and panties were a pale blue silk. At least the panties weren't a thong. She dressed quickly, pulling the tight, short panties on, barely covering her bush. She threw the towel off as she put on the bra, quickly snapping it shut, feeling better that she at least had on underwear. The skirt and sweater were next, the pleats on the skirt pulling it tight over her butt, the sweater a little too tight, her breasts hugged by the cashmere. The shoes were heels, out of place with

the rest of the outfit, black straps hugging her ankles tightly. She turned when she heard the door opening, the same man walking in without so much as a knock.

"You certainly are a pretty girl. Let me see you. Put your hands at your side." Micha's cock sprung to attention as he looked over her body. Nice firm, young tits that almost pointed to the ceiling, a hint of arousal pushing out the soft sweater. "Turn around and stop," he ordered her. "I won't tell you again," his voice booming louder as she hesitated.

His eyes were raping her, Samantha ashamed as she looked down to see the bulge in his pants. She blushed when she saw him catching her looking down. She felt the humiliation as she turned around, sure that his eyes were staring at her ass, the skirt pulled tightly over her cheeks. She suffered the embarrassment for long minutes until he finally told her to turn around again.

"Time for your lesson." Micha put his arm around her waist as he led her down the hallway to the training room. He pulled her closer, enjoying the touch of the soft sweater and her skin beneath it.

Samantha was shocked to see Lauren. She was bound, her arms drawn up high toward the ceiling, her legs not even touching the ground. She could see the muscles in her arms drawn taut by the bondage. She saw the same thing they probably used on Samantha, a black metal bar between her legs that kept her spread wide. Too wide, the bar at least four feet wide, black leather straps attached to the bar affixed to her ankles, pushed deep into her white flesh. She was naked, stark naked for all to see, her body spread obscenely, all of her treasures on display. Is this what I could look forward to?

They were behind a glass window, Lauren in the room alone but not for long. The door opened, a man walking in. He was at least sixty, though he didn't look that old. His hair was black with a hint of grey hinting of his age. He was in good shape, though his step was of an older man, not a young, virile boy.

"Mr. Sweeney, an American. He has paid dearly to be the first with Lauren. While she is not a virgin as you are, it has been many years since he had a girl as young and tight as Lauren. He also enjoys pain, inflicting it on his helpless victims. It allows him to enjoy his pleasure with her more when her body is tight with pain. He has some delightful toys to use on Lauren." Micha continued to hold Samantha, pulling her close to him as they stared through the window.

Bill Sweeney had seen pictures of Lauren but nothing like the way she was prepared for him. He had her for eight hours. It cost him dearly, fifty thousand dollars, but he would extract all the pleasure he could from her in those few hours. She was spread before him, no gag, Bill wanting to hear her screams. Naked and open. She was more than he had expected, her pussy lips pulled back by the wide spread of her legs, her pink inner lips glistening in the bright lights. Her breasts stood up majestically, begging for his harsh attention.

"Don't hurt me," Lauren begged, knowing that she wasn't bound to be just fucked. She feared the pain they would inflict on her. She heard about men like this, masochists, getting their pleasure from inflicting pain on helpless woman.

"We are going to be together for a while, Lauren. I am going to enjoy that lovely body in ways you can't even imagine. I think it's time to decorate it. I know women love their jewelry, and I have brought you some of my special pieces." Bill began to lay out his jewelry on the table for her to see. He took the first one, moving in front of her, his eyes feasting on her firm breast. His fingers curled around the brown nipple, tapping the end of

his finger back and forth over the tip, lightly scratching it with his nail until he aroused it, the tip swelling under his ministration until her nipple swelled to a hard point. "You arouse easily, Lauren. That is good; it will make it much easier if your pussy gets wet for me."

Bill held up the gleaming metal nipple clamp, the light shining off the stainless steel clamp, the inside of the clamp were serrated, deep grooves that would cut deep into her flesh and hold it no matter how much he yanked on it.

She held her breath as he teased her nipple, trying to fight the touch, stimulating it to a hardness that she feared. In his other hand was an evil looking clamp, sharp edges waiting to dig deep into her nerve-rich nipple flesh. She hated that such an old man was going to violate her body, but she feared the pain much worse. She watched as the clamp opened in his hand, the two ends of the clamp pressed around her nipple until she could feel the cold metal stimulating it to a greater hardness. "EEEEEEWWWW," she screamed out in pain. Her nipple felt like it was crushed in a steel vise, the clamp biting into her flesh until it was crushed between the two unyielding metal clamps. The pain shot through her breast and raced to her brain as she struggled to breathe.

Samantha could see her nipple crushed by the clamp, her flesh pinched so tight together that there was very little showing except for a trickle of blood where the sharp teeth cut her flesh. Another scream tore from Lauren's mouth as the man tugged on the clamp, stretching it out, tears staining Lauren's cheeks as she suffered the cruel treatment. Samantha couldn't even fathom the pain.

"Now for the other, Lauren. I wouldn't want your other nipple to feel neglected." He was already preparing it, his fingernail scratching over the sensitive skin of her nipple until it was aroused by the sharp nail. He was rewarded with another scream by the time he snapped the clamp on her other nipple, pulling it to extract further screams from her lips.

Her body shook in pain, the metal bar keeping her spread banging noisily against the buckle of the leather straps on her ankles. It felt like knives were thrust in the center of her breasts, piercing into the deepest meat of her flesh to rip at all the sensors in the nerves. When the pain would fade to a dull ache, he would tug on the clamps, igniting a fresh bout of pain to shoot through her body. Finally, the pain faded to a dull ache in her breasts, Lauren's body tense as she waited for his fingers to slap at the clamps again.

"We have more, Lauren." Bill picked up another clamp, this one bigger. His fingers slid down over her shorn mound, his finger slipping between her pulled-back lips to find her inner lips damp. "Yes, a pain slut." He began to masturbate her, his finger sliding up and down her slit, spreading the juices that he coaxed from her untrained body.

Lauren couldn't help it, her pussy getting wet in spite of the pain. She could never resist a boy's fingers in her pussy, and this older man was an expert at touching her in all the right places. Not even the thought of what he would do to her once he got her wet could kill the pleasure that began to run between her legs. She felt a finger enter her, sliding in, twisting and turning, opening her up. It was joined by a second, her juices beginning to flow freely.

Micha enjoyed the spectacle, holding Samantha next to him. "Would you like that to be you, Samantha? Your lovely tits crushed beneath the powerful jaws of a clamp."

She wouldn't be able to stand it. "No," she answered meekly.

"Hold still and don't move," Micha warned her.

She saw his hand slid up over her side, higher up, knowing where it was going. He was going to touch her breast, and she could do nothing to stop him. His hand moved to

the outside of her arm, Samantha looking down as it slid over the front of her one breast.

She could feel her nipple harden beneath the sweater, ashamed that his touch incited such a lust in her. His large hand encircled her breast, squeezing her flesh harshly.

"Nice tit." Her hand was at her side, her fist clenched tight as she suffered the indignation of being openly fondled.

"EEEHHHH!" Lauren's scream drew their attention back. Her face was contorted in pain, two clamps attached to her pussy lips, one on each side. They pulled her lips open, hanging down toward the ground, her pussy lips grotesquely pulled open.

"No more," Lauren cried out, but he lined her pussy lips with the clamps, four of them in total, her soft petals crushed beneath the sharp jaws of the clamps.

Bill stroked her tear-stained face. "Does it hurt, Lauren? Just wait, I'm just getting started." Bill took out the weights, half-pound weights with hooks on them that would attach to the clamps.

Her scream was inhuman, Bill placing the weights on the nipple clamps, holding them up for a moment, suddenly releasing them simultaneously, falling toward the ground. The clamps dug into her flesh, refusing to release, the sharp teeth biting harsher. Her proud, firm breasts were yanked harshly out of shape, her nipples stretched, feeling as if they were being torn from her body, her cone-shaped breasts stretched and pulled toward the ground.

"Now for your pussy, Lauren. These are bigger, one-pound weights. They'll feel like they are tearing your lips off." Bill placed the weights on carefully, releasing them one at a time, the lower ones first. Her pussy lips were yanked a full two inches before they stopped stretching, the clamps sporting a bright red trickle of blood where they dug into her flesh.

"AAAAGGGHH," Lauren sobbing from the pain. The first two were bad enough, but he wasn't finished, two more weights applied to the other clamps, feeling like he was ripping her body to shreds. The weights took long minutes to stop moving, every movement shooting fresh bouts of pain between her legs. She couldn't believe the pain that her body was experiencing. Every breath made the weights on her nipples pull.

Bill was ready to take his pleasure from Lauren. The first of many. He began to take off his clothes, his hard cock bobbing uncontrollably in front of him as he stared at his naked toy. He moved around behind her, his hands sliding over her hips. "I suspect you have never been ass fucked, Lauren." He took out the tube of lubricant, slowly stroking it over his cock until it glistened.

What was he going to do to her? Samantha couldn't see what he said to her, but he was behind her, Samantha still naïve as far as sex was concerned. Samantha saw the panicked look on Lauren's face, seeing her body jerking, the weights tugging harsher on her nipples and lips. Why didn't she hold still?

It was too big. Lauren felt the hot slick flesh pushed between her cheeks, the wide spread of her legs leaving her defenseless to close her cheeks. It was too big for her tiny backside. Why did they always touch me back there? She still remembered the way Sergei rode his fingers up her butt to force her to dance on his cock when he raped her. It was only getting worse, feeling the pressure on her backside, the slick grease on his cock allowing his cock to open up her defenseless anal ring. She felt it stretching open, her body jerked forward with each thrust of his hips, the weights dancing beneath her body, pulling on her nipples and lips with painful regularity. "AAAhhh," she gasped in surprise,

her anal ring suddenly popping open, the head of his cock trapped in her rectum. She couldn't believe it, but his jerking cock in her guts a constant reminder that she was being raped in the ass.

No, he couldn't be doing that. It was as Micha had told her that she would have to submit to him. Lauren was being violated in her backside. Samantha could see the expression on her face, part pain, part disgust. Laruen tried to hold still, but the man was behind her, his hands holding her hips as he began to pump his hips back and forth.

Samantha could only imagine what it would feel like to have a large organ shoved up her backside.

Lauren tried to hold still, but it was hard when a thick cock was being shoved up her backside. Her guts were churning as the cock dug deeper into her guts, sliding in and out, forcing her muscles to submit as it raped her. She could feel it going in deeper, her insides stretched. It hurt as much when he pulled out as when he pushed in, her insides dragged out by the powerful suction, Lauren feeling it slamming back up her ass with a powerful thrust. The weights dangled from her body, every movement making her jerk in pain, tightening up on the cock that slid up her ass.

Bill couldn't believe the delight he felt in her ass. Her muscles gripped his cock, rippling up and down the shaft, the painful tug of the weights making her tighter if that was even possible. He gave her the full measure of his cock, six inches of steel cock shoved in her intestines with a powerful thrust that shook her body.

Samantha was forced to watch the obscene ass rape until she saw the man behind Lauren shove hard, screaming out in pleasure. Samantha could only imagine the shame that Lauren was going through when he spit his foul seed up her backside. At last he pulled out, his soiled cock covered with slimy sperm. He took off the weights and clamps from Lauren's body slowly, a fresh cry from her lips as the blood rushed back into the tortured skin as each clamp was pulled off.

Bill stood back, her nipples were dark red, trickles of blood still on the tortured flesh.

Her pussy lips were red, deep grooves where the clamps dug into the flesh. He needed to get hard before he could fuck her again but that would be easy. He picked up the red and black whip. It had over twenty tresses, knots in the ends to bring about the most pain.

"I'm going to start with your tits and then move on to between your legs. Whipping your pussy should get me hard enough to fuck your pussy. Then your mouth can bring me back to life again."

"Are you ready to submit, Samantha? Or would you like me to string you up like Lauren. I would love to whip that lovely virgin pussy until you agreed to submit to me."

The first lash of the whip landed on Lauren with a loud thud, her breasts shaking as the knotted tresses sought out her bruised and bloodied nipples, Lauren screaming out in pain.

Samantha knew she had no choice. She would have to submit to the humiliating acts he wanted from her. She didn't know how she would do it, but she only knew that she wouldn't survive the terrible pain that they were inflicting on Lauren. The man was whipping her hard, first her breasts and now he was swinging the whip up between her legs to attack her pussy, Lauren's voice hoarse from screaming. "I will do what you want."

She only hoped that her father would rescue her or pay the ransom.





Chapter 6


Ransom Video #1





James sat in the darkened room, not telling Alice about the package that arrived.

They had been trying to call Samantha for two days, no answer. James has hired a local Mexican detective to check on her, reporting back her disappearance. The Mexican police were not extremely cooperative, even with the prodding of the United States embassy. James didn't know whether it was incompetency or greed that drove them to ignore her disappearance.

"We have many gringo girls that disappear for a few days and then go home. Most of them are seduced by one of our Latin lovers. Call us in a couple of days if she still doesn't come home." The Mexican police captain explained to James over the telephone.

The package wasn't marked, overnight delivery bringing it to his door early this morning. He opened it, one of those brand new iPhones. The one that took and played video's. He knew what it was. There was no note with it. He excused himself after breakfast, telling Alice he brought home some work he needed to do. He was trying to keep Alice calm and she was taking sedatives to help her cope with the realities of the situation.

He sat in the chair, turning on the iPhone. It came to life immediately when he pushed the power button. He didn't have to do anything before the screen turned a deep blue. A man's voice boomed out of the speaker, James fumbling to turn the volume down, afraid that Alice might hear it. The voice had an accent, James not sure exactly from where, but it sounded Russian or one of the former Soviet Union countries. It was very educated and articulate, James paying attention to every detail. He would have it analyzed once he listened to it.

"I have kidnapped your lovely daughter, Samantha, and her friend, Lauren. You will have three days to find her and rescue her. After that time, I will leave Mexico and return to my country, bringing the two lovely girls with me. You will never find me there. I am too powerful. There will be clues on the videos I send you each day, but watch carefully. The phones will self-destruct as soon as this is played or three hours from delivery. In each video, there will be hints of where we are holding your daughter."

James looked at his watch, two hours since the phone was delivered. He still had time.

"You should be very proud of Samantha. She is still a virgin at her age, not like her slutty friend, Lauren. I have purchased them both at a very special auction, where young girls like your daughter are sold to the highest bidder. I bought both of them but was intrigued by your virgin daughter. Unless you find her in three days, I plan to turn them both into teen whores for my wealthy friends."

Shock hit James at the calm way he said these things. He was going to do perverted things to his innocent daughter. He had to watch it to see what he could learn. He was observant, sure that he would find clues that the detective could use to locate her. He turned back to the screen.

"Since I will have to wait three days, I have convinced Samantha to my way of thinking. After seeing what men did to her friend, Lauren, she has consented to give up her innocence to me willingly. Each day I will take one of them. Today you will watch as she learns to take a man in her mouth and bring him off. Tomorrow I will take her most

precious innocence, her hymen. Or I should say, Samantha will take it herself. I will instruct her on technique. The last day she will take my cock up her virgin asshole, an act that I find entirely enjoyable though not sure she will enjoy it as much as I do. Now, don't do anything rash like turning off this video or not watching its entirety. It might be your only chance to get your precious daughter back. She is counting on you. You can't even imagine what my friends will pay to do things to Samantha's young body. Her life will be only cocks and more cocks, always forced to satisfy cocks."

The screen was silent for a moment, James anger overpowering him. He would get this man and the police wouldn't be able to help him. He will die a very painful death for all that he does to Samantha.

"Now that you have calmed down, we can continue."

Samantha was in the bedroom, the man standing next to her, talking into an unseen camera. She knew that they were being videotaped, and her father would watch it. That was the hardest part. Not only was she expected to perform sexual acts on this monster, but her father would have to see her. He would see her disgracing herself.

Micha put the black stocking mask over his face, only his eyes, nose and mouth were exposed to protect his identity. He moved the chair into the center of the room, making sure all the cameras would be in focus. He would edit it to show the most advantageous video to become the tape. His cock throbbed in his pants at what he was about to do, the danger, excitement and the sexual pleasure this young virgin would bring him.

"Speak to your father, Samantha. Look over at the dresser, there is a camera there.

Tell him anything you want."

Samantha looked over at the dresser, not seeing anything different, but she began.

"Daddy. I'm okay, so far. These men are evil. They whipped and raped Lauren and told me they would do the same to me if I didn't surrender my virginity to him. I pray that you will find me before it is too late. And that you will forgive me for what he will force me to do in front of you. I am still your only daughter, no matter what he takes from me."

"Are you finished?"

"Yes," even though she knew she would have to perform now.

"Come closer. I am going to teach you how to pleasure a man's cock using your hands and your mouth. If you do not perform energetically for me, I will have a man come in here with a whip and see if he can persuade you to be more enthusiastic. Then you will have two men to pleasure with your mouth. Do you understand, Samantha?" She stood next to him, her body trembling. He looked at her face, innocent green eyes looking back at him, full lips that he could already imagine wrapped around his cock, silky skin that would look good with sperm dripping down it. He gazed down to her breasts, remembering how firm and resilient they were when he played with them before. He liked his girls naked from the waist up when they sucked his cock, his hands free to play with their tits while their mouth pleasured him.

She stood paralyzed as his hands touched her hips, not sure what he was doing. Or what he was going to do. His hands grabbed the bottom of her sweater, leaning forward.

"Take off your sweater and give Daddy a peek at that lovely, virginal body."

It was bad enough what he was going to make her do with her mouth, but she hadn't expected that she would have to undress in front of her father yet. She had hoped to postpone the inevitable. "Sorry, Daddy." She whispered for forgiveness as she pulled the sweater up over her breasts and pulled it off. She dropped it to the floor, her hands at her

side, standing in her bra as the camera relayed the picture of her half-naked body for her father.

Micha looked at the deep, tanned cleavage, the bra pushing up her breasts even more, her nipples visible through the thin cups. "Very nice tits, Samantha, but I think Daddy wants to see them naked. Can you do that for him, take off your bra and show Daddy your lovely naked tits?" He taunted Samantha.

Her fingers slowly went behind her, trembling hands trying hard to unclasp the unfamiliar bra strap. Her fingers were finally successful, the straps loosening, but Samantha's hands holding it over her breasts, her upper body broken out in a pink flush of shame. She could almost see her father's face as she pulled the bra away from her breasts, the thin garment falling into a useless pile at her feet with her sweater. She looked away from the camera, her hands at her side, her face turning a deep shade of red. This was the first time that she had bared her breasts for any man and one of them was her father.

"Now, James, aren't those the finest tits you have ever seen. Look at those big nipples. Not a little girl's, but a woman's. Samantha, tease your nipples with your fingers, get them hard for Daddy."

He was evil, forcing her to play with her own body, Samantha knowing that her fingers would make them hard and sensitive just as she did when she masturbated silently in her room at night. Her fingers reached up, grabbing her nipples, rubbing her fingers over them until they grew hard and aroused. She almost forgot about the camera, her fingers squeezing her erect nipples, pinching them until she felt the masochistic pleasure in her tips from pinching too hard. They swelled beneath her touch. His voice brought her back to the reality of the situation. It was as though she was caught masturbating by her father.

Her skin turned a deep red.

"Your daughter certainly knows her way around her own body. She might be a virgin, but she is no stranger to solo masturbation. Look at those hard nipples. I don't think I could have even done as well. It looks like Samantha might like a little pain, she pinched those nipples hard, and they responded. Come closer, Samantha. Let me touch them."

She moved closer, bracing for the moment when he would touch her with his filthy hands. She felt a shiver run through her body as his hand slid over her naked side, finally coming up from below and cupping her breasts almost gently. She looked down just in time to see his thumbs come up and curl over her nipples, feeling the hardened tips become stiff points that poked out provocatively. His thumbs rubbed back and forth over the pointed tips, her nipples never feeling as sensitive as they were now. She felt tremors of excitement race through her body, a heated flush racing through her veins.

"Would you like me to pinch them like you did?" It was more of rhetoric question meant to shame her. His fingers gripped her nipples, squeezing gently at first but increasing the pressure, his eyes staring into hers as he did it. He watched her lips quiver as he felt the rubbery tips compress beneath the power of his fingers, but she didn't say anything or try to stop him.

She felt the sharp bite of pain in her nipples; his fingers feeling like a pair of pliers were clamped on her sensitive tips. Her mouth clenched tight, biting her lips as she endured the pain. It was strange, it hurt, but it also felt good. Too good, but she hid that from him. She refused to show him that she got anything but disgust from what he was doing to her. He began to pull on her nipples, his fingers tightening to make sure they

didn't slip free, her tips stretching, Samantha looking down to see her perfect breasts grotesquely yanked out of shape. He finally released the, her breasts bouncing gently up and down. She looked down, her nipples huge, swollen and hard.

Micha caressed her breasts, feeling the pointed tips stabbing into his palms when he squeezed them hard. He released them, the white skin showing the red marks from his harsh fingers. "I think it's time for you to learn how to pleasure me. Begin with my shirt.

Take it off."

She was going to have to undress a man. A man as old as her father, suddenly reminded that her father was watching. Her fingers trembled as she opened the buttons of his shirt, surprised that his chest was so hard. She pulled the shirt open, a hairy, firm chest and tight abs exposed. She pulled it out of his pants, slipping it off his arms until it was on the floor next to her clothes. Now they were both naked from the waist up.

"Play with my nipples like they are yours. Don't forget to use your mouth on them.

Suck them so I can imagine what it will feel like when you'll suck my cock."

Her fingers ran over his nipples, surprised that they responded as her, feeling them harden as soon as she touched them. She couldn't contain herself, squeezing them hard like he had done to her, but he did nothing to stop her. She released them, her head moving to his chest, his hairs tickling her nose as she sucked on one of his nipples. It felt strange to have it in her mouth, her tongue instinctively rubbing back and forth over it.

She moved to the other side, repeating the same performance.

"Lick down farther," Micha pushing her head down to his stomach. She didn't need any further encouragement, her tongue licking along his stomach and even around his belly button. His cock grew at the thought of her head on his cock. "Very good, now feel my cock throbbing beneath my pants."

She was bent over, her tongue licking his stomach. Her hand reached down, closing her eyes as she was about to perform the despicable job of touching his organ. Her hand found his organ, bulging out the front of his pants. It shuddered the moment she touched it, jerking beneath her fingers. She just barely touched it, afraid of it, feeling much bigger than she had expected. She had no choice, her fingers running up the shaft until she felt the bulbous head, much thicker than the shaft, jerking as soon as her fingers touched it.

She didn't know how she would ever get such a monster in her mouth.

James was forced to watch his half-naked daughter licking a man's chest, her fingers forced to touch his cock, ashamed at the way she was bent over him. He knew it would only get worse, forced to watch even more depraved scenes.

Micha took off his shoes and socks, standing up. "Kneel before me," feeling like a king as Samantha, his sex slave, knelt before him. He pushed down on her naked shoulders until she was in the correct position, her face only inches from his enclosed cock. "Take off my pants and shorts. It's about time you grew acquainted to the real thing."

Her hands moved as though they were attached to someone else, staring straight ahead at the great big bulge in his pants. It was difficult for a young girl to undo the belt of an older man, harder to slide his zipper down; the noise sounding like it was filling the room instead of a soft whisper. His pants fell away, his shorts barely able to contain the large bulge of his cock. Her hands pulled his pants down, sliding along his naked legs as she pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, Samantha pushing them to the side, anything to prolong the moment when she would have to kneel in front of his

organ again. She finally had to kneel back up, staring straight ahead at his shorts, the head of his cock barely contained by the waistband. She hated to touch it, but it was better than pulling his shorts down. It would only be a matter of time before she would have to take his organ in her mouth once he was naked.

"Yes, that feels so good, Samantha." Micha felt her soft, tiny hands encase his cock in a firm grip. Her fingers slid up and down the shaft, Micha feeling such pleasure from her touch, his cock growing until his shorts could no longer contain it, the head trying to peek out from the waistband. "My balls; touch them." He looked down to see one of her hands gently cup his balls, wishing he already had his cock in her mouth.

It kept growing the more she touched it until it finally popped out the top of his shorts.

Now he wanted her to touch his testicles, Samantha forced to cup her hand between his legs. They felt so heavy, her hand barely able to contain the large sack that lay beneath his shorts. She squeezed them gently, afraid of squeezing too tight, knowing that a man was very sensitive there. She didn't want to anger him.

"Rub your face along the front of my shorts, Samantha. Show me how much enjoyment I'll receive once your mouth lavishes its attention on my cock." He struggled not to force her, preferring to hold her against his throbbing cock, but he wanted her submission in front of her father.

It felt hot beneath his shorts, pushing her face forward until she could feel the monster throbbing against her cheek. She rubbed back and forth, her cheek rubbing along the shaft, feeling it shake and jerk from her touch. Would it do the same when it was in my mouth? How would I be able to control it? She felt something wet on her cheek. Did I do that? Did I make it leak? That is what she feared the most, taking his cock in her mouth, and it leaking its foul seed. And when he came, sure that he would make her take it in her mouth.

"Now for you to unveil my cock, Samantha. Show Daddy what you are going to learn to suck."

He kept humiliating her, reminding her that her father would see this perverted act she would be required to perform on him. She looked over at the dresser, reminded that he was watching. Her fingers gripped the edge of his shorts, the head of his cock already peeking out, Samantha forced to look at it. It was an angry red, almost purple. The head was thicker, a dark ridge running around it. She began to lower his shorts, her eyes staring at his cock as it came into view, the shaft thick with veins, almost blue with blood pounding to the head. She slipped them all the way down, his balls covered with thick, wiry black hair, Samantha never fathoming that they might get stuck in her mouth when she was forced to suck him. His balls hung down between his legs.

"Explore my naked cock, Samantha. Learn every inch of it, and then you can explore it with your lips and tongue. You are going to bring me great delight." His cock bobbed in front of him, bouncing just inches from her mouth, her breath exciting it.

It felt like it was burning her hands when she grasped it, jerking from her unexpected touch. She had to tighten her hand on it, surprised that it was so hard and powerful. She could barely get her fingers around it, the shaft thick, feeling the gnarled veins pounding blood beneath her fingers. Her fingers began to move on it, keeping them tighten but sliding up and down the shaft. She felt it jump in excitement as her hand curled around the head. She held the shaft with one hand, the other hand tracing her finger around the thick ridge, using her finger beneath the ridge, surprised to see a milky white drop of his

seed spill from the head when she touched the ridge. She was almost mesmerized by it, the tip of her finger running under the deep ridge until another drop of his juices leaked from the top. She couldn't help herself, her other finger running over the head, feeling the hot fluids, sticky as she rubbed the milky fluids over the head of his organ.

"Now, rub in on your face again." Her hands held his cock so tight, Micha unable to control the pleasure he felt from her inexperienced fingers.

She felt it leaking on her cheek, this time directly from the head as soon as her skin touched it. It felt huge, rubbing it over her cheek, keeping her mouth away from it.

"Kiss it. Show me how much you love it." He looked down at her, her green eyes looking up at him, her hand holding his cock so lovingly. Her tongue came out of her mouth, licking her lips seductively until they glistened with her spit as if she had been doing this all her life. He felt her hot breath blowing on the head of his cock as her head bent forward, her lips pursed to kiss his cock.

James fought back the urge to scream out. "No, Samantha. Don't do it." He cringed in shame as his daughter's sweet lips touched a man's cock, a light kiss on the end of it, her hands holding it tightly as it jerked against her lips. She pulled back, a wet spot on her lips, her tongue coming out of her mouth to lick it up and draw it in her mouth. James knew it was his sperm that leaked out from her touch. He hated what this evil man was doing to his daughter.

Her lips touched his heated flesh, a drop of his juices instantly springing from the head, touching her lips with the thick, hot fluid. She kissed it again, her hand struggling to contain the jerking shaft, her lips doing things to his cock. She planted tiny kisses all over the head, finally pulling back. She could still feel the juice that leaked from his organ on her lips. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking across the thick juice and bringing it back into her mouth. She was surprised, the fluid thick and salty. It wasn't as bad as she had expected, but this was just a drop and it already filled her mouth with the salty taste.

She didn't know how much he would cum, but she knew it would be more than a drop.

What would that be like? Would it make me gag?

She didn't have to be told what to do next. It was inevitable. She would have to take it in her mouth and suck it, though she wasn't sure exactly what that entailed. It was not a choice that she had. She moved her head forward, holding his organ out in front of her.

Her tongue licked across the head, coaxing more of the salty juice from the tip, scooping it up into her mouth. She pressed the head against her lips, rubbing it all around, feeling the huge head stretching her lips wider and wider, its true girth testing her small mouth. She pushed her head forward, taking more of the thick head into her mouth, feeling her lips stretching around the monstrous head. She didn't know if she could get it all in, her lips feeling like they were tearing in the corners. Finally, she gave one hard push, the head finally popping into her mouth, her lips locking just beneath the thick ridge around the head, trapping it inside. She took deep breaths through her nose as she tried to breathe, the cock plugging her mouth tight like a rubber stopper.

It was an erotic sight, this young girl with her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, her hot mouth engulfing the head, her sweet innocent eyes looking up at him as her nostrils flared to fill her lungs with air. He turned to the dresser. "What do you think of Samantha now, Daddy? I think she'll be a natural cocksucker. You better find her quick, or she'll be sucking cock every day."

Micha couldn't contain his lust any longer, his hands on her head, ready to guide her in the proper technique. "Use your tongue, Samantha. I know you liked the taste of my cum. I could see it in your eyes. Explore my cock with your tongue."

She hated that he saw the look on her face the first time she tasted his juices. Now he wanted more, her tongue tentatively running over the thick head that filled her mouth and bulged out her cheeks. As soon as her tongue touched it, it jerked uncontrollably, her lips tightened to hold it. Her tongue ran all over the head, just like her fingers had done, but his organ leaked a continuous stream of drops of thick juices into her mouth. It grew pasty, the thick creme coating her tongue with its salty essence. Her mouth was soon filled with the salty taste. She did what she had to do, finally doing the ultimate. She sucked his organ. They didn't call it sucking him off for nothing. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked his organ, drawing it deeper into her mouth with the powerful suction. The thick ridge slid into her mouth, her lips now stretched tightly over the shaft. She began to move her head forward and back, each time her lips sliding over the thick veins on the shaft, her tongue continuing to explore every inch of his flesh in her mouth.

Micha loosened his grip on her head as she began to move it back and forth, as though she had sucked many cocks before. He tilted her head up until he could gaze into her eyes. "Keep your eyes on me while you suck me off." He saw the surrender in her eyes as her head bobbed up and down, but it was her tongue that was exciting him. "One hand on my balls. They are loaded with cum for your mouth. Coax it out." His hands reached down, grabbing her bare breasts, his fingers digging into the flesh as he enjoyed her mouth.

She was forced to stare at him, shamed by the smirk on his face, her lips drawing his organ in and out of her mouth, her tongue tireless running over the smooth head. Her hand went down to his testicles, clenching on the bag, surprised that she could feel two balls floating around almost invisibly in the bag, her fingers squeezing them, chasing them as they escaped her grip each time. More and more of his juices were filling her mouth, his cock jerking in pleasure just before releasing more of the thick salty fluid. She had no choice, her mouth stuffed, tough enough to breathe, never mind trying to spit out the thick juices.

"Take more of it, Samantha. You'll soon learn to accept a cock down your throat. You might not like it, but you will take it." His hands went back to her head, pressing into the sides to hold her submissively. Micha began to pump with his hips, drawing his cock out until her lips tightened around the thick head, then shoving back in, driving it into her mouth until it banged against the back, the tight opening of her throat preventing it from going any farther.

His hands were on her head too tight, pinning her against him as he began to drive his cock in and out of her mouth. His wiry hairs pushed against her lips, tickling her as his thrusts became more demanding. His cock ran up and down her tongue, the thick organ flattening her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. Drool began to run down her chin as he took long, full strokes of his organ in her mouth, each time banging painfully to the back of her throat. She began to knead his testicles, hoping to make him cum, hoping to keep him from shoving his organ down her throat and choking her to death. His cock fucked her mouth rhythmically, Samantha doing all she could do to make him cum, anything to stop this terrible mouth rape. She could hear his frenzied breathing, his hands tighter on her head; Samantha knew the inevitable was here. He was going to cum and it would be in

her mouth. She braced herself, but nothing could have prepared her for what happened.

He drew his cock all the way out until only the head was encased in her mouth, her lips drawn tightly around the thick ridge that surrounded the smooth helmet.

Micha put one hand on the top of her head, the other on her chin, lifting her head up as he pulled his cock until only her tight lips gripped the head. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing the panicked look in them. "Flutter your tongue over my cockhead. I'm going to cum, and I want it on your tongue. You'll taste all of my juices. Don't you dare spit it out or swallow it until I tell you. Now use one hand to pump up and down my shaft, the other to tease the cum from my balls, and you will be rewarded with a belly full of cum."

He wanted her to masturbate his organ in her mouth, her hand stroking it until he came, her tongue forced to lick at the thick creme that would come out. He pulled her head up, her neck stretching, her hands doing what he asked, one milking the sperm from his testicles, the other running up and down the shaft. Her tongue was getting tired, but she knew she had to continue until he climaxed in her mouth. She heard his frenzied breathing, knowing it would be soon, feeling his organ bulging in her mouth. How could he be getting bigger? It was impossible. Her hand moved quicker, short, rapid thrusts up and down the shaft.

"EEEAAAHHH," Micha tilting his head back as he struggled with the impending orgasm. His balls ached, needing relief, her fingers curling around his balls, squeezing them until he felt it. He could feel his sperm bursting up from his balls, shooting up the shaft as her fingers massaged it on its way. Her tongue met it as it shot out.

It was like an oil well, Samantha striking it rich, his organ exploding into her mouth.

She could feel it running up the shaft, shocked when the powerful jet of his juices shot out the end and coated her tongue with the thick, salty juice. She choked as her mouth was clogged with the thick juice, clumping onto her tongue, unable to mix with her spit. A second jet shot out, her cheeks billowing out as she tried to contain it in her mouth, fearful of his warning not to lose it. It felt like gallons of his juices were in her mouth, yet he was not finished, her hand delivering another load of creme that blanketed her tongue and filled her cheeks. The organ jerked and sputtered in her mouth, Samantha breathing heavily through her nose. He had cum, and it was in her mouth. The thick, salty juice was overpowering, clumping everywhere in her mouth, Samantha wanting so badly to spit it out, but she dare not defy him. She continued to hold it in her mouth, feeling the organ finally shrinking, though still formidable in size.

"Look into the camera," Micha aiming her face over to the dresser. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." She did, struggling not to spill his sperm. Her tongue slipped out her mouth, covered with a thick layer of white, milky sperm. He put his cockhead onto her tongue. "Lovely Samantha is now a cum slut, her mouth filled. Swallow it, Samantha; show Daddy how much you like cum?" Micha pulled his cock from her lips but kept her head up and aimed at the camera. His fingers traced along her neck, highlighting to her father as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of thick sperm. When she was finished swallowing, he hefted his cock back up to her lips. "Now clean my cock, lick it clean until it glistens."

James fists were clenched, his nails dug into his palms, the cuts bleeding, but he hardly felt it. The camera finally want blank, a hiss and it was over. He hit the power button, but a bright flash and then nothing, feeling the heat through the case, the screen

already turning black. He hated what he had to see, his little girl defiled in the most despicable way by an evil man. It took him half an hour until he could calm his anger, not sure how he would survive tomorrow. Tomorrow the evil man would take her innocence in a brutal act. Yet he knew he had to watch, looking at the list of notes he took to relay to the detective. He hoped they would help, knowing what Samantha had sacrificed for them.



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Lauren's suffering was not short or painless. She saw the man and Samantha leaving, but her torture still didn't end. He took the whip to her breasts, leaving her beautiful flesh striped with the thick, leather knots, her nipples swollen and bleeding. Then he did the unthinkable. Laruen watched almost as if it were in slow motion, the man taking the whip and drawing it up between her widespread legs with a powerful snap. The knotted tresses fanned out across her mound, tearing at her tender flesh as she cried out in pain. How could a man do such a thing to a girl?

He looked at her, his hand reaching down and stroking it as he laid the whip back on the floor between her legs. His hand snapped it up, a loud thud ringing out in the room, her body jerking up as the tresses sought out her most intimate and sensitive parts of her body. The harsh leather tresses sought out her pussy lips, pushing aside the puffy lips to find the tender, pink flesh hidden from view.

It felt like he was driving a wedge up between her legs, the whip tearing her flesh with each lash. She felt the knotted tresses seeking entrance to her tight hole, beating the muscles that prevented their entry. Again and again, the lash beat at her flesh, only growing worse when he moved the whip farther back to whip between her widespread cheeks and attack her raped ass. The sore hole was beaten until it was swollen and bleeding.

She was finally released; her naked body slumped to the floor. Two more men came into the room, slowly undressing as they eyed her naked body. She couldn't do anything to stop them, one of them laying on the floor, hefting up his cock with his hand, the others lifting her up and fitting her over his cock like a sock, his cock slipping into her battered pussy. He was big, but he cared little for her pain, the others forcing her down onto his organ until he was fully engulfed by her belly. He grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides in his bear grip. Her sore pussy was full, but they were not finished with her. She should have been grateful, but she failed to see it as the other man greased up his cock, bending Lauren over the first man as he slid behind her. His cock slid into her ass, aided by the lubricant, but it still stretched her in places that shouldn't be stretched, the twin cocks between her legs feeling like a giant club that filled her. She didn't fight as the third cock was put in her mouth, and before she could do anything, it was shoved painfully down her throat as she gagged and choked. That was just the beginning, for the men now began to rape her, three large, thick cocks fucking her in all her holes, Lauren defenseless as they punished her holes with their raping cocks.

It took them a long time to cum, Lauren slapped and beaten when she didn't respond energetically enough to the rape. She was almost grateful when they spewed their sperm into her young body, her belly, anus and mouth all receiving their abundant sperm. But they weren't finished, Lauren surprised when they stayed hard, the men switching holes, Lauren choking and gagging as the soiled cock that raped her ass was thrust into her open mouth. They raped her again, this time able to last almost half an hour, each man

reaming out her raped and beaten holes. Lauren never got up from the floor, left on her belly, her legs spread, sperm leaking from her raped holes.





Chapter 7


Ransom Video #2





Manuel, the Mexican detective was getting close. He was surprised at some of the clues that James had given him. It was almost as though the man that took his daughter wanted to get caught. The most valuable clue was a picture that James had described in the bedroom where the movie was taken, Manuel able to pinpoint the region within ten miles, hoping that it was a familiar setting for the picture, not just a piece of art. James said there would be another video tomorrow, Manuel suspecting what was on the video, but didn't say a thing to James. He was sure that he was already humiliated enough, the captor doing unspeakable things to his daughter and forcing him to watch.

"Another package for you, James." Alice handed him the unmarked box. "Can't it wait?" Alice hadn't slept in almost two days, too worried about Samantha. No one seemed to be able to do anything to find her, and James was too secretive. She knew he was doing something, just not sure what and how successful he would be.

"It's important. I won't be too long; then I will check on Manuel and see if there is any news." James didn't wait for an answer, going into his study, locking the door behind him, not wanting any unexpected interruptions. He sat down, opening up the box, another iPhone. He tried to catch his breath and control his anxiety, sure that he would have to watch his young daughter degraded by the evil man again. He got a pen and paper, ready to write down any hints he could see. He pushed the button and the blue screen lit up brightly, James quickly turning the volume down as soon as the loud voice boomed through the tiny speaker.

Samantha dreaded another day with Micha. She knew that today he would take her virginity, her innocence that she had protected for eighteen years. She would be forced to strip naked in front of him and her father, and then she knew that she would have to bust her own hymen. She didn't know how, just knowing that with Micha, it would be painful and degrading. Micha came into the room, Samantha standing in the center just as he ordered her to. She wore a black, silk dressing gown, but underneath it, she wore only bra and panties, both silk and black. He had her in the high heels again, strapped around her ankles. The bed was made with white satin sheets, Micha saying that it was white for her purity and it would allow her father to see the blood she shed when she lost her virginity. She didn't know if the camera was recording now or he would start them, always trying to hide her body just in case.

Micha slipped the black stocking mask on, this one in black satin. He took off his robe, naked beneath it, his cock hard and erect. "Come over here and get on your knees. You can practice what I taught you yesterday to get me fully aroused. I want to make sure you feel the full measure of my cock. You will always remember this first time, and I want to make sure it is memorable. After this, you will just be another teen whore spreading your legs to hundreds of nameless men that pay to feel your hot, tight cunt."

It was worse than expected. She would have to use her mouth on him, making him harder so he could force himself inside her virgin passage. She didn't even want to think

of tomorrow when he was going to stick his organ up her backside. She knelt down, pushing the long robe out of the way. His cock was already hard, but she knew it was more about power, forcing her to do his sexual bidding.

"You know what to do, Samantha. Excite me with your mouth."

She would rather crush his balls between her fingers, but her hands gently cupped them instead. She pushed her face forward until she felt his hot organ sliding along her cheek, turning her head until she kissed the thick shaft. She hated to do it, but she knew she had to please him or end up like Lauren. She held his organ with one hand, her tongue licking from his hairy testicles all the way up to the head. She had to hold his organ tight, feeling it throbbing and jerking beneath her touch. She licked all around the head, the familiar taste of his salty, thick juices coating her lips and tongue, reminded of the mouthfuls of sperm she had to swallow yesterday. She held his organ out, slipping her lips over the head, feeling her lips stretching as she took the head of his organ into her mouth. She began to rock her head back and forth, keeping her lips tight around the shaft, and her tongue began to work on exciting his organ.

"Good morning, Daddy." Micha's voice rang out in the room as soon as Samantha began to work on his knob. He wanted that to be the first picture Daddy saw of his young daughter, eagerly sucking his cock for breakfast. "Samantha is already hard at work, earning her keep. A very intelligent girl, she learns exceptionally fast. She is already an accomplished cocksucker. I only have to teach her to take it deeper, deeper into her throat, but that is more of a force issue. Once she swallows it, there is little she can do except try to accommodate it."

She could feel the flush race over her body as she hard Micha talking to her father, knowing that the camera was trained on her sucking his organ. He turned her head to the dresser, her mouth stuffed with his organ, looking directly at her Daddy through the camera lens. In spite of her shame, she continued the degrading act of arousing his organ.

"I don't hear anyone knocking on my door, so I guess you haven't been very ingenious in finding me in spite of the hints I gave you yesterday. Samantha is disappointed with her Daddy. She is going to have to fuck me because of your failure. There is a consolation. I will get to enjoy your lovely daughter's virginity. I hope for her sake you do better today. I intend to slip my cock up her virgin asshole tomorrow, and as you can see, I possess a very large cock. You will be able to see the delicious pain of her ass being filled. Now let us go to work. As much as I enjoy Samantha's enthusiastic sucking, I have higher aspirations."

He pushed her away from his organ, it slipping out of her mouth to bounce in her face, slick with her spit.

"Stand up. Daddy has only seen you half-naked. Today he will see his little girl as she is, a fully developed woman. He is going to get a very intimate look at you.

James couldn't help but see the wetness on Samantha's lips as his cock slipped from her lips. His hands were clenched in hatred as he endured the video. He couldn't stop from watching as he scanned the small screen for any hints.

Micha stood Samantha up. "Take off your robe. Let me see what you look like."

She unbuttoned the robe, almost thankful for the many buttons before she finally was able to slip it from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, Samantha standing in the black bra and panties as the camera recorded her.

"She is an exceptional woman, Daddy. Look at that body. You already saw her tits, but I can't wait to uncover the rest. She even has a natural bush, not shorn like a common whore as Lauren. She has full hips, made for fucking and a firm, tight ass, which I will get to tomorrow. Show Daddy your tits again, Samantha. Off with your bra. Lace your hands behind your head and bow your elbows out to the side. Keep your back arched out, sticking those youthful tits into Daddy's face. Young girls need to show their bodies to the fullest while they are still youthful and firm, don't you think, Daddy?"

He was going to make her pose like a pinup girl, Samantha unhooking the bra, sliding it down over her arms as it fell to the floor. Her breasts were bare, the cool air of the room blowing across the tips, Samantha ashamed as they began to harden at the slightest provocation. She felt them rise up as she laced her hands behind her back, her elbows pushed to the side making her breasts strain. She arched her back, thrusting them out as if she were trying to jam them into the camera across the room.

James couldn't help but stare at her breasts, reminded at how they look so much like Alice's twenty years ago. They were firm, the nipples, brown and hard almost pushed up toward the ceiling, a darker areola surrounding her nipples the size of a silver dollar, just like her mother's. He came back to reality when the man moved behind her, his hands encircling Samantha's breasts, playing with them as though he owned them. James saw Samantha's lips clench tight when the fingers pinched them, James sure they hurt, but Samantha made no sign of stopping him.

"Have you ever seen a lovely pair of tits like Samantha's put into tight bondage, harsh rope crushing them, driving all the blood to the tips, only to have the tips crushed with some devious device? I have men that would pay dearly for the opportunity." Micha squeezed her nipples tight, pulling on them until they stretched far out. He released them, her tits bouncing gently. "Now the panties, Samantha. Show Daddy your cunt. Slip them off and when you stand up straight, keep your legs parted, give Daddy a hint of what lay between those sleek thighs.

Her breast jiggled a she bent over, sliding the panties down over her hips and down her legs, finally kicking them off. She stood up straight, remembering to spread her thighs, though not too far. She stood trembling before the cameras prying eye.

Micha moved in front of her so he could see her. She had a full brown bush, not even shaved to sculpture it, fine brown hairs that covered her innocence. Samantha looked absolutely breathtaking, her naked body covered with a pink flush, perched high on the heels, long, slender legs leading up to her virgin sex as if they were a beacon to follow.

"Spread your legs more, Samantha. Let Daddy see more."

James couldn't believe he was still watching, but he had to if he had a chance of getting her back. She was a woman, not his little girl any longer. Her legs were spreading more, but her labia stayed closed.

"More, Samantha. Virgin pussy lips tend to stay tight and closed; yours are no exception. Spread your legs more. I want to see some pink inner flesh." Samantha kept spreading her legs, Micha encouraging more each time she failed to show little more than her slit, full lips covered with a thin layer of fine, brown hair.

Her legs were over three feet apart, feeling a gentle breeze blowing over her mound.

"I think the only way we'll see more is if you help us. I want you to pull your pussy lips back. All the way until it aches. I want to see your pink insides and so does Daddy."

Now she was going to have to expose herself intimately to Micha and her father. She was shocked that her pussy lips were wet, her fingers gripping each petal of her flower and began to pull them apart. She could feel the dampness, ashamed that her exhibitionism was getting her wet. Would my father be able to see that I was growing excited in spite of the impending rape? She didn't even understand it herself.

"More. Until it hurts. Unless you would rather have me do it?" She looked at him, but Micha couldn't tear his eyes from her pussy. Her fingers plucked her open; her full lips pulled back, her glistening pink inner lips exposed to the harsh light of the room. She pulled them back far; he could see the dark mysterious hole that housed her hymen.

"Yes, very good, Samantha. I'm sure even Daddy can't fail to notice the sparkle on your lips. In spite of what you may say, there is no doubt that your pussy is wet.

She stood there obscenely exposed, her labia aching, her fingers pulling them back painfully. She could feel the cool morning air blowing on her sensitive inner flesh. She struggled to keep the position for long minutes while the cameras continued to film her degradation.

Micha pulled over the chair to the center of the room. "Sit down, Samantha." The soft, upholstered chair had arms that swung up like wings.

Samantha sat in the chair, her legs together, but she knew that would not be it. She wasn't surprised, just shamed when he ordered her to hook her legs over the arms, sure that a camera was aimed directly up between her legs. He had her scoot down in the chair, her naked ass sliding along the seat, her legs spread wide until she felt the air blowing between her wide-spread cheeks, humiliated that not only her sex but also between her cheeks were exposed.

"Look straight ahead so Daddy can see his little girl. Now, I want you to masturbate for Daddy. Get your pussy nice and wet while Daddy watches."

Her hand trembled as it lowered down between her legs, her body flushed a bright red in humiliation, forced to perform solo masturbation to an audience that consisted of her father. She felt a tingling as her fingers ran over her bush, feeling the hairs resonating with a familiar tingle, fighting the urges that she knew she had to incite in her body but was ashamed to perform. She tried to block everything but the feelings as her fingers began to run up and down her slit, each time a little more pressure, her fingers pushing deeper between her lips. She started at the top of her slit, not touching her clit, not wanting to feel the excitement she knew her finger could incite if she touched her pleasure button. She could feel the dampness on her finger as it drove deeper between her lips, gathering up the juices that began to flow freely from her sex. She began to gently slide up and down, feeling the tight muscles of her virgin hole as she passed over it. She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt the flesh of Micha's cock inside her belly, unable to comprehend how such a monster would fit without considerable pain. She began to get lost in the feelings, one finger becoming two, sliding up and down, her hips beginning a gentle motion that she didn't even realize at first.

"Play with your tits. I know how much you like your nipples pinched." Micha egged her on, seeing the shame go from her body as she began to grow aroused, the woman in her taking over.

His voice broke her concentration, but she obeyed his command, one hand sliding over her breast, finding her nipple already hard and sensitive, her finger sliding back and forth over it as it grew erect. Her other hand began to move faster, trying to get back the

pleasure she felt before she was rudely interrupted. She slid farther down in the chair as her pleasure returned, her fingers growing wet, her other hand finding her nipple, pinching it until she felt the familiar pain turn to pleasure as she squeezed the blood from the tip.

James couldn't tear his eyes from the screen, looking all around the room for clues, but his eyes were always returned to the sight of his young daughter masturbating unashamedly in front of him, the evil man standing next to her, his hand stroking his own cock as he watched. James couldn't help but notice the way Samantha's hips began to move with the action of her fingers, her juices glistening on her fingers as she continued to pleasure herself in front of the camera.

"I think you are more than ready for me, Samantha." Micha needed relief soon, his balls aching as he continued to stroke his cock. He wanted to snap away her virginity, sending his cock into her hot, freshly opened pussy to pleasure him, letting her feel for the first time a man jetting his sperm deep inside her belly. "Over to the bed." The white bed ready to receive her virgin blood. Micha laid down on the bed, his cock fisted to hold it up high and proud. He had a formidable cock, and she would be required to mount it.

The camera moved to the bed, James eyes catching the new painting over the bed. It was like yesterdays, but more detailed, a small town. Could this be where they were holding Samantha against her will? He began to scribble down every detail in the picture, but he couldn't fail to see his daughter's naked body climbing on the bed, tears in his eyes, as he knew he couldn't stop her from being raped and losing her innocence to this evil man. This was the worst thing a father could have to experience, not only knowing it was happening but forced to watch it.

She crawled onto the bed, her eyes transfixed to the giant organ that was thrust obscenely up into the air by Micha's hand. It looked thicker, harder. She waited, not sure what to do.

Micha looked at her young, naked body, kneeling submissively next to him. "Straddle my hips. You are going to ride my cock."

She did as he ordered, her legs stretching wide as she straddled his wide hips. Her sex was open, his organ bobbing excitedly in his hand as she moved closer to the moment when she would lose her virginity.

Micha looked at her pussy spread before him, the young girl straddling him. "Take my cock in your head. Get it ready for your rape."

She reached down, her slim hand barely able to hold his throbbing organ as he instructed, her hand sliding up and down the thick shaft, feeling it grow beneath her touch.

How big would it get? She began to panic, afraid of the pain of having something that big between her legs.

Micha's hands reached out to cup her breasts, his fingers playing over the hardened tips. He would use them to guide her, yanking her by her nipples to encourage her movements. He began to pull up on her nipples. "Rise up and slide forward until you are over my cock. I want to feel the thick head fighting to get into your virgin pussy."

She looked down, her body rising up tall, Micha's fingers yanking her nipples until she slid over him, the huge organ rising up between her legs. She had no choice, her small hand guiding the massive organ between her legs, sliding the thick head up and down her lips to gather up her juices, hoping to make the forced entry less painful. She looked down as she took his organ, pushing it up against her virgin hole, feeling the massive flesh seeking entrance. It was huge, too huge, biting her lip as she began to lower herself down

on the thick organ. The pressure built between her legs, feeling the head fighting her tight muscles as she was forced to use her own weight to drive his organ into her.

It felt like the head of his cock was being forced through a grater, the flesh compressed by the tight hole. It was hard for Micha to hold still, wanting to pump his cock and bust her cherry so he could sink his cock deep into her hole. He looked over at the camera. "Watch, Daddy, I'm about to make a woman out of Samantha."

She knew she had to do it, his fingers pinching her nipples until the pain was shooting through her breasts. He had already proclaimed his intentions to her father, the camera ready to record her loss of innocence. She bit her lip, a jerk of her hips and sliding down lower, and she felt it, the thick head tearing through her hymen like a hot knife through butter. "AAAhhh," her shrill cry as she felt the lightening pain between her legs, and then it was gone, replaced with the feeling of something too large moving inside her belly.

Micha looked at his cock, the head slipped inside, a small trickle of blood running down the shaft. His cock twitched in her once-virgin hole in pleasure, the tightness squeezing it so erotically. "Now that you have lost your useless innocence, we can get down to fucking. Begin to ride my cock, taking it deeper with each stroke. Show Daddy how good of a teen whore you will become if he doesn't find you soon."

It felt like a baseball bat was inside her belly, but she had no choice, rising up, then back down, her weight forcing more of his organ inside her belly. His fingers were harsh on her nipples, yanking them up and down until she began to respond. She couldn't believe it would fit inside her belly, but the wetness and the sheer force shoved her muscles aside, each time more of his organ sliding inside. She looked down, surprised how much was still outside, sure that it had to be all inside her belly by now. As she pulled up, Samantha could see a pink sheen of blood on his organ, testament to her lost virginity.

He loved virgins, teaching them the pleasure that a cock could bring them, feeling the gradual change in Samantha as her hips began to move by themselves, back and forth, as she took his organ in and out. His cock jerked and twitched inside her hot, tight belly, her muscles clenching on his shaft, rippling up and down his cock with such delight.

"Slowly, Samantha, fuck me slowly. I want it to last." He released her nipples, the tips red from his abuse. Her breasts began to bounce gently up and down as Samantha fucked him, enjoying the sight of the young girl riding his cock in her once-virgin hole.

She felt the head of his cock bang painfully against her cervix, looking down to see over half of his cock inside her belly, but still much more not in her. She began to ride him, pulling almost all the way off, then pushing back down until she felt his entire organ fill her completely. She rode him faster, sliding up and down, rolling her hips to feel his organ touch her in places that she hadn't felt before, the massive organ filling her with his hard, demanding flesh. So this is what it was like to be fucked? She hated it. She hated that her father was watching, but she also felt a strange tingle between her legs similar to when she masturbated.

His palm was bleeding from where James dug his fingernails into them when he saw Samantha lose her virginity to the evil man. He would get him, sure that Manuel would be able to track him down with the new clues, but James' eyes continued to scan the small screen, trying to find every single clue, no matter how small it was. His anger was back under control, feeling like tearing out his heart when he saw the man's cock tear her hymen, the trickle of blood and her scream breaking his heart. He saw Samantha riding

his cock, knowing she was being forced to do it, but it still made it difficult for him to watch her.

Micha couldn't last any longer, the tight girl massaging his cock, her hips rolling, drawing his cock in and out rhythmically. He put his hands on her hips. "Faster, Samantha. I'm ready to cum. Inside you."

"No, not in me. You might make me pregnant." She panicked, stopping, afraid of his organ shooting off inside her belly.

"Don't you worry about that, Samantha. I'll make sure you won't carry a baby. You're too valuable of an asset. I need that pussy working all the time. Now, work your pussy on me." He slapped her ass, feeling her respond.

She had no choice, taking him harder, his organ smashing hard against her cervix when she pushed down too hard, but the faster she went the less control she had over the depth and power of the strokes. Her insides were teased and aroused by his organ, the thick head pushing aside her muscles like a bulldozer. She felt the pressure behind his organ when she pulled out, feeling like her insides were being pulled out by the powerful suction. She tried to brace herself for it, but nothing could have prepared her for it.

His balls ached, the pressure building up as his orgasm quickly approached. Just the excitement of watching the young, naked girl fucking him should have been enough, never mind the pleasure he felt when her inner muscles began to squeeze and caress his cock with such loving pleasure. "Here it comes, Daddy. I'm gonna cum in your lovely daughter." He pulled her down at the same time he shoved his hips up, no longer willing to be a spectator. He pumped his cock deep inside her belly, feeling the sperm jetting up from his balls and shooting out a powerful blast inside the young virgin. "Take it all, take my hot cum."

It felt like a fire hose jetting inside her belly. The hot sperm pumped deep inside her belly, her muscles reacting to each jet, squeezing tight as though she wanted more.

Another jet, another contraction of her belly, another jet of sperm filling her. He pulled her up and down his spewing organ, sliding easily in her sperm-soaked pussy.

James saw the sperm leaking from her red, raped pussy as Samantha pulled off of him, the iPhone going blank. He put his face into his hands, tears from his eyes as he sought to get rid of the sight of the terrible rape of his young daughter from his head. It took a while before he could call Manuel, describing everything he saw down to the most useless detail, never sure what was important and what wasn't.



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There were twenty of them dressed in black fatigues, four Hummers taking them to within a mile of the location until the sun was starting to come up in the sky. Manuel was in the lead Hummer, a semi-automatic weapon in his lap, the safety off. Manuel hoped his reconnaissance was correct and that they were in time.

The Hummers raced to the front of the Hacienda, men rushing out of the vehicles, the double door blown off its hinges in seconds, the men racing inside, yelling, their guns at the ready.

"I'm sorry, Senor," Manuel apologized to James. "They were here. We found some of Samantha's clothes in one of the rooms. The one that you described so accurately. They must have been warned; the place was empty by time we got there."

James heart almost stopped beating, dreading the new package that would arrive tomorrow, unable to stop this man from further degrading his daughter. "You tried. I will

call you tomorrow. Maybe we will get lucky." He hoped that, but he was losing confidence that he could get her back in time.





Chapter 8


Moved and the last Video





They drove most of the night, hustled out of the hacienda on a moment's notice; Lauren and Samantha were split up between the vehicles, but Micha stayed with Samantha. She wasn't allowed any clothes, just a blanket around her to keep the night chill from her body. At least she was allowed a shower, washing off the filth of Micha from her body. The sun was coming up when they got there, a small house in the hills, far from anywhere. It would have been such a nice place for a vacation if it weren't for the fact that they would be raped again, Samantha dreading being raped in her ass. Why would any man want to do such a thing? It was dirty and disgusting.

The morning came too quick for James, the disappointment etched in his face at Manuel's failed rescue. So close, but so far away, afraid they might have fled the country.

James was almost glad when the doorbell rang, the package arriving almost like clockwork. At least he still had one more chance. Alice didn't even ask him when he took it into the library, the click of the lock giving him the solace he needed.

"Very good, Daddy. You got close, but just a little too late. As a consolation prize, I am sending Manuel an iPhone with this same video in hopes that he might have better luck than you. As usual, both of the iPhones will be inoperable within three hours, so both of you pay particular attention." Micha spoke behind the black, nylon ski mask that hid his face, but his naked body did nothing to hide his erection, the thought of a young, virgin anus keeping him erect all night as Samantha rode next to him to their latest location.

"Now, we can proceed, Daddy. Samantha is a little tired, but I have no doubts that she will be fully awake to what I am going to do to her." He panned the camera over to the table in the center of the room, covered in a black satin sheet to highlight Samantha's naked body that was laying on it.

Manuel took his cock out when he saw her. She was beautiful. And naked. She was laying on a table, on her belly, a pillow under her hips to push them up so provocatively, a firm ass thrust up. He couldn't believe what her captor said. He was going to rape her in the ass, and Manuel would be able to watch it, stroking his cock with long, even strokes as his eyes played over her naked body.

Micha moved next to Samantha, turning her head toward the camera. "Look at Daddy. I'm going to make it easy for you. I'll lubricate your ass, but it's you that will sit on my cock and take it up your ass. Your asshole isn't like your pussy, you'll take all eight inches of my cock before you are finished, and then we will get down to some serious ass fucking. You're gonna learn to take the full measure of my cock up your ass and pleasure me with your muscles." Micha took the small tube of lubricant from the table.

His hand slid over her buttocks, her legs parted until they hit the edge of the table, a pillow forcing her butt up into the air. He slapped her ass when she tried to clench her cheeks, forced to relax them as Micha slid his hand up and down her crack, the spread of her legs leaving her anus exposed to his eyes and fingers. Every time his finger passed

over the raised knot of her anus, she felt a strange tremor run through her bowels. She never realized that she was so sensitive back there.

He couldn't believe she had such a tiny anus, the brown star just a speck between her white cheeks. He felt the spasms of her muscles when his finger ran over her anal pad, teasing up and down her crack. He ran his finger all the way down to her pussy, not surprised to find her damp in spite of what he was going to do to her. He scooped up some of her juices, stopping to run the tip of his finger around her anus, encircling the tiny hole while her cheeks clenched and unclenched uncontrollably.

She hated what he was doing to her, his finger touching her in a place that was sensitive, running around her private hole, her body tense at being violated by his finger at any time. His finger became more insistent, pushing into the center of her anus, the tip pushing hard against the tight muscle.

Micha pulled his finger away. "Kneel up," Micha helping her get into position. "Keep your head down; Daddy wants your ass up in the air so he can see everything."

She was humiliated again, kneeling with her ass up in the air as if she were begging to be taken from behind, his hands spreading her legs, her cheeks parted and relaxed, sure that the camera was trained between them, exposing her intimately to her father and the other stranger that Micha talked about. She watched as he squirted some of the lubricant on the same finger that touched her before. She knew that this time it would go inside her. She felt the cold lubricant on his finger touch her anus, his finger circling the hole, rubbing the lubricant over her trembling anus. His finger stopped, pressed into the center of her anus, feeling the cold lubricant began to run around her anal ring, opening it up to the probing finger.

His finger was having a hard time entering her, her muscles fighting him in spite of the slick lubricant. He let her think she was winning, applying more pressure each time he circled the hole, pushing in as her anal ring began to stretch to take his fingertip. "Such a tight hole, Daddy. Samantha is going to bring me so much pleasure when I ass fuck her."

He flicked his wrist, sending the tip of his finger into her rectum, her sphincter forced to open.

"EEEWWW," she whistled through her teeth when the finger penetrated without warning, though she should have expected it. It felt strange having something shoved into a hole that was not meant to be entered, sliding and pushing hard against the muscles in her rectum.

Micha pushed with his finger, twisting and turning it as it fought the contractions of her muscles that were trying to force it out. He began to push his finger in and out, just up to the first knuckle, lubricating the dry passage. He looked at her anal ring, stretched tight around his fingertip, imagining what it would feel like when it was his cock enclosed by her tight ring. He pulled his finger out, watching as the tiny hole closed slowly. He lubricated his finger again, this time farther down.

She braced herself as she saw his greased finger returning to her backside. It glistened from the tip all the way down to his knuckles. The finger tested her anal ring, pushing hard against it until it slipped inside her. It wasn't so bad as last time, the greased finger sliding in without any pain, but it was the strange feeling of having a finger up her backside that disturbed her. Or being watched by her father and others. The finger moved deeper inside her, feeling the hard bones in his fingers pushing against the soft walls of her rectum. He began to move his finger in and out, each time going deeper,

deeper into her intestines, forcing her muscles to relax. He pushed all the way in, then out, teasing at her anal ring, stretching it with his fingertip then suddenly plunging it back up her backside. She was ashamed as she heard the soft sounds of the lubricant as he fingered her backside.

One finger was all that he was going to give Samantha. Just enough to lubricate her anus so she wouldn't skin his cock when he ass fucked her. He pulled his finger out, another slap on her buttocks. "Get your ass up. You're ready." Micha pulled out the chair, sitting on the straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. "Come over here, Samantha."

She stretched her muscles as she got off the table, feeling the wetness between her cheeks. He was sitting in the chair, holding his cock up into the air, Samantha knowing what she would have to do. This was going to be far more painful then when she lost her virginity. Her pussy was built to take an organ, not like her ass. She almost wished he would rape her pussy instead. She stood in front of him, staring down at his hard cock jutting up from the chair. He ran some lubrication over his shaft and head until it glistened in the bright lights. "Straddle me like before, Samantha. This time face the dresser so I can watch my cock slip up your ass and Daddy can see your pussy and your face as you take my cock up your asshole."

Samantha turned her back to him, at least she wouldn't have to see his face, but her father would see everything. She moved back until she felt his hands on her hips, stopping her from going back any farther.

"Reach back and grip my cock so you can guide it in your ass." His cock jerked in pleasure when her soft hands encircled his erect flesh. Her body moved lower until Micha felt the blunt head of his cock touch her crack, Samantha sliding it up and down her crack, his cock jerking each time it ran over her anal pad, jumping in excitement.

It felt huge as she ran it over her anus, her muscles going into spasms each time the hot flesh of his organ ran over the tiny hole. In spite of already being fingered, prodded and lubricated in her backside, she feared the pain of having something that big shoved up her backside. "Please, fuck my pussy instead. I'll make it good for you," Samantha spurted out in panic when she felt the size of his organ on her anus.

"Nonsense, I've already busted your cherry. I want your ass now, and I promised Daddy." Micha felt her hand rubbing the head of his cock over her anus, feeling her muscles clenching uncontrollably over the head. "Continue."

She rubbed the organ back and forth over her anus, the oiled organ sliding easily over her lubricated hole. She pushed back a little until she centered the massive head over her tiny hole, pausing as she kept her body suspended over his erect organ. She held her breath as she began to lower her body down, forced to use her own weight to impale her ass onto his rigid organ. She felt the stretching, just as his finger had done, but this was bigger, much bigger, and she feared that he would tear her with his massive weapon. The tremendous pressure continued, feeling the unnatural stretching o f her anal ring, wider and wider as the massive head continued to bore into her backside. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it, her lips clenched tightly together as she endured.

Micha couldn't believe the pleasure, the head of his cock slowly forced into her ass, her sphincter almost crushing it, her anal ring slipping tightly over the head like a giant rubber band. He watched as her tiny anus stretched wide around the flared head of his cock. His hands were on her hips to keep her moving down onto his cock. Her cheeks

were clenching and unclenching, bringing such delight as they compressed around his organ, but he wanted to be inside her. "A little more, Samantha. Take my cockhead in your asshole." He pulled her down just enough, her anal ring suddenly stretching wide for the head to slip into her rectum, her ring snapping shut beneath the thick ridge of his cock.

"EEEEEHHH," Samantha cried out when it popped inside her, feeling like a giant bat was shoved in her ass. "Don't, don't move," she begged, tears running down her cheeks as she felt the huge piece of flesh filling her backside unnaturally. It hurt going in, Samantha afraid of it moving any deeper, but she feared it pulling out just as much, the thick head trapped inside her. The muscles in her legs trembled as she tried to stay perfectly still, crouched obscenely over his organ, her hands still cradling it tenderly.

Manuel stroked his cock when he saw the young girl sit on the monstrous cock, filling her virgin anus for the first time. He enjoyed the look on her face; the tears staining her soft skin, imagining what it would be like if it were his cock that was penetrating the young virgin girl.

Tears filled James eyes as he saw the torment on his daughter's face, forced to perform the perverted act, the cock jutting up between her spread thighs like a giant spear. He couldn't imagine how it must feel for her to be impaled in such a place.

Micha's hands stroked the naked back of the trembling girl. "That's enough rest, Samantha. You're going to have to take it deeper. I want all of my cock up your ass.

Take it slowly, down and then back up, let your asshole swallow my cock and bring me such pleasure.

Samantha had no choice, her leg muscles growing tired of squatting over his organ, Micha growing impatient. She grunted as she pushed down, her ass slowly sliding down over his shaft, the thick head shoving aside her muscles as he entered her deeper, deeper into her guts. She pulled back up, feeling the tremendous pressure as the thick head acted like a stopper, creating a tremendous vacuum that felt like her guts were being sucked out. She pulled up until her anal ring was stretched tight around the thick head, then settled back down, the thick organ slowly penetrating her again. It was so big, Samantha feeling every bump, ridge and vein on his organ as it pushed against her soft passage. She couldn't control her muscles, spasms making them ripple up and down his shaft, sure that Micha thought she was doing it on purpose instead of the unnatural reaction of her body to being penetrated in such a place. She rode up and down, Micha's hands moving back to her hips to guide her.

"Roll your hips," his hands urging a back-and-forth motion at the same time she moved up and down.

Samantha grew dizzy as her insides were roused by the thick organ, rubbing her insides, forcing her muscles into submission as she took the organ deeper and deeper inside her. The organ bent her intestines where they shouldn't be bent, sharp pains in her stomach as the steel cock forced her organs to straighten to accept it. It was in so deep that it felt like it was coming out her mouth, gulping loudly as if she were swallowing it.

"More, you have another couple of inches to take, Samantha," Micha feeling the unbelievable pressure of her muscles rippling all over his cock as she rode up and down, her anal ring sliding up and down his shaft like a tight hand pleasuring him.

She felt it, more of his organ still not inside her, not sure she could take any more, afraid it would puncture her insides with his rigid flesh. It hurt when she had to push back down, feeling like it was the first time as the thick head shoved aside all her resistance to

bury deep in her guts. Then the pressure as her insides were sucked out by his organ until the head was the only thing trapped inside her, her ring stretched taut around the organ. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat by the time she finally sank down, feeling the organ twitching and jerking inside her bowels, the organ completely immersed in her ass. She couldn't believe it, her insides stretched tightly around the shaft, a sharp pain in her stomach each time his organ would jerk in pleasure inside her guts. At least when it was fully inside her, the pain was less. "Don't move, please, don't move." She held her breath.

Her sphincter fought to force his organ out, but he had too much cock inside her to be very effective, her involuntary contractions of her muscles bringing such delight to his fully encased cock, providing for his enjoyment. His hands slid around until he cupped her firm breasts, his fingers finding her nipples already hard and responsive.

She hated that he found her nipples hard, his fingers rough as they squeezed her flesh, forced to squirm on his lap, her cheeks massaging the organ that was up her ass.

"Time to be ass fucked, Samantha. Show Daddy how well you can pleasure me with your once-virgin asshole." Micha looked at the camera. "You don't know how sweet it is to take a young girl up the ass for the first time. She brings me such delight, and I can't wait to shoot my hot cum up her ass."

Her body was flushed in shame as her hips squirmed each time he pinched her nipples too hard. She felt the organ moving inside her, unable to sit still as he abused her nipples harshly.

"Start moving, Samantha. Up and down, a little bit more each time. Roll your hips to the sides as you fuck me, clenching your muscles on my cock. Give me a good ride, and you will be rewarded with a load of my hot cum up your ass. Show Daddy how much you enjoy being sodomized."

Each time she pulled up, her insides felt empty as the soft walls collapsed behind his organ. Up and down, her head dizzy with the rape of her ass, each time more and more of his organ sliding free from her ass until finally she felt the strain as the thick ridge on the head of his organ stretched her anal ring too far. His hands held her, most of his organ beneath her, only the head trapped in her rectum. She clenched her muscles, squeezing, then releasing the jerking organ, anything to prolong the time when she knew she would have to force her body down and take the full measure of his organ inside her.

"All of it, Samantha; feel it fill you." He pulled down on her nipples, Samantha's body dragged down, her anus sliding over his cock until her buttocks slapped hard onto his lap.

"EEEWWW," she cried out as the organ raped her ass, plunging hard and deep inside her until she felt the cramps of the thick organ filling her bowels. One minute she went from empty to full, feeling like she just finished a big meal, her stomach cramped around the organ that sodomized her.

"Up again, perform for me, Samantha." He pulled her up until only the head was trapped then back down, fully impaling her on his cock.

Her body was buffeted back and forth by his raping organ, her insides filled and emptied with hard, powerful strokes that cramped her deep in her guts, his organ stretching her soft passage. His hands were becoming more urgent, recognizing the way he got just before he would cum. That would be the worst part, humiliated as he emptied his foul seed in her guts. Her insides felt like they were being rubbed raw by his organ, the lubricant wearing off. She felt his organ growing as she rocked up and down on the

rigid shaft, slicing through her very being like a sword. She wouldn't be able to take much more of this. "Finish in me," she begged.

"Tell Daddy what you want me to do, Samantha."

"Cum in me," she begged.

"Where, Samantha. Where do you want me to cum?" Micha wanted her to say it all.

"Cum in my ass; please cum in my ass," Samantha begged, softly sobbing as she rode the rigid organ that split her guts.

Micha forced her up and down, finally the sperm bursting from his balls. He pulled her down onto his cock, his cock jerking in pleasure deep in her bowels.

It felt so thick inside her, bulging up as she was forced down until it sat painfully in her guts. She felt it jerk and twitch, and then she felt it, a powerful jet shooting into her guts, bathing her intestines with his hot sperm. She never felt so much shame as she did now, his hands pulling her back up and then down, another jet of sperm lubricating his organ as he plunged back into her guts, defiling her with his foul seed. He was shoving up with his hips, feeling like he was trying to drive his organ through her body and out her mouth, his organ stabbing her painfully with each thrust.

He never felt anything as good as he did when he came in the young girl's virgin rectum. Every dollar he paid for her was worth it, more in that he knew Daddy was watching him defile his precious virgin daughter, sure that the detective that was watching it was probably cumming as he watched the screen. He climaxed inside her, her insides clenching each time he jetted a load of sperm inside her, her contractions forcing another load of sperm to eject inside her. After three loads of sperm, he was finished inside her, his semi-erect cock still encased in her hot, tight hole. He held still, her muscles beginning to work on forcing his cock from her rectum.

It felt like a gallon of his seed was dumped inside her, jet after jet shooting and burning her intestines. He finally stopped; Samantha slumped onto his organ, unable to control her muscles as they tried to force the invader out.

"Raise up and let my cock slip from your ass."

She finally managed to rise up, his cock pulling from her rectum until finally the thick head slipped out of her anus with a loud pop, a flood of milky, white sperm leaking out behind it. Her tiny, brown anus was now red and swollen, the hole slowly closing back down, covered with drying sperm.

"That's all, Daddy. Tomorrow I take your teen whore with me if you don't find her by then. Don't worry about her; she will have lots of men's attention. And more cock to take care of her."

James watched as the screen went blank, sobbing again, his failure to find Samantha weighing heavily on him.

Manuel answered the phone as soon as it rang, knowing it was James that was calling. He just wiped up the sperm from the desk, blasting all over the computer at the same time Samantha got her load of sperm in her ass. He had some clues as to her whereabouts, but he knew the chances were slim on finding her.





Chapter 9


Teen Whore





Samantha still woke up in a sweaty state each day. When they fled Mexico, Samantha found herself packed in a long, wooden crate similar to a coffin. She was given an oxygen mask that fitted over her face, the cold, metal tank tucked along her body. She was bound, unable to stop them when they put the lid on it, hammering it shut. It was the longest and scariest part of her life, never knowing if she would run out of oxygen before they opened the crate.

Micha loved it when he pulled Samantha and Lauren from the crates. Their eyes were opened wide in terror. The girls would be more accommodating now that they learned what might happen to them if they did not obey. "Take them to their rooms."

The room was not what Samantha expected. She should have known, the room decorated for a schoolgirl, a canopy bed with white comforter, stuffed animals on the dresser, even a desk over in the corner as if she were to do homework. All of the surroundings were meant to please a pedophile, Samantha knowing that she would have to act the part. She took a shower, not sure if there were cameras in the room, but positive they were somewhere watching her and probably recording every detail of her life.

She was surprised when they let her have lunch with Lauren, the first time they were allowed to talk to each other since their capture. They were both dressed as if they were going to the mall.

"How are you?" Samantha was the first to say something after they sat down. The men were watching them, but they made no move to stop them from talking.

"I've been gang raped, whipped, beaten and tossed in a coffin and sealed up like a corpse. Now, I am trapped in some country, to be a whore for some pervert that paid for me. I'm doing fine. How about you?" Her voice was sarcastic, but there was fear in it.

"Remember that problem I had with my virginity. No longer. Taken from places that I never even considered. And my father saw it all, forced to watch as some pervert made me fuck him with every hole I have." Samantha shot back with equal sarcasm.

"Sorry. I'm feeling sorry for myself." It wasn't Samantha's fault, they were both stupid for going to Mexico and thinking they were safe and nothing could happen to them. "What are we going to do?"

Samantha didn't know the answer. Their hopes were dashed when they left the country. "I guess do what we have to do to survive and hope that our parents will find us."

"You mean fuck and suck until we're dried-out whores."

"I imagine it will involve lots of that." Samantha trying to make light of it, but she knew it was true. Her lost virginity was just the beginning. There would be much worse. They stopped talking about sex. The food was excellent; at least they would have that to look forward to.

"You can spend some time at the pool, Lauren," Micha catching the girls as they were about to leave the dining room. "You have an appointment this afternoon, Samantha."

Micha walked down the hallway with Samantha.

He didn't say anything to her about how she should act or what she should do. That worried her, the door closing behind her as Micha left her in her room. It was almost an hour before she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Loud footsteps. Her eyes were glued to the door handle as it turned slowly, the door finally opened. He walked in. He almost looked like a businessman, dressed neatly in casual clothes, about the same age as her father. He was tall, over six feet, with equally large hands. She tried not to look, but her gaze caught the bulge in the front of his pants, Samantha knowing that he didn't

come to her to be her friend. He wanted her body, not sure what he would do to her, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

He smiled at her, just like he would do to any young girl he saw on the street, but this was different. He paid $50,000 for the day with this girl, Micha telling her that she was recently deflowered by him personally, so she would still be tight. She wasn't trained, but he didn't care. He liked a bit of reluctance, and Micha told him about the toy chest in the closet. That is all he would need. "I'm Jack, Samantha. Stand up so I can see you." She got off the edge of the bed, her short skirt showing lots of lean, long legs and wide hips, her top showing full breasts. "Turn around so I can see your ass." She turned around, stopping with her back to him, Jack reaching down to rub his cock as he saw her firm, twin buttocks draped in her skirt.

"Such a nice desk, Samantha. Why don't you have a seat at it while I get something?

He watched her ass sway seductively as she went over to the desk, sitting in the wooden chair. He opened the closet door, opening the drawer at the top of the closet, Jack pulling out the plastic bag. He looked inside, his cock growing in excitement as he saw the contents.

What was he getting out of my closet? He pulled out a bag, looking full and heavy.

He moved over to her until she felt him behind her. He grabbed her wrists, kneeling down behind the chairs as he drew her wrists together. She should have known, the bag falling onto the floor beside the chair, part of the contents spilling out, the black, metal handcuffs banging noisily. He snapped the handcuffs on each of her wrists, hearing the snap as they ratcheted tight. When he was finished, she tried to pull her hands away, but she found that he must have weaved the chain on the cuffs between the back of the chair, keeping her securely bound to it. He was kneeling next to her, his large hand on the top of her leg, Samantha knowing that her legs were next. This time it was rope, neat, long strands of rope coming out of the bag.

"Lovely legs, Samantha." Jack stroked the top of her leg, sliding down to her knee and back up, this time beneath her skirt, feeling the soft, silky skin of her tender inner thighs. He applied pressure to her thigh, pushing it out, his other hand grabbing her foot and pulling it back until he could secure it to the back leg of the chair. He moved in front of her, between her legs, his hand sliding up between her legs to bow out her other leg.

He pushed the other leg back until he could fasten it to the opposite back leg, pleased in tying her up so quickly and efficiently.

His hands were all over her legs, but with her arms behind her back, she couldn't do anything as his large hands pawed at her inner thighs, her skirt hiked up higher and higher as he bound her legs, leaving her legs spread and unable to stop him from touching her intimately. She looked at him kneeling between her bound legs, his hands on both of her naked legs.

"RRRRIPPPPP." He tore off her panties with one pull of his powerful hand. She had a shocked look on her face as he stripped them forcibly from her body. "You won't need those." He looked into her face as his hands pressed out on her thighs, forcing her to bow her legs out, her short skirt sliding up until he could see her brown bush. "Micha didn't tell me you had a full head of hair." He pushed her skirt up almost to her waist, uncovering her, as he gazed at her young, tight pussy uncovered before his eyes.

He already had her panties off, her sex bared, her bound arms and legs leaving her defenseless. There was nothing she could do when she felt his unshaven face rubbing

along her soft inner thighs painfully, like sandpaper scratching her flesh. No one had ever done that to her, but she felt his hot breath blowing on her sex, his mouth just inches from her sex. She felt the shame as he sucked in breaths of air through his nose, sure that he was inhaling her scent. His hands slid to the back of the seat, Samantha afraid of where his hands were going, sliding under her buttocks until he raised her up. Would he be like Micha and defile me in my backside?

Jack pulled her forward, sliding along the seat, her legs still bound behind her, drawing her closer to his mouth. It forced her legs to spread wider, her pussy lips peeling back to expose her inner lips, Jack sure that it was the light sparkling off her wet inner lips. He pulled her up until her pussy was open and exposed to him, all the way from the top of her slit to her anus, the brown hole still red and swollen, sure it was from Micha's anal rape of the young girl.

"NOOO!" Panicking when she felt his hot breath blowing on her exposed sex. He was going to kiss her, or worse, lick her sex. Lauren had told her that boys went down on her, making her cum when they licked her, Samantha afraid that he might make her do that, make her cum. His fingers moved forward to peel apart her lips, his tongue licking up her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her sex. "EEEEEWWWW," the wet tongue touching her for the first time. It wasn't soft as she expected it, but rough, licking in a broad swatch up and down her inner lips as if he were exploring her intimately with his tongue. She felt strange tremors run through her body, ashamed that it was arousing her in ways she never knew before.

Jack licked her juices, exploring the young girl's cunt. He couldn't remember the last time he had tasted such a delicious morsel as Samantha, recently deflowered but still fresh. "What a great-tasting pussy, Samantha." He ran his tongue up and down her slit, pushing aside her lips to taste every bit of her flesh. His tongue moved to her pussy, finding the hole still tight in spite of her recent deflowering, making his tongue into a sharp point as he tried to enter her, lifting her up by her ass so he could sink his tongue in deeper. He heard her heavy breathing, hoping that he could humiliate her and make her cum with his mouth.

His tongue was everywhere, her lips, inside her, poking in and out of her like a tiny organ, feeling it push aside her muscles to enter her recently virgin pussy. How could he do such a thing? Licking me down there. It got worse, his tongue moving up her slit, his fingers following it, squeezing around the base of her clit, squeezing the pleasure button until it popped from its protective hood, exposed, his tongue waiting to slap back and forth over the sensitive tip. "EEEEHH," her hips bucking as he sucked her clit into his mouth, the powerful suction drawing it painfully from her body, only to be attacked by his waiting tongue. She couldn't stand it, her body shaking, her arousal increasing the longer he worked on her clit, his teeth biting it at the base, a sharp pain followed by the pleasure as his tongue slapped back and forth over the sensitive tip.

He could taste her juices, his lips slick, his tongue lapping at her nectar, as she struggled not to cum under his expert tongue. She had a large clit, easily trapped in his mouth, his tongue attacking it with a vengeance. He still had one more place to taste, the tart hole between her cheeks. He released her clit, a gasp from her lips, but his tongue moved down her slit, running over the sensitive perineum as her body shook.

It was bad enough that she was close to cumming, but he left her hanging, deserting her clit. She felt his tongue slither between her lips like a serpent, sliding down but not

stopping at her pussy, instead sliding lower, Samantha surprised at the tingling she felt between her legs when his tongue lapped at the tiny spot of skin that was her perineum, never aware how sensitive it was. She was lulled into a false sense of security until his tongue moved again, this time not back up to her sex but lower, drawing up her body, his fingers digging into her cheeks and keeping them parted. His tongue slithered between her cheeks. "NOT THERE!" It was bad enough that Micha put his organ up her backside, but a tongue was repulsive. How could he do such a thing?

He licked her sweat-drenched crack, the salty sweat filling his mouth, but he wanted her anus. No girl had ever allowed him inside her ass, especially not with his tongue, but Samantha was not a willing participant, Jack able to do any perverted act he wanted on her young body, including tight bondage.

"Don't squeeze your cheeks together, or I'll beat your ass instead of licking it." He threatened her when she clenched her cheeks, trapping his chin between her cheeks, finally feeling her relent, her cheeks suddenly going relaxed. "That's better, now let my tongue up your ass." Jack intended to degrade her as much as possible. He licked all around her anus, feeling the muscles clench uncontrollably.

Samantha couldn't believe the feeling in her anus, his tongue touching her in a place that she never expected to be so sensitive, his tongue finding rich nerve endings surrounding her hole, sending her body crashing in unexpected pleasure. She felt her anal ring opening under the onslaught of his wet tongue, feeling it entering her, a strange tremor running through her body as he sank his tongue into her rectum, feeling like a water snake burrowing deep into her body. Her body shook, but his hands held her still as he tongued her backside.

He loved her tart anus, sliding his tongue deep into her ass, knowing soon that it would be his cock that would penetrate the tight, dark hole. He finally pulled his tongue out, going back to making her cum under his expert mouth. He rode her pussy for long minutes, sucking and stretching her clit as his tongue beat at it like a tiny punching bag, his fingers crawling over her ass to play delicately over her anus, teasing the muscles as it jerked spastically each time his finger entered her.

She couldn't stop him, his hands and mouth everywhere, taking her from one plateau to another, each time driving her closer to an orgasm, the first that she would have by someone other than herself. At times, it felt like he was chewing on her, his teeth biting into her labia, grinding on her flesh. Her body froze each time he trapped her clit with his teeth, his tongue lapping at the trapped organ, Samantha afraid he would accidently bite it off if she moved a muscle. The unexpected tension only made her more aroused.

Samantha was fucking his face, her pussy sliding up and down until her juices coated his face. She was ready, just on the edge, his finger snaking up her anus, feeling her muscles fighting uselessly to keep his finger from her rectum, twisting and turning it in her guts as his tongue lashed out at her clit.

"EEEEWWWHHHHHH," Samantha screamed so loud that she thought it was someone else, an explosive orgasm racing through her inexperienced body; feeling like her head was exploding with multicolored lights. She was sure that she wet herself, feeling wetness between her legs, afraid Jack would be angry for peeing on his face.

Instead, his tongue lapped at her juices, riding her orgasm to the end. He finally pulled away from her, his face glistening with her juices, as he licked his lips of her juices.

"First time anyone ever make you cum, Samantha?" He saw the shame on her face.

She closed her eyes, trying not to look into his eyes.

She was grateful when he took off the ropes and cuffs from her legs and wrists.

"Get up. Strip off your clothes. Slowly." Jack sat in the chair that he released Samantha from.

She did as he said, taking off her skirt, her panties already gone. He had already seen her sex, up close and intimate, no shame in it any longer. She unbuttoned her blouse, taking if off, teasing him as she revealed the skimpy, thin bra they gave her to wear. She took off the bra, shamed that her nipples were hard and swollen, the orgasm racing through her nipples when she came. Finally, she was naked in front of him, looking down to see that he had taken out his organ and was rubbing it as he watched her strip for him.

"Get on the bed; I will get some new toys to play with." He went over to the closet again, this time finding what he wanted behind the door.

She lay down on the bed, the comforter soft. She heard some clanging and then Jack walked over to the bed, two long boards in his hands, each at least four feet long, but what was at each end scared her. Each end had a leather cuff, open and ready to accept their unwilling victim's limbs. He laid the first one above her head, Jack looking down at her.

"Raise your arms over your head." He didn't wait, grabbing one of her slim wrists, pulling it up until he could put the first cuff on it, closing it and tightening the strap until the black leather cut a deep groove in the white skin of her wrist. He moved to the other side of the bed, this time her other hand already up and laying on the strap, Samantha looking up over her shoulder as she watched him put her other wrist in the cuff.

He pulled them too tight, already feeling the tingling in her fingertips, but she figured he did that on purpose. If this were for her arms, the other one would be for her legs. Her legs would stretch more painfully when bound to the bar. She looked over her shoulders at each arm, pulling on the restraints that kept her pinned to the board, but all it did was move slightly, banging noisily against the headboard.

Jack went to the foot of the bed, taking the other spreader bar and placing it between her legs. He looked up at the young girl, the forced spread of her arms high up made her lovely tits stand up so pointedly. He grabbed one ankle, looking up between her legs as he spread it far to one side, her pussy opening up until she moved her other leg to close the gap as if he would allow her that protection. He put the leather straps around her ankles, yanking them tight to keep her securely pinned to the spread bar.

She tried to stop him, but he was too powerful, yanking her leg to the other side, feeling her legs yanked apart until it felt like she was being split up the middle, her toes pointed out as he tied the leather straps around her other ankle. He released her leg, Samantha trying to move her legs, but the heavy wooden bar only moved inches and banged noisily.

Jack took another short strip of rope from the bag, tying one end to a ring in the center of the bar that spread her arms. "Now you must be punished for cumming without my permission."

"I didn't mean it," Samantha cried out. "I thought you wanted me to." She didn't like the word punishment, not when she was bound and spread on the bed. She watched as he grabbed the center of the bar between her ankles and pulled it up towards her head.

Her body began to roll into a ball, her ass rising up from the bed, Jack pushing down on her knees until her knees were pushed against her chest. He tied the other end of the

rope through the bar that was between her legs, keeping her pinned. Only then did she realize how spread and defenseless her sex was.

"It's your pussy that was naughty, so it will be your pussy that will be punished. I'll start with a good pussy spanking, and we'll move on from there. Micha tells me he has some lovely whips that will tenderize your pussy."

She couldn't believe what he said, but his hand landing with a soft thud on her exposed sex, his palm slapping lightly on her labia told her that he was serious. He rubbed her sex, than pulled his hand back, this time his palm slapping along her inner thigh and catching just the edge of her lips. It stung, but it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would. Another blow, this time harder, his large palm landing soundly on her mound, her lips pushed back by the force. She tried to close her legs, but the spreader bar was doing its job, keeping her open and defenseless. She looked at him, his organ growing larger. How could a man get aroused by inflicting pain on a girl? "EEEhhh," the hand striking her again, this time harder, the splat ringing out in the room. He kept his hand still for a moment on her mound as if he were feeling the heat that the sharp slap had produced in her skin, finally moving away, but not before his fingers dragged through her pussy lips.

Jack looked at her mound, her lips beginning to turn a pretty pink, his fingers picking up a bit of moisture each time he slapped her. "SSSPPPLLLAAT." He spanked her buttocks, the muscles taut from the way her body was rolled up by the tight bondage, his hand caressing the smooth skin before he slapped the other cheek. He could almost make out the imprint of his hand on her white cheeks. He began to strike harder, moving from her ass to her pussy, slapping hard right down her slit, making sure that her puffy lips took the full brunt of his slap, tears in her eyes only making him harder.

He never stopped, first spanking her butt, than back between her legs, his large hand striking her harder, feeling the sharp bite as his palm smashed into her lips. It was almost as though he was caressing her in between spanking her, but she felt little in pleasure, only the pain of the continual spanking. "OOWWWW," she cried, his hand coming down harder, her lips pushed back by the powerful force of his palm, attacking the inner lips.

His hand rubbed her lips, pushing them aside until his palm rubbed her inner lips back and forth. It was more pain than pleasure, the orgasm taking the arousal from her body, the tight bondage and spanking only a painful reminder of her helplessness.

Her lips were now a bright red, his hand continuing to beat her sex, harder with each spank, her body jerking in pain, the spreader bars banging nosily as her young body shook beneath his hand. He enjoyed the tears that ran down her cheeks. He finally stopped; going to the closet, finding a nice selection of whips right where Micha said they would be. He picked a riding crop shaped like a small hand, made of red leather, but the bite wouldn't be small.

She saw it in his hand, the panic etched in her face as he approached the bed. She was grateful when he put it down, but it was short-lived, long enough for him to strip off his clothes. He stood over her, naked, his long organ jutting menacingly in front of him, bobbing up and down in excitement. He turned her head back when she tried to look away in shame, forced to stare at the monstrous organ, knowing it would be painful when he entered her. He kneeled on the bed, next to her head. He began to rub his organ on her face, feeling the hot flesh almost burning her skin, leaving a trail of hot juices as he smeared her face with his juices. She couldn't do anything as he rubbed the thick head

over her lips, painting them as it jerked in excitement. She knew she would have to take it in her mouth, hating when Micha made her suck his organ, remembering choking on the abundant juices that shot from the end in her mouth.

Jack fisted his cock as he ran it over her lips, feeling her hot breath blowing on his cock only added to the excitement. "You're going to suck me, Samantha. Be very careful that you don't scratch or bite my cock. I'm going to enjoy whipping your pussy while you suck me so lovingly."

He was perverted, expecting her to suck his organ, making sure she doesn't hurt him, at the same time he was going to whip her between the legs, inflicting the most horrific pain. His hand was bad enough; the whip was more menacing in spite of the comic look of the little hand at the end. She knew it would sting painfully.

His cock leaked his juices as he placed the big head between her lips, her mouth opening up to a small oval, Jack pushing his cock into the small opening. "Lick the tip; spill some of my juices into your mouth so you taste my powerful cum." He tapped the riding crop between her legs, the red hand whip highlighted against her pale skin until he felt her tongue lapping at the head of his cock. He squeezed his muscles as he fought the urge to cum, finally letting lose a few drops of his sperm onto her reluctant tongue. He saw the look of disgust on her face as she tasted him, but another tap of the whip between her thighs, catching her pussy lips brought her attention back to licking his cock.

Just a light tap of the whip was painful, Samantha licking at the hot organ in her mouth in spite of the salty juices coating her tongue like a thick blanket. His hand pushed her head sideways, his organ slipping through her lips, feeling them stretched tautly around the thickness of his organ.

"Good girl, Samantha. Not show me how well you can suck. Run your tongue over my cock while your suck it deep into your mouth. Coax the cum from my balls." He shoved with his hips at the same time he swung the riding crop through the air to catch her hard on one pussy lip, her body jerking, a faint cry from her mouth, stifled as he shoved his cock deeper into her open mouth.

She thought she was going to swallow his organ, the whip beating painfully on her sex, his hips driving the organ deeper into her mouth, her muffled cry barely heard as her mouth filled with his hot flesh. Another bite of the whip, forcing Samantha to use her tongue to excite him, hoping she could make him cum and end this misery before he beat her to death. Her lips were stretch around his shaft, feeling the thick veins sliding over her lips, ashamed at having to perform this perverted act. He was driving his organ in and out, each time he entered her mouth he whipped her sex, the leather whip slapping painfully on her exposed sex. Samantha's muscles ached as they tried to close, the spreader bars keeping her open as the whip lashed at her lips, pushing them aside to bite painfully into her soft, inner lips.

Only a little more than a quarter of his cock was in her mouth, his hand holding Samantha's head still and subservient as he fed his cock into her mouth. Each time he whipped her pussy; her muffled scream would make her mouth open wider, forcing more of his oversized organ into her tiny mouth. It only made him want to whip her pussy harder until he had all of his cock jammed down her throat.

Samantha didn't know what was worse, the organ in her mouth or the whip on her sex.

She was afraid of the organ in her mouth. It was too big, her mouth wasn't big enough to contain it and she doubted that he would stop because of that. His hips were shoving it in

and out, banging at the entrance of her throat, choking her. Each time she gagged, the whip would come crashing down on her sex, her lips feeling like they were swollen to twice their size. Such a tiny leather hand became increasingly painful. His hand kept her head still.

Jack hips became frenzied, her tight, soft lips feeling so delightful around his throbbing cock, her tongue never stopped rubbing over his cock. Drool was running down her chin, his thick shaft splitting open her lips. He put his hand on the back of her head, holding her steady. He reached back to slap hard on her pussy with the riding crop, a muffled shriek from her gagged mouth and he shoved with his hips. He felt the tremendous pressure on the head of his cock as her small throat compressed the hard flesh to fit into the tiny opening. He could hear her gagging, her throat opening uncontrollably, Jack grunting as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat. Her muscles fought him every inch of the way, clenching onto his cock head like a vise, trying to force the invader out, but Jack was determined and powerful, his hips driving his cock into her throat like a pile driver.

"GGLLLUUKKK," her stomach turning, fighting the urge to vomit as the organ speared into her throat. She didn't think such a monster could fit into such a tiny opening, but he was ruthless, her choking and gagging only making it easier for him to breach her throat.

If felt raw, his organ scratching her delicate throat, her muscles unsuccessful in keeping the organ from her throat. Each time she gagged, it gave him a bigger opening to breach, more of his organ shoved down until it felt like a serpent was plunging down into her gullet. She could barely breathe, her nostrils flaring as she tried to suck in the precious air to her starved lungs. She was sure she would die, but his hand held her pinned and each time she didn't think it could get any worse, he would whip her mound, another scream and gag dragged from her body.

Jack was proud of himself, over half of his cock shoved into the tear stained face of the young girl. He never felt such pleasure, the muscles of her throat rippling up and down his shaft like hundreds of tiny fingers masturbating his cock. She struggled but he overpowered her, the panic in her eyes as she tried to breathe only making his cock harder and bigger. He began to pump his cock in and out of her throat, never taking it all the way out, not wanting to lose the delightful tightness. Her mouth opened wider each time he choked her with his cock, only driving him to greater ferocity, his hips driving forward, wanting to shove all of his cock in her throat and down into her stomach. He had paid for her and he was going to do all that he wanted to do to her, all of the perversities that he could think of.

"MMMGGGG," the organ never taken from her mouth or throat, feeling like sandpaper was rubbing her throat raw. She couldn't believed that his organ could get bigger but the longer he went, the fatter it became, stretching the walls of her throat by brute force. Her head was dizzy from lack of air, unable to fill her lungs with enough air through her nose, Jack unwilling to take his organ from her mouth. She could feel it snaking down her throat, each time she choked or gagged from the massive organ he would shove harder and sink more of his organ into her stomach. He continued to whip her sex, her lips swollen and bruised, feeling like he was tearing at her flesh with each snap of the whip.

"EEEwwww," a particularly brutal slap of the whip, attacking high up her slit, smashing her pleasure button painfully into her pubic bone, feeling like it was being crushed beneath a ten-pound sledge hammer, the pain exploding in her head. Samantha didn't know how

much longer she could stand the brutal rape of her mouth, wishing he would cum, even if it was in her mouth. Anything to end it.

Jack wouldn't be able to last much longer, his cock compressed in her tight throat, her muscles rippling up and down it, the sperm bubbling in his balls needing release. He was determined, clenching his muscles to forestall his orgasm, a powerful shove with his hips and he shoved the last of his cock down her throat. He stared into her terror-filled eyes, her tears running down her face, drool covering her chin. His pubic hair was pushed up against her lips; his whole cock disappeared into her mouth. He watched as she choked and gagged, holding her head pinned to his cock, refusing to give up a single inch.

It felt like a baseball bat was jammed down her throat, coming out somewhere deep in her guts. She couldn't believe it was all the way inside her, but the jerking, throbbing man flesh that filled her throat was testament to his brutality. He began to pump his organ, in and out, each time taking it a little bit more from her throat, Samantha grateful for anything in spite of knowing that he was readying to cum. She knew she would have to swallow a belly full of sperm, but it couldn't be any worse than the organ that was in her stomach now.

Jack wanted to cum in her mouth, watching the young girl bathing in his juices. He pulled his cock from her throat, slowly, feeling the tremendous pressure, a vacuum formed behind the thick head of his cock. He heard her gasping for air when his cock popped from her throat like a cork popping from a bottle of champagne.

She sucked in as much air as she could, the organ free from her throat, knowing she didn't have much time before he would cum in her mouth. "EEEGGGGHH," the whip still hitting her battered sex. She was afraid he would want more sex when he finished with her mouth, afraid that it would be her beaten sex that would be raped next. The organ was still in her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the thick shaft, feeling it jerk in her mouth, Jack breathing heavily as he neared climaxing. She did what she had to do, licking at the sensitive head, her tongue lapping at the leaking head like a dog lapping at water. It was leaking profusely, her tongue coated with the thick, salty juice.

"EEEEWWWW," Jack cried out, feeling the sperm racing up from his balls, tingling delightfully as the head of his cock shot out the first powerful jet of sperm into the young girls unwilling mouth. He slapped the whip onto her sex to inspire her to drink his sperm, her cry smothered by a mouthful of sperm filling her mouth. He had been saving his sperm for this time, a second jet of sperm filling her mouth, hearing her pathetic cries as her throat bobbed up and down as his sperm slowly sank into her stomach. He fucked her mouth until a third and final load of sperm jetted from his cock, her chin drooling with his thick, milky sperm.

It was worse then with Micha, her throat burning as the salty juices ran down her throat to sit heavily in her stomach, her cheeks bellowing to contain the abundant sperm that filled her mouth. She couldn't believe how much sperm he spurted into her, swallowing repeatedly until her stomach bulged with his hot juices. He finally finished, but his organ lay in her mouth, the semi-hard organ sitting heavily on her tongue. She knew what she had to do, her tongue licking all the thick, salty juices from his organ, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as she rocked her head back and forth. At least he had stopped whipping her sex.

It was such an erotic sight for Jack. The young girl was sucking his spent cock lovingly, her tongue licking it clean as her head bobbed up and down sexily. He could

already feel the stirring in his loins, keeping his cock in her willingly mouth until it began to swell to attention. Where would he stick his cock next? He would be able to last much longer. Would it be her beaten pussy or should he sodomize the tight asshole of the young girl?





Chapter 10


It Gets Worse





James hired the former KGB agent through a list of some unscrupulous friends he had. James had found out that Samantha and Lauren might have been taken to Georgia.

Not the Georgia in the United States, but one of the former Soviet block nations. Boris came highly recommended, able to deal with the lawlessness of the former Soviet country.

Many of its citizens grew rich raping the country of its natural resources and spent their wealth in the same manner, young girls plentiful at various auctions throughout the world brought back to Georgia as playthings for them, their friends and business partners.

"I will be gone for a week. Unfortunately, young, American girls are plentiful here. It will take me a while to check out all the leads I have. You must do a better job of keeping your girls safe," Boris scolded James before he hung up. He was headed for Poti, a port city on the Black Sea. Like its past as a slave market, the rich had revitalized the slave market, purchasing young girls to stock the whorehouses that catered to the extremely wealthy and perverted.

Boris was staying at the Ankori Hotel, not because of its amenities, but it was one of the few hotels that even had a two-star rating. He still had his connections throughout Russia, an old friend, Androssi to meet him in the hotel bar at six tonight, promising to take him on a tour of the exclusive whorehouses.



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Samantha was glad when he finally took his organ from her mouth, feeling it begin to stir again, afraid he would get too excited and shove it down her throat again. He untied her, her back creaking as he untied the two spread bars, undoing her hands before he did her feet, his eyes staring at her wide spread crotch and her beaten sex. He untied her legs slowly, Samantha's hands going between her legs, trying to sooth some of the pain.

She was afraid he would take her there, igniting the fresh wounds. The feeling gradually went back into her muscles, stretching her arms and legs, still naked but so was Jack.

Jack picked up the phone, speaking into it in Georgian dialect. It took only a few minutes before you could hear the noise coming down the hall, Jack opening up the door to the two burly men carrying the massive wooden structure.

Samantha didn't like the looks of it as they dragged it across the floor and put it in the center of the room. It was made out of rough, hewn wood, the wood stained from sweat.

There were four small thick wooden posts that shot up about a foot in each corner, thick beams running at right angle, connecting the four corners, almost like a small bed. The two posts in the back were spread wider then the front, menacing leather cuffs with shiny metal buckles attached to the posts. There was a downward sloping plank that ran from the front posts to about half way down, not as wide as the front posts, stopping abruptly in the center. More leather cuffs were attached to the front posts close to the floor. It was

what that protruded up from the center that scared her to death. It looked like a man's organ, but carved out of wood. It was huge, a domed head that was a big as her fist. A sharp ridge ran around the head, sloping down to the shaft, but the edge looked rough, tiny splinters of wood sticking menacingly out. The shaft was even worse, thick ridges shaped like veins ran around the shaft from the base all the way to the head. What wasn't covered with veins had bumps and ridges, the edges rough. It jutted up from the base like an erect organ. One that would never get soft.

She struggled as the two men helped Jack get her onto the contraption, her tiny body thrown like a sack of potatoes onto the wooden bench. Her upper body was placed on the sloping bench, her tits crushed into the wood, Samantha not noticing how rough the plank was until she began to squirm on the wood. Her arms were pulled down, stretching them until her muscles grew taut, the leather cuffs encircling her wrists as the men strapped them tightly around her wrists. When they released her arms, her body was pulled forward; Samantha posed erotically as she shoved her naked ass up into the air to escape the giant wood phallus that jutted up beneath her. She had to straddle the bench, her legs opened wide, leaving her naked and open from behind, the other men not failing to notice, laughing and saying something in a foreign language she didn't understand but she knew it was demeaning.

Jack grabbed one of her ankles, pulling it back and spreading it far out to one side, feeling the unyielding leather cuff attached and secured tight, the tingling in her toes as it cut off her circulation. She arched her back and ass up as her other leg was yanked, but she couldn't escape the fake organ that plunged up between her legs.

As her leg was pulled to the side, she was lowered down until she felt the wooden head push up against her whipped sex. Jack's hands were on her hips, shifting her body until she felt her pussy lips separated by the unyielding wood, trying not to move. The head wasn't smooth, almost feeling like sandpaper. She couldn't do anything as her other leg was spread, this time too far, her crotch feeling like she was being split up the middle.

By time he was finished, her toes were almost pointed, the muscles in her legs taut as they were stretched, Samantha feeling like she was being stretched in a medieval rack.

The wooden monster between her legs was beating at the entrance of her tight sex.

Yesterday's rape was bad enough, but this was much worse. It wasn't even a real organ, but a fake one, meant to cause pain. She also worried. With the fake organ between her legs, there was only one place open to be penetrated, her up thrust ass rising up submissively as though she was welcoming another act of sodomy. She would have to aid this loathsome act, the thrusts in her backside would drive her down on the wooden stake, Samantha forced to meet and accept the painful sodomy or be impaled on the wooden organ that would tear her sex open. She knew better then to plead, Jack paying money to do the most perverse things to her body, the more painful, the more pleasurable for him. She was beginning to learn more about men than she ever wanted to know.

The other two men left Jack alone. He stepped behind Samantha, admiring the view.

Her cheeks were parted widely, the exaggerated expanse of her spread legs leaving nothing hidden from his view. Her anus was still slightly red and swollen from Micha's rape, but he was sure that she would be sufficiently tight for him. The wooden cock that shot up between her legs was already beating an entrance at her pussy. Once he got inside her anus, his powerful thrust would send the wooden cock piercing her belly painfully or she would have to push back and meet his thrust, milking his cock with her

rectum to a delightful orgasm up her once virgin ass. He stroked her buttocks, watching her buttocks clenching erotically. "Nice ass, Samantha. I'm sure you already figured out I am going to pleasure myself up your ass. You can either fuck back on my cock or fuck the wooden cock beneath you. Either way I will enjoy you."

She felt the cold as he poured something over her buttocks, but she was more concerned with the tight bondage that kept her pinned and almost impaled. The slightest movements of her chest and her nipples rubbed on the wooden surface, feeling like it was sandpaper. It rasped across her nipples, only making them harder, bigger targets for the rough surface that felt like tiny knives sticking in the nerve, rich tips. She felt a tremendous pressure between her legs, the blunt, wooden organ pushing aside her lips, forcing entrance to her pussy. His hands rubbed the oil over her buttocks, her muscles clenching as his fingertips ran over her abused anus. No matter how much she tried to fight it, her buttocks pushed away from his cold, wet finger when it ran over her anus, reminding Samantha of the painful sodomy of yesterday. It only drove her pussy onto the fake organ, feeling her lips stretching wide, the rough wood slicing along her smooth skin painfully. She fought the urge to get away from the finger that strayed over her anus, but it became more insistent, running around her anus, a deep tingling running deep in her bowels.

His finger fought the tight muscles in her anus, spasms around the tiny hole as he circled the clenching muscle. He saw her moving away; sure that the fake cock was having success in entering her pussy, his sharp fingernail slicing along the sensitive hole to drive her onto the impaling wooden cock. He pressed the tip of his finger into the center of her anus and began to apply a gentle pressure, feeling her anal ring begin to spread under the onslaught.

She couldn't believe the painful stretching of her belly as the wooden organ pushed aside her muscles to open her up to the advancing head. It felt like a giant basketball opening her up, but this was hard and rough, the slightest movement slicing along her soft passage. It was too big, but the finger that was on her butt was discerning, Samantha feeling the uncomfortable feeling as her anal ring began to open and stretch around his finger. It was bad enough with the fake organ, but the finger up her butt was perverted, a hole meant to push things out, not be entered. She couldn't stop trying to escape the finger that was slowly pushing into her rectum, feeling like a snake that was burrowing deep into her body. It twisted and turned as it pushed in, her anal ring stretched tightly around the finger, opening to accept the bony knuckle that followed. "OOOHH," she complained, the wooden organ suddenly popping inside her, feeling like her insides were being torn up as the thick ridge spread her open and then her pussy collapsed around it, trapping it in her body. It felt like a giant ball inside her belly.

Her ass muscles clenched on his finger, Jack twisting the tip to push it hard against the soft muscles of her rectum, her body jerking to get away, driving her onto the waiting wooden organ. Once the wooden cock was all the way inside her belly, it would make her already tight rectum unbelievably tight as though she were still a virgin. Then he would get down to some serious ass fucking, reaming out the young girl, his arousal sated once.

He began to finger fuck her anus, lubricating it for his cock. He cared little for her pain, but he didn't want his cock skinned by a tight, dry anus.

She couldn't escape it, the finger pressing deeper into her, reminding her of the painful sodomy yesterday. Samantha knew it was only a matter of time before it was his organ

that would replace his finger. The finger dug deep into her, bending and pushing against the soft walls, her muscles clenching spastically. Each time it pushed painfully in, she was further impaled on the thick, wooden organ. She was glad when he pulled his finger out, still rubbing around the hole, but she knew it would be short-lived.

Jack wiped his finger, taking some of the oil and pouring it on his cock until it glistened. It jutted out in front of him as he stepped up behind Samantha. Jack had never had a young girl in the ass before, so this was going to be most enjoyable.

She felt him lowering himself onto her back the hairs of his chest tickling her back.

She felt the unmistakable hot flesh rubbing up and down her crack, the oiled head sliding easily over her clenching anus. It felt huge as the giant head was pressed against her anus. She didn't think she would have been able to take anything that massive up her backside yesterday, but Micha had proved her wrong, though it was not without considerable pain and stretching. She tried to move away from the probing organ, but her pussy was engulfed in the wooden log shoved inside her belly, the painful scraping as she felt the thick veins running along her soft, inner walls. Each time he tried to enter her, she moved away, taking more of the thick wooden organ in her belly. She didn't know which was worse. Her pussy was stretched wide around the unyielding wooden organ, her insides rubbed raw with even the slightest movement. His organ was having success with her backside, feeling the massive head slowly pressing open her anal ring until it opened, his organ penetrating deep inside of her rectum until her anal ring snapped closed just beneath the head, trapping the throbbing organ inside her backside. She felt her insides swell up from the duel organs that impaled her.

Jack felt her anus engulf the head of his cock like a vise, trapping it as he worked his cock into her anus. He couldn't believe the pleasure, her muscles gripping his cock with loving care. He couldn't wait, shoving his hips forward, impaling the young girl with more of his cock, pushing in and then out, each time making her take more of his cock. Her body began to jerk back and forth with his thrusts, pushing back to meet his deep penetrations, his hips driving her down onto the rigid wood organ beneath her. He could feel her insides clenching around his cock and then he felt it. The hard wooden cock, just inches from his cock, separated by a thin passage. She was being double fucked, encouraging Jack to fuck her harder and deeper.

"NO," she cried out, feeling like one giant organ was between her legs, stretching her deep inside. She couldn't take any more, but Jack continued to punch his organ into her backside. In and out, each time her insides stretched tight around the hot flesh of his organ, the thick head pushing aside her muscles resistance. She didn't know how much longer she could take it; her hips forced up and down, her insides rubbed raw by the rough wooden organ. The organ went deeper; feeling like it was going to come out her mouth, pushing deep into her intestines. For the second time in two days, she was being ass raped.

Jack was making her take the full measure of his cock, sinking his cock deep into her bowels, jerking and shuddering deep in her guts when he was deep inside, pulling back, feeling the wooden cock on the other side of the thin wall that separated that two. He felt the tremendous pressure when he pulled his cock out, sucking out her guts with him, only to plunge back in when her anal ring was stretched tautly around the ridge of his cock. He grunted as he fought her muscles, shoving his cock into her anus with a powerful thrust that buried it deep in her guts.

She went from full to empty in her ass in seconds, Jack reaming her out with powerful thrusts that drove his cock painfully up her backside. It went so deep she almost felt like she was gulping each time she was impaled. Her pussy was stretched painfully around the wooden organ and no matter how much she tried to stay still, she couldn't, her insides rubbed unmercifully by the rough wood that filled her.

Jack fucked her rectum for twenty minutes, his previous orgasm satisfying his initial lust, this time he was ready for endurance. He made her take the full measure of his cock, shoving so deep in her rectum that her body jerked in pain, the spasms in her anal ring tingling up and down his shaft as he fucked her.

She tried everything to make him cum, anything to stop this painful sodomy. She squeezed her muscles of her ass on his cock, trying to milk him, but he continued to rape her ass with powerful thrusts that sent his organ deep into her guts. Her pussy felt like raw meat, the wooden organ tearing her up, the slightest movement igniting a deep pain.

Her crotch was one big mass of pain and it continued for long minutes, Jack sweating on her back as he rutted inside her ass.

His cock felt like it was skinned dry, but he refused the urge to cum, wanting the young girl to feel every bump and ridge on his cock as he reamed out her rectum with powerful thrusts. He could feel the giant wooden cock inside her belly, rubbing along his cock as he fucked her. He contained his lust for another two minutes, but Samantha began to milk his cock with her rectum as if she had done this all her life. He finally succumbed to the young girls unexpected expertise, shoving deep into her bowels, holding still while her muscles rippled up and down his shaft like a hand masturbating the sperm from his balls.

She felt it, shamed when the flood of hot sperm filled her intestines, spurting deep inside her stomach. He pulled out, feeling the wetness as he shoved back in, his organ shooting out another load of hot sperm as he lunged in. Two more times he came, Samantha not believing a man could have that much sperm, humiliated that he dumped it deep in her guts. He lay on her back, breathing heavy, his cock still sitting inside her backside.

It was so enjoyable, nothing like he ever experience before, the young girl milking his cock as he filled her bowels with his sperm. He continued to fuck her rectum as he shot off inside her, soaking her insides until he lay deep inside her, fighting to catch his breath.

His cock was still inside her and Samantha made little movement to push him out. It was a few minutes before he allowed her to push his cock out, her insides clenching around his organ until he finally popped free of her anus. He watched as his milky, white sperm leaked from her abused hole. He looked at his watch, still more time to abuse Samantha.

He would untie her, than she could pleasure him with her mouth again until he was hard enough to fuck her pussy. The wooden cock should have rubbed her raw, so she would make an energetic fuck.

Her pussy felt torn and abused, the thick, wooden organ pulling from her painfully when Jack let her lose from the wooden bench. Her muscles were cramped, unable to stand up without help, but Jack was more than willing to offer his assistance. They were both naked, Jack's cock rubbing up against her hip as he helped her up, jerking each time it rubbed on her skin. How could he still be hard? Would he ever be satisfied?

He watched her naked body stretch, trying to loosen up her tight muscles. It was as though he couldn't get enough of this young girl, unwilling to stop molesting her until he got his $50,000 worth. His cock was only semi-hard, but just the sight of her small mouth

excited him to the prospect of having her excite him enough so he could fuck her pussy.

Jack was sure that the wooden cock rubbed her raw, but Michal had shown him something that would make his ride of the young girl more enjoyable. And that meant more painful for Samantha. He pushed down on her shoulders. "Kneel, Samantha." He wanted her worshipping his cock.

His hands were powerful, forcing her to her knees, his hand stroking his organ in front of her as if it were the most casual thing to do. His large hand lifted her head up until she was staring at it, the head covered in dry sperm.

"Begin by licking it clean." He moved closer to her until his cock dangled in front of her face. She obeyed well, her tongue coming out of her mouth so seductively. She began to lick his cock like a puppy.

It tasted terrible, even worse then the sperm he spilled in her mouth, knowing that it was up her backside. Her face grimaced as the foul taste flooded her taste buds, but she knew she had little choice but obey. He pulled his organ up so that she could lick the shaft all the way form his hairy testicles up to the foul tasting head.

"My balls, lick my balls," Jack holding his cock out of the way, so he could wash his balls with her mouth and tongue.

It was terrible, the wiry hairs getting stuck in her mouth and teeth as she licked his testicles, choking as the hairs stayed on her tongue. He lifted his organ out of the way; Samantha forced to lick low down his sweaty testicles.

"Suck one of them in your mouth." He wanted to debase the girl as much as possible, enjoying having his own teen, sex slave to do his sexual bidding. He watched as her mouth opened wide, Jack helping her by feeding one of his balls into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning out, barely able to contain his massive gonad.

Her mouth was filled with his hairy testicle, her nose pressed up against his pubic hair, the wiry hairs tickling her nose. It was so big, choking her.

"Lick it with your tongue. Like you will with my cock." He felt her tongue licking around his trapped ball, hearing her choke as she tongued the hairs, filling her mouth with his pubic hair. He fed his other ball into her mouth, her cheeks looking like a chipmunk with his mouth filled with nuts. Her eyes were clouded with tears as she choked on the hairs that invaded her mouth. She didn't know how he got both of them in her mouth, her lips feeling like they were tearing. It was awful, the hairs in her mouth everywhere. He finally pulled them out of her mouth, slapping down her hands when she tried to pull the hairs from her mouth.

Jack lifted one leg, putting it on a chair. "Lick my ass." He pulled his cheeks apart with one hand.

He pushed her head down and between his legs, wanting her to do the unthinkable.

Her mouth was already filled with pubic hairs, the taste of dried sperm and she hated to think what else that she licked from his organ and now he wanted to lick his ass. His legs and even his ass had the black, wiry hairs sprouting up all over, her tongue beginning to lick him in spite of her revulsion, knowing that she had to do it or else. He had already whipped her sex and that was just for his enjoyment, she hated to think what he would do to her if he were angry at her.

It almost tickled when her tongue licked across his perineum, Jack pulling his cheeks apart further so she would have access to his asshole. "All the way back; I want to feel your tongue up my ass."

She had to turn around to do the loathsome chore, her tongue licking between his cheeks, tasting the sweat, an acrid odor as her tongue approached his anus. Her eyes were only inches from it, a dark brown ringed hole, tiny hairs around, more hairs on his buttocks. She shivered in revulsion when her tongue touched his anus, feeling the muscles begin to spasm, the foul taste coating her taste buds. She licked for long minutes, her tongue growing tired, her nose pushed up between his cheeks.

His cock grew to attention as her tongue lavished attention on his asshole, straining to open her anus until he trapped her tongue in her hole. He never felt anything as enjoyable, his arousal increasing. He finally pulled away, looking at the girl's face, her shame at being forced to perform such a task. "Time to suck my cock and get it hard so I can fuck your pussy."

He pushed down on her shoulders, lifting her head up as he rubbed the head of his cock over her face, feeling it slide over her silky skin. He pumped it onto her lips until a drop of sperm leaked from its tip, smearing the sticky sperm on her lips as if it were lipstick. He jerked it into her mouth, pressing her lips open with the thick head, shoving with his hips as he savored her tight lips slowly engulfing his cock in her warm mouth.

She felt his organ sliding into her mouth, her lips stretching as the thick, hot flesh slowly slid into her mouth, the salty taste of his juices already coating her tongue with its thick paste. A few days ago, she would have never even fathomed such a thing, now her tongue began to lick the trapped head of his organ in her mouth as if she had been doing it all her life. His hand went to the back of her head, Samantha taking the direction, her head moving back and forth, as she began to suck him. Her lips hollowed in as she sucked his organ deeper into her mouth, her tongue never stopping from licking the shaft, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as it moved in and out of her mouth rhythmically.

"Such an expert cock sucker. Can you take it deeper, Samantha? Please me." He loosened his grip on her head, but still kept his hand resting on the back of her head to remind her. Her head moved back and forth, Samantha beginning to push her head forward until the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth. She gagged, pulling back.

"Deeper," Jack urged her. The next time she moved forward with her head, she gagged, but didn't move away. He tightened his grip on her head a little to show his power over her. "Deeper. Into your throat this time." He looked down, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes, wanting to see her surrender as she swallowed his cock. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his shaft, her spit glistening on it as her head move back and then forward. She pushed harder this time, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth with more force, feeling the tremendous pressure as her throat began to grip the thick head in the tiny hole, compressing the flesh until he felt it slip into her throat. Her eyes opened wide, tears covering them as her lips opened wide when she choked on his cock. It made it easier for his cock to slip inside.

He was treating her like a pet, coaxing her to perform, forcing her to take his organ in her mouth. He wasn't content to have her suck it, no matter how much she licked it. No, he wanted it in her throat. She had been forced to take it by sheer violence, but he wanted her to willingly force his organ down her throat and choke her. It banged into the opening of her throat, choking her, Samantha pulling back as she gagged. His hand tightened on her head, Samantha reminded that she had no choice in this matter, her head moving back and forth. She braced for it, the head of his organ banging hard into the tight opening of her throat. It was too big, jamming hard, Samantha gagging loudly.

"GGGLLGGLL," spit filling her mouth, her stomach turning as her throat opened up under the onslaught of the thick organ as it punched into her throat. She struggled to breathe as she swallowed his organ, Samantha not believing that she had willingly done such a thing, but there was no denying the flesh that filled her throat. She didn't know how she did it, but she kept it in her throat, rocking her head back and forth as his organ slid in and out of her throat as she choked and gagged, his hand a constant reminder at the back of her head.

Jack's cock grew in length and thickness, her throat bringing such delight as her muscles that tried to repulse his cock as they rippled along his shaft. He finally loosened his grip on her head, a loud pop as his cock slipped from her throat, a flood of spit running down her chin. She gasped for air as his hardened cock sat in her mouth. "I think we are ready to fuck, Samantha. Get on the bed and spread your legs. This time you wouldn't have a wooden cock in you, you'll have the real thing fucking you." He couldn't wait to get inside her, but Micha had told him of a lovely toy that would come in handy.

She knew it would hurt no matter what he did, her insides rubbed raw by the rough, wooden organ that forced its way into her, but she got on the bed, spreading her legs like a wanton whore as Jack went to the closet, Samantha afraid of what he would drag out this time. All she knew was that it would be painful and she could do nothing to prevent it.

Jack opened the bag of tricks that Micha had given him, finding exactly what he was looking for. It wasn't the ordinary French tickler, a condom that had extra protrusions meant to enhance the sexual experience. No, this was one from the good old days, the condom covered with thick rubber knobs, ridges and protrusions. Jack wouldn't feel a thing, in fact it would somewhat dull the senses on his cock, allowing him to fuck longer and harder. For Samantha it would be a different story. At first, they might feel good, but it wouldn't take long before the hard rubber protrusions became painful. That is when Jack would teach her the true meaning of getting fucked. He intended to ream her out good. He put the condom on his cock, turning around to walk back into the room, Samantha's eyes drawn instantly to it.

It almost looked comic. His organ was covered with a condom, but not an ordinary condom. All along the shaft were different size black bumps and ridges. They were highlighted against the flesh colored condom. The head was menacing, tiny nodules sticking out the top like antennas with hairs, sharp pointed hairs. Some were up to an inch long and a half-inch thick. They would move inside her, pushing back and forth, rubbing harshly along her sensitive passage. The combination of the bumps on the shaft and the nodules on the head would tear her insides worse then the wooden organ did, but at least it wouldn't stretch her as much as that giant fake organ would. Samantha prayed she would survive the rape as he climbed between her legs, his heavy, hairy body laying on hers, almost crushing her. His lips crushed hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to accept it and respond to it as if he were her lover. She felt Jack rubbing his condom covered organ up and down her slit, still sore from the whipping and the wooden organ. It didn't hurt, at least not yet, but her body was tense as he reached in between their bodies and fisted his organ. She felt it placed against her opening, feeling the rubbery bumps rubbing painfully against the sore muscles of her entrance.

Jack reared back with his hips and shoved forward, his hands pinning her arms over her head, his cock ripping into her with a brutal thrust, kissing her mouth to catch the scream that he tore from her lips.

"EEEEWWW, mmmgggg," her scream smothered by his kiss, her crotch ablaze in pain as his hard organ penetrated her painfully. She tried to sink into the mattress, but his organ followed her, pinning her to the bed as it advanced deep into her body like a sword.

He pulled out, feeling the hard rubber, bending the other way, rubbing harshly along her soft walls as he pulled back. It felt like rakes inside her, rubbing her raw as they pulled out, only to plunge back in, this time deeper and the thrust harder. He began to suck on her neck and then moved lower to bite her nipple as his cock began to hammer inside her belly. It was horrific, the rubber feeling like knifes the more he hammered inside her belly.

Her insides were rubbed raw, further inflaming the damage the wooden organ had done to her insides. She could hardly breathe, his heavy weight pushing her little body into the bed, his hips jack hammering his organ in and out of her, increasing in speed as she cried out in pain.

He couldn't feel much, the thick rubber nodules taking much of the sensation from his cock, but her screams and cries made his arousal increase, Jack fucking her hard and fast. She tried to move her hips to the sides, to escape him, but he continued to drive his cock deep into her tight belly. His hands dug under her ass, arching her up, keeping her buttocks in each of his hands, Samantha unable to escape his brutal rape. Yes, rape, inflaming his lust as he raped the young girl.

She was sobbing loudly, her insides feeling like they were being sliced by a knife each time his organ plunged inside, but he only seemed to grow bigger and thicker, stretching her walls to take his rhythmic thrusts. His fingers crept along her cheeks, pulling them apart until her anus began to stretch open, reliving the anal rape she had just suffered.

When he grew tired of her lack of response, two fingers were plunged painfully up her backside, Jack pulling his fingers apart in her rectum to stretch her until she thought he would tear her insides. She began to fuck back, in spite of the pain, begging him to cum, begging him to finish off inside her belly to end the pain and misery.

Jack only laughed at her, his fingers spreading open in her anus, fighting her muscles as he opened up her guts. His cock was covered with a thin layer of pink blood as the French tickler tore her pussy to shreds, making her dance on his cock. He lasted for forty-five minutes, sweat covering his body as he pounded in the young girl crying beneath his body.

She almost went crazy in pain, Jack hammering into her body for what seemed like hours, torn and battered, barley able to breathe as his heavy weight pushed all the air from her lungs. He finally came inside her belly, his salty sperm burning the abrasions that the rubbed nodules had inflicted in her, but at least it would end. She rolled over into a ball, clutching at her sex, raped brutally, her body in pain. She didn't even hear him leave as she sobbed.



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Boris and Androssi spent five days visiting the whorehouse. The first two days were wasted, Androssi bringing him to places that could never have afforded to buy girls such as Lauren and Samantha. Finally, after an increase in his pay, they began to frequent the high-class establishments. When that proved fruitless, Androssi arranged them to attend some of the many parties held almost nightly by the mega-rich, of course Androssi's pay increased considerably.

One of the men that Boris met seemed to fit the bill. His name was Micha. He had made his money in copper, buying up companies the Kremlin was selling for pennies on

the dollar, payoffs and connections was necessary to consummate the deals and Micha was good at both. His wealth increased exponentially and he began to live the life that few could ever hope to attain. Boris became friends with him, drinking to the early morning. Finally, he got the break he was looking for.

"My good friend, Boris," Micha's voice slurring in the early morning, the thick shades hiding the daylight from the partygoers still drinking.

Boris toasted him, acting as drunk as Micha was.

"You must come to my house Friday night. I am having a special party for my closest friends. I have acquired some delectable creatures and will be putting them on display for my closest friends."

"What are you talking about, Micha? I don't want to see some snooty artwork. I want some young girls. Foreign girls that might not be so willing. That is what money should be used to buy." Boris was trying to get find out as much as possible before the party. If he had Lauren and Samantha, he would have to participate in the party. As soon as it was over would be the best chance to slip them out undetected. He needed at least four hours to get them out of Poti, slipping them on a freighter bound for anywhere far away.

He could get a helicopter to take them to a ship, but he had to get them from the grip of Micha first.

"I have just what you are looking for Boris. Young girls, barely legal. You should have seen them, one of them a virgin until I took her for my pleasure. I have been training them and will put them on display Friday, you must attend," Micha boasting drunkenly.

"Yes, that is what I like. Not European girls, are they? I like blondes, Americans. Like the ones on TV." Boris joked with him, filling his glass with more Vodka.

"Ah, I see you like the finest. American's. Not all of them are blonde, but you will not be disappointed, my friend." One of his guards came over, whispering in his ear. "Ah, a problem, my friend. I have to go. Come Friday, you wouldn't be disappointed. I might even share one of my beauties with you. I usually charge for them, but I like you."

Boris watched him leave. He called Androssi. "I think I found them. Set into motion the escape plan. Saturday morning. Nothing can go wrong." He knew what was needed to make sure it went all according to plan. "If this goes down as planned, there will be a big bonus for my friend, Androssi. A big bonus." He hung up, knowing Androssi would already be counting his money and would make sure everything went like clockwork. He dialed the phone, knowing it would be dinnertime in the United States. He wasn't surprised when James picked it up on the first ring, a private cell phone number only for Boris.

"Yes," James voice showing his anticipation.

"I need money, lots of money before Friday. I think I found them."

"What do you mean, think? Aren't you sure?" James heart sank.

"I can't ask their names, but I have this gut feeling that it is them. Two American girls, one of them not blonde. And one was a virgin." He waited for a moment. "I am invited to a party Friday night where they will be performing." He didn't know how to say it any other way.

Perform, the word sending shivers up James spine as what Samantha would have to do. "How much?"

"One million for expenses, one million for me."

"I will wire the first million today, your million when I hear Samantha's voice." He didn't say anything, the thought racing through his head, finally deciding. "And another million if you extract my revenge."

"You have my word on it." Boris hung up, a lot of arrangements needed to be made.





Chapter 11


A Russian Orgy





Micha's house was more of a Russian castle then a house. On Friday, it was lit up brightly, limousines pulling up in the front and then disappearing out of sight after they unloaded. Valets quickly opened the doors for the occupants, the guests walking up to the opulent wooden doors.

Micha greeted each of them at the door, a select list of friends and business associates, each willing to pay the paltry sum of $25,000 for the privilege to attend one of Micha's "special shows". No one brought their wives.

"Welcome Boris. I am glad you could attend." For some reason, Micha took an instant liking to Boris, not sure why. Maybe it was because Boris was part of the old world when the KGB ruled the land. Now it was men like Micha that ruled it with their money.

He liked to flaunt that to men like Boris. He grasped his hand, feeling the pressure of the man at the other end.

He squeezed harder then he normally did, wanting Micha to feel his power and strength. "Thank you for inviting me. I'm sure that I will enjoy your girls. I hope that I might have the privilege later to be with one of them." He paused for a moment. "Of course, I would be willing to pay for it"

"I imagine you would enjoy the one that was only a virgin a few days ago."

"Yes, that would be exactly what I was looking for. A young girl that is just learning her place in life." Boris was hoping if he played his cards right, he could get her alone. That's all he needed to get her out.

"It would not be cheap, my friend, even for you. After the show, it could be arranged for an additional $100,000. I guarantee that Samantha will be worth it." Micha was doing well getting back his money from the two whores.

Boris tried not to show his excitement when he heard Samantha's name. He had been right. He put his hand in his pocket, pressing the button on the small transmitter to put his plan in motion. If everything worked as planned, he would be somewhere on the Pacific Ocean heading towards the United States with Samantha and maybe even Lauren if he was lucky. And he would be considerably richer. "I will transfer the money to your account immediately." Boris took out his Blackberry, transferring $100,000 of James money to the same account that Micha had given him to wire the $25,000.

"Go into the other room and get a drink. The show will start soon." Micha was already walking away to greet another man at the door. Boris was hoping that the guest list wasn't too big. He didn't want them to become unruly when his men came in.

Boris scanned the room as soon as he entered, easily able to place the guards versus the guests, the bulge in their jackets from their pistol and the headphones in their ear making them stand out to someone like Boris. The room used to be a grand ballroom back in the days of the Czar, but had been converted, a bar on one end serving up drinks

to the guests, a stage in the center out of place especially with the large bed sitting so proudly in the center of it. He picked up a drink and slowly walked around the room, looking at the paintings on the wall, but mentally detailing the room layout including all the doors and where they led. It wasn't too bad, one main door in, a door that led to the kitchen and another private entrance that Boris was sure that would be used for Micha's grand entrance. Boris finished his drink and went into the men's room, quickly texting the room details to his staff. Now all there was to do is time it correctly and get Samantha alone. He walked back into the room just as the lights dimmed slightly. There were about ten "guests", only three guards, the rest waiters and bar tenders. Nothing formidable about the hired help, they wouldn't do anything to stop his men. It was the guards that would have to be neutralized quickly, his men adroit at that.

Micha walked into the room, all eyes on him. And why shouldn't he be the center of attention, a white suit making him crisp, but it was his pets that drew everyone's attention.

Samantha's knees hurt already, but that was the least of her problems. It was her ass that hurt. Inside her ass. She was being led by Micha, along with Lauren, both of them on a leash, a red collar wrapped tightly around their neck that made them gulp for air when it was tugged. They were on their hands and knees, which were fitting, as they were dressed like cats. Or she should say undressed as cats, for they were both basically naked. All except for some decorations that made them look like cats. Both of them had cute white cat ears on their heads, but it was the tails that hurt. Each wore a butt plug deep in their rectum, the massive plugged greased and slowly impaled them, their anus stretched until it finally popped inside, their anal ring quickly closing around the slim shaft that connected the massive plug and the tail, sealing it tightly inside them. Not matter how much they pushed; the butt plug would not be released. It felt huge inside, keeping them open, stretching their tight passage deep inside. The horsehair tail swished back and forth, as she crawled along the floor on the leash, tickling her buttocks. Not only that, the soft horsehairs were making her wet in spite of trying not to allow it to affect her. The continual dragging of the horsehairs along her slit was stimulating her, forced to keep her legs spread, she was open to the touch.

"Come along my little pets," Micha tugging on the leashes, making the girls scamper along the floor.

Lauren could feel her breasts swaying nakedly beneath her, her knees already scraped on the floor, but she almost choked each time Micha yanked on the tight collar attached to the leash. The room was filled with men, all of them staring at her and Samantha as Micha paraded them like trained animals. She saw the bed as they were led to it, knowing what would be required of them. She just didn't know what would happen after their "performance". Would Micha allow the men to have them?

They were paraded up onto the stage, Samantha seeing the large bed in the center, knowing they were going to be the center of attention.

"Sit up," Micha tugging on the leashes until both girls rose up on the knees, their hands out in front of them like paws, their naked breasts still jiggling as they rose up.

"Legs apart, show me everything you have." Lauren was still shorn like a schoolgirl, but Samantha was allowed to keep her brown bush, making her more desirable for what couldn't be seen.

Boris couldn't help but get hard as the girls were displayed so provocatively. It had been a while since he had seen such young girls openly displayed, and the look of shame

on their face made it better. He looked at their firm breasts, even their nipples seemed to be hard, sharp brown points that pushed out. Boris liked Samantha's bush, the brown silky hairs so provocative against her skin, not very successfully hiding her pussy, the spread of her legs making her lips pull apart. Lauren's pussy lips were much more pronounced, her slit revealing all of her treasures to Boris's eyes.

"Thank you all for coming. These two cats are Lauren and Samantha. Turn around my pets, show them your tail." Micha yanked on their leashes until they turned their back to the men.

At least Samantha wouldn't have to put up with the humiliation of being displayed like an animal, her back to the audience. She was forced up on her knees, this time Micha making her thrust out her backside to the men. She could feel the tail hanging down and swinging back and forth over her pussy lips.

"Shake your ass, my kittens," Micha watching as the girls hips began to move seductively from side to side, the gentle swoosh of the tail over their naked flesh heard above the silence in the room.

Micha had them trained well, Boris wondering what he did to them to secure their obedience.

Micha bent down, his hand sliding over Samantha's tail, hearing her gasp as the butt plug moved deep in her bowels. "She is stretched rather large in her ass." He tapped it again, this time harder, driving it deeper into her guts. "She's learning, though she still is very tight. Same with this one," his hand spanking Lauren's butt plug, shoving it painfully into her rectum.

It felt like lightening shoved into Samantha's backside, Micha's hand slapping the butt plug, making it bang against the soft walls of her backside, pushing painfully against the muscles. It was worse then when he shoved his organ up inside her. Almost, the worst part was when he came inside her, the shame of having him dump his seed inside her guts. "EEEEhhh," feeling Micha pulling on the end of the tail, the butt plug pulling from her anus, stretching her anal ring as the massive plug that was in her rectum tried to pull free.

It wasn't a gradual insertion this time, the flat end of the butt plug trapped inside her trying to force its way out. Samantha never thought of how it would come out, just realizing that the only way out would be painful.

Lauren had to feel the same thing before Micha stopped. "Up, onto the bed my pets."

Lauren was already told what she would have to do; sure that Samantha was not informed. They both got up on the bed, their asses to the men as they crawled to the center.

"What are we going to do?" Samantha whispered to Lauren. Then she looked down and saw the toys that Micha put on the bed. One was a life style organ, thick, even with veins running along the shaft. There were straps around the end, Samantha not sure what it was for, but she feared that somehow it would be pushed inside her.

"Micha wants us to have girl sex. In front of them." Lauren had always thought of doing it with Samantha, but not in front of an audience. She was afraid others would join in.

"I don't know if I could do that." Samantha never even considered another girl, even Lauren.

"You wouldn't have a choice. He wants me to rape you." Lauren saw the frightened look in Samantha's eyes, but she acted immediately. She grabbed the handcuffs that

Micha put down on the bed, snapping them onto Samantha's wrists before she knew what was going on. She pulled Samantha's arms until they were over her head. "Keep them over your head or else I will have to hurt you."

Samantha had never seen Lauren like this before, but they both had to do many things that they never did before, all against their will. She knew that Lauren was serious, forced to do this. When Lauren released her wrists, she didn't move, leaving her arms over her head. The butt plug hurt every time she moved, forced to lie down on it. She tried to hold still. Samantha was propped up against a pillow so that the men could see her face.

"Spread your legs my Little Slut." Lauren's hand went between Samantha's legs, pushing on her thighs until they parted willingly, not letting her stop until her knees were bent back and her legs bowed out to the side. Samantha's pussy flowered open, the pink inner lips revealed as a spotlight shined from the ceiling between Samantha's legs. "Keep them open. No matter what I do."

The position she was in made the butt plug hurt even worse, the wide spread of her legs forcing the plug deeper into her guts. She was afraid of moving, the slightest movement pushing the thick plug harder against her muscles. She almost wished Lauren would take it, but she remembered how painful it was when Micha yanked on the tail.

Lauren picked up the clamps, the metal gleaming brightly, the edges of the clamps lined with sharp metal teeth that would bite into anything. There were four of them. Not small clamps, but steel, almost the size of clothespins. Lauren's fingers rubbed one of Samantha's pussy lips, caressing it with her soft hands. It felt good, her fingers plucking open the soft lip to find the smooth, pink inner flesh, her fingers forcing it to get wet in spite of all the men's eyes staring up between Samantha's legs. It took only a few minutes before everyone could see the bright light sparkling off the wet inner lips. "Don't move now," Lauren warned her. Lauren took one of the clamps, opening it up wide, the serrated teeth looking sharp as she placed them over the top of one of Samantha's pussy lips. She released the clamp, the powerful jaws shutting on the puffy lip.

"EEEEWWWWW." Samantha crying out painfully when she felt the soft, sensitive lips of her pussy clamped tightly between the two sides of the clamp. She couldn't believe the pain, feeling like needles were pressed through her flesh, pinched tight in a vise. Tears ran down her cheeks, her thigh muscles quivering to close her legs to stop the terrible ache.

Lauren looked where the clamp bit into her flesh, a tiny rivulet of blood running down from where the clamps crushed her flesh. Laruen released her hold on the clamp as it pulled to the side, peeling back one of her lips as it stretched it open. "I'm sorry," Lauren whispered to Samantha as she prepared her lower pussy lip from the next clamp. She fought the powerful spring as she opened the jaws of the next clamp until they were opened wide, looking like an alligators mouth, the edges rimmed with sharp teeth. Lauren could only imagine how painful it was, but was glad it wasn't her that had to endure it. She hated doing this to her best friend, but it was better than it happening to her.

"AAAAGGHHH," her thighs trembling, wanting so bad to close her legs and pull the clamps off of her pussy lips, but she dared not disobey, seeing what happened to Lauren when she did. It took long minutes before the sharp pain died down, but there was always the dull ache as the clamps dug into her tender flesh. Samantha held her breath as Lauren opened another clamp, her fingers going to the other side of her sex, her soft fingers pulling out her unclamped lip. Even though she knew what to expect, she still

cried out in pain. "EEEWWWWW," it feeling like knives digging into her flesh. How could someone be so perverted to think of doing such a thing to a girl? She held her breath as the final clamp bit into her lip. Her whole sex was one big mass of pain, the sharp pain finally settling down to a dull ache that shot through her crotch.

They looked like garter belts, Lauren fitting them over Samantha's thighs and securing them. Each one had two hooks hanging from them. She pulled them back away from Samantha's pussy. Lauren grabbed one the clamps, pulling on it until she could secure the hook to the ring on the end. She released the clamp, Samantha's scream just quieting. The clamp had stretched her pussy lip open wide, pulling on the clamped flesh, a new rivulet of blood flowing from the pinched flesh. She took the clamp from the bottom of her one lip, yanking it until she could attach it to the ring. Another scream was torn from Samantha's lips. She went to work on the other side, not giving Samantha a chance before she pulled the other lip open. By time she was finished, Samantha was sobbing.

Her pussy was grossly exposed, her lips pulled back so far that Lauren could tell the pain she must be in, the clamps biting tighter into the flesh as they stretched her lips, the sharp teeth clamps refusing to release the captured flesh. Even her clit stood out, the wide spread of her lips leaving her open and vulnerable.

The dull ache changed, the way her lips were pulled open feeling like they were being torn from her body, the sharp pain returning. And it only got worse. Lauren picked up a white plastic rod, less then a half inch thick, but over a foot long. It wasn't smooth, but tiny ridges running up and down the length. Lauren snapped the plastic rod against her pussy, lightly tapping the soft, exposed inner flesh with a loud snap. "EEEhh," Samantha crying out by the sharp bite. It felt like a bee sting where it hit her and she was sure that Lauren hit her lightly. Another sharp tap bit into her soft inner lips, lower down, almost at the entrance to her pussy. It hit her with a jolt, slapping harder this time, stinging.

Lauren began to beat her pussy with the plastic rod, working up one lip and down that side, then moving up to the other lip until she got to the top of her slit. The pink flesh was turning red, Samantha breathing heavy, her thigh muscles trembling to keep her legs submissively open as Lauren whipped her pussy with the plastic rod.

The rod never stopped moving, attacking a fresh untouched spot from the top to the bottom. Samantha didn't know which was worse, the rods sting or the way her body jerked each time, igniting a new pain in her stretched and pinched pussy lips.

"AAAGGGGGHHHHHH." It felt like the pain shot to her very soul, Lauren using the rod on her exposed clit, snapping the tip of the rod onto her pleasure button, the shooting pain racing to her brain as it was crushed beneath the powerful blow. "EEEGGGH," another blow at the same place jolting her. Two more powerful blows left Samantha panting for air, unable to breathe beneath the pain that rocked her body.

Lauren stopped, but only for a moment. She reached down between Samantha's legs to grab the horsehair tail. She began to pull it, looking down to see Samantha's anus began to pull, the thick plug deep inside her unable to pull out without considerable stretching. Samantha's hips begin to rise up as Lauren continued the pressure. She could see her anus refusing to open. Only by sheer force would it come out. The clamps began to dance, snapping back and forth as Samantha's body began to move, her grunts increasing as the blunt butt plug was finally forcing its way through her tight anal ring.

It felt like a giant rock was being shoved from inside her, trying to get out. "NNNNOO,"

she cried out, her anal ring suddenly yanked open by sheer force as the butt plug yanked

out. She was sure that her anus was torn and bleeding as the thick butt plugged slid out and fell to the bed. Her anal ring began to spasm, refusing to close as if it were still waiting for the butt plug to return. She couldn't control her buttocks, her cheeks clenching and unclenching. Her pussy felt like it was being torn with hot knifes by the clamps.

Lauren didn't give her time, the plastic rod going to work between her cheeks, dancing up and down her crack until she slapped it hard onto her anus until it turned a bright red, the hole swelling up as Lauren abused it with the rod. Her pussy was not neglected, Micha telling Lauren to continue whipping her sex with the plastic rod for ten more minutes.

"Rape her, my little pet." Micha was anxious to get the girls making some money for him. The show was just to get them excited enough that they would want their pleasure with the young girls, to pay for their pleasure with the girls. He already had Boris paying for Samantha.

Lauren wasn't sure how the strap on was put on, fumbling with the straps until she figured it out. She tightened it around her, looking down and seeing the huge organ jutting out from her body. She felt a strange tingle in her body, feeling the power she had now that she had a cock, even if it were fake. Her hand reached down, stroking it, feeling the pleasure as it rubbed up against her clit. So this is what it felt like to be a man and to have a cock. She was still reminded of the butt plug in her ass, but she tried to put it out of her mind. She had Samantha to rape first. A big cock to rape her pussy with. Lauren looked down at

Samantha's abused pussy. The clamps were keeping her stretched open, sure that being fucked by the big fake cock would only ignite the pain in the clamps, but there was nothing she could do to help. She had to do what Micha told her or it would be her that would be getting raped by a strap on, sure that Samantha would not defy him.

Boris hated to see her getting raped, but he couldn't stop the arousal he felt when Lauren whipped her. She took to the job with no compulsions, whipping her pussy relentlessly. Samantha took it in stride, submitting to it even though she could have ended it by closing her legs. Lauren began to mount Samantha, kneeling down between her legs. She looked funny with the tail sticking out her ass, but nothing was funny about the massive cock that she was shoving into Samantha with a loud grunt.

The fake organ stretched her, forcing Samantha to move, feeling the clamps digging into her flesh painfully. Each time she moved, the pain increased, but she was more worried about the thick, hard organ that was slowly being pushed into her. Even the other rapes had not prepared her for a hard, unyielding fake organ. It wasn't flesh, but hard plastic that yielded to nothing. Lauren was almost lying on top of her, having sex with her like a man would do. Her body rubbed up against her, touching the clamps painfully.

Lauren was getting into it, fucking Samantha with her cock, shoving in and out excitedly, feeling the pleasure as it pushed up against her clit each time she shoved in hard. She had to force the cock into Samantha, but she no longer cared about anything except the pleasure building up between her legs as her clit was stimulated so erotically by the fake cock. She began to pound into Samantha, kissing her on the mouth, her tongue shoved deep until she found Samantha's tongue. She pinched her nipples hard until her body started to move. "Fuck back, Samantha. Pleasure my cock."

Lauren was going wild, raping her like one of the men, making her respond to the rape as if she were enjoying it. The fake organ shoved deep inside her each time, able to feel

the hard bumps and ridges on it as it sliced up and down her pussy. It finally slammed deep inside her, feeling like it bruised her cervix as Lauren shoved in too hard and too deep.

Micha pulled the plug from Lauren's anus with a powerful jerk. Lauren screamed, looking back over her shoulder with anger in her eyes, but they quickly disappeared when she saw it was Micha. Next to him was a naked man, over six feet tall, massive with thick arms and thighs. What scared her worse was his cock. It jutted out of his body like a tree branch, looking like it was a foot long, though at least it was that thick. With the butt plug gone there was only one place for it, feeling him getting on the bed.

"Let's rape the little girl together," he said with a heavy accent. He took his greased cock and placed in on her anus. The hole was still slightly open from the butt plug that was pulled out, so he fitted the head against the hole and pushed in without any preliminaries. He shoved three inches of cock into her before he felt any resistance.

Even though his cock was smaller then the butt plug, Lauren still felt it being shoved in deeper, past her rectum and into her intestines. He pulled back just as Lauren did, plunging back in as Lauren did into Samantha, feeling his cock shoot into her guts with a powerful thrust that sent at least six inches of cock into her. It felt like it was straightening out her guts, shoving aside her muscles.

The man behind Lauren was driving her with his organ in her butt, forcing Lauren to shove the fake organ painfully into Samantha's pussy. The clamps were tearing at her tender flesh, sure that she was bleeding as they ripped at her flesh. Samantha didn't know how long she could stand it, but Lauren continued to pound into her, raping her with the fake organ.

It felt like a baseball bat was shoved deep into her bowels, painful cramps when the rigid cock shoved aside all her resistance, to pound into her ass unmercifully. Lauren couldn't stand much more of the ass rape, but at least she still felt the pleasure of the fake cock rubbing on her clit. She was surprised when the man came inside her rectum, blasting her guts with his hot sperm. It triggered an explosive orgasm, her clit rubbed by the fake cock. She shoved hard into Samantha, pounding her with her raping cock as she came under the spewing cock that raped her anus.

Samantha hated it when Lauren came on top of her, feeling her juices on her battered mound. At least it was over, the man pulling out his massive organ from her backside, Lauren finally pulling the fake organ from Samantha's sex. It took long minutes for her to take off the clamps, each one more painful coming off then going on as the blood rushed to the battered flesh. Her hands were finally freed of the cuffs, Samantha surprised her pussy was not sorer then it was. It hurt, but she had been sure that it was cut and bleeding. Lauren finally got of the bed, allowing Samantha to get up, her legs cramped by the position.

"Samantha, this is Boris. I want you to take real good care of him. Or else." One of the guards showed Boris and Samantha to one of the rooms down the hall through the private door. He stood outside the door as Boris closed it behind him. He listened, hearing Lauren and someone else being ushered into the next room. That would make it very convenient.

Samantha was scared of this man. He had an evil look in his eyes, but he seemed to ignore her once they came into the room. She didn't say a thing as he took out a cell phone and texted a message. He finally turned to Samantha.

"Your fathers name is James and your mother is Alice. She called you Princess when you were five." Boris spit out what he was told. "I have been hired to get you home but we don't have a second to spare. You must follow my every command, no matter what.

It's your only chance to get out of here. Do you understand?" He hurried; his men would be in the front door in three minutes.

She couldn't believe it, but no one, not even Lauren knew her mother called her Princess. She was too embarrassed for anyone to know. Her heart began to race. She was being rescued. "Yes, I'll do whatever you say." She watched as he pulled out a gun from his waistband. It had a silencer on it like she saw on television. She heard a commotion, Boris opening up the door, the guard outside caught off guard, looking down the hall where the commotion was coming from. He never knew what hit him, Boris firing the gun, barely a sound from it, a soft thud as it hit the guard and he fell to the floor. A second shot caught the other guard standing next door, as he turned, a startled look on his face as another thud hit him, sending him to the floor. She didn't see any blood on them except for a small trickle.

"It will paralyze them for two hours," Boris stated to Samantha matter-of-factly as he pulled her out into the hall. He opened the other door, Lauren lying naked on the bed; her legs spread wide, a man between them, just about to enter her. Boris hit him with the butt of his pistol, his body falling, Boris pushing him to the side until he fell off the end of the bed and into a pile on the floor.

Lauren didn't know what was going on until she saw Samantha standing with the man.

"Quiet. Do everything I say and I'll get you out of here. Grab a sheet and wrapped it around yourself, we'll find you some clothes once we get out of here." Boris was looking out into the hallway to make sure it was clear.

"He'll get us out of here," Samantha trying to reassure Lauren. He had already taken care of three of them and she was sure that he had other help. She grabbed a silk sheet and wrapped it around her naked body, the first time she hadn't been naked in a while.

"Stay behind me." They moved down the hallway to the main room, the girls behind him. He peeked in the room before he entered; opening the door when he saw that his men had the others under control. The ten men were all huddled into the center of the room, his men aiming their guns at them. They were not used to being treated this way, but their defiance was gone when confronted by guns aimed at them.

He spoke Russian to his men, one of them pointing back down the hallway they came from. He turned to Samantha. "One bit of business to finish and then we will go." He put his pistol back in his waistband, but one of his men handed him another pistol, this one without a silencer and much bigger. They went back the same way they just came from, Samantha afraid. They just got out of there, what was important enough to go back down the same hallway they had escaped from?

They walked down the hallway, passed the room they were held in, Lauren looking in and seeing the man that was about to rape her before still slumped on the floor. She hoped he never got up. Two doors down, Boris opened the door and stepped into the room.

Samantha was startled to see Micha in there, afraid that she was somehow betrayed and he was capturing her again to be a whore. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the man holding a gun on him. Boris took out the pistol, speaking Russian to the

other man as he aimed his gun at Micha. The other man left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Stand back," Boris warned the girls. He turned to Micha. "So you like to rape little girls?" It was almost more of a statement then a question.

His voice cracked when he spoke. "We can work something out. How about a million dollars for your trouble?" He was still defiant, knowing that money could buy his way out of anything.

"What about the girls?" Boris felt insulted that this man was a Russian.

"They are just American whores. I just made some money on what they would give away for free." He was a Russian, he could be bought.

"Whores?" Samantha shouted out defiantly. "I was a virgin until you defiled me in front of my father. I'll never be able to forget that." She was angry beyond reason.

"Even whores are treated better then we were. You friends are pervert and sadists."

Lauren joined in with her protest.

"Okay, okay," Micha conceding. "A million dollars for them." It was only money. He would get it back then next time he bought another American girl to become a whore.

Boris was calm. "Each, a million dollars each?"

"They weren't that good," Micha protested. He saw the look on Micha's face. "Okay, a million dollars each for the whores."

Samantha was just about to protest being called a whore again when her ears felt like they were being shattered by the loud noise in the room. She looked over to see Micha slumping to the floor, his knee gone, just a pile of blood and mangled flesh. Another loud bang and before he hit the ground his other knee was shattered by the gunshot, Boris's gun still smoking.

"Now you shouldn't have called them whores again. You just don't learn."

The pain hit him before he even realized the loud noise was a gunshot. His leg gave out beneath him, feeling like it just disappeared. He looked down to see his leg almost gone from the knee down, blood spurting out, the pain shooting to his brain like a bolt of lightening. Another loud boom and his other leg gave way, Micha slumping to the floor, both of his knees shattered. He looked up at the man, seeing the gun still smoking.

"Why?" Not understanding why he would shoot him after being offered so much money.

"Her father paid better," Boris smirking. "And you are a disgrace to the Russia race.

You might be beyond the law, but you aren't beyond justice."

Both girls screamed when they saw Boris shoot Micha, but it was more in shock then in protest to what he did. "Bastard deserved it." Lauren was the first to say something.

She couldn't believe that she just saw a man shot, but it was just reward for what he put her through.

Samantha didn't think so, walking over to Boris. "It's not enough. I want to make sure he never does it to another girl again." She looked at Boris.

"He'll never walk again. I have an ambulance coming. I want to make sure he lives. I want him to suffer." His knees could never be replaced. If he ever walked again, it would be artificial legs that held him up. Boris was proud of his work.

Samantha touched the gun in Boris's hand. "Show me."

Boris looked at her. "Are you sure? You can't take it back once you do it."

"I've never been so sure in my life. I want to make sure he never rapes another girl again." Samantha felt the heavy gun in her hand as Boris handed it to her.

"Just aim and pull the trigger. Stand close so you don't miss your target." He looked down at Micha, seeing the panicked look on his face.

"No, please don't, I didn't mean it." She moved closer to him. "Don't let the whore shoot me."

That was all Samantha needed. She aimed the gun within six inches of his body. She wasn't going to miss her target. The gun kicked back harder then she had expected, but she looked and saw that her aim was accurate. The blood was splattered on her face and arms, but she didn't care.

Lauren couldn't believe what Samantha had done. Samantha blew his balls and cock off. His crotch was a bloody mess. There wasn't anything left that was salvageable. She saw Samantha lick off a spot of blood on her lip, handing the gun back to Boris as though she had borrowed a toothbrush, not a gun.

"Let's see you rape another girl now, Micha. You sick bastard. Let's go, I want to make sure the doctor gets here in time to save him. I want him to think about me all his life, the dickless animal." She saw the pain in his face, his bloodied body on the floor.

They left him, rushing out of the house with Boris's other men, four cars taking them speeding away just as the ambulance came racing down the road in the opposite direction.





Chapter 12


Safety and Gratitude





They drove about ten miles before they pulled down a dirt road, the vehicles kicking up a dust storm behind them. In the center of the field, two helicopters were waiting, their blades turning slowly. Boris, Lauren and Samantha got into the larger one, a Russian military helicopter. The others got into the black, unmarked helicopter. They both took off, but went in opposite directions.

"Where are we going?" Lauren was the first one to say anything. Samantha still had not said a word since she shot Micha in the balls.

"A small freighter about 100 miles off the coast. Micha still has lots of money and very influential friends. We need to get you out of the country without any government intervention. He would know in a minute. It will be a long voyage, but I am assured that the accommodations will be comfortable. By time we reach the United States, your parents will have sent me your passports so we wouldn't have much trouble entering the county. Your passports will be fixed so that it looks like you left the country a month ago.

No one expects anyone to forge their passports to show that they left." The girls still were wrapped up in the sheets. "In the bag are some clothes. There is not much privacy, so I will turn my head."

Samantha suddenly said something. "No need. I think after what we went through, we lost most of our modesty." Samantha stood up and took off the sheet until she was naked in front of Boris. He didn't look away, staring at her naked body. She looked down, seeing the bulge in his pants, obviously aroused by her. Lauren handed her the clothes, but she never took her eyes off of Boris as she undressed. She saw Lauren take off her sheet out of the corner of her eye, but Boris's eyes never faltered from her naked body.

She sat next to Boris, feeling his hip close to her. For the first time in a long time, she felt secure. "How far is it?

"About a thousand miles. We will catch the freighter out in the Mediterranean. It will be nice weather so you can relax, it will be at least a week before we arrive in New York."

Boris could feel Samantha next to him. He was surprised by what she did to Micha, but not shocked. He just didn't think she had it in her.

"We'll need the time to adjust. I hate the thought of seeing my father for the first time after he saw what I did."

"I wouldn't worry about that at all, Samantha. He knows that you were forced. He loves you and will see you as he has always seen you." He didn't know exactly what he had seen, but knowing Micha and the amount of money that James had paid for revenge, he figured that he must have videotaped him doing the most perverse things to Samantha.

"I was a virgin when the captured me. In so many places. Now I am not. I can never go back to being the good girl I was before." Samantha didn't say anymore, promising herself not to feel sorry for herself.

"Your parents and Lauren's will be waiting for us when we dock in New York. They are all eager to see you and love you. You'll soon put this behind you."

The sun was coming up as they head over the Mediterranean, the sparkling blue ocean shining back. It didn't take long before the freighter came into view. Samantha looked out, a small speck on the ocean floor until the helicopter began to descend. The ship was stopped as the helicopter sat down on the pad, the doors opening. "Welcome,"

the Captain seeing the two girls. He didn't ask any questions when he agreed, Boris's paying well for him to take the three of them to New York. He was assured that he wasn't doing anything illegal or immoral.

The ship was fairly new, but was still a freighter, not a luxury cruise ship. Samantha was surprised when they were taken to their cabins. They were big for such a small ship, three cabins in a row at the stern of the ship.

"There is a private deck that you can enjoy the sun during the day or the moon at night. My crew is only seven men and they will not bother you. You have a private galley at the end of the hall. My cook will prepare your meals or you may do so yourself. Just tell him ahead of time. It is well stocked so you should be wanting for anything. I am told that we should have excellent weather the whole trip and should be a very calm voyage.

If I can be of any assistance, you can reach me on the intercom, extension one." The Captain was older, a graying beard, a face tanned and ravaged by the sun for too many years.

"Thank you, Captain. You are in here, Lauren. There are clothes for you in the closet.

I'm not sure of the style, but they should hold you until you get home. I have the next cabin and Samantha is in the last one. There are sandwiches in the galley if you are hungry. I'm going to catch a little sleep." Boris watched the sway of Samantha's ass as she walked by him. Was she swinging it exaggeratedly or was it just his imagination? He needed to get some sleep. This was a job, a well-paid job and he shouldn't be thinking about the things he would like to do to the girls. After all, he just rescued them from a man that did the same thing.



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Boris slept for about two hours before he woke up, his body still not relaxed. It was always that way after something as intense as a rescue. It had gone exceptionally well

and was very lucrative. Boris began to think of retiring. He had more then enough money to live out his days in comfort. He had a passport for the United States, maybe he should stay. He put on a pair of shorts, going to the gallery and wolfing down a sandwich, not realizing how hungry he had been. He grabbed a six-pack of beer and put them into a cooler, going out the back door and climbing up the ladder to the private deck. The sun was high up in the sky, Boris putting on sunglasses as he stepped onto the deck. He sat down in one of the lawn chairs, grabbing a beer. The hot sun felt good on him as he closed his eyes after drinking half of the beer. It tasted good.

He opened his eyes when he heard the noise, his senses detecting the slightest change no matter how asleep he was. He saw her coming on the deck, glad that he had a European buy the clothes for the girls. It was Samantha in a bikini, the top barely covering her breasts as she bent over and took one of his beers. She turned her back to him as she sat down on the chair next to him, admiring her naked buttocks in the thong bottoms.

She heard him, turning around. "Sorry I woke you." She sat down. Had he seen her ass, afraid he looked up just as she bent over in front of him? He had a pair of shorts on and nothing else. His arms were thick and muscled, as were his thighs. His chest was covered with black hairs, but there wasn't a drop of flab on his stomach, the muscles taut in spite of him sleeping. He must have been having a good dream because there was no mistaking his erection. That was something that she never would have thought about before. Now it was almost the first thing she looked at.

Boris looked at her as she lay down on the lounge chair. She was almost naked, the bikini doing little to cover her lovely body. His cock was hard, but it was that way before she walked in, but it was still her fault. It was Samantha and Lauren that was in his head as he lay in the sun. He was studying every single inch of their naked bodies in his head.

He shouldn't have been doing that, but he couldn't help himself. After all, he had seen them quite a bit naked. "I wasn't sleeping. Just enjoying the sun." He turned and looked at her.

She couldn't see his eyes through the dark sunglasses, but he turned and looked at her. The sun felt good on her body, feeling the heat, knowing that not much of it was covered. She almost wished she were naked. How could she be thinking of a man after losing her virginity and being raped by a string of strangers? She felt almost a kinship with him, both of them extracting their vengeance on Micha with his gun. Boris did it for money, but it was still the same outcome. They disfigured Micha for life for all the horrible things he did to her and Lauren. Her father would never understand, but she sensed that Boris did. That made him close to her. "I couldn't sleep long either. I enjoy the sun. It feels good on my body."

"Are you okay?"

"No, but I will be. Thanks to you." She turned to see Lauren coming out on the deck, her body barely contained in the bikini. This time Boris looked at her, his eyes leaving Samantha's. She almost felt a twinge of jealousy,

"Looks like I'm the last one up." She swayed her hips over to Boris, seeing his hard cock. Was it Samantha that drove him erect or was it her? "Mind if I have a beer," she was already bending over to grab one before he nodded his head, her breasts almost spilling out of her bikini. She picked up a beer and began to stand up, suddenly losing her balance as the ship tossed to the side. She grabbed the first thing, which just happened to be Boris's cock. She managed to get her balance, but her hand still clutched his cock,

feeling it throbbing beneath her touch. He definitely didn't hate her touch, making no move to push her hand aside. She looked up at him, finally taking her hand off of his cock. "Sorry." She grinned sheepishly. "Still haven't got my sea legs." She could still feel his cock in her hand. "I just grabbed the biggest thing around." She smirked at him as she sat down, her naked buttocks in his face. Could she have been more blatant?

She knew that she shouldn't even be thinking about sex after the rape and whippings she endured but maybe it was that she wanted to control it this time. Or at least be controlled by a man of her choosing.

Why did she feel the jealousy again? Lauren had been doing that all the time they knew each other. Why was this different? Samantha wanted to reach over and touch his cock. Yes, she said it, cock, never having used that word before. There were a lot of things she never did before. It didn't take long for them to finish off the six-pack of beer, Samantha never having drunk much before, already feeling a bit light headed. Boris walked off to get another, both of them looking at his ass as he did. It was only a matter of a few minutes when he came back, carrying some sandwiches with them. "Don't want you to get drunk? Not a good thing on a boat that tends to rock a lot." He gave the girls a sandwich and another beer. They both wolfed down the sandwich like they were starved.

Lauren grabbed another beer, sitting back on the chair. She reached behind and undid the top of her bathing suit. Her breasts spilled free, Boris's eyes on her as she tossed it aside. "I hope you don't mind. It's not that you haven't seen us naked." She laid back, Boris's eyes still on her breasts, her nipples growing hard at the hot sun and Boris's stare. She wished he would touch them, but he made no move from the chair. Would she have to take off her bottoms too?

Samantha didn't make a move to take off her top, not wanting to get into a competition with Lauren, not even sure what would be the prize. Boris stared at Lauren's breasts, but finally returned to Samantha. She smiled, glad that he looked at her.

They stayed on the deck for the better part of the afternoon, Lauren getting Boris to rub suntan lotion on her as she lay on her stomach. It felt so good when she felt his strong hands on her back, the pressure taking all of her cares away. She spread her legs as his hands slid down to her waist and over the top of her buttocks, glad that she had a thong. His hand moved up, Lauren disappointed, but pushing her arms up over her head, rising up slightly so her breasts hung down beneath her. It wasn't lost on Boris, his hands sliding along her side until his fingers cradled the soft side of her breasts. She rose up higher until his hands crept underneath, sighing softly when his fingers touched her nipples, a shock of electricity running through her body. She ground her pussy into the chair as his hands openly groped her naked breasts. Lauren's head was turned to Samantha; their eyes meeting as Samantha openly watched Boris fondling her naked breasts. Samantha never had the guts to be as forward as Lauren.

Boris caressed Lauren's breasts, her nipples feeling like hard rocks shoved into his palms. Samantha was watching him, his cock growing harder, not sure if it were Lauren's body that was turning him on, or being watched by Samantha. He almost wished she would join in. Everything he thought about not fucking these girls before they got to New York was out the window, his cock his only guide. He took more suntan lotion in his hand, sliding down the small of her back, seeing the tiny fine hairs just above her ass. His hands slid lower, this time not stopping when he got to her buttocks, this time openly gripping her twin buttocks in his hands. She flexed her muscles, letting him feel what she

would do to him if she got a hold of his cock. She felt his strong fingers prying apart her buttocks, only the thin string of the thong hiding her anus from his eyes. His finger slid up and down her crack, riding over the side of her anus that wasn't covered by the thong.

Even after all the anal rapes, she would have welcomed him in her ass. She spread her legs wider as his fingers tickled along her inner thighs, the tiny bikini leaving little to the imagination as it stuck to her slit.

Samantha couldn't take her eyes off of Boris's cock, seeing the twitching beneath his shorts. She wished it were her that was making it do that, but his hands were all over Lauren. She was afraid that he would fuck Lauren right here, but she still would have been staring at them as they did it. And wishing it were her that was being fucked.

Boris slapped her ass lightly, loving the sound as his hand hit her naked ass cheek.

That should keep you from getting burned." He stood up, trying to be not so obvious, his cock jutting out from his pants. Samantha's head was so close, sure that he saw her licking her lips as she looked at it. He needed some relief before he would be fucking one of them right her. "I'm going to take a shower. It's getting too hot out here." Neither of the girls said anything as he walked out, going back to his cabin.

Lauren got up, picking up her bikini top, but not putting it back on.

"Where are you going?"

"Too hot for me too. I need some relief." She left Samantha alone on the deck as she went back to the rooms. It wasn't her room that she went to, but Boris's. She didn't knock, not surprised the door was unlocked. She heard the shower going in the other room. She took off her bikini bottom before she got to the bathroom door, opening up the door. She stood naked, her arm high up on the doorframe as she posed for Boris. It wasn't his eyes she looked at, sure that he was looking at her. She looked down at his naked cock jutting out in front of him, his hand wrapped around it. "Let me take care of that. I owe you a lot. I want to start repaying you the best way I know how."

Boris turned off the water, not wanting to waste it. He was expecting her. He didn't have to tell her what he wanted; she came into the shower and got on her knees, her soft hand slowly engulfing his cock. She held it up, lightly kissing the head before her tongue began to bath the head. His cock jerked in excitement, but Lauren's hand kept him still as her tongue ran all around the head of his cock. He reached down with one hand, lifting her chin up so he could see her face. She teased him with her tongue before she opened her mouth, slipping the head of his cock through her lips. He felt her lips tightened just beneath the crown, her tongue going back to work on the head as her hand began to slowly ride up and down his shaft.

His cock tasted good, feeling the pleasure of sucking a cock by choice, not being mouth raped. His cock was rock hard, her hand sliding up and down the shaft, feeling the thick veins pounding with blood. One hand cupped his balls, feeling the heavy, hot balls inside as her tongue began to elicit tiny drops of sperm into her mouth. She gobbled up the thick, salty creme as though it was a delicacy. Boris lifted her head up until she was staring into his eyes, feeling an excitement as he watched her suck him off. She suctioned his cock into her mouth, her lips tight around the shaft, squeezing his balls gently as she moved her head back and forth rhythmically. She wanted to make him cum in her mouth. She would get him hard again, but she wanted the first time in her mouth, Lauren willingly swallowing all of his spunk.

He just stood there and watched her work on his cock like a pro. She took as much as she could inside her mouth each time, the head of his cock banging hard against the back of her mouth. He struggled not to grab her head and fuck her face with powerful thrusts of his hips, but he wanted her to do everything. Her small hand cupped his balls, slowly and enjoyably drawing the sperm from his balls. He was too excited, too many naked girls in the last day with no relief taxing his willpower.

She could feel his climax approaching, his cock growing thicker in her mouth. She gripped his balls tighter, too tight when he approached cumming to prolong it as much as possible, then gently squeezing each ball as his arousal increased again. She never took his cock from her mouth, her tongue working him over until she heard his labored breathing. She pulled his cock from her mouth, her tongue licking over the head, as her hand slid up and down the shaft, her fingers tightening on the long shaft as she masturbated him.

"EEEEEHHH," Boris moaned as he came, looking down to see a powerful jet of milky white sperm shoot on Lauren's perfect skin. The first blob stuck to her nose and slowly rolled down, her wet hand shooting back and forth, her other hand milking a second load of sperm from his balls. The next load hit her mouth, not as hard as the last, but the thick creme stuck to her lips. He still had a third load, smaller but her mouth opened and he dumped it into her hot mouth, covering her tongue with his sperm.

The hot sperm soaked her face, dripping down her nose and lips, finally engulfing the wet head into her mouth in time to feel her tongue blanketed with his thick sperm, covering it with his salty juices. She licked and sucked on his knob until it was clean, her hand holding it as she took it from her mouth, licking off the sperm that covered her lips. She took it once more in her mouth, already feeling it growing again as her tongue began to work him up again. She wanted to be fucked by him and she needed to be fucked soon.

"I think we should go into the other room. There is a nice bed I can spread you out on and fuck you properly." Boris rinsed off quickly, his cock already getting hard from her mouth again. The girl was good at arousing him.

"Gladly. I'm so hot; I need a hard cock inside me." Lauren left the bedroom, the taste of his sperm still in her mouth, the drying sperm on her face. She didn't want to wash it away. She lay in the center of the bed, Boris standing at the foot of the bed, watching her.

She spread her legs, her hands going between her legs and pulling apart her pussy lips so Boris could see how wet she was. She looked at him, his hand on his cock as he stroked it to hardness. "Fuck me."

Boris didn't need any further encouragement in spite of just cumming. He could never pass up young pussy, especially eager, young pussy. Lauren was grateful, and Boris had no problem making her feel better by rewarding him with her body. He climbed on the bed between her legs, pushing her legs wide and back, her pussy opening up even wider.

She still showed signs of her abuse, her skin marked with welts where she had been whipped, but she barely flinched when he touched her.

His hips slid between her legs, her crotch aching as he spread her too wide, but she reached down and took his cock and rubbed it up and down her soaked slit, alleviating all of her pain as the thick head slid over her clit. She pulled him in, her hips rising up to take the big cock inside her belly, moaning loudly as he began to fill her. He slid in easily, Lauren soaked, squeezing his cock as his hips began to meet her thrusts.

Her ass wasn't even touching the bed, her pussy engulfing his cock so eagerly as she arched up to take him. He couldn't wait any longer the moment he felt her hot pussy began to clench onto his flesh. He shoved her hard into the bed as his cock drove harshly into her, but she welcomed his powerful thrust. He began to pound into her, the slap of flesh hitting flesh ringing out into the room. His hands dug under her ass, squeezing her buttocks in spite of her cries of pain when his fingers opened her wounds. It only made her belly clench tighter onto his cock. His mouth found one of her tits, biting her nipple until it swelled, sucking as much of her tit flesh into his mouth as his tongue began to work her rubbery tip into a hardened nub.

His cock was sliding in and out, bottoming deep inside her belly with each thrust, but she welcomed it, in spite of the pain that his hands brought to the welts on her ass. Or maybe because of it, at least Lauren willingly consenting to being fucked so hard. She came once, but he never stopped fucking her, taking her with the full measure of his cock until she was ready to cum a second time. His hands pulled apart her buttocks, the strange feeling as her anus stretched unnaturally, but it was better then the ass rapes she had suffered.

Boris continued to fuck her, struggling not to cum when she did, wanting to send her over the edge a second time. His hips were a blur as he reamed her out repeatedly with powerful thrusts. His fingers pulled apart her cheeks, close to her anus as he drew her up to meet his strokes, the head of his cock banging hard against her cervix. Her hands reached around his ass, her fingernails digging into his cheeks as he felt her fast approaching a second orgasm. He unloaded inside her belly when she came, their frenzied hips working as they came, Lauren crying out a second time as he came inside her belly.

Boris let her fall asleep in the crook of his arm. He was awoken, his cock hard, Lauren already sucking him off as he slept. He pretended to sleep as she worked him over, finally pushing her head down farther onto his cock until he heard her choke; holding her still as her throat slowly began to engulf his cock. He enjoyed the girl in the morning before she finally left to go back to her room, Boris satisfied.



* * *

Samantha was jealous, knowing that Lauren had fucked him. Lauren had a big smile on her face, and Boris looked much more comfortable and satisfied, though Samantha still stared at his cock as it hardened as they sunbathed in the hot sun. She began to plan, a phone call to the Captain the beginning of her plan.

It was the hardest phone call she ever made, turning red even though she was on the telephone. There was no doubt what she was asking, but the Captain was a perfect gentleman, not asking any more questions then he needed to fulfill her wishes. "Thank you, thank you very much."

The Captain did as he was asked. By the time Samantha returned to her cabin, everything she asked for was piled neatly on her bed. She wasted no time, afraid she might change her mind if she thought too much of her plan. She walked out of her cabin, knocking on the next door. Boris's room. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, her mind conjuring up how it could all go bad. What if he turned me down? Suddenly the door open, Samantha confronted by a smiling Boris.

He didn't think he would get a visit from Samantha, since it was her father that paid for her rescue. He looked at her, obviously doing some work on the clothes he bought them

both when he rescued them. Her skirt was short, much shorter then he bought, barely covering the top of her panties, long, lean legs revealed. She had a simple button-down blouse on, but the tails were tied, leaving a wide expanse of her stomach naked. The top two buttons were open and she was obviously not wearing a bra, lovely, naked cleavage revealed. He stared at her, his cock instantly becoming erect. Lauren was much more experience then Samantha and had been a great fuck. What did Samantha have to offer?

She spoke up immediately before he could say a word.

"Would you like to come to my cabin?" Her lips were dry as she said it.

He watched her lick her lips suggestively. He struggled as he said it, his cock not wanting him to say it. "Your father paid me well, Samantha. Very well. You don't owe me a thing."

"I know, but it's as much for me as it is a thank you to you. Don't disappoint me. It's hard for me to do this." She was almost begging him.

"I could never disappoint a girl looking as good as you." He felt her body shiver when his hand slid around her naked waist. He looked down at her, her blouse falling open to reveal one hard, brown nipple. Her breasts jiggled seductively as they walked the short distance to her room. He wasn't sure why she wanted to go to her room, but he wasn't about to question her. He smiled pleasantly when she opened the door, and he saw what was on the bed. The girl was trying hard to compete with Lauren and as far as Boris was concerned, she was on the right track. On the bed were piles of neatly coiled rope. Boris would have to thank the Captain later, but for now, he would enjoy his stroke of good fortune.

She looked at the pleased look on his face. "I was a virgin when I was captured. All of that is gone. None of them gave me an orgasm. I hated what they did to me, but there was something I felt when I was bound and forced. I fought it with them, but I want to see what it would be like if I don't." Her voice trembled as she spoke. She felt her pussy getting wet as she stared at the rope on the bed. She had lied, they did make her cum once, but she refused to recognize it in her own mind.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" His cock fought him as he questioned her resolve.

"Anything you want." The door closed, Boris locking it.

"You've been a naughty girl, Samantha. Get over my lap so I can spank your ass."

Boris sat down on the chair, the young girl walking over to him. His hand was on her naked back as she bent over, Boris guiding her until her hair spilled to the ground as she submissively lay over his lap. Her short skirt pulled up high, revealing she was without panties.

She felt his organ pressing into her stomach, shifting her body, feeling it jerk as she rubbed against it. She felt the cool air blowing on her naked buttocks, a hand sliding over her naked thighs and moving up to pull her skirt up over her back, her buttocks naked to his eyes and hands. She felt his strong hands on her buttocks, kneading her flesh as though he was making bread. She felt his fingers prying apart her cheeks, the crack in her buttocks disappearing, feeling the stretching of her anus. She remembered taking a huge organ up her backside at the same time she had a wooden organ in her pussy.

Would Boris sodomize me?

"Ssspplllat!" The first slap was almost unexpected, Samantha still mentally preparing herself for it when she felt the sting of his hand on her ass cheek. She squirmed on his

lap, feeling the organ moving beneath her, only encouraging her to do it again when he struck her other cheek. "SSSMMMAACCKK!" The next one was harder, hitting her other cheek, Samantha jerking on his organ as she felt the sting shooting between her legs. His hand would caress her naked flesh, then suddenly smack hard, alternating between pleasure and pain until she no longer cared which.

The harder he hit her, the more she moved, masturbating his hardening cock with her stomach as she moved back and forth. He was soon guiding her hips back and forth, punctuating his pleasure with a slap on her naked buttocks until they glowed brightly from his spanking. He could almost imagine her ass rising up and down as though she was humping his cock. One hand slid down between her legs, finding her wetness soaking his pants beneath her. "I see you are enjoying this, Samantha." His hands beat a staccato of slaps to her buttocks, making them jiggle erotically, her cheeks pulling apart to reveal her raped anus, still pink and slightly swollen. His cock hardened as she rubbed erotically against him, Boris enjoying the fact that she moved this way because of his spanking of her ass.

It was time to make use of the large collection of rope she had secured from the Captain. His finger slid up and down her sweat-drenched ass crack, feeling her buttocks clench defensively when his finger touched her swollen anus. He pressed his thumb against the tight hole, feeling her body suddenly tense up and stop her movements. "It's time to tie you up, Samantha." He helped her up, the skirt sliding down to hide her ass from his view. "On the bed."

She almost came when she got on the bed. She saw him pick up the ropes, a shiver of pleasure between her legs, clenching her thighs tightly together, her muscles clenching and unclenching uncontrollably in pleasure. She watched him as he grabbed a strand of rope, stretching it out, Samantha almost able to feel it around her flesh, immobilizing her for his pleasure. His strong hands grabbed her arm, looking over her shoulder as he yanked it up high above her and pulled it to one side of the bed. She felt her juices run down her thighs the first time the rough rope twisted around her wrist and the rope pulled tight. She could feel the blood pounding in her wrist and the tingle in her fingers as the blood supply to her hand was choked off. He yanked the end of the rope, the muscles in her arms pulled harshly as he secured the rope to the bedpost. He released her wrist.

Samantha tested the rope, pulling her arm as the rope bit painfully into her wrist, holding her securely bound. She looked over her other shoulder as Boris moved to the other side, another strand of rope already in his hands. She felt her breasts rising up as her other arm was pulled over behind her, yanked wide to the side as he quickly secured her wrist in the tight noose of the rope. Boris pulled harder this time, Samantha feeling her upper body stretched to the limit, her muscles taut. Her fingers were pointed to the side, the blood draining from them as they began to grow numb.

Boris looked down at the bound girl, pleased with the way her breasts rose up, her back arched unnaturally when he tied her wrists low down on the bedposts.

"RRRRRIIIPPP!' The blouse tore in his powerful hands as if it were paper, her naked breasts jiggling erotically on her chest as they burst free. "Such lovely tits, Samantha.

Hard nipples just waiting to be abused." He didn't waste any time, his fingers grabbing each of her nipples and stretching them out, pinching hard as she clenched her lips in pain. She arched her back provocatively as he yanked her nipples far from her chest, the beautiful cones of her breasts pulled out of shape by his harsh fingers.

The pain was shooting through her chest, his fingers feeling like he was crushing her nipples with pliers. The ropes kept her from pulling away, her back going into spasms as she arched up, trying to stop the terrible ache as he yanked her up by her nipples. He was twisting them as he yanked them, the blood pushed from the tips. Just as suddenly as he started pinching her nipples, he stopped, her breast falling back down on her chest.

Samantha looked down, her nipples harder and more pointed than she ever saw them before. The tips tingled, not in pain but something else. It felt like she wanted to feel his fingers again.

Her nipples were red and swollen, but he had other plans. He picked up another piece of rope. "Gonna split you up the middle, Samantha." She willingly spread one leg to the edge of the bed, Boris knowing the other leg would not be so submissively spread. The wide bed would split her crotch until it ached and that would only be the beginning. Once spread, she would be defenseless. He grabbed her slim ankle, the rope pulled tight until it dug into her skin. She would know he had her bound. He yanked her leg farther to the edge of the bed, her other leg moving over so she could keep her pussy hidden from his view, but it would only be temporary. He tied the rope to the edge of the bed, her toes pointed up, the muscles in her thighs pulled taut.

She didn't know why she closed her legs, knowing she would soon be spread and her skirt would be ripped from her like he did to her blouse. Her toes were tingling, the ropes too tight. Boris moved to the other side of the bed, looking between her legs as he twisted another piece of rope in his hand. He reached over, his strong fingers digging into her ankle. He grabbed it, yanking it harshly to one side. He held her as he tied the rope around her ankle, knotting it until the blood was cut off to her foot. He released her leg, but his hand held the end of the rope. He wrapped it around the bedpost and slowly began to pull it tighter. Her leg slid along the bed, the rope tightening. Her leg was slowly being spread wider and wider, feeling the pain in her crotch as she was spread unnaturally. When he finally tied the knot, her toes were pointed almost to the ceiling, the muscles in her thighs aching, but it was her crotch that felt like she was being torn up the middle.

Boris grabbed the flimsy skirt in one hand and ripped it from her body. He was surprised that she had a bush, not like Lauren. Still, it could do little to hide her pussy from his eyes, the spread of her legs pulling her pussy lips back wide, her pink pussy glistening with her juices.

She was naked and bound, this time voluntarily. Boris was staring down at her, her pussy drenched in excitement. His cock pushed out the front of his pants obscenely, Samantha wishing he would take it out so she could see it. He sat on the bed, his hand on the inside of her thigh, rubbing her tense muscles. His calloused hand slid up her thigh until his fingers tickled at her crotch. She waited for his touch on her pussy.

"SSSPPPLLAATTT!" His hand hitting her pussy rang out in the room loudly. Her body jerked, but she could do little more than move an inch, her pussy vulnerable to him. He pulled his hand back, not surprised that his palm was wet, the sound of his hand hitting wet flesh unmistakable.

"EEEWWWW," a sharp intake of her breath as she felt him hit her mound unexpectedly. In spite of expecting his fingers to caress her mound, her pussy instantly leaked her juices when instead he spanked her mound. Her pussy lips stung, but the pain turned to pleasure by the time it reached her brain. She looked into his eyes as his hand

swung again, this time Samantha prepared for it, almost welcoming it. Still, she cried out.

His large hand didn't leave this time, his fingers curling and gripping her mound like a ball, his fingers digging into the puffy flesh of her lips, one finger sliding between her lips, the tip of his finger almost trying to enter her. With her legs spread so wide, his fingers found her open and wet, the finger wiggling inside her.

He goosed her with his hand, clenching and unclenching on her pussy, one finger slipping inside her, impaling her wet, tight pussy. He could feel her muscles inside gripping his finger possessively. What would she do that when she had something much bigger inside her belly? He spanked her pussy two more times, each time her pussy getting wetter and wetter. He stopped, looking into her eyes as he picked up a strand of rope. He doubled it over, seeing her questioning eyes looking at him. He could almost tell the minute she realized what he was going to do, her eyes opening wide. Her legs struggled to close, but the ropes held her submissively open to whatever he wanted to do.

His aim was perfect, the doubled up rope slicing along her slit, pushing aside her lips to attack her most delicate flesh with a thick thud.

"EEEWWWWHHHH," she screamed out. Boris picked up his shorts, shoving them into her mouth. He used a piece or rope, tying it around her head, the rope shoved between her lips to hold his shorts in her mouth, silencing her screams. It only made her hotter, knowing that she couldn't even protest what he would do to her. He swung the rope again, her body jerking, her muscles feeling like they were tearing as she struggled to close her legs as the rope tore into her flesh. It felt like her mound was on fire by the time he stopped. He looked at her as he slowly undressed, his hand stroking his cock as it popped free, bouncing in front of him.

Boris bent over her, taking the rope out of her mouth, yanking out his soaked shorts.

He got on the bed, straddling her upper body and head. He pushed his cock down until it rubbed on her face.

She knew it was her mouth that would take that magnificent organ, the rope taken from her mouth as he crawled over her. She felt the hot flesh of his organ as he rubbed it on her face. His fingers held it tight as he began to rub it over her cheeks and finally around her lips. The thick head pushed between her lips until she had to take it in her mouth, her lips stretching as the crown of his organ pushed into her mouth.

"Suck it, Samantha. Show me how good of a cocksucker they taught you to be." He dragged his balls across her skin as he pushed with his hips and began to feed his cock into her mouth. Her tongue came out and began to lap across his cockhead, his sperm leaking from the tip. He began to fuck her face, sliding up higher onto her body so he could feel more and more of his cock into her mouth. She couldn't move her head, so he took full advantage of her open mouth, driving more and more of his cock into her hot mouth.

His scratchy pubic hairs were tickling her face and mouth, but what worried her more was that she couldn't escape the organ that was pressing into her mouth. She tried to please him, her tongue running over the head and the shaft, feeling the thick veins running up the shaft. She could tell he was enjoying it, her mouth slowly filling with the thick creme that continually leaked from his excited organ. She could barely breathe as he became more aroused, his hips driving his organ in and out of her mouth, each time driving in deeper. "UUGGGh," she choked as the thick head shoved to the back of her mouth. She tried to move her head to the side, but he was prepared, his organ following

her every attempt to escape. She couldn't escape the inevitable, his cock testing her throat, fighting her as she tried to keep him out. He pressed harder, a gasp and a choke, her mouth opening wide as she gagged on his cock, Boris taking the opportunity to feed the head of his cock down the tight, hot passage.

It felt like a giant press around his cockhead, squeezing it as he struggled to push the too large of a cock down her too-small throat. He won, his cock compressed as she choked and gagged until the head of his cock was jammed into her throat like a cork. Her eyes opened wide, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe, but all Boris cared about was the tightness of her throat and the way her muscles rippled up and down the shaft of his cock. He began to fuck her throat, each time driving more of his cock down her throat, struggling under the delightful pleasure of the tight muscles of her throat around his cock.

For five minutes, he fucked her throat, never taking it out, the organ sliding up and down her throat like sandpaper. She was sure that he was going to drive it into her stomach, gasping and choking as the thick organ felt like it was piercing her stomach.

Boris didn't want to cum in her mouth or throat; he wanted her young pussy. He finally pulled his cock from her throat, a vacuum formed behind his cockhead as it popped nosily from her throat. He kept his cock in her mouth as she struggled to breathe.

At least she could breathe, sucking in precious air to fill her oxygen-starved lungs. His organ stayed in her mouth while she struggled to breathe. Finally, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, Boris getting off her chest, his cock leaving a trail of sperm on her chin as it pulled from her lips. She almost hated to see it go. She didn't like the way he fucked her throat, but the tight bondage and the helplessness only made her hotter.

Boris got off the bed, untying her legs, seeing the puzzled look in Samantha's eyes.

He didn't disappoint her, taking one leg, drawing it up high over her head until he could secure the rope to the same bedpost that her arm was tied to. He made short work of the other leg, doing it the same way, but to the other arm.

When he was finished, her body was bent in two, her legs spread wide over her head.

She was almost staring at her own sex. Her back ached from being bent in two, but it was her sex that was spread open wider than she had ever been. Not only her sex, but her anus was spread open wide, Samantha fearing or excited about being sodomized, not sure which.

"Now, that is what I like. Young pussy spread open and bound for me." Boris climbed back in bed, kneeling up behind her, his cock in his hand. In this position, both of her holes were available, and he intended to take full advantage of her bound body.

His hands curled under her body, gripping her ass as his hard cock rubbed excitedly up and down her slit. She wished she could push her body and impale her pussy on his cock, but she had to wait impatiently until Boris pressed the thick head against her tight opening. "Fuck me," finally begging for relief. "AAAAhhh," singing out in pleasure as his cock squeezed into her tight passage. In spite of what she endured, his cock still felt like the first time she was fucked, the thick head pushing aside all her muscles resistance to spread her open inside. His hands on her ass began to move her from side to side, his cock feeling bigger as it stretched her.

His cock slipped through her muscle, sliding into her wet pussy. She might no longer be a virgin, but she was the tightest thing he ever felt. He grunted as he began to fuck her, pushing in an inch, then out as her muscles fought successfully to keep him from

pushing in too far. It took him five strokes before he even had half of his cock inside her belly, another five before he had filled her to overflowing with his cock.

It felt huge inside her belly, huge and good, the powerful organ shoving aside her muscles as he slowly filled her with his organ. He began to pull out, feeling the thick head sucking out her insides before shoving back inside her belly until he pinned her helplessly to the bed. Then he would begin again until he worked her open, fucking her hard and fast, spearing her to the bed with his thick organ. She had to take the full measure of his organ, his body slamming into her as his hands kept her pelvis tilted up so he could fuck her hard and deep. It felt like his organ was going through her, but his body slamming into her was jolting her clit unexpectedly until she felt the tingling deep between her legs. His fingers were digging deep between her cheeks, pulling them apart as his fingers crept closer and closer to her anus. A shiver of excitement ran through her body as his finger touched her anus, the thick tip pushing against the tight muscle. Will he pierce me with his finger as his organ rode deep inside me? Will I be able to feel them meet someplace deep in my body? The excitement of being bound and unable to control what was happening to her drove her over the edge. Her clit was rubbed up and down as he began to change directions with his hips, sliding up and down, his organ touching places deep inside her belly that were never touched before. "AAAAAHHHHH!" The explosive orgasm tore through her body, aided by a finger that was suddenly thrust up her backside, feeling like a tiny snake moving into her bowels. She yanked on her arms and legs, the tight bondage adding to her excitement as she came all over his organ that was fucking her so deliciously. She went from one plateau to the other, Boris continuing to fuck her rhythmically, his organ touching and arousing her in places she never realized she had.

Her belly gripped his cock so tight, rippling up and down his shaft like thousands of fingers, Boris struggling to keep from cumming yet. He shoved a finger unceremoniously up her anus, fighting the muscles in her rectum, pushing against the soft, elastic walls. It made Samantha's body jerk, meeting his thrusts in her belly as his finger probed the hot depths of her bowels. He could feel her cumming, her pussy soaking his cock with her juices as her muscles gripped his organ uncontrollably. He timed his movements, fucking her but not yet cumming until he felt her orgasm dying down. One hand reached down to his cock, pulling his slick organ from her pussy, sliding the wet organ over her perineum before moving it back to replace his finger in her anus with his cock. He had already loosened up the tight knot of her anus with his finger, replacing it with his slick cock. Her anal ring spread over the head of his cock like a tight rubber band, sliding down to grip it beneath the head as it sank into her rectum.

She felt the pressure as his organ slipped into her backside. She felt the stretching of her anal ring, but this time it wasn't pain, but pleasure, his finger already lubricating her backside. His hand reached down between their bodies, his fingers sliding up between her pussy lips until his expert fingers began to manipulate her clit. Even though she had just cum or maybe because she did, his fingers began to bring back the pleasurable feelings. She felt the stretching of the soft walls of her backside as his organ began slowly to fill her intestines with the thick organ. It was strange, almost painful, but pleasurable as he began to sodomize her. Could he possibly make me cum a second time, this time his organ up my backside in an unnatural act?

Boris thought her pussy was tight, but it was nothing compared to her rectum. It seemed to suck his cock deeper inside her, his long cock able to press deep into her

bowels. He began to fuck her with long, powerful strokes, her anal ring sliding over his shaft like a tight rubber band. He wouldn't last long inside her this time.

Samantha didn't think Boris could make her cum, even with his fingers, but it was his cumming that drove her over the edge. He was sodomizing her with deep strokes of his organ, filling her bowels with his organ. She didn't think she could take it all, but he continued to drive into her until she felt it cramping her stomach as it filled her intestines.

His organ jerked and twitched in her guts, and then she felt it. His organ exploded inside her, feeling his hot sperm jetting into her guts to fill her. She came with him, Boris's fingers playing her clit like a musical instrument until she succumbed to his mastery and came with him. Each time he jetted into her ass, another tremor of pleasure ripped through her.

He came into the tight ass of Samantha, blasting her insides with gallons of sperm.

She came with him, her contractions as she came milking another load of sperm from deep in his balls. They both finally stopped, Boris's cock still inside her rectum, her muscles still contracting on his organ uncontrollably. He didn't pull out; resting until he felt Samantha began to push his cock out, her gentle contractions pushing it out until her anal ring finally snapped shut on it.

He untied her but kept the rope beside the bed, Samantha lying up against him, her ass rubbing up against his cock. It was her squirming against him that woke him up as the sun came up, his cock already hard as Samantha clenched and unclenched her buttocks on his throbbing cock. He tied her bent over the chair, her head far down almost touching the floor, her legs tied to the sides of the chair, her ass and pussy pushed out submissively. One of her shoes made a good paddle until her buttocks were sufficiently reddened. She didn't protest when he sodomized the young girl again, taking the full measure of his cock and gripping his cock with such enthusiasm.





Epilogue


Micha found himself in a prison hospital, his knees shattered, unable to move his legs.

There was nothing they could do with his sex, the gun taking most of his organ and his testicles. He was found guilty of numerous crimes, his enemies making the best of it, taking all of his properties while he languished in the prison hospital. He was now moved to a separate long-term facility in the prison to server out his forty-year sentence.

Two men came into his room, orderlies. "Time for your bath."

Micha couldn't do anything as they took off his clothes, turning him over onto his stomach. He tried to protest when one of the orderlies climbed on the bed, a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth to silence his screams. He felt a cock pressed into his asshole, feeling the wetness as it tore his anus. The orderly cared little for Micha's pain, only in his pleasure as he sodomized Micha for long minutes.

When he finished, the second one took his place, plunging inside to fuck Micha's asshole, the wetness from his friend's sperm allowing him to sodomize Micha harder and deeper. They took the gag off of Micha's mouth, but it was only so that Micha could clean the cocks after they each sodomized him. They finally left him alone, promising to come back tomorrow for a repeat.

"You're going to be our fuck toy for a long time. Until your asshole is too lose for our pleasure. Then you can use your mouth and throat until we tire of you."

The door shut on Micha, plunging him into his own hellish nightmare.



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Lauren and Samantha were welcomed back as if nothing ever happened to them, their parents afraid to ask any questions, even though James knew. Boris was quickly paid and ushered aside, his usefulness no longer needed.

Lauren went home to California, able to put most of it out of her mind. She married twice, not from the trauma of the kidnapping, more because she liked to fuck different men, her husbands catching her having affairs.

Samantha went home to her parents, finally going back to school to graduate. She became a teacher, moving to a small town in the Midwest where no one knew her. She enjoyed teaching but never married. Once a year, she would go on vacation for two weeks, always coming back more radiant then when she left. It almost seemed that she got rejuvenated on her vacation, the town's people always wanting to go to the same place and get this miraculous treatment.

Boris retired, staying in the United States, the money he made able to buy him a green card. He moved to California, sick of the cold life of Russian, living at the beach in San Diego. He never heard from James or the girls again. Until three years later. He answered the door of his condo, surprised to see Samantha standing there with a suitcase in her hand. She was dressed modestly, far too modest for San Diego where most of the girls wore bikinis year round. "Samantha?" His voice showed his surprise.

She opened the small bag that was over her shoulder, showing the contents to Boris.

"I'm on vacation for two weeks with a bag full of toys. Mind if I stay?"

How can I refuse a lovely young girl with a bag full of toys, a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs glinting in the bag, along with a wide selection of glass dildoes, whips and clamps? More than enough to last two weeks. He didn't even respond, none needed, his cock bulging out the front of his pants. He opened the door wider, but Samantha still rubbed up against him as she walked by, her hand brushing along his cock. The door closed, the blinds pulling down for privacy. Boris was lucky none of the neighbors complained about the noise, but the beach was always a noisy place and no one paid much attention.



The End





